by Opal Carew
She took the bag he offered, stunned.
“May I come in?” he asked.
She drew in a deep breath. “Of course.”
It was odd having him in her small, modestly furnished townhouse after the luxury of the beach house on the island.
“I won’t be long,” she said as she headed up the stairs, bag in hand.
Once in her bedroom, she dropped the bag on the bed and hurried to the bathroom to freshen her makeup and comb her long hair, then coil it behind her head.
She returned to the bedroom and dumped the contents of the bag onto her bed. In awe, she lifted the lovely black velvet dress with rhinestone trim. It was so soft and beautiful. She held it up and realized... it was strapless.
Her heart pitter pattered, but she dared not hope this meant anything more than he wanted her to be properly attired for an elegant restaurant. He probably didn’t even remember that in their fantasy foreplay, she had mentioned wearing a strapless dress.
Along with the dress was black lingerie—the bra a strapless style—black high heels with rhinestone trim to match the dress, and other accessories.
She dressed quickly then stared at herself in the mirror. The dress accentuated every curve, and revealed the creamy swell of her breasts. She felt elegant, and at the same time, sexy.
She picked up the exquisite black silk shawl and wrapped it around her shoulders, then tied it loosely in front. Then she dropped her keys and wallet into the evening bag.
When she walked down the stairs, he watched her, but his eyes gave nothing away.
“You look lovely in that dress. Let me just add one finishing touch.” He pulled a sparkling necklace from his pocket. “May I?”
She nodded and turned around. The feel of his fingers as he fastened it sent tingles of awareness dancing through her. The necklace wrapped around her throat like a collar. She walked to the doorway and glanced in the mirror. The necklace was made up of six strands of clear stones that glittered like diamonds.
“It’s very pretty,” she said.
He smiled and guided her to the waiting limo. Once they were inside, the car pulled away from the curb.
“I’m surprised to see you,” she said.
“As I said, we have some things to discuss.”
She stared at her hands. “I’m not going to press charges. You don’t have to worry about that. And I don’t need any reparation.”
That’s probably all he wanted to hear, so she might as well tell him so right up front, to reassure him. Now they would probably just make small talk over dinner, then he’d be done with her for good.
Her heart ached at the thought.
“That’s not what I wanted to discuss,” he said.
“It’s not?” She turned to him and her breath caught at the intense longing in his eyes.
His big hand cupped her face and his dark eyes blazed with heat. Then his lips found hers and the passion and persuasion of his kiss took her breath away. His arm swept around her and she melted against his strong body as he drew her tight to him.
She could barely breathe as his tongue glided deep, undulating against her own.
When their lips parted, she stared at him, dazed.
“But I thought—”
“That I didn’t want you?” He shook his head. “That was never true. I have wanted you... needed you... since we first met.”
“Then why did you walk away?”
“I did so to protect you. And if I were an honorable man, I would stay away from you.” His eyes filled with haunting sadness. “But I can’t. My life is nothing without you.”
His melancholy tore at her heart, but his words...
“I don’t understand. Are you afraid that your brother will try to hurt me if we continue seeing each other?”
He shook his head. “It’s not my family I need to protect you from. It’s me.”
“You?”
“Yes. Me and... My urges. The way I want to be with you. The way I want to... take you.”
Her hormones fluttered at the thought of him taking her.
“Why do you need to protect me from that?” Her words came out hoarse and throaty. “The thought of you taking me is exciting.”
“But what if I go too far? I want to hold you down. To feel you struggle against me.” His eyes blazed with heat. “I want to tie you up. Even use a flogger on you.”
“Aren’t there safe words for that? So I can stop you if it’s too much?”
“Yes, of course, but...”
She rested her hand on his arm. “Yasin, are you afraid you won’t stop?” His darkening eyes gave her the answer. “You’re actually afraid you’ll hurt me?”
“I don’t want you to be afraid of me. Ever. And I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.”
She took his hand and squeezed. “Yasin, I know you will never hurt me.”
“You cannot be sure of that. You cannot know.”
Chapter 15
“Yes. I can.” Lily rested her hand on Yasin’s cheek. “I know that you care about me. And you did everything you could to protect me. Even when you were intensely turned on and frustrated, you held yourself back. I know you would never force yourself on me if I told you to stop.”
Pain flashed across his eyes. “I would hope that is true, but I cannot know for sure.”
“But I do. I trust you with my life.” She took his hand. “Let’s skip the restaurant. Take me to where you’re staying and show me what you want to do to me.”
“I already arranged a romantic dinner in my hotel suite, where I had hoped to sweep you off your feet and into my bed. But not to take you roughly. I wanted to prove to myself that I can keep things tender and passionate between us. And to ask for your help to keep me on track.”
“Yasin. I love you. I don’t want you to hide from who you are. When we get to the hotel, I want you to let go and follow your urges. Don’t hold back.” She squeezed his hand. “I know we can make this work. With a safe word, I can tell you if it gets too much for me. Together, we’ll find a balance.”
