BreakMeIn (26 page)

Snagging her hand, he held on tightly as he shifted in the
booth to sit beside her. “But my requests nearly cost you your life. I was
responsible for you just as much as you were responsible for me. And I failed.”
He reached up, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, exposing a patch of
raw skin that hadn’t finished healing because of numerous surgeries.

“We both did. I’m not too proud to admit I fucked up. That I
made more than a few bad decisions when it came to you. To us.”

He realized then she hadn’t moved away from him. Hadn’t
withdrawn both physically and emotionally. In fact her head tilted when he’d
touched her. He blinked, truly looking at her for the first time since he’d
found her standing at the golf course.

Holy shit.

Something had changed.

Finally.
Something
. Some piece of emotion he could
work with.

A piece that gave him hope.

A slight smile turned up the corner of her lips. “Have I
stunned you into silence because I can admit I was wrong? That I misread the
situation? Misread you? And most of all, misread
us
?”

He hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear her apology.
Hadn’t realized how pained he’d truly been by her actions. Still, she wasn’t
entirely to blame. “I did enough misreading of my own. I thought I didn’t
deserve you because I caused you this pain.” He ran his thumb over the ridge of
one of her scars, bile rising in his throat at the rough texture. “If I hadn’t
asked, Vivian never would have taken such violent steps. I was ashamed because
someone else got hurt because of what I wanted.”

“It didn’t help when I made assumptions I shouldn’t have
about what you needed. I wanted to help you get to the root of why you felt you
needed the answers. Instead I let my frustration get the best of me. And drove
you away because of it.”

“After I gave you the cuffs back and left it took me a
little bit to realize I’d just bent to Vivian’s will again. She was still
allowed to have a hand in my life even though she was no longer a part of it. I
thought I was weak-minded because of the fact I kept allowing her to manipulate
me.”

“You weren’t weak, Alex. Even on your knees in front of me I
could never think of you as weak. In fact I usually think that is when a
submissive is at his strongest.”

“I know. Now. Because of you. Because of the way I feel for
you.” Giving in to the storm swirling inside him, he slid his hand around to
cup her nape, leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. Her fingers
wrapped around his wrists, drawing him closer as she tilted her head.

His tongue slipped into her mouth, her soft moan vibrating
through him as her nails bit into his skin. Growing bolder, he nipped at her
bottom lip, pleased when a soft mewl of pleasure danced over his skin. He
angled his head, taking more of her as he deepened the kiss.

She was so soft and warm and…so fucking perfect.

It was his turn to moan as his cock started the throb. It
was as though no time had passed between them. As though the warehouse hadn’t
exploded. As though he’d never surrendered his cuffs.

And overwhelming feeling of contentment washed over him.

He’d been a fool to ignore the fact he could simply walk
away. His body burned too brightly for her, and for her alone.

The sharp noise of the waiter clearing his throat separated
them. He hastily tossed a few bills onto the table and pulled her out of the
diner behind him. “I thought you were hungry.”

“I am, but not for food.” He tugged on her hips, molding her
body to his as he leaned against her car. “I want to taste you instead.” He
took her lips again, her body going limp against his. “All of you.”

“Yes. But not here.”

“No. Definitely not here.”

Her tongue darted out of her mouth, swiping over her
kiss-swollen lips. “I have to warn you first before this goes any further.
Seems I lost my taste for the kinky when my submissive returned these.” She
pushed away from him, reached into the trunk and held up a glossy box, opening
the lid so he could see the cuffs he’d once worn.

“I don’t—”

The sway of her hips mesmerized him as she walked forward.
“You’ll earn them this time. They won’t be given freely or easily. When you
have earned them they will only be worn when we’ve decided there is a power
exchange in play.”

Her hand tightened on the front of his shirt, ruining the
careful work he’d gone through earlier in the morning to prepare for the game.
His body shivered as the delicious stroke of her voice shuddered through him.
It was good to feel wanted again. Loved. And damn did he love how this woman
could unhinge him with so little.

