CarnalTakeover

by Tina Donahue

  Suddenly, she didn’t want to know.

  Yeah, she did.

  No, she—

  Dammit, just do it.

  Gritting her teeth, she turned the knob and opened the door a crack. Caramel-colored light danced over the sliver of room she could see. The scent of burning wood wafted toward her. Surely, the fire hadn’t been going since this morning. That wasn’t possible. Nor would Daniel have lit one and left. He was more safety conscious than that.

  She edged the door open and stared. His tall frame took up most of the leather sofa. Gloriously nude, he had his hands folded behind his head, showing the dark hair in his pits, scented with his musk. He’d bent his right leg to recline against the sofa’s back cushion and had rested his left foot on the floor, which displayed the treasure between his legs. His cock was semi-hard and thickening by the second, his balls plumping up.

  Crushing desire tore through Alexandra. She yearned to press her face to every part of him and inhale deeply of his male fragrance.

  “Are you coming in or not?” he murmured.

  She slipped inside and sagged against the door, desperate to steady herself. To play it as cool as Daniel was.

  He hadn’t left. In her world, that was a miracle. She should have hated herself for being so grateful but her confidence had taken too many hits over the years. Right now, all she could think about was that he was here. She wasn’t alone.

  Daniel ran the heel of his foot over the polished floor.

  His muscular calf and deliciously long toes captivated Alexandra. An image of her on her knees, kissing and licking them, invaded her mind.

  He cleared his throat, capturing her attention, and asked, “Didn’t you forget something?”

  Oh yeah. “Hi,” she said in greeting.

  He grinned as if she’d said something humorous, or he liked seeing her so unglued. “Hi. Did you forget the rope and—”

  “Uh-uh. I didn’t.” By god, they were still on. He was going to be her Master, just as he’d promised. Thrilled, Alexandra reached behind her and opened the door. “I left them in the SUV. Be right back. Don’t move.”

  His expression said he hadn’t intended to.

  Alexandra rushed outside. Plumes of exhaust pumped from the tailpipe of her SUV. She’d forgotten to turn the damn vehicle off. Rather than chide herself, she squealed like a little girl who’d just gotten a new toy to play with. Alexandra’s was life-size and all male. Visions of Daniel’s hairy pits, groin and awesome cock stormed her thoughts, begging her to get a move on.

  Back on the porch, she pushed her shoulder against the door, a grocery bag in each arm, her purse in one of them, the rope hung around her neck like jewelry. “I got everything you…”

  He wasn’t on the sofa. Frowning, Alexandra tilted her head. The loft was dark. She pulled her shoulders to her ears and listened hard for sounds from the bathroom.

  Nothing.

  “You’re letting in the cold again.”

  She turned. He padded from the kitchen, a filled wineglass in each hand. His cock was fully erect now.

  Alexandra kicked the door closed. With the crack of wood against wood, she realized how uncouth she was behaving. If Junior had been here, he’d accuse her of behaving like a les.

  Nothing could be further from the truth when it came to Alexandra’s sexual preferences. Her pussy practically dripped with excitement, it was that freaking wet.

  At Daniel’s approach, she forgot to breathe. He eased the glass to her mouth. “Drink.”

  All too willingly, Alexandra took a sip of the fruity chardonnay. The alcohol didn’t warm her a tenth of the way Daniel did. He leaned into her, licking droplets off her lips, his body smelling better than any drink or food. She touched the tip of her tongue to his, then slanted her head and eagerly returned his deep, lingering kiss. The best possible greeting after a crappy workday.

  Thank god, their evening was just beginning.

  She couldn’t get near enough. Neither could he. The paper bags crinkled between them. Daniel paused at the sound and pulled his mouth free.

  For the longest moment, he simply regarded Alexandra, as though he were trying to see past her defenses into her soul.

  She had no protection against him. That was the problem. She’d liked him from the start, not only for his striking masculinity, but also his smarts and integrity.

  “What?” she finally asked, wanting to get truly intimate.

