BreakMeIn (10 page)

And oh how he wished she would move.

As she stood there looking at him, his hands itched to feel
the weight of her breasts against his palms, squeezing and shaping the
succulent globes. He very much wanted to taste her nipples against the roof of
his mouth as he suckled them.

“Nice to know my choice of attire still meets your approval.”

Startled by the husky quality of her voice, he blinked. “What?”

“Your eyes just went all dark and glazed.” She gestured
toward him. “Pretty sure you’re sporting a nice hard-on right now too. Last
time you saw me wearing this you had the same reaction.”

“You noticed?”

“Hard not to. I’ve always been fascinated watching a man
admiring a woman. Not just because he wants to get his dick inside her. But
because he really and truly appreciates her curves and the care she takes
getting ready for him.”

“Wow. Guess I’m transparent too.”

“It’s not such a bad thing.” She pushed away from the door
casing and held out her hand. “Ready?”

More confident now than he’d been all day he followed her. As
he walked he noted she’d paired the corset with skintight pants that hugged her
curves. The dark-green of her corset carried down to a pair of boots that
encased her strong calves before ending just above her knees.

Hard not to admire the vision she made.

Especially when everything about her screamed sex.

He forced himself to focus on the building instead of the
woman. The warehouse was much different than the times he’d been through those
doors on previous occasions. A wedding and an engagement party had called for
an open floor plan, but now there seemed to be walls everywhere. He reached out
and touched one of those walls, the surface smooth and cool against his palm.

“Looks a lot different.”

“That is the purpose of a highly functional space.” Elena gestured
for him to pass, waiting to walk behind him. “Sanctuary can be whatever we need
it to be. A place to celebrate love, loss, anniversaries and birthdays.”

“Sex too.”

“Yes. Quite a bit of sex.”

He stopped at the end of the entrance hallway, another long
hallway angling to the right. Four doors, two on each side of the walkway, held
the secrets hidden away inside separate rooms. Commercial-grade cipher locks
were the only adornments on each of the doors.

“Heavy security for a small town.”

“I know. It’s a shame really. I don’t think any of us ever
imagined we’d need something of this magnitude. We always thought this was a
safe place. Somewhere we could relax and just enjoy. Until Beth was attacked.
Allison pulled a few strings at Bull’s-eye and the new security system, locks
and doors were installed before Ryan and Beth left on their honeymoon.”

His finger stroked over the smooth metal of the closest door
in appreciation. “Bless my sister-in-law. Four doors for four rooms. One for
each of you.”

“Correct.”

“Which room is yours?”

“You’re standing in front of it.”

He snatched his hand back, swallowing hard. “Oh.”

“Dade’s is directly behind you. Ryan’s is in the far corner
next to his and your brother’s is—”

“Next to yours,” he whispered. The fact he’d once argued
with Patrick about the very thing he was getting ready to participate in didn’t
escape his notice. Hard to forget being so hypocritical.

“If you’re worried about him suddenly popping in, don’t.”
She reached around him, entering a code that caused the lock to beep quietly. “The
four of us have a deal not to disturb anyone when they’re here. Ryan, Dade and,
yes, Patrick, only know I have the warehouse scheduled for tonight, not who I
chose to keep company with. It’s not something we talk about.”

“The first rule of Fight Club is…”

“You do not talk about Fight Club,” she finished with a
slight grin. “Same principle. Less beating each other to a bloody pulp though.”

“One hellaciously long access code you punched in there.”

“Seven six eight seven five eight seven six five six.” She
shrugged. “Easy.”

“Maybe for a math whiz like you.”

“Numbers settle me. They give me comfort on cold winter
nights. They don’t change. They’re resolute and I know I can count on them. And
math has nothing to do with the combo. Given my love for movies I thought you
would have figured it out. Next time you watch
Pitch Black
keep an eye
out for it.” The door swung open, but she stepped in front of him to block his
entrance. “I was very clear about something in regards to the warehouse. Do you
remember what?”

“A safeword.”

“Correct. Before you walk through this door I need to know
what you chose.”

He’d thought long and hard while he’d waited for Elena to
contact him. When he’d first heard her request he thought it would be a simple
enough process. But selecting the right word had proven to be more complicated
than he’d expected. This word would be his lifeline. His key to sanity. Even
though it wasn’t a word he intended to use he understood the importance.

“McClane.”

“Yippee ki-yay.”

He laughed, a warmth spreading through his body at the
reminder of their shared love of the
Die Hard
movies. He hadn’t been
convinced she’d make the connection or if she did, that she wouldn’t be
offended by the choice because of what transpired the last time they’d watched
the flick.

