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by Ivy Nelson


  Because she believed him, she opened her legs wide. “Good girl.” His fingers were between their bodies and deep inside her again. The heat they created, soon coated them both in sweat. She wanted him inside her, but he was taking his time. Exploring, teasing, coaxing her to the edge of bliss and drawing her back just before she fell.

  If the journey weren’t so enjoyable, Darci might have been more frustrated. As it was, she was begging him to let her find the release she craved, but he wasn’t ready. His eyes were intense as he studied her face while hovering over her. She found it difficult to meet his gaze while he buried his fingers between her thighs, so she closed her eyes.

  “Open your eyes and look at me.” His voice was strained when he said it and judging from the hard bulge pressing into her thigh, his jeans were strained as well. Darci kept her eyes shut tight, so he slowed his fingers but didn’t pull them completely from her. Then his teeth were on her sensitive nipple biting just hard enough to hurt. She squirmed to get away, but he gripped her pussy hard. “Open your eyes and look at me,” he repeated when he released her nipple.

  Darci’s eyes opened, but she still couldn’t meet his gaze. Shaking his head in disapproval, he cupped her chin in his free hand and turned her head until she was staring straight into his dark eyes. “That’s better. I want you to watch me make you come. Keep them open.” His fingers began their assault again, and this time he pressed a thumb to her clit, rubbing gently as he finger-fucked her tight pussy. Within seconds, Darci was hovering at the edge of an orgasm again. His grip tightened on her chin when she tried to turn her head, but he didn’t slow his fingers. “Come.”

  The wave of pleasure that hit Darci elicited a sound that wasn’t quite a scream, but it was probably still a little too loud for a hotel. The orgasm was worth the noise complaint they might get. She spasmed around his fingers as he continued pumping them in and out of her.

  When he increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit, one wave of pleasure rolled into another. As convulsions racked her body, she begged him to stop. But he worked her up to another two orgasms before he finally pulled his fingers free.

  She could still feel his hard cock pressing into her as he gently kissed her face. “God, you’re hot when you’re coming on my hand.” His words had her blushing, and trying to squirm away from him, but she was pinned.

  “Wasn’t that fun? Just imagine what it will be like when I get really bossy,” he whispered into her ear. His words made her blush, and he winked at her. She had to admit, she was looking forward to the day he decided to make good on his threat of bossiness. The thought caused a new flood of heat and need to wash over her.

  He seemed to sense that need and stood, unbuttoning his jeans as he rose. Keeping her eyes on him was easy as she watched him shed his pants and boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, and the sight of it nearly made her whimper. She couldn’t wait to feel it stretching her as he thrust in and out of her. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long. He moved her up higher on the bed and settled between her legs once again. This time, he positioned his erect, pulsing cock at her entrance.

  Because she was still soaked from the orgasms he had milked from her, he had no trouble sliding deep inside. A shudder rippled through her as he filled her slick opening.

  Bradley paused, closing his eyes as he let himself settle into her. Then he was moving. Slowly at first, languid strokes that sent gentle waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him to move faster. Still he made her wait, stretching each motion out. After several minutes of this, he grasped her arms and dragged them over her head where he pinned her, effectively bracing himself and holding her in place. As she wriggled against his hold, he gave her what she was after—punishing thrusts of his cock as he picked up speed and slammed into her.

  After a few minutes, he released one of her arms and slipped his free hand between them. He was going to make her come again. It didn’t take long. As soon as he felt her clenching around him, he let himself find his own pleasure. When the last waves of their orgasms subsided, he gently lowered himself onto her. They lay together, breathing heavy, sweat mingling. It felt like forever before he raised up and pulled carefully out of her.

  He stepped into the bathroom and came back less than thirty seconds later with a damp cloth. He gently cleaned her off before pulling back the comforter and motioning for her to get under the blankets. Her brain was still foggy, so she did as he asked, snuggling under the soft sheets. He left again, long enough to discard the rag, but then he slipped into bed with her and wrapped his arms around her.

  “Goodnight, sweet girl.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Darci and Bradley spent all day on Sunday sightseeing, and it was wonderful. On Sunday night, they saw a show on Broadway before going back to the room, where they made love most of the night. The next morning, when they woke, Darci was too warm snuggled next to Bradley. His arm draped across her midsection felt heavy. When she tried to lift his arm and slip out of bed, his grip on her tightened. She nudged him until he woke up.

  “Go back to sleep woman.”

  “I’m hot. You’re hot.”

  “Well thank you,” he mumbled. “You are pretty hot.”

  She elbowed him. “How can you be such a smart ass this early in the morning?

  “Smart ass? Did you just call me a smart ass?” With an exaggerated scowl on his face, he was hopping out of bed and taking the blankets with him.

  “Hey!” She protested, trying to cover herself up with a pillow. He towered over the bed, arms folded across his bare chest, his scowl no longer teasing.

  “We’ve had this conversation before, and I don’t like repeating myself. Don’t hide from me. You’re gorgeous.” His voice was firm, and the look on his face made her squirm. The desire to say yes, Sir, and kneel at his feet inundated her, but she resisted. They still had a lot to talk about. Instead, she huffed and crawled out of bed to find clean clothes.

