“Not here,” Tag told her, cupping her face in both hands. “Get your things. You’re going home with me.”
Pulling back, she debated, but only for a fraction of a second before she grabbed her laptop and her purse and followed him out of her office. She watched with wide eyed fascination when Tag stopped at Whisper’s office.
“When the painter’s get here, go home. The security guard will stay with them,” he instructed, waiting for Whisper to nod her head in understanding.
A small smile passed Whisper’s lips as she and McKenna made eye contact. It was a look she had seen before on her assistant’s face, usually after she’d done something mischievous. And now that she thought about it, McKenna did find it fairly coincidental that Tag showed up all of a sudden on the same day they received the photos.
“I’ll take care of everything. Go,” Whisper said, her grin spreading across her entire face.
There was no time to respond because Tag took her hand in his, leading her directly from the building to his car. When he opened the door for her, McKenna moved to climb in, but before she could, Tag pulled her against him, his lips pressing against her forehead in a gesture so sweet, the tears she thought had dried up threatened to fall.
When he released her, McKenna looked up at him and asked, “What was that for?”
“Because I haven’t done it nearly enough.”
That was all she needed to hear.
When Tag pulled his car up to his house a short while later, McKenna had to fight to keep her jaw from unhinging. She had seen some nice houses in wealthy neighborhoods in her lifetime, but she wasn’t sure whether she had ever seen anything of this magnitude.
The house, if that was what it could be called, was a monstrosity. From the front, once past the expanse of lush green grass, the multitude of stout oak trees, and the well groomed shrubbery, was a red brick colonial house that was significantly wider than it was tall. With two stories, and more windows than McKenna had ever dreamed of having, the house was a head turner.
Tag pulled the car down a side driveway, bypassing the huge circular drive that bisected the front lawn, and into one of the bays in a four car garage, each with individual garage doors. From the outside, McKenna noticed the same setup on the other end of the house, and she wondered whether there was another garage on the other side or if it was just designed that way to balance the layout.
As the garage door closed behind them, McKenna was suddenly anxious to have a look at the inside. Knowing Tag, she figured the house would be as immaculately put together as he was, and she was excited to get a better feel for how he lived. So much could be learned of a person by looking at how they lived.
McKenna waited patiently for Tag to open her door for her since that was what he seemed to want to do, and once they were inside the house, her awe of him only intensified.
Coming in through the garage door, they didn’t step directly into the kitchen like the floor plan of her home. No, she wasn’t greeted by a refrigerator, rather a washer and dryer and enough square footage to house a full Laundromat.
For the next half hour, McKenna allowed Tag to take her on a brief tour of the house, admiring the warm, soothing tones of the walls, the large, masculine furniture that filled each room, and the artwork that was just as unique as the artwork on his body.
“Would you like some wine?” Tag asked as they stood in the master bedroom.
“Yes,” she told him, but still holding his hand, she stopped him before he would have led her out of the room. “But not right now.”
McKenna wasn’t sure she wanted anything more than him. As far as she was concerned they had wasted more time than they should have in recent days and weeks.
For now, he was all that she needed.
~*~*~
Ever since he had laid himself bare in McKenna’s office, Tag felt slightly off kilter. Except for the times when McKenna looked at him the way she was looking at him right now. With her heart in her eyes, he sensed that she felt everything he somehow found the strength to say.
Only she hadn’t said much of anything since.
When her hands went around his neck, pulling him close, he growled involuntarily and easily swept her up off of her feet and carried her over to his bed. Once he deposited her on the mattress, McKenna surprised him when she rose to her knees, gripping his tie in her hands and pulling him toward her. Hard.
“Remember that little amendment to our contract?” she asked sweetly, but the intensity in her eyes belied her tone.
“I remember.” How could he forget?
“Well, I think this might just be the perfect place for me to exact my revenge.”
Tag instinctively went rigid, his body hardened by her tone and the anticipation that suddenly circulated through his veins. He’d never been dominated by a woman. Although he had a feeling this wouldn’t work out quite the way she anticipated, he was more than willing to let her have her way with him if it made her happy.
“I’m all yours, darlin’.” Tag held his hands out to his sides as a sign of surrender, allowing McKenna to pull him closer, still gripping his tie in her fist.
“The first thing we need to do is to get you out of these clothes,” she informed him, stepping down from the bed, allowing her body to brush down the front of his.
As she eased around behind him, slowly pulling his suit jacket off of his shoulders, Tag remained unmoving, waiting for her instruction.
“Lose the tie,” she instructed in a firm, crisp tone that had his fists clenching at his sides.
Doing as she said, he easily unknotted the tie, then pulled it out from under his collar before tossing it on the floor beside them. She had been kind enough to lay his jacket on the chair beside his bed, but as far as he was concerned, there was no need. At this point, he was ready to rip his own clothes off, not giving a damn whether he was wearing a five thousand dollar suit or not.
“Turn around.”
Tag turned to face her, his back now to the bed as he looked down at the sexy, red haired vixen that had somewhere along the way weaved herself into his heart and ensured she stayed twined there for the duration. No matter how much he had tried to push her away, in the end, it had been him who had given in out of sheer fear that if he tried to live another day without her, he might just not make it through.
