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by Becca Jameson


  Not yet.

  It wasn’t loud, however. And that was disappointing since it meant Ivan probably couldn’t hear it from the hallway.

  When her breathing evened out and her hands stopped shaking, she rolled onto her side, turned the dial to off, and closed her eyes.

  Bliss.

  Chapter Eleven

  Ivan couldn’t breathe.

  He also couldn’t move a muscle.

  It took him several seconds to even blink.

  He’d entered Alena’s room to wake her up. She never slept this late. She was usually the first one up. Often she had coffee brewing before he stopped dreaming. But not today.

  He’d been worried. After all, she’d gone to bed early. Why was she still asleep?

  Granted, she’d also had an unbelievable orgasm before she’d succumbed to sleep, but he still hadn’t expected to encounter her lying on her side, curled into a ball with her knees drawn to her chest.

  Naked.

  The hot pink vibrator still clutched in her hand.

  Holy. Mother. Of. God.

  He knew she used it. Hell, the neighbors knew it too. And it had taken every ounce of willpower to keep from opening her door and barging in to watch or help. But after trying the knob and finding it unlocked, he’d forced himself to enjoy the sounds from the hall. Obviously she fully intended for him to hear, and she’d left him the option of entering at will.

  He didn’t take her up on that.

  Now? Jesus. For a second he wondered if she’d possibly killed herself with that orgasm. But her chest was rising and falling. Her fucking sexy blonde hair was draped over half her face. Her mouth hung open. She looked so feminine against her lavender sheets.

  She was the most gorgeous creature on earth.

  And he needed to wake her, or she would be late for work. Obviously her alarm was not on a daily setting. She hadn’t set it last night.

  He lifted shaky fingers and set them on her bicep, letting them trail down her arm until he reached her elbow. Instead of continuing toward her fingers, he skipped to her hip and enjoyed the contours of her hourglass figure.

  Her skin was so perfect. He’d gone to bed last night to images of her smooth white skin in his mind. And his cock ached. It always ached. Even after he locked his bedroom door and masturbated to visions of Alena through the backs of his eyelids, he still ached.

  At two in the morning, when he woke up from an amazing dream about her wandering around the apartment in nothing but that damn short towel, he’d taken himself in hand again. Still he hurt for her. His cock was always hard these days.

  And why was he doing this? He knew he could cross the hall at any moment and claim her completely as his own. He’d proven she would submit to him fully in every way he asked. She’d gone so far as to plead with him on several occasions.

  She was his. That was abundantly clear.

  But he also didn’t want to fuck things up with her. A toss between the sheets wasn’t what she deserved, and it wasn’t what he wanted for her.

  They could describe their new relationship in hours. Not even days. It was too soon. Wasn’t it?

  She wanted to “get it over with.” And that was not how he intended to operate where Alena was concerned. Not at all. He had no intention of thrusting his insistent cock into her for his own gratification without ensuring she was on the same page.

  And that page wasn’t the get-it-over-with page. It was the rock-her-world-in-a-way-that-she-would-never-see-sex-through-the-same-eyes page.

  Alena sighed, a sweet sound he wanted to hear every day for the rest of his life. As soon as he moved into her bed, he would. He’d never leave her side again. As soon as she was ready. As soon as he was certain she understood what sex meant.

  He hated that she saw it as a chore. Something to be endured, not enjoyed. A part of her knew. A part of her brain told her it would be an amazing act of love that ripped out her soul. But she wasn’t listening to that half of her brain. And he intended to fix that notion. Sooner rather than later.

  When she didn’t move, he leaned over her and kissed her temple, smoothing her hair out of her face.

  She sighed longer this time. Was she cold? Had she spent the entire night sleeping like this with no covers?

  Must have been some orgasm…

  Who was he kidding? He heard the entire show from the hallway. It had been sensational.

  “Alena,” he whispered next to her ear as he kissed her lobe. Her hair still smelled good even the next morning. Cherry blossoms…

  He cupped her ass and stroked the sensitive skin there.

  Finally she stirred, or moaned. She eased out of her tight ball and rolled onto her back. He let his fingers trail around to her belly as she rolled. And then he danced them lightly up to stroke her tits.

  God, she was gorgeous. So fucking perfect. Even her tits were amazing. Pert. Pink nipples that puckered before he touched them. And doubled in size instantly as the tips of his fingers grazed them.

  He’d never been with her as she awoke. It was quite the sight. Apparently she wasn’t quick about it. The information could come in handy in the future.

  Her fingers still gripped the vibrator as if it were a grenade that would go off if she let go. Her knuckles were going to be sore when she released the poor phallus.

  Finally, she blinked awake, taking several seconds before her brow furrowed, and then her lips formed a smile.

  He took that moment to gently tweak her nipple.

  She moaned, arched her chest, and then abruptly jerked all the way awake. Her eyes went wide, her body stiffened, and she bolted upright, knocking his hand out of the way in the process. She gasped for oxygen as if she hadn’t had a breath in minutes. When her face dipped down to her lap, she must have spotted the vibrator in her hand because she released it like it was truly an explosive device, grabbed the fluffy, white comforter from the foot of the bed, and drew it up her body.

