Love Ever After: Eleven All-New Romances!

by Nina Lane

  “You can make amendments later, if need be,” he said, appealing to the attorney in her.

  “I won’t be.”

  He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and leaned back. Even though he wanted to know what had happened to make her fear being blindfolded, now wasn’t the time to press for reasons. That would take trust, and building trust would take time. “That’s enough for tonight. Let’s eat.”

  The relief in her eyes almost killed him. He pointed to his wine rack. “Why don’t you pick out a bottle of wine while I take care of the steaks.

  Her mood changed quickly, and her eyes flared as they met his. “Are you trying to get me tipsy?”

  “Never,” he said. “When I touch your body, I want you fully aware of what’s happening and that it’s me doing it.”

  Her eyes glazed over with lust, and to keep from dragging her across the counter and taking her on the cold, hard granite, he went outside to check on the steaks. A few minutes later, he came back inside to find her sipping a glass of red wine. He picked up the bottle and read the label. “Good choice.”

  He placed their steaks on plates, then divvied up the salad. While he would have preferred to skip dinner altogether, she needed to eat, especially with what he had planned for tonight.

  “Your brothers,” she began, picking up her fork. “Are they… Do they…?

  “Yes,” he said. “We’re all into the lifestyle. Two are Doms, one is a sub.”

  Her head came back with a start. “I guess I never really thought of a man as a sub.”

  “Don’t get me wrong, he’s alpha in every way, but he likes to be taken to his knees in the dungeon.”

  She put a piece of steak in her mouth and chewed quietly. Was she visualizing herself on her knees, in front of him? He sure as hell hoped so, because that’s where his thoughts had instantly traveled.

  She reached for her wine and took a sip, then her eyes widened as though she’d had an epiphany. “Maybe he’d be the one for Melanie.”

  He cleared his throat. Truthfully, he seemed more suited for Sophie. Instinct told him she was a woman who’d like to take charge. “Rebecca?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t want to talk about my brothers, or your friends.”

  She blinked. “Oh, okay. What do you want to talk about?”

  “I don’t want to talk. In fact, I want you to finish your meal so I can tie you to my bed.” Christ, he knew she needed to eat, but he ached to have her at his mercy.

  Eyes full of want shot to his as an erotic little whimper bubbled in the depths of her throat. He forced a piece of steak into his mouth and chewed while he nodded to her plate, a suggestion she do the same.

  She dug into her salad, and sexual energy arced between them as they ate. Christ, they were creating enough electricity to light up a city block. When over half her meal was gone, he pushed his plate away and stood. He walked to his bar, poured them each an after-dinner brandy and handed one to her, wanting to taste the sweetness of it on her lips when he kissed her.

  She took a small sip and he leaned in to lick a drop from her lower lip. She moaned, and he reached for her hand.

  “Come with me.” Heat hummed between them as they walked to his room. He pushed the door open and stepped back, waiting for her to enter. She stepped into the room and looked around. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said, taking a sip of his drink before he put it on the nightstand.

  She walked over to his dresser and ran her fingers along the mahogany. She turned toward the bed. Color bloomed on her cheeks as she touched the bedposts, ones he’d soon have her tied to.

  “Your furniture is beautiful.”

  His eyes moved over her. “I enjoy being surrounded by beautiful things.”

  “Did you pick it out?”

  “I did.”

  She ran one hand up one of the thick posts and back down again. Quinn swallowed a groan. For a moment he thought it was an innocent action, that she had no idea she was mimicking a hand job, but when he caught the slight grin pulling at her mouth, he shook his head. Such a bad girl.

  “That’s enough.” He stepped up to her to remove her drink. He placed it on the table beside his, then turned back to her.

  Her eyes widened with innocence. “What?”

  “You know what. And if you keep that up, you’ll find yourself over my knees.”

  “Sorry, sir,” she said.

