“Yes, Sir or No, Sir?”
“Yes, Sir. Yes, I’ll do what I’m told. Please release me? I want you to do everything you said. I have my safeword and colors.”
“Good girl.”
“But I’ll probably fall so hard after it. The release I mean. This scene will empower the hell out of me.”
“If you trust me to explore this scene with you, then trust me to guide you through the aftercare. Do you have water and chocolate somewhere?”
“Yes, Sir. In my kitchen.”
Leaning into the crook of her neck, I kissed the tender skin there then trailed my tongue to her shoulder and bit down until she hissed.
Abandoning my hold on her, I stepped to the side. “You have a three-minute head start.”
Seventeen
Eloise
“Faster, feet! Go faster,” I said, running out my backdoor down my porch steps and heading toward the woods like I’d been told. I’d never been so turned on by anyone.
I held the control in this situation, even though it would feel like Kingston wielded it. He was still following my clues, my desires and kinks along with honoring my boundaries. I gave him my consent. Dashing through the tall grass, I was forcibly stopped when King caught me.
“Eeek! What, do you run marathons?” We’d barely gotten started! How had he caught me already?
His cocky smirk spoke volumes without saying a word. His arms were around my waist like a steel band. Kingston flipped me up and over his shoulder, my ass in prime position to be spanked. Kicking my feet did nothing but cause him to land a flurry of spanks against my thighs. They stung badly and I quit struggling for the moment. He was incredibly strong, those muscular arms weren’t just for show.
“Sir!”
Kingston growled. “Caught you.”
Struggling got me more smacks, this time on my ass. Each one tore another moan from my lips instead of a protest. When he climbed the porch steps back to my house, I found my voice again.
“Put me down!”
“Not a chance, babygirl.”
Kingston adjusted his hold, opening the door I’d raced out of, and stepped through it.
My pulse hammered in my ears, drowning out any thoughts or worries that I’d been harboring. His handling let me sink into a yummy space where I let him lead. Kingston tossed me onto my bed, nearly knocking the wind out of me. Moving quickly, he tugged every bit of my clothing off. One of his hands clasped both of mine together, pinning me to the mattress without touching my wrists. Attempting to break his hold earned two harsh slaps against my mound. Whimpering, I had no choice but to settle since he’d likely keep targeting my pussy if I didn’t.
“Be still, Eloise.”
Kingston leaned into my neck, licking down and across my throat before nipping my collarbone hard enough that it felt like there would be a mark imprinted from his teeth.
Relearning how to breathe, I spoke up again. “Let me go!”
Kingston parted my thighs with his knee, roughly enough that I kept them open. He wrapped a silk tie around my upper arms, binding them together. I wasn’t into bondage of any sort, but I’d also never listed it as a limit. He pulled his shirt off with one hand, and the action temporarily distracted me. His other stayed on my hip, ensuring that I didn’t attempt to escape. Tugging on the buckle of his belt, he undid it, unzipping his pants while still looking sexy. I squirmed again as if I could break free, as if I wanted to, but I didn’t. I was so deliciously aroused.
“Are you done fighting me yet, princess?”
I said nothing, falsely letting him assume that I was done, but I wasn’t entirely sure myself. Instead of answering him, I kept my eyes locked on his. His mouth turned up into that cocky smile of his, and he slid himself inside my dripping core.
He traced the fingers of his right hand along my body until he reached my throat.
“I’m in charge here, princess. Not you,” he growled. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I managed.