  With her eyes squeezed shut, she lowered onto her back once again. “Shit,” she whispered.

  He smiled. It was impossible not to. She was that cute. “You overslept.”

  She didn’t respond.

  “I was worried.”

  She groaned and rolled onto her side facing away from him.

  He wasn’t about to leave, though. Instead he sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand on her hip. It wasn’t as nice through the comforter, but still he felt her heat. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you slept so soundly.” He let his hand travel down her thigh and then back up toward her waist.

  She breathed heavily now, either making up for lost oxygen or out of stress. Probably the latter.

  “Alena?”

  No answer.

  “Look at me.”

  No movement.

  Not shocking, but he wasn’t going to back down, either. He could pretend the last minute hadn’t happened and walk out of the room to let her get ready for work. He could leave this alone and never mention it, but first of all, that wasn’t his style. And second of all, he didn’t like her to feel uncomfortable around him.

  The first thing he intended to do in this relationship was erase her frequent discomfort. She needed to understand he was in love with everything about her, not just some of the things. Every quirk. Every innocent gesture. Every new experience. Those things didn’t turn him off. They turned him on.

  And yes, he was in love with her. He wouldn’t tell her until he was sure she was ready to hear it. But it was true.

  Besides, it was half her fault she was in the predicament in the first place. Yeah, he’d given her the vibrators and opened this Pandora’s box, but she’d willingly and knowingly taunted him with last night’s antics. Falling asleep naked and sated was a price she hadn’t intended to pay. Obviously.

  “Alena, look at me.”

  She did nothing but curl up tighter on her side and ignore him.

  He dug his heels in as he always would. He needed her to know a few things about him. First, he wouldn’t b
e daunted by her stubbornness. It would never work with him. And second, there was nothing she could do to turn him away from her. Nothing. He would not ever cringe and leave the room. If she was thinking either of these things would happen, he was about to set her straight.

  She wanted him in her bed? In her body? Then she needed to understand the terms. If he took her as his own, which he fully intended to do and soon, he wouldn’t be leaving her to sleep alone. He wouldn’t let her turn away from him when she was embarrassed. He wouldn’t permit her to roll to one side and squeeze him out when she did something she presumed would turn him off.

  And that included now.

  So he would talk until she let him in. “You tested me.”

  Nothing.

  “You left the door unlocked and masturbated—loudly, I might add—while I stood outside and listened. You did it on purpose to goad me into fucking you. And that’s fine. I don’t mind. I asked for it when I bought you those vibrators and left you alone in the room to enjoy them. So I tested you in a way too.

  “The difference is I wanted you to use them. Your reasoning might have been different. But you shocked yourself, didn’t you? You didn’t expect a vibrator to have quite the effect it has. Knocked you out, apparently. Hard.

  “Hard enough for you to sleep all night without letting go and pulling up the covers. And I’m glad. I’m glad you got a good night’s rest. I bet you haven’t slept that hard in months. I’m also glad you enjoyed yourself. Even from the hallway it was fucking hot.”

  She inhaled long and slow.

  Good sign.

  “Please roll onto your back. I’m not going away.”

  It took her a few minutes, and then she finally relented and did as he said, blinking the sleep out of her eyes to look up at him while she licked her lips. “It was amazing,” she muttered. “Best two minutes of my life.”

  She could joke about it. Another good sign. Progress.

  He smiled warmly at her, not wanting to make fun of the situation. It was serious. “I can do better. And I can make it last longer.”

  She blinked again and then narrowed her gaze. “Cocky?”

  “Confident.”

  She wiggled her hand out from under the covers and handed him the vibrator. “I’m pretty sure I mastered it myself. But if you think you know better…”

  Fuck me.

  The woman was offering for him to use the toy on her himself. That had not been at all what he meant, and maybe she knew it. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she misinterpreted him. Maybe she pretended to.

  “Oh, baby,” he said as he took it from her hand. “You’re opening a can of worms. Is this a trick?” He tipped his head to one side. He didn’t care if she thought to goad him or not. She would lose.

  She shrugged. “Just taking you up on your challenge.”

  How did this sexy imp go from embarrassed to taunting in point five seconds? “Fine.” But he intended to do it on his terms. If she thought sex with her vibrator was the be all and end all of the universe, she had met her match. Because not only could he give her twice the orgasm of last night with the device in his own hand, but he would turn her world totally on its axis when he used his cock.

  All he could hope for was keeping his dick in his pants and not getting carried away this morning.

  Right?

  That was still necessary. Right?

  He shook thoughts of taking her and making her fully his from his mind as he reached for the drawer to open it. He set the pink dildo from last night on the bedside table and grabbed the smaller purple one for this morning. Might as well come to the party with something new and enticing.

  She shuddered as he held it up. “See the tip? It’s flat. You know why?” He didn’t wait for a response. “Makes better direct contact with the clit and its shaft. Some vibrators are designed for outside. Some are designed for inside. This baby works fantastically for a clitoral orgasm.”

