Gina went to a set of drawers and threw some makeup and jewellery on the bed and rifling through a wallet finally handed him her passport.
Dark nodded his thanks and immediately checked it wasn’t out of date before putting it safely in his inside jacket pocket.
Matthew carried the suitcase downstairs to his car for her while Gina said her goodbyes to Grace. He’d agreed that she could ring her step mum every few days, with him in earshot of course, so Grace was happy enough. Grace realised that she was also party to this. Gina had to promise silence and by association, so did she.
I’ll take good care of her,” he promised Grace. “Perhaps not an ideal solution to my problem but time away will ensure secrecy and keep Gina out of Carlotti’s clutches too,” he explained. “I don’t have a lot of choice. You have to understand I’m just one very nervous businessman with a new product about to hit the market and every rival company you can name is trying desperately to get a sneaky peek.”
Grace nodded, she understood and she knew too that both Carlotti and Spence would happily play on Gina’s emotions and give her anything she asked for in return for the information she had. Grace Deverell could only hope that Dark meant what he’d said but nonetheless would Gina really be safe with him? And when she went over the events of the last few days, she realised that Gina was quite badly smitten with the man. That was a dimension that would only make Gina more hot tempered and emotional than usual. Hopefully wrestling with her feelings wouldn’t get her into any more trouble.
The London traffic seemed lighter on the return journey and it wasn’t long before Matthew swung into the hotel’s underground car park. He took her case and led the way to the lift.
“I keep a suitcase with the basics already packed,” he told her going straight to the bedroom. “So I just need a few extras and some papers then I’m ready.”
Gina hung back, watching him from the bedroom doorway. Was she doing the right thing? He wanted her and she wanted him but that want was very different. She wanted his lovemaking, plain, simple sex - he wanted to possess her – make her submit – dominate her. Whatever happened between them next would be orchestrated entirely by Matthew and her needs wouldn’t even figure. Her eyes were constantly being drawn to the huge silk covered bed. She couldn’t help it; it dominated the room and fired her imagination with all sorts of weird images.
“Come on in,” he invited holding out a hand to her while putting paperwork in a briefcase with the other one.
He watched her flush and turn her face away from him. He could guess what was going on in that pretty head of hers. Every flicker of her big, blue eyes, every give away movement of her body spoke volumes. She wanted him and despite the resistance and the earlier attitude she’d made the decision to submit. The realisation made him stiffen, he needed her and soon.
The time had finally come to start training the lovely Miss Deverell.
Chapter 2
Over the coming weeks he intended to train her, mould her into the yielding creature he demanded all his women became. Despite her defiant nature she would give in to that burning need and became as submissive as all the rest had been because she couldn’t resist him. As these thoughts filled his head he felt an all too familiar stiffening assert itself again. He wanted her - wanted to possess her so much it hurt.
Now that he’d made his mind up he couldn’t resist, the urge was too strong. Dark left the bedroom for a moment and made sure he’d locked the penthouse door and on his return he threw his suit jacket and tie onto the sofa in the sitting room.
“Perhaps what we should do is just cool things for a while,” she told him as he returned. Why oh why did you say that. She chastised herself. “You have issues about what I did, and that’s understandable, so it would seem a good idea to perhaps to take things slow and try to build our relationship again, from scratch,” she paused for a few seconds, her mind in a turmoil and considering her next words carefully. “I think it would be better for both of us if we work really hard at keeping a degree of emotional distance.”
“Emotional distance,” he echoed her words and chuckled softly. “You can certainly rely on that from me, Gina.”
Gina heaved a sigh of relief. So he was thinking along the same lines too. Their relationship might be hot and frantic but both of them were hurtling into something that could spiral out of control – well it could for her certainly.
He gave her a quick smile that Gina took to be his agreement and then began to search through the clothes and papers strewn around the room until finally he found a pair of scissors and tossed them on the bed along side the cuffs and the rope.
“You can’t just leave those things there, so get rid of them” she said watching the scissors land and nodding towards the bed. “The cuffs I mean, at least stash them somewhere out of sight.”
“Making you nervous are they Gina?” He asked scooping up the cuffs and the rope and dangling them tantalisingly in front of her face
“No they’re not but you can’t just leave them lying on the bed for the staff to find. So put them away. Matthew,” she insisted.
“OK, you’re probably right but before I do I really must insist you try them.”
He had that look on his face again, that ‘you’ll do as I say and no arguments’ look. Gina’s body reacted immediately. Her nerve ends tingled and she felt her nipples tighten with excitement. He was doing it again.
“I know you’re nervous but you do want to try them?” He teased. “You want to know what it would be like to have me take you while you’re helpless,” he told her darkly. “You want to know how you’d react as I do what I want to your body while you lie there unable to stop me,” he enticed. “Can you imagine it, Gina, my hands exploring, stroking – my eyes looking everywhere at every last centimetre of you?”
