The Seller (Trading Hearts Book 2)

by Saskia Walker

  "Still hungry?" Lucas asked.

  She laughed softly. "Not so much."

  "Maybe we should have something delivered to my suite. Later."

  "You think of everything."

  They were about to leave when she realized where she'd seen the silversmith before. It was at a small business enterprise meeting held by the city council, about eight months before. What if she saw him again? Would she be embarrassed about the bondage connection? No, she decided.

  In fact she felt no shame about her current sexual exploits.

  Discovering deep intimacy with Lucas as her master made it so.

  Chapter Six

  Lucas put the bags down on the floor and tossed the card key on a nearby table. Naomi followed him into his suite, her head light and heartbeat swift.

  Desire was palpable in the air around them.

  He watched her every move, like a bird of prey waiting to pounce. It made her wonder if he'd been holding something back until this moment – until she'd agreed to full bondage. Her legs went weak under her as she considered what it meant. She paused inside the doorway. "Lucas, I'm nervous."

  "Don't be." He looked at her appreciatively, eyes shining.

  It made her core tighten with anticipation.

  "You're safe with me. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

  Naomi swallowed then nodded.

  He cupped her breasts through her clothing. Even through the delicate fabric of her top, his touch was electrifying. Naomi's legs trembled, her body hot with anticipation while he toyed with her. He squeezed her breasts, looking deep into her eyes while he did so. Naomi leaned toward him, her lips parting with the need to have his mouth covering hers while he touched her.

  He put one finger under her chin, looking deep into her eyes. In that one touch, he conveyed his authority.

  It made her wet.

  "You're going to have to get used to me looking at you if there's going to be bondage involved." He moved closer still, so close she could feel his breath on her face, and he ran the back of his knuckles down the front of her throat, stroking her skin as if he were admiring her. "You're going to look so good."

  She shifted from one foot to the other, the touch of his hand making her nerve endings go crazy. A muted gasp escaped her lips, and he caught her stare, holding it. They were on a precipice, she could feel it.

  He moved one hand beneath her hair and pulled her in against him, kissing her hungrily. Her bag thudded to the floor. Her hands locked around his neck as she returned his kiss. He hitched up her skirt, grasping her bottom in his hands, and lifted her from her feet, pressing her back against the wall as he held her easily.

  Her head moved up against the wall and she pivoted against him, circling her hips, making contact with the bulky erection inside his pants.

  "I want you so much," she murmured against the hard column of his neck. She felt delirious as she said it, nervous butterflies fluttering in the pit of her belly.

  Lucas smiled, and lifted her into his arms.

  She clung to him gratefully as he carried her into the bedroom. He left her standing in the centre of the room then went back for the shopping bags. Before he returned, music filled the suite, and she realized he must have put the stereo on. It was an up-tempo electro body rhythm, and the sound insinuated itself quickly into her veins, making her pulse beat swiftly in time.

  On his return, Lucas continued to take charge. He stripped her top and skirt off and undid her bra, dropped it to the floor. Then he went for the bags. Capturing her wrists in one hand, he opened The Willing Slave forearm cuffs. She held out her wrists, face up. The velvet lining was cool but warmed quickly against her skin, the metal surface catching the overhead lights, gleaming brightly. Lucas clicked the cool metal into place, making his claim on her. Then he stepped away, creating distance between them.

  She swayed unsteadily, uncertain, light headed with arousal. He'd left her wearing only her lace panties, stockings and high heels.

  He leaned back against the far wall, his pose nonchalant, even though the tension he was carrying was evident. "Show me how much you want to be the willing slave."

  For one moment she teetered on the edge. How would she show him? Acting on instinct she dropped to her hands and knees.

  Lifting her chin, she looked up at him.

  Pleasure shone in his eyes. They were around eight feet apart, and he towered over her. In this position, with her breasts dangling and her bottom lifted, she felt vulnerable and exposed, but from the expression on his face she knew that's what he wanted to see.

