She laid the paper back done on the table. “I guess our twenty-four hours had begun then.” The power of having this magnificent man and his perfect body at her beck and call had her instantly wet. She needed him close already. Sarah wasn’t sure how she’d make this slow-burn, but she had to try. It would be interesting to see if he could relinquish control to her properly.
“How much longer are we in the air?”
“We can be up here as long as you like, or we can be in Paris in three hours. I can get the captain to do another loop if needed.”
“Three hours is plenty for now.”
“You’re the boss.”
Sarah stood, enjoying her newfound position of power, and held out her hand to him. “Care to join me in the shower? I’m sure there’s room for two and parts of me feel very, very dirty.”
He took her in his arms and kissed her. Sarah’s head was light, as he expertly moved his lips over hers, and his tongue met hers in pure desire. Kissing was part of being in love that she loved the most.
Brock ended the kiss and grinned. “I can see I’ll be enjoying this.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it much harder for you.” Sarah smiled at her corny double entendre.
Brock gave a laugh—deep, rich, and impossibly masculine. “I think I’d better do the jokes.”
Sarah laughed as well. “You’re just jealous.” Taking him by the hand, she led them down to the bedroom area and through to the ensuite bathroom. The room was generous in size and just as luxurious as the rest of the plane.
“Are you nervous, Brock?”
“I’ll be honest, Sarah. I’m not sure I can even do this without reverting to being a Dom. If at any time you feel I’m over the edge, use your safe word, ‘greenhouse,’ or simply say ‘safe word.’”
“It does feel weird to me, too. This is how I imagine being in love and lovemaking would be in my fantasies.” Sarah felt a need to speak honestly. “I’ve always wanted to marry someone who was prepared to wait until marriage to have sex but would still be sexy and attentive. I’m not sure he exists.”
She lifted his t-Shirt over his head and revealed the muscular upper body she’d been dying to touch again.
“I’ll do my best. Just know, it won’t be easy for me, but I think not only do I owe you this much for the trust you placed in me, but that it will help dispel some demons of mine.”
“I hope it does, Brock.” Sarah leaned forward and kissed his wide chest and ran her fingers through the dark but sparse smattering of hair—another thing about Brock that was perfect for her. He shivered a little under her butterfly kisses and his hands clenched to soft fists.
She looked up at him, and he didn’t have his usual cock-sure look in his eyes. She wouldn’t say he was scared, but he was definitely uncertain. “Do you want a safe word?”
He frowned and glanced away. Then, he looked back. “What?”
“I just thought, maybe, because this is as out of your comfort zone as me being your submissive was for me…I don’t know. A safe word might help.”
“It’s an interesting concept.”
“Safe words are for when things get too much, and you want out, right?”
“Right. But that’s normally due to pain thresholds or fear while taking the role of the submissive.”
She caressed his bare, hard shoulders and glided her palms over his biceps. He closed his eyes. Sarah smiled at the effect her touch had on him. “I think any ‘out of the comfort zone’ situation could work.”
His eyes opened and his passion had fired. “You might be right. I promise if it gets too much, I’ll simply say ‘stop.’”
Sarah went up on tiptoes to press her lips to his. He kissed her back, hard. She pulled away. “My way, remember?”
Brock threw his arms up in a gesture of surrender.
“This isn’t going to be sex. This is going to be foreplay. I touch, you feel.”
Sarah undid his jeans. “Take those off and your underwear.”
She tried to keep her voice natural and steady despite how she churned inside. Sarah wanted Brock so badly but she wanted to stick with her plan. This was her fairy tale. Maybe a knight in shining armor didn’t exist, but she could take this chance to live her fantasy of lovemaking.
The taps were cold under her hands, but she soon had a steady stream of steamy water that felt just right. Just this once she could make it the way she’d always wanted it to be. Sarah led Brock closer. “Please step into the shower. I’ll undress.”
