Nope.None of that. It’s bad enough Max Cruz thinks he can invade my dreams. He isnotinvadingthis.
“You marked the spreader bar as a five, correct?”
My breath catches. “Yes, Sir.”
He paces as he speaks, ignoring me, save for the questions he asks. “And restraints, were those also a five?”
Oh sweet baby Jesus.“Yes, Dominus.”
He retrieves a leather strap of some sort, then grabs a long pole from the opposite wall. I swallow hard as I watch him, my palms slicked with sweat as I await my fate.
“You indicated that orgasm denial was a three. Explain.”
Oh shit.I swallow hard, hands wringing in front of me.
He turns toward me, those broad shoulders back and his head tipped just slightly so that he’s looking down his nose at me. I’ve never felt more threatened.
Or more excited.
I lick my lips and consider my words, then just rip off the Band-Aid and speak the truth. “I want to come.” I clear my throat. “Sir. I want to come, Sir.”
“Yes, well.” He motions toward my thighs, clenched tightly together. “I can see that.”
My mouth falls open.
Turning away from me again, he opens a drawer, fiddling with things I can’t see. “Think back to the night in the bathroom. You wanted to give me control, correct? When you stopped second-guessing yourself, you wanted me to take the reins. Full power over you, mind, body, and…”
“And orgasms, Sir.” I chew on my cheek as I wait. Whatever happens next is really no one’s fault but my own.
“Good. We’ll see if that number moves away from three after tonight.”
A tremor rolls through me and I squeeze my thighs together.
“Color, Sutton.”
“Green, Dominus.”
I watch his back muscles flex as he inhales a slow, deliberate breath, then exhales just as slowly. “Climb up onto that horse.”
I scan the room, trying to decide which piece of furniture he means, then he motions to a piece covered in black leather, with two small boards about halfway down the legs, also wrapped in leather. I make my way toward it, a jumbled-up mixture of feelings at war within my chest. Excitement, yes, and a little fear…
Ah, who am I kidding? I’m not really afraid, which is probably something I should be alarmed about.
“Do you feel comfortable stripping out of your jeans?”
I swallow hard as my pulse speeds, then nod, and begin to unbutton them.
He steps behind me, the heat of his big body warming me as he reaches around me and places a hand over mine. “May I?”
I tremble, but drop my hand. “Yes, Dominus.”
With both arms wrapped around my waist, he makes quick work of my button fly, eachpopof a freed button making my heart skip a beat. I haven’t had a random hook-up or one-night stand since Max Cruz and the night we don’t speak of… getting undressed in front of this complete stranger should feel scary.
Why doesn’t it?
His hands drop to his sides and I wonder if I’m supposed to take over, but then he says, “Don’t move.”
I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from giggling nervously.
