Crave Me

by Stacey Lynn

  Hope expanded in my chest like a bright shining light. “Tonight, Chloe, I’m giving you a choice.”

  “What?”

  “Tonight. You have a choice. Technically, our agreed upon time is up, our contract is up. You’ve become an incredible sub and I don’t believe for one moment I’ve done much for your training. You’re a natural, and from here on out, you should only blossom further in submission.” I let that settle over her, my praise washing over her like a warm cloth and relaxing her further. Her response was as visible as the blush on her cheeks.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “My pleasure.” Always. Her pleasure would always be mine. I grinned as our eyes met.

  She held my gaze. Tears still swam, but she blinked them black.

  “So, tonight, I have two options for you. You can end our contract, and if you’re interested, Sir Bennett is willing to see if you two might be a good fit.”

  She watched him.

  He hadn’t moved from his perch on my couch and he didn’t take his eyes off her.

  When she faced me again, I said, “Or you can choose me.”

  Her lips parted. “I’m not sure I understand.”

  I relished the idea I’d caught her by surprise. “You came to me, Chloe, and asked me to train you. I’ve done what I said I would. Now, going further, with anyone, is always your decision. Never forget that as the sub, you hold the ultimate power in the palm of your pretty little hands.” Along with my heart and soul. “I’m asking for your choice, here and now. We walk away and you can leave with Bennett tonight, or you can stay here, with me.”

  I didn’t tack on the forever. We’d get to that later, too.

  The clock hanging in the kitchen seemed to tick and tock forever while she slipped her bottom lip between her teeth. The fact she had to actually think about this sent a chill down my spine.

  She exhaled slowly. Tucking hair behind her ear again, she grinned at me hesitantly. “Haven’t you been listening to me, sir? It’s always been you.”

  Bennett stood up. “It’s a shame,” he murmured, walking toward her. When he reached her, he drifted a fingertip down her cheek. “I would have enjoyed playing with you.”

  To her credit, she didn’t pull her gaze away from me, even when he leaned in and kissed her temple. I arched a brow, almost daring her to respond in some way but the only movement she gave was a dipping of her gaze from mine as he whispered in her ear.

  Without another word, only a smirk tossed at me as he headed toward the door, he left my house, encasing us in silence.

  “So,” Chloe said after several moments. “What happens now?”

  I stood and moved to her, took her hand in mine and pulled her to her feet. Level to my chin, even with her massive heels on, she was still so small.

  I brushed my hand through her hair and cupped the back of her neck. “Now, we play. And later, we discuss the future. You ready, Little Bird?”

  “Always, sir.”

  I let my hand go and stepped back, giving her space to maneuver around me. “Good. Then I want you to go to my room and get naked. Kneel next to the bed and present yourself.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chloe

  My mind still reeling, I hesitated before I did what Simon suggested. I tilted my head back and looked him directly in the eye. “Would you have really given me to Bennett?”

  His thumb swiped my cheek. When I entered his house, and was greeted by two men sitting so still, silently inspecting me as I moved, I’d feared the worst. I assumed it meant my time with Simon truly had come to an end.

  “I told you, Chloe. You have the ultimate power. If you would have chosen Bennett, I would have had to respect it, even though it would have killed me.” A small smile lifted his lips and he leaned down, brushing his lips over my cheek. “I also would have fought for you, and since Bennett is a good friend, I’m very, very pleased you answered the way you did.”

  Was this really happening? Simon choosing to be with me? I almost couldn’t imagine the possibility that my dreams were coming true right in front of me.

  “One more question, sir?” At his nod, I continued. “Were you serious about us? Throwing away the contract and continuing?”

  “That’s two questions. I’ll answer the first. And the answer is yes, I am very serious about us. Now go to my room and do what you’ve been told to do before I add punishment to our list of activities for the evening.”

  Punishments were delightful. I’d learned that earlier in the week. Pleasing him was a billion times better.

