“Sir,” Elena said. She had always liked that. It was respectful and yet still playful.
“Then from now until we are finished tonight, you call me sir.” The hand on her waist held her still. His long, strong fingers held her as he stepped closer to her from behind. The heat of his bare chest warmed her back through the T-shirt she wore, making her feel naked.
“Now, watch the ocean and tell me how you feel.” That was her only warning before he pressed his lips to her ear in a light, sensual kiss.
“G—green,” she whispered. His mouth moved lower to the sensitive spot just behind her ear. She jolted as a bolt of arousal ripped through her. That spot had always been her biggest weakness.
“Kiska?” he growled before nipping that spot and flicking his tongue against it. Waves of sensual hunger surged through her, unstoppable, making her desperate for more.
“Green, green, green . . . ,” she panted so fast it sounded like a wild chant.
Dimitri chuckled. His hand on her waist moved so that he now held her bound hands by encircling her wrists with his fingers.
“You are under my power now, kiska. I hold you in my hands.” The words should have terrified her, but they didn’t.
He waited for her response, and she whispered, “Green.” Only then did he continue. He pressed her more firmly against the window, his body covering hers from behind, caging her. She felt his arousal dig into the cleft of her ass. They both wore clothes there, her shorts and his briefs, but it didn’t matter—she swore she could feel every inch of that most masculine part of him. Would he go too far and take her? The thought scared her, but not as much as she expected it to.
“Do you like knowing that you belong to me? That you are safe in my arms?”
“Yes, sir.” She did feel safe, and it made no logical sense. After the hell she had endured, she should be too afraid to want this again. But didn’t she deserve to have her life back? Didn’t that include her physical desires as well? She shouldn’t let Vadym destroy what she’d loved about sex, about the domination without pain, the gentle guidance a good and caring Dom could give her, so she didn’t overthink sex the way she was doing right now . . .
He kissed her neck again. “You are thinking too hard. There are only two of us in this room, do you understand?”
She bit her lip and nodded. That’s what she needed. He could help her focus on what she wanted . . . just this, just the two of them. He rewarded her by turning her away enough from the window to claim her lips with his. His mouth worked magic, that slow, playful, teasing kiss sending all other thoughts far away. There was only this man, this room, this kiss. But she needed more, she needed to feel what she hadn’t felt in more than two months.
She wriggled, tugging on her wrists, and he tightened his grip, silently reminding her who was in charge of her body. “Please, sir, I need . . .”
“Yes, kiska, what do you need?”
“I need to come, please . . .” It was so easy, so natural to ask him, and if she had been thinking more clearly, she would have been wondering why that was, but she was too lost in her desires at the moment.
“Please what?” He bit gently into the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder, like a wolf pinning his mate in place. The wild thought only heightened the sharp pangs of her arousal. She clenched her thighs together, but it wasn’t enough.
“Please, sir, please use your hand to make me come.” She wasn’t ready for anything but that, but it would still be a victory she never thought she would have again.
Dimitri’s sensual chuckle almost made her smile as well. “Because you asked so sweetly, I cannot deny you.” He made this darkly erotic game sweet and safe. He made it exactly what she needed most.
He continued to kiss her neck as he pushed one of his feet between hers, forcing her to step wider apart. Then he trailed a large palm down her body, skimming over her collarbones, then her breasts, down to her soft belly. His fingers snaked beneath the waistband of the shorts and panties she wore. While his hand was gentle, she felt the rough scrape of his fingers over her skin. His hands were so strong, a testament to a life lived fully. It felt amazing. When his fingers reached the top of her mound, the hand that grasped her bound wrists shifted slightly and adjusted its grip.
“And now, kiska?”
“Green,” she whispered, then held her breath as he moved his fingers down her folds, which were already slick with her desire.
“Good. You will tell me if that changes.”
“Yes, sir.” Elena wished there was a color better than green as he parted her folds and traced the sensitive skin with his fingers. Her legs trembled, and she whimpered.
“Are you ready for me to touch you?” he asked.
She nodded frantically. She needed his touch to erase the memories of all others who had come before. She wanted only him to ever touch her again.
“Yes . . . Oh God, please . . .” She threw her head back as he slid a finger inside her. She tensed, but he murmured soft words of comfort in her ears, praising her bravery, her courage, her beauty, and how she pleased him. He thrust his finger in and out slowly at first, allowing her to get accustomed to the feel of him.
“Please, sir, harder.” She wasn’t afraid. She wanted him to send her over the edge, and she didn’t need gentleness just then.
“Such a bad girl, kiska,” he teased her. Rather than frighten her with the threat of punishment, he rewarded her with pleasure. He added a second finger, stretching her, and then he moved his hand faster,
