Commanded (14 page)

The following day, Sawyer arrived home to see another, most unexpected car in his
driveway. He parked behind the white Volkswagen Golf, then stepped from his truck
into the hot night to find Chloe sitting in the driver’s seat. He leaned down into
her open window. “This is a nice surprise.”

She startled, her hand coming to her chest. “Oh, my God!”

Sawyer chuckled, thinking she must’ve been stuck in her head if she hadn’t noticed
his truck pulling in behind her. While he understood her being jumpy, he didn’t like
the darkness in her face. Perplexed, he opened her car door. “Come on inside.”

He noted how shaky her hands were as she pulled her keys from the ignition and placed
them in her purse. His chest tightened; something seemed off. Her brows were drawn
together, the usual blush not showing when he raised his hand to her cheek. Nor did
she melt into him when he dropped a quick kiss onto her mouth.

He frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk.” She turned and headed for his front door.

He had no idea what had happened between the last time he’d seen her and now, but
he intended to find out.

Once inside, she kicked off her shoes and went into his living room. Her silence unnerved
him.

He joined her on the couch, taking her hand in his. Yet she didn’t entwine her fingers
tightly with his—a sign, he thought, that whatever was on her mind would disappoint
him. “All right. You wanted to talk. So talk.”

A rough breath rushed through her lips. “I heard from the girls last night what you
did.”

“Ah, so that’s what this is about.” He’d wanted to tell Chloe that he’d left Club
Sin, not to have her hear it from anyone else. “I see that for some reason this isn’t
good news for you.”

She turned her head to him, lifting her chin. “I don’t want to change you.”

“You’re not changing me.”

Her expression was pinched, and she said in a soft voice, “But I am. You’re giving
up your old lifestyle for me, and that’s not what I want. All your friends go to this
club. I’m stealing you away from them. I don’t like that.”

Before she could get carried away, he shook his head at her. “Yes, I’m leaving the
club because I know I don’t want to go there with you, but I’m not giving up my lifestyle.
I still have a submissive in my life.”

She paused and frowned. Then she snorted. “Are you implying that I’m submissive?”

The expression on her face made him chuckle. “Perhaps not in everyday life. Sexually?
Yes, you are.”

She dropped his hand and folded her arms, giving him a glare he found utterly cute.
“You are out of your mind if you believe that.”

One brow arched. “Oh, is that so?”

“Yes. That
is
so. Which is exactly why this is a problem. I know that’s the type of woman you need,
and I’m not that type of woman.”

The hardness in her eyes amused him, and he rather liked knowing he could make her
eat her words. “Please wait here a moment.” He rose and went to his bedroom, where
he opened a dresser drawer and pulled out two skeins of black rope.

When he returned to her in the living room, he noted she hadn’t moved. If she were
a Dominant-type personality she would have, simply because he’d told her not to. “Stand
up,” he told her.

She gawked at the rope in his hands, her eyes going wide, before she angled her head
up to him. “Pardon?”

“I said, stand up.”

She gulped. “Why?”

He dropped his head to hers, meeting her at eye level. “Just do this for me. I’m trying
to help you understand.”

Hesitation crossed her face. He also spotted the arousal there, too. “Fine. But I
don’t see how putting that rope on me is going to teach me anything. We need to talk
about this. I don’t want to change you, Sawyer.”

He allowed her to vent, but those words rolled right off him. Soon she
would
understand. Only when she rose did he add, “Take off your clothes.”

Her mouth fell open. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why?”

Amused at her insistence on controlling the moment, he shook his head. “You already
know that I want to put this rope on you. I need your skin available to me.”

She tilted her head, regarding him. “But then we’ll talk?”

“Yes, Chloe.” He sighed in frustration. “Then we can talk.”
But we won’t need to.

Keeping her eyes on him, she removed her outer clothing, dropping it onto the floor
next to her. His eyes roamed her beautiful curvy body, spotting the goose bumps rising
across her flesh. He was amused to see that she’d worn sexy lingerie. While she said
she’d come here to talk, he figured that deep in her subconscious she knew there was
a good chance he’d see her naked. That wasn’t the thought of a woman who planned to
walk away from him.

