from the start, a hidden slice of rebellion for his otherwise predictable woman. Well, outside the times she let herself go and submitted to him.
The hemline rose to expose her gorgeous breasts, the left with a cluster of little brown freckles next to her nipple. Knowing her body’s little idiosyncrasies was hotter than any so-called perfection he’d ever seen. The deep purple bra lifted her breasts in offering, begging for his mouth and fingers.
Not yet .
She folded her sweater, ever neat, and set it on the passenger’s side seat. She held fast to the door and reached for the ankle strap of her wedge heels.
“Leave those on.” His voice was gravel-rough, but he couldn’t help it if the mere sight of her made his throat go dry.
With a sharp nod, she hooked her fingers underneath the simple waistband of her skirt and pulled it down, exposing another pair of those little lace boy shorts he loved so much. He barely contained himself until she’d folded her skirt, then he threw his toy bag over his shoulder and hauled her into his arms.
He needed her like he needed to breathe. When had she become so essential to his happiness? After learning more about her father, her trust issues weren’t surprising. The amount she’d bent, let him in, was an honor. He’d vowed patience, would simply keep showing her how much he cared without saying he loved her outright. That step could be too much for her, and the last thing he wanted was to scare her off.
With one hand, he entered the passcode to unlock the front door of Apogee and carried her over the entryway, his pulse racing at the symbolism. From the way she tensed in his arms, it didn’t escape her either.
Before she could think too much and get in her own way, Keilor stood her in front of the spanking horse in the corner of the empty main room, pressing her hands to the metal handlebars on the far side.
What a sight…Tovia, lit only by emergency lights and the moon streaming through the large skylight at one end of the room, bent over in nothing but sexy lingerie and heels. And she was all his.
She just hadn’t realized it yet.
After pulling the last few implements out of his bag, he circled to Tovia’s side, showing her a matching pair of leather wrist cuffs. She flinched and started shaking her head, but she did not let go of the bars. He kneeled by her head, running a soothing hand over her back. “Shh, it’s okay. I am not going to bind you to anything.”
Her pupils dilated in panic but she didn’t move or voice her questions.
“I want you to feel the weight of them. I will put one around each wrist, not locked and not tied or clipped down to anything. Just like leather bracelets, okay? Their presence is a reminder you are here under my command, under my watch and care.” And love , he wanted to add, but he bit back the words.
After warily eying the cuffs for a long while, Tovia’s jerky nod gave him permission to proceed. And, as he’d hoped, once the cuffs were tightened around her wrists, the tense muscles in her body relaxed.
He backed off, letting her adjust to the weight, the sensation of having her wrists bound—if only in the most basic way. With each deep breath, she relaxed more.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Ah, she undid him. He’d known the mental and visual bondage would aid her, but that, he did not expect. He figured she’d resist, fight the cuffs and what they represented. Not thank him. He rubbed his chest, wondering if it would hurt less for her to actually burrow in there and curl around his heart.
“No, firebird. Thank you. Your submission is a gift.”
Chapter 10
Like the words held some kind of voodoo magic, her submission bled all the poison from her body. Nothing mattered outside the walls of Apogee—Keilor stood strong between her and the world. Grounded by the collar and cuffs, by his signs of possession, she felt safe enough to let down her guard. He wouldn’t run or make her feel guilty or take advantage of her
The hemline rose to expose her gorgeous breasts, the left with a cluster of little brown freckles next to her nipple. Knowing her body’s little idiosyncrasies was hotter than any so-called perfection he’d ever seen. The deep purple bra lifted her breasts in offering, begging for his mouth and fingers.
Not yet .
She folded her sweater, ever neat, and set it on the passenger’s side seat. She held fast to the door and reached for the ankle strap of her wedge heels.
“Leave those on.” His voice was gravel-rough, but he couldn’t help it if the mere sight of her made his throat go dry.
With a sharp nod, she hooked her fingers underneath the simple waistband of her skirt and pulled it down, exposing another pair of those little lace boy shorts he loved so much. He barely contained himself until she’d folded her skirt, then he threw his toy bag over his shoulder and hauled her into his arms.
He needed her like he needed to breathe. When had she become so essential to his happiness? After learning more about her father, her trust issues weren’t surprising. The amount she’d bent, let him in, was an honor. He’d vowed patience, would simply keep showing her how much he cared without saying he loved her outright. That step could be too much for her, and the last thing he wanted was to scare her off.
With one hand, he entered the passcode to unlock the front door of Apogee and carried her over the entryway, his pulse racing at the symbolism. From the way she tensed in his arms, it didn’t escape her either.
Before she could think too much and get in her own way, Keilor stood her in front of the spanking horse in the corner of the empty main room, pressing her hands to the metal handlebars on the far side.
What a sight…Tovia, lit only by emergency lights and the moon streaming through the large skylight at one end of the room, bent over in nothing but sexy lingerie and heels. And she was all his.
She just hadn’t realized it yet.
After pulling the last few implements out of his bag, he circled to Tovia’s side, showing her a matching pair of leather wrist cuffs. She flinched and started shaking her head, but she did not let go of the bars. He kneeled by her head, running a soothing hand over her back. “Shh, it’s okay. I am not going to bind you to anything.”
Her pupils dilated in panic but she didn’t move or voice her questions.
“I want you to feel the weight of them. I will put one around each wrist, not locked and not tied or clipped down to anything. Just like leather bracelets, okay? Their presence is a reminder you are here under my command, under my watch and care.” And love , he wanted to add, but he bit back the words.
After warily eying the cuffs for a long while, Tovia’s jerky nod gave him permission to proceed. And, as he’d hoped, once the cuffs were tightened around her wrists, the tense muscles in her body relaxed.
He backed off, letting her adjust to the weight, the sensation of having her wrists bound—if only in the most basic way. With each deep breath, she relaxed more.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Ah, she undid him. He’d known the mental and visual bondage would aid her, but that, he did not expect. He figured she’d resist, fight the cuffs and what they represented. Not thank him. He rubbed his chest, wondering if it would hurt less for her to actually burrow in there and curl around his heart.
“No, firebird. Thank you. Your submission is a gift.”
Chapter 10
Like the words held some kind of voodoo magic, her submission bled all the poison from her body. Nothing mattered outside the walls of Apogee—Keilor stood strong between her and the world. Grounded by the collar and cuffs, by his signs of possession, she felt safe enough to let down her guard. He wouldn’t run or make her feel guilty or take advantage of her
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