The Dom of My Dreams: A BDSM Novel (58 page)

“My pet!”
 
Seton growled against my ear, and then it was all over.
 

I watched as he rode out his orgasm, his luscious lips parting and his body shuddering with pleasure.
 
His eyes were clamped shut.
 
When he regained control of his senses, I smiled at him and brushed a soft kiss across his lips.
 
What a beautiful thing, witnessing your lover’s pleasure.
 

           
 
A blush spread over his cheeks as he gathered me in his arms.
 
“I’m sorry, darling,” he said, withdrawing his penis from me.
 
“I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, and you look so beautiful that I… I just couldn’t hold it.”

           
I kissed the tip of his nose.
 
“Who woulda thunk it?” I said teasingly.
 
“The sexy and dominant David J. Seton, a premature ejaculator.”

           
“Just wait five minutes and I’ll rock your world.”

           
“You sure about that?”

           
There was challenge in my voice, one Seton took head on, because at that moment a calloused hand snaked down to caress my thighs, then moved to my hips, where he traced a slow path until he reached my silky slit.
 
His fingers lightly touched the outline of my cleft, just out of reach of my clitoris, creating a warm tingling sensation inside the deepest core of me.
 
Then, slowly, sensuously, he slipped two fingers inside my aching folds.
 
All reason left me the second his thumb encircled my clit.
 

           
“You didn’t think I would let you wanting more, did you?” Seton piped in.
 

           
I answered him with a strangled moan.

           
He chuckled, his breath hot against my neck.
 
His fingers continued to do all kinds of amazing things to me as his other hand caressed my stomach, pausing on my nipple chain.
 
A scream of pure ecstasy escaped me when he tugged hard on the chain.
 
Sensations radiated along my nerves, causing me to shiver in his arms.

           
“Are you all right?” he asked.

           
“Oh, God, yes!”

           
He laughed softly.
 
“I love you, my pet.”

           
“I love you too, Sir.”

           
He groaned.
 
“Say it again.”

           
“I love you, Sir.”

           
His cock stiffened, poking me blindly against my stomach.
 
He continued to pull on the chain, sending jolts of pain and pleasure over my entire body as his thumb encircled my clit and his fingers stabbed deep inside of me.
 
I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him closer to me.

           
“Again,” he whispered in my ear.
 

           
“I love you, Sir.”

           
He withdrew his probing fingers and hoisted me up so that his cock slid slowly inside of me.
 
He took his time now, his thrusts slow and heady and amazing.

           
“My sweet darling, I love you.”
 
His voice was hoarse with passion.

           
“And I love you, Sir,” I garbled out as I rode him up and down, meeting his heavy, sensual strokes.
 
“I love you so much.”

           
We loved each other.
 
We belonged together.
 
And, for better or for worse, he had taken possession of my soul.
 
But, in a wonderful twist, I knew that I possessed his soul as well.
 
We were as linked to one another as the chain that held my nipple clamps.
 
Speaking of which…

           
I gripped my arms around his neck as tension built within me.
 
An intense orgasm was well on its way.
 
Seton must have sensed my rising level of euphoria because, as he bucked up his hips to lead our rhythmic thrusts, he pulled on the nipple chain.
 
And this time he didn’t stop pulling.
 
A cry broke from my throat, and I writhed on him until all the electronic jolts that rippled through my body ebbed.
 
Seton watched my reaction closely, as if measuring it, even savoring it.
 
But he wasn’t through with me.
 
Oh no!
 
One orgasm wasn’t enough.
 
I had challenged him earlier, and he would meet that challenge.
 
He pulled harder on the chain, unrelenting.
 
Pleasure-pain almost paralyzed me as wave after wave of rapture swirled within me.
 
I closed my eyes and savored each and every second of the sweet sensations that swept over me as I rode out my second orgasm.
 
Somewhere in my foggy brain, I was aware that Seton had reached his own climax.
 
We held each other tightly as the sensations drained from our bodies with luscious ease.
 
I smiled languidly at him when he delivered soft kisses to my lips and neck.
 

           
A few minutes later, Seton said, “I knew you’d fall madly in love with me.
 
It was only a matter of time before you surrendered to my charms.”

 
          
I scowled at him.
 
“Well, if that isn’t the most conceited thing I’ve ever heard!”

           
A throaty laugh escaped him.
 
“I know, but you love me for it.”

           
“Unfortunately, I do,” I said, grinning.
 
