Haynes, K. R. - The Light in Her Eyes [In Her Eyes] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by K. R. Haynes

  Her gaze drifted over to his. Randall sensed Chloe’s struggle with her own feelings for him. He knew this would happen. Just because she couldn’t remember their past together didn’t mean her heart had forgotten who it belonged to. He owned her heart. It had always belonged to him.

  Releasing her from his embrace, Randall watched as fear flashed in her eyes as she rolled away from him. She scampered out of his bed so quickly he couldn’t drag her back in. His gazed was riveted to the delightful view of her bare ass as she bolted for the bathroom. He let her go for now. Sooner or later, Chloe would come to learn to trust in her love for him. For now though, she needed the space to deal with the emotions he brought forth in her. Feelings she had probably locked away safe and sound in her heart, which were now being brought forth in all their glory.

  It would be hard for her to understand her feelings toward him, especially when she had no memory of their time together. So for now he would be patient and let her come to terms with how she felt. And make sure he was available for her when she needed him.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chloe stared out the kitchen window as she finished up washing the dishes from lunch, lost to her own thoughts. She had been doing a lot of thinking lately, about how comfortable she felt being here in Randall’s home. His place was a smallish-sized courtyard home. Way bigger than her own place though. The furnishings he used were sparse but comfortable. His place felt lived-in but lacked the warmth of a female’s touch. Chloe smiled to herself, wondering what Randall would do to her if she added a few feminine touches to his place. He would probably slap her ass until it was so red she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.

  “Could be worth it though.” Just to see the look on his face, when he saw how she redecorated his precious place, would be priceless.

  “What could be worth it, precious?”

  “Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud is all.”

  His arm slid around her waist, tugging her up against him so her back pressed into his chest. “Hmm, so why is it that your thinking out loud makes the hairs on the back of my neck stick up then?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe you have a guilty conscience?” She turned in his embrace to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging him down for a quick kiss. “Do you have some sins you need to confess, officer?”

  “My only sin, little girl, is you,” he said to her as he slapped her on the ass. “Now we have the afternoon together. Is there anything you want to do? Or should I say try?” he suggested with a smirk.

  Her breath caught in the back of her throat. Her stomach quivered. What didn’t she want to try would be easier to answer. For him, Chloe would try anything once. If it pleased him, it would please her.

  “What did you have in mind, Officer Randall?” she taunted him, with just a hint of her own longing to please him emanating from her voice.

  Randall squeezed her ass in both his hands, before landing two quick blows to the fleshy globes hidden beneath the denim of her jeans. “Oh, I have plenty of things in mind for naughty little girls like you, precious.”

  “Hmm, do tell.”

  “Not tell, show.”

  Crossing his arms over his chest and stepping back from her, Randall uttered his one-word command for her to kneel. Slowly, Chloe lowered herself down to the kitchen floor to kneel at his feet.

  “Good girl,” he said as a way of rewarding her obedience. “Now it’s time for you to learn your next lesson, the proper way to present yourself to your master.”

  Here she knelt at the feet of her Master on the kitchen floor. He told her to do something and she obeyed without a second thought. Was she crazy?

  Chloe lifted her eyes up to him then at that realisation and slowly raised herself from the floor, only to be stopped halfway. His piercing sky-blue eyes halted her movements and the command in his voice made her regret, for only a second, her mistake to rise.

  “I said kneel, Chloe, not stand.” His displeasure at her disobedience, clearly evident in his voice, fuelled her independent streak.

  “Well, I want to stand if that’s all right with you,” she threw back at him, and then proceeded to stand up straight.

  She cocked her hip out for good measure and placed both her hands on her hips. Her temper rose quickly all because he was commanding her to kneel? It wasn’t the kneeling she had a problem with. It was the command to do so that rubbed her the wrong way.

  “No, little girl, it’s not all right with me.”

