For His Eyes Only

by Lexi Blake

  Her head came up and her lips curled into a grin as she watched the other couple. “No. There’s nothing wrong with it. They’re beautiful together, and it’s not merely about how lovely they are. There’s a connection between them. They love each other.”

  “Very much, and that trust between the two of them means they can explore the limits of what makes them happy. I want to play with you. I want to find what brings you to a screaming climax. I want to be the man who shows you how hot you can be.”

  “I signed the contract, but now I know I honestly want this. I want to…what’s the word you use? Play? I want to play with you. I’m not afraid anymore.”

  He unbuttoned his shirt. He wasn’t going to need it for the next few hours. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me. You have nothing to fear.”

  “I don’t know about that.” The new confidence in her was so sexy as she stared up at him, a gleam in her eyes. “I think I’m afraid of whatever torture you have planned for me next.”

  He tossed the shirt aside. “Torture can be sweet. I think you’re going to find that out. What you call torture, I merely call taking my time. I’m going to take my time with you now. I gave you what you needed. I need more than an orgasm, though don’t think for a second I won’t have that from you.”

  “What do you need?”

  “I’m going to know you this time. This time I’m not going to leave an inch of you untouched.” What he didn’t say was what he truly needed. To feel that connection with her. To know she was thinking only of him. He needed to know in the moment that she couldn’t think of anything but what was happening between them. No future. No past. Just the long hours spent giving and receiving pleasure and comfort.

  “Are you going to leave me tied up? Not that I mind. I like it, but I think I want to be able to touch you.”

  He wanted her hands on him, but not yet. “In good time. I told you, this is my game and we’ll play by my rules. Luckily this whole room was built to play my games.”

  He reached for the rope that bound her hands together, easing her arms up. There was a hidden hook on the headboard, a clever setup that required the mere push of a finger to reveal the hook. Two, actually. One on either side of the headboard in case a Dom needed to tie up two submissives for a nice long torture session. He’d spent some wild nights here when Des had wanted something more kinky. He’d performed for her and whatever sub Des chose for the evening, tying them both up and topping them. But he wasn’t going to point that out to Hayley.

  She would be the only one for him. He would play to his heart’s content, but only ever with her.

  Hayley groaned as he hooked her into place. “You’re killing me, Nick.”

  He frowned. “Is that what you call me when we’re playing? In our next session, I’ll give you a tweak to remind you.”

  “Sir.” The word came out on a breathy sigh. “I’m supposed to call you Sir. I liked the tweaking thing earlier.”

  “That wasn’t punishment. That was to show you that your body will react differently than you think when you’re aroused.”

  “I understand. I was only saying I wouldn’t mind it again. I also think I might be interested in the crop.”

  Another benefit of having her watch a couple as experienced as the Taggarts. They could show her the joy of impact play and he didn’t have to worry about her getting the wrong impression. Charlotte enjoyed a bit of a bite, but wasn’t a masochist by any stretch. For her, the nip of the crop or the easy flick of the whip enhanced her pleasure. Like that tweak had done for his sweet sub.

  “I’ll take that into account. Spread your legs for me. Knees up and feet apart.”

  He loved the way her breath hitched right before she obeyed. She brought her knees up, feet flat on the bed and spread wide.

  “Does this make you uncomfortable?” His cock was hard as a rock, but it was a pleasant sensation. It was easier to shove the need down as he watched her. She needed this, needed the dominance only he could give her. He was in a unique position to understand her, to bend his needs to meet her own. Talking was something that helped Hayley process. It always had. She needed to acknowledge her feelings aloud in order to accept them.

  “It’s awkward. Like a medical exam except without the paper gown thingee.” She giggled a bit as she looked up at him. “But it’s okay because you like it. You don’t think it’s awkward, do you?”

  He ran his hand down her body, down to the mound of her pussy. He could see the way it glistened, arousal making her labia coral pink and swollen. Needy. Pouting and wanting attention.

  He could give her that.

