Submit (The Underground Book 4) (22 page)

When he lifted his hips toward her mouth, she sucked harder, her lips brushing the spot where he gripped his length with every stroke now.

She set up a rhythm, sucking and licking down the shaft with each withdrawal.

His fingers tightened on her neck, neither pushing nor pulling her, but telling her he was close. He probably had no idea what his hand did.

She sped up.

His breath hitched. And then he released his cock and cupped the side of her head to hold her steady as he came. His come jutted down her throat.

She swallowed each pulse of his orgasm as it hit her mouth. The taste was salty but not unpleasant.

When he finally relaxed, he drew her face off his cock and tipped her chin back to meet her gaze. His was glazed, a smile of contentment curving up the sides of his mouth. “Amazing,” he whispered. “I’m ruined.”

She could say the same.

She lowered her butt to her heels and set her cheek on his thigh to relax for a moment while he combed his fingers through her hair. His cock lay semi erect in her line of sight, and she enjoyed studying the veins that ran down the sides and the way the head spread out at the tip. She flinched when it flexed against his groin.

He chuckled. “You were so intent.”

She lifted her head. “You did that on purpose.”

“Of course. And now I’m going to do something else equally on purpose.” He rose and hauled her to her feet. “You can leave your shoes here.”

She kicked them off and followed him when he took her hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom.

“Lie in the center of your bed, face down.”

Face down?
Okay
.

She climbed onto the bed and got comfortable.

Nikolav grabbed his gym bag from the corner of her bedroom and set it at the foot of the mattress by her feet. Or maybe it wasn’t his gym bag. It looked similar. But it wasn’t the same one.

The sound of the zipper was loud in the quiet of the room.

The first thing Nikolav pulled out was a blindfold, which he held up. “Let me put this on you?”

She bit her lower lip before responding. “Okay.”

He climbed onto the bed and covered her eyes before adjusting it behind her head. “Same as when I asked you to close your eyes, only I have the control this time. Not you.”

Except she could easily pull it off if she wanted. Right?

A rustling noise and then he took her hand in his and tugged it above her head. He dragged something over her palm. “Rope. It’s gentle. Won’t leave marks. I’m going to tie your hands above your head. Okay?”

She nodded. A breathy “yes” was all she managed. And then she breathed shallow breaths while she concentrated on the way he wrapped the rope around first one wrist and then the other. His method was rehearsed. Not random. He’d learned a specific way to restrain her.

In a way it calmed her. He wasn’t winging it. He knew what he was doing.

He attached her to the headboard with her arms spread several feet apart. She wouldn’t be able to tug the blindfold off in this position. Not easily.

He tapped her hip. “Lift up, baby.” His voice was gentle, caring.

She pulled her knees toward her torso to lift off the mattress, unsure of his intentions, and then he slid a pillow under her hips.

“Oh yeah. I love seeing you in this position. Vulnerable. Smooth, delicate skin available to my gaze and touch.” He stroked a finger down her spine until he hit the top of her crack.

She squirmed. If he thought it was strange she’d never given a blow job…

“Relax. Just feel. Concentrate on my touch. Know that I would never hurt you. If I do something you don’t like, stop me. Have you heard of a safe word?”

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Red, okay? You’ll never need it with me. I promise. But know you can always use the word
red
to get me to stop at any time.”

“Okay.”

He left her again. The bag… What more?

Something touched her knee. The inside between her legs. It was cool. Plastic?

He climbed between her legs and nudged them farther apart. Awkwardly apart. Too far.

And whatever he put between them trapped them that way.

She lifted her face, set her chin on the pillow under her head, and arched her chest. “Nikolav…”

“Right here, baby. Let me dominate you. This is who I am. I need you to experience it fully. Please.”

She nodded, squeezing her knees together to confirm she had no ability to close them. It made her wetter. Her pussy pleaded for release. She almost choked on the realization she enjoyed this intense level of submission.

It was one thing to let him order her around or tell her what to wear. It was another thing entirely for her to be restrained at his mercy.

