He set his bag on the edge of the bed and took a long look around the room. He wanted her. But it wouldn’t be hard and fast this first time. His gaze locked on the hooks set into the beams against the wall and he nodded.
Perfect for what he had in mind.
Colin opened his bag before crossing the room and lifting the vinyl padded bar stool. He placed it right where he wanted it and undressed to his jeans, leaving his things on the chair at the bottom of the bed. Then he took her cuffs and pulled.
Her body responded instantly, her head up and lips parted to take in a breath meant to steady the sudden rush of anxiety that he knew was shooting through her. He walked her toward the wall, turning her carefully and lifting her to sit on the bench.
Then he began the torture.
He wanted to see her eyes and lifted the blindfold slowly. The room was very dimly lit with the sconces on the wall at their lowest level. He waited in front of her, watching those dusky, dark lashes blink and open. Another surge of power shot straight to his cock when she instantly met his gaze, ignoring her surroundings.
For a long moment he just watched her. Lips pursed, though he was positive she wanted to speak. He wasn’t doing a good job as her dom if there were questions in her eyes and set about rectifying that.
“Questions, Angel?”
Her head shook from side to side at first, and then up and down.
“What did I do wrong?” The words burst out in a short string. “Why didn’t you…why did you…” She stopped when he brought one finger up to her lips.
“I failed to define your place, and I’m sorry for that. I definitely know better. Politely asked questions are acceptable anytime. You’re new and to be honest…” Colin cupped the side of her face, his thumb stroking over the slightly parted lower lip that was full and seemed to demand attention. “To be honest, my reaction to you is fucking with my head at the moment. Unless I tell you, silence is always expected in public unless someone requests permission to speak with you. Respect is always at the top of your list. We spent a lot of time with your dislikes and I’ve been so busy uncovering your possible likes, I never bothered to tell you what I’d want from our time together,” he’d caught himself just in time from calling it a relationship.
He repeated over again that he was not relationship phobic. He repeated that he had been the one to seek her out. Repeatedly. What he hadn’t expected was the depth of the emotions she was pulling from him.
“What…what do you want from me?” She managed in a low, breathless voice.
Colin liked the soft tongue that came forward and moistened her lips and decided being a dom had a hell of a lot of perks to it. He opened the clasp between the cuffs and took a step back. Looking around quickly, he found what he wanted and tossed it to the floor.
“Whenever you kneel, find one of these to use beneath your knees, Angel,” he waited when she nodded, his head cocked patiently to the side.
“Oh! Yes, sir.”
“What I want right now…is for you to touch me…and finish undressing me.” He waited while his words held her attention. “Then I want those gorgeous lips around my cock, pet.”
He wasn’t sure what he glimpsed in her eyes. More than a hint of trepidation as well as excitement and anxiety. It struck him at the same time her hands rose she stroked over his chest, fingernails catching loops of sandy colored hair.
“I’ll guide you on that last one, Angel…show you just how I like it…”
Relief filled her eyes and he knew watching her expressions and reactions were going to be one of the most erotic things between them. Here, with him, she hid little. All the memories and past were locked outside the door and he planned to make that a normal part of her life, with time.
He parted his feet, bracing himself as she looked up at him, one hand up and stroking over his face.
“I took art lessons…and one of them was to draw what your fingers see,” she murmured, leaning in and closing the space between them. Her moan was soft when her nipples scraped against his chest. “But I couldn’t do it…”
“The flowers in your shop and apartment on the walls,” he recalled, the images flashing through his mind’s eye.
“I can do those. I failed that lesson because I…I couldn’t make myself do this…and I really wanted to…”
“How old were you, pet,” Colin caught himself from putting his hands on her. He’d never realized how difficult it was to remain immobile before now. No wonder subs had to be restrained if their urge was half as strong as what he was feeling right now.
“I…it was just after I lost the baby,” she whispered painfully, her fingers shaking until she pressed her palm against his heartbeat.
Colin waited, watching her gain control of her breathing. “Angel, it was taken from you. Not lost.”
