by Lexi Blake
She simply didn’t trust his whole future with her. She would be the one to ruin it. But they could maybe have the now. It might not work. It might be like a lot of other things—transient. It could look perfect from a distance but fall apart as they got close.
Was she actually hoping for that to happen? So she never had to tell him why she wouldn’t give their relationship a real try?
“I can do that,” he said, his head dipping down. “Give me permission to kiss you, to have you. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about wrapping myself up in you, surrounding myself. I want you to hold me so tight I forget where you end and I begin.”
Her body seemed to soften with every word that came from his mouth. He was close to her, so close that her nipples brushed against the hard planes of his chest. They’d tightened right up, prepping for him to twist and tease them, to suck and play with them. His fingers dragged over her neck and across her shoulders, down his arms, but his lips hovered above hers. “I want you to take me, to break me in the absolute best of ways. I want to shatter and have you hold me together.”
She would find a way to hold herself apart later.
This weekend, she intended to be all in. It wasn’t right or fair to him. She knew she should tell him what was going on, but she couldn’t find the words. If he asked her, she wouldn’t do it. She would take the chance and it could cost her everything.
Maybe she could take the chance. Maybe it would be worth it.
“Stay with me,” he whispered, his hands tugging on her hair. “Unless you want to stop and talk. I’m willing. My dick is aching and I want nothing more than to lay you out on that bed and spend the rest of the night making you scream out in pleasure, but you are more important to me. You, Sarah. Not the sub. Not the concubine. You.”
Sweet words that made her ache inside. Yes, this was why he was so dangerous. “I want to forget everything but you tonight. Everything.”
She could see his hesitation. He wanted to force her to talk, and maybe someday she would, but not tonight.
He tugged her hair until her head fell back, granting him access to her neck. She shivered with pure desire. His hands skimmed over her hips and caught in the waist of the skirt she wore, dragging them down. He moved with his hands, lips kissing their way down her body. Even on his knees, he could easily kiss her breasts. He caught a nipple between his lips, giving her the barest edge of his teeth. It made her whole body tense. It didn’t matter which way he went. If he bit her, she would shriek and moan and love the ache. If he went the sweet route, she would melt. It was all amazing sensation and she welcomed it.
His eyes were on her, looking up as he made his decision. He slowly licked her nipple as he eased the pants off and left her standing naked in front of him.
He licked her other nipple, cupping them both in his big hands. He seemed fascinated with her breasts, and she let him indulge. She intended to give him anything he wanted sexually. For the first time in forever, she intended to fully sink into her submissive role. While they were in the club, nothing else mattered. There was no future and no past. There was only the here and now, and she wouldn’t let anything intrude. They could exist here.
He moved suddenly, getting to his feet as though he couldn’t stand another second on his knees. As though the anticipation was almost too much. He leaned over and hauled her up into his arms. He crossed the space between them and the big bed that she happened to know had some interesting functions.
“Are you going to tie me up?” She’d dreamed of this, of being under his tender mercy.
“I think I should. Then you can’t run from me. And what I’m about to do to you, well, I should make sure you keep the squirming to a minimum.” He grinned down at her as he laid her out on the bed then proved he’d been fully instructed on the features the privacy rooms offered. He reached up and behind the mattress, dragging out the restraints attached to the headboard.
It was a matter of moments and she was fully tied down, her arms and legs forming an X that gave Jared full access to her body while managing to make her comfortable. Everything at Sanctum had cushy settings, allowing for whatever play the top and bottom required. He’d tied her so she couldn’t get away, but it wasn’t nasty tight.
They could get to nasty tight later. She kind of liked it all.
“Close your eyes.”
She did as he asked. “What are you planning?”
He could do anything to her. That was part of the fun—anticipation. Of pleasure. Of pain. She wouldn’t know until he told her.
“You’ll find out in a second, but first I’m going to look my fill. You’re gorgeous like this.”
She felt gorgeous when she was spread out and trussed up. It was a peculiar quirk of hers. If it was being done in a nonconsensual way she would fight like hell, but in a loving way, it reminded her that he was in this for more than an orgasm. D/s sex was thoughtful, planned out. She would bet Jared had been thinking about this for months.
She knew she had.
She kept her eyes closed but she sighed as she felt a hand on her body. It started at her throat, caressing her briefly before moving down. This time the hand didn’t reach for her breasts. He merely ran down the line of her torso slowly, as though claiming the skin like territory. She sucked in a hard breath when he laid his hand flat on her belly, right above her pussy.
And then it was gone and she had to grit her teeth.
“All in good time, baby. Keep those eyes closed. I want you to think about what I’m going to do. Will it be a nice flogger on your skin? Or will I use a cane? I think I saw a vampire glove. That might be fun.”
What was he going to do to her? She kept her eyes closed, her mind filled with the possibilities. It kept her on the edge, not knowing what he would do.
And it took her mind off everything except him.
