“Hold out your wrists,” he demanded softly.
His voice was what she would imagine chocolate would sound like if it could speak.
She complied with his instruction, and he revealed a key which he used to free her hands. She noticed the faint bite of the metal that had dug into her skin. It was the tightest pair of cuffs she’d ever seen, but she knew it was like that for a purpose, and that purpose was evident from the red imprints in her skin.
He placed the cuff in the pocket of his pants and resumed his inspection, sliding to his knees as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties and tugged down. Lila knew that at this point there was no turning back. She was his for the whipping, flogging, or whatever the hell he desired to do to her.
Looking down into his hypnotic green orbs, she felt herself let go of the inhibitions Jeena had spoken of earlier. To have him kneeling in front of her as though she were the only thing that existed in the entire world…she had never had a man look at her like that before, and it was exhilarating.
It made her feel powerful and beautiful. Though she couldn’t see the rest of his face, she was ready and willing to submit to this sexy stranger. The feather-like touch of his fingertip made her tremble, but it wasn’t with fear, but with a clawing need.
***
Killean had seen a lot of women in his life, both professionally and privately. He had bedded countless numbers of women. For him, sex wasn’t a novelty; he just needed it. Those women had been beautiful too, submissive, and sexy, a combination that made his libido fly out the roof. But this one he’d never seen before. Her innocence was almost tangible, yet he could feel the excitement emanating from her. He could see the awe as she gazed down at him. After a moment, he felt her relax, and he knew she was ready for whatever he had planned for her. Terrence had filled him in on his special guest tonight. The simple details would show her what it meant to be a submissive. He didn’t really need the details. He had one task in mind: pleasure her and send her home and forget about her.
But something about her was just irresistible, sexy, and addictive.
She was completely naked before him, and he couldn’t help but run his fingertips along her thighs, under the curve of her round, delicious ass before continuing on a path up her spine. She shuddered and released a gasp. His touch still had the same effect after all these years.
He pushed her until her back was touching the apparatus. One of his favorites was the X, as it gave him complete authority over a woman’s body. But tonight he wanted to see her helpless, suspended from the ceiling. Pulling down the shackles that were attached to the grid, he gave her the next instruction.
“Lift your arms,” he rasped.
She complied immediately. Her small perky breasts arched enticingly with the rise of her arms. Her nipples were taut, and his mouth watered for a taste. Once he shackled her, he stepped back and regarded his work.
Utterly beautiful.
***
Lila tried pulling at the shackles but gasped as they bit into her skin with a sharpness that radiated to her core, spilling liquid heat.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured at her ear, his warm breath fanning the skin.
Her pulse quickened.
Lila felt the soft fabric brushing against her eyes. He had blindfolded her. Nothing happened for a moment, and her anticipation spiked…
…until she felt his hands on her, his fingers tantalizing the delicate skin of her stomach all the way to her mound. His touch was electric. His hand hovered over her swollen bud of nerves, and every time he moved closer he would just pull away, teasing her. She moaned, her head rolling back as pleasure spiked through her veins.
His hands caressed her skin, skimping over her nipples. His touch was subtle and yet it managed to make her pussy clench tight and her nipples tighten until they ached. Something like leather was pressed to her ass, traveling on an invisible path from the crack all along the length of her spine. She trembled and arched her body into the sensuous slide of the leather. It moved along the length of her jaw, brushing under the curve of her lower lip.
Using the tip, he applied pressure to her chin, forcing her lips to part on a sigh. It was thrust halfway into her mouth, moving back and forth on her tongue until it was slipped out of her mouth and moved down her throat as she tipped her head back.
The object continued on its path of erotic destruction, brushing along the valley of her breasts before slapping against her tender nipples harshly. She jolted with a surprised cry as the slap travelled along her belly, contracting her abdomen.
The crop disappeared and something cold was clamped around her nipples, biting into the puckered flesh. Lila cried out from the pain, her body bucking forward. She sank her teeth into her lips as her body went delirious from the pleasure-pain.
The crop was back, and this time it descended down her waxed mound. She wanted him to touch her there, stroke her there until she was numb from pleasure.
“Please…” she begged.
***
Killean always liked it when a woman begged him to make her come. The way she looked—bound and helpless with her nipples in the punishing clamps—he was glad he had tightened them from the last time. Her body bouncing toward him like a pagan offering had his cock hard. He moved the crop down her mound against her clit, which was peeking through her wet, swollen folds. He flicked the crop against her sopping sex and she cried out through clenched teeth. What he would do to get his mouth on her, but he had to follow the instructions that he had received from Terrence. This was what she wanted.
He slapped the protruding organ again and watched as she parted her thighs by going onto her tippy toes. He could see her juices on the tip of the crop as he massaged the sting he had administered to her clitoris. His mouth watered for a taste.
“Please…”
She was begging again. He dropped the crop with a thud to the floor.
“Fuck the rules.”
