Love My Way

by Bridget Midway

  Before he got back into bed, he retrieved a condom from the night stand. Eagan had to protect them both, and it was apparent neither one had strong wills.

  “Hands over your head.”

  She did as instructed. Eagan bound her wrists to the metal headboard. He got in bed with her and forced her legs open. The next time they were together he would have to shave her. The hair had to go.

  He ducked his head between her legs and devoured her sweet cunt. Her juices flowed heavier now than in any of the times they had been together. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, this Lifestyle, this treatment suited her.

  He licked her salty juices then dipped his tongue inside of her. She moaned. Her body writhed in this incredible fashion, like she was dancing but on her back. Eagan kissed his way up her body, over her flat, muscled stomach, to her round breasts then kissed her. While he kissed her, he plunged his cock deep inside of her. She screamed in his mouth while they kissed. Her long legs coiled around his body.

  “This feels so good! Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” She pumped her hips to match his thrusts.

  Sweat poured from his body. He hooked one leg around his arm and pumped away inside of her. He felt her constricting around his shaft and knew she was close.

  “Please!”

  The desperation in her voice tore at his heart. She pulled on the scarf binding her wrists. Eagan’s sac tightened along with his gut. He couldn’t stop the tremors that riddled his body. He had to have her as much as she needed him.

  “Now, Begonia, now!”

  She arched her back and squeezed her legs around him so tightly, he didn’t think she would let him free. A low, gritty moan radiated from her mouth. He pushed himself deep inside and held himself there. He came deep inside of her and wanted more of her.

  Eagan rolled off her body.

  “Don’t tell me,” she began.

  Eagan propped his head up on his hand to look down at her.

  She gazed at him. “This doesn’t mean that I will continue on in the competition, right?”

  This time he couldn’t help but laugh at her. “And here I thought you didn’t understand me.”

  * * * *

  “At some point, are you going to untie me?” Ananda pulled on the scarves still binding her wrists to the bed.

  Eagan cocked a smile and ran his fingertips from her lips, where she extended her tongue to taste him again, down between her breasts, over her stomach and stopped right at her pubic hairline. Damn the mask. She wanted to take it off. Show him the real her, the real Ananda.

  “Nope. I like you like this. In case you’ve forgotten, I am the Dom here.” His fingers caressed her small bit of hair that covered her vagina. “This has got to go.”

  Just when she had settled in to enjoy the feeling, he had to go ruin it. “Shave my hair off? You want it smooth?”

  “Yep.”

  “What if I don’t like it that way? What if I think it’s weird?” Why would a man want to see a woman without hair there? It was crazy. It was kind of creepy.

  “Makes eating you much easier.”

  “It’s gone by the end of the day.” Forget creepy. Anything to get this man to continue giving her exquisite pleasure with his mouth, she was all for it.

  “Have you always had submissive tendencies?” He kissed the side of her breast.

  “Depends on what you would call submissive tendencies.” Ananda inched her way closer to Eagan to get him to kiss any part of her body again.

  “The overwhelming need to serve. Have a need to let someone else make decisions for you. A need to just be what someone else wants you to be.”

  Yep, that didn’t describe her one bit, especially the part about letting someone else make decisions for her. When she gazed into Eagan’s eyes, she was willing to do that and then some. Where the hell did that feeling come from?

  “Yes, I have those feelings,” Ananda finally answered.

  From the way Eagan smiled, he must have believed her. She said it pretty convincingly. Maybe too convincingly.

  “Then why did you wait until now to act on them?” He licked his tongue around her nipple.

  Damn, this wasn’t fair.

  “I don’t know. Just not a good time, I guess.” She sighed as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. “If you want to carry on a conversation with me, you’re going to have to stop doing that.”

  “You’re going to have to learn to control yourself. I do what I want when I want and I expect people to adapt around me.” His hand busied itself massaging her other breast.

  “Of course. What was I thinking?”

  Ananda decided not to look at him. Maybe it would lessen how good it felt having him licking and touching her if she didn’t see him do it. Yeah, right.

  “So tell me,” she began, “what happened to your last submissive?”

  Eagan stopped. His hand slithered off of her body and his mouth detached from her nipple. Ananda turned her head to look at him.

  “Ophelia was a young woman. Maybe about your age or a little younger.” He sat up in bed. “She decided that serving wasn’t her thing. She wanted to try acting, which meant going to Hollywood, which meant being away from me for long periods of time.”

  “You are one of the biggest Hollywood producers. Why didn’t you move to be with her?” Ananda needed to know this, because she had planned on making a name for herself as a dancer through this show.

  “My home is here. I didn’t want to move and she knew that. But there are things my submissive does that I don’t get from my slaves.”

  “Sex?”

  “That’s one thing. My submissive really is my partner in life. She’s supposed to share everything with me and I—” He gazed down at Ananda. “I share with them.”

  “So she kept this part about wanting to be an actress from you?”

  “Along with a lot of things.”

  “You’re in the biz. You could have easily found a show for her that would have kept her close to you and made her happy.”

