Her tongue comes out to swipe at her bottom lip, and I swear to fuck, I almost jump her bones, right there on her comfortable couch with her bundled up and cuddly.
The only thing that stops me is this conversation we’re having. It’s more important than satisfying my cravings. There will be plenty of time for that later. Like the rest of our lives.
“So you’re saying I have to trust you and you’ll give up your control for me?” Her tone is skeptical, and she eyes me suspiciously, as if waiting for a hint to call me out on my shit.
I gaze steadily back at her, unwilling to hide anything. “I’m not saying it will be easy. We’ll fight and stumble our way through figuring it out together.” She stays quiet, and I continue. “But it’s our love language, so we are the only ones who will define the terms in it. It doesn’t matter what we choose, how unconventional it is, as long as we’re both comfortable with it, that’s all that matters.”
Sarah is shaking her head by the time I finish. “It’s not that simple,” she protests.
Spreading my hands on her legs, I use my fingertips to dig into her calf muscles. “What’s so complicated about it? Whatever we want to do together, we’ll talk it through and figure it out as we go.”
Her eyelids droop further, and her body seems to melt into the cushions as I knead the backs of her slim legs. I stay silent for a while, enjoying having my hands on her and being with her in this intimate environment.
My hands slide up and down her legs, and it’s strangely soothing for me. I fall into the rhythm, but when I look up at Sarah, her eyes are on my face and there are a million questions circling around in her green depths.
I know she’s a planner and won’t be able to rest until our conversation has ended and we have set plans into place.
But this is our relationship, not a normal workday at the office where she can fill her calendar the night before and then follow it to the letter the next day.
We can’t plan for everything. There has to be room for spontaneity and growth. I’m excited how we do that together, but it’s clear Sarah doesn’t share the same thoughts.
Making a quick decision, I gently remove her feet from my lap and stand up. “You don’t believe me. And I know you won’t rest until we settle this.” Offering my hand to her, I urge, “So let’s go.”
She makes no move to get up from the couch, eyeing my proffered hand with a touch of trepidation. “Go where?” she asks.
My reply is a husky whisper meant to entice her into agreeing. “To the bedroom.”
Her eyes widen comically, and if I wasn’t so aroused that I was threatening to split the seam of my pants, I would find her expression hilarious. But I can only wait in breathless agony for her to accept.
“We can try something, an experiment of sorts to see how it will be between us. We don’t have to go too far or do anything you won’t be comfortable with.”
“An experiment?” she clarifies. I can see her turning the idea over in her head, looking at it from all angles.
I want to drop to my knees and take her mouth in a devastating kiss, but instead I wait patiently. I age ten years in the minutes she takes to form a decision.
“We could do that, I suppose,” she finally says. “An experiment to see if we fit well with each other.”
The words are simply paraphrasing what I initially suggested, but the way she voices them, as if already distancing herself from this, fills me with possessive rage.
My hands ball into fists, and I bend over her, hovering an inch from her puzzled face. “This experiment,” I emphasize, “is to discover each other and see what we like together.” I press my mouth to hers in a short, swift kiss then speak against her lips, “But make no mistake, Sarah—we are together. Nothing we do in there will change that.”
I nod toward the bedroom and then look into her eyes, my mind feeling ablaze with determination and promise.
“You are mine, wildcat.” Bending low, I sweep her up into my arms, blanket and all, and head straight for the back hallway. “Forever.”
Chapter 6
Sarah
My mouth is hanging open in shock as Robert picks me up and strides toward my bedroom, his steps sure, as if he’s been there hundreds of times.
I left my bedroom door open when I came out after changing my clothes, and he makes his way toward it, twisting sideways to enter with me still in his arms.
It feels oddly symbolic, this gesture of him carrying me over the threshold of my room, and his brown eyes burning down into mine tells me he doesn’t miss the significance.
I’ve been in control of my life from the moment I left my dad’s house, promising to never be under someone else’s thumb ever again. I make my own decisions and protect my independence as fiercely as a mother would her newborn baby.
But as Robert settles me down on my bed and removes the blanket from around me, placing it carefully on the mattress, I feel a stirring in my heart.
Is it relief? Contentment? Is Robert taking charge like this actually appealing to me?
The idea is ludicrous, and it stiffens my spine.
I’m as in control of this situation as he is. No way will I let him have all the power here. I’ve already relinquished too much, with not walking inside my room on my own, letting him carry me in here instead.
With that thought in mind, I sit up from my prone position and swing my legs over the side of the bed, reaching up with one hand to grasp Robert’s tie and pull him down to my waiting mouth.
He comes willingly, not even a hint of resistance in his body as I tilt my head back and nip at his upper lip.
His groan reverberates through my body, lighting my nerve endings on fire as his hands spear into my hair, twisting the strands between his fingers to position my head the way he wants.
I let him have the access he desires but keep pulling on his tie as I fall backward on the bed, taking him with me so I’m lying underneath him with his weight pressing me down into the mattress.
His lips curve up as he kisses me more deeply.
