Page 46 of Only for the Moment
Chapter Eighteen
Lemongrass and citrus surrounded her, a scent she associated with relaxation, with pleasure, but the sight of the massage bed counteracted any benefits the scent might give. Instead she stood stiffly to one side, waiting.
Isaac gave her a quirk of a smile. “You’re not going to your execution, you know.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can’t help it. For so long this has been…”She met his gaze, trying to convey exactly how off-kilter she felt. “You have some kind of magic, don’t you? To get me to even consider giving up complete control.”
He shook his head, his smile going soft. “Not magic, love. That’s just us.” He held out a hand. “Come with me, let me help you relax. There’s no rush, not here.”
She’d never had a guy offer aftercare before she actually took careof him first. But she needed it, desperately—and somehow he knew.
No, not somehow. Watching him at the club had told her he was careful and observant in Dom mode. He’d been sweet when she needed it and rough when she didn’t. Did she really think he’d be any different now?
She hesitated a moment longer. “I can say no anytime I need to, right?”
Isaac nodded. “Do you have a safe word you wantto use?”
It had to be something more thanstoporwaitorno, she knew that. But what could it… “Turtle.”
That settled, she took his hand and let him lead her across the room. While she undressed, he started filling the whirlpool tub. Minutes later the heated oasis was calming her shivering nerves.
Isaac undressed and followed her in. “Will you let me hold you?”
Kennedy nodded.
“Tell me,love. I need to hear the permission from your lips.”
“Really?” She grinned. “Will you always be asking my permission?”
Isaac tweaked the nipple closest to his hand. “Sassy.”
He guided her into the water, settling her between his legs, her back to his chest. A moan escaped her when he cupped the breast he’d tweaked, his thumb caressing the throbbing tip. “No, I won’t always ask once we learneach other’s limits. But tonight it’s what you need.”
She arched her back, pushing her breast tighter into his hand. “Will that take away from the experience for you?”
“Nothing can take away from me having you in my control, Kennedy. Nothing.”
He held her in the heated water, his hands roaming over her body, arousing her, teasing her, erasing any fear that might have lingered in the recessesof her mind. When she stood to step out of the tub, there was no panic, no doubt, just the knowledge that she wanted to try this, and the assurance that, if she used her safe word, Isaac would heed it.
She reached for a towel, but he was there first, grabbing the terry cloth, then using it to dry her skin. She turned to the massage table while he dried himself, the same table she’d been on somany times. Now it loomed large in the room, and her heartbeat sped up as he laid her on it, faceup, and draped a warm sheet over her before turning to do some things she couldn’t see.
The soft sound of rain began to flow from the hidden speakers in the corners of the room. Moments later, Isaac was above her again. “Ready?”
Deep breath.She nodded, then remembered. “Yes.”
Isaac drew the sheetback. The way his gaze went straight to her breasts made them ache, but he didn’t touch more than her arm. “Up.”
When she sat facing him, he picked up a length of black satin ribbon from the table nearby.
“What, no ropes?” she teased, the need to keep the mood light a knot in her throat.
Isaac acknowledged the question with a curve of his lips. “Normally, yes. But I want to lay you down withmy knots holding you captive and fuck you until neither one of us can breathe, and I don’t want anything to hinder that.” Holding one end, he trailed the fabric down her breast to the straining nipple stretching to greet him. “This will be softer, better. Still ready?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”
The last word surprised them both. Isaac planted both hands at her hips and leaned forward,his mouth just touching hers. “Say it again.”
She had to close her eyes against the intensity of his, the demand written over every inch of his body. Another deep breath. She didn’t want to play games with this, didn’t want to give Isaac something she didn’t truly mean. Was she truly, absolutely ready to hand control over to him?
