“Well, I do read a lot of regency romances, are lady’s maids still a thing?”
They both started laughing, and for one moment, their old friendship rose to the surface. Leo rose and stretched his hand out to Anya. She hesitated, but put her hand in his. He led her to the living room, flicking the stereo on, and drew her into his arms. She stumbled, partially tipsy from the wine, the rest from the heat of his body against her. It was easy to fall into his arms, no matter how trapped her felt, it fell away every time he touched her.
He put a hand in the small of her back, clasped the other hand in hers, put his check against hers and whispered in her ear, “We have to dance together, at the Gala. Everyone will be watching. Look like you want me, not like you’re scared of me.”
He moved her body with his, a slow waltz that sent every one of Anya’s senses alight. She let him guide her movements, trying to relax into the movements of the dance.
No wonder young regency women could only dance the waltz after getting permission. Leo’s hand worked its way under her shirt, his fingers delicately moving over her skin, until her breath caught and her nipples hardened. The wine caught up with her, and she tripped, pressing into his chest. She tried to pull back, but his arms turned to iron, and kept her against his body. She could feel his arousal against her. He groaned, and dropped his head against her neck, his lips nibbling up, until he claimed her breath with a kiss.
It was an assault on her senses and she surrendered. When he left her before, she never expected to be with him again, and she couldn’t help but loose herself in their shared fire. She let her tongue explore his mouth, until his hand slipped up and cupped her breast in his palm. Leo’s fingers slipped under her bra, capturing the hard bud between his fingers and rolling it until she gasped against his mouth. Their past fell away, and Anya didn’t care about anything but the man before her and this moment. She dropped her hand and with one tug, undid the well-worn button-fly jeans he wore. She felt the weight of his cock strain against his boxer-briefs, as her fingers traced the once familiar pattern of him.
He abruptly pulled her away from him, holding her at arm’s length, until she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with arousal. He grasped the front of her shirt and said, “Do you want me?” She blushed, but nodded. He pulled the front of her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. “Tell me. Say it.” His eyes bored into hers and he flicked the front clasp on her bra, exposing her breasts to him. His thumbs caressed both nipples, and she grabbed his arms. “Tell me you want me. Say my name.”
She trembled, and whispered, “I want you, Leo.” She tried to look away from him, but he trapped her chin in his hands, and forced her to stare into his eyes as he shucked off her shirt and bra. Vulnerability and fear flooded her, and she tried to cover her breasts, until he dropped a hand between her legs, caressing her covered mound until she writhed against him, unable to control her response. She clung to the arm holding her, while he deftly undid her jeans, slipping under the denim.
He slowly stroked her through her soft cotton panties, and she blushed as he encountered the wetness that had soaked through. Her eyelids started to flutter closed, until he growled at her. “What do you want, Anya?”
Leo shifted his hand from her chin, and lowered her to the ground, his other hand still slowly rubbing up and down her furrow. “Because I want to fuck you until every other man you’ve been with since me is obliterated. That the only memory you have is me making you come over and over again.”
He lowered himself, resting next to her, the rough texture of his shirt against her sensitive nipples. His fingers caught the edge of her panties, slipping underneath, but just teasing soft touches. She tried to rise against his hand, but he pressed her back down to the ground, until she finally gasped out, “Leo, please.”
“I love hearing you beg, Anya. I’ve hungered to hear your soft pleas from that gorgeous liar’s mouth.”
Leo slipped one finger deep into her, and she screamed. Anya grabbed him, frantic to feel him between her legs, to be filled by him until they were both satiated. He trapped both of her wrists in one hand, while his other hand continued its slow plunder of her slick folds.
His thumb circled her clit, never quite touching it, until he slid a second finger into her and she sobbed for relief. “But I’m not going give in, not yet.” And pulled his hand away from her.
Leo flipped her over, and put her arms above her head, holding her firmly. Leo grabbed the band of her jeans and panties and dragged them down her thighs.
