“Ah, I see. I’ll do more than that. Your father has always sounded like a man impressed by outward signs of respectability so I’ll send one of the house guards to deliver this letter. Even if he doesn’t reply, he’ll know you’ve caught someone worthwhile.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“I would.”
The image of that happening made her smile. Ridiculous, yet so Dankyo.
“Okay. I shouldn’t agree to that, but okay. Maybe, one day, my mother will come to visit.” It had been so long, but now, yes, the hope was there.
“Good. There’s something else we haven’t discussed yet, Sofia.”
“Mmm?”
“Theo has agreed to keep your secret.” He ruffled her hair and brought his thighs in and held her with them for a moment. “And luckily for you, Tansu also.”
“That I am the Clockwork Warrior? Why is it being kept a secret, though?”
“What you can do”—he tugged her hair—“any country would pay through the nose to have, or kill for.”
“Hmm. I guess so. Though you’ve seen me at practice. I doubt I could do much without dying myself.”
“Yes, I have. Which is why we’ve ended those. But you’re still lucky Theo is an honorable and good man. He knows having to use this ability fully might kill you. Tansu…she’s something high up in the Heraklos intelligence force, but I would say that woman is in love with you.”
“I know she is, and she’s sweet, but I’m yours forever, Sir. Though you need to get me a better coat next time. House Kevonis gets cold.”
“There’s a million coats I can get you. I tried to borrow Claire’s, though, for today. It has buckles. Ones I could use to tie you into a neat bundle. But she threatened to eviscerate me if I dared touch it. Damn woman.” He reached down and pinched her butt through her tights, and she squealed.
“Stop. Stop!” She tried to pry his hand away. Squirming and giggling at the same time didn’t help. “Dankyo!”
“Stop? Never.” He bit her ear and sucked on it, then inhaled with his nose buried in her hair. “I like hearing that squeak when it hurts you just a bit much.”
She chuckled. “You’re evil.”
“Of course I am. And I have many plans for you. After last night I can see you’re recovered enough for far better things.”
Last night he’d pinned her to the bed and made love to her, hard and rough. She squeezed her thighs together. “Better things?”
“Yes. It’s a little cold today, but next time it’s warm, we’ll come back. I think I’ll rope this ankle of yours, tow you to a tree, and string you up so I can torture you.”
“Ugh. No way. The tree tying—yes. The torture, maybe. Not the ankle towing.” She squirmed around in the circle of his arms and smacked her palm on his chest where his gray frock coat had come unbuttoned.
“No? Not towing? Well then, torture will have to do. For that, I’ll need a knife.”
Magically, he produced a butter knife and wiggled it before her eyes.
“I’m going to see what you think of having a knife tip dragged all over you, around these.” He put the blunt tip to her blouse at the peak of her breast, then traced it round and round her areola before drawing the knife southward, scraping and bumping over the buttons of her caramel-colored blouse. Every so often he slowed the journey of his knife across her body to look in her eyes. She sucked on her lip. He was gauging how much she liked it. She knew him well enough to tell.
As he went past the waistband of her tights to the crotch, she held her breath. The feeling fascinated her. Her voice seemed to have sunk to her toes. “That’s…umm, nice.” She half shut her eyes, wriggled against the knife, and hummed again.
“And then I’ll end, right…here.” He turned the knife and used the handle along her slit, going up and down, denting the cloth into her until she felt moisture following where it rode into her. When he stopped, the knife rested on her clit. Warmth radiated, built. Her pulse centered there, connecting to the knife where it pressed into her.
Just the idea of him using a real knife, a scary sharp one… She shuddered.
“You like that?” With his rough voice speaking right into her ear, and him playing with her, down there, with a knife…God, she was melting into a puddle. “What if I drag the point over your clit and see if I can make you come, while you’re tied to a tree? I won’t cut you.”
She’d closed her eyes. “Lord. You’re asking?” How husky her voice was.
“Yes. I am. I’ve never used a knife on you.”
“But you want to?”
“Yes. I want to make you come with the handle inside you. I want to see you so desperate to come that you push yourself onto it.”
“Let’s say.” She swallowed. “If you don’t do it to me, after telling me all that, I may kill you.”
“Ahh. Killing your Dom is a punishable offence. You need to be spanked before we return.”
She grinned back at him. “Only if you can make me. I dare you, Sir.”
“Do you?” He pushed her off his lap, narrowed his eyes, and spit on his palms. “Then run, little woman. Run. Because when I catch you, you are getting a red ass. Though I think I’ll kiss it first.”
“Spit? Eww. Wipe those first, please.”
One eyebrow twitched. “No.”
Spit? She screwed up her face. He wouldn’t. Would he? Damn, he would.
Now she really needed to run. She went to get up off her knees to sprint and found his hand already on her ankle. Her screams and giggles as he dragged her over the picnic blanket were loud but not so very loud that anyone might come to her rescue. For after all, why would she want to be rescued from her man?