  He didn’t. With that one question, his walls were back up, protecting him. He drank a bit of the wine, then studied the rope hanging around her neck. “You wear that well.”

  She pushed aside her longing and smiled at his joke.

  Daniel didn’t grin in return. “It’ll look even better after I get through with my plans for it and you. Drink.”

  He rested the lip of the glass against the seam of her mouth.

  She sipped the wine, no longer tasting it, her thoughts on what he’d planned. Alexandra pictured the loft, him tying her to the bed. Unless he intended to rope her in down here. She catalogued the items he could tie her to on this floor. The antique sewing machine. One of the poles in the spiral staircase. Maybe the handle of the oven. Bound to it, she’d be his to eat and fuck at his leisure.

  “What all do you have in here?” He fingered the edges of the bags.

  She relaxed her grip on them. They stopped crinkling. “Just candles.”

  He lifted his eyebrows. “How many did you buy?”

  “Everything they had.” She wanted this to last for as long as possible. Too bad he hadn’t asked for light bulbs. Alexandra would have bought the LED kind that were supposed to burn for twenty years.

  He finished his wine, then put the glasses on the end table and took one of the bags. Her purse was on top. After tossing it on the chair, he pulled out the birthday candles. “You really haven’t done anything like this before, have you?”

  Okay, that stung, forcing her to lie again. “I told you I have…just not with you.”

  His smirk disappeared. He dropped the candles on top of her purse, then put the bag next to it, wearing an air of unconcern that seemed put on to Alexandra. The same way he’d acted the other night when Nat, Red and Junior had been here. As though Daniel had to control himself when he thought about or saw her with other men.

  Of course, she could simply be hoping for that.

  He took the remaining bag and placed it next to the first. She removed the rope before he could and handed it to him. A peace offering of sorts. Proof of her willingness to do anything he wanted, because she desired it too.

  Daniel draped the rope around his neck. She grinned.

  He traced her smile with his finger. “Have you eaten?”

  Her lips tingled from his touch. She leaned closer, wanting more. “Not you. Not all day. Did you notice?”

  He laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Take off your clothes and I’ll make us something.”

  Sounded like a fair trade. Alexandra stripped in front of the fire, hardly needing its warmth given how intensely Daniel observed her, his attraction obvious and genuine. His erection was at full mast, his restraint remarkable. She figured by the time he had her bound and possibly blindfolded, he’d go at her so hard, she’d be screaming in ecstasy. If he didn’t use a gag on her too.

  The image that created drained most of her strength.

  He grabbed the glasses in one hand and took hers in the other. Her hand felt good in his, snug and warm. She squeezed his fingers and edged closer. The tip of his crown brushed her thigh, leaving a smear of pre-cum. She choked back a lusty moan. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

  “Shouldn’t I be making our meal?” she murmured. “I’m your—a sub, after all.”

  Despite her verbal faux pas, he didn’t hesitate. “Not yet, you aren’t.”

  So much wicked promise hung between them, Alexandra shivered. What in the hell was he going to teach her?

  He led her into the kitchen. The light above the stove cast the small
room in sepia tones, brown and cream, similar to ancient photographs. She bet the old-timers never engaged in anything like this.

  He refilled his glass and topped hers with more wine, then put the bottle between them on the cedar table. After draping a dishtowel on the seat of a chair, he gestured to it. “Sit.”

  His solid muscles rippled with every move he made.

  Alexandra sank down, her hunger for him crazy bad, her legs no longer wanting to support her weight. She still didn’t get why he was waiting on her. Did Doms do that? He’d never answered her question, and she couldn’t exactly quiz him, given her lie about being experienced in this. “Sure you don’t want me to help?”

  He put a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and a new can of Beer Nuts on the table. “I’m an engineer. I can handle this.”

  She laughed at that and the rope bouncing against his chest. “Good at building sandwiches, are you?”

  “Just wait and see.”