She stepped out of the way, giving him his first glimpse of the
space. He paused before crossing the threshold. Breathed deep. Let it out. When
he opened his eyes again, he noticed the colors were elegant and rich. Bold and
demanding attention from anyone who stepped through the doors.

One hundred percent Elena.

A kitchen area sat off to the right with a tiny café table
in front of a small bar. A full living room suite had been set up against the
wall where they’d entered, a long, oversized couch lining the entire wall. A
canopy bed stood on the other side of the room. Unlike the princess bed most little
girls dreamed about growing up, Elena’s bed left no room for misinterpretation.

Dreams of a different sort happened there.

The heavy, dark wood had circles of metal the width of his
fist attached at various points. Those circles could also be seen running along
the sides and it didn’t take a whole lot of imagination to figure out their purpose.

Just what in the hell had he gotten himself into?

Tearing his gaze away, he noticed the wall off to his left
had various pieces of equipment attached to it, most of which he’d seen while
surfing the internet. A St. Andrew’s Cross, a bondage table, two sets of heavy-duty
sawhorses and a suspension cage. Two steel rods had been embedded into the
wall. He’d never come across anything like the last items in his research. As
he started to wonder about their use his gaze landed on a large wooden chest
positioned between those steel rods.

Big and bulky, the wood had been stained to match the color
of the bed. They’d obviously been made as a pair. Given Ryan’s talent with wood
Alex had no doubt who’d made the two pieces.

Hanging on the wall over the chest were an assortment of
various colors and sizes of floggers. He eyed the one with metal coating the
tips of the strands and felt his heart give a hard jolt.

Just because it was there didn’t mean she’d use it on him,
right?

As he wondered about just what she had secreted away in the
chest he noticed a large, square basin tucked into the back corner of the room.
The small bathroom area could be closed away from the main room by a narrow
pocket door that provided some privacy.

Other than the door the room was completely open.

Much as Elena had been since they’d met.

At least in regards to some things.

He’d never known she was interested in this kind of
lifestyle. Then again he’d only recently discovered his own curiosity. He was
just surprised she’d been able to keep this part of her life so secreted away.
Proof he could know someone well and still not know everything about them.

It was a fact that both fascinated and petrified him.

Elena could tell Alex wasn’t nervous so much as he was
unsure of what he’d agreed to. As always the reality was so much different from
the fantasy. Which meant it was a perfect time for her to show this man just
what he was made of.

“Give me a few minutes to set up.” She guided him to a stool
in the far corner, the bare, unvarnished wood a sharp contrast to the lavish
furniture in the room. A gentle push on his shoulder had him sitting. “Legs
apart, hands behind you. Eyes down.”

When his brow furrowed in confusion she tapped the toe of
her shoe in the space between his knees, nudging them apart until she was
satisfied with the distance. She guided his arms behind him, linking his
fingers together against his lower back then gently pushed his head down until
his eyes dropped to the floor.

She smoothed her hand over his tense shoulders, pressing a
kiss to the top of his head. “Just like this. Are you uncomfortable?”

“No.”

She sensed he wanted to say more, but bit back his words because
he didn’t know what to expect next. She left him there, tearing her gaze away
from the grace of his body waiting patiently for whatever she had in store for
him.

Across the room she knelt and unlatched two steel bars from
their recessed pockets in the wall. She had to stand on her tiptoes to lock
them in place horizontally above her head. The two rods jutted out from the
wall about five feet. She tugged on each one, testing to ensure they were truly
held fast. Safety always. She expected Alex would pull hard on them before she
was done with him for the night and she didn’t intend to put her first-aid
skills to use.

Not this early in the game.

A hidden compartment at the end of the rods hid the end of
the chains she also intended to use tonight. She pulled several feet free,
letting the chains dangle in wait for the cuffs she would eventually lock
around Alex’s wrists. After unlatching the chest she kept the majority of her
portable equipment in she gathered a few items as she took a mental inventory.
She immediately ruled out the soft strip of opaque silk she used for a
blindfold.

The idea was for him to be in the here and now. A blindfold
could be used to enhance those sensations, but she wanted to see his eyes and
be able to hold his gaze if necessary. It would help cement the connection she
would need tonight.

Happy with her choices she placed everything but a set of
cuffs on the top of the chest. She dragged another stool in front of Alex,
gracefully lowering herself onto it. His body visibly tensed at the sight of
the metal-and-leather cuffs she set on the floor between them. Their thickness
and weight had to be intimidating, but for someone with Alex’s build they would
seem small on his body.

“Those aren’t very subtle.”

She nearly laughed at the dubious tone of his voice. “You
sound surprised.”