It was the sound that let her know what he’d found, the crack and fizz of a violet wand being turned on and then the clean smell of ozone.
She shrieked as she felt the sizzle along her leg. She couldn’t move, couldn’t get away. She was forced to take it. Her skin came to life. Everywhere he touched her the skin seemed to jump and squirm and play. The wand could hurt, but he was making bubbles over her flesh, a frothy feeling like she was a bottle of champagne begging to be uncorked.
“I like this,” Jared said, his voice low. “I think I could get addicted to spending my nights doing nothing more than torturing my sweet sub.”
The wand crackled and she felt the flare as it hovered over her skin and she couldn’t keep her eyes closed. She looked at him. There was the most satisfied look on his face, like he was right where he wanted to be. Lightning flashed through her system before he began to ease the wand down her leg. She squirmed against the ropes that bound her, tugging them tight as he explored her body. He ran the wand down to her toes, tickling her and making her beg, back up the opposite leg and to her torso. All the while he told her how gorgeous she was, how much he wanted her. The words were a warm blanket that covered her. It made it easy to be naked when he was still wearing clothes. She was precious to him, desired and beautiful. She wanted to see herself through his eyes.
“You like this?”
She was breathless as she replied. “It makes me crazy so yes, I love it. I’ve got a strong masochistic streak. I like testing myself.”
He winked down at her and amped the wand up, only a bit, but enough that she gritted her teeth when he touched her with it again. “I’m not the sadist my brother is, but I can definitely enjoy making you squirm. I will want to spend long hours tying you up and turning you into my gorgeous work of art.”
She could see how it would go. He would spend the entire evening creating elaborate designs across her body, taking his time with each tie. He would lavish her with attention and then show her off like she was his prize, his artistry. She would sit for as long as he wanted, and that time would be hers. She wouldn’t have to think or plan. She could breathe and allow herself t
o be.
So much of her life was making decisions, planning for a future that might or might not come. Her job was to save lives. Every moment she was in the ER was one where a single mistake could cost someone their life. It was powerful and stifling, and she needed this.
She surrendered to the man and his wand. Her magician. He knew how to make her feel alive and in the moment. He made her toes curl and every cell in her body leap with joy and anticipation.
A throaty moan split the air as he lit up her nipples. The sensation was a wildfire surging through her body. She could feel herself getting wet and knew he wasn’t anywhere close to being done with her. He’d sparked across her body, her arms and legs, hands and feet. He touched the wand to her other nipple and she could see the blue lightning that connected her to him. It had been like this since the moment she’d met him, crackling energy between them and some indefinable something that happened to her every time they were in a room together. The air was sweeter, any food she ate with him seeming to have more flavor. He brought colors into her life she’d never seen before. He made this different, too. It wasn’t the first time she’d played around with a violet wand. Not even close, but because he was the one holding it, touching her, it felt new again.
She felt new when she was with him.
“Do you know where I’m going with this, baby?” Jared asked, his voice deep and low.
She definitely had a suspicion. He’d tickled her nipples and sparked his way down her torso. He was getting dangerously close to her pussy, but then wasn’t that where he’d always been going? Her whole body tightened in anticipation. “Be careful.”
It was only a part of the game. She knew he would be exquisitely careful. Still, adrenaline coursed through her, taking over and amping up her desire. It was simply part of the glorious mind fuck.
And it would lead to a fuck fuck.
“I will always be careful with this. This is so beautiful.” He laid himself out next to her, letting his head rest against her breasts. His eyes were turned down and he watched as he moved the wand. The glass flat-bottomed head was quiet now, but she knew all it would take was a single flick to light up the most sensitive place on her body. Her pussy. He was talking about her pussy. He was about to play with her pussy.
The glass head brushed over her, but he didn’t turn it on. It was a tease, a promise of what was to come.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” Jared asked, his voice husky.
“As long as I have.”
“Longer. I’ve been waiting for you since I was old enough to realize life would be so much better with a woman to share it with me. I’ve been looking for you, wanting you. I was lonely without you.”
The water was so deep here, far deeper than she’d planned on. She’d promised herself she would go slow, but she couldn’t force herself to stop. She knew they should talk, but she needed more than words now. She needed everything he could give her.
And she needed to tell him the truth. There wasn’t a place for lies here. Not even to save herself or him. “I was lonely, too. I’m lonely every day I’m not with you.”
“You don’t have to be lonely ever again.” He eased his body up and pressed his lips to hers.
She could practically feel his satisfaction. Fear fractured her peace. What was she doing? He could get hurt. “Jared, we should…”
He flicked on the wand and held it right over her clitoris.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and anything she’d intended to say was gone in a rush of pure sensation. Her muscles jumped and she writhed against the feeling. Her body was confused because it should have felt like hell, but there was heaven in it, too. He moved the wand around her pussy, sending flashes of lightning over her, making her wet and warm and oh so ready for him.
She thought she would scream when he decided to be merciful. The wand flicked off and he moved to get to his feet.