  Eagan shook his head. “No. If there was something outside of our home life that she wanted, I wanted her to get it on her own and not through me. I felt like she was trying to use me for those connections. So I released her, and she wanted to be released. I let her pursue her acting career and I wished her well.”

  “Seems kind of cold.” Ananda’s flesh had grown frigid thinking about Eagan putting this woman out of his house.

  “It was very difficult. I had grown very, very attached to her. And I thought she felt that way about me.”

  “Did your family help you cope through it?” Ananda chewed on her lower lip waiting for his answer.

  She knew something was up with him and his family. Eagan got very tight-lipped during their very first dinner when she brought them up.

  “No,” he said simply.

  “You don’t deal much with your family, do you?” she asked.

  Eagan let out a long sigh. His breath feathered over her body.

  “Things changed within the last few months.”

  “What kind of things? It can’t be that bad. You can always forgive your family anything.”

  “Yes, but can they forgive me?”

  Ananda blinked. “What happened? What did you do?”

  “I let my father die.”

  No, Eagan couldn’t be that cold and heartless. The way he made the statement, he came off as a bastard.

  “At least, that’s what I think my mother thinks about me,” he concluded.

  Ananda exhaled and relaxed her hands. She remained quiet. If he wanted to talk about it she would listen. She would have to. He still had her tied to the damn bed.

  “He had been ill for some time, but he managed to hold on. I would go away on a trip. He would tell me before I go, ‘See you when you get back’ and that’s how it was between us. I would do my business, come home, and see him. He would greet me with a smile and said that he hung around just to see me again.”

  Ananda smile
d during his story. She felt his deep love for his father through every word he uttered, making her heart thrum.

  “A couple of months ago, I attended an awards show. I told my father that I was going. He did something different this time.” Eagan cleared his throat. “This time he said goodbye. I still remember feeling my mother’s hand squeezing mine when he said that. My mother begged me to stay home, but I told her he would be fine. He always was and always will be.” He sniffed. “I won an award that night and my father passed away.”

  “I’m so sorry.” Ananda wanted so much to hold him. She tugged on her bindings then relaxed her body. “Your mother can’t possibly think that his death was your fault.”

  “I think that. And if that’s how I’m feeling, then she has to feel the same way.” He rested his hand on her stomach.

  “She’s your mother. She wouldn’t blame you for your father’s death. Besides, she lost her husband. Don’t let her lose her son, too.”

  “She has Christian, my younger brother. They don’t need me. They’ve always hated what I do.”

  “Being a Dominant?”

  “No, worse. Being a Hollywood producer.”

  The room got quiet before Eagan cracked a smile.

  “Ha, ha. Very funny.” When the laughter died down, she pushed another idea at him. “I think you should go see your mother right away.”

  “What? And leave you tied up?”

  “If that’s what it takes.” Ananda fully understood the importance of family. She hoped her family would understand why she did all of this for this man.

  He put his hand on Ananda’s thigh. “In some ways, you remind me of my previous submissive.”

  Ananda swallowed. Not a good thing to hear from him, especially since he’d kicked this woman to the curb for expressing her interest in something other than Eagan Morton. “I don’t want to be an actress.”

  “No, not that. Just … never mind.”

  “No, no. Come on. Please tell me. Please?”

  He spread her legs apart and positioned himself in between them. “The sex.” He grinned devilishly.

  “Yes?”

  “Amazing. But with you, there’s something a little different. Something just a bit special.”

  She raised her hips off the bed and twirled her pelvis in the air. “Is it the way I move my hips?”

  He laughed. “Something like that.”

  “Do you know everything there is to know about sex?”

  He blinked. “Odd question, but please explain.”

  “I mean, you’re into BDSM, in which there are different little fetishes.”

  “Such as?”

  Ananda cleared her throat. “Anal sex.”

  “Yes. You want to try it now?” He moved in between her legs, positioned his steadily rising cock between her ass cheeks, and held her thighs.

  She shook her head. “No, no. That can wait.”

  He laughed at her again. “What else you got?”

  “Electrical play?”

  He nodded. “I’ve done that. Not my fave, but I’ve trained on how to do it safely.”

  “Medical exams?”

  “Have my own gynecological exam table in my dungeon with sterile supplies. I can’t wait to get you into my dungeon.”

  She swallowed again. This time, he caught her terrified expression.

  “You shouldn’t be afraid. As long as you trust me, you should never be afraid of what I do to you. For example, do you trust me with a knife around you?”

  “What?”

  He sprang from the bed without further explanation and walked out of the room. While he was gone, Ananda worked as fast as her heart pumped to untie herself. What the hell did this man have in store for her? Why did she let him tie her up and so far from the main house? Why was she getting wet again and why were her nipples getting harder the longer he was away from the room? Could she really be into this scene?

  Eagan stood at the doorway with his hands behind his back. “Close your eyes and don’t peek.”

  “What are you doing?” Ananda had to know before turning her life over to this man.

  “Do you trust me?”

  Instead of verbally answering, she closed her eyes. She heard him walking toward her. Then the bed sank where he sat next to her.

