Reveal Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence Book 9)

by Laylah Roberts

  He cupped one breast, playing with the nipple but kept his attention on the contract. Jesus, didn’t he know the affect he was having on her?

  Of course he knows, Ria. He’s a Dom. He’s played with a lot of subs before.

  Yeah, she didn’t want to think about that. About all the subs that had come before her and the ones that would come after he left. She wanted to enjoy every moment with him. He was too good to be true.

  “I’ve added a few more rules around safety.”

  “Like what?”

  “If something happens where you feel threatened, scared or hurt, I want you to tell me immediately.”

  She guessed that was fair enough. She nodded.

  “When I’m not with you, you need to be careful, understand? If you’re in this apartment, the door must be locked at all times. I’m going to get you another deadbolt.”

  Another one? She already had two. Well, she guessed one more wouldn’t hurt if it made him feel better. “I always keep the door locked, Connor. I’m pretty safety-conscious.”

  It was kind of her worst nightmare, to be in the shower and have someone sneak in when she couldn’t hear them.

  “Good. I don’t like that these apartments have no security, anyone can get up here. I’m going to put in some extra security measures, unless you’ll let me move you to a more secure building.”

  Let him move her? He did realize they were in a temporary relationship. She hated the sound of that, but it was true. There was an end date, even if they didn’t know when that date was.

  “What security measures?” she asked.

  “I want to put in an alarm. If someone tries to enter, it will let off a noise loud enough that even if you don’t have your hearing aid in you will hear it.”

  She flushed a little. He spoke so casually about her hearing, as though it didn’t bother him at all. And she guessed maybe it didn’t. Why was it that the first guy she’d found who didn’t think she was odd because of her hearing wouldn’t be with her long term?

  Just her luck, she guessed.

  Her luck sucked ass.

  “It doesn’t have to be that loud; I still have hearing in my other ear.”

  “Hmm, right. You usually sleep without your hearing aid in, though, right?”

  “Yes.” She hadn’t last night, though. A mix of embarrassment and nervousness. “But I’m a light sleeper.”

  “I’m still going to put in a loud alarm.”

  “It’s going to wake my neighbors.”

  “Screw your neighbors.”

  “I don’t need it, Connor.”

  His face grew still. “I disagree.”

  “But—”

  “I’m putting the alarm in, Ria.”

  “I can’t afford it,” she told him honestly. “I don’t have the money to pay for it.”

  “Did I say you needed to pay for it?”

  She folded her arms across her chest. Seemed like they were headed towards an argument, and she felt like she was on at a disadvantage, being naked and all.

  “Listen—” She tried to pull back off his lap, and he grabbed hold of her hips.

  “Did I say you could move, little subbie?” His voice was dark. Commanding.

  Her stomach tightened.

  “You can’t Dom me into agreeing to this.”

  “Dom you into it?” He shook his head. “You’re my sub. We’re signing a contract together. A contract that gives me certain rights. One of which is to protect you. You get into trouble; I am here to help you. Protection. Comfort. Discipline. That all comes from me. Part of that protection includes a security alarm. And since I am insisting you get an alarm, I will pay for it.”

  “It doesn’t seem right,” she said stubbornly.

  He raised his eyebrows. “You change your mind about signing the contract?”

  “You know I haven’t and that’s not fair.”

  “Never said I play fair, wildcat.”

  She sighed. “You can’t get your way all the time.”

  “Oh, I don’t think there’s any worry about that. You’re stubborn enough to fight me on plenty of things. But you won’t be fighting me on anything to do with your safety, understand?”

  “I thought this contract was more about play at the club.”

  “Am I only your Dom at the club? Is that what you want?”

  She didn’t even need to think about it. She shook her head. She didn’t just want him at the club.

  “Good. That’s not what I want either.” He pulled her arms gently away from her chest then grasped her around the waist, running his thumbs along the underside of her breasts. “But since we both agree I’m your Dom of the time, that means I get certain perks. Those perks include taking care of you. Watching over you. Not going to restrict your movements. But if I call you, I want you to answer the phone and if I want to know where you are, you tell me. You’re free to go where you like, so long as it’s safe. Want to go out with your girlfriends, I drive you there and pick you up. You want to move from the place where I left you, you call me and I pick you all up and drive you to the next spot. Okay? I want you to be safe. That’s a big thing for me, Ria. In fact, it’s a deal breaker. You don’t want that then you say so now and we just play at the club. But we need to work it out before we sign the contract.”

  “I want that,” she said.

  He raised an eyebrow and she realized she wasn’t being clear enough. “I want you to be my Dom all the time. Even if you are crazy protective.”

  He smiled. “You know you get perks too.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “I’ve just become your own personal chauffeur. You call me, I’m going to answer the phone. If I can’t then leave me a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. You just became a very important person in my life. I take care of what’s mine, Ria.”

  It was a totally alpha statement. She should probably protest being considered his. But this is what she’d always wanted. To come first with someone.

  You don’t really come first, though. His job here does.

  But second was still pretty good, right?

  He’d heard from his boss earlier that Roarke wanted him to track down the blackmailer. Hunter and Roarke were going to come meet with him in a few days.

