Page 9 of His to Keep
She licks her lips again and nods. Fuck. This woman is going to kill me.
“Your safe word is red,” I say, voice pure gravel. “You say red at any time, I stop. No matter what.”
Her expression clouds. “But…haven’t we already…” she shakes her head. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Hey.” I wait until she’s looking at me. “Trust, remember? Tell me what you were going to say.”
“I guess I don’t understand why we need a safe word. Didn’t we just go over what I like?” Fear sparks in her eyes, and I wonder if she’s thinking I now plan to disregard the limits we discussed.
It’s an effort to keep my voice even. I’ve gone from wanting to rip her dom’s head off to imagining much more creative ways to make him suffer.
“We have a safe word because consent is ongoing. You can say no at any time, no matter what we’re doing. Even if it’s something you previously agreed to. You canalwayssay no, Rebecca.”
Her shoulders straighten, just the slightest bit, but I notice, and it means everything to me. She looks confident, sure of herself, and it’s so sexy I almost can’t handle it.
“My safe word is red,” she confirms.
I can’t keep from grinning at her. “Very good, sweet girl. If you need me to slow down a little, you say yellow. Green means everything is good.”
She nods her understanding. Now that we’re on the same page, I’m suddenly incredibly eager to get started. I allow my demeanor to change, allow the barely constrained dominant within me to rise up. “Stand,” I order. “Drop the blanket.”
Something seems to change in her, as well. Her shoulders remain back and straight, but her head tilts down, the slightest sign of her submissive nature coming out. God, we’re going to be so good together. I can tell.
“Why are you still sitting?” I bark, and she jumps up, allowing the blanket to fall back to the chair. Shit. It’s a good thing I’d covered her up because there’s no way we would have had anything like a coherent conversation with her looking like this. She’sbreathtaking. The planes of her body, the swells and dips, make me insane. I want nothing more than to grab those wide hips, to feel her luscious tits pressed against my chest. I want to bury myself in her sweet, soft little body. But first…God, there’s so much I want to do first.
Remembering what she said about liking the exhibition aspect, I grin. “Step to the middle of the room. Let me look at what I won tonight.”
Her cheeks remain pink, but she moves eagerly to the center of the room, her shoulders rising and falling rapidly as she practically pants. She likes this, all right.
I leave her standing there in her panties and heels, on display for me, while I remove my suit jacket, eyes never leaving the lush body only feet away. Wanting to draw this out, I slowly roll up my shirt sleeves, then remove my tie. “Turn around.”
She looks a little shaky, but she does as she’s told. I’m once again assaulted by the image of all that perfect, pale flesh. Her ass is amazing, plump and round. I need more. “Panties off.”
She removes them exactly the way I would have wanted her to if I was scripting this, sliding them down past her hips, then bending at the waist to continue their journey to her feet. Seeing her there, bent over for me, her ass on display, the slightest hint of a perfect pussy peeking at me between her thighs—I’m going to lose my mind.
I’m across the room in two long strides, my palm at the small of her back, pressing her forward even farther. “Hands behind your back,” I manage to say, even though my voice sounds a little shaky. “Now.”
She has to spread her legs more to keep her balance but she does as I say. I’m momentarily distracted by the sight of her panties twisted around her heels. There’s a very obvious wet spot in the center of the silky fabric and a growl rises in my throat. I’m a little rough when I grab her wrists, but she doesn’t seem to mind. And I’m going to get a hell of a lot more rough very soon.
“You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I pant out as I gather her wrists in my hands. I lean down, my body curving over hers, so I can whisper in her ear. “I’m going to tie your hands behind your back now, and then I’m going to do whatever I want to you.”
“Yes,” she whispers, her breathing erratic. “Please, sir.”
Fuck. My hands shake as I bring my silk tie around her wrists and begin to bind them together. The tie cost five hundred dollars and I can think of no better use for it than adorning her pretty, delicate wrists.
Once I’m sure she can’t move her hands, I step back, taking in my handiwork. “Even more gorgeous now,” I murmur, running a fingertip from the base of her neck down her spine to where her hands are bound. A shiver runs through her at my touch, and I chuckle. “This is going to be fun.”
I kneel behind her, hands moving to cup her ass. The skin is as smooth and soft as it looks, and I have to swallow against the rise of emotion in my chest. She’s perfect. “Lift this leg for me.”
She does as I ask, slightly unsteady in her heels, but I keep a hand on her hip to help her balance. Once I’ve slipped her panties over her foot, she lifts the other and I pull them free, automatically putting them in my pocket. She will not be getting those back. Since I’m down here, I take the opportunity to look at her legs, running a hand up and down her toned calf. She looks fucking good in these heels.
It physically hurts to step away from her, but I want to see her walking towards me with her hands behind her back, so I step around her figure and claim the chair she’d been sitting in, tossing the blanket away. I don’t want anything on this chair except me and her.
“Come here,” I order, and she takes a shaky step forward, looking every bit as good as I imagined. “You should live like this,” I murmur. “Naked with those heels on, your hands tied behind your back.”
She shoots me a cheeky grin. “Might be kind of hard to, you know, eat and stuff like this. Or ever leave the house.” At my raised eyebrow she tacks on a hasty, “sir.”
“If I had my way, you’d never leave the house. You’d be tied to my bed until I’m ready to use you again.” She’s close enough now that I can reach forward and touch her, so I grab her by the hip, pulling her towards me. “And you wouldn’t need to worry about eating. You’re a goddess who deserves to be fed by my hand.”
