“Leland…” She met his gaze, her lips parted.
“I’m here, darlin’. Trust me with all of it. Don’t fight me.”
She shook her head. “Scared…just a little. Don’t know why.”
He lifted her back into his arms, the rope falling away. He made her smile as he rolled backward, carrying her with him and changing their position so she was straddling him and he was stretched out beneath her. She curled her fingers into his chest. He had her sitting on his erection, stretched out hard and flat against his belly. She rubbed herself against his substantial length, her breath shortening at his thickness, at the steel beneath velvet.
“Who’s in control, Celeste? Who’s in charge?”
Ironic question, because the change of position should have made the answer obvious. But it wasn’t. What was real and true was going on in the connection between their eyes, all the intense feelings she felt there, as well as in the grip of his hands on her hips. “You.”
The lines alongside his eyes crinkled, his firm lips curving. “Can I get that on tape? On the record?”
“No.” That made his smile deepen, even as he held her more tightly. Her little movements and twitches became more insistent, desire rising over fear. Her hands slid over his wide chest, that smooth butterscotch skin. Well, smooth except for the occasional scar. She touched the one on his abdomen that he’d said was a ricochet. His hand went to her shoulder, traced the bullet wound turning into a small, shiny scar. His eyes darkened, shifted to meet hers.
“Put me inside you, Celeste.”
His grip loosened so she could reach between them, curl her fingers around him. She moistened her lips. “You’re so big. You always are, but…”
“I’ve been thinking about being inside you for the past couple weeks, darlin’. I want to drive it all away. Remind you that you’re mine so you don’t have any thoughts otherwise.”
She guided him to the mouth of her pussy, and her tissues were so moist, so eager, she drew him in with barely a breath, sliding down his length, her face tightening at the stretch. As she adjusted to accommodate his size, her breath grew shallower in that wonderful, thrilling way. She pressed herself down on him as far as she could go, resting on his pelvis and feeling his length fill her so there was no doubt he had her. He took control again, holding her fast as he made small movements inside her, increasing the kaleidoscope of sensations. She curled her hands over his forearms, holding on as he started to move her up, down. Deep inside her, then a slow withdrawal, all the nerve endings tingling as she rose and fell.
“Bring your breasts to my mouth. I want to be sucking on them when you start to come.”
Just hearing that was enough to tip her over. Her body convulsed on him, but she obeyed, cupping her breasts in trembling hands and bringing the taut peaks to his mouth. He kept her moving on him, and she shuddered at the new angle, even more excruciating. She could feel the inevitability of the soul-shattering climax like the certainty of sunshine dancing on the Mississippi, but it was all at his pace. He bit one nipple, flicked it with his tongue, drew it back in so hard, so she felt the pull all the way to the womb. Reaching up with one hand, he slid his fingers under the choker, thumb stroking her jugular, and she closed her eyes, all of her vibrating with need.
“Master…”
He reversed their positions so smoothly it took her breath away, pressing her down into the fleece throw. He framed her face with his hands, his eyes fierce, mouth firm. “Mine,” he said quietly. “Always, Celeste.”
She surrendered everything to him. And as she did, the emotions that filled her overflowed and expanded, covering the room, every inch of the house. The cleaning crew had done their part but it had needed this to make it all hers again for real. Now she believed it, with the same miraculous certainty she believed the man in her arms was hers as well.
“Yours, Master. Please. Always.”
He shifted so he could wrap his arms around her. As he began thrusting, their gazes never left one another. She locked her legs over his thighs, his pumping hips. He held her closer as he took them both over that edge, a free fall to bliss.
She hadn’t needed pain or elaborate restraints to find this place inside herself. Just a Master who showed her surrender was the way to happiness. To bliss. To letting go of all that didn’t matter so she could hold on to what did.
With both hands.
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Now that Celeste and Leland have found one another, would you like to read the FREE novella about Celeste’s night with Ben at Club Surreal, the event that started her on the road toward Leland? (Marcie says it’s okay. So does Leland, even though he’s a little more grudging about it.) The novella is called “Retribution,” and it’s available on the JWH Connection fan forum, under the Vignette section. Information about the forum and instructions on how to access it are here – http://storywitch.com/community.
Soul Rest is a Knights of the Board Room book. If you’d like to know more about Joey W. Hill’s work or that series, visit her website or the series page at http://storywitch.com or http://storywitch.com/series-kbr. Free excerpts for all the books are available there. Each book of the series can standalone, because each book is about a different “Knight,” so see who piques your interest!
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