  More questions burned my tongue. He’d thrown me into a tailspin as soon as I received his earlier text about how to behave when I arrived at his home and I still hadn’t recovered. I also trusted Simon. Because of that trust, knowing he’d explain further when he wanted to, I nodded once and walked toward his room. At the mouth of the hallway, I glanced over my shoulder and caught his gaze riveted to my ass before he brought his eyes to mine.

  Unable to resist teasing him, to let him know how happy I was, I peeled off the scarf in what I hoped was slightly seductive and dropped it at my feet. “Perhaps for later, sir?” I winked and hurried down the hall, his quiet laughter following me.

  I kicked off my heeled boots and tossed them to one side of his room, too excited to care about piling them nicely. Then I ripped off my dress and removed my underwear and bra, throwing all of it on top of my boots.

  I sank to my knees just as I heard him coming down the hall. I hadn’t even had time to get into the correct kind of headspace I usually enjoyed in this position when he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

  “Cheeky sub,” he said and stepped in front of me. “Would you like to be tied tonight?”

  “If it pleases you to do so.”

  “God,” he said, drawing out the word. “Could you be any more perfect for me?”

  I hoped like hell the answer was no.

  “On your feet, Little One.”

  I stood and he took my hands. Before I could blink, he was wrapping my soft, pink scarf around my wrists until they were firmly tied together. “Go lie down on the bed. Knees spread and arms above your head.”

  Good grief. The man had barely touched me and I was already wet. I didn’t just want this. I didn’t just want Simon. I needed Simon to be the one yielding the power. The man in the living room, Bennett, had been attractive. Inky black hair, rich brown eyes that had been narrowed on me. A body that even though he was sitting seemed defined and rigid and utter perfection. The way he inspected my body, tracked me as I walked through the room. He held power and control, it was undeniable. He would probably be a very powerful Dom. Yet despite his attractiveness, it only took me a second to know I wouldn’t want him. He was the opposite of Simon in looks, but even if he wasn’t, there was only one man I’d ever loved. Only one man I ever desired.

  Climbing onto the bed was difficult with my hands knotted in front of me, but I did my best to make it look as graceful as possible. The scarf was thick and covered most of my forearms. I pulled my hands apart, testing the bonds, and could barely move them.

  When I was in the position he’d asked, I searched for Simon. He stood at the foot of the bed, between my spread legs, naked and stroking his already hard shaft in slow, but firm strokes.

  Darn it. He’d gotten naked before I could watch.

  “Wow,” I said, my voice a mere breath. “You are so sexy when you’re naked.”

  “You’re sexy all the time, especially when you’re bound for me.”

  I wiggled a bit, teasing him. “Anything else you’d like to do to me then, sir?”

  His gaze drifted over my body and I had to fight to stay open for him, to keep myself revealed for him. He took his time and each passing moment turned me on. A month ago, I was embarrassed and
worried when I’d first presented myself for him. Now, there were no nerves. Only the delicious promise of what he’d deliver.

  “You are sensational,” he murmured, and pressed a knee to the bed. Lifting a hand, he pressed it to my throat without applying pressure. He rested his palm over the curve of my throat before he pulled it down my body, over the curve of my breast, tweaking my already hardened nipples. He ran his hand over every inch of me until I was struggling to stay still. “Do you know how beautiful you are, Chloe? How sweet you are? Do you know how much I love watching you flush and how often, when you’re not around, I think of you? Not only in my bed or playroom, but how often I think of your smile and the way you tease me? Or the way I think of how good you smell? How many times I’ve imagined you sitting next to me, on my couch, glass of wine in one hand while we talk about our days? Or kneeling at my feet, collared and leashed, waiting to follow any command I give?”

  I blinked rapidly. Holy crap. “Sir?”

  His hands dropped to my hip and he hovered over me, taking care not to put his full weight on me. He gathered my thighs and draped them over his, kneeling in front of me. My fingers curled in my bindings. I wanted to touch him, run my fingers through his hair and down his chest.