“Something you find funny?” I ask him in between licks and nibbles.
“You don’t give an inch.” His voice sounds almost proud, and it causes my heart to skip a beat.
I frown at him and scrape my teeth along his jaw in retaliation.
His breath hisses out in a rush, and he growls into my neck, “My woman likes to make me work for it.”
Rough palms slide up my ribcage and capture my nipples, the stiff peaks taut and aching. He rolls them between his fingers, his gaze riveted to my face as I moan.
“And you know I love it when she does that,” he rasps out as his head descends again, and what we were talking about gets lost as our tongues tangle together.
We kiss for what seems like hours, breaths mingling and moans and growls filling my bedroom. Robert continues to roll my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as his head lowers and he suckles at the pulse thrumming wildly in my neck.
I arch my back, and my legs lift automatically to twine around his waist.
Restless longing surging inside me, I can’t decide where to put my hands. I grasp his shoulders then move them down his back, thinking that’s more appropriate. I can’t get out of my head enough to truly enjoy this experience.
A wave of despair washes over me, and hopelessness threatens to drown me.
I can’t do it. I can’t let myself go, can’t be absorbed into this moment with him.
My mind whirls with confusion and uncertainty.
As if sensing that I’m not present, Robert stops tasting my neck and raises his head to look at me. His eyes narrow at my troubled features, and I slide my hands up his back to lock them around his neck, attempting a reassuring smile. But it’s clear he isn’t convinced.
“What’s wrong?” he asks gently, one of his hands coming up to my jaw, his thumb sweeping small circles on my skin.
“Nothing. I just…” I have no idea how to explain the thoughts swirling aroun
d in my head, so I raise up and press my lips to his, my hands unconsciously moving down his back again.
Robert starts to kiss me back, but at the movement of my hands, he stops what he’s doing, takes my wrists from around his body, and pins them over my head.
Immediately, it’s as if a switch is flipped, and my whole body relaxes as the tension thrumming in my veins drops to a mild buzz.
My reaction doesn’t escape his notice.
“You trust me?” he asks, holding my wrists in one of his hands as the other goes up to his tie, undoing the knot and sliding it from around his neck.
“Yes.” My voice is soft, and I realize in that moment that I mean it—I do trust him.
I’ve been working with him for the past six months, and in all that time, I’ve seen him be nothing but honorable and kind and decent. I tug at my hands almost as an afterthought, and when his grip doesn’t budge, little sparks shoot off inside me and molten heat pools low in my belly.
The response confuses me but not Robert.
His eyes sharpen with something akin to understanding and determination. He leans down again, but this time he doesn’t go for my neck. Nudging aside the neckline of my nightshirt, he wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks the hardened bead into his mouth.
My back arches, and I writhe against his body, moaning his name. “Robert, yes!”
His husky words of encouragement against my skin don’t register as I’m lost to the mind-numbing pleasure he’s giving me.
Until, suddenly, he stops. His head lifts up, and his lips are glistening, his eyes hooded with restrained desire and need.
It takes me a few seconds to restart my brain, but when I come out of my haze, I see him looking down at me, waiting for something. For what, I don’t know.
I arch my eyebrow at him in question. He remains silent and continues looking down at me, an almost solemn light in his eyes.
Moments pass, and when I go to cup his face, I realize I can’t move my hands.
What the actual hell?
I look up and see he’s bound my hands to the headboard. With his tie.
The bastard. I’ll kill him.
“What is this?” I screech.
I tug at the binding, but it remains tight.
“Let me go,” I hiss at his passive form, continuing to tug at the bonds to no avail.
They’re tightly secured and don’t give an inch.
“Robert, this isn’t funny. Let me go. I didn’t agree to this.” My voice is seething, and I’m fuming at the gall of this man. Tying me to my bed!
I will myself to calm down and seek an explanation first before taking any action. He’s clearly lost his mind or having a mental breakdown of some sort. I need to give him a chance to defend himself.
Yes, that is the rational course of action, I think, nodding to myself in agreement.
“Free me from this right now, Robert,” I command in a slightly uneven tone that I’m proud I could manage, given the compromising position I’m in.
My body is splayed on the bed, my hands stretched over my head and secured to the slats in my headboard with the silky material of Robert’s black tie. My left breast is hanging out of the neckline of my shirt, and Robert is straddling the lower half of my body, his knees on either side of me and his face a mask of unapologetic lust.
“Robert,” I warn, bringing my knees up and trying to buck him off me. Of course the man weighs double what I do, and he it doesn’t budge at all.
His lips tilt up at my efforts to free myself, and he slowly and infuriatingly spreads his thighs wider, settling more firmly on top of me. His every action is a taunt aimed at me, and it only fuels my anger and indignation more.
“You said you trust me,” he reminds me in an innocent tone not suited to this situation. His eyes roam over me and heat up. “That includes trusting me to take care of you. To take care of your release.”
The last word comes out in a primal grunt, the words barely intelligible as his head dips. Scorching heat follows where he licks a line from the middle of my chest up my throat to end at my mouth, his tongue delving inside and slicking up against mine.
