part of my brain. I think differently with a pencil in my hand than I do in front of a computer screen.”
He kissed the callus and drew her close. The spicy scent of her perfume filled his senses and he inhaled deeply. “If I do this right, tonight you won’t be thinking at all.”
“If you do this right, I won’t
“No topping from the bottom,” he warned. He had experience with women who acted one way on this side of the bedroom door—and completely differently on the other. He tipped Carla’s face up to his, searching her eyes for any sign of a Domme.
She shook her head, her gaze steady. “Once inside, I’m yours.”
A slow smile of satisfaction spread over his face. Hoping this woman who stuck to her guns when she felt she was right could also set aside her independence when it came to sex, he turned to slide the card into the lock. A thought occurred to him and he hesitated.
“I believe in honesty between a Dom and a sub,” he told her. “Trust builds on honesty and we need trust in order to continue.”
Carla looked puzzled. “Is there something you forgot to tell me? Like you have a wife or something?”
Josef smiled. “Not quite so drastic. It’s just that, well, I’d rather hoped you and I might spend the evening together, so I…” He glanced at the still-closed door.
“You prepared the room.”
He shrugged, feeling a little sheepish. “I did.”
She reached up and bussed him full on the lips. “I was rather hoping you might have,” she confessed.
“You’re not angry?”
“I probably should be, that you thought me so easy a pushover, but in truth, I’d rather think that you liked me enough to want to spend time with me.” Her voice dropped to a low murmur. “Time spent in there.” With a nod of her head, she indicated the room beyond the closed door.
“Then wait here.”
Carla nodded and stepped back as he slid his keycard into the lock. Briefly she had a very dirty thought about that action, but he slipped inside the room and shut the door behind him before she could give it voice. Which was probably a good thing. Her sense of humor had gotten her into trouble with Doms in the past. Sometimes it was hard to remain submissive when an opportunity arose for a particularly good zinger. And she was a sucker for a good punch line.
The hallway remained empty, for which she was grateful. She needed this. She wasn’t into one-night stands, and it had been a while since she’d last played. Then she chuckled to herself. What was
And herself? She’d be back at her computer, rejuvenated and ready to write some very sexy stories, if all went well. Tonight was a win-win if Dr. Josef Anderson could perform as well as she thought he could.
The door opened—and Carla stifled a gasp.
He’d taken off his shoes and stood barefoot on the hotel’s plush carpet. His long blond hair hung loose, framing his Nordic face, a face now filled with power and desire. Where before that power had expressed itself in arrogance, it now took the form of authority and pure male sexuality.
His shirt hung open, revealing a smooth chest and tight muscles, muscles that had turned her knees weak this morning when she first ran into him and he’d caught her so easily. He’d set her on her feet as if she weighed nothing. He could so easily crush her and yet he’d held her as delicately as a rose.
Carla locked her knees lest she melt right there in the hallway.
Behind him, the room glowed with the light of over a dozen candles. Josef held out his hand in invitation. Without hesitation, she took it.
A surge of triumph coursed through him and Josef smiled, stepped back and led her past the short hallway. He turned her around to face away him, taking a moment to shrug his shirt off. Stepping closer, he let the shirt fall at her feet, so she would know he was now naked from the waist up. But when she tried to turn to see, he encircled her waist with his hands, pulling her against him a little more roughly than he’d intended.
She didn’t protest and without giving her time to recover, he slid his hands around and up her chest. Her intake of breath stirred his cock and he reveled in the feel of her. He let his hands roam, pushing down her skirt, pulling up her blouse, cupping her breasts in her bra then pressing those delightful orbs flat against her ribs. She was his to explore, his to fondle, to tease, to take.
Carla’s hands came up, resting over his as she leaned back, her head resting on his chest. She made a move as if to turn toward him but he didn’t allow it, keeping her pressed to his front so she could feel his rising cock against the small of her back. The easy submission she offered fed his control and his balls tightened.
Josef wanted her naked. Now. Still not giving her time to process his swift actions, he grabbed her blouse and pulled it off over her head, glorying in the way her shoulder-length tresses fell against soft, white shoulders. Unable to resist the feel of such silkiness, Josef tangled his fist in Carla’s hair, gentling his touch slightly to pull her head back even as his other hand encircled her exposed throat.
“You are my plaything.” His fingers pressed ever so lightly against her stretched skin. In answer, she raised her chin higher, giving her vulnerability to him as a gift. His cock grew hard.
This was a woman worth dominating.
He turned her around, still holding her tightly, not losing his grip on her hair. Her eyes were already losing focus. The small whimper from the back of her throat urged him on. He needed to taste that whimper, feel the softness of the lips that suppressed it.
Bringing his face to hers, he kissed her. Hard. She didn’t give way at first and so he forced his tongue inside. A second later he rejoiced that she not only opened for him, but pressed back, giving herself and pushing him on.
He loved the taste of her, of her lips, of her tongue. Pulling her lip between his teeth, he nipped until she gasped. Her breasts pressed against him, her nipples stiff points. But the bra was in the way. Josef reached behind her, unclasped the bra and slid the straps off her arms. Two beautiful, round breasts, nipples hard with desire, rested against his chest.
His left hand still fisted in her hair, he pulled her head back again, palming a naked breast with his free hand. Josef bent her backward and her arms went around his neck even as she arched her back in offering.
He dove for the nipple, sucking it, pulling it with his teeth as her fingers twisted in his hair. How long had it been since he’d had such a willing woman? One who so freely gave herself into his hands? He needed to get his pants off soon or his cock would burst right through the fabric. Carla’s hands moved over his body, urging him forward. Did she have any idea how close he was to losing control and taking her right there?
Whirling around, he backed her to the bed, laying her down, keeping his body pressed to hers, engulfing her with his strength and size. For her sake, as well as his, he needed to get her tied down.
A rope that ran under the mattress connected the cuffs he’d bought earlier. Once those cuffs were secured around her wrists, she’d be unable to bring her arms together.
Plundering her mouth again, he slid her arms up and apart. But to fasten them into the cuffs, he had to stand and he didn’t want to. He wanted to touch this woman, explore every centimeter of her body, discover every sound she could make. Lifting himself, he forced a deep breath, exerting control over his own animal instincts. He would know her, in every sense of the word. But he had time. He would savor every discovery like a connoisseur lingering over a fine merlot.
Josef knew the sudden loss of his body would throw her mind off balance again, and so he abruptly stood and stepped to the head of the bed.
Carla’s mind reeled. The onslaught had been fast and overwhelming. She resisted her first instinct to fight him off, bracing herself instead and letting him in. He had accepted that submission with a passion that left her breathless and unable to focus as her body responded with passionate lust. She ached to have him inside her, her nipples tingling with his touch, her clit swelling with need, her pussy damp and ready. Damn but he was good. Her body was remembering what it was like to be awakened after too long a time spent dormant, too long a time spent wrapped in fictional lives.
But he’d left her. Trying to orient herself, she felt soft leather encircle her wrist and she twisted to look up along the bed. Something glittered in his hand. He flashed it so she could see a small gold lock. Another moment and the snick of it closing told her she was caught. A quick tug confirmed it and her pussy flooded even as she