  “Well, too bad,” she spat out at him, turned and walked off. Well, actually limped off more like it, her ankle still sore and swollen from twisting it the other day.

  She was testing him, which in hindsight was probably not her wisest move. But she couldn’t help herself. The need to see how far she could push him to test out his limits was something she had no control over. Plus, she wouldn’t allow herself to be walked all over and treated like some dumb robotic woman, who did what he wanted when he wanted. If he didn’t like her for who she was, well, so be it.

  Her sassy, fiery mouth would no doubt cost her ass for disrespecting him. But hell, what else was she supposed to do? If she couldn’t tell him what she thought of his commands, how were they meant to communicate then?

  Throwing her arms up in the air, Chloe fell back on the sofa just in time to see Randall come storming into the lounge room after her. She shivered at the intensity in his eyes. He looked like a man on a mission. A mission he was going to succeed at one way or another. Her stomach flipped at the prospect of him accomplishing just that.

  He came barrelling up to her, encroaching into her personal space, his eyes darkening as he glared down at her. Chloe couldn’t stop herself from saying to him, “What’s up your arse?” and watching as Randall’s nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed down at her. The muscles in his jaw twitched from him gritting his teeth at her defiance.

  “What’s up my arse? Oh, little girl, your sassy mouth is in need of another lesson, I fear,” he warned her as he moved in closer until his nose almost touched hers. “You will not disrespect me as your Dominant. Ever.”

  Her what? Surely she hadn’t heard him right. And why oh why was she suddenly so turned on by him and his domineering presence?

  “I’m sorry, my what?” she asked him sweetly. She would have stood up in front of him. Hell, she probably would’ve even gone toe for toe with him, too, if her stupid bloody ankle wasn’t aching. So she continued to glare up at his towering form hovering over her.

  “Your Dominant, Chloe. You are my submissive and I am your Dom.”

  “Huh?” Yeah, sure, she loved his dominance, but she knew nothing about Doms or subs or whatever the hell Randall was rambling on about.

  “Chloe, do you not understand how a Dom/sub relationship works?”

  “No, never heard of it before.”

  She watched him scrub a hand through his hair in frustration at her answer then turned and walked out of the lounge room. When he came back a few minutes later he was holding an icepack and some pain meds for her. She was thankful for them, as her ankle was throbbing like a bitch today.

  Swallowing down the pain meds he had given her, Chloe listened carefully as Randall relayed a shortened version of how a Dom/sub relationship worked, while he secured an icepack to her ankle He answered all of her questions. When she fell silent, he asked her if she had any other questions.

  “No, I have no other questions.”

  “Good. Now you still have a punishment awaiting you for disrespecting me back in the kitchen when I asked you to kneel.” Holding up his hand to halt her from speaking, he continued on. “I can see your ankle is still bothering you, so I have readjusted your punishment accordingly.” He had? Wow, Chloe wasn’t sure whether she should be pissed at him for accommodating her bad ankle into her punishment or grateful that he had. Her indecision pissed her off greatly.

  “You will strip and kneel before me in the proper pose. Once you have pleased me with your pose you will ret
urn to the couch and you will not speak for the remainder of the day.” To her surprise, Randall had to hold back his amusement at her reaction to his command. Surely he must have known it was going to kill her not speak for the rest of the day. “You will only speak when given a direct question. Otherwise, I don’t want to hear another word fall from your lips till dawn tomorrow.” He moved in closer to her and stared straight into her eyes. “Do you understand your orders, Chloe?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said to him as she dropped her feet to the floor and stood up. Randall stepped back from her and crossed his arms over his chest. He cocked an eyebrow up as a way of a silent command to do his bidding, strip, and present herself to her Master.

  Quickly ditching her clothes, Chloe stood before him buck-ass naked. Slowly she lowered herself gracefully to the floor in the kneeling position Randall had instructed her on, with her knees apart, hands linked behind her lower back, and head lowered slightly. Her eyes were to remain lowered at all times while in the presentation pose, unless he commanded otherwise to her.