Gina’s heart pounded and her skin pinked again at the thought. His voice was soft and sexy. The picture, the description he’d just painted for her was so alluring that, despite her embarrassment, she couldn’t refuse him.
“But whether you agree or not I must insist that you do as you’re told,” he said taking one of her small wrists in his hand. “Because I know you want to explore the more dangerous, erotic side of your sexuality, don’t you Gina?”
That idea sent an electric flare of the sweetest pleasure through her body and unable to stop herself she reached out and touched the cuffs. What was she doing? Another flash of excitement plunged from her brain to her belly followed by the irresistible urge. Reaching out she felt the coldness of the steel against her fingertips and wondered, with a shudder, if it was a reflection of his heart. A terrifying thought if that was so and she snatched her hand away.
“Every time you’ve kissed me so far, Matthew you’ve rendered me helpless so I don’t see what difference the cuffs will make.”
“So it’s no big deal then, is it? He parried. “But there’ll be no arguments about this,” he told her. “I know there’s an urgent need teasing round your body,” he tempted with that enigmatic smile on his lips.
How did he know, how does he always know, Gina wondered. Looking up into his handsome face she knew she was lost. She was drowning in those dark eyes and she was sure his seductive voice was capable of hypnotising her into doing anything he asked. His eyes stared back at her mysterious as ever and hiding what turmoil of emotions, Gina couldn’t tell. And although she suspected Matthew Dark had a problem with women she couldn’t help herself. Since that first meeting in his office her body had clamoured for his touch incessantly. Perhaps the time had come to admit this and accept his embrace in whatever way he chose to give it.
He smiled at her again, a more calculated and colder smile this time and reached out for her hand. All the while he held her hazy blue eyes with his clear, dark ones. Gina moaned softly as he put her fingers to his mouth and kissed them. The thin sliver of common sense still active in her head was screaming at her to hold back from this but then she felt him place the cold steel around her
wrists and knew it was far too late.
“Nothing to it is there,” he smiled? But this time his smile was as cold, as the steel he’d just encased her wrists in – a humourless smile with a hard dangerous edge to it. An edge Gina hadn’t seen before and although one she couldn’t fathom she was wise enough to realise she’d been a fool to let this go so far.
But Matthew had no such fears. He sighed with a deep sense of relief and ran his hand over the length of her body and this time it was him that shivered with need. His eyes swam in front of hers, eyes with a new and unfamiliar glow.
“Now lie on the bed, on your back for me,” she ordered gently while kissing her cheek and undoing the tie of her blouse.
Fighting this now was pointless and anyway she was being swallowed up by the wave of passion engulfing her body. She wanted this man and nothing else mattered.
Once she was lying down Matthew knelt over her body and took the rope linking it through the chain connected the two cuffs and tied Gina’s arms above her head to the ring in the headboard.
He smiled down at her, that delicious small smile of his and Gina could guess what was going on inside that handsome head. She’d capitulated, willingly allowed him to do this to her and they were both intensely turned on by the mood of the moment. But did that make it right? Don’t wimp out. She let the words roll round her head - giving them time to do their convincing.
“So much for letting things cool down a little then,” she gasped as he checked the rope was secure. Her voice wavered as he met her eyes briefly before they seared over her restrained body. “Perhaps I imagined the emotional distance you just agreed to, Matthew,” she reminded him.
Matthew kissed her cheek reassuringly as he checked the cuffs as well. He knew she’d struggle – she was bound to because very soon he was going to spank her – hard.
“Well as I don’t see the link between emotion and sex I won’t have any problems screwing you,” he replied crudely.
Matthew watched her eyes widen and as a small moan of weak protest escaped her lips he stroked her face gently before running his fingers down over her soft cheek and kissing her hard. His tongue flexed in and out of her mouth while his fingers worked on undoing her bra until finally he had her breasts naked.
“I want you, Gina and you want me too,” he told her his voice a deep, throaty whisper. “I’ve wanted you since that first morning in my office,” he admitted to her before grazing the soft skin of her shoulder with his teeth then moving his lips to her breasts.
Gina swallowed hard – the urge to at least try and stop him taking her this way was still very strong.
“I want you too, Matthew. But not like this, we should wait, like I said before we should try being friends first.”
“No, I’ve told you this is how it has to be. Friends won’t work,” he told her while teasing one of her nipples into a large, erect peak with his fingers. “Not between us anyway,” he added.
Dark didn’t do ‘friends’, not with women he wanted in the way he wanted Gina. He shook his dark head at her with a look of puzzled amusement on his face as if the idea she’d just voiced was utterly outlandish.
Gina was fast loosing the ability to analyse anything he said now anyway. Having him dominate her like this was just so hot, red hot and felt so very, very good. Her flesh was on fire and not just her breasts. His touch infused her body with wild shivers of delight that, like always with him, ended as an achy, hunger deep between her thighs.