  “Good girl.” He grinned, patting her on the behind as she bent over her suitcase.

  “Come on,” she said, pulling a shirt over her head. “Let’s go get breakfast before we need to go to the airport.”

  Darci repacked her small suitcase so they could leave it at the front desk while they ate. It would be good to get back to D.C. even if there was a lunatic out there trying to hunt her down. Maybe these few days away would help bring new perspective. She took a moment to text Michael Silas about getting together when she got back.

  A text message from Tessa was waiting for her as well, asking if they could get together again. She sent her a message telling her she would land in D.C. later that evening and would try to get together with her as soon as possible.

  Three hours later, they had collected their bags from the hotel and were on their way to the airport. As the cab drove them through the city, Darci scrolled through headlines on her phone. One article caught her eye.

  “Look, your dad announced his campaign. How cool is that?” she asked, showing him the story.

  “Can we talk about something more pleasant, please? I love my dad, but we disagree on some things.”

  Darci put the phone down and patted his leg. “Sure. I’m sorry.”

  He grabbed her hand and lifted it to his lips. “No need to be sorry. Thank you for this weekend. I enjoy being in bed with you. I can’t wait to talk more on the flight home.”

  Her face went red, and he chuckled. “Nothing to be embarrassed about baby girl.”

  She laid her head on his shoulder. “I enjoyed it too. I’m sorry I’m nervous about everything.”

  “It’s OK baby. I promise. I’m nervous too. You’re the first woman I’ve wanted the whole package with, and I’m terrified something will happen to you. I want everything you’re willing to give me, and I want to keep you safe.”

  His words washed over her, and she relaxed further on his shoulder. “I’m scared too but being around you makes me feel better.”
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  “Well, you can guarantee that until this guy is caught, I’m not leaving your side.”

  “You can’t seriously be with me twenty-four seven Bradley.”

  “No, but I can make sure security is, and I can tie you to my bed on weekends.” He gazed down at her with a devilish grin on his face, and she shoved away from him giving him a fake scowl. Truth to tell, she couldn’t wait until he tied her to his bed for the first time. She could tell he recognized that, and it only widened his grin. She settled back into the seat.

  “I'm serious when I say I can’t take being smothered by security, or you, or Michael, or anyone else who gets it in their head that it’s their job to keep me safe. I’ll accept some smothering because I know I’m in real danger, but I need to have room to breathe.” She kept her eyes fixed on him, silently pleading for him to understand.

  He pulled her back to him and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll do my best to give you breathing room. Breath play has never been my thing, anyway.”

  “So, what is your thing, Mr. Givens?” she asked, changing the subject. There was no point ruining the last leg of their trip.

  “Let’s talk on the plane and the drive to my apartment.” She nodded against him and closed her eyes for the rest of the journey to the airport.

  Once they were settled on the plane, Bradley turned to her, his eyes serious as he picked up her hand. For a moment Darci thought he was going to bring up her stalker or security. Instead, he surprised her by saying, “I believe we have some things to negotiate, Miss Sanders.”

  A slow smile spread across her face. “Is that so? What did you have in mind?”

  “Many things, chief among them, how I make you mine, and how I get to tie you to my bed.” Darci smiled shyly. This could be a fun conversation.

  “I’ve never actually been tied up,” she admitted.

  His look of surprise was not unwarranted. Bondage was a pretty common practice in her world. It just wasn’t one any of her former Dominants had been into.

  “We’ll have to fix that if you’re interested. Rope is one of my favorite things to play with.”

  He switched gears on her and surprised her with his next question. “Knowing you were with Damion, I need to ask if that’s the kind of Dom you’re looking for.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He seemed to be searching for the right words. “The High Lord Domly Dom type,” he finally said.

  She giggled. “High Lord Domly Dom? That’s a new one.”

  He chuckled. “You know, the guy that makes his sub walk two steps behind him at all times and is always in high protocol mode?”

  “Ah. Yes, that is Damion’s style. I’ll have to steal your term for my blog sometime.” A grin erupted at the thought. Damion didn’t read her blog that she knew of.

  “To answer your question, no, not exactly. I’ve never been a fan of constant high protocol and it was—in large part—why Damion and I didn’t work. I don’t like rules for the sake of rules.”

  Bradley nodded thoughtfully. “The thing to understand about me is that I never put a rule in place for the hell of it. Yes, I’m bossy but every rule is for a purpose whether it be for safety, or to enhance our pleasure together. I think certain bits of protocol are important for keeping each of us in the right head-space.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “We’re in a relationship and we are equals. However, we each have different roles to play and I think protocol helps remind us of our roles thus enhancing the relationship.”

  She smiled. “Sometimes it scares me how compatible we sound.”

  “Why would that scare you? And what about that makes us sound compatible?”

  “It scares me for reasons that you have threatened to spank me for if I bring up again.” She winked before continuing. “I view a lot of what we do as a game. All games require rules and structure, or they aren’t any fun, so I like your take on rules and roles. That’s actually the genesis of my safe word.”

