Jayne shook her head. “No. Not really. I mean Stephanie has told me about some games she and Jarod have played using his handcuffs, and Jordan’s sleeping with two guys at the same time, for God’s sake. It’s just, you know, sort of extreme.”
“Extreme doesn’t equate to wrong.” He wasn’t sure Jayne understood that important fact.
She bit her lip and he got a sense she was trying to remain silent.
“Speak your mind, Jayne. I don’t want you to hide anything from me.”
“This isn’t going to be easy for me, Elias. I feel like what I want is in direct opposition to who I am.”
“Explain.”
“While I want to submit to you sexually, I could never let you call the shots when it comes to other real-life sort of stuff.”
He tried to hide his grin. “Sex isn’t real?”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. I grew up in a house where the man’s word was law. My father rules the roost and my mother is expected to follow along, regardless of her feelings. She’s not allowed to express an opinion, make any decisions about money or vacations. He even tells her what to make for dinner. I vowed a very long time ago I would never live that sort of life.”
Suddenly Jayne’s reluctance made sense, and he was right. She didn’t understand what he wanted from her. Not at all.
“It’s possible to separate the two. While I demand obedience in the bedroom, I don’t expect—or even want—that type of relationship outside of it.”
He spied a flicker of hope in her face but it soon gave way to doubt. Somehow, he was going to have to convince her that it was possible to submit without giving up her identity, her freedom.
Before he could expound further, she wiggled again.
“God, Elias. I can’t do this anymore.”
Her hands flew to the dashboard and she began bouncing in her seat.
“Stop moving, Jayne.”
She froze, her face flushed, her breathing labored. She wanted to come. Badly.
“Take several long, deep breaths. We’re almost to my house. When we’re inside, I want you to take off your clothes. All of them. Including the panties. You’ll always be naked in my house.”
She nodded slowly. “Yes sir.”
“The orgasm rule still applies. You aren’t allowed to come until my cock is inside you.”
“Elias—” she started.
He turned to look at her, his eyes narrowed. The look stopped her in her tracks.
She swallowed heavily and fought for control. “Okay,” she finally said, the word laced with pain. And need.
“And Jayne,” he said as he pulled into his driveway.
“Yes?”
“I don’t plan to fuck you for hours.”
He grinned as she groaned, then turned off his car and got out. Opening her door, he held her hand as they walked to the porch.
Jayne walked slowly and studied her surroundings. He could tell she was struggling to subdue her arousal. He meandered with her along the walkway to his front porch, giving her the time she needed to get herself under control.
“It’s so peaceful out here. I can’t believe it, considering how close we are to the city.”
He loved his home and hoped she would too. “As I said, I like my privacy.”
They entered the house and Elias placed his car keys in a bowl on the foyer table. Then he led her to the living room, where he sat on the couch. Jayne stood in the doorway, looking around. He saw her acknowledge the open curtains.
“Jayne. You’re already facing one punishment for that silly apology. I don’t think you want to add to that tally tonight.”
His dark threat had the desired effect. She started freeing the buttons on her blouse, dropping the silky material to the floor. Soon her bra and skirt followed suit. He enjoyed watching the pained bliss on her face as she worked the dildo out of her pussy and shimmied the latex off.
When she was completely naked, he waited, allowing himself to soak up the attractiveness of her curves, the delicate way her hips and breasts worked together to form a mouthwatering hourglass shape. Jayne fidgeted for only a moment, struggling to decide where to place her arms.
She was anxious to cover herself, but his brave lady kept her hands by her sides. She was a true submissive, regardless of her desire to fight that fact.
He longed to be the man to prove to her there was beauty in submission—freedom and power combined together. He wanted to show her the joy she could find in that truth, but he’d have to work hard to overcome her anxieties and the deeply ingrained fear she would end up in a relationship like her parents’. He’d take this night, expose her to her beautiful nature then find a way to strengthen the bond between them. Find a way to earn her trust.
Once he’d looked his fill, he rose and beckoned for her to come closer. Taking her hand, he hesitated a split second then—decision made—led her away from his basement dungeon, taking her instead to his bedroom. He wanted Jayne in his bed.
Her eyes widened when she spotted his king-sized four-poster. “Oh my God. I love this room!”
He’d known she would. No doubt it spoke to her romantic side. He’d refurnished the room last year, disposing of the old beat-up furniture he’d owned for years. Though he tried to lie to himself, he couldn’t deny Jayne had influenced the décor.
He’d been sitting in the bar one Thursday night as the Romantic Hearts book club discussed their latest bodice ripper about some sexy sheik and the room he’d designed for his favorite love slave. Somehow the women had drifted onto the subject of romantic bedrooms. He’d listened as Jayne described her ideal room—
this
room. Her vision stuck and before he knew it, he’d built it for her.
He should have known right then this moment was inevitable. But his stubbornness had kept him away.
“Elias,” she said breathlessly as she walked farther inside, letting her hand drift over the soft down comforter to touch a silk pillowcase. Her eyes roamed over the room, taking in everything from the dark cherrywood to the plush deep-green carpeting and the cushy loveseat that sat in front of the fireplace. It was an old home with some unique touches. He’d known the second he’d seen the fireplace in the bedroom he would buy the house, despite the fact it was a fixer-upper. For the first few years, he’d spent many weekends repairing the place, making it his own.
The bedroom had been the latest room to undergo a major overhaul and Jayne had unwittingly provided the blueprint. There were moments during the remodeling when he’d felt foolish for building such a romantic room. He’d tried to tell himself no self-respecting bachelor would sleep in such a whimsical place.
