Haynes, K. R. - The Light in Her Eyes [In Her Eyes] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

Chapter
Twelve

The sexual tension inside the cab of the truck on the drive back to his place was stifling. Randall couldn’t wait to get Chloe back to his place. His cock had never been so hard for a woman ever. The bite from the metal zipper on his jeans cut painfully against his dick.

Peeking quickly at Chloe, he noticed how she seemed to be fidgeting around on the seat, only to wince when she moved her right foot. He made a metal note to himself to take care of her ankle first when he got her home. Then he’d take care of the ache between her legs, one he knew would there by the way she squeezed her thighs together.

Slanting another glance her way, keeping his voice low but full of authority, Randall gave Chloe his first command. “Your thighs are to remain open, Chloe.”

“W–what?” She also most choked on the word.
Randall would normally be amused by her reaction to his command, but he was too riled up with sexual tension to be amused by it. “I will not repeat myself a third time, Chloe, so listen carefully. Your thighs are to remain apart. Do it, now.” He all but growled at her to comply to his demands. “I will give you the command to come, little girl. And right now your disobedience has not earned you permission to come.”

Randall could see Chloe’s disbelief flickering in her eyes at his command.
She was struggling to obey his command not to come, to instead hold off her orgasm. It was his first test for her to obey. As a Dominant, Randall always tested his subs to see how far they would push him. So far Chloe was pushing him all the damn way. Parking the truck at the end of his drive,
Randall jumped out and went around to the passenger side to help Chloe down.
“Are you able to walk or do you wish me to carry you inside?” he asked her.

“Carry me, please.”

Gathering her up into his arms, Randall carried Chloe up to the house. He managed to kick open the front door after unlocking it with one hand.
With his foot he kicked the door closed and walked into the lounge room and deposited Chloe onto one of the sofas in there. He left her there for a few minutes so he could gather some supplies from the kitchen for her banged up ankle.

Walking back into the lounge room, Randall found Chloe wrestling to get her shoes off. He knelt down in front of her and placed the items he had for her on the table beside him. Lifting up her good ankle onto his knee, Randall slipped off her shoe
then massaged her foot to help alleviate some of the tension from her body. Picking up her bad foot, Randall slipped her shoe off before examining her sprain. He probed the tender flesh with his fingers to check if she had broken it. Chloe showed him her displeasure of him touching her banged-up foot by voicing it to him. “Ouch, that bloody hurts you know.”

“I need to take a look at it, Chloe
, to make sure you haven’t broken it.”

“So you’re a doctor now as well as an officer of the law, are you?”

“That mouthy attitude of yours, Chloe, will only get you into more trouble than you’re already in.”

“Other than hurting my ankle, I don’t see how I can possibly be in trouble.”

“You don’t, do you?”
Randall finished wrapping a bandage around her right ankle to secure the ice pack to it, before lowering her foot onto the coffee table to keep it elevated. He stood up and scowled down at her.
“Did I or did I not give you an order back in the truck? One, mind you, you failed to act upon.”

She dared to roll her eyes at him. He couldn’t believe it. That little minx. Then she opened that sassy mouth of hers again, to provoke him no doubt, as she said to him, “You’re talking in riddles again, Jon.”

“Right, that’s it, little girl. From this moment on unless I ask you a direct question I do not wish to hear you speak. When you do answer a direct question, you will address me properly with ‘Yes, Sir.’”
Randall leaned down to crowd into her personal space as he added on,
“Do you understand me, Chloe? Yes or no, Sir, will suffice as your answer.”

“Yes. Sir,” Chloe grumbled out to him. He could tell she only just held back the words she wanted to lash out at him with.

Handing her the glass of water and the pain meds he had brought in for her, Randall waited while Chloe swallowed them down. Her eyes never left his, something else he’d need to remind her of, too. One lesson at time, he told himself, one lesson at a time. Randall took the empty glass from her hand and set it down on the table behind him.

Leaning down, he lifted her up into his arms while Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck. Randall then carried her down the hall to his bedroom. Dropping her gently onto the middle of the mattress, he was mindful of her sore ankle as he lowered her down. Stepping back, he stood there staring down at her. Randall knew he needed to control the Dominant inside of him before he touched her again.

She had pushed his buttons too much this afternoon. The only thing holding him back at the moment was her bad ankle. As much as he wanted to see her naked, cuffed, and spread before him on his bed, he couldn’t really do that with her banged-up foot. First he needed to make sure that what was about to happen between the two of them was something she still wanted.

“Chloe, I’m going to ask you a direct question and I want an honest answer from you. Not a mouthy one,” he warned her. “I want to show you what we had back when we first knew each other. I want to help you remember us. In order to do that I need you naked and willing to accept anything I command of you. You will be given a safe word to use if I push you too far. If you want me to stop, you say your safe word and it ends.”

Randall stepped forward and ran a fingertip lightly up the length of her arm as he let his words whisper over her
. “Will you let me, Chloe? Will you allow me to show you the pleasure I once showed you when we were younger?”

Chapter Thirteen

Swallowing hard, Chloe tried hard to rein in her temper that seemed to be firing up her arousal, to the point she thought she might explode just from his light touch alone. This man, what the hell was it about this man that made her want to lash out at him at every chance she had, only to then crave him to douse the fire burning hotly in her core with his seed?

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Chloe give him her answer. She watched the approval spread across his gorgeous face. His piercing sky-blue eyes darkened as he gazed down at her. She had pleased him with her answer of “Yes, Sir.” Who knew that a simple “yes, sir” would give him so much satisfaction?

