Commanded

by Stacey Kennedy

  Sawyer fought not to smile but lost. “Unless you like your feet licked, then no, that’s not my particular flavor.” He hesitated, considering how best to explain his world to a vanilla woman. “Think more in terms of bondage, flogging, and spanking. What I enjoy is an erotic and lighter form of BDSM.”

  Another short pause endured, with her intent eyes on him, before she asked, “Do you still go to a club to experience this?”

  He glanced at the cat, which wouldn’t leave him alone, and began petting the top of Mr. Magoo’s head. “I have been a member of a club since I left the military.”

  “Why?”

  He liked that she asked questions to understand, rather than simply agree or judge. “Because it gave me something I needed at that time in my life.” He put the cat on the floor again, trying to focus on Chloe. “I gained a sense of a family that comes from being around other Dominants, people who truly understand me. A place where there is order, and where my orders are followed.” Sawyer picked up the cat and put him down on the floor, closer to Chloe. “The sex and the BDSM play was simply a happy thing that I desperately needed at that time. Honestly, I needed to find joy again, and that’s how I found it.”

  Chloe smirked. “Easy way to find it, I suppose.”

  He smiled with her. “Indeed.” His smile faded away as he added, “But what I needed more was a place where the structure is much like the military. When I returned to civilian life and didn’t have that structure, my sense of purpose fled. Instead, a deep-rooted anger built because I lacked that control and discipline I’d once had in my life.”

  Mr. Magoo turned to make his way back to Sawyer, but Chloe snatched him up, kissed his head, and began scratching under his chin. “I hear transitioning from war is hard on people, so I guess what you’re saying makes sense. And it’s good you had that”—her cheeks flushed deeper, eyes looking down toward the cat—“to bring you back from a dark place in your life.”

  Sawyer heard the cat purring from where he sat. He also understood the cat’s happiness. If Chloe were to stroke him, he’d be purring, too. Silence descended upon them. Sawyer watched Chloe absently petting her cat and nibbling her lip, deep in thought. His stomach clenched in anticipation, just as it had earlier when he knew this conversation needed to happen.

  Tonight at the hospital, when he’d seen Chloe hugging his sister, he’d realized this wasn’t just sex. It wouldn’t ever be. He liked Chloe. Every single thing about her pleased him, and he wanted to get to know her better. But to do that, she needed to know him. Truth was, she might not accept his sexual preferences. One thing he’d learned from his past was that he couldn’t change himself. He needed to be Dominant at times in his life to keep centered.

  The cat’s purring deepened, and Sawyer couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Please tell me what you are thinking.”

  Chloe lifted her head, eyes crinkled at the corners. “To be honest, I’m surprised. Here I thought you were Mr. Goody Two-shoes.” She gave a sweet smile. “I guess I had you pegged all wrong.”

  Sawyer barked a laugh. Her responses always shocked him, and he loved that about her. “I don’t play by all the rules, no.”

  “Well, apparently you only play by the rules you like to make,” she mused.

  He inclined his head in full agreement. “Probably very true.”

  She regarded him for a moment. Her cheeks burned with that bright color he found both amusing and arousing. “Why are you telling me this?”

  “Because I like you.” He noticed how she squirmed a little, but Sawyer kept his eyes on her, gauging her response. “I’d like to get to know you better, if that’s all right with you. And to know you, you need to know me, because this side of me comes with it.”

  “I’m not sure…Well, I mean…I’ve never…Okay, if we’re being honest here, I’ve only been with Josh, and he doesn’t do kink.”

  Sawyer didn’t even try to hide his chuckle, but truly, no answer had ever pleased him more. He liked, more than he expected, that Chloe had only one lover in her past. And that Josh wasn’t skilled in the art of sex. “Well then, that leaves you with a choice, doesn’t it?” Her mouth parted, just enough for Sawyer to hear the hitch of her breath. “So tell me, Chloe, what woman do you want to be: an inhibited one, or a woman ready to explore?”

  She gulped. “I…know that I don’t want to be boring.”

  “Good.” That he could work with.

