Page 109 of A Secret and a Lie
Facing me, her expression turns dark and stony, like the wall of an impending storm. Fuck, I hadn’t wanted her to think I was condemning her; I was merely wondering. I know she loves the sanctuary of safety she’s created, but she could abandon things now. She could walk away from sex work, if that’s what she craved. I simply want to know what wheels turn in that pretty mind of hers.
“Are you going to ask me to give it up?”
I shake my head earnestly. “Not if it’s something you want to do.”
Her features soften, but an umbrageous glimmer of her strength remains as I press on.
“But I will ask something else of you.”
She simply arches an expertly groomed eyebrow, sitting up fully now.
“I’m the only one to fuck you, the sole person you kneel for,your nakedness reserved strictly for my eyes. I want a piece of you that’s only mine.”
After she curled up in my arms next to me in bed two nights ago, I think the two of us have turned a corner, or at least I’m clinging tightly to that hope with both hands. I’d never ask her to give up her career, but I’m selfish. If I’m right about her granting me permission to fuck her, I want assurance that I have a part of her that’s solely for me, for us.
Her hardened gaze melts to murky pools as she peers up at me through black lashes. “Alright.”
Shock and desire roll through me as the realization that the one thing I’ve wanted for fourteen years is finally in my grasp. My chest constricts, and I long to permanently fuse our lips together at her admission, but she beats me to it.
She leans forward as dainty fingers slide around the back of my neck, tugging gently on the short strands of hair as she drags my head to hers until our foreheads are pressed together. Five fingers splay across the dip in her waist, clutching her tightly.
“Ford,” she breathes against my lips. “Can you distract me? From Henry, from York, from figuring out what to do next? I trust you and I need to…escape.”
Her words feel like stepping into the sunshine after spending months in the dark. She’s not simply requesting a distraction, she’s asking me to remind her that she’s safe with me. She needs me to prove that I’m notaDom, I’mherDom, a man who cares for and protects her while giving her what her body craves.
I smirk, my cock hardening in my pants as a plan takes shape in my mind, one that’s going to give her far more than an escape.
I intend to claim her.
Genevieve
“Move to the foot of the bed,” Ford orders, his voice dropping an octave that carries a note of authority. He rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, opening the top dresser drawer and removing some items, and my eyebrows crimp.
I find myself oddly nervous for some reason. Maybe because I’ve been thinking about being with this man far longer than I care to admit, dreamt about it for years. Thrust my hand between my legs to thoughts of my mystery man taking me the way I desired for nearly a decade after I stopped messaging him. He’s always been my favorite fantasy, and now, it’s become my reality.
“You don’t want me at the cross?” I ask, glancing at the ropes he has in his hand. Climbing to my feet, I stride closer.
His blue eyes sparkle as his lips spread into a smirk, revealing his damnable dimple. “What is it you said to me when we first met in here?” he ponders aloud, stalking toward me until we’re inches apart. A deep intake of breath from each of us could press our bodies together. “I believe you told me I wastopping from the bottom, isn’t that right? What would you call this behavior?”
He brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear, making white-hot desire glissade through my body in a landslide until I’m warm and tingly all over. “Now, are you going to submit freely for me?”
I don’t want to make Ford fight for my submission, not when he’s already earned my trust. It’s why I gave him pieces of my soul the other night. He’s proved that even the darkest parts of myself are safe with him, and I have no doubt that my body is, too.
Taking a deep breath, I resolve to relinquish that final tether of control I’m gripping. When I exhale, it feels as though I’m breathing easily for the first time in fourteen years, my chest loose and the tension in my shoulders slackening.It’s glorious.
He’s a more than capable Dom. He won’t give me what I want; he’ll give me what Ineed.
Instead of answering him verbally, I move to the foot of the bed, reluctantly abandoning the body heat radiating from him. A contented hum vibrates in his chest as he approaches me once more. “Turn around.”
I do as I’m told, coming face-to-face with my own reflection in the mirror above the headboard. Ford takes my hand in his, binding my wrist with a length of rope before securing it to the bedpost.
Once he’s ensnared my other wrist, he kicks my legs apart until I’m spread eagle. My joints groan. It’s not painful, but I’m certain the discomfort will blossom. I shift, seeking a more pleasant position, and Ford threatens, “If you move your legs again, I’ll get the spreader bar.”
I freeze, even after I observe him give me his back in the mirror. My body blocks most of what’s happening behind me, though, so I close my eyes. It’s only a moment or two before leather kisses my inner thigh and they fly back open. I glance down to see the paddle sailing higher, as if my pussy is the ultimate destination.
“Don’t even think about taking your eyes off me again,” Ford commands, low and gravelly. The paddle detours, coasting over my ass. “I want you to watch yourself become mine. I want us both to relive it every time we close our eyes.”
Well, that explains why he didn’t opt for the cross.
