by Ivy Nelson
“Strip,” he said curtly.
17
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Adara’s eyes flew to Michael’s at his terse command. “I thought we were going to keep talking,” she said, feeling confused.
“We are. But you’re going to be naked. In fact, anytime you enter this room to spend any amount of time, I expect your clothes to come off.” He leaned against his dresser and folded his arms, never breaking eye contact. “Is that clear, Angel?”
She swallowed. In that moment, she wasn’t sure he had ever looked hotter. Her brain told her she was supposed to say, “Yes, Sir,” and take her clothes off. But, some part of her still wanted to rebel. Not because this wasn’t hot, but because it was in her nature to question the why of everything she did. He was asking for her trust though, and they were working on defining their roles. This was part of that, and she knew she should give him this.
“I’m waiting, Angel. Clothes off. It’s a simple request.”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry. You just caught me off guard,” she said as she lifted her blouse over her head. “Though I suspect that was your intention.” Her jeans slid down her legs.
His smile was instant. “You’re catching on. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She enjoyed hearing those words from him. Next came her bra and then her panties. She stood naked for him to examine. And that’s exactly what it felt like when he stalked toward her. His eyes roved her curves as he circled her, looking at every inch of her body. Her resolve to be confident and witty began to waver under his intense gaze. She just wanted him to find pleasure in what he saw. He was facing her again, and she knew from the heat in his eyes that he was very pleased indeed.
“You’re beautiful naked. You’re always beautiful, but naked and vulnerable, ready for whatever I may have planned? Fucking stunning. I want to be able to enjoy that anytime we’re in this room.”
She nodded, her heart pounding in her ears. “Yes, Sir.” She had always been comfortable with her body and was never shy about sex. But sex for her had never included power exchange until Michael. This was unsettling, especially since he was still fully dressed. That was likely also intentional on his part. When he was through with his inspection, he stopped behind her and slid his arms around her waist. Gentle kisses landed along her neck and shoulder causing her to shudder.
“I thought we were going to talk,” she managed to say without sounding too needy—she hoped.
“We are. But there’s nothing wrong with me enjoying what’s mine while we do it, right?” he asked as he continued to feather kisses down her neck and back and up to her ear lobe. She sighed. They would never get any talking done if he kept kissing her like this. “You are mine, aren’t you, Angel?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m yours.” There was no keeping the need out of her voice this time.
“Excellent answer.” His hands slid up her abdomen to cup her breasts. “I love the way you feel in my hands. All of you.”
“I like your hands on me. But if we don’t stop, we’re never going to talk.”
“Sure, we are. Just trust me.”
She sighed and gave up, leaning into his touch instead of shying away from it.
With one arm wrapped around her waist, he walked them backwards until they were at the foot of the bed.
“Kneel.”
The carpet felt hot against her knees, or maybe her knees felt hot against the carpet, as she sank to the floor.
He sat on the edge of the bed. “Eyes on me.”
Raising her head, she looked him in the eye.
“What is it you want out of this relationship, Angel?”
“To please you?”
“Nice answer, Angel, but wrong. I’m not asking you to tell me what you think I want to hear. It’s not a trick. I want to know what you’re looking for.”
“Out of a kinky relationship? Or just a relationship in general?”
“Let’s say both. Start with whichever is easier for you to answer.”
The butterflies in her stomach fluttered, and she placed a hand on her abdomen hoping to calm them.
“From a relationship, I just want someone who isn’t afraid of my aspirations. Someone who wants to be a partner but who at the same time doesn’t hold me back. I’ve avoided relationships in the past, because it always felt like the men I dated were afraid of the things I wanted.”
“And what about kink and power exchange? Are you doing these things just because I’m into them?”
“At first, yes. But it’s clicking for me, and it seems to fit. I want to explore it. I’m curious. The exploration we’ve done, the books you’ve had me read, it all just makes sense for me. In a weird way, I feel like exploring the way I have is what helped me take back some of the power I felt like I had lost. Reclaiming that power and being free to do what I want with it… even giving it to someone, you, is exhilarating in some ways.”
“Such beautiful words to hear, Angel. I’ve avoided relationships because I never met anyone who understood the kind of power exchange I was looking for. It was easier to just play on a casual level to fulfill some of my baser needs.”
“Will the other subs you used to play with be mad at me for taking you away from them?” Her concern was genuine. She enjoyed being at Exposure with Michael and their friends but hated the idea of a group of women there being angry at her.
Michael chuckled and tilted her chin to look at him again when she looked away.
“No, Angel. They aren’t going to be mad. They’ll have plenty of other opportunities to get their kink on. It just won’t be with me anymore. They understand. And if it isn’t too weird for you, they’ll welcome you with open arms.”
Her nose crinkled. “I’ll have to think about it. I’m not jealous of them or anything, but I can’t imagine watching you do the things you do to me with another woman.”
“And I couldn’t imagine watching those things done to you by another man.”
At least they were on the same page about that.