  Her hair fell perfectly over one shoulder, blanketing her breast, as she kissed the top of the cat’s head. “But in the name of being honest, I’m not sure what it is that you’re asking of me.”

  “I’m not asking anything of you.” Not yet, anyway.

  She frowned. “Then why are you telling me this?”

  “Because you’ve told me a lot about you. I think it’s only fair that I share everything about myself, too.”

  Mr. Magoo meowed at being ignored, and Chloe glanced at the cat and petted him. “Do you want me to go to a club with you? Is that where this conversation is going?”

  “No, Chloe.” Which, oddly, surprised him. Kyler had brought a vanilla girl into the BDSM lifestyle and married her, but Sawyer didn’t want that with Chloe. Not right now, anyway. “A BDSM club is the last place I’d take you.”

  She snorted, brows shooting up. “Oh, really? And why is that?”

  “I’m not trying to offend you. In fact, you’d fit in there just fine.” Chloe would love the Club Sin submissives. They were a great bunch of girls. “But I wouldn’t bring you because…” He paused, wondering why he didn’t want her there. He came up blank. “Right now I don’t want you there.”

  The light on the small table by the love seat illuminated the scrunch of her nose. “Is it because I’m too…as you say it…pure?”

  He tilted his head, regarding her for a moment before he crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”

  “Why?”

  He grinned. “Because I’m asking very nicely.”

  She laughed, but rose with the cat in her arms. Instead of coming to him, though, he watched her walk away. He frowned as he heard a door close, but then he realized why she’d left a second later when Chloe returned alone. She’d put Mr. Magoo in another room.

  “He’ll drive us nuts.” She gave a shy smile, moving toward him.

  When she paused by the table, wringing her hands, he crooked a finger at her again. “Come here, Chloe.”

  The air shifted as she approached, then she stopped in front of him. His cock hardened so fast he fought back a groan. The way Chloe watched him, with nerves and excitement, did more for his libido than any intense BDSM scene in Club Sin had ever done. He reached for her, grasped her wrist, and tugged her forward until she straddled his lap.

  “You see this?” He dragged his fingers over her warm cheek, watching it redden under his finger. “This innocence that you have?”

  She gave another nervous laugh. “Please don’t tell me you like how I get embarrassed.”

  “I do like it. A lot.” He grasped her waist, shifting her against his erection. “As you can feel.” Her breath hitched, and he continued, “If any of your innocence is lost, I want to be the reason for it, not because of what you’ve seen others doing. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “I suppose I do.”

  He saw how her pupils dilated, and it made him even harder. How aroused she was by simple touches. That type of chemistry wasn’t typical. And it all came from this thing between them. It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t logical. But it was natural.

  He brushed his fingers across her cheek again, staring into her eyes. “I don’t want you to lose this innocence just yet. It’s a rare and beautiful thing, and I’d like to enjoy it for a little while, if you don’t mind.”

  The compliments he gave her, honest as they were, made an impact on her, and he noticed her soften. Acceptance, desire…he read it all in her open expression. She inhaled a sharp breath as he tangled his fingers into her hair, tugging a
little to remind her who was in control now. Her eyelids became hooded and she shifted her hips against him, likely not even realizing she was doing it.

  He groaned against the ache of his cock. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “I’m thinking that I’m beginning to really like you.” She shifted her hips again, grinding herself against him. “And I’m thinking I don’t want to fight this anymore.”

  Her words brushed across him, and he grunted as the heat of her sex rested against his throbbing hard-on. To stay in control, he tried to move her off him, but she gripped his shoulders. He frowned at her. “You might not like me anymore if you don’t stop that. There’s only so much I can take.”

  Her angelic stare held his, strong in her resolve. “When you give orders”—she began circling her hips, rubbing hard against his dick—“it’s only during sexy times, right? Why don’t you explain that to me?”

  Amid the pleasure invading his mind, he knew her question came from a curious feminist. At all other times except in the bedroom, he respected the power within any woman. He simply liked control when fucking.

  To explain it all to her, he closed his fist in her hair, pulling harder now. “Stop talking and asking questions, Chloe. Kiss me.”

