I glance down at her.The candlelight catching her red lips and dark eyes behind silk.
“Yes.”
Her gaze softens at the honesty.Then she steps closer.Close enough that her perfume wraps around me.“What do you want?”
The question should not sound as intimate as it does.My fingers trace up the length of her spine.“You already know.”
The look she gives me after that nearly destroys what little restraint I have left.Three minutes later, I’m guiding her toward the private staircase with one hand gripping hers while candlelight flickers behind us.
Vanessa doesn’t speak.Neither do I.We don’t need to.The second the door closes behind us downstairs, the noise from the club fades into muffled silence.And something inside me settles as my control returns and my focus on her becomes laser sharp.
I peel off my jacket under Vanessa’s stare from the center of the room, candlelight painting soft gold across black silk and pale skin.She is art.A gorgeous piece I could stare at day and night.
I move toward the sound system first, selecting music low and dark enough to melt into the room before turning back toward her.
“Come here.”
The command lands with quiet authority.Vanessa obeys without hesitation.And Christ, that does something violent to me.I settle into the chair near the edge of the bed, my eyes never leaving hers.
“Take off the dress.”
There’s not a second of hesitation from her.Her fingers tug at the silk ribbon at the back of the corset, pulling them loose until the garment falls to her feet.Then they move to the zipper on the side of the skirt, sliding it down, loosening it so that the material pools in silence at her feet.
Silk stockings edged with black lace.Black silk garter resting low on her hips, straps on the front and back of her thighs clasped to the stockings.And the heels; black, shiny and four inches tall.She knew exactly what I would want.
My hands flex once against the arms of the chair.“Everything except the stockings.”
Vanessa’s breathing changes slightly then.I can tell its anticipation, and that has my length hardening beneath my pants.Fabric hits the floor piece by piece after that, candlelight flickering across newly exposed skin while the music wraps around us both like smoke.
I take my time looking at her.Not because I’m trying to intimidate her, but because I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing her.
“Lie on the bed.”
She crawls onto the mattress, eyes never leaving mine as she settles against dark sheets.She’s fucking beautiful.The way she trusts me.Even though it hasn’t been said, she’s mine in every way that matters.
I retrieve the silk restraints from the drawer beside the bed before moving toward her again.“Are you good?”
“Yes.”The response comes without hesitation.She answers with absolute certainty.That’s what I need.I tie her wrists above her head, attaching each one to a bedpost.I’m gentle, my movements slow and deliberate while she watches me through half-lowered lashes.
I pause, lean down and brush my lips over hers.“Yellow if you want me to slow down, red if you want me to stop.”
She blinks, then nods.
“You need to say the words, Nessa.”
“Yellow to slow down.Red to stop.”
I’m fascinated with her mouth when it moves, my attention diverting there long enough for her to squint up at me in confusion.I drag a thumb over her bottom lip, parting her mouth just enough for me to swipe my tongue inside to taste her.I want so much more, but not yet.
I lift the blindfold so she can see it, then secure the black silk gently over her eyes.The second it settles into place, her entire body reacts, her breath catching as her body bows toward me in anticipation.She trusts me implicitly and Christ if that doesn’t makes me even harder.
My palm skims along her thigh, fingers tracing lace and garter straps while a quiet sound escapes her throat.“There you are.”
It takes less than thirty seconds for me to undress, and then my fingers are gliding over the swell of her breasts, and then lower, between her legs, where she’s already so wet.
Vanessa shivers beneath my touch.And after that, I stop being gentle.Not cruel.Never cruel.But controlled in the exact way her body remembers.I thrust two fingers inside her heat and begin a tortured rhythm in and out of her, using my other hand to pinch and tease her nipples into hard peaks.
She orgasms in under a minute, the groan that leaves her causing my dick to harden to steel.I don’t think she ever relented this much control to me before, and it’s evident in her body’s response to me.