I bite down on the invading appendage and turn my head to the side. “I’m not playing this game with you,” I spit out, trying to get my haywire breathing under control.
“It’s not a game,” he tells me. “I’m very much in earnest.” The mischievous twinkle in his eyes belies his serious tone. “We’re experimenting, remember?”
I refuse to be drawn in by this new, teasing side of him and try to bounce him off me again. The move is not only unsuccessful, it has the opposite effect of the one I intended.
My one breast still exposed to the air by the stretched-out neckline of my shirt bounces with my movements, and Robert’s eyes immediately fixate on it. He licks his lips, and I expect him to pounce on me again, but he surprises me by lifting his gaze to meet mine, albeit with very noticeable difficulty.
If I wasn’t still so angry at him for tying me up and then refusing to free me, I’d be very turned on at his evident obsession with my body.
“Tell me you didn’t relax the moment I took control and tied you up,” Robert says to me. “Convince me you are not, even now, enjoying this, and I’ll free you this instant.”
“That’s not the point,” I argue. “We didn’t talk about this beforehand. You didn’t ask me—”
He cuts me off again, and I’m getting mighty pissed at his constant interruptions.
In the office, he hardly ever speaks much, content to sit there and watch me with steady eyes. Now, he is unearthing this whole new persona behind closed doors, and I’m not sure how to feel about it.
“If I’d asked you, you would’ve refused.” His guess is accurate, and I’m slightly disturbed by how much he seems to know the inner workings of my brain.
Slightly disturbed but even more turned on. And that is all kinds of wrong I won’t even think about right now.
At my continued silence, he smirks and leans down to nuzzle my hair. “You know I’m right, wildcat. You would never give up control to me.”
I turn my head further to the side, and he takes advantage of the increased space to run his lips lightly down the side of my face and over my neck.
“So I didn’t ask you for it. I simply took it.”
His teeth bite down on that arrogant statement, and a moan escapes me despite my best efforts not to let it.
“This way you can’t be mad at yourself and you can be free to enjoy this experience.”
The colossal nerve of this man astounds me. He is a scoundrel of the highest order. He is a devil in a custom-fitted suit.
He is…right.
The thought slams into me with the force of a bulldozer. Robert is right. By not giving me the choice, he took the decision out of my hands, and I feel freer for it. I feel more attuned to this moment than I did before, when my mind was filled with a million swarming uncertainties and I was second-guessing every decision and every move. Even something as simple as where to put my hands while he tongued me.
My body loses some of its rigidity at the realization that I’m truly free. I don’t have to decide how this encounter will progress, and the absence of control makes me relax and turn pliant.
Robert feels the change in my body, and his own relaxes in turn, giving me more of his weight as his hands come up to frame my face and he gives me a sweet, soft kiss.
“You taste like the sweetest of desserts.” His lips trail down to my still-exposed nipple, and he takes it greedily into his mouth. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I feel my shirt being pulled up as Robert’s hands slide underneath it to rove over my skin. I arch into his touch, feeling wild and free and completely possessed by him.
My body undulates under his as Robert alternates between sucking and nipping at my breasts. My shirt is bunched under my chin, and my pants are hanging around my ankles. I free one leg and wrap it around Robert’s body.
“Give
me more,” I demand.
His light chuckle grazes the valley between my heaving breasts. “Topping from the bottom, are you, wildcat?” he tuts.
I growl and undulate my body underneath his, trying to rub my aching core against his hard length. Robert groans and slides his hands down to my hips, pinning them to the mattress and stilling my movements.
Before I can voice my protest, his pelvis comes down to rest against mine in the splayed vee of my thighs, and he grinds down. Hard.
Sparks shoot behind my eyelids as Robert’s suit trousers rub against my cotton-covered sex. My hands automatically tug at my bonds, and realizing I can’t get free only ratchets up my excitement.
“Yes, Robert, like that,” I spur him on with my words.
In the next instant, Robert has my legs open wide with his hands on my thighs to keep me spread as he thrusts, thrusts, thrusts.
My screams of pleasure mingle with his groans as we both strain against each other, our bodies moving in sync.
When I fall over the edge, my whole body jolts with the intensity of my climax, and I hear Robert follow me with a roar as wetness spreads over my panties.
In the aftermath, I’m only dimly aware of Robert loosening his tie and bringing my arms down to lightly kiss and massage my wrists. He takes my clothes off completely and arranges me in the bed so I’m more comfortable.
I go along with his actions in a docile mood, only protesting when I think he’s going to leave.
“Shh, wildcat,” he reassures me, untangling my arms from around his neck. “I’m just going to the bathroom to clean up.”
I listen to his soft footfalls as they retreat from my room and then the rush of water before I feel my panties being tugged aside and a warm cloth pressed gently over my heated core.
I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
Chapter 7
Sarah
Golden rays of light are peeking in through my bedroom window when I feel the rough scrape of a stubble followed by the soft press of Robert’s lips on my bare shoulder. Joy blooms in my heart as memories of last night come back to me.
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