“You okay?” he asked as he stroked her thighs, his fingers dancing lightly over the sensitive skin between her legs.

“I think so. Nervous.”

“That’s normal.”

A short sob escaped her lips before she could stop it. A well of emotion tumbling from her lips.

Nikolav grabbed her hips and leaned over her. “That doesn’t sound okay.”

“Scared.”

“Of what?”

“How you make me feel.”

“That’s normal too, babe. It’s new to you.” He brushed a lock of hair from her face.

She shook her head. “It doesn’t make sense. Why would I enjoy this? It’s wrong.” She shuddered.

“Says who?”

“I don’t know.” She had no idea where she’d gotten that notion. Society?

“What each couple does behind closed doors is their business, babe. No one else’s. We find ourselves drawn to people who complement our needs.

“I need to dominate. It’s in my blood. I need my partner to submit to me. It makes me so hard, I lose my mind when you turn your power over to me.”

“Me? What did I turn over? You’re the one controlling this thing.”

He hesitated, sucking in a breath, his hand stilling on her lower back. “You have it all wrong. You’re the one with the power, babe. Not me. I can’t force you to submit to me. Well, I could. But that’s not BDSM. That’s abuse. This is a lifestyle choice. Dominance and submission.

“I can only take what you offer. The power is all yours. You dictate what you can handle. I dominate you to the level you permit. We’re in a stage of feeling this thing out between us. I’m watching your cues closely. If I think you can handle something new, I’ll introduce it. If I think you aren’t ready or never will be, I won’t.”

She tried to wrap her mind around his words. It was difficult to concentrate.
I hold the power?

In a way it made sense. As long as what he said held true—that he would never do something she said no to.

“I can say no at any time.”

“Jeez, baby, yes. Of course. Always. Forever. Any moment you want me to stop, you call it and I stop. You can ask me to stop, or you can use the word
red
.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you.” Her voice was weak, but she needed to say those words. They were true.

He sighed. “You’ll never disappoint me. Never. I’m not an asshole. I’m a Dom. My job is to make you feel good. Take you to new heights in whatever manner works for you. Explore your boundaries. Push them. Not with force, but subtle nudges.”

Then why won’t you make love to me
…

“This is new to you. I’m giving you a taste.” He smoothed his hand down over her butt cheek and squeezed it gently. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes.”

“Then go with that for now. Don’t worry about anything else except how you feel right now.”

“Okay.”

“Are you wet?”

“Very.”

“May I check?”

“Yes.”

He slid his hand lower and cupped her sex, trapping the warmth before stroking his middle finger through her folds. “Ah, yes. That’s what I like to feel. As long as you’re wet, I’m doing my job.”

“I’m always wet when I’m with you. In fact, I’ve been wet since I met you. Probably even that first night while I was lying on the bathroom floor.”

He chuckled. “Good. That’s about how long I’ve wanted to own you.”

Own
…

What did that mean to him?

He clarified. “Make you mine. Show you how I felt. Let you know how good we could be together.”

“We are pretty good together.”

“Yes. Can I continue now?”

“Sure.” She squirmed, squeezing her knees, reminded of how open she was.

He removed his fingers from her pussy and massaged her thighs, his hands traveling up to her lower back and then higher. When he reached her shoulder blades, he eased his palms around her sides to cup her breasts where they hung in front of the pillow at her belly. They grazed the bed, but there was plenty of space for him to fondle them.

It felt odd when he caressed them in this position, hanging from her.

He tugged on her nipples until she writhed. “So responsive.” His hands left her breasts to return to her back and then her butt. He molded the globes, spreading them open over and over while she stiffened at the idea of him seeing her rear hole.

He tapped the tight entrance with one finger. “When I take you here, I’ll blow your mind.”

She gasped, shocked by her response. Instead of being appalled, she was intrigued. What would it feel like to have him inside her rear hole? Nothing seemed as taboo as it would have before she met him.

He was corrupting her. She smiled at the realization.