Emotion like no other seeped within me as I gazed into his eyes.
 
“Oh, my God, I so needed this.
 
I needed
you
.
 
I can’t believe I was contemplating a lifetime without you.”

He said nothing, but his eyes told me that he had felt the same way.
 
He had longed for me just as I had longed for him.
 
I moved my left hand from his shoulder and held it out in front of me, admiring my engagement ring.
 
The diamonds and rubies twinkled back at me.

“You like it?” Seton asked.

“I love it.”

“It was custom made,” he informed me.
 
“Imported from London.”

“Really?”
 
I looked at Seton.
 
“When did you get it?”

“A few months ago.
 
Back when I traveled to England with Dana and Karen to request the book deadline extension.
 
Dana helped me pick out the design.”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise.
 
“Wait, what?”

Seton shifted in his chair, moving me along with him.
 
“Yes, I’ve had the ring for that long.
 
I’ve known for a long time that you were the woman for me, Marjorie.”

I gave him a funny look.
 
“Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with a
sad old bag
like me?”

He winced.
 
“I hurt your feelings when I called you that, didn’t I?
 
I shouldn’t have said that.
 
Sometimes my mouth gets me in far too much trouble, and I regret saying most of the things I say.”
 
He gave me a soft kiss on the nose.
 
“You’re not a sad old bag, Marjorie.
 
You never were.”

“Then what am I?
 
What on earth do you see in me?”

He seemed surprised by my question.
 
“What do I see?
 
Well, let’s see.
 
You are absolutely gorgeous, for one thing.
 
You’re sexually submissive and open to new ideas.
 
You’re also fiery as hell.
 
You make me laugh and cry out in frustration at the same time.
 
You are difficult and conflictive, but also vulnerable and sweet, and all of those qualities combined make you wonderful and perfect for me.
 
You’ve forced me to change.
 
I’ve grown a conscience, thanks to you.
 
You challenge me to grow, my pet—you make me want to become a better person.”
 

Tears stung my eyes, but I held them back.
 
I wouldn’t ruin this beautiful moment by crying like a baby.
 
“God, I would’ve missed out on all this if I had gone to Boston.
 
I was moving to a ridiculously expensive apartment and accepted a low-paying PR job just to escape from you.
 
Can you believe that I—?”

           
I paused when I felt his body shaking and realized that he was laughing.
 
His face was carefully blank, but the twinkle in his amused eyes and the twitching of his mouth gave it away, so he burst into a husky laugh.

           
I pulled back a little and narrowed my eyes at him.
 
“You, Jeremy and Magda set that up?
 
You guys found me an expensive place and a shitty job on purpose, just so that I wouldn’t move there, didn’t you?”

           
Between chuckles, he said, “Whatever do you mean, my pet?”

           
I slapped his arm.
 
“Don’t be cute!
 
I hate it when you act all cute, means you’ve been bad.
 
So you guys set me up?
 
Again.”

           
He calmed down a little, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.
 
“I honest to God had nothing to do with it,” he said, his palms out in a quelling motion.
 
“It was all Jeremy’s idea.
 
I wanted no part of it, and I did nothing to encourage it.”
 
He stared at me, not laughing now.
 
“But I’m glad they intervened.
 
It gave me time to finish up the manuscript so that you can read it on time.”
 

“Those guys.”
 
I shook my head.
 
“They’re unbelievable.
 
I almost moved there anyway, you know.”

“I know,” he said, his face solemn now, “but I guess their timing was perfect.
 
You read the book before you left town.
 
Speaking of which, Alfred called just moments before you arrived to say that you may go back to work whenever you like.
 
You were never at risk of losing your job, darling.
 
You’re too valuable to Bookends, and to everyone around you.”

           
His words, and the emotions behind them, moved me to the core.
 
I wasn’t upset.
 
How could I be?
 
I wouldn’t be here right now if Jeremy and the others had not intervened.
 

           
Still, I didn’t want his past behavior to go unpunished, so I decided to do something I had fantasized about for a very long time.

           
Cupping Seton’s face with both hands, I kissed him lightly on the lips and said, “No more secrets, Seton.
 
No more doing things or writing stuff about me behind my back.
 
I mean it.
 
I love you, but if you can’t be honest with me—”

His kiss cut me off.
 
“I promise you that I will never lie to you again.
 
I’ll earn your trust, my pet, no matter what it takes.”

“That’s not a bad start.”
 
I smiled.
 
“But you will be on probation for a while.”