Controlling Interest (10 page)

“I
know
that.” She slapped his shoulder, laughing.

“Well?”

She nodded.

“I need to hear it.”

“You mean you need my verbal consent?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Yes, Torin Stuart, I’ll
spend the night with you.”

Chapter Six

When Tor drove through the automatic gates and up the
curving drive in front of Regine’s Georgetown mansion overlooking the Potomac
River, Mouse felt as if she was coming home. She’d always loved this place.

“Are you living here now?” she asked as he parked.

“Yeah, I moved back because I couldn’t imagine selling it. I
grew up here. I’ve made a few changes, but it’ll still look familiar.

Mouse stayed in the warm car while Tor came around to open
her door. He held out his hand to help her out of the low-slung vehicle, and
she laughed as he tugged her into his arms for a kiss. His arms enveloped her
and she relaxed into his embrace. This felt like coming home too.

Reluctantly, he released her. “Let’s go inside where it’s
warm.” He held her hand and led her to the front door, which opened as soon as
they reached it.

“Good evening, Mister Torin.”

Tor shook his head. “Didn’t I give you the evening off,
Simon?”

“I was in the kitchen when the gate opened.” The butler
shrugged then smiled at Mouse. “Good evening, Miss Mozelle. It’s a pleasure to
see you again.”

“Thanks.” Mouse blushed as she saw the approval in Simon’s
eyes.

“You can go to your apartment, Simon. We’ll be fine on our
own.”

The older man’s eyes went from Mouse to Tor and back again
then he smiled. “Very well. Have a pleasant evening.”

Once the butler was out of sight, Tor signaled for her to
turn around. “I’ll take your coat.”

She let him ease the coat off and hang it in the coat closet
near the door.

“You look stunning, honey.” Her face heated as his eyes
surveyed her, noting her bare shoulders and short skirt. “I love your curves.”
She shrugged and he moved in close, tipping up her chin so she was forced to
meet his gaze. “I think you’re gorgeous just the way you are. Beautiful and
sexy.”

“If you say so…”

“I do.” He took her hand again. “C’mon, let’s go up to my
suite.”

The space was huge, with large, east-facing windows. In the
distance, the Capitol building glowed, dominating the city.

“Wow. What a view.”

“Yes, it is,” he murmured, coming up behind to nibble on her
neck.

Mouse shivered but leaned back against him, tilting her head
so he could reach her more easily. His warm hands curled around her shoulders
while his breath tickled her and his lips sent chills up her spine.

“Oh Tor…”

“What, honey?” He nipped her earlobe and Mouse sighed.

“That feels good.”

He chuckled. “That’s the plan. I want you to feel very
good.”

Tor gently turned her around to face him. “How does your ass
feel?”

She laughed. “Much better, thanks.”

“Still sore?”

“A little.”

“So no spanking—
tonight
—but that still leaves us a
lot of play possibilities if you’re up for it.”

“I’d like that.”

He dipped his head to take her mouth in a kiss. Mouse
wrapped her arms around his lean waist, opening for his kiss. Their tongues
tasting and twining. This was what she’d wanted from the moment they’d met.

Mouse reached up to unbutton his shirt. Teasing the buttons
open one by one. As each opened, it revealed more of his muscled body, so she
followed her fingers with her mouth, licking his warm skin. She smiled when he
groaned and his fingers wound into her hair, encouraging her.

“Do I have permission to continue, Sir?”

“Hell yeah,” he groaned.

She chuckled. Kneeling in front of him, she tugged his shirt
from his pants and finished unbuttoning it. He peeled the shirt off and dropped
it beside her. Their eyes connected and the fire in his blue eyes made her
gasp, her pussy dampening.

Mouse unfastened his belt then slowly lowered the zipper of
his pants. She took his erection in her hand with a sigh. A pearly drop of
pre-come coated the tip of his long, thick cock, so she stretched up to run her
tongue over him. He threw his head back with another groan.

“God, that feels good, Mouse.”

“I’m glad,” she purred. “I want to give you pleasure, Sir.”