  From her gasp, which was drenched in pure, unadulterated desire, he knew she now understood his game.

  Chapter 8

  Chloe placed her lips over Sawyer’s and moaned. He exuded passion, an undeniable mix of lust and intensity. She absorbed all of him, allowing those emotions to trickle into her. She had wondered before whether this was too soon and if it would make her look bad to jump into bed with him so quickly after a breakup. But his past, his honesty, his integrity, what he could offer her, and the way he saw her—it all tipped the scale for her.

  Fate had led her to Sawyer. Tonight she’d gotten a glimpse into his life, and she liked what she saw there. Where they’d go from here remained a mystery to her, but none of it mattered anymore. In life, sometimes it was right to think with one’s head. Other times it was best to lean on one’s heart. At times like this, the body was all that mattered.

  She’d be a fool to stop this. And she was no fool.

  Many, many minutes later when he stopped kissing her, her body was all she knew. A palpable ache rested between her thighs, making her slick with need. Inhaling his masculine aroma, which lingered somewhere between woodsy and citrus, she opened her eyes. Only then did she truly understand the intensity that lay within Sawyer, because she could see it in his face, and it hit her like a freight train running at full speed.

  “You need to tell me you want this,” he said.

  She felt as if she’d seen parts of Sawyer tonight that he had never shown to anyone else. That made this thing between them special. His concern made him even more endearing. It made her want more from Sawyer than just a hot and sweaty night between the sheets.

  With that realization strong in her mind, she accepted that Sawyer had been right. It hadn’t been if they were going to have sex; it was simply a matter of when. And after the whirlwind of the past day, when just so happened to be now. “I want this. I want you.”

  The shift in Sawyer came instantaneously, and Chloe could spot the exact moment he let his thoughts go. His eyes grew darker, more intense. Apparently that was all he’d needed to hear from her.

  He gathered her in his arms and rose from the couch, holding her tight to him. “Bedroom?” he growled.

  “End of the hallway.”

  In a few short strides Sawyer made it to her bedroom door, somehow managing not to drop her as he opened the door. Mr. Magoo meowed and hurriedly ran out of the room. Sawyer kicked the door shut behind him and flicked on the bedroom light. Her heart raced in her chest as he moved to the bed, lowering her and blanketing himself over her. God, his body felt amazing—so strong, so thick, and so damn perfect, making her feel more feminine than ever before.

  Yet…Sawyer was a different breed of man than Chloe had known before.

  Intense. Overtly confident. A man’s man.

  “I’m nervous,” she admitted, staring into his eyes, which were flaring with desire.

  “You don’t need to be, beautiful.” He brushed his hand across her face. “I’ll take care of you.”

  Heat blasted into her as he lowered his hand to the hem of her shirt and pushed the fabric up above her bra. A shiver ran through her as he bit her nipple through the thin fabric. Only when she arched, wanting more, did he continue. “See? Nothing to be nervous about.”

  “Oh, God,” she moaned as he nibbled the other breast. Electricity shot up her spine when he pulled her bra down and exposed her. Consumed by Sawyer’s lack of hesitation and the way his tongue swirled around her areola, she shamelessly shoved her breast into his mouth.

  To her complete delight, he didn’t back away. No, he delivered on his promise to take care of her. Every time his teeth nipped at sensitive flesh, he ground his hard cock against her clit, dispelling her nervousness and replacing it with the desire to be under this man’s capable hands. His tongue teased the hard peak of her taut bud, and her universe narrowed to his mouth on her breast.

  She was so drawn in by the sensations that she hadn’t realized he’d reached underneath her to unfasten her bra or that he had removed her shirt over her head, because he’d never stopped kissing her—between her breasts, on her stomach, on her neck—there wasn’t a spot of eager skin unnoticed or untouched by him.

  That was the pleasure he could offer, she discovered.

  Sawyer paid attention. Whenever she squirmed, he stayed in that area a little longer, or would move away briefly and then return. She ran her fingers over his shaved head as he flicked open her jeans. Lit on fire now, she lifted her chin, giving him access to all of her. He greedily kissed her neck, pushing her pants and panties down. She had one second to look into his smoldering eyes before he ripped her jeans off.

