Chapter 6
I’m keeping you…
Leia wasn’t sure whether to be shocked or pleased at the outcome of acting out on that crazy instinct. The shock of finally having Noah King’s mouth on hers had been beyond explosive.
So she’d bitten him.
She’d bitten him!
She stared that the red spot on his finger and watched, mesmerized as he brought it to his mouth and licked it off.
“God, I’m so sorry. I’m not sure what came over?—”
He stopped her words with a forefinger on her mouth. “This time, I’ll take care of it. Next time, you lick it off.”
She gasped at the vivid imagery, and his finger moved to the side of her mouth. Tracing. Exploring. “I… There won’t be a next time.”
“Yes, there will,” he stated. His tongue snuck out and soothed the tiny cut on his lower lip. Savored it.
The intensely sensual action spiked fire between her legs. Her panties grew damper, her clit throbbing incessantly against the seam of her leather pants. She moved in the seat, desperate to alleviate the discomfort.
His gaze dropped between her legs and darted back to her face. “You’ll bite me whenever I tell you to. And I’ll bite you right there, between your legs.”
“I’m not a biter,” she said in a rush.
“You’ve just proven otherwise. You’ve made me so hard I can’t see straight.”
Another blush threatened, but she forced it away through sheer strength of will. She was done blushing in front of this man. Her stupid blushes had nearly made him walk away. The recollection hollowed out her stomach, the way it had ten minutes ago when she feared he would.
His finger traced her lower lip and brought her attention back to him. He watched her with such intensity, his gaze compelling her as his finger slipped into her mouth. The soft pad caressed her lower front teeth as if testing their sharpness. He reached her left incisor and pressed down.
Leia squirmed. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing you’re not enjoying.”
She shook her head, but the feeling of his finger lazily exploring her mouth was like nothing she’d felt before.
“You want me to stop?”
She moaned.
“Words, baby. Use words.” He pressed again, and she saw his pupils dilate. “Tell me what you’re thinking. Do you like what I’m doing?”
Such a simple thing, nowhere near indecent or decadent. And yet, it felt so erotic, her pussy clenched and unclenched with sharp, hungry need.
“Yes.”
He smiled and removed his finger, but not before he circled her lips with its wet tip. “The first rule is vocalization. Whatever you’re feeling, you say it. I don’t want to have to guess what’s going on in your head. Agreed?”
She nodded jerkily. “Agreed.”
He rose and held out his hand. About to let him help her up, she stopped as a movement caught her eye.
The couple had finished and were decently dressed again. They came toward them, and Leia caught the look of complete satiation on the guy’s face. The woman’s smile held a smug satisfaction at having pleased her man. Her eyes met Leia’s, and her smile widened.
Leia looked away, unsure how to respond to the blatant sexual satisfaction she’d witnessed.
Noah grasped her fingers hard and pulled her to her feet. The movement threw her against his hard body. “Rule number two. Don’t get hung up with what other people are doing.”
“I was just…”
His fingers caressed her cheek. “It’s very easy to get distracted in a place like this.
I’ll try hard not to be a complete asshole when I catch you staring at another guy or another couple having a good time, but I want your undivided attention.
I’ll give you mine in return. Completely. Does that work for you?”
“I… Yes.” Her heart banged against her ribs, reminding her forcefully that she’d strayed a galaxy out of her comfort zone.
He stared down at her, a slightly concerned look on his face. “It this getting overwhelming for you?”
“A little.”
He lowered his head and kissed the side of her mouth. His lips drifted along her cheek to her jaw, then trailed down to her neck. “It’s your fault. You bit me, baby. Now I belong to you.”
Her laughter emerged like a husky croak.
She allowed her hand to caress his shoulder, reacquaint herself with the hard muscle beneath his shirt.
The thought that this breathtakingly gorgeous man belonged to her for the next seven days sent a shiver of delight and danger through her.
“I think you need to brush up on your vampire movies. That’s not quite how it works. ”
“I make my own rules.”
She didn’t doubt it. He carried an aura of power and control that anyone would be a fool to dismiss. His alpha-ness blasted from him in huge waves that threatened to drown her.
She breathed him in, his potent scent almost an aphrodisiac all on its own. When she leaned even closer, rising up to brush her lips against his throat, his head tilted to one side. The invitation was too tempting to resist.
The first brush of her lips against his throat brought a groan from him. His arm clamped around her waist, bringing her flush against him one more time.
This time, his hand didn’t stop on her waistband. It drifted to her ass, molding her flesh before using the firm hold to tug her hard against him.
Leia ground her hips into him, desperate to feel his thick powerful length nudge her belly.
“You’re dying to be fucked. Aren’t you?” he crooned in her ear.
“Yes.”
“Soon, baby. I promise. Despite our time constraints, we need a little get-to-know-each-other time.” With one last thrust against her, he pulled away. They both groaned.
He meshed his fingers through hers and started back down the corridor.
“Where are we going?”
“To find a drink. One which we will both consume this time. Before we do, I need to tell you the most important thing I require from you, Leia Michaels.”
Leia’s pulse surged. “What is it?”
His face changed. Took on a rigid, unyielding mask.
“I need control. Total and unequivocal. I dictate your pleasure and reward your trust. You have until we finish our drink to tell me if you agree. Until then, you’re going to tell me a little bit about yourself.
I’ll even let you tell me some of the things you like to do in bed.
Not everything. I want to find out some things on my own. ”
She stopped herself from letting panic take over. The sex part and what she liked to do in bed could be covered in ten seconds flat. It was the other things, the other questions about her life, that terrified her.