  Sir. Such a small word, one his former subs had spoken more times than he cared to count. He always experienced a measure of satisfaction in hearing it the first time, but the breathy sound of it on Rebecca’s lips stroked his ears as well as his cock. Then she dropped to her knees before him, legs parted, hands on her thighs, her head bent in submission. Something stirred in his chest. Pride? Yes, there was always that moment, that rush of sexual energy at achieving dominance, but this…this was different, an alien sensation he’d never achieved with a submissive before.

  And it scared the hell out of him.

  A surge of possession hit hard. “Who taught you to do this?” The thought of her kneeling before another man didn’t set well with him. He pulled the clip from her hair, letting it fall down her back. He grabbed a handful, wrapped it around his hand three times, and tugged until their eyes met.

  “Research,” she said. “Am I doing it right?”

  His heart nearly stopped. She’d done research…to please him. He should be careful, because he liked that too much. “It’s perfect,” he assured her. Jesus, she was perfect. He swallowed and composed himself. It was getting personal, something he couldn’t afford to let happen.

  She smiled and he couldn’t help but think she might be ready sooner than he’d expected.

  “I want to please you.”

  “You are. You do.” She was a natural, not programmed in her responses like those he usually played with, and it did something to him, something that made him feel peculiar inside. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, enjoying the flavor of brandy on her tongue as it swept out and met his. He went deeper, until he tasted only Rebecca, the girl who was getting to him in a way no other ever had.

  He let go of her hair and her head fell forward, her mouth inches from his cock. Her tongue slid across her bottom lip and it took all his strength not to shove down his pants, pull out his cock and fuck her mouth six ways to Sunday.

  “I want to feel this lovely mouth suck me off,” he said, his voice deceptively level as his cock pushed against his zipper, draining the blood from his brain and damn near rendering him senseless. “Would you like that?”

  She nodded.

  “Use your words, Rebecca. I won’t say it again.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Fuck.

  He flicked the button at his waistband open and pulled his zipper down. As he shoved his pants past his thighs, his cock sprang free and smacked Rebecca on the mouth.

  Her head jerked back, and her eyes opened wide. “Sorry, kitten.” He gave her an unapologetic grin. “But this is what you do to me.”

  Her grin told him how much that pleased her. She licked her lips, her eyes focused on his, and since this was her first time on her knees before him, he decided to cut her some slack. After all, she was trying very hard to please him and get in the right headspace for her training.

  “Eyes lower,” he reminded her. She looked down, and he said. “Open your mouth.” She did as she was told and he brushed her hair behind her ears so he could watch as he fed her his cock. She went to reach for him, but he stopped her. “Hands stay on your knees.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  She put her hands back and he gripped the base of his cock. “A little wider, kitten.” She opened her mouth until it formed a pretty little O, and he stepped closer, serving her his crown. Her tongue snaked out to lick a drop of pre-come, and the second he felt her wet heat, he fisted her hair and stifled a groan. She moved her head, trying to take more of him in, and he tugged on her hair to control her movements.

  She mad
e an impatient, whimpering sound, but it was replaced by a moan when he gave her another inch. Closing her mouth around him, she sucked hard, drawing him in deeper. Dammit, she was not the one in charge here, and if she didn’t stop trying to take control, he was definitely going to put her over his knee.

  Testing her, he pushed in deeper, until his head hit the back of her throat. She made a slight choking noise and he pulled back. “Very good,” he said, growing even harder at how deep she could take him. She sat up a bit straighter under his praise. She liked the encouragement. He’d remember that.

  “Keep still.” He began to power his hips forward, taking full control as he fucked her mouth. He fisted her hair tighter, preventing her from swaying with him, and when her breathing changed, he could tell how much she liked it. “Such a good little sub.”

  Her tongue raced over him, and pressure began brewing, but he had no intention of releasing in her mouth. No, he needed her tied and writhing on the bed beneath him. He pumped a few more times, his balls drawing tight to his body as his cock throbbed. There was something undeniably sexy in the way she took him into her mouth, something that turned him from a cultured man to a primal animal. His lids drifted down as he savored the sweetness of her mouth, letting the fire raging inside overtake him.

