He suspends me in his grasp and studies my face with those impenetrable eyes.
“I need you to understand something. I can only trust you if you trust me. I can only ensure your safety if you do exactly what I say, when I say it.” His grip tightens, emphasizing his point. “Every. Command.”
A shiver races down my spine, settling low in my belly. This man—this dangerous, violent, beautiful man—is asking for complete control.
No, not asking.
Demanding.
And heaven help me, I want to give it to him.
He stays rigid. This time, I know it’s because he’s holding himself back from acting on his desires. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
“Say it.” His thumb traces the inside of my wrist. “Say you understand.”
The words catch in my throat. Shuddering, I lick my lips. “I understand.”
“And do you agree? Will you follow my commands?” His voice drops lower, the rumble vibrating through my chest. “No matter what I ask? I have all the time in the world to do whatever I want to you. No one will find us here.”
Exactly what I worried about when we did it quick and dirty in Brenda Smith’s basement.What more could he do with enough time?
This is a line I’ve never crossed before.
A surrender I’ve never made.
My entire life has been about control. Planning, organizing, creating a safe, predictable world where nothing bad can happen. And now he’s asking me to give that away. Give up everything.
To him.
The idea shoots that flood of molten lava through every vein in my body, heating my core.
“Yes.” I hear the truth fall from my lips like a confession, my body responding before my mind can catch up. “I’ll follow your commands.”
Satisfaction, hunger, and darker desires flash in his eyes. His grip on my wrists loosens, but he doesn’t let go. “Good girl.”
The praise enters me like a physical touch, fire rushing to my cheeks and between my legs. I’ve never considered those words erotic before, but coming from him, they’re intoxicating.
He releases one wrist and brings his hand to my face. His thumb traces my lower lip, pressing just enough to part them. “On your knees.”
My stomach flips, anticipation and nerves tangling together.
This is what I wanted. What I hoped for when I agreed to obey. I sink down, my knees hitting the hardwood floor with a dull thud. Looking up at him from this position is submissive…and powerful.
He wants me.
Me.
That truth lives in the tightness of his jaw, the darkness of his eyes, the bulge straining against his pants.
Still, my monster of a man waits, restraining himself.
He doesn’t rush or grab me or force me. He simply stands, like a predator, allowing me to make the next move.
Desperate to get my hands on him, I reach for his belt with steady fingers. The leather slides through the buckle with a soft hiss. Next comes the button, the zipper, the rustle of fabric. Then he’s in my hand, hot and hard.
I open my mouth.