  “It’s not awkward at all. It’s beautiful. I love seeing you spread out for me, waiting for my command, for my next action. Sometimes I’ll blindfold you so you can’t see. Later I’ll put plugs in your ears so you can’t hear, and I’ll restrain your arms and legs. You won’t have any idea what’s going to happen but you’ll lie there and wait because you’ll know that whatever it is, it will make you scream out in pleasure.”

  “I trust you. What do you want me to do, Sir? Do you want me to beg? I don’t mind. Please touch me again.”

  She was following his lead quite nicely. “You want me to touch you? With my hands?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He brushed a hand over her pussy, covering the gorgeous flesh with his big palm. She’d followed his instructions and shaved the mound. It was perfectly bare, soft and lovely. He would have her keep it that way so he could always feel her soft skin against his hand and mouth and cock. “You’re so warm and wet for me.”

  She thrust her hips up, rubbing against his hand.

  He pulled back. “No. That is very bad girl. Bad girl will get a spanking later, but I begin to think you wish to push me. This is the behavior of a brat. Do you want to be a brat? Bratty girls wait longer for their orgasms.”

  She stilled beneath his touch, her whole body relaxing back into the bed as she seemed to catch on to the spirit of his play. She shook her head. “No, Sir. I don’t want to be a brat. I want to be a good girl. I want to be Sir’s good girl.”

  “Excellent. Then you must listen to Sir. You must do everything Sir tells you to do. I have much to show you, but I require a well-trained submissive. I want to know you’ll obey me when we’re on the dungeon floor. I want to be certain you will behave like the good girl I know you can be.”

  “You are touching all my feminist buttons,” she said, her nose wrinkling.

  When had she gotten so bloody adorable? He pressed down gently on the swollen nub of her clitoris and rotated. “I will happily support your feminist ideas outside of the dungeon, dushka. I will be the most modern of men except when it comes to two things. Sex and your protection. Then you will find me very much still in the cave. You understand?”

  “Caveman in the bedroom. Got it. I can be me in the outside world and still be your submissive here.”

  “You can be both because both are a part of you,” he explained, getting to his knees on the bed. Her body was laid out for him like a feast and he was suddenly so hungry for her. Why had he waited even this long? He should have been on top of her the minute she’d walked into his office. He should have locked the door and made it plain she wasn’t leaving again.

  God, was he thinking about trying to keep her? Was he thinking about making her an offer to stay with him even after the case was closed?

  He moved between her legs, lowering himself to the bed. He felt her shiver, likely because she figured out what he was about to do.

  “This is a part of you and there’s nothing wrong with it. There’s nothing wrong with wanting a man to eat you alive. There’s nothing wrong with me wanting the taste of you on my tongue. It’s all right because we care about each other. It’s all right because there’s nothing wrong with sex and exploring how far we want to take it.”

  He lowered his head and let himself breathe her in. She was peaches and cream and sweet, sweet sex.

  “Again with the tor
ture, Sir. This is the hard part. I want you to move faster. Please.”

  “No.” He breathed over her. “We’ll move at whatever pace I decide. I want to go slow. You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

  He heard her groan as he lightly dragged his tongue over her. She tasted perfect, exactly as he remembered her. He’d never gotten the taste of her out of his head, and some small part of him had prayed that he’d merely made it up in his mind, but her perfection was something he couldn’t deny.

  This was what he wanted. She was still under his tongue and he was in control. Surrounded by her. By the heat of her soft skin. By the sound of her moans. By the taste and smell of her. His world narrowed down to her and everything else fell away.

  He laved her with his affection, running his tongue over her labia and clitoris, exploring the hot depths of her pussy. He speared her, fucking deep inside and drawing out all that sweet cream.

  He couldn’t get enough of her. He sucked and licked and laved until he felt her tighten up, her body ready to go off at any moment. One more stroke of his tongue and she would come all over his mouth. He would taste her orgasm, sucking it down like ambrosia.

