BegMe (6 page)

“Trust me, Tessa.” Reaching into his pocket, Jared pulled
out a piece of thin, black silk.

Her heartbeat quickened. Fascination and fear slammed into her
belly as he rubbed the silk between his thumb and forefinger. She imagined him
rubbing those graceful fingers against her skin, rolling her nipples, pinching
them into hard, puckered buds before taking them into his warm, expectant
mouth.

Could she do this? Rationally, she knew Jared wouldn’t think
she was dirty and unnatural. He enjoyed the same things she fantasized about.
He’d actually experienced some of those things. He’d given pain and taken
control. He got off on it. He wouldn’t humiliate her for wanting something out
of the norm.

“I’m going to put this on you. You won’t be able to see. You
need to trust me not to harm you.”

Panic licked at the edges of her mind. This was a public
place. She wasn’t into exhibitionism. What would they think of her wearing the
black silk? How humiliating to have strangers judging her.

“Look at me, Tessa.”

When she refused, his fingers brushed the underside of her
chin, lifting her face to his.

“Trust me. I promise no harm will come to you. I give you my
word, you’ll be safe.”

She stared into his eyes. Sincerity burned in the deep-green
pools. The intensity scared and excited her. Her mouth watered, body ached.
She’d never seen such intensity in a man’s gaze. Not for her.

If she didn’t put aside her guilt, she’d always wonder
what
if
. She needed to trust Jared. He offered her a perfect way to explore her
desires. No commitments. No strings. If she didn’t like it, she could walk away
without having her heart and ego smashed.

She had to trust him enough to give her pleasure and that
meant letting him take the lead.

She had to leap into the unknown.

Nodding her consent, she gave herself over to him. Jared.
Her sexual Dominant.

After this lesson, her Dominant was exactly what he would
be. Could she handle it? Her heartbeat thundered around her body, beat loudly,
throbbed against the flesh of her clit. She’d die of sexual frustration if he
didn’t do something. Anything.

All the thoughts, doubts and emotions could wait. She wanted
his hands on her. Any way she could get them. If he didn’t touch her, she might
be reduced to begging on her knees.

She watched him raise the silk and gasped as the material
covered her eyes. Although it was silk, the dark color blocked out her vision.
No outline of Jared or the other restaurant patrons was visible. She was blind
to the world.

The loss of one of her senses paralyzed her with fear. She
resisted the instinct to tear at the material. Instead she took a deep, calming
breath and lifted her hands. She wanted to touch the silk, reassure herself she
wasn’t actually blind.

“Do not touch the blindfold, Tessa.” His tone was different,
more authoritarian. It sent shivers down her spine. “Concentrate on your other
senses. Trust them. Smell. Hearing. Touch. People often rely on sight too much.
Trust in me.”

“It feels strange.” Her fingers itched to finger the silk
but she resisted.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Although
fear beat around the edges of her subconscious, the blindfold engulfed her with
a sense of rightness. It felt good to have someone else take the reins.

Still, a large part of her wanted to touch just to see how
he would react. Was Jared strict? Would he punish her? Was that something he
was into? His control excited her, thrilled her senses. Her body came alive,
throbbed, pulsed, pounded with a need to be taken.

“The strangeness comes from giving up some measure of
control to me.” He tied the blindfold securely behind her head. As he did, her
nose bumped against his chest. His solid, muscular chest. “You have no idea what
I’m going to do. You’re at my mercy.”

Tessa caught a hint of amusement in his last statement, yet
panic licked along her nerve endings. She swallowed her fear and gave him an
uncertain smile. “Well, as long as you don’t start baring my breasts to the world.”

She definitely wasn’t ready for that.

“I think we’ll leave that ’til you get to know me a little
better.”

Of course she’d been joking. A niggling feeling in the back
of her mind told her he wasn’t. “So what—”

“Stop talking, Tessa.” Again the domineering voice was back.
“Listen to the sounds around you. Inhale the scents. Concentrate on me. On us.”

She did exactly as he asked, losing herself in the spicy
scents wafting from the kitchen, the quiet chatter of the other patrons. Her
body became hyperaware of her other senses. It was so strange to experience the
world this way. Enriching. She had never thought to focus on scents and sounds;
she had focused on what she could see. The freedom was exhilarating.

