The Dom of My Dreams: A BDSM Novel (45 page)

           
“Go ahead,” he said, indicating my wrists.
 
“Free yourself.”

           
I frowned at him, then drew in a sharp breath when I discovered that I could undo my bound hands easily from their restraints.
 
All I had to do was twist my wrists a little to the side so that the hands slid free.
 
I wasted no time in slipping off the satiny bindings (a couple of Seton’s expensive ties) and slithering out of the cushion that lifted me, which was no easy feat, for it lifted my upper body in a rather awkward way.
 
Seton moved to the side and removed the pillow from underneath me.
 
He turned his back to me while he did that, giving me a perfect view of his butt.
 
Excitement surged, and I gasped loudly.

           
Seton spun to me, his handsome face creasing into an amused frown.
 
“What?”
 
With his velvety English accent, it sounded like he’d said, “Wot.”

           
I blushed and wiped away my tears.
 
“Nothing.
 
It’s just…You’ve got a gorgeous ass!”

           
Now it was his turn to blush.
 
“Er…thanks.”

           
Heat swirled within me as I pushed to my knees until I was face to face with this gorgeous Adonis who wanted me.
 
And hoo-boy did I want him!

           
“Come closer,” I commanded, brushing my hands together in preparation.
 
He probably wouldn’t be pleased with my ordering him around, but I was too excited to care.

           
To my surprise, he complied.
 
His green eyes were filled with smoky heat as he moved toward me.
 
For a long moment, I simply looked at him, feasting upon the contours of his amazing body.

           
“You really are an eyeful, you know that?”

           
He raised an eyebrow.
 
“Don’t waste any more time admiring my body.
 
Do something with it!”

           
I smiled shyly at him, then overwhelming passion rippled through me as my hands reached out and caressed his chest.
 
It was warm and soft, yet hard and strong at the same time—like velvet over steel.
 
I loved the way his muscles moved when I traced my fingers over his torso, and I laughed when I felt him shudder as I ran a lazy circle across one brownish nipple, imitating the way he had done it to me.

           
“Bloody hell,” he groaned, his hand clutching convulsively at my hair.

           
“Now you see why I love this so much.”

           
Seton took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a few heartbeats.

           
More confident, I ran my hand over his muscular arms and traced a languid path down his broad back until I reached his fantastic butt.
 
I gave his round cheeks a firm squeeze.

           
Seton moaned and moved closer to me, his eyes squeezed shut as my hands continued their descent, moving from his butt down to the inside of his thighs and reaching that sensitive area between his ass and his balls.
 
I stroked him there slowly—soft and feather-light.
 
I had never done this before, but I knew he enjoyed it when I heard his sharp intake of breath.
 

           
“Right, my turn to touch you now,” Seton said urgently, his voice strangled.
 
He pushed me away from him and reached out to palm one of my breasts, but I slapped his hand away.

           
“No!
 
I
call the shots now.”

           
“Marjorie—”

           
“Quiet,” I cut him off, setting an index finger across his luscious lips.
 
“It’s my turn to torture you.
 
I’m going to drive you mad with lust and you’re going to like it.
 
Understood?”

 
          
He laughed hoarsely at my almost uncanny imitation of his dark, commanding tone.
 
“Whatever you say, darling.”

           
I cast him a sexy smile and wrapped my hand around his well-hung balls, squeezing them gently and raking my nails softly over them.
 
Lightly, teasingly, I pinched the underside of him.
 
He trembled and moaned at the same time, and his reaction stirred something naughty deep within me.
 

           
My mouth entered the fray, kissing every part of his body, from his collarbone and chest all the way down to his belly button.
 
My tongue flicked out and tasted him there.
 
Our eyes met for a moment.
 
His face looked strained and full of concentration, like he was trying very hard to think of England or something.

Mmm.
 
It felt really good, being in control.
 
Even though I enjoyed Seton’s dominant ways, I sometimes couldn’t help but wonder how things would be like in reverse.
 
How was it like to play the dominant role?
 
If
this
was anything to go by, then it felt great.
 
I tried to picture Seton tied up to the bed but couldn’t.
 
The man was too controlling to allow such a thing to happen.
 
He would never put himself in such a vulnerable position.
 
Even though he was allowing me to have my wicked way with him now, I doubted that he’d let me tie him up, so I wouldn’t even suggest it.
 
Still, the idea of Seton sprawled on the bed, completely nude, his wrists cuffed to the headboard was…YUM!
 
Too hot for words.
 