“I also need to warn you I can be demanding. I
hate
having sex in the missionary position. And blowjobs? Phew. They’re one of my
favorite things so you’ll probably get pretty bored with those fairly quickly.
I’m afraid you’ll just have to endure them in order to please me.”

His cock hardened so rapidly at the husky quality of her
words he actually winced. The pain didn’t matter. This was all so right and so
good. It was nearly too much to wrap his head around. He wanted nothing more
than to go to his knees and serve her right here and right now.

“Sounds as though you really want me to suffer.”

“You have no idea.” She winked, her fingers working the
zipper on his khakis. He inhaled sharply when her demanding fingers closed
around the base of his cock. “Oh and I should probably confess I have a fetish
for cock rings, so you’ll have to get used to wearing one quite a bit.”

“I’m sure I’ll find a way to manage.”

Her fingers tightened, drawing a sharp stab of breath
through his chest. Fire danced in her gaze, a sign of her obvious
determination. He’d thought he wanted her before, but damn—now she was even
more sexy, more desirable and oh so fucking gorgeous standing in the parking
lot literally holding him by the balls.

“I want to make one thing perfectly clear right now. These
cuffs are not for everyday wear. With your current career path it’d be
impossible. You’ll just have to wear something else instead. And there’s one
more thing.”

“Yes?”

“For any special occasion I deem necessary you will be
worshipped.” Elena leaned in, her succulent mouth just inches from his as her
grip tightened. “I will take my time showing you just how much I love you.”

His heart skipped a beat.

He’d waited so long to hear those words from someone, to
know a person truly meant what they’d said. Those three little words weren’t
just a hollow phrase spoken out of habit and little else.

There was real emotion there.

And from someone he loved right back.

Her grip eased, her hand releasing his dick to slowly draw
the zipper of his trousers up. “I’m sorry for my approach with your introduction.
I know it was a mistake from the very beginning, yet I allowed it continue
because you wanted so much to have answers. I love you, Alex. I always have as
far back as I can remember. I thought I could keep my feelings separate but I
couldn’t. I tried to be this cool, emotionless Domme and I failed miserably.”

He swallowed, struggling to keep the arousal biting at him
in check. “No, you didn’t.”

“Did you get knocked upside the head with a ball out there?”

He banded his arms around her, drawing her closer. The
astonished expression on her face caused him to smile. “You did exactly what I
asked you to do. You made me face things I didn’t know I needed to face. Didn’t
want
to face. I left because I wasn’t done finding myself. You showed me
I could be more, that I could be the man I thought I should be. Not someone
else’s image of they wanted me to be.”

“And now?”

“I’m exactly who I should be and I’m standing with exactly
with who I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Her mouth twisted. “A soccer mom Domme.”

“If you want to be one—
yes
. Be anything you want to
be, but damn it, Elena, just be mine.” He pulled her mouth to his for a searing
kiss, long and deep. Intense, indescribable emotion passed between them,
fueling his desire for her.

She set her hand gently against his chest as they broke
away. “Ah god, I’m going to turn into one of those lovestruck saps I scowl and
curse at, aren’t I?”

“I hope to hell so.”

* * * * *

A breeze flitted through the curtains, rustling the gauzy
fabric. The warm desert air brushed over Elena’s skin, teasing her exposed
flesh. She felt decadent, indulging in something she didn’t do often by
lounging in bed.

Sunlight streamed through those sheer curtains, adding a
hazy quality to everything in the room. As though she had been transported to
another world, to a fantastic dream realm where time ceased to exist. She
arched against the sheets, sighing as the soft fabric brushed against her naked
skin.

“Don’t you look gorgeous, Mrs. Conners.” A thrill zinged
through her at the sound of the title. The one so new the ink was still drying
on the certificate. She’d once thought she wasn’t the marrying kind. Had been
so thoroughly convinced, she hadn’t allowed herself to open up to the possibility
of love.

But Alex had done his best to convince her otherwise—simply
by loving her.

The same man who’d believed when she hadn’t stood in the
doorway. Clad in only a pair of jeans he held a tray full of food between his
hands. Her gaze raced to take in all of him. Drink in all the beauty of his
broad shoulders, his muscled chest and his flat abdomen.

