CHAPTER 32 #2
Bending his head, he brushed his lips against hers, ever so softly. Immediately, she opened her mouth under his, her hot tongue urgently seeking entry. Normally, he’d pull back and admonish a partner for taking such liberties.
But this was Jannie.
Jannie, who had always made his heart pound with just a passing glance. Now she was here, soft, pliant, and aroused in his embrace, unaware that her mere presence in this room had already fulfilled his fondest fantasy.
He hoped she was about to fulfill another.
Opening his mouth, he seized her lips in a kiss that started out close to brutal.
But for her, he gentled it. He’d never been able to get too rough with Jannie.
His zipper confined him almost painfully now.
A master of restraint, he was usually able to stay this way for hours.
Never had he felt such an urgent need to bury himself inside a woman and fill her with as much of him as he could give.
Only with her.
Urges.
On and on, he kissed her, until she thrust against him.
Jesus fuck. I could come right now.
He tore his mouth away to prevent just that.
Jannie gazed up at him, eyes hazy, her beautiful lips red and swollen. “Why is there no bed in here?”
“All you have to do is wish for one.”
She tilted her head. “Like magic?”
“Everything here can be magic.”
“OK, then, let’s see your magic. I wish for a bed.”
Sliding his hand into his pocket, Nick gripped the remote that controlled everything. He didn’t need to take it out; he simply pressed the top button.
The soft whir of a motor filled the room as two massive ceiling panels slid apart, and a bed gradually began to descend.
Jannie looked up, her eyes widening. “You weren’t lying.”
His gaze followed the white wrought iron bed as it continued to come down. “Only the truth in here.”
“Is that one of the rules?”
Nick nodded. He wasn’t about to admit that he’d just made that up. Unbeknownst to her, she was taking part in a scene, and it was his to direct as he pleased.
“It’s white.” Her eyes showed genuine surprise. “Even the sheets.”
He smirked. “We’re not all about black and sinister, Jannie. Set aside your preconceived notions. This space was born from my frustration with clichés.”
The bed settled gently against the opposite wall, the pillows fluffed, the silk sheets shimmering invitingly.
“What other magic can you show me?” She pressed against his prominent erection. “Aside from this, of course.”
“Well … That depends.”
“On what?”
“On what you want.
“I want you.” Reaching down, she gripped him.
He sucked air through his teeth. “You have me. Literally in the palm of your hand. But you might want to stop that if you want me to last.”
A sly smile. “Then step back. It’s impossible to keep my hands off you when you’re right in my face.”
He shook his head, suppressing a smile. This was highly irregular.
He moved to step back, only to have her hook a hand behind his neck and pull him down for another searing kiss, this one so hot, it bordered on aggressive. He let her draw him in, opening for her sweet invasion, losing himself for a moment in the intoxicating bliss that was Jannie’s mouth.
Suddenly, she tore away. “Enough.”
He blinked. And realized he still had the bow tie around his neck, dangling there despite his earlier intent to use it on her right away.
“Any more wishes?”
“Uh-huh.” She reached up to grip the end of the bow tie, slowly sliding it off his neck and snapping it off with a flourish.
With lithe grace, she ducked under his arm and sidestepped him, strutting slowly and provocatively toward the bed, her high heels clicking on the polished floor. Those heels … Jannie already had beautiful legs, but in those shoes, those calves of hers were showcased to perfection.
He watched her backside shift in that low-backed peach dress. It hugged her in a way that made his mouth literally water. He thought of the display of rope just behind the wall, a touch of a button away, and his fingers twitched involuntarily.
She pivoted right by the bed, heels clicking, skirts swishing, and beckoned him with a one-fingered come-hither gesture, holding out his bow tie like some sort of lure.
He stared at her, and in that moment, he would have fucking crawled to her if she asked him to.
This was not how it was supposed to go.
But, fuck it.
He strode toward her with purpose, frowning when he saw her slide the silk strip through her clenched fist. He’d seen that move a thousand times, but it was always him or another dom who did it.
Right before taking complete control.
Jannie’s gaze collided with his as he advanced. He knew his eyes were smoldering because his entire body was aflame, and she must have seen it because her eyes widened. The bow tie slipped from her fingertips and drifted to the floor.
In no time, Nick stood right before her.
For a few heartbeats, they stared at one another, neither of them moving.
He needed to get control of this, and quickly.
Bending down on one knee, he grasped her ankle and deftly unfastened the delicate shoe buckle, his fingertips brushing against her skin as he paused to gently stroke the faint red indentation left by the strap.