  “Hand me that contract,” she told him.

  “Make sure you read it through,” he warned. “I want things to be very clear between us.”

  She nodded and tried to scoot off his lap again.

  “I didn’t say you could move. And since that’s the second time you’ve tried to move without permission, you can expect to find yourself over my knee when you’re done signing it.”

  Yeah, that didn’t quite feel like the threat he probably meant it to be, she thought as a shiver ran across her skin.

  “We need to talk, little one.”

  “Now?” Ria squeaked.

  He looked her over. She was bent over the coffee table. Her knees were tied to two of the table’s legs, her delicious ass facing him. He’d tied her wrists to the legs on the other side. She wasn’t going anywhere.

  Damn, that was a pretty sight. He could just sit here and stare at her all day. Her ass was red from the spanking that he’d administered earlier. The folds of her pussy were wet and plump due to the way he’d teased her, taking her to the edge and pulling her back until she was begging him.

  Ah, there was nothing more delicious than listening to a little subbie beg. Of course, Ria’s begging was interspersed with a lot of swearing, and he’d had to give her another spanking for calling her Dom some less than flattering things.

  He loved her spirit and her fire, but he would have obedience when they were at the club or playing. And especially when it came to safety. If she got involved in this blackmail case, and he knew there was no keeping her out, then she was going to have to learn he was in charge.

  “Yes, now. I think this is a perfect time, don’t you?” he drawled.

  He was getting more curious about
her background. There was nothing personal in this apartment. No pictures of her family strewn around, which seemed unlike Ria, she was so loyal to those she cared about. According to the background check he’d run her parents were deceased but where were the pictures? Had she fallen out with them?

  There was just something so temporary about this apartment. As though she didn’t intend to settle here.

  She definitely had her secrets. And he itched to dig deeper and see if he could discover them. However, he wouldn’t do it behind her back. If he did and she found out, it would be a breach of trust. No, he hoped to get her to a place where she felt comfortable enough to share with him.

  “No. I don’t.” She wiggled against her bonds. He got up and checked them, looking for any sign they were too tight.

  “How are you doing, wildcat?” She hadn’t been in the bonds long but he still wanted to check in.

  “Not great, Sir.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “That’s not one of your safewords.”

  She let out a breath. “I’m in agony here.”

  “Where?” What had he missed? Where was she hurting? He turned to grab his EMT shears that he’d set down on the sofa when she groaned.

  “It’s okay, baby. I’ll have you out soon.”

  “Not that sort of agony,” she explained. “I’m dying of need here, Sir.”

  His heart rate slowed. “Little subbie, you just gave me a heart attack. When you said you were hurting, I thought you were in real pain.”

  “I am.” She looked up at him where he stood next to the coffee table, glaring down at her, his hands on his hips as he gave her his most disapproving look. He saw guilt fill her gaze.

  “Sorry, Sir. Didn’t mean to scare you. I’m green.”

  “Next time I ask how you are during a scene, I expect you to give me one of your colors, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I was about ready to cut you out of there, thinking you were in pain.”

  “But I am in pain. Just not from the ropes.”

  A sliver of amusement filled him although he was careful not to let it show. “A spanking causes pain to make you think twice about disobeying your Dom.”

  “I wasn’t talking about the spanking.”

  “Really? Maybe we need to revisit that. I’ve got a nice leather paddle in my bag.”

  “No! I mean my ass really hurts, Sir. I’ve learned my lesson. I have.”

  Sure, she has.

  “Then where are you hurting?”

  He knew exactly what she was talking about but he wanted to hear the words from her.

  Her cheeks flushed, her eyes growing bright. He’d had her tie her hair back to keep it out of her face and it fell down her back in a long ponytail. He tugged it. She drew in a sharp breath. Her lips parted. Her eyes went a little glassy.

  “My wildcat likes a bite of pain, doesn’t she?”

  “Just a little bit, Sir.”

  “Where are you hurting? I won’t ask again. I’ve got some work to do. I could just set up on the couch and leave you there like a pretty ornament for me to enjoy.”

  She whimpered. “You wouldn’t.”

  He simply stared down at her.

  “My pussy, Sir. My pussy hurts.”

  “It does? Poor baby. Did I use it too hard last night?”

  She groaned. “I can’t believe you’re going to make me say it.”

  Oh, he was. And he was going to enjoy every minute. Did that make him a little perverse?

  Absolutely.

  He simply waited.

  “Not from last night, Sir. Although you certainly are very big.”

  Oh, she was trying flattery now? Interesting. He thought she would start with swearing at him. She licked her lips as she stared at where his cock was pressing rather insistently against his jeans.

  “Then what is the problem?”

  “You kept teasing me, Sir. And you didn’t let me come.”

  “But you don’t deserve to come, do you? Not when you’ve been naughty.”

  “That hardly seems fair.”

  “Since I decide what’s fair, I think it was a perfect punishment.”

  “I thought the spanking was the punishment.”

  “Part of it. Although we both know you mostly enjoyed that.” She liked pain up to a certain threshold.