“It was god’s will because I’m a child born of evil,” she recited from years of memory. “You killed your mother…”
Her head jerked back when a pair of strong hands bit into her shoulders, lifting her from the floor until her toes dangled about the hardwoods. Her eyes widened, her head shaking.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered fervently. “I’m so used to…to reciting it just to make him leave me alone…”
“Not here, Angel. He is never…ever…with us. He doesn’t deserve you or, quite frankly, to be a parent to any of them,” Colin loosened his hold, allowing her to stand again. “It’s going to take time, pet,” he leaned in, kissing her softly before taking her hands and placing them on the opening of his jeans. “I gave you an assignment.”
Chapter Ten
“Yes, sir.”
Angel wasn’t sure how or when she’d become comfortable, but she smiled at him, her attention on the slight contours of his chest and abdomen. He was strong but his muscles weren’t bulky. They were solid and she liked the warm feel of him beneath her fingertips. He wasn’t hurrying her so she trailed her fingertips around the faint ridges, the smallest of definition to his chest, onto his arms…down his biceps…and she watched his breathing hitch now and then.
That was enough encouragement to make her touch firmer, more confident.
It was mesmerizing, she thought, the warmth and strength beneath her palms as she stroked along his shoulders to the waistband of his jeans. Her fingers fumbled with the opening to his jeans and she couldn’t remember being so klutzy in a long time. Her breathing caught when the button popped free. She didn’t have to touch the zipper, just tug gently on the sides, and it slid all the way down. Over the thick, hard cock straining behind the denim.
That’s when she became distracted. Her hands moved to the jeans, stroking along his flesh and pushing the denim down off his hips. Her fingers brushed against the rounded, muscled behind to get the fabric out of her way. She liked the feel of his skin beneath her hands, tickling her fingers and the soft center of her palm.
She didn’t even notice that he not only hadn’t moved, but he was holding his breath.
He hadn’t worn underwear, she realized when the dim light of the room fell on his penis. She nudged the pillow with her foot and dropped agilely to her knees. Her hands moved the denim further along his thighs and onto the floor. Her gaze remained on the thick stalk before her while her hands freed his bare feet and pushed the jeans out of the way completely.
She wondered when she’d forgotten the tiny clinking noise the connections made on her cuffs. The noise outside the room no longer seemed a distraction, either. Maybe she was adjusting. Maybe she was capable of a normal relationship. To a degree, she corrected with a soft sigh.
She saw his twitch as her breath sifted over his flesh. So she did it again, dropping back and blowing lightly over the wrinkled sacs and onto the thick base of his cock. She’d never used the word before. Not like it was going through her head now. He’d said sexual words and it sounded so…sexy…so sinful, she thought with a little smile. She straightened up and felt his body jump when she pressed the flat surface of her tongue to the base.
And licked very slowly along the length. She knew very little about this part of a man. To be honest, she knew very little about this kind of man. But here, in this room, in this moment, he was who she wanted to please. More than she ever imagined possible.
His scent radiated from his skin. A spicy soap, a little sweat and…Colin. She knew enough to realize a person’s scent was a culmination of the things they ate as well as wore during their day. She liked his. It fit him. His skin was dry, not moist or clammy and crisp, springy hairs tickled her palms when she ran her hands down his legs and back up again to cup the full, warm sacs.
She liked touching him and knew he was enjoying it, too, because he spread his feet just a little further apart for her. A jolt of excitement shot through her when his hand settled on her head, guiding her gently. She moved to her knees, panting softly when her nipples scraped along the hair covered thighs.
Angel leaned closer, closed her eyes and turned her head slightly to the side, nibbling slowly along his length. She followed that with her tongue, tasting, stroking and savoring the tension she was creating in him. She could feel each shudder, each pulse of his body as it tightened because of her attention.
Because of her touch.
Each little noise he made urged her on; encouraged her with a non-silence that seemed to make tiny licks of flame stroke every inch of her.