McKenna’s small hand easily slipped each tiny disk on his shirt from its mooring as she watched him with a wickedly sexy grin on her face.
“Take off the belt,” she instructed and Tag didn’t falter as he unhooked the black leather from the chrome buckle before pulling it from the loops and letting it fall to the floor beside the tie.
“Now the pants.” McKenna was still unbuttoning his shirt, letting her fingers graze his chest as she went, clearly knowing exactly what she was doing to him.
With quick, easy movements, he rid himself of his slacks, letting them fall to the floor at his feet. He still had his shoes on, so there wasn’t much more he could do at the moment, so he waited patiently as she continued.
Then the temptress went and damn near blew his mind, lowering herself to her knees, trailing her tongue from the middle of his chest all the way down in one torturous lick. When she brushed the head of his cock through his boxer briefs, Tag grunted.
“Don’t worry,” McKenna crooned. “You’ll get yours soon enough.”
Tag didn’t want his. Well, he did, but he wanted to lay her out on the floor right there and feast on her for hours on end in ways he hadn’t had the chance to yet.
While on her knees, McKenna untied his shoes, allowing him to toe them off, then removed his socks, which offered him the chance to step out of his slacks. Standing before her, clad in his boxer briefs and his shirt, Tag was beginning to think she had on way too many clothes. She didn’t seem to mind because she continued to taunt him with her soft, smooth fingers and her sharp little nails while she worked to remove the rest of his clothes.
“I think you’re enjoying this as
much as I am,” Tag teased her as she returned to her feet, pushing his shirt off of his shoulders until the material slid over his biceps and then down his forearms where he caught it with his hands before slinging it in the direction of the chair.
“Well, how can I not, with such a beautiful playground before me? Now, get on the bed. On your back,” McKenna urged.
Tag did as she told him, laying on his bed, tempted to put his hands behind his head and let her do her worst, but as he watched, he realized she had other plans for him. The sneaky woman went straight to his closet, peeking through his clothes before she returned with two of his ties and a bewitching smile on her face.
With ease, McKenna tied his hands to the wrought iron headboard, and Tag didn’t struggle. Had she been naked, he would’ve used the opportunity to tease her, but she was still fully dressed, but hopefully she wouldn’t be for long.
The next thing he knew, she was standing above him on the bed, one foot on each side of his chest which forced her tight denim skirt up her thighs to her hips, offering him a glimpse of what appeared to be red, silk panties.
He watched, hypnotized as she began to undress slowly, sliding her form fitting t-shirt over her head, revealing a barely there red demi bra that gave him a tempting view of her distended nipples and her perfect, pale skin.
When she unbuttoned her little skirt, McKenna put one foot on his chest, which allowed her to lower the denim down her long, smooth legs. Once she was free of the skirt, she placed her foot back at his side, her ankles pressing into the sides of his chest.
The woman was wicked, and so fucking sexy she made his tongue itch at the remembered taste of her. If he had his say in it, she’d lower her sweet, warm pussy down to his mouth and let him familiarize himself with her taste all over again.
He knew he didn’t have a say in what she did, so he simply watched, waiting. He was just grateful that he had been blessed with the patience of a damn saint because this woman was more than a handful and she was proving it with every passing second.
McKenna kept her bra and panties on as she lowered herself down to the bed, sitting on his chest with her legs straddling him. With only his eyes, he roamed her face, her neck, each soft, round globe with the pretty, puckered pink nipples, and then trailed over her stomach until he was staring directly between her thighs. He could smell her arousal, and it made his body harden, but he didn’t pull against his restraints because as far as he was concerned, at least for now, he would allow her to believe she was in control.
She needed this, he knew, but not nearly as much as she needed him to show her exactly how easy it was for her to relinquish that strong, embedded urge to dominate. McKenna liked to call the shots, he had learned that quickly. Although, she enjoyed giving herself over to him more than she was willing to admit.
When her mouth lowered to his, her tongue darting out to flick his lips, Tag growled, knowing she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted, so he just pretended that it didn’t matter. It fucking mattered.
He wanted to crush her mouth to his, to feast from her lips until she was unable to breathe unless she was inhaling him into her lungs. His main goal was to infuse every cell in her body with his presence until they were still two bodies, but only one soul.
That’s what he wanted from McKenna. He wanted her heart, her body, and her soul. He wanted every single piece of her since she already owned every piece of him.
Although he had expressed exactly how he felt, Tag realized she was holding herself back. Even if momentarily, it wasn’t enough for him only to have her body. Granted, he knew he had hurt her, and she was probably only trying to protect herself, but he had never been the man to have only part of anything.
“Your pulse is racing,” she whispered as her wet tongue slid down his neck.
“That’s what you do to me,” he told her, relishing the feel of her warm breath and her soft tongue against his skin. “You make my body ache for you, to be inside of you...”
She lifted her head and gifted him with a small glimpse into her soul. “Every time I look at you, my pulse beats faster than before. It’s like I can’t get enough of you,” she said, and he knew what it cost her to admit it.