“Only because I’m glad to see you shun average in regards to
BDSM as well.” A smile curled up one side of his mouth. “Just like everything
else you do with your life, Ms. I-design-sex-furniture-for-geeks.”

She bit her lip to keep from smirking. “If you expect subtle
because you’re a newbie—”

“I don’t,” he said firmly. “I said I don’t want any special
treatment. I meant it.”

“Good, because you won’t get any from me. Especially me.”
She tapped a finger against the back of his hand. “Let’s see how these fit. If
they don’t, what I have planned for the next few hours will be useless.”

“Hours?”

“You did say you wanted the full experience. You want to
make the most of the night don’t you?”

A rush of his hot breath skimmed against the back of her
hands while she circled his wrist with the leather. She tucked her ring finger
under the thick material as she threaded the strap through the glossy silver
buckle. His pulse beat fast and hard against her finger. When she secured the
locking mechanism she withdrew her finger. The space she’d created was just
enough leeway so the material didn’t cut into his skin.

She examined the fit carefully, setting his hand on her knee
as she repeated the process with his other wrist. “There. How do they fit?”

He seemed to contemplate the circles for a moment, turning
them over a few times. “Odd. But in a good way.”

“Good. Because you’ll be wearing them for a while.” There
really had never been any doubt in her mind the cuffs would fit him. She was
rarely ever wrong when it came to outfitting someone with equipment. She rose,
pushing the stool away with her foot. “Follow me.”

His heavy footsteps sounded behind her on the concrete. She’d
purposefully asked Ryan not to lay out the floating wood that usually covered
the unforgiving floor. The light-colored bamboo softened the atmosphere of the
room, adding a layer of romance she wasn’t interested in entertaining tonight.

The night was about sex and wickedness.

Not love.

No way, no how.

Turning, she watched his approach, examining his form for
signs he was ready to bolt at any moment. His strides were confident and sure,
a sign he was ready for anything she was about to toss his way.

His level of confidence was admirable if a bit misplaced.

He seemed to instinctually know where she wanted him to go
and placed himself under the two rods. As delectable as he looked standing
there wearing a Perfect Shot logo polo, jeans and her thick leather cuffs, they
weren’t going to get far with him fully clothed. Besides, he’d gotten his
chance to ogle her earlier.

Now it was her turn.

Fair was only fair.

“As much as I love your coffee, the shirt really has to go.”

He tugged at the hem, dragging the material up so the
muscles she’d only caught hints of to this point were exposed one rigid layer
at a time. Had she known the perfection that had been hiding beneath the fabric
she would have had him remove the shirt the moment he’d entered the room.

Hell, maybe even as soon as she’d found him outside leaning
against his car.

He’d done a lot for himself in the year he’d been gone, but
her imagination had nothing on the reality. Well-sculpted pecs. Defined biceps.
Lean forearms. Narrow waist. And holy shit, those abs. Alex unwrapped was
better than she’d imagined. She was going to spend some time mapping every inch
of his flat abdomen with her tongue once she got him strung up and at her
mercy.

A lot of time.

“Those pants need to come off as well. Nude, please. Now.”

The metal on the cuffs glinted in the light as his hands
moved to the button fly of his jeans. His gaze lifted to hers. “No equal
opportunity?”

She trailed her fingertips across the not-so-subtle curves
of her breasts as she walked forward. His eyes followed wherever she touched,
his tongue flicking out between his lips as she came to stand in front of him.
His scent was richer this close, more potent. He smelled strongly of hazelnut
coffee and arousal. Way better than the stench of alcohol emitting from him
during that disastrous night a year ago.

She rested her mouth against his, gifted him with a tender,
heated kiss. “Not tonight.” She kissed him again, dragging her lips against his
in a slow, sensuous pattern that caused her insides to quiver.

He sighed in surrender, parting his lips so her tongue could
delve deeper. He tasted of hazelnut coffee as well, a sign he’d come straight
from the store. She purposefully kept the kiss gentle, encouraging him without
words to follow her instructions.

She could command him to follow her orders.

But compelling him this way was much more fun.

The first button popped with a noise that vibrated the
charged air between their bodies. Delighted by his reaction she broke the kiss
and skimmed her lips against his strong jaw. She dragged her tongue against his
throat. His low, throaty rumble vibrated the skin under her tongue as she deliberately
licked with maddening slowness.

Moving lower, she tongued the skin stretched tight over his
collarbone. The rough moan he gave arrowed straight to her pussy, awakening
desires she’d thought long since dormant. She cursed those sensations as she
tucked them away to deal with another time. Tonight wasn’t about her pleasure.
Only Alex’s.