“I want to make something very clear.” He whispered, slowly rubbed up her thighs, gripping one, and easing her slightly back, to a kneeling position. She still burned for him, but with her jeans trapping her legs, she was exposed and vulnerable. He placed her hands flat on the ground. “Do not move your hands. For any reason. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Anya hated herself, but she would do anything to keep him touching her. When he touched her, she didn’t care about anything else, she could forget herself.
“Your safe word is red.” She nodded at him and he settled next to her, one hand on the small of her back, the other stroking her backside softly. “You and your father embezzled twelve million dollars from investors. Twelve. Fixing that is my wedding present to you.” She started to sit up, to argue with him, but stopped when she met his gaze. “Good, you remembered not to move. There is one more thing I want from you, but I want, no, I need you to give it to me freely.” He dipped his hands between her folds, stroking her until she cried out. “But first, I’m going to spank you, once for every million taken. Count them.” She nodded and closed her eyes, embarrassed that he was going to spank her, of all things. She gasped as his hand connected with her skin, the sting sending a spark straight to her clit. “I’m waiting, Anya.”
“One.”
With the same power, but on the other cheek, his hand slapped down. She couldn’t help but squeal that time, then said, “Two.”
Leo paused to circle her clit once, and Anya felt her pussy burn for him. This time, the swat came down where the first had landed, and the sensitized skin burned.
“T-three.” The next swats came in quick succession, and she had to gasp out, “Four...five, six!” all at once.
“Halfway, poppet, half way.” Leo said, as he paused to plunge his fingers back into her sopping pussy, until she thrust back against him. He pulled out and slapped down hard. The pain and pleasure combined, and Anya cried out, “Please, Leo, stop, I need, I just…”
Leo held her down firmly, and continued, “Do you want that one to count?”
“Seven!” Anya started crying, confused and angry. It hurt but it didn’t, and she just wanted him to take her completely. He continued, making her call out each number, until he finally took the final spanking, his hand across both cheeks right about her folds, as she screamed, “Twelve!” he plunged his fingers into her, moving in and out.
Anya tried to spread her legs farther, but they were held together by her pants, and she screamed out her frustration as Leo took her closer and closer to the edge. She buried her hands in the carpet, and he wrapped her long hair around his fist and pounded her unmercifully, until she finally exploded around his hand, screaming her ecstasy. She slumped in the aftermath, and Leo rolled her to her side, spooning her as she shook in his arms.
She was half asleep when he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. Anya was barely aware of him pulling off her shoes and stripping her, before settling back in the bed with her. She just revealed in the warmth of his arms and let the afterglow carry her off to sleep.
* * *
Anya woke up with a start. She rolled over and realized she was completely naked. She winced at the sensitive skin of her bottom, and remembered the night before with blush. She looked around, relieved that Leo had woken up before her and clearly started her day.
She relaxed into the bed until a knock at the door roused her, and a cheerful voice cried out, “Sorry to bother you dearie, bu
t Shayna says she let you sleep as late as possible, but there have been some plan changes. I’ve brought you coffee.”
Anya pulled the covers up to her chin, and called out, “Come in.” An older woman bustled into the room. Anya smiled. The woman could be Mrs. Thompson’s sister. She had the same nurturing energy and kind eyes, and Anya relaxed as she set a tray on the table.
“I know you haven’t gotten the formal introduction yet, but I’m Effie, and I’m the housekeeper.”
“Hi Effie, I’m Anya.” Anya wasn’t sure if she should try and shake her hand, with the woman let loose with a peal of laughter.
“Don’t worry a bit about moving. We’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other.” Effie put a robe on the edge of the bed. “Shayna is going to come rushing back here in a minute though. She’s in a right tizzy.”
Anya smiled to herself as the woman left the room, and slipped into the robe. She poured a coffee as her assistant entered the room.
