2. Chapter Two
Chapter Two
A ngie’s stomach clenched as Jared walked away. She almost yelled at him to come back, but hesitated. She’d never felt so turned on in her life at his words and his kiss. Her legs were weak and her heart pounded.
Who’s seducing who here?
He basically told her what to do and expected her to do it.
And she was considering it. How crazy was that?
She made her way across the compound to her cabin, and once inside, went to the bedroom. She kicked off her shoes, removed her dress, and flopped on the bed in her underwear and stockings.
“So, what are you going to do?” she asked herself out loud. “Part of me wants to pack up and leave in the morning.”
But another part told her to stay and see just how much she could test Jared’s control.
Staring up at the ceiling, she listed out the pros and cons.
Pros meant sex and not feeling so lonely, the cons were whatever other rules he had in mind.
What else? Angie shook her head. “Why am I trying to decide this with cold hard logic? This is all about how I feel. How Jared makes me feel.” And damn if he didn’t make her feel like a desirable woman.
It sounded almost silly, but it was true. Her body grew hot at a single glance from him. Her nipples were always hard around him. Today, while they danced, her skin tingled, and when they kissed… Those lips could be considered a lethal weapon.
It all hinged on what she wanted to do. Jared told her she’d have to play by his rules, and she had a feeling those rules were going to test her resolve, both physically and sexually. Her pussy clenched with need.
Nothing could be settled now, not with her body trying to override her mind. She rolled off the bed, grabbed her favorite waterproof vibrator from her suitcase, and went into the bathroom. She needed to take the edge off, and then she could make a decision.
***
At nine the next morning, Angie walked into the dining room of the main house. Compared to the last few days, it was quiet. Almost too quiet. She paused. Since most of the staff were leaving for two weeks due to the renovations, the quiet made sense.
“Good morning, Angie,” Vic said.
“Morning, Vic.” She walked to the sideboard and poured herself a cup of coffee.
“Would you like me to fix you something to eat, or is the cold buffet, okay?”
“I’m fine with the buffet. Aren’t you leaving the ranch?”
“No. Kathy and I are staying. We do plan to enjoy ourselves while we’ve got some time off. Jared’s given any staff who stay free run of the ranch.”
“Oh.” Angie sipped her coffee and sat down. Did having some of the staff around make a difference in her staying? Good question. But before she could think of an answer, Jared walked in.
Her pussy tightened. He wore a black shirt that stretched the fabric to the limit, a pair of black jeans, and black cowboy boots, completing the look of bad boy extraordinaire or master of the ranch.
“Morning, boss.”
“Morning, Vic, Angie.” He nodded in her direction, but didn’t look at her.
“There are sandwiches in the fridge, and dinner is there too. All you have to do is put it in the microwave to heat up.”
“Don’t you know the meaning of the concept of ‘time off’?” Jared asked.
“No, and you don’t either.” Vic smiled. “But don’t worry, you won’t see a lot of me or Kathy.”
“I better not. Cabin two is all set up for the two of you. Let me know how the new items work out.”
Vic rubbed his hands together and called over his shoulder as he was leaving the room, “I can’t wait.”
While the conversation interested Angie, she kept her attention on her coffee cup. She wasn’t sure where this shyness was coming from. Being shy didn’t get her what she wanted, but with Jared…
Her stomach roiled. What was it about him that made her revert to that shy six-year-old?
“Angie.”
She looked up to find Jared’s piercing gaze focused on her.
“I’m having your clothing and belongings moved from your cabin to the third floor here in the main house.”
Angie almost spewed her coffee. “That’s a big assumption you’re making there.”
“You’re here.” He leaned against the sideboard, legs crossed, cradling a mug in his hands, watching her with those deep brown eyes. No one would ever accuse him of having puppy dog eyes. No, his were deep and mysterious.
“Maybe I wanted breakfast before I left.”
He shrugged. “Fine. You’ve got ten minutes.” His firm voice sent shivers up her spine.
“Ten minutes?”
“I’m going out onto the back porch. You have ten minutes to follow me. It’s up to you what you do, but know this: If you follow me, your actions will confirm your consent. If you don’t, no harm, no foul.” He drained his mug and set it down before leaving.