  He cut the homemade bread, each of the two slices an inch thick. After smearing a quarter of the jar of peanut butter on the bottom slice, he dumped so many Beer Nuts on the creamy mess they obscured it. He settled the remaining slice on top and patted it down, clearly finishing his sandwich. “Stand up.”

  Alexandra swallowed her sip of wine. “What?”

  “On your feet.”

  She smiled. “Why?”

  “Because I ordered you to.”

  Heat crept up her throat. He was back to being dominant again, Obviously, her training had resumed. Unsettled and expectant, Alexandra pushed out of the chair. He took her place on it and inhaled deeply. The way he would after sex. “The seat’s nice and warm now.”

  That was why he’d told her to sit there?

  “On your knees,” he said, gesturing to the floor.

  Tendrils of warmth snaked through Alexandra at the prospect of serving him again. Being his sexual slave. She sank down at his feet, sitting on her heels to protect her butt from the coolish tiles. Later, a belt would warm her ass. For now, it needed her tender care.

  Daniel regarded her thighs. “Wider,” he ordered. “I want to see every inch of your cunt.”

  A rush of blood heated Alexandra’s face and neck. He’d used her so masterfully last night and well into the morning, her pussy was still faintly sore. However, her anus had yet to know the rigidity of his cock, his relentless thrusts.

  Before this evening’s over,Alexandra promised herself and opened her body to him.

  He ran his heel over the inside of her thighs, demanding more.

  She gave it, then took his foot in her hands and bent from the waist, her position fully subservient. With care and respect, Alexandra kissed the tips of his toes as she’d fantasized about earlier.

  He squirmed at her suckling the arch of his foot. “Hey, stop that. It tickles.”

  She gave him a last, disobedient lick, wanting him to punish her for it.

  His expression said, “Just you wait.”

  That was the problem, Alexandra didn’t want to. She’d slogged through all of her life for moments like this. Forbidden. Impassioned.

  He cut the sandwich in half, then spread his legs and placed the dish between them. His cock touched the edge of the plate. Alexandra stared at the newest drip of pre-cum clinging to the small slit in his crown. The thought of its salty taste followed by his rich ejaculate fueled her hunger to take him in her mouth.

  She sensed he wouldn’t allow that. Not just yet. So she lifted one of the sandwich’s halves and offered the food to him. Like a good sub…his sub.

  Pleasure twinkled in Daniel’s eyes, brutal desire in his expression. He took a large bite, then licked peanut butter from her thumb. His tongue’s heat traveled to the tips of her nipples and all the way to her toes. She curled them.

  He chewed slowly, the crunch of Beer Nuts filling the silence. After washing his food down with a gulp of wine, he lifted the other half of the sandwich, offering it to her.

  She took a much smaller bite and had to concentrate on chewing. His hand on her boob distracted Alexandra to the point that she couldn’t focus on anything except him pulling on her nipple, stroking her areola, slipping his fingers over the swell of her breast.

  God. She shivered with longing, eager to have his solid weight on her, keeping her from everything except his mouth, hands, cock.

  He offered her the wine. She gulped two mouthfuls before coming up for air. When she did, Daniel looked down on her like a fucking deity, demanding her fawning attention. Alexandra gave him another bite.

  Helpless to resist, she touched his rigid shaft.

  He caught her wrist, removing her hand from him, and spoke with a full mouth. “Not until I allow it.”

  Right. Her cabin. His rules.

  She kissed his fingers in acquiescence and managed to get two more bites down before begging off. “I’ve had enough.”

  “Of this,” he murmured.

  “Only of this,” she agreed.

  He finished his wine, his throat quivering with each swallow.

  His bristly cheeks, chin and neck, the sheer strength of his body transfixed her. Alexandra imagined them eating like this every night into the future. Playing these games for fun. Then making love, real love, because they’d moved beyond screwing to something deep and lasting.

  She wondered if he’d missed her while she’d been at work.

  Not wanting to corner him, she asked, “What did you do all day?”

  The bottom of his glass tapped against the table. His expression grew mysterious. “Kept busy.”