  The warmth and weight of his strong body vanished as he leaned over her and placed open-mouthed kisses on her mouth, her neck, and her breasts, while his hand traveled between her thighs, stopping on her hard and achy clit. She moaned and angled her hips with each stroke of his fingers, desperate for more. Then she couldn’t stop moaning as he swirled his hand faster, bringing her higher into pleasure.

  Lost in a utopia of bliss, she wrapped her hands around his neck, holding on to him as he slid two fingers inside her, only to remove them a second later. His low, masculine grunt of delight followed as she kissed his neck. His taste, his smell…she savored him. Her hips moved in rhythm as he stroked her sex.

  Only when his mouth returned to hers did she cup his face and feel his harsh breath across her cheek. He swirled his fingers over her clit with the intent to make her come. A bold move that wasn’t a request but a demand.

  She couldn’t have refused even if she wanted to. He stole the orgasm right out of her body, leaving her a breathless mess. And yet she became aware that he wasn’t nearly finished with her. The sly smile on his face also declared as much. Eyes on her, he slid his fingers deep inside her. Her only recourse was to grip the sheets beneath her, sitting partly upright, as he finger-fucked her into another orgasm.

  Before she even had the chance to recover, Sawyer lowered himself between her thighs and dropped his mouth onto her clit, licking and sucking. From somewhere in her sexual haze, she felt Sawyer turn her over onto her stomach. He pushed one of her knees up closer to her chest and licked her sex from behind.

  She moaned. Oh, hell, did she moan. And the only thing she could manage to say was “Yes, yes, yes.” Yet this time he refused her the orgasm that was so close to breaking wide open. Now he reached for her and gathered her against his hard torso—a torso that happened to be bare.

  Chloe couldn’t recall when Sawyer had had the time to take off his shirt and unbutton his jeans, but she realized she didn’t care how he was half-naked, she only cared that he was.

  Desperate to explore him, she traced her fingers over hard musc
les, from his shoulders to his broad chest to his six-pack, and then to that sexy vee at his waist. Sawyer was a fucking dream come true.

  The thought must have registered on her face, because his grin turned devilish. “You like what you see?” he murmured.

  “I fucking love what I see.”

  His eyes became dark and aroused right before he kissed her again. On his back, he yanked her on top of him, assisting her onto her knees, which gave him room to slide his jeans down below his hips. A flash of concern shot through her, which lasted only a second, because when he stopped kissing her, he placed a condom wrapper between his teeth and ripped it open.

  Once he tossed the foil onto the bed, he urged her mouth to his, and she felt him applying the condom. But she only had a few seconds to admire how deft Sawyer was with such a task before one hand came to her nape and the other went to her hip. Then he was inside of her, and that was all that mattered.

  She’d realized when she’d rubbed against him that he had an impressive cock. But she wasn’t expecting the pinch of pain when he entered her. He stretched her, shoving every glorious inch of him deep inside her.

  His eyes stayed on her as she rode him, slow and eager. “Yeah, Chloe, just like that,” he growled. His hands cupped her face. “You’re so beautiful.” He groaned as she took him in to the hilt. Each shift of her hips left him saying something else: “Pretty. So damn pretty.” Or, “Christ, that’s it.” Or even, “Fuck, yes!”

  Before long he fell silent, and Chloe could hear nothing but her own screams of pleasure as he began to move into her from underneath at a speed she hadn’t known a man was capable of. She also had no idea she was capable of another orgasm until one hit her so fast she could only dig her fingers into his shoulders, hanging on for the ride.

  Yet again, he didn’t even give her the chance to return from the high.

  She found herself flipped onto her side, with him lying on his side behind her. Moving in his intense and powerful way, he slid his arm under her neck, holding her to him. She felt his cock on her bottom seconds before he pulled her leg up and entered her from behind. The position left her looking over her shoulder at him; it should have been awkward but was nothing less than perfection. His sculpted lips never left her mouth, stealing every single one of her moans.