“Would you like a drink?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I think I probably had enough wine at the party. I’ll get sleepy if I have more.”
“How about that tour?” He held out his hand
She took it and a shiver traveled through her at his touch. “I’m ready.”
It was like going through a colonial museum. He showed her books and letters and items passed down through his family for generations as well as other things he had purchased as a collector. The furnishings were unique to the period as well as all of the fixtures.
At the end of the tour, he brought her down a well-lit hallway to a set of doors that opened into a sitting room.
“Welcome to my favorite space.” He looked down at her as they stood in the doorway. “To the left, through there, is my bedroom. This is the sitting room, an old-fashioned term, I suppose for a private living room.”
Kelley looked at her surroundings in the large. Rich furnishings filled the place, including a divan, a couch, and a couple of chairs, along with a large wardrobe cabinet.
She turned her gaze back to meet his and looked into his sage green eyes. His masterful presence stirred the primal desire in her that needed to be quenched. With his jacket off she had a better view of his physique and she wanted to touch the power she knew she’d find when he removed his shirt.
But then she didn’t need him to take it off to feel power emanating from him. It surrounded her, stroked her, seduced her. Here was a man she knew could control her in every way she desired.
She wanted him to kiss her so badly she could taste it.
Instead, he gestured to the couch. “Have a seat.”
Disappointed, but still hopeful, she sat, holding down her short dress so that it wouldn’t climb up her thighs, and he sat next to her.
They talked for a while about how things were at the hospital and a bit about the accounts he was working with for his medical supply business.
Their conversation was easy and casual and she really enjoyed talking with him.
After a while, the conversation came back to KC and BDSM, a topic that she was more than pleased to explore.
“Do you play often?” she asked.
He trailed his fingers along her arm. “Only if I’m with the right person.”
A little shiver ran through her at his touch. “What do you like in a woman?”
“I like obedience.” He moved his fingers slowly up and down her arm. “So I don’t need a cattle prod to force compliance.”
Her eyes widened. “Do you have a cattle prod?” she asked, hoping he didn’t.
“No,” he said. “But I do have other items which produce the same effect.”
She was almost afraid to ask but did anyway. “Like what?”
He studied her. “I will show you in time.”
“Tell me what it is.” She needed to know. “Please.”
“Full of curiosity and interest, aren’t you.” He raised a brow. “All right. I’ll get one of the things out for you that I use.”
He walked around the couch, behind her, to the wardrobe. She found herself curious at exactly all he might have in the big cabinet. When he returned he was carrying what looked like a briefcase. He placed it on the coffee table before he sat next to her on the couch.
She glanced at him. “What’s in that?”
He flipped open the two catches and opened the case. Inside was a violet wand along with several attachments.
“Have you ever had a violet wand used on you?” He took out the wand with its round glass globe attachment. He ran the smooth globe down her arm and she jumped, expecting a shock, but he hadn’t turned it on.
“I’ve never seen one.” She watched the globe, not able to take her gaze from it. “I read a story where one was used. That was pretty intense and exciting.”
“You can decide for yourself just how intense and exciting it is.” He moved the globe to just above her elbow and turned on the wand.
She jumped and reflex had her jerking her arm away from the globe. “Ow.” It was like getting a good electrical shock from an exposed wire. “You didn’t even touch me with it.”
“The shock sensation is created when there’s an arc between the body and the wand,” he said. “If I actually touched you with the wand, you would feel more of a warm sensation than a shock.”
“The warm sensation sounds better,” she said.
“I think I’d have to tie you down to get the full benefit out of using this on you,” he said in a teasing tone. He brought the wand to her knee and slowly rolled it up to her thigh and she felt a pleasant warm sensation.
The thought of him tying her down gave her all kinds of possibilities to fantasize about.
Not to mention he was hot. His eyes held intelligence that she found exceptionally attractive, even beyond the strong line of his jaw and his muscular build.
“I loved your directness at the auction tonight and telling me what you are looking for, Kelley,” he said as he smoothed the wand up her arm, spreading the warm sensation. She watched the wand rather than looking at him. “Normally I wouldn’t jump right into this,” he said, “but you did, so I will.” She looked at him and saw the sexy curve of his smile. “What do you love most when it comes to bondage and domination?”
She was caught a little off guard, but she shouldn’t have been. “I love confinement.”
He studied her with interest. “What kind of confinement? How extreme?”
“Any kind.” She watched as he moved the wand so that he was rolling it down her calf then she returned her gaze to him. “I love the feeling of having my movements completely restricted.”
“What have you had done to you before?” He looked more and more intrigued as she spoke.
“Mostly rope bondage along with a hood. Spandex, leather or maybe even latex.” She felt herself growing excited just talking about it. “And one time I was in a sleeping bag and bound from the shoulders down and I was wearing a spandex hood and a blindfold. I like feeling as if I’m inside a cocoon. It’s indescribable.”
