Dark Attraction: The Corde Noire Series (10 page)

It was well after seven when Sam rushed in her front door. She was running through the list of things she had to do before Doug arrived, when she entered her living room and froze.

“Doug?” She dropped her backpack and keys on her coffee table. “What are you doing in my kitchen?”

He turned to her, grinning. “I let myself in.”             

She glanced at her keys. “How … I mean where did you get—?”

“I had an extra pair made when I took your keys the other night.”

She darted toward the kitchen. “You never asked me to do that, and you certainly should have told me that—”

His eyebrows went up, cutting off her words. He came around the breakfast counter. “First of all, if you’re to be my submissive, there is no questioning my motives for anything. Secondly, you’re so damned clumsy, I figured it might be safer if I had access to your apartment.”

With a perturbed grimace, Sam kept her eyes on his steely orbs. “I appreciate the concern, Sir, but I would prefer you speak to me about something like that before you invade my privacy.”

“Your privacy?” He folded his arms over his chest. “Sam, if you’re to be my submissive, you will have no privacy. You’re to be mine at all hours of the day and night, and you will keep nothing from me. And that includes those intriguing tidbits about your past.”

She rolled her eyes. “Here we go again.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He pulled her into his arms. “I don’t like begging a woman to tell me things about herself, and I usually don’t encounter much resistance when getting what I want.” His lips moved closer. “Why won’t you tell me? What are you so afraid of?”

She wriggled in his arms, trying to get free. “I’m not afraid.”

“Yes, you are. You’re very afraid of telling me about what you’ve done before with men.” His eyes changed, and the anger in them abated as a more curious light took over. “Or has what you’ve done only concerned women?”

The notion made Sam laugh out loud.

Shocked by her reaction, Doug let her go. He motioned to her scrubs. “Go and change. I bought you a new robe and left it on your bed. Put it on with nothing underneath and come back out here.” He spun around and returned to the kitchen.

“Do you do this with all your subs? Take over their lives like this?”

He went to her built-in oven and checked the contents. “I don’t take over anyone’s life. I become their life.” He turned to her. “And they become mine.”

The commanding look in his eyes made Sam weak in the knees.

He nodded to the hallway that led to her bedroom. “Hurry up. Dinner is almost ready.”

In her bedroom, Sam sat down on her bed, needing a moment to think. This was so not what she had expected with him. Piper had made it sound easy being with a Dom; you let him do what he wanted, and you had a lot of fun in the process. But this wasn’t fun; it was mind games. Similar to the mind games her father had played.

Since putting her family behind her, Sam had fought to build up her fragile self-esteem. She had traveled, become a good nurse, fought to quiet the ghosts around her, and thought she was in a good place … that was until she’d met Doug. From the moment she had laid eyes on his rock-solid abs, she had been second-guessing herself.

Glimpsing the short, pink silk robe next to her, she clenched her jaw. Sam had always stayed away from sexy clothes, probably the result of her strict upbringing. When other girls were experimenting with makeup and hanging out with boys, she had been sentenced to Bible study classes, wearing only her clean-faced smile and a dress that could have accommodated a small circus.

Fingering the silk, she questioned what other new things Doug could teach her. Could he change her life? Could he change her?

“What are you doing?”

She saw him standing in the bedroom doorway. Yanking her hand away from the robe, she uttered, “It’s pretty. Too pretty for me.”

His brow furrowed, he moved closer to the bed. “What makes you say that?”

“I was raised to avoid pretty clothes. My father professed they would make me vain and foolish.”

He took her hand, lifting her from the bed. “It’s just a robe, Sam. It won’t change who you are.”

“Maybe I don’t know who I am.”

His fingers grazed her cheek. “Then we’ll find out, together.”

Doug kneeled down and helped her out of her tennis shoes. Then he removed her scrub top and eased the pants down her legs. After he had removed her bra and underwear, he took the robe from the bed and slid it around her shoulders. As he tied off the belt, Sam was overcome with tenderness for the man. For the first time in her life, someone gave a damn about her.

Before he stepped back from her, Sam kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

Gazing into her eyes, he cupped her face. “I want to take care of you, Sam. Please, allow me to do that.”

The touch of his lips started out as something tender and sweet, but with every passing second, the intensity of his kiss changed. As his tongue dashed in and out, his arms went around her, hugging her close. Pressing her breasts into his firm chest, Sam slipped her arms around his neck. She was kissing him back, combing her hand through his hair, when he squeezed her butt cheeks. Lifting her in the air, Doug wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her from the room, kissing her as he went.

When he deposited her on a stool at her breakfast bar, Sam was disappointed he had taken her to the living room and not carried her into bed. She would have given herself to him at that moment. She wanted him, more than she had ever wanted any man.

When he went around the breakfast bar, Sam got comfortable on her stool, taking in the single white china plate and utensils set before her.

“Aren’t you eating?”

“Yes, I am. But I don’t need a plate.” 

She cocked her head. “Why not?”

He picked up a bowl from the counter. Carrying it to the bar, he grinned.

Sam was a little confused when he put a bowl of mashed potatoes down in front of her. “What are you going to do?”

He spooned a portion of the mashed potatoes on to her plate. He dipped the spoon back into the potatoes, collecting another serving. “You ever had a man eat off you?”