She could see the doubt in his glittering, dark eyes. And also the desire. He said nothing, but pressed her hand to his lips.
The driver pulled up in front of a large, elegant hotel. Anticipation rippled through her as Yasin led her across the posh lobby and into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he stepped close, then pulled her into his arms and took her mouth, his tongue delving deep. There was a sense of urgency in his kiss. An unsettling need that ramped up her own desire.
“I want you so badly,” he murmured against her lips, “I don’t know how I’ll hold myself back.”
“Good.” She stroked his cheek, mesmerized by the sparks flaring in his eyes. “Then it will be a real test.”
He pulled her close again and she could barely breathe as he took her mouth, his hands gliding over her body, touching and squeezing her in exciting places. Her whole body quivered in anticipation.
The door whooshed open and he guided her into the suite. There was a stunning view of the city below.
“Sit. Pour yourself a glass of wine,” he said gesturing to the couch where a bottle of red wine stood on the coffee table. “I will return in a moment.” He pulled out his cell phone as he walked into another room.
She sucked in a breath, already missing his arms around her. She sat down and filled the two stemmed glasses, then sipped as she waited for him to return. As she glanced around, she noticed the candles on the table, and several vases of beautiful, long-stemmed red roses. Soft music played in the background.
Her heart swelled as she realized he’d planned the same romantic evening he had so long ago.
He really did care about her. And they had a real chance to make this work, if she could convince him he could trust himself.
A moment later, he returned. He walked to the dining table and picked up a plate, then returned to the couch and sat beside her. The heat of his body so close sent quivers through her.
“Wou
ld you like an appetizer?” he asked.
She picked up a round one with a shrimp on top and placed it in her mouth.
“That’s delicious. But I thought we were postponing dinner.”
“I’m waiting for something to be brought up. Then we will proceed.”
He lifted his glass and took a sip.
The elevator—which opened right into the suite—arrived and a uniformed man stepped from it with a box. He walked into the room Yasin had been in—she assumed the bedroom—then returned and slipped away on the elevator again.
“Don’t worry. No one will disturb us again,” Yasin said as he turned to her.
His eyes flared with heat as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Her mouth opened to his plundering tongue, which swept deep inside her.
Then he eased her back and his gaze fell to her shawl. He untied it and pulled it open so he could see her dress. His gaze raked over her body.
“You look good in that dress. But I want to see you naked.”
With a quick motion, he twisted the shawl around her arms, then tightened it to pull them behind her. He curled and twisted it a few more times, then tied it snugly, binding her arms behind her so tight, she couldn’t move them.
His gaze fell to the top of her dress. There was a fire in his eyes she’d never seen before. He ran his fingertips along the swell of her breasts, lightly at first... lulling her... then he wrenched the front of her dress down, revealing her sheer black lace bra. Her nipples pushed at the delicate fabric, nearly popping though it. He leaned down and covered one hard nub with his mouth, then sucked deep and hard, making her cry out.
His gaze darted to her face.
“Tell me your safe word,” he commanded.
“Um...” She could barely think straight. “Vase,” she said as she noticed candlelight glitter on one of the crystal vases holding the roses.
“Good.” He tugged down her bra, ripping some of the delicate lace and exposing her naked breasts. He covered them with his hands, stroking roughly.
Then he pinched one nipple, lightly at first, then he squeezed it so hard, she gasped.
“What word do you use to tell me to stop?” he demanded again.
She sucked a breath, her gaze pivoting to his. “Vase.”
“Good.” He pinched her other nipple. “And do you want me to stop yet?”
She shook her head. “No,” she breathed.
His mouth spread in a slow smile. “What if I strip you naked and tie your arms and legs wide apart so I can do anything I want to you? Touch you anywhere? Will you say your safe word then?”
Chapter 16
Lily shook her head.
Yasmin pulled the clip from her hair and stroked his fingers through the long strands as they tumbled over her shoulders. Then he twisted his hand, coiling her hair around his fingers, and jerked her head back, exposing her throat. He dipped his head and ran his lips along her neck, teasing the skin with his teeth.
Then he nipped the tender skin and she jerked in surprise.
“What about now?” he asked.
“No. You won’t drive me away so easily.”
He smiled again. “Address me as Master.”
“Yes, Master,” she responded obediently.
He released her hair and she lifted her head. Her whole body tingled with need, wanting him to manhandle her. Wanting to feel his hands roam over her. To squeeze and stroke her everywhere.
“Stand up,” he commanded.
As soon as she was on her feet, he unzipped her dress and pulled it to her ankles. His heated gaze raked over her body, then fell to her small panties. His fingertips traced the side of the lace, down her inner thigh, sending quiver through her. Then it slid underneath. He curled his fingers outward and tugged on the delicate lace, pulling it into her folds. The tightness there made her long for his fingers to stroke her. To push inside her.
He used his other hand to tear through the lace, disengaging it from the waistband, then he pulled the tattered end, tightening and loosening it so that it glided over her slickness.
“Kneel.”
