Betrayed by Love (14 page)

“Well then, if you need to you’ll use me as your sub.”

“You’re ordering me to use you as a sub?”

“Damn, that came out wrong.”

She watched as he rubbed his face with one hand. It was touching that Roman, who would hate to give up control as a submissive, was willing to do it to please her.

“If I feel the need to play Domme I’ll tell you,” she said.

“Thank you.”

* * * * *

The next day Roman was back in Savannah, as promised. This time he had two cases of luggage, and ten minutes after he arrived a delivery box of computer equipment showed up.

“Are you moving in?” she asked in surprise.

“Of course not, well, not yet. My agent is lining up properties for me to see.”

“You’re going to buy something in Savannah?”

“You’re here, so this is where I’m going to be.”

“Roman, you can’t move here just to be with me.”

“Why not?”

“Your business is in Chicago.”

“And two of my key managers just got big promotions. I’m the boss, I shouldn’t be doing all this detail work anyway.”

Savannah watched as he unpacked a box of computer equipment.

He was serious.

Until that moment she’d been holding back, assuming it was guilt or remembered love or some other emotion keeping him here. She was sure that once the emotional turmoil of the past days faded he’d drift away, back to Chicago.

“You’re serious.”

He looked up at the shock in her words. “About what?”

“About this, about us.”

“I am.” His gaze dropped to the box and his shoulders sagged for a moment. “I know you don’t love me anymore and maybe you never will again, but I want to try. Living without you isn’t something I want to do again.”

“Don’t buy a house.”

Hurt flashed in his eyes.

“I mean, stay here.”

He shook his head, reluctantly. “I shouldn’t. I should give you space. We’re dating, remember?”

“Stay in the guest bedroom, but stay.”

They unpacked him into the guest bedroom. They argued about installing the wireless router. They made dinner and then went out for dessert, eating vanilla ice cream with real pralines in it. The next day, at Roman’s insistence, Savannah tried to show him how to throw a pot. He stalked off in disgust, dripping clay-saturated water as Savannah howled in laughter.

A week after that they had a fight about the merits of declaring the co-op a nonprofit, then had hot, angry sex on the kitchen floor.

A month later Savannah called her parents and told them she was back together with Roman. He spoke with both of them, and while they started out cool they soon warmed up and were happily asking what he’d been up to. After that they called Roman’s parents, who were equally excited.

There was no going back.

* * * * *

Roman mounted the steps into the house. There were no lights on inside, which was odd but not alarming, as when she was sketching Savannah could lose track of mundane things. He let himself in quietly so he wouldn’t disturb her. There was a note on the floor just inside the door. Roman picked it up.

Roman,

I want to be with you, without hesitation. I have to know.

-Savannah

He turned the paper over, but there was no other message, or any clues as to what it was about. Just as he went to flick on the entry lights he saw a flicker. He following the light to the little-used front parlor, which was more formal than the living room, and which, because of the big bay windows, was usually too hot to use.

The room was lit by dozens of candles. Kneeling in the center, completely naked, was Savannah. She knelt with her knees spread, head down, hands palm up on her thighs—the position of a submissive.

Longing spiked through Roman’s gut. He wanted to take her, possess her in the way that BDSM let him.

But he wouldn’t, this was wrong.

“Savannah.”

She looked up. “Yes, Master.”

“No, I won’t do this. I won’t hurt you or bring back bad memories.”

Her gaze searched his face. “I need to know, we need to know.”

“Know what?”

“I need to know if these feelings I have, the desire to have you Dominate me, use me, is real. I need to know if I can handle you actually doing those things.” She reached out and held up several scarves. “And you need to know that I trust you.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered. Despite himself he was aroused. Her nipples were pink in the candlelight and her fall of straight hair lay over her shoulders.

“I don’t know if I really want this, or if it will just be too hard.” She rose to her feet, still holding the scarves. “But we need to know.”

Roman stripped off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Carefully he approached her, taking the scarves from her. Up close he could see both fear and desire in her eyes—the same emotions that rolled through him.

He took the scarves from her. “Wrists.”

Savannah’s fingers trembled as she held her wrists up. Roman wrapped the scarf around them, binding them together.

Bending, he lifted her, carrying her up the stairs to the guest bedroom, which was now used to store his suitcases and extra clothes. He laid her on the bed.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

“Roll over. On your knees.”

Savannah obeyed, rolling onto her belly and tucking her legs under her hips. Her bound hands were nestled under her cheek. He took a second scarf and tied it between her bent right elbow and her right thigh, leaving it loose enough that she could move a bit. He repeated it on the left side, a modified hogtie.

Her breathing had sped up. When he touched her back, she jumped. “What’s your safe word?”

“Paint.”

“Say it again.”

“Paint.”

Tied like this, she couldn’t straighten her legs. Her ass and pussy were up and exposed. Roman cupped her ass, rubbing the globes. He kneaded her thighs, rubbed her back, even massaged her feet.

“Tell me how you feel.”

“Hot, ready. I want you.”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“How?”

“Hard. Now. Fast.”

Roman grinned in savage triumph. There was no fear in her voice, only blisteringly hot arousal and need.

“But what if I want to play with you first?” Roman traced the lips of her sex, then pushed them open with two fingers. She was wet, her skin hot to the touch.

“Please, please fuck me.”

Roman dropped to his knees and kissed her ass, her mound.

“Oh yes, yes,” she whispered.

Roman buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking the soft skin, nipping and kissing her clit. In mere minutes she came, the scarves creaking and tearing as she thrashed in pleasure.

As her orgasm subsided, he started to remove the scarves but hesitated. Instead he dropped his pants, grabbed his hips, and thrust into her.

The pleasure was instant and explosive. Her body clenched down on his cock like a vise.

“Mine, you’re mine,” he panted as he fucked her in short, hard thrusts.

“Yes, I’m yours. Fuck me, take me, own me.”

With a growl of satisfaction, Roman came too.

Afterwards he carefully unbound her, rubbing her arms and legs to return the circulation. He carried her to their bedroom and then into the bathroom with the clawfoot tub. Though it was a tight fit, he filled it half full with water and then got in, urging her to join him. She settled between his legs, her back on his chest.

“Talk to me,” was all he said.

“That felt good. I wanted it.” Her fingers made lazy patterns on the water. “I didn’t want to. I hoped I’d be scared or hate it, but I didn’t. Nothing made me think about what happened before. I knew it was you. I knew I was safe.”

“I’m glad.”

“And what about you?” She twisted her head to look at him. “How did that feel to you?”

“I wanted to… I wanted to keep you like that. To pleasure you until you couldn’t think, let alone talk. I wanted to fuck you every way I could think of, then start over and fuck you again.”

Savannah’s breath caught at his words and her pupils dilated in arousal. Roman cupped her breasts, rubbing her wet nipples.

“Lift your legs and hook them over the sides of the tub.”

Without hesitation she obeyed, then reached back and laced her fingers together behind his neck, which gave him full access to her breasts and pussy. Roman wasted no time. He cupped her sex, sliding his middle finger into her while rubbing her clit with the heel of his hand.

“You’re mine. You will do as I tell you, when I tell you.”

“Oh yes, please.”

“Your pussy and ass are mine. I will fuck them, use them.”

He guided her up, helping her turn until she was facing him.

She cupped her own breasts, pinching the nipples so hard they looked white. The sight shredded the last of his control. Roman grabbed her hips and forced her down onto his cock.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “I love you, and you’re mine.”

A small smile played over Savannah’s lips. “And you’re mine, and I love you too.”

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Undone Lovers 1: Undone Rebel

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Betrayed by Love

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