***
Lila licked her lips, wondering what that meant. She gasped as she felt his heat and then a large warm hand cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her. Her legs were placed over his shoulders and she felt his breath against her sex. He buried his nose against her mound and inhaled her scent deeply.
Feather-light kisses trailed down her stomach and belly. The muscles of her vagina contracted deliciously. His mouth covered her entirely, and she moaned and arched her body further into his hungry mouth. It was the first time she’d had a man’s mouth down there. She never knew it could be this good.
The tip of his tongue swirled around her clit, sensitizing the small bud even more. Lila arched into his hungry mouth, and he gave her light long pulls that had her hips rolling. His fingers held her hips, pinning her while she drowned in sexual torment. Every atom of her being was on fire, and she gasped as his suckling became more frenzied and rough.
He thrust his tongue into her and licked around the sensitive tissues of her quivering vagina. Lila loved this, loved how he worshiped this part of her with his mouth. She felt so soft and completely opened up. It was so hot.
The pain from the clamps around her nipples and the frenzied suctions of his mouth were becoming unbearable. She could no longer distinguish pleasure from pain. It was a sweet combination. She felt like a goddess as he feasted at her altar. Something deliciously painful pooled at the pit of her belly, and she felt it coming, crashing in like a tidal wave. Her nipples were suddenly freed from the clamps, and the feeling made her go crazy. She couldn’t explain it. His mouth vanished, and he pinched her clit. Lila bucked and screamed as she combusted all over his mouth. His tongue lapped at her sex as she tried to recover from her orgasm.
Her body went into a series of convulsions before her feet landed on the ground. He cupped her jaw gently and gave her a drugging kiss. At the back of her mind, she knew this was done impulsively. She opened her mouth and returned his kiss urgently, tasting herself as his tongue tangled with hers.
“Thank you,” she
breathed.
There was no response. She heard the faint sounds of footsteps, the lock turned, and then the door closed softly behind him. He’d left her.
***
Lila sat in front of the computer, and the blank screen stared back at her as though taunting her. Her fingers were paused over the keys as she tried to clear her head. Instead, she found herself closing her computer as he crossed her mind. It had been a week since her erotic encounter at the club with the mystery man. She still remembered his touch, the feel of his teeth as they sank into her lip, the way the crop had slapped against her clit, how she had come gloriously…
Her research was quickly turning into an obsession of erotic adventures. She could never see herself as submissive, but in that moment, it had been the most exhilarating feeling in the world to just give up her control to someone else. It was more than just the sexual part for her; something about him had gotten under her skin. The way he had looked at her…
The door of the office opening brought her out of her sexual mist.
“I have a proposition for you.”
She smiled as she cleared her desk. Normally, that was how Professor Henry Langman initiated a conversation with her, and it had been that way for the past four years she studied at Columbia.
“I’m listening,” Lila said, pushing her glasses up onto her nose. Facing the tall, dark-haired professor, he launched into his well-rehearsed speech.
“I understand you said that you were free at the moment and weighing out your options,” he began.
Lila was interested to see where this was going. “Yes?”
“Why not apply as a full-time teaching assistant? There are openings, and we all know you have a knack for these things.”
There was nothing to think about, really. Lila had thought about lecturing on many occasions, but she had her heart set on taking up the offer to work alongside her father as well as her current research on the human behavior structure. Unfortunately for her, she hadn’t found a willing participant.
“There’s nothing to really think about, Mr. Langman. You of all people know how much I love Columbia.”
“I’ve been dying to get an assistant for months, and you are the ideal candidate. You’re dedicated and you can go far, Lila.”
“Thank you. The smell of offices and books are never tiring, though I’d like to get my hands on some practical things for once.”
“Speaking of which, we have a guest coming in today to speak to us.”
“About?”
“He’s a benefactor to some of the students here. And he wants to invest more and set up scholarships in certain programs he has interest in, like business and psychology.”
Her interest was piqued.
“Have you ever heard of Killean Knight?”
“Yes. But I never got the chance to see him in person. I didn’t know he was a benefactor.”
“He was a student too, so I’m not surprised.”
“I can’t wait to give back too.”
“You’re already giving back and you have no idea, Miss Montgomery.”
She shrugged. “Is there anything you need help with?”
“No, I think I’ll manage.”
“Okay. See you.”
Lila made her way out and down the almost empty hall. She recognized Dean Ruther engaged at the end of the hallway in what looked like a very important conversation. The man muttered something and turned away a few feet to answer a call. She had intended to just walk past them unnoticed, but the Dean noticed her.
“Miss Montgomery, you’re here,” she greeted. “How are you?”
“I’m doing well, Mrs. Ruther.”
“Have you ventured out in the world of work yet?”
“Not quite. I’m looking at some organizations right now.”
“That’s good. And speaking of organizations, I think you should meet Mr. Knight.”
She hadn’t paid any attention to her guest. But upon hearing that name, she did, and her eyes widened noticeably as she drank in the man who now stood frozen, staring at her as though she had two heads. Her lips parted, and Lila was lost to all coherent thoughts.
