Page 34 of Captivating Nash

But as the boat pulled away from the marina, heading toward the Cerberus safehouse, Nash couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. The mission was over, but what came next for them—personally—was still uncertain.

Deanna leaned against him, her hand slipping into his. “We made it,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion.

Nash squeezed her hand gently as he looked out over the dark water. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “We did.”

The Cerberus safe house stood as a sanctuary of peace and safety. Nash entered, never relinquishing Deanna’s hand.

“Make yourselves comfortable; one room or two?” asked O’Shea, eyeing Deanna speculatively.

“One,” Nash answered without waiting to confirm it with Deanna.

O’Shea grinned and nodded before directing them to a large, airy, light-filled room with an enormous bed with a wrought iron frame. Nash hid his grin. It was obvious the place was geared towards those in the lifestyle. He was willing to bet that one or both of the bedside tables would contain restraints of various types as well as other implements.

The room exuded a warm ambiance. The space was a blend of high-tech elegance and sensuality, with sleek furniture and subtle erotic artwork adorning the walls. Deanna's eyes widened as she took in the surroundings, her curiosity piqued by the surprising surroundings. Nash, sensing her intrigue, smiled, his pale blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Nash's gaze intensified, his eyes roaming over her curvy figure. He admired her hourglass shape, the soft curves that beckoned him to explore and possess. Her curly brown hair framed her face, adding to her allure, and her full lips hinted at the passion that lay within.

"You're a beautiful woman, Deanna," he said, his voice laced with seduction and lust.

It had taken every ounce of self-control to resist his baser nature while she was on the boat. It would have been easy enough to coax her into his bed and act as his submissive while she’d done her research, but he’d told himself that wouldn’t be fair to her, as at the time he’d had no intention of it being long term. But somewhere along the line, that had changed.

Without another word, Nash took charge, his dominant nature asserting itself. The warm sunlight filtering in through the French doors created an intimate atmosphere. He could smell her arousal beginning to kick in and was almost sure he could hear her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what was about to unfold. She was one smart cookie, and he intended to feast on her forever. He knew from their past experience in London that she had always been sexually adventurous, craving the thrill of surrender, and Nash meant to see that all of her fantasies and desires were fulfilled.

"Get naked," he ordered.

She spun around and he could see her start to protest but then decided there was no need. They both knew what was going to happen, and as the corners of her mouth lifted, he knew she wanted it as much as he did.

Deanna's fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the buttons of her blouse, her movements deliberate and filled with anticipation. It seemed as though she wanted to please him, to submit to him, and the thought of her revealing herself to him sent a shiver down his spine.

With each button undone, Nash's eyes followed her movements, his gaze appreciative and hungry. Her blouse fell open, revealing her creamy skin and the lace of her bra. Nash's breath caught as he took in the sight of her full breasts, straining against the delicate fabric. "Lovely," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "But I said naked."

Deanna's hands moved to her pants, sliding them down her hips, revealing her toned thighs and lacy panties. Nash's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her shapely legs and the damp nature of her panties.

“When I say naked, that’s what I mean,” he said, unfastening her bra and removing it and her panties. Reflexively she brought her hands up to try and cover herself, and he prevented her from doing so. “Rule number one—you do as you’re told. Rule number two, you never hide what is mine from me.”

She dropped her hands and her eyes, “Yes, Master.”

Hearing her murmur those words without any prompting made his cock tighten and throb behind his fly. He’d have to remember to tell her that someday. The space between them was filled with raw, electric energy.

"You're exquisite, Deanna," Nash whispered, his breath warm against her ear as his hands slid around her waist, pulling her against his muscular body. Deanna's breath quickened as he pressed his hard length against her, a tangible reminder of his desire.

Nash's lips trailed down her neck with hot kisses and gentle bites. His hands roamed over her curves, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. Deanna arched into his touch, her body responding to his skilled caresses. He feasted on exposed breasts, his mouth suckling and his tongue flicking against her sensitive peaks, before giving them the edge of his teeth and making her hiss, her head thrown back in pleasure.

He chuckled, a deep, primal sound that seemed to provoke a response from Deanna's body. Nash guided Deanna towards the bed, his movements purposeful. He gently pushed her down onto the soft mattress, her body yielding to his command. Deanna's eyes widened as she realized his intent, her breath coming in short gasps. Nash leaned over to the bedside table and removed a silk scarf. With deft movements, he bound her wrists to the headboard, securing her in place.

Deanna wriggled under his penetrating gaze. What seemed to be a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursed through her. She shivered, and her nipples tightened even more. As she lay bound and vulnerable, Nash's hands began their exploration, caressing her body with a firm yet gentle touch before pinching or tugging. Each increase in pressure caused her to gasp with pleasure. He traced patterns on her skin, his fingers lingering on her sensitive spots, making her squirm and moan with desire.

Nash's mouth followed the path of his hands, leaving a trail of kisses and bites along her collarbone, down to the valley between her breasts. His tongue teased her nipples, drawing them to taut peaks, and his teeth gently grazed her skin, sending shivers of delight through her body. Deanna's hips arched off the bed, seeking more contact, her body begging for release.

"Please, Nash," she pleaded, her voice thick with desire. "I need… more."

Nash smiled against her skin, his breath hot and needy. "I know exactly what you need, my beautiful submissive," he said, his voice filled with authority. "And I'm going to see that you get it."

His hands traveled down her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, and finally, he cupped her mound, giving it a gentle squeeze and feeling the heat and wetness of her arousal. Deanna's breath caught as his fingers pressed against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her core.

"You're so ripe and ready," Nash murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I mean to see that you stay that way most of the time."

With that he spread her legs, exposing her glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. The color in Deanna’s cheeks rose in a lovely blush as her body was put on display for his pleasure. Nash's fingers delved into her wetness, his touch firm and purposeful. He stroked her, his fingers sliding in and out, his thumb circling her clit, driving her wild with need.

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