She flinched from surprise when he ran a fingertip down her
cheek.

“Stop thinking. Tell me how it feels.”

She resisted the urge to moan as his finger trailed down her
left cheek. Lower. Lower. Tracing her jawline, lower still, running a soft path
down the V in her shirt. It was a crowded restaurant, people would stare. Maybe
they already were.

His lips followed the same path as his fingertips, and her
thought process went awry. Soft and skilled, they trailed across her skin,
leaving a blaze behind. His touch seared her, ignited the flame of desire to epic
proportions. Not even in her wildest fantasies—and there had been some pretty
wild ones—had she imagined it would be like this.

“It feels…” How did it feel? She’d never been asked to
describe desire before. “Wet, warm, soft.”

Her body tingled. When his lips reached the tender patch of
skin between her neck and jawbone, Tessa whimpered. She felt him smile, and she
murmured a curse. His teeth nipped, gently at first, then firmer.
Hard
enough to leave a mark? A brand? His brand?

His tongue soothed the spot and all thought stopped. Her
body reacted on animal instinct. Her nipples beaded against the cups of her
bra. Her clit throbbed, begging to be touched. Emotion took over. She gripped
the table to keep from sliding to the floor. She’d become boneless, a mass of
tingling nerves and throbbing desire.

“More, Tessa. How am I making you feel? Hot? Are you wet for
me?”

She made a soft sound. She couldn’t think with his lips on
her skin. “Yes, I’m wet. I’m on fire.”

She had to touch him, know if he was affected. Slipping a
hand between their bodies, Tessa took her fingers on a voyage of discovery
across uncharted territory. The material of his pants was rough against the
palm of her hand. She squeezed, unable to resist, and felt the muscle as hard
as steel. She wondered if the rest of him was as taut, as hard. Shivering at
the thought, Tessa moved her hand up his thigh, slid it slowly across his
groin.

He groaned against her throat and she felt it all the way to
her toes. Finally, after an age, Tessa curled her fingers around the treasure
she’d been seeking. His hard cock strained against the zipper of his pants. She
cupped him and began sliding her palm up and down, up and down, adding more
pressure with each stroke.

Wetness on the thin material, a sure sign of his heightened
state of arousal, dampened her fingers. The fact that Jared wasn’t wearing
underwear made her smile. Beneath his prissy, conservative suit he was naked as
a jaybird.

She gave a throaty laugh. “Commando.”

Gripping her wrist, Jared removed her hand and placed her
palm on the table. “Commando, yes. But you must not touch me without
permission. Is that understood?” His lips moved to her ear, his tongue rimmed
the outer shell. “Tessa?”

Moisture gathered between her thighs, and Tessa thanked God
she wore pantyhose. Never had she been so wet, so turned on by kisses and a few
heated words. By the touch, feel, scent of Jared. By her Dominant.

He turned away to murmur a request to the waiter. She
blushed, her cheeks flamed and throbbed. A different kind of heat flooded her
body.

What the hell must he think of her blindfold?

The doubts crept in. Jared had blindfolded her, touched her
in a fairly innocent way, and she had lost all rational thought. She’d allowed
him to tease her in a public place. She panted and salivated all over him like
a bitch in heat. If he could do this with a blindfold, what could he make her
do when they were both naked?

Fear of losing herself, of losing control, were rife. What
had Jared said earlier—to submit was a gift? Could she give that gift to Jared?
Could she ever be proud to submit?

Despite her embarrassment, she missed Jared’s heat. This guy
was sex personified. What better way to awaken her sexuality than with the
magnetic Jared Campbell?

Her emotions warred but desire won out.

“You’ve been good so far.” Jared stroked her hair. “A very
willing student.”

A warm hand slipped under the hem of her skirt, caressed the
inside of her knee and inched higher.

“Are you ready for the next stage?”

She was ready. More than ready. She was locked, loaded and
ready to fire on all pistons. She needed this, needed him to touch her.

Despite her readiness, doubts niggled. What could he want of
her now?

She gave a nervous laugh. “Unless it’s full-on,
down-and-dirty intercourse right here on the table, I think I’m ready.”

“Open your mouth. Part your lips slightly.”