He set the violet wand on the coffee table. “What else do you like?”
It was amazing how open he made her feel. She felt a strong draw to him and a comfort level so great that she found it easy to tell him her darkest secrets. He didn’t need the wand to draw the answers from her because she wanted to tell him. Besides, she knew he wanted to hear them. No doubt he imagined doing to her all of what they talked about.
She tilted her head to the side. “Everyone likes different levels of pain. I want my limits tested. There’s something about being helpless, knowing someone has the power to do what he wants.” She paused. “It would be really exciting to have new experiences and to be taken to the edge. There is something about the rush from the mix of fear and trust.” She shook her head. “I really can’t believe I am telling you all of this. I don’t know what there is about you, but when you ask a question, I just want to tell you.”
“I like that you are so open,” he said. “Your interests match many of my own.”
“It’s fair to say that you are intoxicating,” she said and he laughed. “What do you want?” she asked, turning the tables on him.
“A woman I can take care of.” The way he looked at her as he spoke sent thrills through her. “Someone willing to take my direction and let me make the decisions. Someone who will trust me in whatever I say. But that kind of connection all takes time and trust.”
She smiled. He was looking for what she was. She wanted a man who would take care of her and he wanted a woman to take care of.
He stood and held out his hand and she grasped it and let him pull her to her feet. When she was up, he didn’t step back. He stayed close, within inches of her. Butterflies tumbled through her belly as she felt the warmth of his body heat and inhaled his masculine scent.
He moved his face close to hers and paused as if waiting for her to say no to a kiss. Instead, she reached up and brought her mouth t
o his. He gripped her upper arms and kissed her.
His lips were firm and he tasted of wine, and something about it sent her mind reeling. She wanted more than a sweet kiss and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body close to his. She shivered when she felt his erection and the knowledge that he was aroused caused an ache between her thighs.
Too soon he drew away. Her lips were moist and they tingled from his kiss.
She opened her eyes and looked into his. “That was amazing.”
He smiled. “I thought so, too.” His expression changed a little, like he was concerned. “I’m worried.”
“About what?” She tilted her head to the side.
“If we stay in here much longer I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” He looked serious. “I want things to be right between us now that I know your secrets.”
His words caused her to smile and made her more sure of him than ever. Maybe it was crazy, but she didn’t care.
She touched her finger to his chin. “Don’t be concerned, I’m not worried.” She reached up and murmured in his ear, “Nothing is going to happen that I don’t want to happen.”
He shook his head. “Not tonight.”
“Why not?” She looked at him with surprise.
He kissed her hard then pulled back and met her gaze. “I thought about playing, but you want it too badly.”
She frowned. “Why is that a problem?”
“I control what we do or don’t do, Kelley.” He cupped the side of her face in his hand. “You need to understand that the only control you have is the word ‘no’ or your safe word if you don’t want to do something. When it comes to anything else, I will decide what it is and what time is right.
“For now,” he said, “let’s get you home.”
“You’re taking me home?” She felt a little deflated. “Are you disappointed in me?”
“Not at all.” He squeezed her hand and started leading her toward the doorway. “This might be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”
Chapter 3
“Come by my home tomorrow night at seven.” The last words Nate had said to Kelley when he dropped her off at her door were clearly an order. “I have something in mind for you.”
All day she felt excited and couldn’t wait to see what he had planned. She should have had no problem getting to his home on time, after she had a chance to shower and change. Her shift at the hospital was supposed to end at five, but one of the doctors had insisted she assist him—even though he could have gotten any other nurse—and she arrived home forty-five minutes late.
Instead of being on time, she barely made it to Nate’s house at seven-thirty after taking a rushed shower and dressing in a hurry. She had picked out a short black dress with sexy lingerie with the possibility of an exciting night ahead. She hoped he wasn’t going to send her away again at the end of the evening, wanting and needing.
On the drive to his home, she thought about last night and how attracted she was to him. Somehow just being around him made her want to please him. There was something about him that called to her in a way she’d never felt before.
After parking in his huge driveway, she went up to the house and rang the doorbell.
When he opened the door, he brought her into the entryway then smiled and kissed her. She sighed into the kiss, enjoying the power and mastery of it.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured as he drew back. “Have you eaten?”
She nodded. “I had something a little while ago.”
“Would you like a drink?” he asked.
“Sure.” She could use something to settle her nerves a bit.
After he put her coat into the closet, he escorted her to his modern family room. He went to a wet bar in one corner and she paused in the middle of the room. An enormous television screen took up one side of the room and the furnishings were cherry wood, the leather couches and chairs overstuffed.
“Have a seat.” He bent down and she assumed he was looking in a small fridge. “What would you like to drink?”
She settled on the couch. “I’ll go with white wine if you have it.”