“I am so, so sorry! Miranda was blistering up my ear for not having you up already, she’s extra pissy you weren’t up at the crack of dawn apparently. But Leo asked if you would be available for lunch with him. He’s swinging by, so it’s here and not fancy. But he’ll be here in…” Shayna looked at her watch and squeaked, “Twenty minutes! That is barely any time to get you ready! If you hit the shower, I’ll pull out one of the outfits the stylist left.” Shayna paused, not wanting to rush her along, but clearly wanting to take Anya’s coffee and stuff her in the shower.
Anya took one last sip of coffee and said, “I can have another cup after my shower. Please pick something reasonably comfortable…wait, no, let’s go with something shockingly hot?”
Shayna took the cup from her, laughed and said, “Honey, everything is hot on you. But I’ll pick a killer outfit. Sometimes we need the armor a good outfit gives us.”
Anya hurried through her shower and toweled off quickly. She grimaced in the mirror, and quickly twisted her hair into a bun. It would have to do until she went to the salon after lunch. She went into the bedroom, and into the dressing room, where Shayna had set out an outfit.
“You will knock him dead in that dress. I’ll be hiding out in your office, until it’s time to get you to Stefon. Effie is setting up lunch in the dining room, so just head that way when you’re ready. Miranda was kind of a pain in the ass about him being back at the office in exactly an hour.”
Shayna took off to the back of the apartment, while Anya wiggled into the outfit she’d left. She couldn’t help but giggle, if lunch went anything like dinner, no way he’d be back in an hour. She paused in front of the mirror.
Damn that stylist was good.
It was a simple dress, but fit her perfectly and the boots it was paired with? Knee high, black buttery leather, high heels? Anya would at least get Leo hot under the collar before he went back to the office. And she had to appreciate the slinky undergarments that were left for her. He might not know what she was wearing, but there was something empowering about sexy panties.
Anya sauntered into the dining room, surprised to find a blond woman standing next to Leo. She smiled at the woman, hiding her sudden insecurity. The woman was a perfect Grace Kelly blond. Icy beauty, just like the modern apartment. Leo stood as Anya entered the room and walked over to her. He gave her a quick hug and kiss, keeping an arm around her and he turned around.
“Sorry for bringing work home, but this is Miranda, my assistant.”
Miranda nodded shortly at Anya, who could feel the antipathy the woman had for her. Leo seemed oblivious to the signals flying back and forth between the women, so Anya just murmured pleasantries at her.
“Miranda, I’ll see you at the office before the Martinez appointment.”
Anya couldn’t help but feel relieved at his direct dismissal of the woman. She hated the jealousy she felt with his gorgeous assistant, but a wave of possession crashed over her and she leaned into him as Miranda gathered her things and walked out of the room.
Leo spun her in his arms, crushing her against him and giving her a passionate kiss.
“I apologize for leaving you this morning. I had some appointments I couldn’t cancel. I’m glad you were able to be here for lunch.”
She just nodded at him, dazed, as he guided her to a seat. They both settled into their meals, and Anya was desperate for a conversational opening, finally clearing her throat and saying, “I’ve heard the place we’re going for dinner is really tasty. Have you eaten there before?”
“No, I haven’t. Miranda recommended it. I hope it’s not too experimental.”
“Oh, Shayna said it wasn’t all wee servings and whipped air, so we won’t starve to death.”
“Oh, that’s good, you’re going to need your strength.”
Anya blushed, and Leo reached out to stroke her cheek, and said, “I love that you’re still capable of blushing,” as he reached under the table and stroked up her thigh. “I love the boots.” Anya dropped her spoon and looked at the door to the kitchen. “Effie won’t disturb us.” Leo slid his hand between her legs and she planted her hands flat on the table. “Yes, keep them there. I’m trusting you not to move.”
He leaned in, nuzzled her ear, and nibbled on her neck. Anya felt her body respond completely to his touch. Her nipples pebbled beneath the silk of her dress and her panties were already drenched.
Leo dropped his head under her arm and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking it into his mouth hard. Anya couldn’t help herself and cried out as Leo’s questing hand reached her mound.