The tension in the room shifted and Michael’s gaze grew heated.
“Enough talking, Adara. I want to take you. Make you mine in every way I can. Stand up.”
Eager to please, she scrambled to her feet. His arms encircled her waist, and she rested her head on his shoulder, inhaling his masculine scent. Fingers trailed down her back in gentle caresses and a sigh escaped her lips.
“Can I make love to you, Angel?”
“Of course, Sir. Do you have to ask?”
The rumble of his chest beneath her as he chuckled made her want to snuggle even closer to him. “I try to be a gentleman, always. Now, come to bed with me.” He backed them onto the bed, pulling her on top of him.
Since she was sitting atop him, she took a chance and began unbuttoning his shirt, wanting to feel his hard chest beneath her fingers. When his chest was bared to her, she bent and planted several soft kisses on his smooth skin. “You always smell nice,” she murmured between kisses.
Suddenly, she found herself on her back staring up at him as he straddled her. “My turn,” he whispered as he bent to kiss her neck and chest.
“My turn didn’t last very long.” Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout that he apparently found amusing because he laughed and nipped her stuck-out lip with his teeth.
“You’ll get plenty of turns, Angel. Now hush.”
His mouth moved from her neck to her left nipple and she sucked in a breath at the sensation of his tongue swirling around the oversensitive nub. With his tongue and fingers, he worked her into a frenzy, and she was dying for him to touch her pussy and make her come. That isn’t what happened. Instead, when she was on the verge of begging him to touch her, he sat up, still straddling her.
“Are you mine?”
“Yes Sir.” Where was this going?
“Good.” He climbed off of her and strolled to the chair that sat near the wall and pulled it directly in front of the bed. When he was settled, one ankle rested on his knee, he said, “L
ay back and spread your legs, Angel. Show me how you touch yourself.”
The pace of her heartbeat kicked up a notch and she stared at him.
“I’ll only ask once, Angel.”
“Why?” The sound of her own voice was loud in her ears, but she knew she was whispering.
“Do I really need a reason?”
He was challenging her. Was she up to the task? Her breathing hitched as she tried to convince herself to do as he asked. Lying flat on her back, she spread her legs wide and felt her face heat with embarrassment, knowing he was staring at her most intimate places, while he sat still mostly dressed.
“Keep going, Angel. You’re so hot like this.”
His words fueled her, and she slipped one hand between her legs and began to gently stroke the folds there. After a minute or two she grew bold, her legs spreading wider as she found her clit and began to rub in gentle circles.
“Don’t stop until you’ve made yourself come.”
The tenor of his voice sent waves of desire pulsing through her, and her body warmed further despite the cool air blowing through the room.
Normally, it took her several minutes to even get in the mood to masturbate, but the way his tongue and lips had worked her into a frenzied need, she was nearly ready to orgasm within minutes. He encouraged her to keep going when she started to moan. Soft gentle moans as she increased the pressure on her clit. It wouldn’t be long before she fell over the edge.
“Come for me, Angel.” His voice sounded husky now and she imagined the lust that would undoubtedly be lurking in his eyes. That thought alone, the thought of his eyes searing into her with desire was enough to send her over into ecstasy. She didn’t recognize her own voice as she cried out while riding the wave of the orgasm. Just as it was starting to slow, she jerked when his mouth pressed against her still pulsating pussy.
“Oh, God,” she cried.
He sucked and nipped until she was on the verge of a second orgasm. His fingers dug into her thighs and kept them pressed firmly apart when she tried to close her legs to escape his tongue lashing against her. Her struggle was soon forgotten, and she was riding the high of pleasure again as she jerked beneath his tongue.
As an orgasm subsided, he was straddling. Only now she felt his erection pressing against her belly. He had stripped off his clothes.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Angel.”
“Please,” she begged.
There was no need for any more words. The head of his cock dipped into her opening, teasing at first and then, with no warning, he filled her to the hilt. Her pussy was swollen from the previous orgasms and felt tight around him. A rough groan left his throat as he withdrew and filled her again. After a few slow thrusts, he built up the pace to a punishing rhythm until she was begging him to make her come again.
“Put your hand between us and get yourself off for me,” he commanded gruffly as he continued to pound into her.
It only took one brush of her fingers over her now swollen and sensitive clit to send her flying. He wasn’t far behind her as his shoulders tensed and he found his own release.
“God that was hot,” he mumbled, his face now buried in her neck.
They lay together catching their breath, his fingers still gently caressing her. A yawn broke free despite her attempts to stop it.
“Oh, Angel. I hope you’re not trying to fall asleep on me.”
“Not at all, Sir.” She pressed the back of her hand over her mouth to stifle another yawn.
“Good. Because I’m not even close to being done with you.”
18
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Michael sat at his desk thinking about last night with Adara. The way she melted under his touch. The way she met every challenge he put in front of her. It was difficult to think about anything else. Which would explain the half-finished report staring at him from his computer screen.
“Silas, my office now.”