  She held her breath as he watched, her eyes wide and directed at the purple shaft in his hand. “Yeah, I think I’ll take your word for it and go get in the shower.”

  “What?” he teased. “Backing out of a challenge? I thought you were stronger. Think you can’t hack it?”

  She stopped moving to stare at him. “Hack it? I can obviously hack anything, but you don’t have to prove to me I’m capable of coming with one of those. I did it just fine last night, as you so succinctly pointed out.”

  “No one is contesting your ability to come. I’m well aware of it. I ensured myself this was not an area you had difficulty in Sunday evening.” He leaned over her, setting his hands on both sides of her to make his point more directly. “I’m merely interested in ensuring you realize there is so much more. You thought that was good? You’re in for lots of eye-opening experiences.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  He lifted a brow. “You gonna let me prove my point?”

  “You gonna give me a choice?”

  “Always.”

  She sighed, sinking into the mattress and releasing her tight grip on the comforter. “Fine. Knock yourself out,” she stated as if the prospect of him making her come bored her.

  Challenge accepted.

  Was she going to be late for work? Probably. Was he going to be even later to the gym? Most likely.

  Did he give two fucks? Nope. Not even one.

  He glanced around the room, but not seeing what he needed, he returned his gaze to hers. “Don’t move. Not a muscle. I’ll be right back.”

  Restraints. They’d be mandatory if he wanted her to truly relax into the experience and open herself up to his gaze and touch. Figuratively and literally.

  He moved fast so she couldn’t change her mind. In less than a minute he was back at her side, soft bondage rope in his grasp. “Hands over your head. Grab the rungs.” Thank God for headboards with slats. Life was so much trickier when he had to improvise.

  She pursed her lips as she lifted her arms above her head. “Ivan…” Her voice was low. Uncertain.

  He leaned over her, wrapping the rope around her wrist in the manner he’d been taught. He met her gaze as he worked, not needing to see what his fingers knew to do without directions. “Told you I enjoy bondage.”

  “Yeah, but…”

  “But you didn’t believe me?”

  “No. I believed you.” She squirmed under the covers as he shifted his hands to the other side to attach that wrist spread wide like its twin. “I just didn’t picture you tying me down like this… Not so soon, anyway. Not before…”

  Before we had sex.

  He could fill in that blank. What she didn’t understand was it actually worked the other way around. He fully intended to use several methods of bondage with her before they had sex. It wasn’t that he didn’t think she would lose her mind with bliss the first time he took her. It was that he wanted her to believe it first.

  It was important to him that she not go into the act thinking it was a chore. It was for his pleasure. It was her duty. As a woman. As his woman.

  Fuck to the no. If anything, sex was for her. He would get more pleasure out of making her writhe and moan and scream than any orgasm he would ever have in his life. That was how it worked for him. And he wanted her to understand. Fully.

  “How’s that?” he asked as he let go of her hands and stroked his fingers down her arms until she squirmed as he reached the sensitive skin of her underarms. Holding her gaze, he drew the covers down her body slowly, letting the soft material graze over her nipples until she shivered.

  She bit the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “Alena, you okay?”

  “Yeah,” she responded, releasing her lip. “Just nervous.”

  “Understandable. But you trust me, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Would I hurt you?”

  “No.”

  “Even emotionally?”

  “No.”

  “Then relax. Enjoy the challenge.” He winked at her to lighten the mo
od.

  She blew out a long breath. Her nipples pebbled under his gaze before he touched them again. He shoved the covers completely down her body and leaned over to blow on her nipple.

  She moaned. Already. And squirmed, twisting to one side to avoid his minor assault.

  He grinned. “So wiggly. I haven’t even started.”

  “Ivan…” She tugged on her wrists.

  He stopped. “Alena, grab the ropes between your hands and the headboard. Hold them. Don’t tug so that you hurt your wrists.”

  She wrapped her fingers around the ropes and squeezed. “Okay.”

  “Good girl.”

  ∙•∙

  Good girl?

  His praise raced straight to her pussy. Why would those two words make her hotter than ever?

  The ropes had gotten to her on several levels even before this moment. First the sight of them had made her stomach dip just knowing he would restrain her, and then when he actually restricted the movement of her arms, securing them to the headboard… Jesus.

  Her nipples had beaded under the blanket. Her body heated once again to an unreasonable temperature. And she squeezed her legs together to keep from coming on the spot. Though that action might have had the opposite effect.

  “Now, bend your knees and let them fall open for me.”

  She held her breath. He was so demanding. His voice was soft and soothing. Gentle. But the words were sharp and intense. He meant it. What if she disobeyed him?

  Did she want to find out? Half of her screamed yes.

  But not this time. Not this morning.

  She was out to prove a point. And she didn’t want to give him another reason to torture her more than he already was.

  Torture. Ha.

  If by torture you mean push you to the edge of arousal and tease the hell out of you…

  She drew her knees up and let them fall open, though the action was perhaps one of the most difficult things she’d ever done. Who did this sort of thing? Allowed themselves to be tied to the bed and opened themselves up for perusal? It was maddening. And arousing. Both.

  And she wasn’t ready to admit that last part.

  “That’s a girl.”

 

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