The Dom of My Dreams: A BDSM Novel (6 page)

Everything else was pretty simplistic.
 
There were the usual bachelor-like furnishings—a large sectional sofa in black leather, a matching reading chair, and a cherry wood coffee table with nothing on it but a large silver plate.
 
There was a medium-sized flat-screen television in one corner and a big wooden desk with nothing but a laptop in the opposite corner.
 
It was almost as if Seton had wanted all of the attention to go to the shelves.
 
Well, he had succeeded beautifully in that regard.

I was staring at the shelves, wide-eyed, when Seton said, “Like it?”

I turned my gaze to him and noticed that his green eyes had a smiling expression in them.
 
“Yes, it’s…it’s remarkable!” I enthused.
 
“It’s like being at a high-class library.
 
Have you read them all?”

“Yes.”

“Did you have the shelves built in when you moved in?”

Seton nodded as he stared lovingly at his bookshelves.
 
“I have thousands of books, most of which are still in the basement.
 
There was no room for all of them on the shelves.
 
Some time in future, I shall hire builders to make a study large enough to fit all of my remaining books.”

Some time in the future—or “in future,” as he said it—sounded as if he’d planned on staying in Northampton indefinitely.
  
The thought of having Seton in such close proximity on a permanent basis made me feel slightly uneasy.
 
When our agreement came to an end, and he had chosen a publisher, we would continue to run into each other around town.
 
And that would be awkward, especially if he signed with another publisher.
 
Ah, well.
 
I would cross that bridge when I came to it.

I was scanning the titles when suddenly I was in his arms, his hands snaking their way around my waist, his hard chest pressed against mine.
 
I gasped at the sudden movement.
 
The hardness of his erection pressed invitingly against my hip.
 
Desire stirred swiftly to life, and I pressed myself against him, wriggling my hips against his erection.
 
A strangled groan escaped from his lips.

“How very naughty of you, Miss Fordham,” he said in a teasing voice.
 
“I’m quite shocked.
 
What could have caused this transformation?”

You.
 
It was hard not to be anything but naughty with a man that sexy pressed against me.
 

His beautiful, long-lashed eyes focused on my mouth just moments before his lips brushed mine, teasing and feather-light, until he possessed them altogether.
 

It was an intense, passionate, but above all commanding kiss—the sort of kiss that left no room for me to take the lead, for he was the one guiding it, claiming it, controlling it.
 
His tongue probed in, licking my lips, then sliding in.
 
Tiny sparks of heat coursed through me.
 
I pressed my body harder against his and surrendered to his heady ministrations.
 

As he kissed me, one of his hands moved to the front of my tight leather dress and slowly unzipped it down to my waist.
 
His lips left mine and, looking at me with half-closed eyes, lowered the two halves of my dress, exposing my breasts.
 

Seton stepped back and stared.
 
His gaze flickered hungrily over my chest while he cupped one breast, his thumb running a lazy circle across the nipple.
 
Both my nipples puckered to life.
 
I gasped and arched my body toward him.
  
He gave me a sensual little smile, his eyes darkening with passion.

I closed my eyes and moaned when he lowered his head and, teasingly, tantalizingly, kissed the area between my breasts.
 
Then he awakened every part of my body using those sensuous lips of his, alternating between brushing my neck and shoulder blades with hot, feather-light kisses, and tracing my jaw and the back of my ears with the tip of his tongue.
 
I moaned his name as he traced a hot path down to my breasts.

“Sir,” he said hoarsely.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him.
 
“Excuse me?”

“Sir.
 
I will be your master from here on in, and when you address me, you will call me ‘Sir.’
 
Is that clear?”

I nodded, dazed.
 
The harshness in his tone didn’t kill off the spell he’d put me under.
 
In fact, it fueled me, making me want him all the more.
 

When the form of address was settled, he abandoned the tantalizing kisses and roughly closed his mouth over one nipple.
 
I let out a surprised gasp, curling my fingers around his wavy dark hair.
 
He laved at my nipple and sucked it into his mouth as his hand played with my other nub, making my skin heat up with desire.
 
Then he cupped both breasts, lightly squeezing them together, and swept his tongue from one hard nub to the other.
 
Biting my bottom lip, I thrust my breasts forward and closed my eyes, allowing the sensations to take hold.

Seton pulled away from my breasts as abruptly as he had gone to them.
 
I opened my eyes and gave him a please-don’t-stop look.
 
He chuckled throatily and teased my lips with his own.
 
“I’m going to have so much fun with you, my pet,” he said softly.

Then, as if remembering something, he swept his gaze down to my breasts and frowned.
 
“Where are the nipple clamps?”

My mind spun around in a lust-filled cloud of confusion.
 
“Nipple clamps?”