Then he’d finished it, felt Jayne’s presence, and knew instantly that it was perfect.
“It’s incredible.”
He was pleased by her praise, her approval. The sight of her soft smile and naked body proved too much. He walked to the closet and pulled out a large sheet that he spread on top of the bedspread. “Lay down.”
She crawled to the middle of the mattress and reclined on her back, watching him expectantly.
It would be so easy to shed his clothing and join her. Climb over her and lose himself inside her body for hours, days.
He couldn’t give in to that urge.
Elias desperately wanted to make a few of her naughtier fantasies a reality while proving he could also be the hero of her dreams. If only she’d give him a chance to show her both sides.
Jayne had hidden from her desires for too long. He refused to let her remain in the shadows any longer.
“Jayne.”
“It’s just sex, Elias.”
What had she seen in his face? How had she been able to read him so clearly? The idea that she knew him so well was unnerving. He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a blindfold.
Since he couldn’t school his features, he’d limit her access. Bending forward, he tied the black material over her eyes, making sure it was snug but not too tight.
Jayne’s nipples pebbled and he grinned. She was amazingly accepting.
He walked back to the closet and pulled out a box. Jayne remained quiet though he suspected her curiosity was killing her. She was incredibly inquisitive and they’d spent countless hours seeking answers to her endless questions about every subject under the sun. From space to architecture, Bond movies to Shakespeare, she constantly sought more knowledge and she dragged him along for the ride.
Reaching toward the headboard, he secured two straps he’d retrieved from the box on the opposite posts. “Lift your arms.”
He grasped her wrists, loving the way her breathing hitched as he tied first one then the other hand above her head.
He repeated the motions on her ankles until she was secured, spread-eagle to his bed. She tried to covertly test the bonds, sighing softly when she found them impenetrable.
“Safe word?” he prompted.
“Never.”
Jayne couldn’t hide her arousal or her anxiety. Tonight was a night for lots of firsts. She’d never been bound in bed or blindfolded. She’d never spent an excruciating half hour working with a dildo inside her while she fought like the devil not to come.
Elias was exposing her to a delicious new world and she couldn’t wait to see—or not see—what was next. She giggled at the thought.
“What’s so funny?”
She didn’t bother to hide her glee. “I love this. Everything about it.”
Elias chuckled. “So do I. Now hush. Or I’ll gag you. Time to stop thinking. All I want you to do for the rest of the evening is feel.”
Without her vision, other senses took over. She listened as Elias moved around the room and she tried to figure out what he was doing. The only sound she could definitely place was when he struck a match.
Lighting candles?
She was dying to ask what was going to happen, but she understood the blindfold was there to heighten the anticipation while keeping her in the dark—literally.
Elias was a master of foreplay and sexual mind games. She was in such an intense state of need her body actually ached.
“Take a deep breath and hold it.” His voice startled her, shattering the silence that had stretched out for several long minutes.
She did as he commanded—then gasped when she felt the first drop of hot wax splash on her left breast. “Oh my God!”
He paused, but didn’t say anything. No doubt he was waiting to see if she’d say her safe word.
She actually considered it. The wax burned, the intense heat shocking to her sensitive skin. However, as with the spanking, the pain quickly gave way to something indefinable. Powerful. Potent.
When she remained quiet, he allowed another drop to strike her other breast. She was helpless to restrain the groan that escaped, but Elias had obviously done his waiting and decided she was all-in as he continued without hesitation.
More wax hit her breasts and stomach, her upper legs, some splashes coming quickly. At other times, he’d let several minutes pass before placing another drop so she never knew when it was coming.
“Once you’re clean-shaven, we’ll play again and I’ll let you feel the wax on your pussy and that pretty little clit.”
She wondered if she’d ever get used to his dirty talk. Then she tried to imagine what the hot wax would feel like there. She was sorry they couldn’t explore that avenue tonight.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed as Elias covered her in wax. She lost track of everything, becoming aware of only two things—the throbbing need in her pussy and the almost painfully loud beating of her heart.
Elias had told her she couldn’t come until he was inside her and she prayed she would be able to wait. It was getting harder with each passing moment as he reduced her to a quivering mass, tattered nerve endings constantly sparking like loose electrical wires.
“Please,” she whispered when she realized she was in serious danger of losing control.
Elias pulled the blindfold from her eyes. She squinted, though the room was dimly lit. He’d turned off the lights, allowing only the flames from the candles to illuminate the place.
“Look how beautiful you are.”
Jayne glanced down, amazed by the work of art Elias had created on her body. She was a kaleidoscope of colors, a living rainbow. In the thick layer of wax on her stomach, he’d placed a votive. She sucked in a breath, the slight movement causing hot wax to spill over the top. She watched as it ran over her waist.
Elias moved nearer, pressing his lips against her ear. “Hold still.”
The excitement of his close proximity made her squirm and more wax dripped onto her body from the votive.
“Or don’t,” he teased. “Your choice.”
He left her in control of the game. She determined what happened next. Elias stepped away from the bed and pulled a chair over. Sitting, he watched as she struggled to minimize her movements, calm her breathing.
It was a fruitless task. She was too aroused to hold still, desperate to close her legs, to find some way to soothe her pulsating pussy muscles.
She was empty. And hungry.
That thought caused her back to arch. A pool of wax ran down to splash the bottom of her breasts. She cried out.