Lose Control (10 page)

Epilogue

Cassie slid into
the back of the limo, thanking the driver as he closed the door behind her. As
soon as it shut, a deep voice echoed throughout the interior.

“Come here.”

A shiver ran
over her at the command and she quickly shimmied across the seat, all too eager
to get close to Myles. Over the past three weeks, they hadn’t spent more than a
few hours apart. They laughed, talked, traveled, worked, and had phenomenal sex
together each and every day. And Cassie couldn’t be happier.

This latest
business trip, however, had come out of nowhere and included a scheduling snafu
where there was one very important person missing from their usual joined at
the hip status—him. Three days and two insufferably lonely nights later, she
couldn’t wait to get back into his arms.

Strong hands
wrapped around her waist and lifted to place her across his lap. The second she
was seated, he cupped the back of her neck and pulled her close, his lips
descending on hers in a hungry and consuming kiss. Cassie instantly opened for
him. The desperation of needing to feel him, taste him after what felt like an
eternity, fueled her movements as she met each stroke of his tongue with her own.
His fingers dug into her hip where the palm of his free hand had landed possessively
and, with a groan, he pulled back to place his forehead on hers.

“Christ, I
missed you.”

Fighting the
urge to pout that his mouth wasn’t fused to hers anymore, Cassie snuggled her
head against his neck instead and breathed in his familiar scent. “I missed you,
too.”

How had she ever
managed to get through a day without him? Before him? Cassie had always been strong,
independent, stubborn, carefree… But, Myles completed her in a way she hadn’t
realized she’d been lacking. With him, she found contentment and a happiness
that could only be described as blissful.

Yep, she’d
turned into
that
girl. Hopelessly in
love, nauseatingly happy, and quite literally whipped. Well, if she had any say
in the matter, she would be as soon as they were alone and they could try out
the new toys she’d bought while she was in Miami. Among the cat-of-nine-tails,
she’d grabbed some silk ropes, a flogger, and nipple clamps.

That last day at
the cabin, she learned a vital lesson. Bondage can be damn freeing. Not only
did tying her up allow Myles to finally get over his past and toss away the
baggage he’d been carrying around with him, Cassie realized that there was an
inner freak-streak running deep and hot within her. Apparently, it had always
been there lurking within, hidden alongside her desire to be submissive. Her
true nature just needed a little coaxing to rise to the surface and, thanks
very much to Myles for spanking that bad girl right out into the world.

Since then, they
had delved into their fantasies and experimented in the bedroom, raising the
kink level to new, tantalizing heights. Cassie loved every moment of their
sexual adventures and loved Myles even more for unlocking that side of her. Did
she mention she was beyond over-the-moon for the man? The only thing missing
was a declaration of said love.

The words had
been on the tip of her tongue and nearly tumbled out so many times she’d lost
count, but she’d bit them back, wanting him to lead the pace of their relationship.
When he was ready, he would admit his feelings. Besides, she didn’t need verbal
reassurances. Okay, admitted, she wanted to hear it. Desperately. But, she
could wait. His actions spoke louder than any words that could be said anyway. With
how he tended to go overboard with grand gestures and attempts at romanticism,
the day he did admit his love would probably be in a hot air balloon flying
high in the sky as the words were spread across the landscape below.

Cassie swore
Myles sat around reading blogs and articles, thinking of new and wondrous ways
to prove he could be as romantic as the next guy. Not that she minded. She
liked the attention and thoughtfulness as much as any girl, but seriously,
nothing was small when it came to Myles. He went big or went home, and after a
few subtle hints about him not needing to prove anything or being a tad more
understated—like having a single dozen roses delivered instead of what was the
equivalent to a whole florist—had fallen on deaf ears, she’d given up and chosen
to appreciate he was doing all of it for her. Nothing wrong with that, and he
could hire an entire marching band to spell out her name on a fifty-yard line
while playing show tunes if that’s what he wanted. At least she could honestly
say he wasn’t boring. Complete opposite was more like it. Myles was constantly
surprising her, making each moment together seem fresh and new. Although, speaking
of gestures that went above and beyond…

“So, are you
going to tell me why you picked me up from the airport in a limousine? What’s
the occasion?”

 
“Because I didn’t want to have to wait until
we got to where we were going to hold you. I won’t wait when it comes to you.” Myles
wrapped his arms around her tighter. “For future reference, you are never going
without me again. These past few days nearly killed me. Not to mention those
damn pictures you sent. Were you trying to make me walk around with a raging
hard-on for three days?”

Cassie smiled.
Actually, yeah, that had been the general idea. Not having Myles with her gave
her a lot of free time at night when she was lying in the hotel’s king-sized
bed. She decided to take a few images with the new toys, in various positions,
and then send them along during the day when she knew he was in meetings or
indisposed where he couldn’t react immediately. Timing was everything and, no
doubt, she would pay for her actions. Her core quivered at the thought.

“You liked them,
then?” She wiggled against him. Would it be wrong to take advantage of the
blackened-out windows? Waiting wasn’t very high on her list of favorite things
either.
    
“Even the one where I was
bent over using the flog—”

“Cassie.” Myles
groaned out a warning as his cock twitched under her backside. “We will discuss
your penance for the daily torment sessions and painful reminders that I
couldn’t sink into your wet pussy whenever my cock roared to life courtesy of
those photos later. Trust me, baby, torture is a two-way street. You have three
days to be accountable for and before I’m through, you will become intimately
familiar with exactly how much I liked them. Especially, when I use that
flogger on your sweet ass. But, for now, we have somewhere we need to be.”