  He began to sweat. Sweating, for Christ’s sake. He shook his head to get it back on straight. Losing himself like this—from a simple blowjob—was completely out of character for him. Then again, he was beginning to believe there was nothing simple between them.

  “Enough,” he bit out.

  He drew his cock out and lifted her to her feet. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and when he saw the wet circle around her lips, he almost shot off then and there. He backed her up until her knees hit the bed, then reached behind her to lower her zipper. The sound cut through the quiet as he held her gaze.

  Her dress fell and she stood before him in nothing but a lace bra and her heels. Christ, the woman had a body that made a man want to corrupt her.

  “Undress.” She went to kick off the heels, but he stopped her. “The shoes stay.” She nodded and slipped a hand around her back to free her bra. Her nipples hardened beneath his gaze, and it pleased him that he could arouse her from a look alone. He brushed the backs of his knuckles over her cheek, then ran his thumbs over her nipples. Her gaze fell away.

  “Look at me when I touch you.”

  She focused on his face, and the need—for him—swimming in those big pools of blue had possession racing through him. “I have a gift for you,” he said.

  Her eyes widened in surprise. “You do?”

  He reached into his nightstand, grabbed a box and handed it to her.

  She removed the lid and pulled out two silk scarfs. A smile, sweet and genuine, curved her lips. She rubbed the soft fabric against her cheeks and all he could think about was how she’d look with them wrapped around her wrists, confining her to his bed.

  “I picked them up when I was away.”

  “You were thinking of me,” she said quietly.

  “Of course I was. I thought you might like them.”

  “I do. They’re beautiful.” She looked up at him. “No guy has ever given me a gift, just for the sake of giving.”

  “Then maybe you’ve been with the wrong guys.”

  He fingered the soft silk, rubbing it between his thumb and index fingers. “I know we haven’t gone over your limits yet, but if you agree, I’d like to tie you to my bed with these.”

  She glanced at the bedposts and wrapped the silk scarf around her fingers. “Do you…”

  “Do I what?”

  “Do you always tie your subs to your bed?”

  Asking about what he did with other subs went against proper etiquette, but she was new to the lifestyle and it reminded him that with her, breaking rules was getting to be a habit.

  Instead of answering, because he wasn’t sure he was ready to admit that, to her or to himself, he looked at the scarves in her hand and said, “Yes or no.”

  Her long throat made a noise as she swallowed, the heat in her eyes telling him so much about her as she held the silk out to him.

  He looked at the scarves, and then back at her. “I take that as a yes. But I need to hear you say it.”

  “Yes.” She gathered the silk into his hands.

  “What is your safe word?” he asked.

  “Freedom.”

  He’d given her that word when he’d taken her to his summer villa and saw no need to change it now. “Say it again.”

  “Freedom.”

  “Don’t ever hesitate to use it.”

  “I won’t.” She brushed the silk over her face. “So this was your plan all along. To give me this sexy gift after you lured me back to your place.”

  “Lured?”

  She laughed. “You had every intention of tying me up and having your way with me.”

  He nudged her backward until she fell onto the bed. “Of course I did.”

  She propped herself up on her elbow, her beautiful body beckoning his mouth. “What would you have done if I hadn’t agreed to come?”

  He kneeled on the bed and slipped his hands under her waist to position her in the middle of the bed. “Then you would have left me with no choice.”

  “No choice?”

  He slid off the bed, lifted her right arm and tied it to the post, testing the space with two fingers. Sometimes silk tightened and he needed to keep a close eye on her circulation. “That’s right.” He crossed the foot of the bed to reach her other side. She placed her arm over her head and he wrapped the silk around it. He grinned at her, his thoughts going back to when he’d whisked her away to his summer villa instead of flying her to the sex resort. “No choice but to kidnap you again.”

  Chapter Three

  Her entire body quivered as she recalled the last time he’d pseudo-kidnapped her, and the way he’d nurtured her budding needs into full blossom.