Her teeth closed gently around his nipple, pinching
carefully. His sharp intake of breath was accompanied by the sound of another
button popping free. She moved to his other nipple, coaxing it with the same
dedicated treatment until another button was released.

Two more to go.

Giving in to her earlier impulse, she dragged her tongue
over the hard ridges of his defined abdomen. The skin covering those hard
muscles tasted salty, as though he’d worked hard at some point during the day.
He hissed, the skin under her mouth moving as he sucked in gulps of air.

His breathing had started to become shallow. Rapid.

Good. But not perfect.

He was still thinking too much, afraid he was going to do
something wrong.

Lowering her hands, she placed her palms on his upper thighs
so her thumbs framed the very obvious erection bulging the denim. His hips
moved under her touch as another button pulled free.

His fingers curled around the gaping edges of the opening so
only the copper face of the last remaining button held the fly together. She
could only catch fleeting glimpses of the hard shaft that lay underneath.
Somehow she wasn’t surprised to discover he’d decided not to wear underwear. If
she’d planned on taking things with him past tonight she might inquire why he’d
made the particular choice. Regardless of why, she knew she needed to see him
completely exposed.

And now wasn’t soon enough.

Lifting her gaze, she found his focus entirely on her. Some
Dommes didn’t understand the power of holding a submissive’s focus in such a
way, looking up at them towering over them. Elena did. She would never kneel
before a sub, but for her, staring up at a man while she held him in her hand
or mouth was about sheer and utter control.

“Last one.”

He nodded slowly, his fingers twitching.

“What’s your safeword, Alexander?”

“I don’t need it.”

“Yes, I know. But reassure both of us you still know it.”

“McClane.”

The material parted, baring his long, thick and undeniably
aroused cock to her gaze for the very first time. He peeled the jeans off his
hips, pushing them down to his thighs before she took over. She discarded the
pants and rest of the clothes, tossing them behind her.

Leaning forward, she licked the skin at his hip, the heat of
his erection nearly burning her cheek. Slowly standing, she avoided touching
him and backed away deliberately. Alex’s hands hung at his sides as he stood
before her gloriously nude. She drank him in, her mind working overtime as she
imagined licking and sucking him to orgasm.

To fully own his pleasure.

His eyes closed for a second, his chest moving as he hauled
in a breath and blew it out slowly. He possessed more strength than he knew,
but it was her job tonight to show him just how deeply this power he didn’t
understand flowed. She had a lot of obstacles to overcome with Alex.

The biggest being his head space.

Those fathomless eyes met hers. “I’ve never had a woman look
at me the way you do.”

The rough tone of his voice caused her pussy to dampen more
even as her heart ached for him. A man of Alex’s nature deserved to have a
woman appreciate everything he had to offer. It was almost a shame this
exploration of his sexuality was coming so late in his life. Which meant she
cherished this moment even more than before. She was responsible for quite a
few areas of education tonight, an obligation she didn’t take lightly.

“Considering the fact you have one of most perfect cocks
I’ve ever seen, I’ll make it a point to admire you even more before the night
is over.” Not as though it would be a heartbreak for her. Everything about Alex
at this moment made her want to celebrate the claim she was about to take. Made
her want to revel in the fact this primal, virile male was submitting to her.

She skimmed her hand over his shoulder as she passed. The
view from behind was just as enjoyable as the front. Broad shoulders flowed
down to a slender waist. His ass was high and tight, damn near perfection. At
some point during the night she would have to do her favorite thing—run her
bare breasts over a recently flogged ass.

She wasn’t one hundred percent certain about his reaction
once he felt the strips of her flogger against his skin. But she was confident
with her skills with the device enough to push through. Taking her time as she
enjoyed the view, she positioned him near the end of the two rods overhead.
Securing the rings of the cuffs to the ends of the chains, she slowly tugged,
lifting his arms into the air.

He fought at first, but she persisted, hauling his arms
higher so he had to roll forward onto the balls of his feet. When she was
satisfied he understood she was the one who decided the elevation at which his
arms would be held, she adjusted the height so he could stand flat-footed once
more.

A lock clicked into place as she secured the chains. The
muscles in his shoulders rippled as he breathed, waiting patiently again for
whatever she decided to do. He watched her from the corner of his eye, his body
trembling.

Anticipation really was the greatest aphrodisiac. Especially
since he had no idea what she intended.
Pleasure, Conners. I intend to gift
you with more pleasure than you can stand. And I’m going to enjoy every second
of your descent into my world.

He would undoubtedly learn a lot about himself along the
way. She reached for her favorite paddle and her newest toy. The lightweight
flogger made of supple ribbons of suede.

Time to show Alex pain was oh so close to pleasure.