Cassie leaned
back, giving him a quizzical look. “I thought we were going back to your
apartment.”

“We are going
home.” Myles reached behind him, revealing a black blindfold. “That’s the
surprise.”

Huh? That didn’t
make any sense. Cassie looked between him and the black mask with satiny purple
ribbons used for ties. If she wasn’t so suspicious of his intentions, she’d be
turned on by the sheer decadence and promise the blindfold held. Okay, she was
turned on, but he was up to something and, whatever it was, she would bet her
new toys it had nothing to do with the images currently running through her
mind.

“What surprise,
Myles?”

A smug smile
formed on his lips. “Hands, Cassie.”

She instantly
placed her arms behind her back, twining her fingers together as a surge of anticipation
raced through her veins and shot straight down to land between her legs. Myles
using the gentle demand that so often started their love-making sessions
created an automatic response. Heat pooled and her breath quickened. Every cell
in her body hummed and became hyper-alert, waiting for what normally came
next—pleasure.
 

Maybe she was
wrong and having sweaty blindfolded sex in the back of the limousine was his
plan after all? Fingers crossed. A woman could hope.

Slowly, he
inched over, placing the mask over her eyes and tying the ribbons snug at the
back of her head. The world went dark as he slid her off his lap to gently
position her with her legs slightly apart and her back arched.

Myles swept her
hair behind her shoulder as his warm breath fanned against the sensitive skin
below her ear. “Baby, seeing you like this makes me so fucking hard. You know
why?” He kissed the base of her neck, nibbling and running his teeth along her
flesh, sending shivers cascading over her. “Because, not knowing what I’m about
to do to you and being at my complete and utter mercy excites you, makes you
hot. Can you feel the way your nipples are tightening? They’re pushing against
that shirt, begging me to give them some attention, and it’s sexy as hell.”

Cassie’s
breathing hitched as what felt like his palm trailed down the center of her
chest and her nipples peaked to the point of painful in anticipation. With the
loss of her sight, her nerve endings became overly sensitive to his every move.
His touch felt like flames scorching her skin, and when he ever-so-slightly
finally brushed over her breasts, the contact sent electric bolts zinging
through her. The air rushed out of her lungs in a hiss and she arched her back
into his hand, begging for more.

“So responsive.
So beautiful. Should I check to see if you’re wet, too?”

His hand
continued lower, past her stomach, to the top of her pants, and came to rest in
between her thighs. Cassie felt him cup her mound as the warmth of his touch
seeped through the material to stroke her pussy. She rotated her hips, silently
prompting him to move, to do something about the ache he was creating. Instead,
he remained still and said, “We’re here.”

Cassie couldn’t
help it. She whimpered when he removed his hand, and a chuckle sounded at her
side. “Easy, baby, you won’t have to wait much longer. Before I’m done, you’ll reenact
each one of the poses in those pictures you sent.” His lips covered hers in a
quick kiss. “For my pleasure and, most assuredly, for yours.”

“No time like
the present to get started then,” she said, swallowing back the groan of
frustration threatening to escape. Now who was killing who? Paybacks were a
bitch and she’d just been handed a good dose of her own medicine. Myles played
as dirty as she did and didn’t that just make her smile? The pleasure he
promised would come, but getting there was half the fun, and that made her
smile even more.

She heard Myles,
still chuckling, getting out from his side of the limo a moment before her door
opened. He cautioned her to be careful as his hands guided her from the back
seat, over what she assumed was the curb, and then a few more steps before they
came to stop. She tilted her head to listen to the sounds surrounding her. The
usual hustle and bustle of the city she’d grown accustomed to while at his
apartment was gone, replaced by an odd tranquility. The air seemed cleaner,
birds chirped in the distance, and she could swear someone was cutting grass
nearby. She might not be able to see anything, but there was no mistaking that
they were not home.

Guess she was
about to find out, because Myles started to work at releasing the knot at the
back of her head. The blindfold fell away, and Cassie quickly blinked against
the transition from dark to light. When her eyes refocused, she took a look
from side to side. Nope, definitely not in the city. At least not the downtown
part.

The area looked
more like one of those exclusive development communities with the mountains
forming the backdrop to houses with expansive yards and neighbors that were
close but not too close. The homes were most likely expensive, reserved for
wealthy power couples, and to the right people, worth every penny. The serenity
of living outside the city combined with the beautiful homes were the selling
point and draw for most.

Cassie had to
admit, the house they were standing in front of was amazing. She was taken by
its sleek and modern look with two stories of enormous windows that were surrounded
by metal and stone. The structured lines and crisp look of the construction
captured the attention, but it was the plush colors of the landscaping that
held it. Trees were scattered throughout the lawn while blooming flowers and
green shrubs lined the walkway to the massive front porch where two wrought-iron
rocking chairs with plush cushions had been placed. The contrast between hard
and soft, man-made and nature, were in perfect balance, and if she had ever
imagined her dream home, this would probably be it.
 

 
She turned to Myles and asked, “Whose house is
this?”

“Ours.”

“Wh..what?
Ou…ours?” Cassie stuttered before clamping her mouth shut, refusing to make any
more attempts at an intelligent response until she processed the bombshell
Myles just dropped at her feet. Did he really just say…? Was he serious? She
peered up at his expression. There was definitely no joking in those eyes, only
determination and something that resembled… hope?

 
Holy crap!
And hello! Can we say grand gesture?
Even for him, this was over the top. Still
needing some clarification at the enormity of what he was saying, she took a
breath and asked, “Myles? Did you buy us a house?”

“Not yet. But it’s
ours if we want it. A developer friend is holding out for our answer before he
puts it on the market.”