by Leah Brooke
To his delight, she stepped closer and laid a hand on his chest, looking up at him wide eyed. Swallowing heavily, she nodded. “I do. I do want to be your submissive. Teach me.”
* * * *
Veronica had never wanted anything more.
Something flashed in his eyes, disappearing before she could identify it. “Good. If you change your mind—”
Shaking her head, Veronica gripped him tighter. “I won’t. I trust you. You’ll know. You pay such attention. I’ve never known anyone who pays attention the way you do. Even with all this talk of submitting and doing whatever you say, you make me feel…safe.”
Sin nodded once. “Good. That’s another thing we need to address. Your safety is my number one priority. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”
He smiled faintly. “There’ll be times when there’s a little pain involved, but it’s not pain intended to hurt. It’s to enhance. “
Another rush of moisture dampened her already soaked panties. “I don’t know if I’ll like it.”
Sin inclined his head. “That’s what this journey is all about. I’m not into whips and chains, Veronica. I’m not into piercing or anything like that. I will use clips on you, and I most certainly will spank you—in various places.”
Veronica couldn’t believe that just listening to him had her shaking with an arousal so intense that her knees buckled.
“I’m scared of messing this up. Will you be patient with me?”
Sin raised a brow, his look steady. “I’ll be very patient with some things, but not with attitude or temper tantrums. If something’s really upsetting you, we’ll talk about it until you feel better again. Like I said, we’re going to push your boundaries, so some things won’t be comfortable, and there’ll be times when you’ll want to question me. I need you to trust me.”
His smile ignited fires inside her. “I trust you.”
Sin stepped closer, frustrating her by running a hand over her hair again instead of touching her where she needed it most.
“You have no idea how much that excites me. Humbles me.”
Circling her, he ran his fingers over her arms, her shoulders, and spreading the sense of awareness that made her edgy. “Now, on to the next step.”
Veronica sucked in a breath, her pulse tripping at the glitter in his eyes. “What’s that?”
Sin lowered himself to the sofa in a graceful move, settling back against the pillows. “Your inspection, of course.”
Veronica gulped, not sure if she’d heard him right. “My what?”
Lifting an arrogant brow, he smiled faintly. “You’re giving yourself to me, aren’t you? Don’t you think I have a right to see my property?”
Chapter Seven
Knowing the importance of the next several minutes, Sin rose.
He went to the table to retrieve his glass and the bottle of wine to give her the chance to wonder about what he planned to do and to change her mind.
He knew that making her strip only from the waist up would heighten her awareness in her breasts and had planned the evening with that in mind.
One of his errands had been to buy something for her that would emphasize the sensation in her nipples and to begin to make her understand what would be expected of her.
His cock swelled and lengthened as he made his way back to the sofa, the arousal and excitement in her eyes mingling with the trust that nearly took him to his knees.
After refilling his glass, he set the bottle on the table next to him and leaned back again. “You have a very beautiful body. I’m very much looking forward to seeing it. Exploring it.”
Licking her lips, Veronica nodded slowly.
Sin watched her eyes, on alert for any signs of distress. “I want you to take off your blouse and hand it to me.”
Veronica’s eyes went wide, her gulp audible. “I thought you would undress me.”
Hiding a smile by taking another sip of wine, Sin shook his head. “Not this time. Think of this as a sort of ceremony in which you give yourself to me. I only want what belongs to me. It only belongs to me when you give it.”
Veronica nodded, smiling faintly. “Okay.”
Lowering his glass, Sin adopted a relaxed position but kept his tone cool. “When we’re on the island, the proper response will be yes, sir.”
Nodding, she lifted her chin with another small smile. “All right.”
Amused at her small show of defiance by not addressing him that way now heightened his hunger for her.
Lifting a brow at her hesitation, he watched her reach up to unbutton her blouse, her trembling apparent.
Her hands shook so badly that she fumbled, her eyes brimming with tears when she lifted his gaze to his again. “I can’t. I’m shaking so much. I’m sorry.”
Needing her to settle, Sin smiled and rose again. “You’re a very passionate woman, and this is all very new to you.”
He lifted the glass to her lips, smiling when she gulped the wine. “Easy, baby. I just want you to relax, not get drunk.”
He bent to touch his lips to hers. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re not scared of me, are you?”
Shaking her head, Veronica avoided his gaze, something he couldn’t allow. “No. Just nervous.”
Lifting her chin, Sin stared into her eyes. “Look at me.” He waited until she met his gaze again, needing to see her eyes as they continued. “Would you like to go back to the table and finish eating, or would you rather go home?”
* * * *
Inwardly cursing herself for acting like a shy girl instead of a grown woman with a man whose every look excited her, Veronica gritted her teeth.
“No. I don’t want to go home, and I’m too damned nervous to eat. I know I’m screwing this up, and it’s pissing me off. I can do it.”
Sin’s faint smile held a hint of amusement, but his gaze sharpened. “That’s up to you. You can walk away if you want to.”