“Ah, no.”

“Then take off that robe. Dinner is getting cold.”

Shaking her head, Sam untied the knot on her belt and dropped the robe to the floor.

Doug came toward her, still carrying the spoonful of potatoes. He pointed to the bar. “Lean back.”

Swinging around on her stool, Sam rested her elbows behind her on the bar. He plopped the warm mound of mashed potatoes between her breasts, and Sam started giggling. However, when his hand smoothed the mashed potatoes over her breasts, coating them in the warm, gooey mess, she stopped laughing.

Placing his hand on her right shoulder, his tongue began to lap up the mashed potatoes. He made sure to suck on her nipples. Sam almost fell from her stool when his teeth began tugging on her nipples.

She ached to kiss him, but since his mouth was already busy, she took his hand from her shoulder, still covered with a sticky layer of mashed potatoes, and began sucking on his fingers. Doug glanced up at her; his smile was earth-shattering.

When every trace of mashed potatoes was gone from her breasts, Doug stood back and picked her up in his arms. Setting her on the breakfast bar, he instructed, “Roll over on your stomach.”

She frowned up at him. “Why?”

“Do as you’re told, Sam.”

Doug returned to the kitchen and opened the oven door. He removed a pan filled with the marinated chicken she had expected to prepare for dinner. The essence of basil, thyme, and oregano swirled in the air, making her stomach growl. Lifting a breast from the pan, he came over to her.

She knitted her brow. “What are you going to do with that?”

“On your stomach,” was all he offered.

Resting her chin on her arm, she waited to see what he was going to do. After a few seconds, she felt something warm dropping on her ass. Careening her head around, she caught a glimpse of Doug tearing the chicken away from the bone and setting the pieces on her butt.

“Do you do this a lot? Use women as plates, I mean.”

He set a large piece of chicken right above the crack of her butt. “Whenever I can.”

When his mouth began licking her butt, Sam wasn’t sure what to think. It felt weird at first. But the way Doug did it, his tongue skimming over her cheeks while occasionally sucking on certain portions, she began to find the experience very pleasurable.

When Doug’s mouth went after the piece of meat in the crack of her butt, a new and very exciting sensation hit her. His tongue dipped between her cheeks, making her stomach tingle like crazy. When his hands spread her cheeks apart and his tongue teased her, she sucked in a loud gasp.

“You ever been fucked up the ass, baby?”

Sam should have been offended by the remark. Good girls didn’t do that. She knew she should have stopped him, but couldn’t. It felt too good, and the idea of exploring such a taboo appealed to her.

“No,” she sighed. “I’ve never done that.”  

His finger passed back and forth between her butt cheeks. “Do you want to try … with me?”

“Did your other subs do that?”

He patted her butt and helped her sit up. “Yes, but it’s your choice. It’s the ultimate gift for a Dom like me.” He lifted her chin. “I know you haven’t done that. What else haven’t you done?”

Her body went rigid.
Shit!

His eyes darkened like the skies before a storm. “Sam?”

She swung her legs around, bringing her knees up. “Please, Doug. I’m not ready.”

“It’s Sir.” He picked her up from the bar and set her feet on the floor. “Go to the sofa.”

Sam waved to her dinner plate. “What about—?”

“Go!” His voice was saturated with anger.

She hurried to the sofa. On her coffee table, she spied a few items that had been laid out: a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, and a glove made out of fur. Eyeing the table, she turned back to Doug. He was at the sink, washing his hands.

“What are these things for?”

Doug turned from the sink, drying his hands on a towel. “I’m going to try something.” Unbuttoning his shirt, he walked out of the kitchen. At the sofa, he yanked the shirt from the waistband of his black trousers.

Sam’s eyes settled on his perfectly proportioned chest, and then she felt that pull of longing.

“I’m going to test your pain and pleasure thresholds.”

Her eyes went wide with fear. “Now?”

He gestured for her to sit on the sofa. “Many Doms do a spanking exercise before contracting a sub.”

She refused to sit. “No. I won’t do that.”

He held her shoulders. “Sam, I will not hurt you. If you don’t like what I do, then say the word
cat
and I will stop. I want to see how far I can go with you.”

“What on earth for?”

He let her go. “It’s what I want. It’s part of the things I want to do with you.”

“What could you possibly get from spanking me?”

“Pleasure,” he answered with a smile.

How did she respond to that? She wanted to please him, but could she do everything he asked?

“You promise you won’t hurt me?”

He caressed her cheek with his crooked finger. “If it hurts, I’ll stop and never do it again. But let me try. It’s not spanking like you’ve known or experienced. It is highly pleasurable.”

Slowly, she sank to the sofa, unsure of what to expect. “I just say the word
cat
.”

“Yes, and I will stop instantly.” He sat down next to her. “Do you trust me?”

Nodding, she bit her lower lip. “I do.”

He waved to his lap. “Lay across my lap. Put your hands on the arm of the sofa.”

She lay across him, gripping the sofa arm. His hand rubbed over her butt. “Spread your legs slightly apart for me.”  

When his hand slipped between her cheeks and then down into her folds, Sam closed her eyes.

“Good girl. You’re already wet.” He flicked her clit, and she jumped. “And sensitive, too.”