An annoyed look crossed over his face.
 
“The bloody nipple clamps that were inside the bag I gave you.
 
I told you to wear everything in the bag!
 
Why have you disobeyed me?”

It took a few moments for his words to finally register in my foggy brain.
 
“Look,” I breathed out, flustered.
 
“I saw no nipple clamps.
 
I’m not even sure what those are.”

He sighed, exasperated.
 
“There was a long silver chain in the bag.
 
The corners had clasps on them.
 
For the nipples.”

Ah, now I remembered.
 
“The chain is in my purse.
 
I didn’t know what it was for.
 
I apologize.”

“Sir.”

“Huh?”

“I apologize, Sir.”

“I apologize, Sir,” I repeated, mortified.

His eyes softened.
 
“That’s my girl.
 
I’m quite surprised you didn’t know what the chain was.
 
You really are new to this, aren’t you?”

I looked away, embarrassed.
 
“You know I am.”

He let out a hoarse chuckle as he walked away from me.
 
I glanced at him over my shoulder and saw him rummaging through my cherry metallic calfskin Chloé bag until he pulled out the nipple chain thing.
 
He walked back to me with long, graceful strides, looking every bit the seducer he was.
 
His gaze bored into mine, eyes slightly narrowed, full of promises of erotic delights to come.

“You will have to become accustomed to these,” he said, attaching one of the clamps to a nipple, “for you’ll be wearing them quite often.”
 
I flinched at the sudden sharp pain, but then felt nothing more than a slight pressure when he tightened the clamp to my nipple.
 
When he finished with my other nipple, he pulled on the chain that linked my breasts and studied my reaction.
 
I shot out a startled “Ow!” when I felt a sharp pinch.
 
He seemed satisfied with my reaction.

“You shall wear these quite regularly,” he explained.
 
“Not precisely these though.
 
These are for beginners.
 
You shall be wearing the real ones once you’ve become accustomed to the sensation.”

He stood back and inspected his handy work.
 
“Lovely,” he murmured approvingly.
 
“Now pull up your skirt and sit on that chair over there.”
 
He indicated the black leather reading chair that stood several feet across from his desk.
 
“I want to see all of my merchandise.”

He looked at me as if to check for my reaction to his last sentence.
 
I smiled at him.
 
His words hadn’t offended me.
 
At this point, I was too aroused to feign indignation.
 
He could call me a disgusting streetwalker from hell for all I cared.
 
I wanted him and that was that.

Lifting my skirt, difficult to do with the tight leather, I headed toward the chair, the high heels making loud click-clack sounds on the hardwood floor.
 
I cast a glance over my shoulder and noticed his eyes were fixed on my bare derriere.
 

“You’ve got a great ass,” he purred seductively.
 

Lust shimmered within me as I plopped down on the chair.
 
Seton stood in front of me, hands on lean hips, his lustful eyes fixed on me.
 
I squirmed slightly in my seat.
 
It felt strange, sitting here, practically naked in front of a very enigmatic, sexy man telling me what to do.
 
I crossed one leg slowly over the other and tried to look relaxed.

Seton frowned.
 
“Spread your legs.
 
I want to see your cunt. ”

My legs quivered as I uncrossed them and spread them apart.

“Wider,” he ordered hoarsely.

I opened my legs as wide as I could.
 
My vagina was now fully exposed.
 
His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared as he fixed his smoldering gaze upon my naked flesh, melting me where it rested.
 
I tried not to cower away from his ardent eyes.

“That’s better,” he drawled sexily, squatting down in front of me.
 

He stared at my pussy for a long time.
 
His nostrils flared again and his eyes became all the more lust-filled as he feasted upon the view in front of him.
 
Pressure erupted down below, fanning through the rest of me in liquefying waves.

“You’re all shaved except for that slight trim in the middle,” he admired thickly.
 
“That’s good.
 
I’m not into completely bald pussies.
 
I like my women to look like
women
, not like prepubescent girls.”

He continued to gaze hungrily at my cunt.
 
“You’re quite wet,” he purred.
 
“You’re going to be wonderful to break, my pet, and I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

His words were making me restless.
 
My pussy throbbed and became slick with moisture as if he’d touched me there, which he hadn’t.
 
I clutched at the arms of the chair, digging my nails into the leather, fighting the desire that was coursing through me.
 
I was getting impatient.
 
I wanted his hands on me, wanted him inside of me.
 
I wanted him to do all of the things he’d wanted to do with me, whatever that entailed.
 
I wanted to run my hands up and down his beautiful body, but he hadn’t as much as removed his shirt.
 
I wondered where this was all going.
 
When would he touch me?
 
When would I touch him?
 
I also wondered about the endearment he’d just used—if that’s what it was.
 

“Your pet?” I asked.