  Relieved she'd done the right thing, she tossed her hair back.

  "Ah yes, that's beautiful."

  Blushing, she lowered her eyelids. The carpet was plush and luxurious under her hands and knees.

  Fro the longest time he just looked, and then she sensed him move. He walked around her studying her from all angles.

  She heard the rustle of the shopping bags again. He stepped close and dropped to his haunches beside her. He had a small belt-like object in his hand, a collar with a D ring.

  "Lift your head."

  She did as asked.

  His hands moved a round her neck and he secured the collar in place, then tugged gently on the D ring. "You make the most exquisite pet."

  His pet. Is that how he wanted to see her? Somehow the comment made her even more desperate for him. Between her thighs, she throbbed with need. Her core clenched, aching to be filled—preferably while her bottom burned from the punishing slap of his palm as he worked her to climax. She tossed back her hair, forcing herself to breathe. "Do I?"

  He dropped to one knee and stroked her back.

  Naomi moaned and flexed under his hand.

  He stroked the soft skin of her dangling breast and reached for her nipple.

  When she swayed and glanced back at him, she realized he had a small item in his hand.

  "Have you ever worn nipple clamps?"

  She shook her head.

  "I believe you'll enjoy them. If not, just say."

  She nodded, anticipating the new experience, her mouth and her pussy dampening all the while.

  He reached in, secured the clamp around her nipple, and closed it.

  Heat rushed over her entire skin form the sting on her nipple, peaking in the sensitive flesh of her core. "Oh god."

  "Another?"

  She panted for breath, enjoying the heady rush of endorphins that accompanied the pain. Nodding quickly, she shifted to give him access.

  He stroked her loose hair, pushing it to one side across her shoulder blades, then secured the second nipple clamp.

  The ringing dart of pleasure/pain threatened to make her pass out. Then it became manageable. Nevertheless it kept her on the edge of crying out, sexual need swamping her.

  He moved behind her, grabbed at her panties and pulled them down to her kneed, baring her bottom. A moment later he'd tugged them right off — ripping them in the process — then she felt cool metal around her ankles, and he nudged her legs further apart. The entirety of her nether region was on display, open and vulnerable.

  Glancing back, she saw the metal bar he'd spread her with.

  He rose to his feet and stepped away again.

  Quickly undoing his shirt buttons, he cast it aside, then he lounged back in the chair, and simply looked at her.

  With a side-eye glance, she noticed how regal he looked, even though he was stripped to the waist and barefoot, his fitted trousers almost incongruous – a reminder of the smart businessman who currently appeared more wolf-like than sophisticated. His firm, sensuous mouth made her ache for him. His chiseled cheekbones and hard jaw line seemed to be a visual symbol of the inner strength that called to her. It wasn't just that he was attractive and powerful looking. He had that elusive quality of a man in control. Ultimate control — how could she not admire that?

  Sexual anxiety had her strung out with need. The pumping music added its own sense of urgency to the moment. She
shifted restlessly and found she could scarcely move. The spreader bar had not only opened her to his eyes, it had anchored her to the spot. In moments, he'd revealed just how easily he could take charge and introduce her to new, exciting and arousing experiences. Now he made her wait until her anticipation built even more. Lucas had made her beg for it before —which turned her on immensely, much to her initial surprise— is that what he wanted now?

  Doubts rose quickly to the surface if she had to think too deeply about what she was doing, about what she was giving away about herself when she submitted to him sexually.

  "Your hair," he whispered, distracting her, "it's like a fiery curtain. So red and rich, I adore it. It turns me on." His gaze covered her. "You make the most beautiful pet."

  There was that word again.

  She braced herself. "Is that what you want, a pet?"

  "Only if it's you."

  A trickle of relief ran through her. It didn't stem the urgent need that held her in thrall.

  "Do you mind me thinking of you in those terms?"

  Erotic suggestion hung in the atmosphere between them.