  The soft silk scarves brushed over her flesh and she could feel the strength and power in his touch as he secured her to the thick mahogany posts. While she should be afraid, after all, she’d never let a man restrain her before, this was Quinn, and she had nothing to fear from him.

  After tying her to the bed, he stood back, hands on his hips, admiring his handy work, an air of command about him. A new intensity lit his eyes, one that filled her with equal amounts of anticipation and unease. What did he see when he looked at her? A naked woman sprawled wide and restrained, his to do with as he pleased? She gave a little tug on the scarves, suddenly not a hundred percent sure about this anymore. Like Quinn had said, sometimes limits could change after watching a scene being played out. Except she wasn’t watching, she was smack dab in the middle of it.

  His dark, passion-imbued gaze moved over her body as he rid himself of his clothes. Her breath grew shallow as she took in his nakedness, the hardness of his cock as it strained to reach her. He was so beautiful, toned, tight and athletic. With unhurried movements, he moved between her legs. He slid a hand between her thighs to widen them more, and she moved beneath him, struggling against the binding.

  “Stop moving or I’ll restrain your legs as well.”

  She stilled instantly, responding to the command in his tone, and looked into his eyes for reassurance. Her heart stuttered, because behind the heat and lust, she spotted something else, something that spoke of a deeper need—for her. God, the way he looked at her, like no other woman in the world existed, warmed her blood.

  Looking wild and untamed, he lightly tapped her pussy, and as she got her head into the game, she knew his touch was meant to arouse, not harm. Relaxing into his play, she stilled and waited to see what he’d do next.

  He didn’t disappoint.

  At the foot of the bed, he widened her legs even farther, opening her up to him. Her entire body tightened in anticipation, waiting for his tongue to touch the place that needed him most. He pulled his hand back, leaving cold where there once was heat.

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bsp; “Please…” she said, unable to stop herself. “Touch me.”

  He stroked her legs, his grin carnal, almost sinful when he stretched her lips with his fingers.

  “Yessss,” she hissed.

  She resisted the urge to writhe, knowing any sort of movement would only slow him down, but there was nothing she could do to bite back the moan rising in her throat.

  “Shh,” he ordered. “No more talking.”

  Even though she wanted to scream, to ask him to just take her, she lay perfectly still. Like a marionette at its master’s mercy, she waited for him to pull her strings. Despite his orders to remain motionless, there was no denying that following his instructions came with its own pleasures. He took his time, lightly touching her, stroking and caressing her pussy, everywhere and anywhere but her clit. God it ached to be suckled by his mouth, nibbled on with his teeth.

  “It was wrong of me to leave you in such a state all week.”

  Her throat tightened, the torment on his face telling her it had pained him just as much as it had her. She pulled on her bindings, wanting to palm his muscles, but her thought disintegrated when he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over her clit.

  Yesss….

  “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” She opened her mouth and then closed it again, remembering the rules and wondering if he was testing her. A slow smile tugged at his mouth. “You may speak.”

  “Yes,” she murmured.

  His hand trailed up her stomach to stimulate her sensitized nipples. Her pussy throbbed, desperate for something to clench around. Heat flashed between them and danced along her nerve endings, an ache unlike anything she’d ever experienced growing between her legs.

  He snatched his glass of brandy off the nightstand and took a mouthful before positioning it between her breasts. He tilted the glass and the cool liquid splashed against her skin. She gasped as it pooled in the hollow of her breastbone and slowly dripped toward her pelvis.

  It tickled her flesh, and her breath grew shallow. Quinn watched the stream, his eyes glued to it as his nostrils flared.

  “Quinn…” she pleaded.

  “Hush now.” His voice was soft, but the muscles rippled along his strong jaw like he was clenching. He was all strength and power, like an animal pulling at its tether. A delicious shiver moved through her. She looked at his sensuous mouth, and the heat smoldering in his black eyes. His gaze settled back on the line of brandy between her legs. He sucked in a breath and held it as he wet his bottom lip and leaned forward to drink it from her body.