The booming voice of his boss jerked him out of his daydream. Chief Stanton was standing in the doorway.
“Right away, Sir,” Michael said, rising quickly.
In the chief’s office, he found Agent Stephen Miller sitting in one of the two visitor’s chairs.
“You know Agent Miller. He’s asking for our help.”
“What can we help you with, Agent?” Michael said, not bothering with pleasantries.
“You can help us catch a terrorist.”
Michael didn’t like where this was going. “How do you propose we do that?”
“You seem friendly with Miss Kent. I was hoping—”
“Out of the question.” Michael cut the agent off. “You want to use her as bait. Absolutely not.”
The chief frowned at him. “We’re talking about an internationally wanted terrorist, Michael.”
“And we’re talking about putting a civilian in danger. It’s unethical.”
“If it were anybody but Adara Kent, you would do it, Silas. I’ve read up on you,” Miller said.
Michael scrubbed a hand over his face. They were right, but he didn’t have feelings for anyone but Adara.
“If they wanted to use your wife as bait would you be so on board with this plan?” he asked the chief.
“Are you telling me you have feelings for Miss Kent?”
“It’s not against the law. Yes. I’ve developed feelings for this woman.”
“You’re in a good spot in your career son. You just got a promotion. You could easily have my job one day. Don’t let something like this get in the way of that.” Michael stared at his boss, bewildered. He knew the man had been married for something like thirty years.
“I’m not sure. I just don’t think it’s wise. She just put all of this behind her and now you’re asking her to put herself right back into the middle of it.”
“Just consider it. At the very least, let me talk to her. Get her input on the idea. She would be watched the entire time. Never out of our sight. We’ll put a tracker and a surveillance team on her.”
“Not happening. Not in a million fucking years.” Michael balled his fists and took a deep breath.
“Pretty sure she’s a grown ass woman, Silas.”
That made him want to put his fists through the smug bastard’s face. It didn’t help that he’d disliked this man since the moment they’d met. He was right though, Adara was an adult. Michael felt certain he could persuade her not to help Agent Miller though.
“I can’t stop you from talking to her, but she’s not going along with this if I have anything to say about it.”
Michael didn’t wait for the chief to dismiss him. He just turned on his heel and walked back to his own office.
His finger was hovered over Adara’s name to call her when he got a call out to a crime scene. Talking to her would have to wait.
When he was finished at the crime scene, he knew it was going to be a late night, so he took some time to call Adara.
“Hey, Angel. I’m working late, but security will make sure you’re safe at my place tonight,” he said when she answered.
“Where are you?” she asked
“I’m over near the beltway.”
“I just finished a canvas with some volunteers about fifteen minutes away from there. Want to meet in the middle for dinner or something? Just a quick bite.”
“Miss me, do ya?”
He could almost hear her grin when she said, “Maybe just a little.”
“I’ve got some time. I’m waiting on a witness who won’t be available for another hour anyway. Text me a spot and I’ll meet you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her response surprised him since they had agreed to Sir in the bedroom and at the club.
“You delight me, Angel.”
“I try, Sir.”
“You do so much more than try. I’ll see you in a little while.”
He ended the call and started the engine of his SUV.
Less than ten minutes later, he pulled up to the deli Adara had directed him
to.
Bradley was waiting with Adara and the two looked deep in conversation. When Michael approached the small table, Bradley stood and shook his hand. “Good to see you again, Michael. Adara, I’ll see you outside.”
Michael was grateful when the man left them alone. He needed some time with his girl, and he wanted to tell her about Agent Miller’s visit.
When she stood, he pulled her into his arms. “It’s good to see you, Angel. I’ve missed you.” He brushed a quick but tender kiss across her lips.
“How is your day going?” she asked, resting her head on his shoulder.
“A bit weird. Caught a case that’s going to take some time to unravel. Might mean a few late nights for me.”
“Don’t worry about me, I’ve got a lot of work to keep me busy.”
They ordered sandwiches before settling in at their table.
“I wanted to talk to you about something, Angel. I had a visitor today. I’m not too happy about it but I think you deserve to know.”
He recounted the visit from Agent Miller. Her eyes went wide.
“They really want to use me as bait? That’s so cool!”
He scowled at her response. “That is the exact opposite of cool. I desperately want to forbid you to speak to him when he calls to ask—because he’s going to call and ask—but I won’t do that. You’re an adult, but I would really like you to consider not going along with his plan. It’s dangerous and there is no way they can account for every variable in order to keep you safe. There is just so much we don’t know about this guy.”
“I want to hear him out, Michael. But I hear you too. I promise.”
He sighed. That was the best he could ask for right now. If they were more intertwined, if she wore his collar, he wouldn’t have hesitated to forbid her. But that wasn’t where their relationship was. He could warn Peter and Bradley this was coming though. They could help persuade her not to go along with the plan and help keep her safe if it came to it. God, he hoped it didn’t come to that. He did his best to relax and enjoy the rest of their time together before he needed to get back to work.