Tag could barely breathe as he waited for her to continue. When she didn’t, he said the only thing he could, “You’re mine, McKenna. You can do to me whatever you want just as long as you understand you will always be mine.”
For a second, he saw a sheen of tears in her eyes, but they were quickly gone when her mouth returned to his skin, her tongue tracing the artwork on his chest as she ventured lower. When she reached his nipple, Tag hissed as she circled it with her tongue, then used her sharp little teeth to nip the sensitive brown disc. He forced his eyes closed, letting the sensations consume him, allowing his mind to memorize every slight touch, every gentle lick, every stinging bite as McKenna continued to drive him wild.
When her warm breath teased his dick, Tag pressed his ass into the mattress to keep his hips from bucking off of the bed. There was no need for him to try and memorize what it felt like to have her mouth on his cock because that was one feeling his body would never forget.
His eyes flew open when the head of his dick slid into the hot recesses of her mouth, her hands not touching him in any way like they had before. She wasn’t stroking his shaft, or massaging his balls this time, leaving the only sensation that of her sweet fucking mouth as she assaulted him with the tenderest of touches. McKenna didn’t suck him into her mouth, she tormented him slowly, and he fought to keep his body rigid, not to press up into her, wanting to feel her lips wrapped around him, the head of his cock thrusting against the back of her throat as she sucked his release from him.
Being tied to the bed was the hardest damn thing for him to accept because Tag wanted to touch her, he wanted to control her movements, to flip her over and bury his tongue in her pussy while she writhed beneath him. Only McKenna had thought that one through because his arms were held firmly, his legs spread around her as she knelt between his thighs, his iron hard erection subjected to her wicked onslaught.
“McKenna.” He was warning her because quite frankly, Tag didn’t know how much more he could take, and she hadn’t even done anything more than torture him with her mouth. “Untie me, baby,” he said, the words sounding like the plea that they were.
Her eyes met his as he peered at her down the length of his body.
“Let me touch you,” he growled. “I need to touch you. Aw, fuck!”
His cock disappeared inside of her mouth fully, and the sweet suction she applied had his eyes damn near rolling back in his head. He didn’t want to think about where she might’ve learned to give the most explosive blow job ever, but he couldn’t help but be thankful for the skill she had acquired.
“Fuck, baby,” Tag groaned, “that’s it. Oh, God, McKenna. Suck me harder.” He could no longer control his body as he tried to thrust upward, wanting to go deeper into that soft, velvety warmth as her tongue curled around his shaft, her teeth purposely grazing the hypersensitive underside while the vibrations from her moans shot fire into his balls.
Tag glared down at her, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Please, McKenna,” he begged, “please don’t make me come yet, baby.”
He was hanging by his fingernails, unsure whether the next delicate rasp of her mouth was going to send him over the jagged edge that he was fighting to hang on to. When she quickened her pace, still only using her mouth, Tag’s muscles locked as he fought the demands of his body. “It’s so fucking good, baby! Too fucking good. Don’t make me come yet. Fuck.” Tag knew he wouldn’t last but a second more. “I need to be inside of you when I come. I need to feel you wrapped around me. Don’t make me come, please baby, not yet.”
His words echoed in the otherwise silent room, but they must have worked because McKenna slowed, gently releasing his cock from the heaven of her mouth. She was breathing just as hard as he was, and Tag knew she needed his touch the same w
ay he needed hers.
“Let me go, McKenna. Untie me.” Tag didn’t move, didn’t try to break free of his restraints because, despite his need to take her in ways he hadn’t ever taken her, he was going to give her this for as long as she needed it.
As he locked his gaze with hers, that’s when Tag saw just how much she needed him. McKenna only thought she wanted to be the one in control, but he could see it in her eyes. He was breaking through that hard outer shell, one delicate layer at a time, and he only hoped that, before too long, she would give in to what she needed most.
McKenna Thorne didn’t want to dominate, she wanted to submit.
~*~*~
McKenna kneeled between Tag’s thighs, watching his eyes as he watched her. How was it that this man knew her better than she knew herself? Being in control had always been her way of protecting herself, making sure she never allowed anyone to get too close, or to know too much. Somehow, when she hadn’t been looking, Tag had gotten beyond that wall she had erected in an attempt to keep people out.
She had no doubt that she loved him. She figured that out a while back, but loving him and letting him in were two different things as far as she was concerned. Except, with Tag, they were the same thing.
She had inadvertently let him in, and the only thing she found she wanted was to be in his arms, to be lost to him, to let go. Trying to be the stronger, more assertive one was draining, especially when she was convinced, thanks to the way Tag had taken her body in ways she never imagined, she only wanted to be loved.
“Are you going to tie me up?” McKenna questioned him as she began inching back up his body. She couldn’t resist letting her tongue graze his delectable skin.
“Do you want to be tied up?” he asked as he relaxed farther into the mattress.
McKenna had wanted to make him come, wanted to make him lose control because Tag was a man who was always in control, and it was frustrating. It was also so damn hot to know that he would protect her. He was strong enough for both of them. He made her feel feminine when he was around; as though she didn’t need to be the one holding the reins because he wouldn’t take them from her, but rather he would show her what it was like to hand them over.
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