  Even though this position made her feel thoroughly exposed, there was no mistaking the empowerment she felt by being in the presentation pose. She held all the control. One word from her and it all ended. She held the power in this relationship and it was a heady experience.

  For fifteen minutes, Chloe stayed in her presentation pose for him. Her ankle throbbed. Still, she never moved. Randall strolled around her. She could feel his eyes roaming over her naked form. Goose bumps rose on her bare flesh where his eyes travelled freely across her skin. Still, she refused to move. Refused to give in to the temptation to see his eyes, see how dark they had become and what they held. His fingers feathered through her hair. His feather-like touch felt so erotic, Chloe had to control the body shivers it caused.

  His touch was a simple one, barely even there, yet at the same time it had a huge impact on her.

  When he finally stood in front of her, Chloe kept her eyes down. He rewarded her by saying, “Good girl.” Knowing that she had pleased him filled her with contentment. Randall helped her up from her kneeling position on the floor and guided her back to the sofa. Plonking herself down, Chloe couldn’t help but relish in the softness of the cushions against her skin and her aching muscles.

  She was left alone for a few minutes while Randall disappeared into the kitchen. When he returned to her he held a mug out to her. He had made her a cup of coffee. Just the way she liked it, too, white with one sugar. Her eyes watered from the kindness of the gesture, one she hadn’t asked for. And one she probably didn’t deserve either after disrespecting him so poorly.

  Taking the mug from his steady hands, her own hands shook. Lifting the mug to her lips, his fingertips skimmed up her bare arms. She shivered, not from being cold. She shivered because she wanted more of his touch on her body, craved more from him and it was killing her that she couldn’t say anything to him. She wanted to scream at Randall that she wanted more from him. She wanted more of his touch, more of everything. She was sure the need inside her was going to destroy her if he didn’t touch her right this very minute.

  Chloe wanted Jon Randall, all of him. However that came, she wanted him all.

  Her wish came true, sort of. Randall settled down beside her on the sofa. He wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders then took the empty mug from her hands. Laying her head on his chest, she closed her eyes. While he drew a blanket across her naked form, Randall whispered softly in her ear. “Rest now, Chloe. I’ll wake you when it’s dinner time” were the only words he said before she dozed off nestled safely in the strength of his arms.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Considering he had spent the last seventy-six hours straight on call down at the station, instead of in his bed with a very naked Chloe, Randall figured he was doing pretty well so far besides the fact he missed her like crazy and he still had another couple of lonely days at least left before he could go to her.

  Randall found himself aching to just see Chloe, to hold her in his arms, to know that she was safe.

  No matter how tired or exhausted he might feel right now, Randall knew he would find the inner energy to make love to Chloe all night long if needed. Just having her nestled safely in his arms gave him a strength he never knew he had. For hours he’d show her with his body how much he missed her, wanted her, and needed her in his life, as his words could never be sufficient enough to demonstrate to her how much she undid him every minute of every damn day.

  However, showing Chloe how much she meant to him was pretty impossible being stuck down here at the station. Normally when on call you could still return home at the end of your shift, and not sleep your arse off down here at the station. Due to his recent reinstatement as an active member of the Bomb Squad, his ass of a team leader had decided Randall had to prove he belonged on the team. Prove his dedication to the team and to the job.

  In other words, Randall was to remain at the station while on call, for the time being at least. So he found himself roaming the vacant station halls at one o’clock in the morning, too restless and way too wired to sleep. He wanted his woman. He wanted to hear her voice and know that she was all right.

  There was still no word on who was behind the multiple threats Chloe had received over the past couple of months. The letter and the dead rose found at her house were still down at the lab awaiting results. Being that the lab was banked up with other cases with higher priority than Chloe’s case, her evidence had been put on the backburner. This displeased Randall when he got wind of it. He wanted results, he wanted the bastard caught, and he wanted the threats to her to end.

