Page 97 of Crave Me

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chloe

My mind still reeling, I hesitated before I did what Simon suggested. I tilted my head back and looked him directly in the eye. “Would you have really given me to Bennett?”

His thumb swiped my cheek. When I entered his house, and was greeted by two men sitting so still, silently inspecting me as I moved, I’d feared the worst. I assumed it meant my time with Simon truly had come to an end.

“I told you, Chloe. You have the ultimate power. If you would have chosen Bennett, I would have had to respect it, even though it would have killed me.” A small smile lifted his lips and he leaned down, brushing his lips over my cheek. “I also would have fought for you, and since Bennett is a good friend, I’m very, very pleased you answered the way you did.”

Was this really happening? Simon choosing to be with me? I almost couldn’t imagine the possibility that my dreams were coming true right in front of me.

“One more question, sir?” At his nod, I continued. “Were you serious about us? Throwing away the contract and continuing?”

“That’s two questions. I’ll answer the first. And the answer is yes, I am very serious about us. Now go to my room and do what you’ve been told to do before I add punishment to our list of activities for the evening.”

Punishments were delightful. I’d learned that earlier in the week. Pleasing him was a billion times better.

More questions burned my tongue. He’d thrown me into a tailspin as soon as I received his earlier text about how to behave when I arrived at his home and I still hadn’t recovered. I also trusted Simon. Because of that trust, knowing he’d explain further when he wanted to, I nodded once and walked toward his room. At the mouth of the hallway, I glanced over my shoulder and caught his gaze riveted to my ass before he brought his eyes to mine.

Unable to resist teasing him, to let him know how happy I was, I peeled off the scarf in what I hoped was slightly seductive and dropped it at my feet. “Perhaps for later, sir?” I winked and hurried down the hall, his quiet laughter following me.

I kicked off my heeled boots and tossed them to one side of his room, too excited to care about piling them nicely. Then I ripped off my dress and removed my underwear and bra, throwing all of it on top of my boots.

I sank to my knees just as I heard him coming down the hall. I hadn’t even had time to get into the correct kind of headspace I usually enjoyed in this position when he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

“Cheeky sub,” he said and stepped in front of me. “Would you like to be tied tonight?”

“If it pleases you to do so.”

“God,” he said, drawing out the word. “Could you be any more perfect for me?”

I hoped like hell the answer was no.

“On your feet, Little One.”

I stood and he took my hands. Before I could blink, he was wrapping my soft, pink scarf around my wrists until they were firmly tied together. “Go lie down on the bed. Knees spread and arms above your head.”

Good grief. The man had barely touched me and I was already wet. I didn’t just want this. I didn’t just want Simon. I needed Simon to be the one yielding the power. The man in the living room, Bennett, had been attractive. Inky black hair, rich brown eyes that had been narrowed on me. A body that even though he was sitting seemed defined and rigid and utter perfection. The way he inspected my body, tracked me as I walked through the room. He held power and control, it was undeniable. He would probably be a very powerful Dom. Yet despite his attractiveness, it only took me a second to know I wouldn’t want him. He was the opposite of Simon in looks, but even if he wasn’t, there was only one man I’d ever loved. Only one man I ever desired.

Climbing onto the bed was difficult with my hands knotted in front of me, but I did my best to make it look as graceful as possible. The scarf was thick and covered most of my forearms. I pulled my hands apart, testing the bonds, and could barely move them.

When I was in the position he’d asked, I searched for Simon. He stood at the foot of the bed, between my spread legs, naked and stroking his already hard shaft in slow, but firm strokes.

Darn it. He’d gotten naked before I could watch.

“Wow,” I said, my voice a mere breath. “You are so sexy when you’re naked.”

“You’re sexy all the time, especially when you’re bound for me.”

I wiggled a bit, teasing him. “Anything else you’d like to do to me then, sir?”

His gaze drifted over my body and I had to fight to stay open for him, to keep myself revealed for him. He took his time and each passing moment turned me on. A month ago, I was embarrassed and worried when I’d first presented myself for him. Now, there were no nerves. Only the delicious promise of what he’d deliver.

“You are sensational,” he murmured, and pressed a knee to the bed. Lifting a hand, he pressed it to my throat without applying pressure. He rested his palm over the curve of my throat before he pulled it down my body, over the curve of my breast, tweaking my already hardened nipples. He ran his hand over every inch of me until I was struggling to stay still. “Do you know how beautiful you are, Chloe? How sweet you are? Do you know how much I love watching you flush and how often, when you’re not around, I think of you? Not only in my bed or playroom, but how often I think of your smile and the way you tease me? Or the way I think of how good you smell? How many times I’ve imagined you sitting next to me, on my couch, glass of wine in one hand while we talk about our days? Or kneeling at my feet, collared and leashed, waiting to follow any command I give?”

I blinked rapidly. Holy crap. “Sir?”

His hands dropped to my hip and he hovered over me, taking care not to put his full weight on me. He gathered my thighs and draped them over his, kneeling in front of me. My fingers curled in my bindings. I wanted to touch him, run my fingers through his hair and down his chest.

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