Besides Warren and Dr. Hatfield, only a handful of people knew the truth. One was dead, having taken her secret with her. The other therapists and medical officials she could trust.
Then there was Warren himself.
How did she explain her relationship with Warren to a complete stranger when lately she’d been grappling with defining it for herself?
She mentally slapped herself. Who said she had to lay bare every single inch over one or two drinks?
Feeling hopelessly rusty and unable to completely stem the panic, Leia swallowed. “There’s not really a lot about me you’d find interesting.”
He laughed in that deep, raspy voice that sent delicious shivers over her skin.
“You don’t think so? For starters, I want to know about this.
” His fingers drifted past her temple, over the shaved swathe above her ear.
Although a thin layer had grown back, the area was sensitive enough to make her feel as if he were touching her bare skin.
He caught her tiny tremble and devoured the reaction.
“Then I want to know about this.” One thumb caressed her lower lip until she opened, then he plunged his finger inside to graze over her tongue piercing.
Her breath caught. Of its own accord, her tongue curled around his digit. His eyes darkened, and he removed his finger from her mouth.
“Not yet,” he murmured. “Come on.”
He resumed walking. Her gaze dropped to his firm and masculine ass. She couldn’t help it. Her fingers tingled as she imagined clenching it as he pounded into her. She swallowed a groan.
They reached two lounges that opened on either side of the hallway.
One door was painted black and marked with silver studs that spelled out DECADENCE . Four members of staff were carrying a large covered object onto a platform set in the middle of four large divan beds.
“What are they doing?”
Noah pulled her into his side and whispered in her ear. “They’re setting up for Fantasy Night.”
His mouth caressed her ear, and his hand slid around her waist in a firm hold. One thing she’d noticed about Noah King was that he didn’t go for light and whispery. His every move was bold and authoritative in a way that made no bones about what he wanted. What he intended to take.
“You can just watch. Or you can join and indulge in your fantasies.” He pointed to the screens currently rolled up on the ceiling.
“Or you can have your own party within the party. There are several ways to enjoy the high of your choice. The fantastic thing about the Indigo Lounge is you can find ways to tailor it to your purpose.”
“So you’ve been on one of these trips before?”
She was surprised when he shook his head. “No, this is my first time.”
“Then how do you know what goes on here?”
“I have persistent friends who make it their duty to tell me about each trip they take. Plus, I met the owner, Zach Savage, when he was trying to get the venture off the ground. He gave me the lowdown on his vision for this business. I thought it was a unique and fantastic idea.”
She watched the staff carefully place the large object on the floor. One whipped away the shrouding. Leia gasped at the exquisite, intricately designed golden cage. It was oval-shaped and big enough to hold six people.
“Sex in a cage while flying high above the clouds. I guess not a lot of people have that on their bucket list, huh?”
His fingers gripped her waist tighter. When she looked at him, his mouth curved in an enigmatic smile. “You’d be surprised just what pops up on bucket lists.”
To the right, the DJ was setting up on an elevated platform at the back of the room. From the ceiling, large strobe lights slowly twirled, casting psychedelic lights over the furniture and the floor.
A delicate shiver floated down Leia’s spine. On paper, the Indigo Lounge had seemed like a truly unique experience. Reality offered so much more. And she knew the reality with Noah King would be even more exhilarating.
She rubbed her tongue on the roof of her mouth—a childhood habit she’d never managed to break—and peered deeper into the room.
A studded leather rack table had been erected within another grouping of sofas, complete with restraints.
In the middle of the third grouping, a four-poster bed stood, complete with black and indigo satin sheets and countless pillows.
One member of staff was winding white silk ropes almost innocently around the posts.
She looked up and smiled as she laid the end of one rope in the middle of the bed.
Leia swallowed against another strange sensation skittering beneath her skin.
“Your pulse is racing again.” His lips grazed the spot. “Time to have that drink, I think.”
They passed another door marked VICE. It was completely blacked out, but Leia noticed several oddly shaped goggles hanging by the door. “Are those night-vision goggles?” She brushed her fingers over one.
“Close. These are specially adapted to show heat as well as cold. Want to try them later?”
The temptation to play safe welled up, but she pushed it away. “Maybe.”
“We’ll add that to your high list.” Again, that imperious tone, denoting a man used to taking charge.
“How do you know there’s enough room for more highs on my list?” she challenged, just for the hell of it.
He glanced back. “You wouldn’t have chosen yet because there’s little point choosing highs without a partner.”
“Fair point. I just didn’t want you assuming.”
He laughed and led her into the bar at the farthest end of the plane.
It’d been designed into the tail and appeared triangularly shaped. Aptly named Tail Bar, it was the most ordinary space on the whole plane, if pure luxury at every turn could be classed as ordinary.
Noah led her to the bar and ordered a glass of champagne for her and a shot of Glen Fiddich on the rocks for himself.
Like most of the seats on the plane, the bar lounges were large enough for two or more.
Choosing a golden velvet one farthest from the bar and the couples gathered around it, he sat and patted the space next to him. “What shall we drink to?”
Several thoughts jumped through her mind, all too vivid to say aloud. In the end, she just pressed her lips together and shrugged.
“Should I be hurt that you can’t find a single positive thing to drink to?”
“I have toasts, just not very clean ones.”
His deep laugh made her grin. He raised his glass. “To the next seven days, and to however many highs we manage to cram in.”
She touched her glass to his. “You think it’s going to be more than seven?”
His eyes consumed her. “Baby, seven is the minimum number I plan to reach when it comes to the list of highs I intend to achieve with you.”