Colin felt doubt at his plan for the first time when her tongue moved moistly along his shaft again. Her touch altered between heavy and light; her tasting and licking enough to drive him of the edge without another thought. So he fought for the control he’d learned through the years. One hand left his side and he speared five fingers into the thick strands of hair at the back of her head.
“Good, Angel…Christ, so good…take the head in your mouth…easy on the teeth…they feel damn good to a point…” his head fell back and he reached for the stool with his free hand. Leaning on it was a better option than having his knees melted out from under him by his sweet, sexy sub.
She waited while he leaned back, his legs bracing him more securely. He didn’t know how much he would take or how much he would allow her to have. She wasn’t shying from her task. Her exploration ranged from downright sexy to open and genuine fascination. The fingers of one hand stroked and molded his balls to her palm, while the other fingers were wrapped around his cock.
She held him. Stroked him. Let his cock slide through her fist all the while her mouth moistened him and suckled. And her tongue was extremely versatile, he thought with a low groan. Flicking and teasing along the throbbing vein; stroking and pressing at the base between his balls.
Christ, this had been his idea!
Colin felt his sacs tighten, almost painfully tighten until his fingers gripped her hair and tugged. Thick, dark lashes blinked up at him, as if he’d drawn her back from a place where he wasn’t sure she wanted to leave. He gazed down at her for a long minute. She looked sexy as hell on her knees, her hands falling to her thighs as she waited for his instructions.
“You haven’t done this before.”
Angel swallowed hard. “No, sir. I’m sorry if I wasn’t very good. I…”
“Did I say that, pet?” Colin fisted his cock with his other hand, pressing his thumb down between his balls and grinding his teeth for the need to come to pass. He knew his limits and he also knew how badly he wanted this woman. He waited while his words and expression registered with his little sub. “But I do plan to give you plenty of practice…to perfect your techniques.”
“I…I wanted to see what it was like,” she whispered. A tint of pink spread across cheeks that glowed slightly in the dim lights of the room. “I wanted to do this because you enjoy it.”
Colin wasn’t sure he could get harder. But her simple words erased his efforts to hold back. He nodded once and used his hold on the back of her head to guide her forward. He watched the sweet bow of her mouth open, her tongue out first to swipe over the tiny slit and then around the thick ridge. When she licked along the separation and over the top again, his fist tightened at the same time his balls did. Again.
A momentary flash of dom arrogance spilled into his thoughts and he almost stopped her. Almost pulled her up sharply at the same time she gently, every so damned gently, ran her teeth along the base of his cock. The orgasm shot through him with the power of a tidal wave, sweeping his feet and control out from under him.
One hand tightened in her hair; the other gripped the edge of the stool, his knuckles whitening when his shout was ripped from inside him. Somehow she’d taken him deep that last few thrusts he gave, taking him and swallowing when he exploded. He vaguely felt her tongue still moving, softer, more soothing than arousing.
She’d never felt more powerful or more cherished.
Here, with him, she didn’t feel broken. She didn’t feel asexual. She felt alive and like a woman for the first time in a very long time.
Definitely not the words she would have assigned to the act she just performed. She enjoyed it. She loved hearing the encouragement and sounds of his approval that weren’t quite words. She really liked his hand in her hair, guiding her when he thrust into her mouth to please him. And it was her name that was pulled from his lips when he exploded.
For a long time, she’d been afraid she’d never get the chance to have someone mature enough to be patient. Or trust herself to have the courage to follow through on things that should have been natural to her all her grownup life.
And what was she afraid of now? Now that the fog had lifted. She slowly released him and sunk back to her heels, her hands on her thighs, she stared at them, waiting. She saw him reach to the side, a towel on his lap for a minute before he gripped her shoulders and pulled her to her feet in front of him.
“I shouldn’t have allowed that,” he said quietly, studying the curious little frown.
“I thought…you enjoyed it…”
“Oh, Angel, I enjoyed it way more than I thought possible,” he urged her closer, his hands sliding over his hips to her ass. “And perhaps it is for the best…what your needs are…a sub’s needs…should always be primary and I think this was definitely a need for you. One of many I don’t quite have my finger on yet…”