instead of the dungeon.
She had asked to be his submissive, yet he hadn’t treated her at all as he
would a sub. As if he were a criminal on a high-speed chase, he’d blown through
all the barriers he’d put into place to keep his control at its maximum. And he
didn’t fucking care.
The woman in front of him had been his wet dream for the
better part of his life. He’d kissed her and a whole new world had opened for
him. He’d touched her and marveled at how cardboard his dreams were compared to
the reality. Now his every sense had swung into stunning focus, as if he’d put
on 3-D glasses.
“Undress me.”
Aric closed his eyes when she rose to her feet. His senses
opened fully as she slid his t-shirt up, tugged his arms through and cupped the
back of his head to pull his shirt off. Her fingers trailed lightly down his
chest and his control threatened to snap at her touch. When she reached his
jeans and popped the top button, he opened his eyes. He didn’t want to miss a
moment of her expression when she saw his cock.
The zipper came down carefully and he could swear she held
her breath, but he was so busy holding his own he wasn’t sure. Her long fingers
brushed against his swollen length through his denims. Aric gritted his teeth.
The sensations licking along his nerve endings had him on the verge of orgasm
already.
“Oh!”
Whisper soft, the startled exclamation accompanied her
discovery that he wore no underwear. Too intent on her reactions to smile, Aric
thrust his hips toward her.
“Take them off.”
She tipped her head to look up at him, but before her eyes
could reach his, she dropped her gaze, dipped her head and slipped her hands
into his jeans. Her warm fingertips grazed his buttocks and Aric bit back a
groan. Her hands stroked down the outside of his thighs, taking his jeans with
them. She froze for a moment as his cock sprang free. Her nails scored his
thigh muscles and the tip of her tongue flicked out to dampen her lips.
“Do you want me, Ainsley?”
Again, her tongue swiped over her lips. “Yes,” she
whispered, without raising her eyes. Hastily, she corrected herself. “Yes Sir.”
Aric smiled. His body thrummed with a sexual tension far
beyond what he usually felt with a new sub. His actions were not by the book,
but this was Ainsley. His emotions and his body never reacted normally to her.
He knew in his gut that he could never have a Dom/sub relationship with her.
Nor did he want to, a fact that surprised him only a little. For years he’d
gotten off on dominating women. With Ainsley, he wanted to control her but not
dominate her. Not exactly. The realization that he needed so much more from her
had begun to shred the fabric of the life and the lifestyle he’d lived for the
last few years.
“Finish undressing me. I want to fuck you.”
Aric’s crude words didn’t elicit a reaction from her. She
quickly finished her task and sat back on her heels, her eyes lowered.
Gooseflesh prickled her skin and Aric knew she was acutely aware of him, of his
nakedness, his strength…and his cock. He reached out to stroke the shining
strands of her hair, his fingers trembling slightly. His control felt
shattered. No one had ever affected him as she did.
As her silky hair slid through his fingers, he drew a deep,
calming breath. He took a step back from her. “Come,” he commanded and turned
toward his bedroom.
He knew she followed him, but had the disconcerting urge to
glance back and make sure. In the bedroom he didn’t turn on the lights.
Instead, he opened the blinds. The wall of glass let in every bit of ambient
light from the street below as well as the brilliant silver moonlight. His
four-poster bed stood in the center of the room, dominating the huge space.
Ainsley stood just inside the door, her eyes lowered.
For a moment, Aric thought he would completely disgrace
himself by coming. Standing half in moonlight, half in shadow, her naked body
was so close to his idea of