  He hadn’t straightened up the living room. She’d forced herself to do that before leaving for the site. “You watched TV? Used my laptop?”

  “Like I said, I kept busy.”

  She frowned, wondering if he’d masturbated all day and had slept in between his orgasms. That would certainly explain his remarkable restraint now despite his persistent hard-on.

  “Doing what?” Alexandra finally challenged.

  Once he’d sucked peanut butter from his forefinger, he put the plate on the table. “I’ll show you.”

  He took her hand and led Alexandra to the steam room.

  Chapter Nine

  Although Daniel knew Lucius demanded everything for nothing in his business dealings, when it came to his own comfort the old turd hadn’t spared any expense.

  The steam room he’d had installed reminded Daniel of a gazebo, hexagonal in shape, large enough for a group of five. Investors? Lucius’ board? His cabal? Fieldstones made up its back walls, cedar planks its long seats and floor. Two dim lights shone overhead. Only a small window in the door allowed anyone to see inside, sealing off the interior, making it seem somewhat like a cave…or a dungeon.

  Alexandra’s attention lingered on Daniel’s belt draped across the bench.

  He let her look her fill.

  On a deep, expectant sigh, she finally scanned the rest of the area, searching for what else he’d done.

  Wasn’t as much as he would have liked, but she didn’t have a whole lot of stuff to work with. After a quick search of the toolbox in her laundry room, he’d found some metal plant hooks. Antique-looking suckers painted a grayish-green to resemble weathered iron. He’d screwed two of them into the floor, the same number on the ceiling, both pairs spread widely apart.

  Quickly, Alexandra spotted them.

  Daniel patted her ass. “Forgot something. Be right back.”

  He returned with scissors and a stepstool he’d found earlier. Alexandra was on one knee, touching a hook in the floor. She seemed unsettled. With lust or worry, he wasn’t quite certain and suddenly felt bad for her, because of the lunatic she’d had to deal with all of her life.

  “If your grandfather complains about the holes,” Daniel said, putting the stepstool to the side, “blame them on me.”

  She gave him a look that said he was nuts. “I don’t care if he screams like a banshee. No way am I telling him about this.”

  Daniel kne
w what she meant. At least he thought he did. Somehow, that didn’t ease the implication behind what she’d said. That he was the hired help, part Native, and had no business being in the king’s palace with the guy’s granddaughter.

  “Hey, do whatever you want,” she said, conciliatory as all hell.

  Daniel figured his face had given away his thoughts.

  “Just don’t burn the place down,” she added. “We wouldn’t have anywhere to go then.”

  True. And clearly he’d read her wrong. She seemed to have no problem with ordinary folk even though she’d grown up in a rarefied world. “I’d already planned to be careful… What I intend to do with you has to be enjoyed behind closed doors.”

  In the faint light, her cheeks burned a nice rosy shade. “Okay.”

  His cock went way past hard at her breathy, eager response. His damn balls hurt like hell. Fuck. He needed relief, as he had since she’d returned, but didn’t want to bury himself in her just yet. There was too much else he ached to do first.

  You’ve made it this far, so chill.

  Sure. Uncertain whether he’d survive this sexual torture, Daniel pulled the rope off his neck, measured the length he’d need, and snipped. The first piece fell by Alexandra’s hand. She stroked it with awe, as she would something precious or dangerous.

  Before he was through with her, she’d never look at rope the same way again.

  The next piece fell, hitting the plank with a tiny tap. Two more sections followed. Daniel put the scissors to the side. “On your feet, your back to me.”

  Took her a moment to stand. When he moved behind her, Alexandra looked over. Her lips parted at him running his fingers through her hair, soft as kitten fur, then twisting it gently into a long coil that hung down her back. Daniel pressed his face to it and went limp, except for his stubborn erection. The scent of her shampoo had lingered, something floral. Clean, fresh, enchanting. He repressed his urge to drag her down to the floor and mount her until tomorrow. Cupping her cushiony buttocks, he ran his fingers down the seam of her ass, spreading her cheeks, touching her anus.