The trail of his fingertips over her upper arms gave her goosebumps. “I only want what’s given freely. We’ll go slowly, and I’ll make sure you understand exactly what I’ll want from you. This will give you several days to make sure this is what you want as well.”
Turning her head, Veronica looked into his eyes, her breath catching at the hunger she found there. “Okay.”
“Good.” Sin inclined his head and moved back to the sofa, reaching for the wine bottle again. “Then take off your blouse and give it to me.”
After refilling his glass, he set the bottle aside and leaned back again, waiting expectantly.
Veronica took a steadying breath, staring at Sin as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
She’d fantasized about such a thing for years, but the reality proved more potent than any fantasy.
Every inch of her body trembled with an overwhelming awareness, beading her nipples and making them ache for Sin’s touch.
Hoping to make him forget every other woman he’d ever dominated, and to set herself apart from the women he’d dated, Veronica smiled seductively and slowly parted the edges of her blouse.
Sin’s expression never changed, his gaze lowering to her breasts as he took another sip of wine.
Her arousal sharpened, and she had to take another steadying breath before she let the blouse slide down her arms and off.
When he held out a hand, she moved several small steps closer and dropped the silky material onto it.
Smoothing the material over his fingers, he lifted it to his nose, inhaling deeply before tossing it onto the sofa beside him.
“Very nice, Veronica. Now take off the bra and give it to me. As pretty as it is, I’d much rather see those beautiful breasts.”
She’d worn her best bra—black edged with an embroidered see-through netting.
Her fingers closed over the front clasp, a shiver of apprehension making her hesitate.
Until she looked at Sin’s eyes.
The desire in them guided her movements, and with a smile, she released the cl
asp.
Feeling sexier and more beautiful than she ever had, she parted the sides, reveling in the appreciation in his eyes.
In his smile.
Setting his glass aside, he reached out a hand, a demand she couldn’t ignore.
Once she handed him her bra, she found she didn’t know what to do with her hands. Nervous, she crossed her arms over her chest, but a narrowed, disapproving look from Sin had her lowering them to her sides again.
Tossing her bra aside, he rose from the sofa and slowly approached her. “You’re stunning. Don’t ever try to hide yourself from me.”
He took a step closer and then another, eyeing her breasts as he slowly closed the distance between them.
Without hesitation, she lifted her hands to his chest, the vulnerability of finding herself half-naked in the middle of his living room making her desperate for reassurance.
Sin smiled and took her hands in his. “You’re very beautiful. You’re safe here. No one can see in the windows, and I left orders not to be disturbed.”
He bent slightly, kissing each of her palms in turn. “Sam is standing outside the door right now. He won’t come in, nor will he allow anyone else to come in. We’re alone. It’s just you and me. No one else exists.”
Straightening, he lowered her hands to her sides, sliding his fingertips up her arms to her shoulders.
“Keep your hands at your sides.”
Smiling, she fisted her hands at her sides, fighting the urge to cover herself. “It’s not easy.”
Instead of returning her smile as she’d expected, Sin nodded once, his eyes narrowing.
“I’m sure it isn’t. For future reference, anytime I want you to stay in a certain position and you can’t—or won’t—I’ll restrain you. And the proper response is yes, sir.”
Veronica’s breath caught, the thought of being unable to move and forced to accept pleasure causing another rush of moisture to escape, drenching her panties.
Sin’s eyes narrowed to slits. “I see the thought of that excites you.” Circling her, he let his fingertips trail over her skin, awakening nerve endings along the way.
Stopping in front of her, he lifted her chin and bent to brush his lips over hers.
“It excites me, too. Let’s see what else excites you. Look at me.”
Veronica stared into his eyes, her breath coming out on short pants as the sexual tension heightened.
Because she looked at his eyes, she couldn’t see his hands and waited with breathless anticipation for him to touch her breasts.
She hadn’t anticipated, though, just how strongly his touch would affect her.
She jolted at the first brush of his fingertips over the outer curve of her breasts, a cry escaping at the sharp sizzle of electric current that went straight to her nipples.
“Sin! Oh God!”
Sin’s lips curved slightly. “Sweetheart, I’ve barely touched you.”
“Please. Please. I need—”
“Quiet!” He removed his hands, his lips thinning in disapproval.
Fisting her hands tighter to keep from reaching for him, she arched her back, offering her breasts to him in a pose she’d seen in the club. “Yes, sir.”
Sin’s eyes flared. “Good girl.”
What those two words, spoken in that silky tone, did to her stunned her to her core.
Veronica didn’t dare look away from his eyes, bracing herself for his next touch.
Expecting his touch on the outer curve of her breasts again, she couldn’t prevent another cry of pleasure when his thumbs brushed lightly over her nipples.
Sharp, stabbing pleasure shot straight to her clit, forcing a cry from her.
“Your nipples are very sensitive. Your breasts are absolutely beautiful. I’m going to get a lot of pleasure from them, especially since they’ll be bared or easily accessible the entire time we’re on the island.”
Shaking, she concentrated on breathing despite the turmoil raging inside her.
Every brush of his thumbs over her nipples made the need even hotter, and before she knew it, she started to whimper with each shaky breath.
