Page 87 of Fierce

Breaking The Rules

Hemi had to leave me the next morning for his meeting, but luckily, not too early. I packed again, because he’d told me he was taking me somewhere else tonight. And then I took a walk through San Francisco.

It was barely chilly by New York standards, even though it was November. A fresh breeze made me glad of my coat and scarf, but the sky was blue, the scudding clouds white, and my spirits rose along with the wind. I walked down the hill, under the Lion Gate on Grant Street, and into Chinatown, where I bought Karen a short cotton robe with a huge embroidered Chinese character on the back that the shopkeeper told me meant “double happiness,” and bought myself two bars of sandalwood soap while I was at it. It might not be up to Hemi’s standard as far as dollars spent per item, but it made me happy.

I ate dumplings from a tiny storefront, looked at barbecued ducks hanging by their necks and sidewalk displays of unidentifiable produce, watched elderly Chinese women haggling in Cantonese over them with equally insistent merchants, and then kept walking. Onto Telegraph Hill, up sidewalks so steep that they had ridges cut into them for steps, until I stood beneath Coit Tower, looked out over the city and the bay, gray today under a cloudy November sky, and felt...happy. Doubly happy.

I’d always wanted to go somewhere, to see something, and had known it was impossible. Now, in the space of a month, I’d been to both Paris and San Francisco. Maybe, just maybe, some dreams came true after all. Because Hemi had given me this, and I thought he guessed what it meant to me.

If only I could have given it to Karen, too. Hemi had been pretty...pretty adorable at the museum with Karen the weekend before, discussing physics and biology with her, smiling when she got snarky. He was always sweet to Karen, in fact, but of course, that didn’t mean anything other than that he had a soft side, and I already knew that.

The thought of Karen distracted me for a minute. She’d insisted that she was “fine” when I’d called a while earlier, but she hadn’t sounded quite fine. The dance, or another headache?

I’d find out more tomorrow, I decided. For now, I was in San Francisco, so I walked back down the hill, strolled down Columbus Avenue, heard a ding, and laughed out loud at a text from Hemi.

You do that to me & then you’re late? We play by my rules.

I texted back,

You think? Sometimes even a big shot has to wait for it. Five minutes.

And smiled again at how I was pushing his buttons. At being able to turn the tables on him a little, and how much I was enjoying it. Especially today.

I’d awoken this morning to find him still asleep. Lying on his back, the white sheet pushed all the way down to his waist, one muscular arm flung over his head. I loved to look at him, at the powerful sculpture that was his body, the fierce, proud lines of his warrior’s face. And now, for once, I could look my fill, because he was helpless. And that was quite a change.

The shower hadn’t been the end of it the night before. He’d seemed to have some point to make, and he’d taken his sweet time making it. He’d had me moaning, begging him to finish, to put me out of the delicious misery he’d kept me in for what had felt like hours, until every nerve in my body had been stimulated to its aching maximum, until I’d been shaking with need, panting with frustrated desire.

But that had been last night, and this was a whole new day, the first morning of the rest of my life, and I was a strong woman who needed to see just how far she could push a strong man. So I got out of bed, stole around to his side of it, and picked up the silk ties he’d used the night before.

I paused all the same when I’d laid the tie gently over his outflung wrist. Could I really do this? Could I take the consequences?

Yes. I could. I could take anything he gave me. He’d never do anything to me I didn’t want, and I knew it. So I did it. I tied Hemi Te Mana to his own bed and had my wicked way with him, and I could have sworn he loved it. He certainly hadn’t complained, not after the first couple minutes.

When he’d finally gotten out of bed to get ready for his meeting with the Bombshells, I’d rolled over, laid on my stomach with my ankles crossed in the air and my chin propped on my hands, and said, “You know that was just to make sure you’re still thinking about me, right?”

He’d scowled down at me. “You’re pretty saucy for a girl who’s just asked to get schooled.”

“Hmph.” I’d waggled my toes. “Promises, promises.”

That had earned me a slap on the bottom that made me jump. “Call it a down payment,” he’d said, then walked into the bathroom, turned and grinned at me, and shut the door, and I’d laughed out loud.

So, yes. Double happiness indeed. His hard side, and his soft side. I was very much afraid that I was beginning to love them both.

I was going to have to take a much harder line with Hope.

I set down my phone on the white tablecloth and wiped the smile off my face. She thought she could do whatever she wanted with me and get away with it, and that wasn’t going to work.

The problem was, she was just too hard to resist. She’d looked so mischievous, so pleased with herself this morning, and I hadn’t had the heart to tell her no. That was why I’d allowed it, after that first stunned moment when I’d awoken to find her tying my right wrist to the bed, and had discovered that she’d already tied the left.

To tell the truth, after I’d got over my initial discomfort, it had felt pretty bloody good. She wasn’t an expert yet, but she was definitely showing promise. And then there was that payback I knew she was waiting for, which would be all the sweeter now. That would be happening tonight, and that wasn’t a bad thought at all.

So I’d indulge her a bit more. No harm in that. This was her introduction to sex, after all. And if my brain shied away from the thought of her going on to somebody else...well, I’d never been much chop at sharing. Time enough to think about that later, when we were ready to move on.

I was standing up, then, because I’d seen her at the entrance. Having a word with the hostess, then catching sight of me, her smile blooming, her face seeming, as always, lit from within. And something happening in my chest that I didn’t want to examine too closely.

She reached the table, pulled my head down, and gave me a quick, soft kiss on the mouth. “Hi.” She smiled into my eyes. “Did you miss me? Because I missed you. Never mind. Don’t answer. I don’t want to know.”

She sat, and I sat with her and tried to keep up. “Pardon?”

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