She’d seen him before in the society pages, but those photos didn’t do him justice. Lila saw beautiful men every day at the monthly soirees her mother threw at the family’s home, gotten her fill of them, but she hadn’t known the true meaning of male beauty or raw masculinity. This man was the epitome of it all.
Piercing emerald green eyes bored through hers, the most interesting she’d ever seen. They were scorching with a ferocious hunger that was sexy and frightening and wild in a guarded way. She drank in more of his perfect face with its alarmingly beautiful bone structure that would make all those models she saw on billboards in Times Square weep with jealousy. It was like looking at the perfect male sculpture.
Her eyes dropped to his cruel mouth. He didn’t have the typical thin lips that men usually had. His were full in a way that was sexy as hell, and it had her in a sudden spin of fantasies that shocked her. He spoke of decadence that she’d oftentimes fantasized about.
Lila’s gaze took its time to travel back to his breathtakingly beautiful eyes. With a thick mane of the blackest hair she had ever seen, she wondered if she was actually hallucinating or if this was one of her dreams again. To say he was beautiful would be an insult to him. She blinked when the dean’s voice broke her out of the haze.
“Mr. Knight, this is one of our students, Lila Montgomery. She did a minor in business administration and is currently doing a major in psychology. She’s doing research on human behavioral structure based on sexual preferences, and she’s in the market for a job.”
“Actually—” Lila started, tearing herself away from his classic cheekbones and intense gaze.
“Knight Industries has a very good internship program for young graduates, Miss Montgomery.”
Oh dear! Her toes curled as his deep, raspy voice sent shivers through her body. It was one of those voices you heard and without seeing the face you knew what kind of a man it belonged to. It had a ring to it, sex appeal, and it reminded her of power, dominion, expectations, and other things…she was aware that she might be blushing and cleared her throat.
“I’m sure they do,” she said.
“Killean Knight,” he said, extending an inviting hand.
The way he assessed her, his gaze intent, made her feel bare.
Exactly like the pleasure god who made me come.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” she returned. His grip was firm and warm. She felt an odd charge run through her arm. His touch sparked an awareness of him as though she had experienced it before. It made her withdraw her hand from his a bit too quickly, and he noticed.
“It was good to speak to you again, Mr. Knight,” the dean interjected. “We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow same time.”
He spoke to the dean, but his eyes were on Lila all the time.
Oh, so he will be here tomorrow.
“Same here, and yes, same time. My schedule should be clear.”
Dean Ruther smiled and touched her arm before she left them for her office. Lila was going to leave too. After all, she saw no reason to linger, and she didn’t want to seem weird just standing there staring at him in an empty hallway. It didn’t do well for an intelligent young lady. So Lila turned and started to walk away.
“Have you applied to my company, Miss Montgomery?”
She came to a halt. Once again his voice sent an unexpected shiver through her. She could only imagine the kind of power he possessed behind closed doors. Lila closed her eyes for a brief second before turning to look at him. He looked like a world dominator in his black three-piece ensemble.
“Well, no…”
She told herself he didn’t need to know that.
“We have an excellent internship program for early graduates, Miss Montgomery.”
Lila could imagine that he did. He took a step closer, and she could smell him. The scent was
pure male musk and something spicy, authentically masculine.
“Why haven’t you applied?”
She thought he was too forward with his questions, and he was looking at her as though he deserved an answer, like she owed it to him to give him an explanation. He had some mad skills.
“I’m still weighing my options, Mr. Knight, so we’ll see.” Lila laced her shaking fingers together and maintained eye contact, but her damn eyes kept going back to his mouth. “And my research is my number one priority at the moment.”
“I like to have fresh, young, innovative minds in my company, Miss Montgomery. Don’t take too long to weigh your options.”
She didn’t know why he was eager to have her in his company. She got lost in her thoughts for a while. She glanced back at him to find him watching her with slightly narrowed eyes.
“I’ll think about it for sure.”
She was eager to get away from him, but this man seemed determined to continue the conversation. She could tell by the sudden flare of interest in his eyes. The only time a man had ever looked at her like that was in the eleventh grade when she helped Allen Rowe pass Trigonometry.
“How do you know I’m the ideal person?” What she really wanted to ask was why he thought she wanted to apply to his company.
His ridiculously wet-dream lips curled into a smile, and she audibly sucked in a mouthful of air. “We Columbians are nothing less and much more.”
She returned his smile. She couldn’t agree more.
“And Dean Ruther seems to be a big fan of yours.”
“I have a good reputation around here. I have to maintain the golden halo on my head.”
“I could only imagine.” He smirked.
His eyes seemed to have turned liquid, swirling with a hypnotic glint as he drank her in hungrily and had the place between her thighs aching. There was also this look in them as if he were privy to some decadent secret. She was going to reply, but then what must have been a vibration of his phone interrupted the conversation. He frowned, his perfectly dark, arched brows smashing together.
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