Chloe didn’t know what to expect from him or what he expected from her. All she knew was that she trusted him completely and knew Randall wouldn’t hurt her. She watched and waited patiently for him. After a couple of minutes’ silence he approached the bed where she lay, still fully clothed.

“You are mine this afternoon, little girl. In order for me to take you as mine, I need you naked. I want to see you, Chloe. All of you,” he told her.

Hearing him call her “little girl” sent a delicious buzzing feeling throughout her body. His words may have been commanding. His voice, however, didn’t disguise his desire for her. Anticipation of what was to come ignited a fire deep within her core. So fierce was her hunger for him, it matched her desire to please him. Her body literally vibrated from the heat in his words and from the fire burning in his eyes. Her muscles were tense. Her pussy was already wet and ready for him to use and take as he pleased.

He proved to her that he was a master in the way he drew out her anticipation of what would happen next. Randall kept her so on edge Chloe could feel this delicious need burning throughout her body for him. It was totally unfair the way he whipped her body into a white-hot frenzy of desire for him. All he had to do was lightly touch her with his fingertips or caress her with his sensual words and she was putty in his hands. Bastard!

Even her damn nipples were hard little points that were reaching out, begging to be touched by him. The faintest brush of air across the tender buds had her arching up to him. Never in her life had she been this worked up for a man. Chloe guessed then that Randall probably wasn’t your average man.

Her cheeks burned with heat when she felt moisture dripping down her thighs from her pussy. It was pure torture in the very best way. Christ, how was she supposed to remain calm and serene, if she was this worked up already? If Randall were to touch that most intimate spot on her body right now, Chloe knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back her impending orgasm. She would explode all over his fingers.

She stared at him as he stripped off his shirt and removed his shoes and socks. He stood beside the bed in just his tight, stone-washed denim jeans. It wasn’t easy for her to miss the hard bulge punching out at the front of his jeans. Her gaze was riveted to his hardening length pressing against the metal zipper. It was a rather pleasant sight indeed to know she had this much effect on a man. It made her feel desirable.

Her eyes remained glued to his crotch. She could practically tell he couldn’t wait to get his rigid length inside the moist, dark cavern of her mouth. Would he enjoy the bite of her teeth on his hard flesh? Or would he prefer her to moan around his shaft as he pushed his cock all the way to the back of her throat? Chloe moaned at the thought of being taken so thoroughly by him. She had to force her eyes up to his face and watched in fascination as the muscles in his throat worked overtime. To tease him, like he teased her, she flicked her tongue out and let it dance across her lips. She heard him forcibly swallow down a groan, as she took the pleasure of perusing his bare torso with her eyes.

He moved closer to her. His hands slowly wandered up her body. A feather-like touch, so light it was barely there. Chloe couldn’t hold back the shiver from his touch. A devilish smile curved at his lips as he stared down at her and informed her it was time to unwrap his present.

His hands skimmed over her soft belly. His fingers went straight for the buttons on her blouse. Chloe heard him swear a few times when he couldn’t seem to undo the buttons quick enough. The need to feel his hands on her had her sitting up slightly so he could draw her blouse over her head, instead of unbuttoning the thing. She knew full well he would have chosen to rip it from her body if she hadn’t helped him. Hastily he removed the offending blouse from her body and then threw it to the floor.

Her jeans were next on his agenda.
His fingers made quick work of unfastening the button on her jeans. She could hear her own harsh breathing echoing loudly in her ears when he lowered the zipper on her snug-fit jeans.
He then slid the dark denim down her long legs.

Randall reached over her and grabbed a pillow from the other side of the bed, and propped it under her banged up ankle to keep it elevated. Her eyes were glued to him as he crawled his way up onto the bed, to lie on his side beside her. He eyed her rapidly rising chest. Her nipples pointed out through the satin of her bra, begging for his attention.
“Control your breathing, Chloe,”
he told her as he fingered the satin material of her bra.

She took a few deep, calming breathes to settle her breathing back down, and was rewarded with a “good girl” comment from him. She smiled up at him upon hearing it.

He ran one hand up and down her inner thigh, stroking her flesh. Chloe moaned deep and loud at the feel of his thumb pressing against her clit. The feel of his dick hardening against her side had her moaning even louder. God, she wanted him. She wanted him more than she wanted her next breath. He kept his fingers constantly moving, exploring all the dips and curves on her almost naked body. She would be curvier now than she would have been back when he said they first knew each other. Chloe hoped Randall wouldn’t mind her curves. Not that she would change herself for him if he didn’t. She wasn’t one of those women who went around changing their appearances to suit the men in their lives. She wasn’t like that and she would never do it even if asked either.

The way Randall was worshiping the curves on her body with those talented lips of his, Chloe would hazard a guess that he adored them.

Chloe squirmed around on the bed from the heated touch of his lips on her flesh. She cried out from the light bite of his teeth on her already oversensitive nipples. How much more of this could she take? Hell, he had barely started and already she could barely think straight. She just had enough wits about her to absorb the pleasure he was giving her.

The needed to say something, to convey to him how much he was unravelling her, had her crying out his name. She didn’t care about any reprimand he might force upon her. She just needed him to know what he was doing to her was exquisite ecstasy. Her lack of self-control had him biting down hard on the nipple he had been ravishing, causing her body to arch up to him. His growl made her squirm around even more. God, she needed more of him. She needed him to do something, anything. The fire that was building rapidly inside of her was too much for her to handle on her own. She needed him deep, deep inside of her.

Wiggling around on the bed, Chloe cried out when her injured right foot bumped against his leg. She stopped moving altogether upon hearing a feral growl coming from the man feasting at her breasts.