He did so without argument. There he stood, the water bouncing off his hard body—more superb than a Greek god and sexier than any magazine could ever portray him. Billionaire Brock, the country’s most eligible bachelor, one of the richest men in the world, and her boss. Her lover.
Surreal wasn’t even close and Sarah stripped and stepped in, her skin on his skin. She caressed his lean, muscled body with gentle fingers. He watched her hands move over him and glanced to meet her eyes now and again.
“Breathe, Brock. It’s okay. Do you like me touching you?”
Silly question because the pulse of his hardened cock left no illusions. She wanted to impale herself onto him and come hard. Let the fullness of him stretch her wide again. But this wasn’t about the end game. This was about invoking emotions, letting passions roam, and loving in the moment.
Brock touched her hair, softly stroking his fingers through it. Sarah let her hand move lower. She moved off the top of him and traced around the outline of his substantial erection. Taking him in one hand, his cock rose, hard and proud before her. Sarah touched it ever so lightly, grazing her fingertips the full length and holding the girth at the base to give a light squeeze.
Brock released an earthy growl in his throat and griped her shoulders. Sarah leaned in and kissed his chest. “Relax. Let me explore you. Let me make you come.”
Brock sucked in a breath. “I’m not sure I can. Not without…”
“No pressure. Whatever happens, happens. Just know that it’s okay for you to touch me as well. But no taking over the show.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I’ve never had the urge to suck a man before. But I’d like to taste you. I will later. For now, I intend to soap you all over and let this hot water do its thing. Can you turn and put your hands up on the wall. I’ll start with your back.”
The shower was a snug fit for two, and when Brock turned, Sarah put plenty of body wash on her hands and rubbed from his shoulders down to the top of his taut butt cheeks. The coconut-scented soap foamed, and her hands slid easily over every contour of him. Each defined muscle was taut and tense. Sarah worked her fingers to press the tenseness out of him.
The heated water steamed up, and Sarah throbbed in need for him to touch her. This was how she wanted it, a perfect specimen of a man who needed her. He’d shown her how sex could be about dark control and the heights of ecstasy she could never have imagined. Now she wanted to show him how it could be about patience and gentleness, as well.
Taking her hands around to the front of his body, Sarah pulled up close against him. He sighed as their bodies melded together. She did too. He felt so right against her that she never wanted to let him go. She touched her way over his chest and down his rippled abs, finally stopping at the base of his cock.
His breaths matched hers. Sarah stroked the length of his erection and cupped him with her other hand. The soap let her massage and slide her hand easily, and he growled low in his throat. Sarah moved faster and wondered if he was close to coming, or even if she could make him when he wasn’t in control mode.
She slid her hands from his cock to caress his backside, as she moved away from him. “Now, you wash me.”
She stood back against the glass of the shower wall, and Brock turned. His eyes were darker than ever, and he looked her up and down like a hungry bear. Sarah reached up behind her head and held to the top of the shower wall. “Touch me, Brock. Softly, gently. I want your hands on me.”
> “I want to do things to you. Things to give you exquisite pain. Things that will open your soul to me.”
“I know. But this is my way.”
“Yes. It is.” He traced a fingertip around each of her hardened nipples.
Sarah shuddered under his gentle ministrations. “Trust me; this is torture. Sweet, sweet torture.”
“Good.”
Chapter Eight
Brock was about to explode in pent up energy. He wanted nothing more than to truss her, spank her, open her wide to him, and own her body. This situation, where he was not the aggressor, left him feeling vulnerable. Her touch was beautiful to him. But he didn’t deserve such things. He didn’t deserve to be made love to.
What he’d done in his lifetime, the way he got off, it wasn’t for the likes of Sarah Beaumont and her dreams of true love and soul-meshing. But he owed her this much. He owed her the chance to see that her way was a good way—for her. For Brock, it could never be rainbows and glitter. He spray painted everything black and tarnished the ideals of love and romance.