Jared shucked his vest and kicked off his boots. “I can’t wait another second. You’re so ready for me. I can see how wet you are, how hot you are. That’s all for me. That’s only ever going to be for me again.”
So he would be a possessive Master. She could handle that. Somewhere in the back of her head she knew she was going down the wrong path. This was a weekend fling that might turn into a regular booty call, but that was probably as far as she could take it.
Or he could accept you. Maybe he wants you more than anything else.
She shut that voice in her head down in favor of riding the wave of the present. Now was all that mattered. Now was all they really had. The future would come and they would deal with it, but not here. Not now. Now was her time and only her time.
“Only for you.” She wished she was lying. She was fairly certain she wouldn’t want another man after tonight. Another reason this was a bad idea, but she was full of them and couldn’t make herself fix it. She could only watch as Jared unlaced his leathers and slid them off his perfectly notched hips.
He was a god of a man, muscular and perfect, from his emerald-colored eyes to a body that had been sculpted to display the best masculinity had to offer.
And he was here with her.
His cock was like the rest of him, a thing of incomparable beauty. He stroked himself while he stared down at her. His tongue ran over his full bottom lip and she felt like a decadent dessert he was about to devour down. It was not a bad thing to be.
He moved to the end of the bed and stood for a moment between her legs. He was staring at her, his eyes eating her up like she prayed his mouth was about to. She watched as he crawled on the bed like a predator.
He settled in between her legs and lowered his head down.
She tightened her hold on the ropes that held her. She wouldn’t last long. Her body was primed and ready to go off.
A wave of pleasure went through her at the first teasing touch of his tongue. Warm velvet seemed to wrap her up and she forced herself to breathe. He didn’t have to hold her down. The ropes did that job nicely, leaving his hands free to roam as he licked and sucked her pussy. She hadn’t imagined the room could get warmer, but heat blanketed her. The impulse was there to wrap her legs around his head and force him to fuck her harder, to spear her with his tongue, but he was a liar. He was a big old sadist. He licked and nibbled and took her to the very edge before moving back and leaving her wanting.
It was frustrating and she didn’t complain because she knew what would happen. If he was half the mean Dom she thought he was, he would untie her, spank her, and start over again. No. She’d offered him her submission and that meant taking every second of his torture.
“You taste so fucking good. You taste better than I ever imagined, and believe me I spent nights lying awake thinking about this.” He breathed her in. “I would think about how good you would smell, how perfect you would taste, how soft you are. I was wrong about all of it. You’re so much better.”
She drew in a sharp breath when she felt him suckle her clit. His fingers invaded her pussy and he started to fuck her, stretching her and curling up inside, looking for her sweet spot.
The tension wound through her, taking her higher and higher until it finally burst over her, the whole world going soft and sweet in that moment.
Then Jared was on his knees. He had a condom in his hands, rolling it over that big cock of his.
And she knew her night had only just begun.
* * * *
Jared was pretty sure his heart was going to stop. It pounded in his chest. He was so focused on her the rest of the world seemed to fall away.
He’d meant every word he’d said to her. She was far more than he’d imagined. Most experiences a man dreamed of came up short when faced with reality, but not Sarah. She was more. He felt far more than he’d thought he could. He’d been waiting for this.
He stroked his cock and promised himself he wouldn’t always wear that thin piece of latex. When he’d made her comfortable with him, they would fuck without condoms becau
se he intended to be the last lover she ever had, and he wasn’t going to share her with anyone. That particular kink wasn’t ever going to come into play. He would be greedy with her, wanting everything she had to give.
She would be the one thing he would never compromise. She would be his, that secret part of her belonging to him as he would give himself to her.
Her heart was so big, and for years he knew she’d felt alone. Never again. He didn’t want her to have another single moment where she didn’t feel like someone had her back.
He would be her man. He would take care of her, lavish her with his attention, give her everything she needed. He would prove to her that they were made for each other. One day, he would give her the family she’d longed for, all the kids and dogs she could handle.
He quickly undid the ties at her feet. The need to feel her surrounding him was far too imperative to ignore. He had her hands and feet undone in seconds and then was back at her center, spreading her wide.
“I’m crazy about you, Jared.” She said the words as she reached up for him.
“I’m glad because I’m in love with you and have been for a very long time.” Before she could pull away from him again, he pressed his cock to the sweetest tasting pussy he’d ever had. Her arms came up around him and he pressed inside.
He breathed in, memorizing the moment, the first time, the last woman. He wouldn’t love anyone else. He’d spent a year and a half trying to get interested in someone else, but his soul had met its mate and wouldn’t accept anyone else.
He took in everything he felt in that moment—the heat of her body wrapped around him, the glow in her eyes as he started to move, the connection that flowed between them.
It was finally the right time—their time.
“You okay?” He had to make sure she felt the same way.
Her legs wound around his waist. “I’m dying but I think you know that. Don’t stop, Jared. Please don’t stop.”
