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He took my ear in his mouth, nibbling it gently. “I’m sure it is.”
I wrapped my arms around him and under his shirt, placing my icy hands against his warm back. He flinched slightly and moved his mouth to my neck.
“Be careful.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” I whispered.
I felt his grin against the sensitive skin of my neck. “That was the wrong thing to say.”
In a second I was over his shoulder, watching his backside as he carried me out of the study and into his bedroom, where he tossed me onto the bed and went into his closet. I instantly moved to get off the bed and followed him, but his voice boomed.
“Don’t you dare move, Miss Clair.”
He emerged, swinging a pair of handcuffs around his index finger. My eyes widened and I scooted back on the bed, eliciting a chuckle from Dallon King.
“You don’t look like you’re not afraid of me.”
I jutted my chin out and crossed my arms. “That was before you grabbed a pair of handcuffs. What were they doing in your closet, anyway? Or do I not want to know?”
His eyes flashed for a moment. “For your information, these are brand new. All of my other…” he waved an arm before continuing, “sexcapades, as you called them, occurred in my studio.” He cocked his head to the side. “Should we go there and document this?”
“No!” I cried, grabbing a pillow and putting it in front of me like a shield.
He sat down beside me on the bed, his voice softening as he said, “Last night was my first time in here.”
Wow. I relaxed slightly and let the pillow drop. In that instant, Dallon grabbed a hold of my left wrist. The handcuff clicked closed around it.
Our eyes met, and I narrowed mine, challenging him.
“Lie down and put your hands above your head.”
“No.”
His eyes closed and his lips turned up in a small smile. When he opened them again, they had hardened. “Do what I say, Amy. Don’t make me ask again, or I’ll take you over my knee.”
I glared at him but lay back, letting him secure my right wrist before he guided my hands over my head. Then he straddled me, pulled my dress over my head and over my eyes. Next, he followed with my bra.
“Do you want to be able to see, Amy?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I want to be able to see.”
“That’s not what I meant, Amy.” His tone had changed, but I couldn’t see his face to read his expression.
“I think you know what I want you to call me,” he said eventually.
My heart rate quickened. What was he talking about?
“Come on, Amy.” He leaned forward, pressed his lips gently against mine and moved them back and forth slowly, teasing me. My lips parted and he sat back abruptly.
“You’re making me angry.”
“I don’t understand what you want!”
I felt him tug on my dress, and then I could see him. He was looking at me with an expression I hadn’t seen before; his eyes were hard like they were in his dominant mode, but he somehow also looked vulnerable. Like he needed something and I was refusing to give it to him.
Suddenly, he fell forward, his arms encircling mine, his hands on my wrists.
“Yes what?”
My heart skipped a beat as realization dawned. “Has anyone called you that before?” I asked in a whisper.
“No, Amy. Like I said, I’ve never been in this type of relationship before.”
I shifted and his grip tightened on my wrists.
“Say it,” he said in a softly daring voice.
I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing crimson. How could it be that one, small word could embarrass me so much?
“Very well.” He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth. “Say it,” he said, my nipple in his teeth.
In response, I glared at him.
He didn’t hesitate; his teeth clenched. Hard.
“Ahh!” I cried out, thrashing beneath him.
“Looks like we’re doing it the hard way.” His mouth moved to my next nipple, and he looked at me expectantly.
I couldn’t. It was humiliating.
A single eyebrow rose.
I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw, preparing myself.
He made a tutting noise and bit my other nipple, this time taking longer to release me while I fought beneath him.
“What the hell!” I yelled, beyond enraged.
“Watch your language.” His grip tightened on my wrists. “I can do this all night, Miss Clair.”
He leaned forward and blew on my first nipple, which was now standing at attention. Then he licked it slowly, teasingly, before taking it into his mouth.
“Sir,” I relented in a barely audible voice.
“What’s that?” I felt his teeth graze my sensitive skin.
“Sir!”
He grinned and sat back. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Afraid of not responding, and embarrassed, I grunted something incoherent. My cheeks were burning.
He laughed. “You’re so proud, Amy. I love that.”
Grinning, he released my wrists and sat up again. I was seething. He was enjoying this way too much.
“I’m going to make you say it until you stop blushing. Calling me that is going to become second nature to you, understood?”
I nodded.
His eyes narrowed.
“Yes… Sir.” I instantly blushed again and looked away.
“Oh I love it when you blush,” he whispered, his lips claiming mine. He released his hold on my wrists and sat up again. “I also love it when you wear dresses. Such easy access.”
His finger slipped past my laced thong and inside me, a slow smile spreading across his lips at finding me wet again, I had no doubt.
“I’m going to give you a congratulations present,” he murmured, his finger moving in and out of me.
“You already gave me one,” I replied breathlessly. “The wine.”
He smirked. “Not the kind of present I was referring to.” He grasped my legs and pulled them apart before moving between them, his tongue tracing my cleft.
“No!” I cried out, trying to sit up but restrained by the cuffs.
Dallon shot me a hard look. “Lie still. You’ll only hurt yourself.”
As his tongue caressed me again, I closed my eyes and willed myself to relax. It didn’t take long; his tongue fluttered over my clit and the heat grew inside me. Our eyes locked on each other as my hands grasped the duvet beneath me, squeezing tightly. I couldn’t look away from him. He rimmed my slit, teasing me, massaged and then sucked at me gently until I fell apart, my muscles tightening greedily. I cried out as triumph flared in his eyes. In that moment, I would do anything he wanted, and he knew it. He owned me. My hands grasped his hair desperately, but he continued mercilessly as I thrashed against him.
He released my thong, letting it move back into place, and pressed kisses up my stomach and breasts, pausing to lick my sore nipples before undoing the handcuffs and gathering me to him. I was pliable, a rag doll in his arms as he pulled me into his lap, his erection pressing into me and betraying how close he was to the edge.
“I can…. We can…” I began sleepily.
“Shh,” he whispered, pressing his lips against my forehead. “I wanted to do something for you.”
I closed my eyes against his chest, barely noticing his movements as he pulled the covers back and placed me in bed.
“Rest now. I’m going to do some more work and will wake you in a bit.”
I woke on my own a while later and found Dallon hard at work in his study. He looked up when I entered and smiled. I walked around his desk to sit on his lap. He leaned forward and kissed my neck.
“Don’t you usually go into the office?”
“I’ve been trying to spend more time here with you,” he said softly. “I had some meetings this morning but the rest I can do at home.” He rubbed his eyes and l
eaned back in his chair. “I’m meeting Brendan this evening and would like you to come with me.”
“Okay,” I said, surprised.
He smiled and put his arms around me. “I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m gay because he’s never seen me with a woman.”
“It’s fine, I can be your beard,” I winked.
“Funny,” he responded, clearly not amused. “Are you any good at basketball?”
I thought about it. “The last time I played was in High School, but I didn’t totally suck.”
Laughing, he stood up, taking me with him. Patted his pocket, frowning when he didn’t find his phone. “I’m going to order some Thai. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah, I am. If you order me some spring rolls, I’ll pay you back with my first paycheque. For the cab money, too.”