  “I have a knife in my hand,” he said in a low voice. “I’m going to run it over your body. I may make some small cuts but nothing life-threatening.”

  Ananda’s bottom lip trembled. Without warning, she felt something cold and sharp touch the center of her chest. She gasped as he made his way down the center of her body.

  “You really do have beautiful skin. Such a rich caramel color. Mixed with your blood, it’s almost like art.”

  She felt something dripping down her stomach. Then she felt Eagan’s tongue licking at her navel. Her belly tightened and she recoiled.

  “Your breasts are wonderful too. So firm and perfectly round.” He ran the cold blade over her breasts, around her nipples and underneath each breast. Again, he lapped his tongue over both. “Your nipples are great, too. I think I’ll take one as a souvenir.” He ran his hand in a swift motion under one nipple.

  Ananda’s eyes opened and she looked down at what she thought would be a bloody mess. Instead, she only saw wet marks where he’s licked. Did he heal her as soon as he laved her? She examined both nipples. They were fine. One looked wet, but other than that, she was okay.

  “What did you do? How did you do that?” she asked between panting breaths.

  Eagan held up a circular disc-shaped ice cube. “A lot of BDSM is mind games.” He ran the ice cube over her body.

  What she imagined as a cold steel blade was actually the ice. She flopped her head back on the pillows.

  “And here I thought you were really a sadistic guy. I really thought you were cutting me up and licking my blood.”

  “No, you didn’t. If you truly did, you would have screamed bloody murder as soon as I touched you. But you trusted me. And face it, you wanted to keep playing.”

  “Don’t you hate being right all of the time?”

  Eagan looked pensive for a while, then shook his head. “Strangely, no. I love it.” He popped the cube in his mouth and crushed it with his teeth.

  “So what else did you want to ask me? Any more fetishes you want to know about?”

  “Just one.” She pulled on the scarves to sit up a bit more. “Rape fantasy.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest. “I know about it and I’ve been trained in it, but it’s not really my thing. Are you into that?”

  She shook her head. “No, of course not.”

  Eagan stood and scanned her body. “The way you are now, I could easily accommodate your fantasy.”

  She waved her hands as much as she could. “That’s okay. Just wanted to know if you knew how to do it.”

  He glanced at his watch. “It’s late. Time to get you back before your roomies start to get suspicious. And I do have work to do.” He untied her.

  As soon as she was free, Ananda rubbed her wrists. They didn’t hurt from the bindings, just from the position. She watched him slipping on his pants. Watching him and admiring the perfection of his body caused her pussy to throb.

  “Eagan. I mean, Master Eagan.” She got out of bed and looked around for her dress. Then she remembered it was in the front room where he had ripped it off of her.

  “Yes, Begonia.”

  She wanted so much to tell him her real name. Not yet. He would either know when he eliminated her or when she won. She hoped it would be the latter.

  “I’m going to try very hard to win.”

  “Kind of hard to take you seriously when you look like Batgirl.” He smiled. “But I appreciate the sentiment.” He took the scarves down from the posts. “Guess I had better have these cleaned and pressed for the next time my mom shows. She loves these damn scarves.”

  “They are beautiful and they felt good against my skin.” She smoothed her hand over her inner wris
t to recall that sensation.

  She walked into the main room. It was then she noticed that everything in the house was decorated all in white, from the walls to the carpeting to the furniture. This place was definitely for a neat freak.

  As soon as she got dressed, Eagan touched her arm.

  “Thank you.” He cleared his throat again. “Thank you for letting me, well, allowing me to—”

  She didn’t care to hear anything else from him. She smothered his mouth with kisses. “You’re welcome.”

  After today, Ananda was convinced. She had to win this competition. Not because of her dance career or revenge. She wanted and needed this man.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “The hate mail is already pouring in.” Phil shook his head and, as usual, ran his fingers through his hair.

  “Hate mail? You mean more than usual?” Eagan slipped on a pair of slides as he sat at his desk.

  He was used to angry letters from women proclaiming that he was a misogynist and a sexist pig. What else could they hate him for now?

  “The word is out that the four of the seven contestants you have left are African-American.”

  Eagan stood. “So?”

  “So, there are some rumblings about, well, you know.” Phil rubbed the back of his neck, another one of his annoying habits.

  “No, I don’t. So spell it out to me.”

  Phil took in a deep breath and said in the exhalation, “They’re comparing this competition to the slave days.”

  Molten lava boiled through is body. “Are you kidding me?”

  Phil shook his head.

  “Aren’t two of those African-American contestants former submissives?” Eagan didn’t remember a lot from the applications, but he did remember that.

  “Yes, but they were with African-American Masters. With you, there would be this whole white master-black slave thing.”

  “For one thing, she wouldn’t be my slave. She would be my submissive. There’s a difference.” Eagan headed to the door.

  “Not by much. At least, not to the viewing audience.” Phil held up his hands. “Look, I know you’re not a racist guy. But your name is becoming mud out there to the viewers. Figure out a way to cut out the four black contestants and you’ll be okay.”