Page 27 of Take Me, Sir

Kyndall

I still wasn't entirelysure why I'd gone to Dean, but as he picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom, I was glad I had. Not having things between Dalton and me resolved left me feeling restless. His accusations and assumptions hurt. If I'd gone back to my apartment, I wouldn't have been able to sleep or concentrate on anything, and I would've been tempted to go up one floor and have it out with him. Or maybe I would've gone out and found a game, let the numbers clear my head.

But I hadn't gone to find a game.

I'd gone to him.

I hadn't even really thought about it. I'd given the cabbie the hotel's address. Taken the elevator to the penthouse. Knocked on the door.

I'd almost been surprised to see who'd opened it. And only some of that had been because he wasn’t wearing a shirt. I hadn't expected him to invite me in, and I definitely hadn't thought he'd answer my questions so honestly. I didn't know what this thing was between the two of us, but it was what I needed right now.

“We can have regular sex, if that's what you want,” he said as he sat me down on the bed. His eyes practically glowed as they met mine. “But I'd love to give you a taste of my world.”

Desire twisted my stomach, made my heart beat faster. He would accept whatever my decision was, and we'd go from there, but I knew if I told him that I didn't want to have anything to do with his world – with the world my brother and sister-in-law inhabited – then this would likely be as far as things went between us.

Besides, the thought of finding out what it meant to have Dean dominate me...

Fuck.

“A taste?” My voice wasn't as steady as I would've liked, but it wasn't nerves that made it shake. Or, at least, not completely nerves.

That beautiful mouth curved into a smile that made my panties even wetter than they already were.

Well, shit.

Ten minutes later, my clothes were on the floor, Dean was kneeling over me, and I was wondering just what I'd gotten myself into. He was still wearing a pair of jeans that hung so low on his hips I could see those deep, sexy grooves, and the trail of dark curls that all led to the same lickable place.

He pulled his belt from its loops, and I stiffened. He'd said a taste, but now I wasn't so sure that was a good idea.

“Dean...”

He reached down to take my hand. “I'm not going to use it on you. Not in the way you think.” He made a loop with his belt and slipped it over my hand. “Not yet, anyway.”

I wasn't sure if he meant it as a warning or a promise, but judging by the heat that washed over me, I knew that my body wanted it to be a promise.

He made a sound that was half-growl, half-groan. “Damn, I love when your skin flushes like that.” His expression grew serious. “Are you certain this is what you want?”

I raised my other hand, offering it to him. “Please.”

He kissed the palm, then slid my hand to join the other. “Do you know what a safe word is?”

“In theory.”

“Red,” he said. “If you need me to stop, if it's too much, say red.”

I nodded, my pulse skipping a beat as he leaned over me, taking my hands with him. I couldn't see what he was doing, but when he sat back on his knees, my arms were stretched above my head, fastened to the headboard. It wasn't tight enough to hurt, but definitely too snug for me to slip out of them easily.

“The most important part of this life is trust.” He ran his hands up my calves, his voice low and even, almost hypnotic. “For a Dom, it's trusting the Sub to stop things before they go too far. For a Sub, it's trusting the Dom to read their body, to know how to push limits, and to stop when a safe word's used.”

His fingers skimmed my thighs, up over my waist and ribs. He palmed my breasts, flicking his thumbs across my nipples. I squirmed as they pebbled. I hadn't realized what a difference it would make, not being able to move my hands. Before, when I kept my hands above my head, I'd still known I could move, that I was responsible for staying still.

Now, however, I wasn't in control.

Except, I supposed, based on what Dean had just said, I actually was. Sort of. It was all very confusing.

Dean leaned down suddenly and bit my breast.

“Fuck!” I jerked. “What the hell, Dean?”

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