She simply needed to understand all this.

And he planned to help her.

Seeing her body, the body that belonged to him, he admired her perky breasts. He wanted
to taste those rosy nipples calling to him. And he itched to run his tongue over every
inch of creamy flesh. He was rock hard.

“There. I’m naked. What now?”

He chuckled at her nervous question, loving this about her. Kink in any sense was
new to her, and he relished letting her experience just how incredible it could be
when done right. He noticed the sexy flush of her cheeks as he stuffed one of the
bundles of rope into his pocket. Her breath hitched as he unwound the other, letting
one end fall onto the floor. “Offer me your wrists.”

“Like this?” She raised her hands.

“Yes.” He loved the shiver running through her when the rope touched her flesh, and
he understood that desire perfectly.

In silence he made a cuff with the rope and then wrapped it around one slender wrist.
Her harsh intake of breath made his cock twitch. He bound the other wrist, leaving
her hands in front of her. Then he asked, “How do you feel with those bindings on—excited
or nervous?”

She stared at the rope around her wrists. “Both.”

“Good.” Turned on himself by seeing Chloe in his rope, he grabbed the two ends hanging
down from her wrists and tugged her forward against him. “Which emotion is stronger
than the other?”

She lifted her head, gazing seductively at him. “I feel more excited than nervous.”

“Excellent.” He pulled again, moving her next to the coffee table. Inhaling her sweet
scent, he helped her lie down on the table on her back. When he spotted her holding
her breath, he whispered, “Don’t be scared, Chloe. I won’t let anything happen to
you.”

Once she exhaled, he took one end of the rope and knelt on one knee. Feeling his cock
swell further with need, he wrapped the rope around the coffee table’s leg, pulling
tight.

As he rose to move to the other side of the coffee table, she asked, “Don’t I need
a safe word? Isn’t that how this goes?”

So she doubted his care of her, did she? That he didn’t like, but he also understood
her concerns. While safe words were important, they didn’t belong in his relationship
with Chloe right now. “No.” He knelt down and tied the other wrist to the table, pinning
her down. “If you say ‘stop’ or ‘no’ or ‘I don’t like this,’ we stop.”

She turned her head, watching him work as he pulled on the knot, ensuring she couldn’t
move. “I thought safe words are a must-have in the lifestyle.”

“Safe words are used to keep people safe.” He rose, glancing down at the way her breasts
rose and fell with her hands positioned above her head. “Tonight nothing will happen
that will warrant you needing a safe word. I’m going to bind you and then I’m going
to fuck you.” A flush crept over her chest as he added, “Until we play with the type
of intensity where a safe word is warranted, I don’t see why it’s necessary.” He dragged
his fingers over her nipple, loving how it puckered beneath his touch. He reached
into his pocket and yanked out the other rope, moving to her legs. “Like I said to
you before, Chloe, if you don’t like what I’m doing, tell me. If being bound scares
you, tell me and I’ll make it better for you.” He grasped her hips, igniting a loud
gasp from her as he pulled her bottom to the edge of the coffee table, making the
bindings on her arms nice and tight. “If any of this becomes not okay, we stop. This
should be fun, not serious. I want us to play together and enjoy this.” Before he
knelt down, he looked into her eyes. “All right?”

“Yes,” she breathed, squirming against the table.

Once he unwound the longer of the two ropes, he lowered to one knee and made another
cuff for her thigh. Drawn into the moment himself, he placed her foot through the
cuff, moving the bindings up to below her knee. Consumed by how the dark rope caressed
her flesh, he bound the end to the coffee table, intending to spread her wide.

Only when he ran the rope underneath the coffee table and bound the other leg to the
table did he gaze upon her face. Chloe was panting, her eyes dark with desire. One
look between her thighs showed the dampness on her folds, the only invitation he needed.

He tickled his fingers up her spread thighs. “How does that feel?”

She swirled her hips against the table. “I like it.”

