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“No.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?” I turn back with curiosity. “Did you think you were going to get out of marrying me tomorrow?”
“I just…” Her steps falter. When I don’t stop, she tugs on my hand, stopping me.
“You just what?”
“I think maybe we should slow down.”
“And why is that?
“I just… My family. I would like my family to be at my wedding. My father, he should be there. He… I don’t know how long he has, and even though he could never walk me down the aisle, I would like for him to at least see me walk down an aisle and get married.”
“Are you getting cold feet, my dear fiancée?”
“No. This is just moving so fast.”
“That it is. Now come.”
I continue down the steps. Walking her down the hallway that leads to her dance studio. What she doesn’t know, is my studio is called my dungeon, and it’s the door directly across from hers.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why?” She glances up at me with confusion.
“Don’t question. Just do it.”
Her lashes flutter to the tops of her cheeks. I’m surprised she didn’t fight me harder. I open the door and walk her inside. I lead her across the room and start to remove her clothing. She squirms in her spot and wants to open her eyes, but like the good girl she is, she keeps them closed. I watch her skin flush and ignite with goosebumps. Her nipples become erect and when her cold back presses up against the carved wood, her shoulders square and her spine stiffens.
“Sir…?”
“Keep your eyes closed. Do not open them until I tell you,” I order in a voice she has never heard before.
“Demetri…” she breathes my name as if she has just orgasmed without me even touching her.
My own breathing has picked up at her erotic image and my name rolling off her tongue. Although, she will be reprimanded for the use of my first name. The depth of my arousal bothers me. It has never heightened this quickly with any other partner before. I have been aroused, sure, but not like this. Not without even touching. The image of her before me is simply erotic and powerful.
Haven has my discipline wavering. I hate it. She is quickly becoming a weakness I need to strengthen.
The first leather strap encases her right wrist. The second, her left. Her knees become unsteady, and her body starts to tremble, but she still doesn’t open her eyes. She is trusting me, and that does something to my head. I trace a finger down the inside of her thigh, stopping when I get to the back of her knee. I run the tips of my fingers over the soft skin before working my way down to her foot. I lift her leg, making her bend at the knee, and I suck on the tender tissue just below the swell of her ankle. I run my tongue back up the muscle and sink my teeth into her calf. I watch her lips part. She sucks in a deep breath. Her chest expands but it doesn’t collapse on a release. She is holding in her pleasure.
“Breathe, Haven.”
I strap her right ankle down, then her left.
“Sir…”
“You trust me?”
She moans as I tighten the strap with a swift jerk. I take a step back and admire her beauty as I watch her energy-filled body shake with anticipation. She is gorgeous. A stunning woman with curves she shames. Her heavy breasts move with each inhale she takes. Her belly is slightly swollen with extra weight which she thinks is unappealing, but I find arousing. My dick pulsates at the thought of my semen being smeared across her firm skin. She may have weight on her, but she is firm from all the years of dancing. She shifts her position, her curvy hips capturing my attention. They flare off her narrow waist like an hourglass. The image of my fingers sinking into the soft skin of her flesh from behind as my cock slides inside her untarnished body has me unbuttoning my pants and reaching in to soothe my painful cock. I give myself a squeeze, and for the first time in my life, I pray that I make it through this session. She is a priceless portrait of beauty. One that will never go up for auction.
I strip from my shirt and carelessly toss it to the side as I walk over to the surround sound and turn it on.Cravingby Haux breaks the silence. I admire her from across the room. She wants to open her eyes so badly but won’t. Her head swivels from left to right, silently searching for me. When she slowly turns in my direction, sensing right where I am in the room without physically seeing me, another piece of me becomes bound to my commitment. I inhale a deep breath and walk in the direction of the woman that is in tune with me. She has this pull, this charm, a charisma that draws you in, but she has been repressed and her self-esteem is shit. Is it self-inflicted or has someone else paved the road and triggered her own degrading? I believe I know the truth. At least, I know part of it. Haven herself will tell me what no one else can through this session she is unaware is about to take place.
If this woman comes out of her shell, is allowed to bloom and flourish, she will be unstoppable. She already is to me. I have to say, I believe I saw a glimpse of that woman the day I met her when her cockiness at addressing me came to light. It was the wrong place and the wrong time, but if she were schooled properly in the world we move around in, she would be more than an asset. She would be a force of power at my side. A solid union of unmitigated strength.
I stand before her, her head leans back against the interconnected wood of the cross I had handcrafted for me by my boss’ son-in-law, and friend of mine, Caelan O’Reily. I stand before her, shirtless with my dress pants open, my erection fighting behind my briefs to get to her, to feel her, to be inside her. An emotion I have never found myself experiencing before hits me. It resides heavily in my chest as my gaze worships her. This woman, nude and vulnerable from her head to her painted red toes is strapped to a Saint Andrew’s cross waiting for my command. She will become my wife tomorrow. She has no choice. It’s a done deal. A woman I would have only given a second or maybe a third look at in the past will now wear my mother’s ring. She has become someone I feel the need to take care of, to cherish, to hold at my side.