  “I love you, Chloe. I love everything about you.”

  Before I could respond—and holy shit what did I say to that?—he slammed his cock deep inside me, impaling me on this thick shaft in one harsh thrust. I screamed out his name, thrashed beneath him as my body adjusted. He fell forward, clamping my tied wrists in one of his hands.

  “Simon, sir,” I cried out as he pulled out and slammed in again. Harder this time. He consumed me. All the time, even when we weren’t together, Simon had completely taken over everything. My waking thoughts, my dreams, my fantasies. Now he’d given me all of him. The burn of his admission ignited my senses. “Oh, my God. Please, Sir.”

  “Simon tonight, Chloe. No toys, no spankings. Tonight, I want just you and me.” His eyes bored into me, and my heart tightened. My skin was on fire as he took me, pulling out and slamming deep inside me. He felt different, harder than usual. Bigger. Edgier and impatient.

  My eyes widened at the realization. “You’re not wearing a condom.”

  “Nope.” He grunted and thrust in again, swirling his hips, sending a thousand sparks through my body. “I want you. Nothing between us, ever again. I already know we’re clean and I’ve seen your pills.” He paused for a moment in his unrelenting pace.

  I could barely catch my breath. The way he took me. The way he commanded me. Now he was taking everything.

  “You okay with this?”

  “Of course, I’m just—I feel like I’m a step behind here.”

  He grinned and leaned down to kiss me. I inhaled the scent and taste of him, wrapped my tongue over his as he took my mouth and thrust his hips as roughly as he’d done before. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you up to speed soon.”

  “Oh God,” I moaned as he hit a tender spot in me. It was moments before my orgasm was heating my skin, coiling tight in my stomach.

  “I’m going to come,” I said, and widened my legs. The move put him at the perfect pressure on my clit. I cried his name, pushed against my wrists, but he held me tighter.

  “You can come when you tell me.” He pulled back and pushed his hand between us. His thumb pressed against my clit and I gasped. Continued gasping until I could barely breathe. “Tell me you love me, Chloe. Let me hear it. It’s been shining in your eyes since before I understood what it was.”

  Oh God. I’d never been able to hide anything from him. I couldn’t now.

  “Please, I need to touch you.”

  “Tell me you love me.”

  “Let me touch you.” He smiled at me and I returned it. I hoped this wouldn’t be the last time we enjoyed ourselves playfully during sex. I’d become so accustomed to all the bondage and submission and correct headspace, all of this newness overwhelmed me. Was it possible to have vanilla sex in a relationship as twisted as ours?

  He undid my scarf and as soon as my hands were free I threw them around his neck. I pulled him to me and whispered in his ear. “I love you, Simon. I’ve loved you from the moment I met you.”

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “Say it again, scream it while you come for me.”

  He picked up his pace. Diving into me, he threw me over the edge. I kept my eyes opened as my climax took me over. “Simon! I love you!”

  He seated himself fully into me, and ground his hips, rubbing himself against my clit, and immediately sending me spiraling into another orgasm. As I clawed at him, held him to me, relishing the expanse and heat of his skin as I came again, he groaned. He squeezed me tight, held me in his arms and came, moaning out his pleasure and my name.

  “Wow.” My breath settled and I ran my hands up and down his back. “Is this happening? Really?”

  I couldn’t hide the hopefulness in my voice. Not that I’d want to. Simon now had everything from me, there was nothing left to hide anyway.

  “It is,” he murmured, pressed his lips to my ear, my cheek, my throat. He skipped my lips as he moved lower, pulling out of me as he slid down my body.

  I mourned the loss of him, reached for him as he moved to his feet and stood at the edge of the bed. “Stay here while I clean you up.”

  He returned quickly, and I hadn’t moved. I couldn’t. He’d made love to me. That wasn’t just fucking or screwing or a training session. It was us, only us, joining in what I hoped would be the very beginning.