Her mouth fell open. He’d walked away from her again. She hated it when people walked away from her before she was finished with them. She wouldn’t allow it. If anyone left, it would be her. And no man walked away before she was finished.
Ever.
Rising, she fought her anger and followed him outside. Food could wait. “We still have things to discuss.” The tightness in her voice made her legs quiver.
“Right now, there’s nothing to discuss. That you’re here tells me you’ve made your decision.”
Before she could react to his words, she found herself pinned against the house, his lips on hers, and she melted into his embrace.
His lips were firm and demanding. No asking, just taking. His tongue thrust between her lips, seeking her tongue. Without thought, she tangled her tongue with his, dueling with him, fighting for control.
Jared broke the kiss and stared down at her. “Stop topping from the bottom.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’ll see.” He captured her lips once again.
Her brain shut down, and her body filled with heat and need. She didn’t fight Jared as he took over.
***
Elation hit Jared when he took control of the kiss and she let go of her control and submitted.
He’d been right about Angie. She wanted a man to take control, and he was the man to do it.
It wasn’t arrogance; it was knowledge. As a sexual psychologist, he’d learned to read the most subtle of signals.
He was grateful she wore a button-down shirt and a flowing skirt. It would make things much easier and more fun. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. Angie’s chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
“Today, we will talk. If you’re still here in the morning, then I’ll know you’ve accepted my terms.”
Yes, he was giving her another out. He had to. They hadn’t discussed anything, and he wouldn’t keep a woman without her full consent. Angie needed to know what she was getting into.
She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. “Haven’t I already agreed by staying today? And I did let you kiss me.”
“I’ve rushed things. I want your full consent about what we will be doing while you’re here. I don’t want you saying I lied or didn’t tell you something. Please have a seat.” He gestured to the two heavy wicker chairs.
Angie sauntered over and sat.
He followed at a leisurely pace. “Understand this: I’m a Dominant through and through. If you stay, you will have to accept that.”
“In the bedroom?” He heard a note of uncertainty in her voice.
“In all matters of sex and sensuality.” He placed his palms on his thighs. “That includes other places besides the bedroom.
Goose bumps rose on her arms, and her hips shifted ever so slightly.
Ahh, she likes the idea.
“I can accept your dominance in the bedroom and other areas.”
Triumph surged through him before he pushed it down. There was still more they needed to get through. “I will use toys and orgasm denial.”
She nodded. “I want a safe word.”
His eyebrows rose. She wasn’t uneducated about BDSM. Interesting, but not totally surprising. She’d sent Becca here, but Becca insisted Angie hadn’t known what type of place Quick Silver was. Had Angie lied to Becca, or did she research after Becca told her?
“I would never scene without one.”
“Good.”
“Communication is important. If you’re feeling uncomfortable in any position I put you in, if you feel pain, or there is something you absolutely don’t want to do, you must use your safe word.
Nothing else will make me stop.” He paused, but all she did was nod.
“You will tell me how I’m making you feel at all times.
If you’re scared. If you’re uneasy. I want to know I’m turning you on, making you hot, or when you’re about to climax. ”
Her hips shifted. He had a feeling she was turned on. Very good. She was responsive to him, and they hadn’t even started yet. But he knew she would respond to him, she had already.
“Your safe word is red to stop, yellow to slow down, and green if all is good.”
“Got it.”
“Let’s start.” Her head jerked up when he spoke. He wasn’t planning to do anything yet. He needed her full attention, plus he wanted to be sure she’d keep her word.
“I—”
“Be quiet.” Her eyes widened at his firm tone, but he gave her credit, she didn’t say a word. “I want you to remove your bra.”
She swallowed, and her eyes fluttered shut.
Jared sat back to give her room and waited. When she didn’t move, he continued. “You’ve got one minute. Beyond that and you’ll be punished.”
“You didn’t say anything about punishment.”
Jared groaned. “I didn’t, but should have.
” Angie had a way of making him forget to finish up his protocols.
“I expect you to do what I tell you to do. If you don’t want to, simply say you’re safe word and we can discuss or move on.
” He paused to let the words sink in. “If you don’t use your safe word, and don’t do as I have directed, there will be punishment. ”
“And what would that entail?”
“A spanking for the first couple of infractions. After that we’ll discuss if it happens.” He doubted it would take more than a spanking or two with her.
Angie took a deep breath. “All right.”