  But he couldn’t wait. The time for waiting was done. He wanted her to come around his cock. He needed to bury himself inside her and know that she was with him.

  All thoughts of turning her over and drawing her to her knees fled. He needed more. He needed to see her, to connect with her.

  He pushed off the bed, fished the condom out of his pants pocket and shoved his slacks down. His cock bounced free, hard and ready for her. He stroked himself while he stared at her.

  “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

  “I need you so much. You can’t possibly want me more than I need you. God, I’ve been alone since that night. Even when I was with someone else, I longed for you.”

  He rolled the condom on, his whole body focused on her. “Look at me. Don’t take your eyes off me.”

  He rubbed his cock over her, lubricating himself for penetration. She stared up at him, her eyes crystal clear and pleading.

  He could give her what she wanted. He pressed against her core. Heat flared through his body as he thrust up and inside. She was tight, but so wet and ready. His whole body sparked as he began to fuck her.

  “Yes,” she whispered and her eyes started to close.

  He thrust in deep, bringing their bodies so close. “No. You look at me. You let me watch you. Stay with me.”

  “I want to hold you.”

  “You don’t have to. I’m here. Look at me. Keep contact. There’s more than bodies involved in what we do, dushka. Give me your pleasure.” He leaned over, holding himself inside her, and brought their mouths together. He kissed her, his tongue dancing against hers. “Give me everything.”

  He began to thrust, rotating his pelvis so he could grind against her clit. All the while, he held her eyes. He took in the sight of her pupils widening with pleasure and trust. She was looking up at him, utterly vulnerable to him, and he could see her every emotion play out on her face.

  He gave it all back to her, holding nothing inside. He didn’t try to hide his own pleasure, his need. She deserved to see every moment of it.

  Her eyes flared, mouth coming open on a strangled scream as she tightened around him and came.

  He let loose, pounding into her until he couldn’t anymore, until his back bowed with the force of his orgasm. It sparked through his system and he could feel himself spilling into her.

  He fell on her, giving her all his weight while he reveled in the way their bodies fit together. He rested his head on her chest, perfect lethargy pulsing through him.

  He held her close and wondered how he would ever let her go.

  Chapter Eleven

  Hayley walked into the dining area well aware of the ridiculously bright smile on her face. She couldn’t help it. The last several days had been nothing less than spectacular. Nick had taken some time off and they’d spent almost every second in bed together. Even when they hadn’t been fucking like rabbits, they’d been curled up with each other, talking or watching movies. She’d worn very little clothing over those days, though she had ordered some spectacularly filthy undergarments online that should show up sometime today. Her Master had her sit naked on his lap as they’d found some lingerie he swore would make him salivate. Of course, talking about sexy underthings had led to him turning her around and ordering her to ride his cock.

  She was pretty sure she glowed.

  “Hey, stranger.” Charlotte Taggart was sitting at the table with an actual stranger, a man with dark hair and brooding good looks. She had a bundled up baby resting in one arm and a mug of coffee in the other. “You haven’t been around much. I saw Nick leaving earlier. He said you would probably stay in your room all day. He had that mysterious, so very Russian smile on his face when he said it. I wasn’t expecting to get to see you today.”

  “Well, I…I…think he forgot that he doesn’t drink coffee. He didn’t bring me any this morning so here I am out of my cave.” Awkward. Yep, this was awkward because the last time she’d seen Charlotte she’d been up against a wall taking her husband’s enormous…yep, awkward. How did one handle this particular social interaction? She bet there wasn’t a Miss Manners article on whether to send a thank you note to the woman who let you watch her have sex so you could figure out if you’re a voyeur. It was a real oversight in Hayley’s opinion.

  Charlotte stared for a moment and then a brilliant smile crossed her face. “I wondered if that was you.”

  Hayley felt her cheeks go up in flames. She needed to work on her poker face. “I’m sorry. Like I said, I was just spending some time with Nick while Penny works on…well, my case.”