“You’re succeeding brilliantly.”

She licked the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around
the straining knob. From the first moment they met she’d wanted to suck him.
Having him in her mouth was so much better than her fantasies. Mouse cupped his
balls and stroked him while she sucked his cock, watching his reactions. Every
time he shuddered… Every groan he made combined to give her a sense of power unlike
anything she’d ever felt before. And a sense of purpose too.

He gently pulled back, stopping her so she frowned.

“Aren’t I doing it right?”

Tor smiled. “Honey, if you did it any more right, I’d come
all over you.”

“I might like that.”

“So would I, but we’ve got a long night to enjoy, and I
don’t want this to go too fast.” He held out his hand and she took it. “Stand
up.” She followed his orders, staring up at him. Mesmerized by the command in
every line of his face. “Now turn around and watch us in the mirror across the
room.”

She faced away and found them reflected in an old-fashioned
standing mirror. Tor lowered her zipper then stepped close so she could feel
his body heat pressed against her. He let her dress drop to the floor.

“Reach down. Push your panties off and shimmy out of them.”

Mouse did as directed while he continued to tease and
torment her tight nipples. The panties fell to the floor at her feet so she
stood in nothing but her high heels.

“Step out of your dress and panties then kick them to the
side.”

Mouse took a gasping breath but followed his orders again.

He groaned in her ear. “You are so fucking hot.”

“Really?”

“Really. Now take a wider stance then lean back against me
again.”

When she obeyed, he sighed. “Beautiful. Your hard little clit
is peeking out at me from between your swollen cunt lips.” He reached one hand
down to flick at her clit.

“Oh Tor…”

“You like that?”

“Yes…”

Her eyes fluttered closed as he continued to tease
her—stroking her clit and pinching her nipple. Mouse spread her feet farther
apart. His forefinger rolled over her clit as if it were a perfect pink pearl
inside an oyster.

“Oh…that feels so good. Please don’t stop.” She sighed at
his deep-throated chuckle.

With his other hand, he palmed her breasts, pinching first
one nipple then the other. She gasped when he cupped her pussy and one of his
fingers slipped inside her. Teasing in and out, making her hips roll in
response.

Mouse grasped his thighs. Holding tight to keep from
collapsing in a heap. The crisp hair on his chest teased her back while he
pressed his hard cock against the small of her back.

She whimpered when he slid a second finger inside her wet
pussy while he continued to stroke her clit with his thumb.

“Oh yes. Please…”

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, Master. Please can I come?” His hands paused on her
and her eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze in the mirror. Her breaths rushing
out in gasps.

Tor lifted his hand from her breast to cup her chin, turning
her head gently he took her lips with his. She opened for him, soft cries
escaping into his mouth. With his other hand, he intensified his stroking of
her pussy. Three fingers plunged in and out while he kept up a steady pressure
on her quivering clit. Tweaking it, stroking it. Her clit tightened painfully and
she thrust into his hands.

“Oh God, yes. Please, Master… Please don’t stop.”

Tor growled, nipping at her lips. Her belly fluttered. She
thrust her pussy onto his fingers, twisting her hips while she sobbed against
his mouth.

“Come for me, honey. Let go.”

She cried out as waves of pleasure hit her body. Her nipples
tightened painfully as she shuddered. He continued to pump his fingers, drawing
out her pleasure while she clung to him. Finally, he eased off, his touch
growing gentler. She turned her face toward his neck. She sighed happily when
he rubbed his chin against her forehead.

“That was a lovely sight. Watching you lose yourself in my
touch.”

“I’m glad it pleased you.” She kissed his neck, resting
against him in the afterglow.

“It did.” He cradled her close. “Mouse, did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” She lifted her gaze to his.

“You called me Master.” His voice was soft, caressing her,
but her face heated. She knew that calling him her master was a big deal. When
she met his gaze, he looked so very serious.

“I’m sorry.” She started to pull away, but before she could,
her feet tangled up in her dress and she started to fall off her heels. He
caught her and eased her onto the bed, following her down. He trapped her under
his weight and grasped her wrists, lifting them above her head to hold them in
place. She stared at him, tears gathering in her eyes.