  He wiped me with a warm rag, and then crouched for his pants.

  I pushed to my elbows.

  “Don’t worry,” he said when he met my gaze. “I’m not going anywhere. I have something for you.” He joined me on the bed, pulled me to sitting and draping my legs over his lap. One of his hands stayed at his side, and the other ran up and down my thighs. “I think I might keep you naked in this bed for the rest of your life.”

  Yes bloomed on my tongue. Instead, I nuzzled into him, pressing my forehead to his throat. “Mm. Sounds delightful.”

  “I was hoping you’d agree.” His other hand came into view and a tiny black box landed on my lap. He popped it open and stole my breath.

  “What the hell?”

  “Marry me, Chloe.”

  I was stunned. Speechless. All the warmth he’d given me fled. I climbed off his lap, and knelt next to him on the bed.

  “Are you serious?” I pushed hair off my forehead, wrapped it into a knot at the back of my neck.

  As calm and serious as always, Simon turned to me with all the elegance of a Dom. “This isn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting.”

  “An hour ago, you were willing for me to take another man.”

  “And you’ll never mention it again.” His jaw tightened. “I love you Chloe. I can’t force you here, despite my threat of keeping you bound and naked for me. I needed to know, as much as you had the choice, who you would choose, what you would choose if given the option. This,” he held up the box, and holy shit the ring was beautiful. I could barely see the band beneath the sparkles. A simple round diamond. Beautiful and so large I would always feel the weight of it. “This ring is a symbol of how much I love you. How certain I am of you. Like everything else, taking it, taking me, is your decision.”

  “Wow.” I shoved my hands through my hair. The ring. Simon. Ring. Simon. Had I fallen into an alternate world? Or was I caught in a dream where fantasies really did come true? This couldn’t be real life.

  He was offering me everything I wanted. The yes I’d wanted to scream earlier lodged in my throat. “It’s unexpected,” I admitted. God, stop me from screwing this up. “I’m not saying no.”

  “Comforting.” He grinned, his hold on the box with the massive brilliance as steady as always. “Talk to me.”

 
“I love you,” I blurted. “I love you more than I can think of loving anyone, ever, and I want this.” I pleaded with him, with my eyes and my posture, kneeling and hands on my thighs. I was submitting and standing up for myself at the same time, a dichotomy I’d never truly understand. How could I be so strong while on my knees?

  It didn’t matter.

  “And you’re worried about your family.”

  “You talked to my dad.” My eyes widened as his grin did the same. “You talked to my dad today? You asked him?”

  “I did. And he mentioned Thanksgiving, something about a shit storm which you’ll finish telling me about as soon as you take the ring and let me make love to you again.”

  I laughed despite my nerves. He’d gone to my family. I couldn’t believe it as much as I could. He’d do anything for me. He’d always made that clear. “I can’t believe you talked to my dad.”

  “I’d do anything for the woman I loved.”

  Heat poured over me from his admission. He loved me. My God, tonight I’d expected to leave heartbroken and he was offering me everything I could have possibly dreamed of in a gigantic, sparkling diamond.

  His blue eyes were bright and focused on me. I couldn’t look away from the honesty pouring off him, the depth of his emotion. The fact he’d faced a man who could have potentially made his life difficult and he risked it all for me...

  It cemented my decision. My shoulders fell and I peered at him through blurring eyes. “Yes, Simon. Of course, I’ll marry you.”

  “Good answer, Little One.” He slid the cool, platinum band onto my finger and I watched as tears fell to my lap. I had been right. It was heavy. “We’ll get you a collar someday, too,” he murmured, “so I can have you leashed and at my feet whenever I desire. Tonight though, I only want you and your body along with your heart and your love.”

  “You have it,” I whispered while tears fell down my cheeks. “You always have me, Simon, all of me. I’ll love you forever.”

  “Forever.”

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