Here she was before him, giving her body to him, trusting him to be everything she needed him to be. Her hard nipples, as responsive as ever, beckoned to him. He wanted them clamped with gems and adorned in heavy gold chain.
“Wash me.”
Somehow Brock shook all thoughts of domination from his mind and pumped liquid soap onto the palm of his hand. He soaped up his other hand as well and placed them on her smooth skin. She shuddered under his touch, and her begging eyes closed as he cupped her breasts and caressed the soap over and around them. Perfect globes, just over a handful.
He skirted either side of her, down her rib cage to the sensuous flare of her hips and the smoothness of her thighs. Then, he slid his hands back up the inside, gliding either side of her pussy to touch her belly softly and back up to those delectable nipples.
“You’re beautiful, Sarah.”
“Thank you.” She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I feel beautiful with you.”
“I want that. I want to make you feel good. To make love to you in the way you deserve. I wish I could give you a lifetime of that.”
“Shhhh. Don’t talk. Just touch me.”
Brock continued his journey with soapy hands until he’d covered her whole body. He pulled her forward to rinse off the suds while she pressed against him. Her body, soft and yielding. Brock’s mind was going crazy with wanting to take her hard and long. Inside he swelled with feelings, emotions. The things that sought to destroy him.
Her body like velvet beneath his fingers was all he could feel, her soft moans becoming all he could hear. How could he get through this? He thought it would be okay and that he could handle it. But he liked Sarah, he truly did. He knew he should leave her alone, but he simply couldn’t.
She was like a drug to him. Drugs could kill people. His grip tightened around her. He leaned in to bite the flesh on the side of her neck. He pushed her back hard to the glass and growled as the dominant side he used to survive his feelings took over.
Gathering both wrists in his ample hand, he pulled her arms up over her head and punished her mouth with his lips and tongue. Nipping with his teeth, his knee bent between her legs, he worked his thigh muscle against her wanton, wet pussy.
He used his teeth on her neck, down to her heavy breasts and peaked nipples. He pulled at them using his edge of his teeth. Drawing her nipple out, stretching it, until his mouth and teeth slid off the nipple completely. Then, he’d start on the next.
His thigh rubbed up hard between her thighs, and Sarah started to ride his leg. She rubbed and massaged that sweet, moist pussy up and down his thigh. He hoisted one of her legs up over his hip and measured the head of his cock at her entrance. “I’m going to fuck you. Right now. Hard, so hard.”
Sarah moaned, as he let her wrists go, only to focus on twisting a nipple hard with one hand, while he flicked the head of his cock at her entrance, and his finger rubbed her swollen clit hard. If only he had some rope in here.
“Brock! Greenhouse.”
Brock snapped back to reality and let her free. The water stopped. The tank must be empty, they’d been too long. “I’m sorry. I…I lost control.”
“It’s okay. Thank you for honoring my safe word. Come on, we’ll dry each other off.”
“Sarah, you’re driving me insane. I just want to take you and…”
“We have an agreement. You signed it.”
“I know.”
“I realize feelings are tough for you, Brock. Do you want to talk about why?”
“No. It’s nothing really. Jilted lover, parents wouldn’t buy me a toy. The usual stuff.”
Brock noticed Sarah shivering, and he wrapped the fluffy white towel around her and started to dry her hair with another. “You’re cold.”
“I’m sure you can warm me up.”
“Let’s go to the bed. I’ll turn the electric blanket on and in five minutes you’ll be toasty.”
“We’ll be toasty.”
“Sarah, I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
“What isn’t a good idea?”
“This agreement.”
Her eyes flashed back at him. “You signed it.”
“I wanted to try. I owe you that much.”
“Owe me? Seriously? I’m an obligation to you?”
“No.” He continued to dry her hair, and she snatched the towel from his hands. He dried himself off with his towel.
“I signed yours. I was shit-scared. What you did to me. You made it so I couldn’t say my safe word.”
“I pushed you too far, I know. It’s unforgiveable.”