“Why apologize?”

“I know it’s important when a submissive calls a Dominant
her Master. I shouldn’t have done it without being invited.” She looked away,
taking a deep breath and blinking tears away…unsuccessfully.

Tor pressed a kiss to her cheek then lifted his head.
“Mouse, look at me.”

Reluctantly, she met his gaze again. “Yes?”

“When we were at the club and I interrupted your scene with
Drago, do you remember what he asked me?”

“What authority granted you the right to intervene.”

“And what was my answer?”

Mouse stared up into his blue eyes and racked her brain. She
hadn’t really been thinking too clearly just then. “Um…” She frowned. What had
he said? Then she blinked as it clicked in her brain. “That you were my
Master?”

“That I was your Master…
if
you’d have me.”

“Oh.” She blinked as tears slipped out of the corners of her
eyes. “Oh my.”

“The submissive chooses who to give herself to, and I’d very
much like you to give yourself to me. But it’s ultimately up to you, Mouse.”

“You really want me?”

“Very much. If you want me too, because it’s a big
commitment.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to wear my collar.”

She shifted her hands and realized he still held them against
the bed. He released her and she wrapped her arms around him to hold him close,
pressing a soft kiss against his lips.

“Is that a yes?” He smiled down at her, the corners of his
eyes crinkling in the sexy way they always did when he laughed.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, tracing the dimple in his cheek with
her finger. “I’d like nothing better.”

“Good.”

He laughed and covered her face with kisses, kissing away
her tears, making her giggle. His eyes darkened as he looked down at her
breasts.

“Mine. All mine.”

“And you don’t share your toys,” she teased.

“No, I don’t. Not ever.”

She ran her fingers along his strong jaw. He could be so
pugnacious sometimes. Argumentative even. But then there were times like right
now, when he was gentle. Loving. She traced his lips, smiling when he nipped
her fingertips.

Mouse arched in his arms, feeling a different kind of power
exchange when he groaned as she teased his bare chest with her tight nipples.
She felt as if she were in control of him…for just a moment. Then he reasserted
himself by cupping her ass in one hand and cradling her breast with the other.
He dipped his head to run his tongue along the edge of her areola. She sighed,
closing her eyes. Giving herself into his keeping, certain that he’d protect
her. Care for her. She felt truly safe for the first time in…years.

“I want to feel you inside me.” He raised his brows and
waited. For a minute she didn’t know what he was waiting for, but then she
understood. It was all about consent and making a request. She smiled up at him.
“
Please
make love to me, Master. Please fill me with your hard cock now
that we
both
know who we’re making love to.”

“I think I can grant that request and happily too.” His face
relaxed and he returned her smile. She loved the way his gaze lingered on her
body and hunger filled his eyes. “And I think we’ll start with binding you.” He
kissed her neck, his breath teasing her ear. She shivered. “Does that work for
you, Mouse?”

“Yes, Master. I think that would be wonderful.”

“Yeah, so do I.” Tor grinned.

Chapter Seven

He’d been in committed relationships with submissives in the
past, but he’d never given his collar to anyone before because it had never
felt right. But this was. Tor studied her wide eyes. He could see that Mouse
didn’t realize how seriously he viewed her acceptance of his collar, but she’d
learn.
Tonight
. He loved this woman and he wanted to spend the rest of
the night showing her that love before he finally whispered it in her ear when
they were both sated and exhausted. Then he wanted to spend the rest of his
life loving and protecting her.

Tor leaned back, releasing her arms. She began to sit up
with him, but he gave her a look, which she read correctly, lying down again.
He winked at her. How thoroughly should he tie her? Would she accept being
bound tightly? Lovingly? Then he remembered her fascination with the
Kinbaku
rope bondage expert Mistress Kimika. Bondage would please Mouse as much as it
did him. Tor studied her from the tip of her wild curls to the bottom of her
soft feet.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest
and pressing her legs together. She was withdrawing, almost as if she thought
there was a problem with
her
. Time for a little honesty.