  So with her safety and protection in mind, Randall had broached the subject of their living arrangements with Chloe before reporting in for his five day stay at the station. The discussion ended with her calling him a caveman for demanding that she stay at his place when he was on call. Hell, to be honest, Randall wanted his woman at his house permanently. If that made him a caveman in her eyes, so be it.

  Chloe, however, had other ideas and refused to yield on the matter. Her actual words were something like, “I’m not about to let some sick fuck run me out of my own home, Jon.”

  He laughed at her words now, remembering how worked up she had gotten, refusing to listen to reason. He had tried to reason with her many a time. Hell, her ass still probably throbbed from the spanking he had given her for not thinking reasonably enough by putting her own safety first and foremost every single time.

  In the end it didn’t matter. Somehow Chloe managed to get her own way. How? Randall still didn’t know. So right now instead of being shacked up at his house safe and sound, and very naked, Chloe was tucked up in her own bed in her own damn house, alone.

  Unclipping the phone from his belt, Randall stepped into an empty office and closed the door behind him. Pressing speed dial, he called the one person he needed to speak to. The only voice he ached to hear. Her grumpy “what” made him grin like a moron.

  “Now is that the proper way to answer your phone, little girl?”

  “We’re not in the bedroom—let me rephrase that—you’re not in my bedroom, Jon, so that’s the best damn hello you’re going to get.”

  God, he loved teasing Chloe, loved bring out that sassy, fiery spirit of hers. Hearing the rustling of bedsheets as she moved around had him wondering if she was utterly naked under those sheets, caressing her body. His night was looking up if she indeed happened to be nude.

  “Precious, are you sleeping nude as instructed?”

  “Yes,” she whispered sleepily to him.

  “Tell me, are the sheets rubbing against your bare breasts, making your nipples so hard that you ache to feel my cock deep inside that hot little pussy of yours, little girl?”

  “Y–yes…”

  “Are you wet for me, precious?”

  Her whispered “yes” was more of a sigh this time around. Time to turn up the temperature, make her so hot she would wish he was there to douse the fire inside of her.


  “How wet are you, little girl? Tell me.”

  “What?” Chloe stumbled out to him.

  “Take your hand and slide it down your stomach, making sure you caress those beautiful, full tits of yours. Keep on going till you reach your pussy.”

  “Jon!”

  “Do it, little girl. Do it for me now.”

  “Fine, only this one time. Don’t go getting any crazy ideas about waking me up every goddamn night just so you can ask me how ready I am for you.” She huffed at him.

  Smirking at her words, he waited for her to do as instructed, his ear straining to hear her movements. Hearing her muffled moans down the phone line, Randall knew straight away Chloe was more than ready for him.

  Still, he waited patiently for her to verbally answer his question of how wet she was. When there was no reply, only her moans, Randall all but barked her name down the phone line for her to answer him immediately. His own voice sounded huskier from the aroused state he found himself in. He’d have to take care of his cock, which was near to bursting, after taking care of his woman.

  “Chloe, damn it, tell me now how wet you are, right now!” he practically yelled his demand down the phone line when she remained verbally silent. Her voice came back over the line moments later with a breathy response. “Very wet, Sir.”

  Just the sound of her lust-filled voice had his dick hardening even more. Groaning, Randall readjusted his jeans to alleviate some of the pressure on his cock.

  “Good girl. Tell me, would you like permission to ease the ache in that pussy of yours, little girl?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  “Please what, Chloe?”

  “Please may I come for you, Sir?” she groaned out to him.

  Jon grinned. Chloe had come a long way in her submissive role in such a short period of time. It pleased him a lot that she had. “You have my permission to come, little girl. Pleasure yourself, lover. Use your fingers and slide them deep into your wet pussy. Pump them and pretend your fingers are my cock pumping deep inside of you.”