He picked out a chardonnay and poured them each a glass before he settled on the couch with her.
It wasn’t long before she relaxed and found herself laughing and talking. It wasn’t so much the wine as it was the company. She really enjoyed being around him.
“I promised you that I had a few ideas in store for you,” he said after they had been talking for a while. “Are you ready to see?”
He escorted her upstairs to his sitting room and brought her around to face him. He brought her into his arms and kissed her. His kiss was fierce and hungry and almost scared her with its intensity.
When he drew away, he took her hand and led her to an antique table along one wall and her belly flip-flopped. He had laid out things along the table that made her wonder what he had in mind. There was a blindfold, a ball gag, a spandex hood, wrist and ankle cuffs, a collar, a paddle, a flogger, a butt plug, and some kind of harness.
He turned back to her and took her in his arms. “You know what I want to do to you, don’t you?” he said in a low voice.
She nodded. “I think so.”
As he held her tight, he kissed her again, a kiss that melted her to her toes. He moved one of his hands down her back, along the zipper from her neck to the base of her spine and back again and her skin tingled wherever he touched her.
She found herself breathing harder and she felt a combination of excitement and fear. What was he going to do? Did he plan to use everything on the table on her?
He broke the kiss, raised his head, and looked into her eyes. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to take control.” The words just came out easily. “Total control. I want you to use me for your pleasure.”
“I usually take it slow but I can’t believe the energy you have,” he said. “You’re sure? Once I get started I’ll push you to your very limits.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes.”
Nate gave her a sensual smile as he pulled down the zipper to her little black dress. Heat rose inside of her as he moved his hands over her ass and clenched the dress’s hem. He drew the dress up over her hips then ran his hands over her silky panties.
“These feel so nice,” he murmured as he massaged her ass through her panties. “I want to see them.”
Her heart beat faster and she reached up to one shoulder of her dress and she started to slip her arm out of the sleeve. He helped her move the dress down over her black corset and slid it over body until it dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it. Now she wore only the corset, panties, thigh-high stockings, and her high heels.
“You are amazing.” He brushed his hands over the tops of her breasts that were pushed together by the corset and that gave her remarkable cleavage. He moved his mouth to hers as he pressed his body against her.
As they kissed, his fingers found the corset’s ties at the back and he loosened them. He raised his head and her heart thumped as he made the corset loose enough to pull over her head and set aside.
She almost couldn’t believe that she was doing this so soon after seeing him again. One day and here she was, almost naked. There was something about him. She wanted him and didn’t want to wait any longer. She had to have him take control.
“I love that you have them pierced.” He looked at her nipple rings, his gaze even hotter now. He pinched her nipples then lowered his head and licked her nipple and the ring.
She rested her hands on his shoulders, tilted her head back, and reveled in the feeling of him licking and sucking her nipples. The rings made them even more sensitive and she grew wetter between her thighs.
He smoothed his hand down her belly to the ring at her belly button and he tugged on it. “Love it.”
She gave a soft sound of pleasure. It felt like the ring was attached directly to her clit.
“Kick off your heels.
” He pinched her nipples and she hurried to obey and stepped out of her high heels, making her even shorter compared to his height.
“I’m going to leave these on.” He moved his hand away from her belly ring and stroked her stockings at her thighs.
He looked at her, clearly waiting for permission. She swallowed then nodded and he smiled and slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pushed them over her hips and down to the floor, too. He kissed her again as he tugged hard on her nipple rings.
Her eyes watered a little, but she loved the feel of him taking control.
He guided her to a couch and had her stand in front of it. The couch was a divan, with no back to it, only cushions on one end. “Stay right here,” he commanded.
She watched as he went just steps away to the table with all of the items he had shown her.
When he returned he was carrying the leather wrist and ankle cuffs along with the collar and a couple of locks, and he set them on the couch beside her.
Nervousness swirled through her belly as well as a thrill that she was doing something so incredibly naughty and kinky with him already. It was like she couldn’t stop herself. The excitement was intoxicating.
His fingertips brushed her skin as he moved her hair out of the way then fastened the collar around her neck. It was a wide collar with numerous rings on it. He lowered his head and moved his lips along her chin to her mouth and kissed her. He tasted so good, felt so good, and she loved his scent. Warm, masculine.
She wanted him to remove his clothing, but at the same time there was something erotic about being naked while her Dom was dressed. Still she hoped he would take off his clothes at some point. With his shirt on he was hot. She could only imagine what he would look like with nothing on.
He drew away and took one of her wrists in his hand, brought it to his mouth, and pressed his lips against her skin, causing her to shiver. He took a cuff and buckled it onto her wrist, making sure it was snug. There would be no slipping out of that cuff. He grasped her other hand and brushed his lips over her knuckles before fastening a cuff firmly around that wrist.
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