But it would never happen.
 
I was certain of it.
 
So I might as well get my jollies now.

I continued with my torture.
 
I wrapped my hand around his erection.
 
His cock twitched.
 
I traced the sinuous veins slowly, caressingly, mapping them out with my fingertips.
 
There was no part in that area left unexplored.
 
I touched, I squeezed, I caressed, I teased, power and pleasure washing over me with every quiver and groan that escaped him.
 
His cock wept, one bead of moisture oozing out of the tip and trailing down the purplish head.
 
I dipped my head and caught it with my tongue.
 
Mmm.
 
So sweet.

           
Seton jerked his body as if I’d slid something cold across his skin.
 
“Marjorie,” he gasped, his body as tensed as a knot.

           
I straightened up.
 
“Yes, my dear sir?”

           
He groaned and brushed a kiss across my lips.
 
“I’m going to bloody come if you continue to do that.”

I raised an eyebrow.
 
“Are you saying that you’ll lose control?
 
Now
that
doesn’t sound like you.”

“Whatever you do, don’t make me come.”

A defiant smile played on my lips.
 
“But what if I want you to come?”

“Don’t!” he all but growled.
 

“Don’t what?” I asked, all innocence.
 

He made a small gargled sound before he answered.
 
“Don’t make me come.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want to come inside of you.”

The hoarse, naked passion in his voice sent a rush of tenderness deep in my soul.
 
“Well,” I uttered softly, voice breathy, “that’s fine with me, because you’re not allowed to come until I say anyway.”

He answered me with a moan.

“I bet none of your other girlfriends pleasure you the way I do.”

“What other girlfriends?”

“The ones you said you had.
 
You asked me earlier if I was happy knowing that you were sleeping with other women.”

“Oh, darling,” he laughed throatily.
 
“I was just testing you.
 
There are no other women.”

A whirlwind of emotions waved through me, and I paused in my ministrations.
 
I couldn’t believe what he’d just said.
 
There were no others.
 
No other women!
 
He wasn’t involved with Karen York.
 
He wasn’t involved with anyone else right now.
 
He was with me and only
me!
 

I looked up at him, tears blurring my vision.
 
I was fairly certain that he could see the depths of my love for him in my eyes, but I didn’t care.
 
His gaze met mine, his emerald pools gleaming with lust and affection.
 

“Don’t cry, darling,” he whispered kindly, wiping away my tears.
 
“Let us enjoy ourselves.”

Yes, I thought as my fingers smoothed over his pendulum.
 
I will enjoy myself, and I have every intention of loving you so completely—with every part of me—that you will never desire anyone but me.
 
There are no other lovers, and there never will be.
 

I gave his cock a firm squeeze and teased the tiny slit with the tip of my finger, making his body jerk again.
 
“Enough!” Seton growled, laughing nervously.
 
“You’ll have to forgive me, gorgeous, but touching time is over.”

           
I pouted mockingly at him.
 
“What, don’t I get to explore your body a little bit more?”

           
He paused, considering my question.
 
Then he gave me a hot, devilish grin that lit fires deep in my soul.
 
“Don’t worry.
 
We shall make time for that and a whole lot more.”

           
His hand slipped behind my neck and he kissed me as if our very lives depended on it.
 
Then he pushed me gently onto the bed, parting my legs with his knees and swinging me here and there until I was tucked neatly underneath him.
 
He reached beneath me, arching my back so that my body was pressed against his.
 
I wrapped my legs around his delectable ass and slid my arms around his neck as I felt the long hard length of his erection tease my aching passage, seeking but not entering.
 

He gave me an expectant look.
 
“What do you say?”

I smiled up at him.
 
“Please, Sir.”

He chuckled throatily and kissed the tip of my nose.
 
“That’s my girl.”

He pushed slowly into me.
 
There was nothing swift and plunging about his thrust this time.
 
He took his time, letting me feel every inch of him as he stretched every crevice and filled me to the core—consuming me, liquefying me—until he was buried so deep within me I thought he’d touched my very soul.
 
He lingered there for a few moments, and I shuddered convulsively against him.
 
His groan of pleasure echoed mine.
 
Our eyes met and we exchanged a meaningful smile.

           
I love you.

           
I closed my eyes and blew out a quivering breath as he began to move.
 
That was the first time I’d ever said those words—those exact three words—to myself, and I couldn’t keep the tears from streaming down my face.
 
Seton’s tongue flicked out to capture a tear, and a sob escaped me.