  She struggled to deliver her response. "It's…strange. Intimate, I suppose. Personal, somehow."

  "I mean to be personal with you, on every level." There was no hesitation in his come back.

  Up close and personal. Again she swayed. His provocative stare had her entire skin prickling. One corner of his mouth lifted. He watched her every movement, as if each and every thing she did was important to him. It made her intensely self-aware.

  "Please, Lucas. You've got me in a state," she tripped on her words, her rising objection making her speak before thinking. "I can't think straight because I want you so much."

  When he lifted an eyebrow knowingly, she looked at the floor.

  "I want you too," he replied, "but the better I know you, the better this will be."

  "It's already too good," she blurted, then bit her lip, realizing what she'd said. She wanted it all, but she was afraid of getting too deep, afraid she would submit to him and lose herself totally.

  He rose to his feet.

  She noticed the bulky erection inside his business suit pants. Nervous butterflies gathered in her stomach.

  He closed on her. It was then she noticed the steel dildo in his hand. It was large, and heavy, and absurdly phallic. Arousal pulled heavily inside her, heating her body through, making her skin sizzle and her fingertips twitch.

  "Look at me."

  She lifted her chin, looking up.

  He held her gaze, not allowing her to look away. He reached down, looped on finger in the D ring at her throat and lifted her head higher still.

  Tension filled the air, clinging around them like static.

  He offered her the dildo. "Lick it for me. I want to see you do it."

  Naomi whimpered. It called to mind the hot, oral session they'd had at his temporary desk earlier in the week, when she'd sucked him off while he watched.

  Starting at the base of the dildo, she licked it, slowly, looking up at him the way he liked – gazing into his eyes. She saw her own desire reflected there. In him it was blatant, raw, and incredibly powerful.

  He turned the dildo, allowing her to lick it from all angles. "Do you think you can take it?"

  Her heart hammered in her chest. "You want to fuck me with that?"

  "Initially, yes." Humor twinkled in his eyes.

  She glanced deliberately at his bulky erection, letting him know what she really wanted.

  His mouth moved in a silent curse. In a flash he was behind her, his fingers in her opening, stroking her wet folds.

  She cried out, her fingernails scraping at the carpet beneath her.

  Cool, slick metal moved over her full, sensitive clit.

  "Lucas, please!"

  He directed the dildo to her entrance and pushed.

  It felt huge and hard, cold and mechanical, but she was so slippery wet, her body sucked the hard intrusion in. The dildo stretched her acutely and she wriggled and arched, sweat gathering on her skin. Lucas eased it in another inch, then another. Her core rang out with sensation.

  He began to glide it in and out with one hand, and the other arrested her left buttock. Manipulating it, he squeezed the flesh tight.

  "Oh god!" she bit her lip, wondered if she would faint or fall.

  He thrust the steel phallus more swiftly, and then delivered a quick, hard slap to her buttock.

  "Lucas!" She was close to coming.

  He moved his hand, reached under her to nudge her clit.

  Her sex was full and her clit the same – it took two strokes of his clever fingers and she was spilling. The walls of her sex contracted, she held her breath then panted. Her clit thrummed with release.

  Lucas pushed the dildo deeper still. Air sucked into her lungs. It was a reminder he wasn't done yet. Her legs shuddered under her. Fluid ran down the inside of her thighs.

  Then his soothing hand rested on the base of her spine and the dildo slipped free. Tossing her head, she looked back over her shoulder.

  Lucas had unzipped his fly and was sheathing his cock in rubber.

  Before he entered her, he picked up the abandoned dildo again.

  Naomi faced front, trembling with uncertainty, wanting it all, whatever he chose to give her.

  He entered her, his cock filling her hot, slippery channel.

  Relief threatened to cave her in. "Oh yes, yes!"

  He slammed into her, making her buck.

  She rode and received, pushing back to meet him, her entire body awash with ecstasy.

  He moved the slick dildo against her anus, teasing her there. "You like that?" he asked, his voice gruff.

