Page 14 of At Her Will

“I usually walk. It about a half mile down the road, but there’s parking, if you want to drive it.”

She dipped her head toward her car. “Hop in. Unless you’d like to meet me there.”

His eyes holding hers, he opened her door. “I don’t want to make you wait for me.”

Rev’s destination was a turnout area with a short walk to a scenic marsh overlook, a good rest stop for a vacationer using the rural highways route to get to Texas. In addition to three parking spaces, there was a picnic table, a trash can and a marker that said some historic person had once camped overnight there.

The boardwalk to the scenic overlook posed no challenge to her heels, but Rev provided his arm as they walked together. They had the place to themselves, so when they reached the rectangular deck with its bench seating, she turned toward him, tall and looking down at her. Waiting. Not passively, though. She didn’t think Rev did anything passively. “Did your parents like astronomy?”

He blinked. “I didn’t know my daddy. But my momma liked reading to me from a book about stars and planets, and one of the few things she told me about him was that he liked the sky and everything in it. I still have the book. Why you ask?”

“Your name, Karman Leone. Leone is a version of Lion. Lion sounds like Line. The Karman Line is the line between earth's atmosphere and space. The known, the unknown. Home and other.”

“I didn’t know that. Thank you.” That, and a flash of wonder in his eyes, told her he welcomed a glimpse of something he didn’t know about his mother. “She died when I was three.”

“So you remember her.”

“Yes.”

A simple answer to emotions that weren’t simple at all.

She sat down on a bench, her knees together, her feet aligned, back straight and hands resting on either side of her, because she wasn’t inviting him to sit with her. “Kneel in front of me, Rev.”

His hands curled at his sides. Energy wrapped around his whole body, holding it rigid for a beat. She half closed her eyes, lifting her chin to feel it touch her, the heat of that anticipation.

He dropped to a knee.

Firsts could be indescribable, but everybody knew that, so “first” usually covered it. First kiss, first love. First time to experience this, with this man. Each move he made under her command would build the feeling between them, as well as guideher own reactions. When he obeyed her, it introduced him to her every erogenous zone, as well as knocked on the door to her heart.

“Take a moment to look at me however you wish,” she said. “But do not touch me.”

He started with her face. He studied her brow, his attention vibrating through her third eye and crown chakra. With a stomach-hollowing breath, she pulled more energy through her core to expand that feeling, widen her sensitivity to him, feel what was going on with him.

She looked, too. At his mouth, the curve and shape of his lips, their dimensions and capabilities. She thought of how sensitive and responsive her skin would be to their touch. As his gaze slid to her throat, she lifted her hands to the purple blouse she’d worn beneath the lavender skirt and jacket. She slipped the button at the V, then the one below that. It revealed the black lace of her bra, the satin cups that covered the nipples. Though she kept her breath controlled, the slow in and out to match the heavy thud of her heart made the ample C-sized curves quiver.

His own breath drew in at the sight. “Look, but do not touch,” she said. A reminder.

He honored the gift with avid appreciation, but the gaze that moved back to her face showed he was in command of himself, while acknowledging her command over him.

“You told me once. You never have to repeat yourself, Mistr—Veracity.”

He’d naturally wanted to call her Mistress, but she’d said only a select number of people had permission to call her that. He’d remembered.

“You may call me Mistress,” she said.

His eyes lowered again. Moved over her breasts, the folds of her blouse framing them. He moistened his lips.

“What would you do, if I said you could do anything?” she asked. Her body was tight, ready. Wanting him.

“I’d put my mouth and hands there. I’d peel back the lace and suckle you, feel you quiver under my touch. Taste your perfume, your skin. You. Hold your waist in my hands, press my fingers into your hips.”

That energy coursing through her widened and intensified. “Keep looking.”

His attention slid to the skirt smoothed over her thighs.

“Do you like to use your mouth between a woman’s legs, Rev?”

“Yes ma’am.” His voice was husky. “I like that taste, too. I like having my mouth there when she find her joy.”

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