  “Which is?”

  “Game over.”

  He grinned. “It’s brilliant. I love it. You’re right. It is very much a game we are playing. A game I am very much looking forward to playing with you.

  Most of her nerves about discussing BDSM with Bradley had dissipated. She looked forward to what he might ask next.

  “I think I understand what you're looking for in a Dominant. We have some details to iron out, but I really want to get to know this side of you. I've threatened to spank you a couple of times now, and I could tell it flipped your switch.” A blush colored her cheeks as he spoke, and she glanced around the plane hoping no one could hear them.

  “I think what I'm asking is, how would you feel if I wanted to flip that switch regularly?” She buried her face in his shoulder, embarrassment heating her neck. So much for her nerves being gone. He kissed her hair.

  “Eyes up here please.”

  When she complied, the smile he rewarded her with was tender. “I think it's cute how shy you are about these things.”

  “I don't know why I get this way. I know what I like, but I'm always uncomfortable talking about it like this. Yes, I think I would like that. Maybe we can try something more formal one night after work.”

  “I would love that, Darci. Do you want to negotiate exactly what we try?”

  She shook her head. “I trust you, Bradley. I'll tell you if something you come up with doesn't work for me. I like being surprised anyway.”

  His tender smile turned to one of pure wickedness and sensuality. “I can work with that.”

  “I worry about you and your job.” She held up her hands when he scowled. “I know, I know. You’re going to spank me. I’m not finished. I worry, but I’m willing to set aside that worry to play this game with you.”

  “Thank you. I'm certain my association with the lifestyle is about to come out, so my career may not be an issue for much longer, anyway.” She closed her eyes. It hurt to hear him talk like that. Bradley had worked so hard to get where he was.

  “I know your Dad offered you a job. Would that offer still stand if the news comes out?” His jaw tensed, and he looked angry.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t pry. Forgive me.”

  His hand came to rest under her chin, and he turned her head until they were staring into each other’s eyes. “Don’t do that please.”

  “I said I’m sorry,” she replied, her eyes growing wide as his gazed bored a hole in her.

  “No, that’s not what I mean. I mean don’t apologize just because you think I’m upset with you. I dislike that. I’m not upset at all, but even if I were, that’s not a reason to apologize. You did nothing wrong, and it’s a valid question. I love my father, I just wish He wouldn’t pry. He means well, but I don’t want to be the guy riding his old man’s coat tails.” His lips brushed a gentle kiss across her temple before he continued.

  “I know dad won’t care when this comes out. He may not be able to give me a high-profile job at first, but he wouldn’t disown me or anything. I can only work for his campaign anyway. If he wins, I don’t want to work for his administration and have people scrutinizing every little thing.”

  “I’m great with the media, and I can find the right people to make this story less of a problem for you,” Darci offered.

  “I know, but I’m stubborn, or so my mom says. I promise if it comes to it, I’ll think about it.”

  “I just want to help you.”

  “I appreciate it baby.” He planted a quick kiss on her forehead. “Now, can we go back to what we were talking about?” When she nodded, they moved on to a discussion about bondage.

  Their plane landed safely in D.C. a little while later and soon they were walking toward the airport exit with their bags. Bradley was thoughtful and had arranged for the security team to bring them his car.

  “I thought I would ease you back into having the security team escort us everywhere. I'm going to drive us home, and they'll follow.” She threw her a
rms around him and kissed him right there in front of the airport. He held her tight and murmured in her ear. “I do like making you happy.” They settled into the car, and he drove one handed so he could hold her hand.

  It was rush hour when they got into D.C., so traffic was heavy but moving. The drive home would take some time. Bradley picked up their conversation from the plane. “You said you might want to try something after work. If it’s not too soon, how would you feel about tonight when we get home if you’re…” His phone rang and interrupted him, and he pressed the button on the earpiece he wore to answer the call.

  “Shit. Are you sure? Where should we pull off?”

  Darci’s eyes grew bigger. “What’s wrong?”

  “Security thinks a car is following us. Wants us to take the next exit and see if they keep following.” Darci started to turn, but he grabbed her shoulder. “Don’t. Just try to act normal baby.” His eyes were flicking back and forth from the road in front of him to the rear-view mirror.

  “How am I supposed to act normal at a time like this?” He didn’t respond, focused only on his driving. The next exit appeared in front of them, and he signaled to get into the far-right lane. Darci glanced in the side mirror and noticed the security team’s car a few cars back. None of the other cars took the exit with them. “Why isn’t security exiting with us?” Her voice was strained.

  “They are going to keep following the car for a minute. They’ll circle back to us.” Darci closed her eyes. This is not how she wanted to end their nice trip. “Hey, don’t stress baby, we’re safe.”

  “I don’t feel very safe right now.”

  “Aren’t you glad I insisted on security starting at the airport though?”

  Making a face, she stuck her tongue out at him. As he pulled into a gas station, he laughed. After parking in a well-lit area, he turned to her. “You’re cute, but if you stick your tongue out at me again, I will get bossy, and there will be consequences.”

  Her blush was instant, but she said, “I might be OK with that.”

 

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