  He ran his large, tanned hand down her back. Her skin was so soft, so silky. He knew his palm probably felt rough against her skin, but the shiver that crossed her body told him she liked his touch.

  He cupped her ass, squeezed it, and she sucked in a breath.

  “Tell me where you’re hurting, baby,” he crooned. He touched his finger lightly against her mound. “Is it there?”

  “No,” she groaned. “Inside.”

  “Really. Hmm. I better make sure I can see what I’m doing. Make certain you’re not too badly hurt.” Okay, so maybe the conversation could wait for a moment. He knelt behind her, cupped her ass once more and spread her cheeks.

  “Such a gorgeous ass. Especially when it’s bright red.”

  “Is red your favorite color, Sir?”

  “It is on you.”

  “Lucky me,” she said dryly.

  “Oh, no, lucky me. It’s the perfect ass for grabbing and spanking.”

  “Why? Because it’s large?”

  He smacked his hand down sharply on her bottom several times. But this required something more than his hand. This was a rule she continually broke and he wasn’t having it.

  “What rule did you just break?” he asked in a dark voice.

  She grew stiff as if just realizing her transgression. “I didn’t mean it, Sir.”

  “You did. And I am now aware that I need to make sure you realize there are big consequences to breaking the rules. What rule?”

  “I spoke badly about myself,” she said in a small voice.

  “And do you know why I have that rule?”

  “I don’t know. You don’t like having my imperfections pointed out?”

  “We all have imperfections, wildcat. But you see ones that aren’t there. You look in the mirror and see something very different from what I see.”

  “I’ve been looking in the mirror all my life, I know what I see, Sir.”

  “That so? Well, you aren’t seeing what I see. I see a woman who is beautiful and courageous and loyal. She has curves, yes. But I fucking love those curves. And when this gorgeous woman gets out of her own head for a while, when she lets go and stops thinking and just feels, she’s the most intriguing, tempting woman on the planet. You didn’t see everyone watching you at the club last night, did you?”

  She sucked in a breath. “No, Sir.”

  “Next time, you’ll watch them. And you’ll see the way they watch you. With admiration. With lust. With need. But they can’t have you. Because you’re mine.”

  He stood and walked into the kitchen. This was an open plan apartment so he could still see her as he searched in the freezer. Good. She had ice. He poured some into a cup and put it back in the freezer until he needed it. Then he opened the fridge and pulled out the item he’d bought earlier when he’d gone out to get some groceries so he could make her breakfast. Apparently, Ria had no idea how to do much more than cook some toast and make coffee. He’d ended up buying more than just some food for breakfast. She’d protested, as he’d expected, but he wasn’t comfortable with the lack of food in the apartment. All she’d had was some milk, coffee and disgusting diet cereal. As her Dom, it was up to him to keep her healthy, and that meant making sure she was eating.

  Of course, she hadn’t noticed this little gem. A thick piece of ginger root. He’d taken the time to peel back the skin while she was showering. Then he’d placed it in one of the sandwich bags he’d bought.

  Perfect.

  He moved back to the living room. Hmm, a change of position might be necessary. He put the bag where she couldn’t see it then came over and started to undo the ropes tying her to the coffee table.

/>   “What’s happening? Are we stopping, Sir? Is it because I said my ass was fat? I won’t do it again.” Her voice rose with every question, until she sounded panicked.

  “Shh,” he told her, kissing her lightly as he helped her up and quickly rubbed her arms and legs. “I’m just changing your position. Are you all right, standing there?”

  She stood, looking a little lost. He pulled her close and hugged her. “Hey, didn’t I tell you I would never withhold affection as a form of punishment?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “So when you break the rules, what happens?”

  “I get spanked.”

  “Among other things.”

  He pulled back, holding her arms so he could stare down at her. “I’m not pulling back from you or stopping things. I just want you in a different position.”

  “So you can spank me.”

  “Among other things.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You really are a pervert.”

  He shrugged. He was fine with who he was. “You complaining?”

  “No, Sir. Never.”

  He drew her close once more. “I can’t believe we’ve only known each other for a short time. It feels like—”

  “Forever.”

  He kissed the top of her head. It felt like this was always meant to be. But he didn’t believe in fate or any other sort of mystical bullshit. He hadn’t been brought here to meet her. It was just luck.

  And it was bad luck he’d have to leave again. He drew away from her and grabbed the throw off the back of the sofa. Doubling it up, he laid it on top of the wooden coffee table so it would be more comfortable for her.

  “Lie on your back on that.” He pointed at the blanket. “I want you to put your legs in the air and spread them.”

  He grabbed two pairs of leather cuffs out of his bag and then turned to find her in place. Satisfaction filled him. She was getting quicker at following his orders. He placed a set of cuffs around each of her wrists. Then he grabbed a spreader bar and secured the cuffs at each end around her ankles, keeping her legs well spread.

  “Arms up,” he commanded. He then attached her wrists to the bar using the handcuffs. He stepped back. With her bent legs spread wide and up high, she was completely on display and because her wrists were attached to the bar, she couldn’t lower them.