It was obvious to her now that Matthew had indeed spotted something in her – something she hadn’t even recognised herself? Something wild and erotic that demanded to be fed this way by a man like him? And what did it matter if he tied her up - this was only sex - his type of sex granted but as she fancied him to the point of obsession - what was the problem?
He lay down beside her prone body and nuzzled down her face. But still the battle raged on, her head and her body were locked in conflict over this man. But every fibre of her being was primed to respond so as he dipped his dark head to kiss her she closed her eyes and kissed him back eagerly.
Gina shivered as he took hold of her again and this time with an urgent passion he wasn’t going to deny any longer. He slaked his tongue over her breasts and nipples as Gina moaned her hot, passionate response. His mouth took each of her swollen peaks in turn and worked with a harshness that only fired her need more. The feel of his lips and tongue scorched across her naked flesh. She wanted him desperately – needed him to take her and now that they were here together, like this - she finally admitted to herself, in his way. She shook with need - not knowing what he’d do to her was driving her wild with desire for him. She was on fire with sexual need and she knew there was no stopping this now.
Matthew took the scissors he’d deliberately tossed onto the bed in readiness earlier. Then as Gina watched him with hazy desire filled eyes he took hold of the hem of her tight skirt and without a moments hesitation he cut straight up the front, right up and through the waistband. Grabbing the loose fabric from around Gina’s body he casually tossed it aside. Next, as Gina moaned with passion, he took the scissors to the sides of her flimsy panties before pulling them off too.
Gina lay on her back, her blouse and bra unfastened and naked from the waist down except for her lace topped stockings. From the moment he’d brought her into this room he’d known exactly what he was going to do to her and how he was going to do it.
But this realisation brought with it a fearful and dangerous excitement that swept through her mind and affected her body like nothing else ever had before. The triangular apex at the top of her thighs was on fire with urgent need, a sharp, painful need that demanded to be satisfied now.
Kneeling between her open legs Matthew ran both his hands over her lower body and took a sharp intake of breath. She was lovely and he buried his face in her soft flesh of her thigh and bit hard as she groaned and wriggled from side to side. Then looking at her flushed face he smirked at her before gently flipping her over so she now lay on her front. Then raising one of his hard, masculine hands high he brought it down with a sharp slap on the soft creamy skin of her backside.
Gina instantly squealed out in pain and her skin pinked at the shock.
“That’s for stealing my plans,” he rasped feeling himself stiffen again rock hard. Satisfied at the response he raised his hand again and slapped her once more.
Gina yelped and wriggled under his hand. “Stop it, stop it now, please Matthew” she begged him. What was he doing to her – she certainly hadn’t expected anything like this?
But Matthew was way passed stopping now and he continued to rain down harsh slaps across her prone buttocks. She shrieked and writhed and begged him to let her go. Gina couldn’t believe what he was doing to her. Nor could she understand her acute reaction to it. Yes it hurt, yes it was horribly humiliating, but each time his hot, male hand connected with her flesh jolts of erotic pleasure flashed through her body that culminated low in her most intimate place until she was throbbing with need. Each slap jarred and caressed both at the same time and stirred a wilder element in her psyche that she just didn’t recognise.
Finally, unable to understand or rationalise this reaction to his sweet torment and afraid of her own growing hunger to experience much more, she cried out again plaintively for him to stop.
“Matthew please, just let me go. You don’t have to do this. We can be lovers but not like this.”
Matthew blinked his dark eyes clear of the carnal mist that filled them and rubbed softly at her reddened buttocks planting gentle kisses on them. He’d hurt her, he’d not really meant to, but sometimes the need was overwhelming and overtook everything else.
Lifting her body slightly Matthew slipped his hand under feeling for her sex. Gina moaned and gave another half hearted cry for him to stop as her last ounce of self control tried to assert itself, but she was wasting her breath as he took no notice. He rubbed her - spread her with his fingers– she was hot and she was
wet too. So she had enjoyed it, despite the cries of pain and her denial she wanted this, just like he’d known she would.
“Sorry, Gina,” he apologised. “But your body knows the truth and it’s betrayed you,” he whispered gently circling her swelling clitoris with his thumb and finger and feeling her lift her hips for him. Her reaction a sure sign that she wanted more. “You’re a certain type, my sweet,” he stroked slowly teasing the hard bud. “The type of woman that likes sex this way so stop complaining and be quiet while I finish this.”
What type was that, she wondered as she lay beneath him her breath rasping between her lips and how had he known? Obviously then she was the Matthew Dark type, the type that had no qualms about being tied up and used in whatever way he wished. This idea flashed in her mind and burned over her skin every bit as hot as his hands. But was it just because it was him? It had to be that because Gina could never imagine submitting this way to any other man.
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