Page 6 of Seize Me

“You’ve been through a lot, angel, but you have to take care of yourself.You can’t go without eating, or sleeping, or doing things to stay healthy.”

I closed my eyes as Tony’s finger lingered on my flesh.Memories of George’s gentle hands rolled through me on a bittersweet wave.And for a few glorious seconds, I was no longer breathing in the scent of a sadist, who viewed me as an inadequate submissive, but basking beneath the tender touch of my Master back at the house on the shore of Lake Michigan.But when I opened my eyes, Tony speared me with his usual critical gaze, crushing my short reprieve from reality.

It was no secret that he, and others at Genesis, viewed me as a tumultuousbrat.I tried to turn a blind eye to the looks of disapproval Tony flashed my way.But his annoyance always seemed to pour off him and singe my skin; making it impossible to ignore.I never sought Tony’s approval.The only person I needed to please was George.If he was happy with my submission, Tony and the rest of the members could kiss off.

But George was gone.And as Tony leaned closer, the warmth of his fingers upon my cheek, coupled with his damp breath wafting over my lips, perversely turned me on.

I had to be certifiably insane.

The sexual ache mounting within confused the hell out of me.In order to keep my sanity, I reminded myself that Tony’s lifestyle tastes required a specific type of sub.I wasn’t even in the same ballpark with his passions.I was bunny floggers, clothespins, and bondage—the soft stuff.He was whips, quirts, and blood—a pure sadist.We were on opposite ends of the BDSM spectrum, making my sexual attraction to him even more perplexing, and absurdly ridiculous.

“Did you hear me?”he asked in a whiskey smooth voice.

Holding me with a prickly, piercing gaze, he feathered his finger down my cheek before settling beneath my chin.His subtle claim of control lit me up like a firecracker.

“Yes, Sir.Take care of myself.I will.”I cast my eyes to the floor to escape the intensity of his stare.

The room felt like a sauna.The air was thick and electrified.My nipples pebbled, and slick juices oozed between my folds.Why was my body responding to him like this?I hadn’t had an orgasm in days, but surely, I could go a few weeks without my hormones going completely off the charts…except obviously not.

George had seen to my needs, almost daily, whether he achieved completion or not.I brutally missed him—not only sexually—but the safety and security he provided.My throat constricted with emotion, and a fat tear rolled down my cheek.

“Awww, Leagh,” Tony groaned.Stepping forward, he pulled me against his rugged chest.

The wet heat pouring off his frame, coupled with his potent, manly fragrance, vanished all rational thought from my brain.I pawed at his suit, nuzzled his neck, and writhed against his steely body like a cat in heat.Pressing my mouth against his throat, I felt his pulse hammering beneath my lips while I inhaled deeply…filling my lungs with his masculine scent.

As if possessed by a brazen nymphomaniac, I peeled his jacket over his rugged shoulders.As it fell to the floor, even more inviting heat spilled from beneath his damp cotton dress shirt.Desperate to feel his flesh, I loosened his tie before fumbling with the buttons at his collar.My fingers tangled in the fabric, revealing a tempting glimpse of his tawny flesh.I clung to him, breathless and impatient.

“Fuck, Leagh.”he choked out gruffly.“What the hell are you doing, sweetheart?”

“Make love to me, Tony.Please,” I implored.Pulling apart the gap in his shirt, I dragged my tongue over his hot, sculpted chest.“I’m so dead inside.Please.Make me feel alive, one more time.”

“Leagh,” he growled, low and hungry, as he pried me off him.

Staring down at me, Tony’s eyes bore the all-familiar look of disdain.I shrunk beneath the crushing weight of my embarrassment.George.My wonderful Master hadn’t even been in the cold, hard earth an hour and already I was begging another man to fuck me.Guilt slammed in from all directions, obliterating my insane lust.

“Just leave, please,” I begged, choking on tears of humiliation.

Tony cupped my chin and tilted my head, forcing me to reveal my shame.“No.You need to know the truth, angel.I’ve waited forever to hold you…to touch you.If you need me to make you feel alive, I’ll gladly do that for you.”

I felt my eyes grow wide.“You’ve wantedme?I don’t understand what you’re talking—”

He pressed a gentle finger to my lips.“Shhh.Not another word.Relax.Let me help you through this.”

Tony yanked his tie free, tossing it onto his jacket as he held me with a hypnotic stare.My breath caught in my lungs, and icy waves of panic filled my veins.Animalistic passion reflected in his dark, hooded eyes, and when he peeled away his dampened shirt, I couldn’t keep my gaze from sliding over his chiseled body.I studied every inch of him, as if he were a work of art.Longing to reach out and rake my nails through the dark patch of hair between his flat, brown nipples, I could only lick my lips at the tapering trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his tented trousers.His erection strained against the zipper, and I swallowed tightly as the air in the room grew even thicker…burning my lungs.

“I’ve dreamed about you, Leagh.You’ve been the center of my fantasies since the first night I saw you.I can’t get you out of my head.Everything about you drives me wild.”

I froze.A million questions sat poised on the tip of my tongue, yet I couldn’t string a single word together.It was as if I’d been launched from one disintegrating universe into another.

Without a word, Tony devoured me in a silent, predatory stare.Unable to stop myself, I trailed my fingers over each ridge and plane of his defined shoulders.My fingers tingled as I absorbed the heat of his hard flesh.Leaning in, I nuzzled my nose and lips over the dark, coarse hair on his chest as he slid his hand into my mane and gently massaged my scalp.His hot breath slid over the shell of my ear, rendering me speechless as I trembled beneath his touch.

Taking a step back, he gazed into my eyes and began unbuttoning my blouse.Steady and sure, his strong, dominant touch helped still the chaos in my brain.Closing my eyes, I gave in to the comfort he offered and savored the brush of his fingers over my skin as he slowly stripped me bare.

“Look at me, Leagh,” he ordered in a raspy command.

My lids fluttered open.His predatory gaze was imposing…stripping my body and my soul.It was too much.Too possessive.Too overwhelming, and I dropped my gaze.

“Don’t touch me with your eyes,” I whispered.

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