  When she moaned and gave her answer, his cock twitched inside her. "I think so, maybe. I'll…try…."

  The dildo was still slick with her juices and he eased it in slowly, maintaining a shallow cock thrust as he did so.

  Naomi had to blink back the sudden fear it would be too much.

  Her anus was being opened slowly, carefully and filled. It was humiliating and empowering all at once.

  Wild ribbons of pleasure shot up her spine.

  She let out a muted scream. The pulse in her core thumped, her body closing in on another rolling orgasm.

  "Okay, my beauty," he whispered, and stroked her spine, "you've found your rhythm and you're going to make us both come very soon."

  Lucas held the dildo in place, letting her work herself back and forth.

  Sweating with the effort, tears fell down her face. It was bordering on collapse, but she couldn't stop, physically she was locked into the pursuit of bliss, and they edged nearer it with every move.

  His cock jerked inside her. "I'm going to come." He huffed a low laugh. "Your sweet cunt is milking me far too well, my willing pet."

  His words set her loose. Naomi rammed back, the walls of her sex squeezing hard around his cock while another shuddering orgasm took her.

  As his cock pumped hard in release Naomi stared down at her forearms, encased as they were in The Willing Slave cuffs. It was incredibly symbolic.

  She was his.

  She'd let him come to her, to stay and show her more of her secret sexual self.

  And right then she didn't regret it for a minute.

  Lucas wanted her, and she was joyful in her captivity/release.

  Chapter Seven

  Lucas didn't want her to leave that night. He needed to be close and observe her. They agreed to eat in his suite. He had the waiter deliver the trolley to the bedroom while Naomi was in the shower.

  "Oh my, this looks delicious," she said as she strolled back in, wrapped in a towel and rubbing her wet hair with a second towel.

  "Hungry?" He'd ordered finger food – antipasto, seafood tempura, stuffed roast peppers, olives, fresh baked bread sticks and dips. A bottle of chilled Frascati and elegant glassware stood on the trolley ready for them.

  Naomi nodded, dropped the towels, and climbed into the bed.


  Lucas grinned. It was just what he had in mind.

  They grazed and chatted into the early hours.

  Inevitably the subject turned to BDSM.

  "I knew that guy, the silversmith."

  "Really? It didn't compromise you in any way did it?"

  "No." She smiled. "I think I remember him from a small business conference a few months back."

  "Ah, I see."

  "At first I thought what if I see him at another business meeting he'll know what I'm into." She chuckled.

  "Did it bother you?"

  "No, in fact it gave me a bit of a thrill, the secret angle." Her face flushed and mischief sparkled in her eyes. "Besides, I'm sure he'd be discreet. He has to be, I'm sure."

  "Absolutely."

  "What about you, do any of your business colleagues know about your …um…specialist interests?"

  Lucas couldn't help but be amused. "Specialist interests, huh? I don't make a big thing of it, but neither do I hide it. It wouldn't bother me if it was public knowledge. Some colleagues know, mostly from being out there in the BDSM club scene. If you meet people under those circumstances it's hardly cause for mutual blackmail."

  "Club scene..?" Curiosity filled her expression.

  "There are a couple of places I go to, in London."

  She studied him for a little while, as if imagining it, then took a sip of her wine. "What do you like about going there?"

  "The freedom to express, I guess. To wear your fetish freely."

  Her eyes widened. "I'm fascinated."

  "I'm glad you want to explore."

  "With you," she quickly clarified.

  He lifted his brows, urging her to say more.

  "I feel safe with you."

  "That pleases me. I want you to feel you can let go, enjoy, and yet be safe."

  "You're in charge." Her mouth curved, her glance teasing. "That's your role, being boss."

  Lucas shrugged one shoulder. "Born to it, clearly."

  The mood was light, and that felt good, but he took the opportunity to say a bit more on the matter. "I enjoy the responsibility, obviously I do. There's a concern that haunts me though. Fear of going too far, fear of hurting you."