He thought she would sit, but Jannie remained standing, shifting her weight to offer him her other foot, bracing her hands on his shoulders.
Smiling, he undid her other buckle too, grasping her ankle and easing her foot out of the shoe. Pretty toes … she had such pretty toes. The other day, when he’d seen them in the slides she wore around the condo, they had been plain, unpainted.
Tonight, they were a shimmering, subtle pearl shade, not quite white, not quite pink.
Of course. No fire-engine red for Jannie. The subtlety made that color a thousand times sexier than all the shades of red ever created. He let his hands glide back and forth, caressing her arched instep and the top of her foot as he gently lowered it to the ground.
He sensed an energy shift then and looked up to see her studying him with curiosity.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Admiring you.”
A little laugh. “You have a foot fetish?”
“I think it started a minute ago.”
She looked perplexed. “They’re … big.”
His jaw flexed. There it was again, her thinking she was less than perfect. Who the fuck had put such ideas in her head? Her feet were proportionate to her height, with toes so beautiful that he wanted to kiss them—and more.
His eyes never left hers as he retrieved the bow tie, pocketed it, and slowly rose to his full height. Without her shoes and with him still wearing his, he towered over her, and Nick didn’t miss the nervous flick of her tongue across her lips.
“Turn around.”
She hesitated before she pivoted.
He moved in close, so close that she could feel his body heat, but he didn’t make contact.
He bent his head and let his lips hover near her ear.
Making his tongue into a point, he flicked it over the gold stud she wore, and this time, her body lurched on a sharp inhale, making her back into him, grinding.
“Ah!”
He smiled against her neck. Yeah, major erogenous zone there.
He flicked the closure at her nape. “Undo this for me.”
She turned her head and gave him the side-eye. “You do it.”
Nick held back a frustrated sigh. Submission was not in Jannie’s DNA. Slipping the jeweled button from the eyelet, he pushed the top of the dress to her waist.
No bra underneath.
He let his palms glide over her throat, stopping at her upper chest, wanting to fill his hands with her breasts. “May I?”
He was asking for permission. Him.
She nodded.
“Use your words. I want to be absolutely sure you want this.”
With a huff of evident impatience, she grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts, squeezing. “If I don’t want it, you’ll know.”
He shook his head. “Not good enough. I can only read your mind so far. In here, we need to be perfectly clear.” He ran his thumbs over her nipples, and she pushed back into him.
“You are so hard.”
“Ignore it.”
“Can’t.” She reached back, gripping him, and squeezed. “I know what this can do.”
“There’s so much more before we get to that.” He gritted his teeth and let her stroke him. Thankfully, she stopped.
“We need a safe word,” he said.
“Safe word?”
“Yes. A word that—”
“I know what a safe word is. I wasn’t aware that we’re in a situation to need one.”
He squeezed her breasts a little harder. “You’re in my bondage room, Jannie.”
“And?”
“And we need a safe word.”
“What for?”
“For when you reach your limit. Or I reach mine.”
She made a little disparaging sound. “I thought you were limitless.”
“I just might be, with you. We still need a safe word.”
“Fine. Thrust.”
He chuckled. “The forward force acting upon an aircraft?”
“That, too.”
“I like it.”
“Of course you do.”
“Good. Thrust it is, then.” He forced himself to let go of her breasts, then retrieved the strip of black silk from his pocket, dangling it in front of her face. “Now, what shall we do with this?”
She turned to regard him with trepidation. “I have no idea.”
He let it unfurl, dragging it along her neck before draping it across her face, covering her eyes.
“It can be a blindfold …” He fisted the ends behind her head.
She swayed a little and gripped his forearm, nails sinking in, making him strain even more against the zipper of his pants at the sight of Jannie blindfolded, her chin up, her bare breasts rising and falling, a flush spreading up her chest toward her neck.
“If you can’t see, your other senses will have to compensate …” He leaned in and flicked her earlobe again with his tongue, eliciting a hard shudder. “And there’s the added element of anticipation and surprise.”
He took her hand, sucking her index finger into his mouth.
She gasped with a harsh inhale.
He ran his tongue along the pad, fluttering, before nipping gently, relishing her nearly inaudible moan.
He wanted to throw her onto the bed, tear off her dress, and torment her with his hands and lips and tongue until she begged for him to—
She made a noise then, one he recognized as a sign of discomfort.