“Consider this practice, I’m going to stop if you make any noise.” Leo said.
He pulled her panties aside and tested her entrance, flicking her hard nub and finally plunging two fingers into her. She gasped loudly and he immediately pulled out and sat back in his chair, smiling at her.
“Told you I would stop.” He slowly licked his fingers and stared at her. Anya didn’t think she could blush any harder, but watching him enjoy her nectar was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen, and she wiggled on the chair.
Leo stood abruptly, walked over to the buffet, picked up a box, and said, “I realize you were distracted last night, but do you remember what I said?” Anya nodded slowly. “That you wanted something more from me.”
Leo placed the box in front of Anya and sat down across from her.
“I want your submission.”
“You already have me. We’re getting married, you’re getting the business, I don’t understand.”
“No, Anya, I want you to submit to me.”
“You mean, always.”
“No, not always. But for the next year, you will submit to me whenever I demand it.”
Anya felt the blood drain out of her face, and said, “Do you want to hurt me?” She hated how small her voice sounded, but she remembered the spanking last night. It was hot, but beyond that? She couldn’t imagine going any further, but Leo shook his head.
“No. But you enjoyed the spanking last night.”
It was a statement, not a question, but she nodded anyways.
“We will iron out specifics, discover each other’s limits but I want you completely. I know I can’t buy your complete subordinance. So, I’m asking for it.”
Anya’s head spun. Could she give herself so completely to him? He said she had to give it to him, it wasn’t part of their deal.
“Look in the box, Anya.”
She opened the box, revealing a pair of exquisite golden cuff bracelets.
“I’m going back to the office, and meeting you for dinner. If you agree, wear the bracelets.”
She stared at the bracelets in silence until he walked over to her and pulled her to her feet. His eyes bored into her eyes and he kissed her until her toes curled. He whispered in her ear, “It can be the one pure thing between us.” He paused and suddenly reached under her skirt, whisking her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them reflexively and he stood up with them dangling between his f
ingers.
“I’m going to go to my meetings with your damp panties in my pocket. Think of that while you decide.” He walked to the door when Anya finally found her words again.
“What if I say no?”
Leo stared at her, smiled and shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out tonight.” And he walked out of the door.
Anya felt a wave of despair roll over her. Leo still thought she was in cahoots with her father. And last night proved to her that she still wasn’t over him. She was going to spend the next year in love with a man who thought she was a thief, who just wanted the gleam of her family name, to slake his passion in her, and then in a year, when he had everything he wanted, he would leave her, alone with nothing but ashes and a broken heart.
She turned the cuffs over in her hands, over and over again. But he was asking her, to choose submission. She thought of the fire between them and wondered if she could prove her innocence to him in submission.
***
Part Two of His Golden Cuffs will be released late November, 2013.
***
About The Author
Flora Dare lives in Durham, NC in a cute little pink house, with her husband, Scott and their hellion of a puppy, HaliToes. She writes love, lust and mayhem in almost every flavor, and like The Pirate Movie, she wants a happy ending, every time! Don’t miss a think, join her mailing list (http://eepurl.com/GI4_D) or follow her on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/FloraDareWrites)
TAMING THE ALPHA
By Adriana Hunter
The club was busy for a Tuesday night. Nikki Avery scanned the crowd from the edge of the dance stage and empty chairs were few and far between, the bar packed two and three deep with guys. A crowded place meant good tips and good money meant making the rent.
Nikki watched her friend Lori…stage name Lorelei…finish up her set, her final athletic gyrations on the stage sending the men into a complete frenzy. Mack, the club owner had asked…almost begged… the two of them so many times to do a routine together. He was convinced the combination of Lori’s taut, angular body and silky blonde hair played against Nikki’s ample curves and waves of chestnut hair would get the entire place pumped—translate: hard—beyond all distraction. Mack reasoned getting an entire room of men turned on quickly was better for business.
The Alpha's Touch Boxed Set (14 Book Bundle) Page 53