When he fastened her to his lap with an arm of steel over her back and with his leg over her thighs, and yanked down her tights and panties, she stopped struggling. He kissed her ass as he’d threatened to. The first smack went through her like a little quake. The sixth, seventh, and eighth, with his whole hand thwacking onto the lower part of her buttocks, shook her loose from herself, making her give in completely and crumple across him. Her thighs parted and spread, revealing her labia to him. Her wetness. She imagined him looking and instantly got even wetter.
“Red.” He rubbed his palm in circles over her ass where he’d hit her.
“Mmm.”
Carefully, he turned her over so she was looking up at him, then pulled down her clothing at the front so her mound was bare also. Arched back, looking up at him, she wondered, What was he up to?
“Remember what we removed when you came here?”
What… There was only one thing. The clitoral ring? “Yes, I do.”
“I’d like to put my own ring here.” He cupped his hand over her pussy, then dug in a pocket, held up his hand, and showed her a tiny gold ring. “It has our names on it, Dankyo and Sofia, of House Kevonis.”
“Oh.” Her chest ached. This was scary, and a little odd, yet…it meant something to him. And to me. It made her feel like she belonged, here. House Kevonis.
“Well?”
She wanted to please him, and glanced from the ring to his face, and back again. So tiny, so beautiful what he’d had etched on there. Thinking of a clit ring attached to her again terrified her a bit. But, this was Dankyo.
“Yes, Sir,” she said softly. “Yes, please. I would do this for you gladly.”
“I’m honored that you trust me enough to do this.” He smiled down at her then beckoned. “Come here.”
She sat up and hugged him, her arms sliding under his and around his chest. “Thank you, Sir. I mean, I know how hard it is for you to let me stay here.”
“Shh. But it’s not anymore. I want you with me.”
She drew her arm to the front and played with one of the buttons on his coat. Did he really mean that? Questions swirled into her mind.
“What is it?” He kissed the top of her head. “I can tell you’re thinking.”
A sigh escaped, then she answered. “I won’t interfere with h
ow your men see you? I don’t want to mess that up.”
“No. Of course not.”
“They might see you as more…human.”
He laughed, and the bass rumble under her ear felt good.
“I’m sure I can still terrify them.”
“Mmm.” She peeked up at him, warmed and given courage by the emotion she saw in his eyes. “What about all the other things we haven’t spoken of? There are so many things we have to decide on. They’re pieces to our lives, I guess.” She wriggled upright again. “Like children.” She stopped. She’d been going to say more but that was the big one.
From the stillness of his face, perhaps she’d picked the wrong moment. Anxiety peaked. She didn’t know what Dankyo wanted, and then too, maybe her strange ability would stop her having babies.
“Was I wrong to ask?”
“About children?” He took her hand and squeezed it. “No. You weren’t.”
He paused for so long that even though he stroked her back, she began to think she’d been wrong after all.
Then he spoke. “Sofia, I’m not the best at this sort of talk, but I love you, and I acknowledge it.” His ribs expanded as he drew in a long breath. “Seeing you, touching you, knowing you’re mine, fills my heart. I haven’t thought about children, but yes, we should talk.” His grip on her hand squeezed harder with his next words. “And yes, I want to be a father to your children.”
He did? Her chest filled to the brim with elation, and she wondered if she might burst at any moment. Pulling his hand up, she laid her cheek against the back of it and said quietly, “I can’t believe I’ve got you all to myself. I love you too, you know.” She kissed his hand. “Even though you’re grumpy sometimes.”
“Grumpy?” He drew her back to his embrace and tightened his arms. “I’ll even let you call me that, today, without smacking your ass. That’s how much I love you.”
“Sounds good,” she whispered. “It sounds really good. Only promise me tomorrow you’ll punish me.”
That he laughed at her words made her smile into his coat and breathe deep.
“Done. You’ll be in trouble tomorrow. I promise you, I’ll turn your ass very, very pink. But now I have a better idea. I want to kiss you.”
Then he gently turned her head and lowered his lips to hers in a kiss that sent wonderful warm messages of fulfillment and happiness tingling right the way down to her toes. Sofia sighed, grabbed his lapels, and kissed him back. Dankyo was hers, and she was his, and she was going to make damn sure nothing would ever separate them again.
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Three Days of Dominance
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THE STEAMWORK CHRONICLES Series
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Steel Dominance
Cari Silverwood
Cari Silverwood writes the way the world should be—dangerous and sexy with bullets piercing the darkness and lovers wrenched close by ropes. When you need escape, when you need that rough lover to bring you to your knees, here you will find stories to singe your fingers. The taste of adventure, the tang of BDSM, the burn of fantasy run wild. Brace yourselves, if you dare to read.
And, in this real world, she has a lovely family in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs, a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what she writes, and a furry menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.
Main Web site: http://www.carisilverwood.net
Blog: http://somewriteithot2.blogspot.com
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
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