  She wasn’t sure how much she was supposed to say around people she didn’t know. She thought she’d met most of the team. So this new guy wasn’t someone she’d start talking about her case to unless she knew it was all right.

  And she certainly wasn’t going to talk about her sex life. Her perverted, kinky, amazing sex life. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Piercing could be the janitor for all she knew.

  A hot janitor who was wearing what looked like expensive clothing.

  Charlotte’s free hand played with her coffee cup. “I’m glad you’re spending some quality time with Nick. He looked happy earlier. Hayley, this is Ezra. He’s worked with us many times before. He’s also a pretty fun guy for the most part, but don’t tell him any of your secrets. He’s a company man, if you know what I mean.”

  She didn’t. It must be a security term. She would make sure to ask Nick what it meant, but for now she simply took the hand offered to her. “Hi, I’m Hayley. It’s nice to meet you.”

  The dark-haired man took her hand in both of his. “Miss Dalton, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He turned slightly to smile Charlotte’s way. “This is your voyeur?”

  Again she felt her whole body go what was probably a vibrant pink. She tried to pull back, but he held her hand tight. She did the only thing she could, turned to Charlotte with a frown. “I thought we weren’t telling him secrets.”

  Charlotte waved that off. “Don’t be silly. That’s not a secret. That’s a fun sex story. And I wasn’t entirely sure it was you until you stammered and turned that lovely shade of mauve. And Ezra’s been around the group long enough to know what we do.”

  He squeezed her hand and gave her a most charming smile. “It’s some weird shit. Voyeurism is the kiddie end of the pool with these people. It’s been a long time since I saw a member of the kink world blush like this. I’m so sorry if I embarrassed you. Please forgive me. Kinksters are usually open about their lives. It’s one of the things I find so attractive about the lifestyle.”

  He seemed sincere, his voice and tone soothing. She found herself shaking her head. “I’m fine. It’s no problem.”

  Charlotte watched their interplay with a smile on her face. Hayley was starting to realize that Charlotte Taggart viewed the w
orld as something to constantly be amused at. “She’s new, and see, there’s pure proof that my instincts were right. Submissive. You gave her the sneaky Dom handshake, the one that lets her know how big and strong you are, and then came the apology that’s really more of a flirtation. Well played, Ez. Unfortunately, she’s spoken for and Nick is not going to share this one.”

  Ezra drew her hand up, kissing the back of it. “That’s a shame. What’s changed? Nikolai has never been a one-woman man. And I am sorry if I embarrassed you, though if you found the apology charming, there’s no harm in that. You’re not wearing his collar yet. There’s still plenty of time for you to make up your mind.”

  She pulled her hand away because if there was one thing she’d learned about the whole power exchange thingee, it was that Nick wouldn’t like another dude kissing her hand. Maybe that wasn’t exactly about the power exchange thing. Maybe that was simply Nick.

  “I’m perfectly happy with the Dom I have, thank you.” She turned on her heels and moved toward the object of this morning’s affection. Coffee. Nick had left her high and dry. All he had in his apartment was vodka and water and tea. She needed to talk to him about a girl’s need for some caffeine. They needed a coffeemaker.

  Luckily, there were enough American types around this place that there was always a pot on.

  Actually, if she was sprucing up his spartan apartment, she also might buy some accent pillows and comfy throws. Something to give the place a pop of color. Also things that felt good on naked skin since he seemed serious about no clothes when they were alone.

  “Don’t take it hard, Ez. I’ve heard Teresa was giving you the eye last night,” Charlotte said, mirth plain in her voice. “And there’s a host of subs in Dallas who sigh every time you walk in the dungeon.”

  “Tell them I miss them as well,” he replied. “I have to admit I only took the class to annoy Case, but I find I rather like it.”

  “Yes, that’s the only reason you took the class. It didn’t have anything at all to do with work and keeping an eye on us,” Charlotte chided and then groaned a bit. “Oh, baby boy, what have I been feeding you that you would smell like that?”