When he slid his hands between her outstretched legs, she moaned, needing the contact with her pussy. Anything would be better than nothing at this point. “Please…” she begged.

“I love the sound of that so much I might not ever forbid it.”

She panted at his praise.

As he slid his finger around and around her clit, he spoke. “Where does it feel best?”

“Huh?” Everywhere. Anywhere. Even her earlobe got aroused when he touched it.

“Your pussy. Your clit. Which spot is most sensitive?” He let his finger trail around while he spoke. It flicked over her swollen nub. “Here?”

She nodded.

He eased the finger lower to stroke her outer lips. “Here?”

She didn’t respond. Surely he didn’t intend for her to.

He pushed his thumb into her core. “Here?”

Dammit. So close.

When he drew his thumb back out, he set his pointer beneath her clit and pressed.

She arched, moaning loudly.

“Ah, that’s right. My girl likes this spot the best. How could I forget?”

He was teasing her? Now?

Her arousal built, infuriating her with the need to come and the desire to clobber him for his verbal taunt when she really wanted him to shut up and let her come.

“I could do this all night.”

He wouldn’t dare.

She was so close. So very close.

He rubbed the spot she loved over and over until she thought she might explode. And then he shocked her by thrusting two fingers into her pussy at the same time he commanded her, “Come.”

The orgasm rushed through her body, shaking her frame and making her forget everything but the way he played her perfectly.

It took long moments for the pulsing to subside, and he slowly eased his hands from between her legs, kissing her lower back and her butt cheeks. “So fucking sexy. You have no idea.”

She was super clear. Sexy. But not sexy enough for him to fuck her.

She craved his cock inside her so badly she was about to lose her mind.

What more could she do to convince him? It was futile. The man had a will of steel. If he didn’t want to make love to her by now, what made her think he ever would? He’d been sharing her bed for several days.

Neither of them had mentioned the couch or the possibility of the other room. He slept with her as a given. But he didn’t have sex with her. Not in the fullest sense of the term. Not the way her body craved.

Soon she was going to have to confront him. If he wouldn’t sleep with her, he needed to stop toying with her. Because she was falling for him hard. And it was already going to hurt like a bitch when he left her.

And he would, right? When this was all over, he would leave her, right?

It seemed like he was super into her at times, like earlier tonight with her family. But maybe it was a game to him. Or maybe he’d done it to help boost her self-confidence around her cousins.

What she knew for certain was once again he’d played her like a finely tuned piano and left her wanting more.

It actually hurt. Inside. In her belly where the knot wound tight and never got full release. A sort of permanent cramp. A reminder that she hadn’t quite proven she was submissive enough for his taste.

She’d given him everything. She didn’t have more to give.

Like he said, she held the power. That made more sense now. And she’d given him her power day after day. It was time for him to acknowledge it or get out of her bed.

But not tonight.

He removed the thing between her legs first and put it away before she ever saw it. Then the ropes, then the blindfold. When he tugged the pillow out from beneath her belly she collapsed to the side.

As he padded from the room, she wiped a tear from her eye. She held back the sadness as if she’d already lost him. And then she closed her eyes and controlled her breathing to give the impression she was dead tired.

It worked. He returned quietly, flipped off the lights, and climbed in behind her. As he wrapped himself around her body from behind in the same way he did every night, he kissed her temple. He inhaled a breath as if he meant to speak but then didn’t. Perhaps he thought she was already asleep or too far gone to interrupt.

Either way, she was glad. She could confront him later. Tomorrow.

His breaths evened out long before she found rest herself. But finally she succumbed.

»»•««

“What do you need, Dayton?”

“If this is a bad time, we can talk later, sir.”

Anton rubbed his forehead, leaned back in his father’s favorite wing chair in his office, and sighed. He swirled the glass of vodka in his hand, letting the ice tinkle along the sides. “You’ve got me now. Might as well continue.”

It was late. After midnight in New York. Anton hadn’t bothered to turn the lights on in the study. He’d been sitting in that chair so long he hadn’t noticed.