She did as he commanded. The tone of his voice wasn’t a
request. The taste of champagne and strawberries burst across her taste buds,
tangy and sweet at the same time. The heady mixture tantalized her. The gesture
was so simple, so erotic, it pushed her body into sensory overload.

She nibbled on the forbidden fruit while he cooed at her,
“Very good. You learn quickly.”

She was dependant on him. She had to trust
in
him.
Bizarrely, she trusted him implicitly.

Swallowing the fruit, she grinned, waiting expectantly for
more approval. See, she could be a good submissive.

“Good girl, Tessa.” He nuzzled her neck again, kissed her
collarbone, nipped at her earlobe.

A flush of pride added to the flush of desire. His praise
made her want to dance on the tables. She wondered if her clients felt this way
when they finally submitted a part of themselves to their partners, be they
full-fledged Masters or kinky guys like Jared.

“Good girls always get a reward.”

Her pussy clenched.

Please let me come.

He slid his hand underneath her dress. His fingertips
stroked her thighs. She held her breath in anticipation. He’d stopped before.
She couldn’t bear for him to stop again. One small touch and she’d come.

“Part your thighs.”

She exhaled, let her thighs drop open slightly. His hand
moved higher. His fingertips grazed the scrap of soaked lace covering her
mound. If she’d been thinking rationally, she’d have been embarrassed at how
wet she was.

Jared slowly ran a finger up and down her slit. “Someone’s
very wet.”

Rationality gone, Tessa bit down on her lower lip. When he
pressed the pad of his finger against her clit and rubbed in a circle, she
whimpered.

He nibbled on her earlobe. “Ssshh. Not too loud. We don’t
want to draw attention, do we?”

His husky tone, along with the illicit gesture, sent another
rush of cream soaking her panties.

Her musky perfume scented the air. “Please…”

He rubbed harder and faster. Tiny zings of pleasure shot
from her clit and lodged in her belly. Her nipples pearled, tightened and
ached. She wanted his mouth on her tits, raking the aching buds with his teeth.

“Come, Tessa.”

With those two words, her world broke apart. Her pussy
clenched. Her body stiffened. She let out a loud, mewling sound. Jared covered
her mouth, muffling the noise.

Pleasure intensified and burst through her system. She rode
the waves of her orgasm.

She’d never come so quickly or so hard.

Spent and sated, she sank back into the booth, breathing
heavy.

He untied the blindfold. She blinked to accustom her eyes to
the light and blushed, focusing on his smiling face. He literally beamed. His
eyes, however, remained predatory, glistening orbs in the dim light.

“Kiss me.” The words came tripping off her tongue in
desperation.

She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to feel his fiery
heat, his velvet-soft lips against hers, his tongue in her mouth. Seeking,
exploring, dominating.

Jared titled his head to the side and licked his lower lip.
His gaze focused on hers. As he stared, she couldn’t resist the urge to moisten
her own lips. Lifting his hand, he ran the pad of his thumb across the droplets
of moisture, swiping them away.

“Not yet, Tessa. That’s a pleasure for another time.” He
kissed the tip of her nose and flashed a wicked grin. “Here endeth the first
lesson.”

Chapter Five

The shrilling phone woke her. She snatched it from the
cradle and mumbled a groggy greeting.

“Morning, Tessa.”

Sitting up in bed, Tessa frowned. Excitement, fear and anger
licked inside her stomach. Since their meeting at the restaurant, Jared hadn’t
called. She’d begun to think she’d done something wrong, something to turn him
off. Maybe she wasn’t attractive enough. Maybe she wasn’t submissive enough.

“And who might I be speaking to?”

His answer came as a rich, throaty laugh. “That’s good. I
like that. A bit of fire in my women.”

The deep, smooth voice sent tingles all the way to her toes.
Her nipples beaded. Her body became hot and squirmy. Moisture flooded her
pussy. If his voice could do that, she was in serious trouble.

“Oh Mr. Campbell, what a pleasure to hear from you again.”
Her icy tone would have made the Snow Queen proud. Her wounded pride wouldn’t
allow her to let on she’d been thinking about him, waiting for him to call and
berating herself for being so needy. Usually she didn’t care if they called or
not.