“Almost too far. Almost.” She raised her voice just enough for him to know he was screwed. “But I did forgive you. I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Hell, I even started thinking you’d helped me cope with my attacks.”
She furiously dried herself, and Brock switched on the electric blanket to warm the bed. For a savvy businessman, he sure knew how to fuck things up when it came to personal relationships.
“Now you’re wimping out because you might ‘feel’ something. Big brave man is scared of a bit of touchy-feely. I’m not going to hurt you, Brock.”
“It’s not that. I don’t want to hurt you!”
“I’m a big girl. We have a twenty-four hour agreement, not a marriage. And you’re chickening out.”
“You can’t deny you want the marriage, and the true love crap. I cannot make that happen for you.”
Sarah threw her towel down and marched up to him in her naked splendour. It was like she’d forgotten she was naked. Her eyes flashed anger, and something else he wasn’t sure about. “You know what?”
“What?”
“You’re a fake. You say the way you like to have sex is all about trust. But you can’t trust anyone. You can’t even try to get out of your comfort zone. Hypocrite.” She poked her manicure finger into his chest.
“I’m not a fake. I’ve said right from the start that I couldn’t give any more.”
“Yet, you keep coming back to me. Making things better. Fixing my troubles. Protecting me. Taking care of me.”
“Damn it, Sarah! Can’t you see what you do to me? I can’t resist you, yet I can’t be what you want me to be.” He raked his hand through his hair in frustration.
“What you think I want you to be. It’s not fair. You think you have me all worked out, and yet you won’t even give my way a try. It’s not because you are worried about hurting me; you are worried about feeling your emotions and being hurt yourself. It’s selfish.”
Brock could think of nothing to say. She was right, of course. But he was no hypocrite. He would cross this bridge if it killed him. “Get into bed, Sarah.” He stared her down, and the desire burned and grew inside him.
“I’m calling the shots remember.”
“Fine. Let’s do this then. I’ll stand by the agreement. If I hurt, I hurt.”
“You must know I’ll be here for you. Trust m
e, Brock. I won’t ever throw this back in your face. If this is the end of anything personal between us, so be it.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Get into bed. I’m freezing.”
Brock threw back the covers slid into the bed. Sarah joined him and her body was truly icy. “Fuck! You’re freezing.”
Sarah giggled and pressed herself to him harder.
“Cut that out. You’re like an ice block.”
Sarah put her cold hands between his legs, and Brock jumped and cried out. Then he had to laugh at her laughter. “You’re killing me, woman.” She wrapped her legs around him then and hoisted herself on top of him. “You’re a witch.”
“You’re a cry baby.”
“Stop with all the fancy lawyer talk.”
Sarah laughed and stayed still to just cover his body with hers. Brock pulled the covers up over them, put his arms around her, and just held her. She stilled on top of him. Soon, the warmth spread throughout Brock, and he squeezed Sarah closer to him.
His heart swelled with emotion. How long had it been since he’d just hugged anyone? He tensed up.
“Relax, Brock. I’ve got this.” Her soft hands caressed his face.
Brock drew in a breath and exhaled. Whatever this meant, he was going there. He’d try his hardest to be present in this and emotionally available. He wasn’t even emotionally available to himself, how the hell would he be able to do it for Sarah? He had to try. Not just for her but for himself, as well.
“Sarah, I will try.”
“Thank you.”
Chapter Nine
Sarah held him and stroked his face and shoulders. He’d relaxed, she felt that. He’d said he would try, and she really hoped he’d be able to open himself up a little more. She knew that she had problems with repressed feelings as much as the next person, but Brock’s seemed deeper.
There were times when Sarah had expressed her emotions freely and, yes, she’d been hurt. But life was like that. You got up and you went again. Brock needed to see that feeling something—and even being hurt—wasn’t the end of the world. Plus, one day you might meet the one that wouldn’t hurt you and would be there for you forever.
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