Sin’s smile of tender indulgence eased some of her nerves and made her feel close enough to him to call his name again.
“I ache everywhere. Oh God. I’m sure y-you’re used t-to w-women who can t-take it, but I—”
“You’re perfect. Be still for me.” He stared into her eyes as he closed his thumbs and forefingers on her nipples, squeezing just hard enough to hurt.
Stunned at the answering rush of heat to her clit and pussy, Veronica started to reach for him, remembering at the last second to keep her hands at her sides.
“Very good.” Sin rolled her nipples, squeezing a little harder. “If you come to the island with me, I’ll decorate your nipples often.”
Sucking in a breath at the erotic image his words inspired, Veronica whimpered again, although he’d eased his grip on her nipples. “Will it hurt?”
“I’m not into pain. I’m more interested in heightening your awareness, something you and I will both enjoy.”
Cupping her breasts, Sin explored her breasts thoroughly, until every inch knew his touch. “You’re very soft. Firm.” His smile widened. “And very sensitive. Delightfully so.”
Bending, he touched his lips to hers, taking her mouth in a decadent kiss that made her dizzy enough to reach for him again.
Deepening his kiss, he held her close enough to feel his cock pressing at her belly.
His arm, firm and hot against her bare back tightened, and with a low groan, he lifted his head.
Staring down at her, his eyes dark and unreadable, he held her for several long seconds.
Straightening, he took a step back, looking down to slide a small ring over her beaded nipple. “This won’t hurt, but you’ll definitely feel it.”
Veronica gasped, closing her eyes against the unfamiliar tug to her nipple, tightening her hands on his biceps to keep from reaching for it.
He pursed his lips and stepped back, studying his handiwork. “I like the idea of decorating you—of adorning you with items that I’ve chosen.”
Veronica looked down just as he touched a fingertip to the small chain dangling from the loop he’d attached her nipple.
“Yes. I like these. If we go to the island, I’ll have to buy more. Now be still so I can attach the other one.”
Taking a shuddering breath, Veronica watched him attach the other loop, need clawing at her.
She’d never felt so sexy.
So alive.
She licked her lips, smiling at the lingering taste of him.
Magic.
He sent the other chain swaying and smiled. “Very nice. Now let’s go have our dessert.”
Veronica blinked, her eyes meeting his. “You’re kidding.”
She studied his features, looking for a sign that he was teasing her, but his eyes gave away nothing.
* * * *
Sin kept his expression cool while fire licked at him. “No, Veronica. I’m not.”
He hadn’t anticipated how strongly she’d react to his touch or how deeply her kiss would affect him.
Leading her back to the table, he licked his lips where her taste lingered.
Taking her mouth with his had been more than just a kiss.
From the first slide of his tongue over hers, he knew that she was his.
Never had a kiss been so sweet.
Aware of her curious gaze and her unease, he turned to smile at her as he seated her again. “You look surprised. Did you really think that we would spend every hour of every day in bed?”
Frowning, Veronica hunched forward, looking decidedly uncomfortable and confused. “I don’t know. I guess I never really thought about it.”
Pushing aside the dinner that had gone cold, he reached for their dessert. “What I’m looking for is a submission that includes more than just sex.”
He took the lid from the dish, watching her as he scooped a spoonful of lemon c
ustard.
“Why are you hunched over? Your breasts are beautiful, and I’ve taken the time to decorate them, although they need no decoration. It’s my way of marking my possessions and reminding you that you’ve given them to me.”
Veronica’s went wide, and swallowing heavily, she arched her back again. “Okay.”
Reaching out, he cupped her breast, his cock jumping at her soft cry of pleasure. “I want you exposed to me as often as possible. Just because we’re doing something else doesn’t mean I won’t touch you.”
He tapped one of the small chains, his cock jumping at her soft cry.
“It is mine, after all.”
He set his fork aside and cupped her other breast, making sure he tugged at the delicate chains as he massaged gently. Hiding a smile when her eyes closed on another moan and her head fell back, he eased his hold, using just his fingertips to caress her.
“You’re so damned soft.”
He pushed his plate aside. “I’m no longer hungry for dessert, at least this kind. I want something else.”
* * * *
Veronica smiled, the look of hunger in his eyes unmistakable. “What do you want?”
She couldn’t wait for him to finish undressing her, trembling with the need for his hands on her body.
Lifting one arm to rest on the table and the other in the arm of his chair, Sin smiled. “Come sit on my lap. I want you closer.”
Veronica stood on shaky legs and lowered herself to his lap, sucking in a breath when the hand behind her slid up her back to settle at her nape. “I love the way you touch me.”
Sin smiled again. “Good. That’s one hurdle crossed.”
Fisting a hand in her hair, he forced her head to the side, his hot lips moving over her shoulder and neck, sending ripples of pleasure through her and reigniting the heat that simmered just below the surface.
“I could eat you alive.”
His hand closed over her breast, the slide of his fingers tugging at the chain driving her arousal higher.
Moan after moan escaped, the sexuality of every caress overwhelming her. “Oh Sin!”