“Of course you do.” A woman who liked giving up control sexually liked being bound
for that same reason. It turned off her head, allowing her mind to focus on sensation
alone. Chloe couldn’t think about what to do or have doubts in her mind any longer,
because he’d stolen that right. Yet that was only half his point to her. “You know
what I would do if you restrained me like this?”

She blinked. “What?”

“I’d wait until you let me go and then I’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk in punishment
for restraining me. I would show you as physically as I could—with my cock pounding
into that slick sweet cunt—that I am in control when we are intimate.” He hesitated,
seeing her cheeks flush deeper and those pretty lips part. “What do you want me to
do now to you, Chloe?”

“Fuck me.”

He chuckled, sliding his fingers over her round stomach. “That’s right, sweetheart.”
Christ, he adored her. No woman had ever looked so beautiful in his ropes. Her body
was made to be bound. The black rope against creamy flesh made him rock fucking hard.
And the fact that when he touched her hot slit his fingers came back soaked told him
how perfect they were for each other. “That is also the reaction and answer of someone
who is sexually submissive. You like it when I take control. Do I need to explain
it further?”

“No. God, fuck me.” She arched her back as much as she could in the bindings. “Please.”

The warm air against Chloe’s fiery flesh became too much of a tease, her blood boiling
with lust she could not control. She had not expected to be
this
aroused from simple ropes on her body. But the moment the rope touched her skin she
grew damp with need. Watching Sawyer with the ropes forced unknown arousal inside
her. The way he worked with the bindings, almost an extension of himself, set her
afire. Now, with nowhere to run, only being able to stay right there with him, she
felt her breath come out in heady pants.

She didn’t only need him. She hungered for him.

Her breath rushed from her lungs as he dragged his fingers over her clit, stroking
it. “Ah, but Chloe, why would I take you now when I can watch you squirm and beg?”

Lost in the haze of unadulterated desire, she snapped open her eyes, almost yelling
at him to hurry up. Yet the second her eyes locked onto his, she tumbled into his
control. The confidence he exuded, the patience he possessed over himself made her
hotter. She became consumed by the way he stared at her. He’d never looked at her
like this. Not with this intensity. Not with the look of a man who planned to devour
every inch of her. And certainly not like he’d found a treasure in her.

In this moment, she understood his fetish. The lifestyle didn’t arouse him—the rope
did. The act of dominating a woman itself turned him on. Now she knew what he needed
her to understand. He didn’t need his club. He needed
her.

“I get it,” she blurted out, swirling her hips against the cool table beneath her.
“I get what you need.”

One brow arched. “Do you?”

“You want
me
, just like this. Not a club. Not with others around us. It’s me you want.”

His smile, while happy, turned devilish. “Yes, Chloe, that’s exactly what I want.”
Something intense flashed across his face in the seconds before he yanked his shirt
over his head, exposing his beautiful masculine body. He dropped his pants and boxer
briefs, his eyes on her the whole time. She got a quick look at his hard cock, standing
straight up and out, before he leaned over her, placing both hands at her sides on
the coffee table.

She ached in every place possible as his cock head pushed against her hot folds. “Is
this what you want, Chloe? My cock deep inside you?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

With a growl that sounded possessive, he entered her in one fluid stroke. She gasped
at the fullness of him. At the perfection of him. She could only become lost in passion
as Sawyer did what he said he’d do: he fucked her.

He didn’t warm her up. Nor did he give soft strokes to ease her into the pleasure.
No, he demanded she be forced there with hard, punishing thrusts. Every thrust forward
sent his pelvis smacking against her clit, and her screams became a single sound of
euphoria.

Her fingers itched to touch him, to feel his body, yet the bindings locked her in
and brought her further into his control. She didn’t need to think or touch or do
anything; she only needed to feel. Intensity roared across her. Heaviness rushed down
into her lower body. Flames flicked like fire through her veins.

So close to claiming her pleasure, she fought against the bindings as she tried to
grab his ass to force him deeper. Yet that right didn’t belong to her, and she screamed
against the fact that she couldn’t move. She controlled nothing, and the burning on
her wrists and legs from the rope made her soar. Somehow with that freedom came a
pleasure that matched no other sensation in the world.