The thick leather cuffs around his wrists.

Her gaze dipped lower, noting the way his jeans gapped at
the waist where he hadn’t buttoned all the fastenings. It allowed her to see
the red flush of his arousal. See the telling ridge of metal he wore wrapped
around the base of his cock and testicles. The same one she’d put in place
before they’d walked down the aisle at the Las Vegas wedding chapel and exchanged
vows.

Her desire for him kicked into overdrive, her need
flourishing as she continued to stare at him. She wondered if he had any idea
how much she truly loved him. How much she needed him as much as he needed her.

His fingers tightened on the edge of the wood, his flesh
turning white from tension. Maybe he did know.

“That look never gets old.” He placed the tray on the chaise
at the foot of the bed, allowing her to see he’d selected a full complement of
her favorite breakfast foods. French toast, sausage links, scrambled eggs. And
bacon. No meal was complete without bacon.

“And such impeccable service never gets old either. I think
I could get used to this marriage thing.”

“So can I.” Instead of joining her on the bed, Alex knelt,
his head bowing low as he pressed his lips to her knee. “Mistress.” The quiet
murmur sank into her, warming her soul as she reached down, took his hand and
guided him to sit beside her on the bed.

She worried the ring on his finger, the silver one she’d
placed there a few hours ago. The same one she’d had engraved at the jeweler
with words that summed up their relationship perfectly.

Yippee ki-yay
.

“We really did it, didn’t we?”

His head snapped up. Concern shadowing his face. He reached
behind him, grabbed a mug and handed it to her. “Breathe. Coffee. Drink.
Relax.”

She laughed as she took the mug. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I
just wanted to make sure this wasn’t a dream. It felt like one.”

His mouth pressed against hers, his tongue brushing gently
against hers. “Not a dream.”

“No, it’s not.” She nipped at his lips, loving the taste of
him there. “But you are mine. That’s not a dream.”

“Yes, I am yours.” His head dipped as he took hold of her
breast, suckling gently as she threaded her fingers through his thick hair. His
mouth teased and tasted her, squeezing and sucking as thought to remind her
just how much she loved to feel it everywhere on her body. “Yours to love.
Always.”

He moved lower, laving every inch of her skin. She held his
gaze as he pressed a devoted kiss to her bare mound. The dazzling shade of his
eyes, rich with strength and desire, nearly made her dizzy, pulling her into
his snare.

Seeing him accept his power took her breath away.

“Let me make you scream, Mistress,” he murmured against her
skin. Her breath drew in as he stroked his tongue against her hipbone. “Please,
it’s been so long since I last heard you. Since I last had you.”

She glanced at the clock on the wall, burst out a laugh.
“It’s barely been an hour.”

His fathomless gaze met hers as his tongue flicked against
her skin. “Like I said, too long. I made a vow remember? To love, honor and
obey
.”
He punctuated each word with a soft kiss to her abdomen.

“Yes, you did. We both did. Spread my legs and sink into me,
Alexander.” Her fingers brushed over his wedding band again. “Mark me as yours
as I have marked you.”

Though she’d given him permission he didn’t move right away.
He took his time leveraging his shoulders between her legs, parting her thighs
slowly and methodically. His wide hand covered her throbbing pussy. Those
attentive fingers spread her, dragging through soft, heated flesh in an erotic
caress that sent her head lolling backward.

Two fingers circled her hard clit.

Moved down.

Pushed inside her.

She watched, trapped by the intoxicating fire that had ignited
in his eyes as he continued to press deeper. He moved with exacting slowness,
drawing those fingers out of her, circling her opening then pressing into her
again. As his fingers reached the apex, his thumb pushed against her clit.

Hard.

Her breath hissed between her teeth as she pulled it in.

His head dipped, his tongue licking up and over her cunt
before curling against her pulsing clit. He teased her further, working to
heighten her pleasure until it layered richly against her skin. “You are so ready
for me, aren’t you, Mistress?”