His sudden command had her on the floor in front of him before she realized what she was doing.
“Now pull out my cock and suck on it.”
She could see the fabric of his crotch pulled tight over the large bulge. She pulled down the tag of his zipper, then reached inside. Tingles danced down her spine at the feel of his hard flesh in her hand.
She gazed at his smoldering eyes as she pressed her mouth to his tip. It was hot and smooth against her lips. He watched her as she opened, then glided her lips around his bulbous cockhead. She ran her tongue over it as it filled her mouth. Slowly, she glided down his rod, taking him about halfway.
His fingers forked through her hair again and he guided her head. Up and down. Pushing a little deeper each time. Her insides fluttered at the feel of his hard flesh stroking into her mouth.
Then he cupped her head and pulled her deep onto him, filling her throat. Her eyes widened and she fought back the gag. Holding her tight to his groin, he rocked his pelvis against her, filling her even deeper.
“When your mouth is full,” he said, “you can’t say your safe word, so shake your head and I’ll free you long enough to say it if you want. Show me the signal so I know you understand.”
She shook her head as best she could.
He drew her head back, releasing her from his cock and she sucked in a breath.
He arched his eyebrow expectantly, waiting for her to say the word.
“Thank you, Master, for filling my mouth with your cock. Please let me continue.”
“No.” Then he stood up, pulling her to her feet by her hair. He marched across the room, leading her into the bedroom. A box sat on the dresser.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
She turned for him and he untied the shawl, releasing her arms.
“Now lay across the bed. Face down.”
She lay across the bed, her arms stretched out in front of her.
He stripped off his clothes dropping them to the floor, then strolled to the dresser and opened the box. She couldn’t see what he took out of it, but a moment later, he walked behind her.
She felt fabric fall across her back. Soft. Maybe suede. He moved it from side to side so it quivered over her skin. He glided it over her again and again. It felt nice.
Then suddenly with a crack, it whipped across her skin.
Oh, God, it was a flogger. The thick strips of fabric bit into her skin, making it sting.
Then he quivered it over her again. Soothing.
Then another crack and smarting pain.
“Do you want me to stop yet?” he asked.
She drew in a deep breath. This didn’t sound like what he’d been talking about when he’d been worried about losing control. This was practiced and very controlled.
And she liked it. Her insides were melting at the thought of him controlling her... surprising her... with his wicked flogger.
“No, Master, I don’t want you to stop. But I do want you to be honest about what you want.”
She rolled onto her back and opened her legs. The sight of him, standing totally naked in front of her, sent her heart rate rocketing.
“You want to take me. Hard,” she said.
His smoldering eyes burned hotter than ever as his gaze settled on her slick folds. She arched, opening wider to him.
“You want to drive your huge cock into me and fuck me until I scream.”
He surged forward, his knees on either side of her chest, and wrapped his hand around her throat.
“You do not tell me what I want.” His fingers tightened, sending panic through her.
His eyes blazed, then he pulled open her mouth and plunged his cock into her, filling her impossibly full.
His hand loosened around her neck, but he pumped into her mouth. His cock filling her throat as she struggled to breathe.
It was so big.
He was c
lose to coming, but it was too much.
She shook her head.
He pumped again.
She shook faster.
For a moment, she feared he wouldn’t notice her signal, or would choose to ignore it, given how close he was.
But then he pulled back, his cock dropping from her mouth. He turned his back on her and strode across the room, his fists clenched at his side. She gasped for air, crumpling on the bed.
He turned around and strode back to her, anxiety clouding his eyes. He raked his hand through his thick, wavy hair as he sat down beside her.
“Fuck, Lily. I am so sorry. I—”
But she surged upward and tugged him to her. She captured his mouth and pushed her tongue inside as she kissed him with passion.
When she drew back, his simmering eyes watched her.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she murmured. “I was just a little overwhelmed.” She stroked his cheek lovingly. “But right now, I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes filled with a sweet desire and he pulled her against him again. His arms encircled her and she could feel his heart pounding.
“I love you so much.” The words, in his deep, velvety voice, were filled with intense passion. Edged with pain.
“Then throw me down on the ground and fuck me.” Her voice grated with raw need.
His eyes blazed with fire and he grabbed her upper arms and pulled her off the bed, then thrust her onto her back on the thick carpet. Sucking in air, he dropped to his knees over her.
“So you want me to fuck you?” His eyes flashed with menace and he grasped his cock in one hand. “Beg.”
Heat quivered through her. “Oh, please, Master. Fuck me with your big cock.”
He stroked his thick member.
“Open your pussy and stroke inside it. Then let me taste you.”
His command made her quiver uncontrollably. She opened her legs wide and hooked the fingers of both hands into her folds and opened them for him to see. His eyes darkened as she glided inside the wetness. Then she lifted one hand and offered it to him.
He snatched her wrist and pulled her two wet fingers to his mouth. Then he sucked them inside. The feel of his hot, wet mouth around her... the pressure of his sucking... made her wetter than she thought possible.