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  As I read a few more pages of my book, Sly continues to invade my thoughts like I’m an obsessed school girl. This is not okay.

  Chapter Six

  SLY

  Work can’t end soon enough. The anticipation of seeing Raine builds by the hour, by each minute that passes. I continually look at the clock, hoping the time is near. I have a romantic evening planned, and I hope she’s okay coming to my place while I cook dinner for us. Hopefully she won’t mind the car I send for her, since I have to stay and watch over the food.

  Finally, the day comes to an end and I head straight to the grocery store, grabbing some mussels and filets for dinner. The butcher knows me by name and gladly gathers the meats.

  George, my dog, happily greets me when I arrive at home. I lean down to pet him as I grab my phone from my pants pocket and text Raine.

  Me: Dress casual. You’re coming to my place so I can cook you dinner.

  Raine: Okay, sounds good. I’ll bring the wine you sent home with me.

  Me: Is it okay to send a car for you? I can come get you if you want.

  Raine: The car is fine. See you soon.

  I hurriedly get into the shower and wash the day’s worries right down the drain. Tonight is all about Raine. And hopefully, I can keep my inner Dom buried deep for now. However, she does know I always get my way. I smirk at the thought, knowing the power I hold doesn’t frighten her. I take George out for his evening walk and head back to get ready for Raine.

  I lightly finger some gel in my hair and shave my stubble down. After a splash of cologne, I throw on a polo tee shirt and a pair of jeans. I remain barefoot as I make my way to the kitchen to prepare the mussels. Supposedly, mussels are an aphrodisiac, but I don’t think they’ve ever had that effect on me. Just being in Raine’s presence is enough to get me going.

  Thirty minutes later and right on time, there is a knock on my door. I open it and greet Raine, opening the door farther for her to step inside. Her eyes tell me she’s glad to see me.

  “Hi.” She smiles.

  George excitedly greets Raine, and he startles her at first.

  “It’s okay, he’s friendly.” She reaches down to pet him and George loves the attention. “Hi,” I breathe out. “Come in. You can set your purse anywhere. You shouldn’t have brought that. That was for you.” I point toward the wine bottle. “But since you brought it, I’ll get us a glass.” I smile as she follows me into the kitchen.

  Reaching in my cupboard, I get two glasses out and pour the wine into each one. “So how was your day?” I ask.

  “It was all right. The kids are crazy, and it amazes me how smart they are for their age. How was your day?” She asks.

  “Honestly, I couldn’t wait to get it over with so I could see you.”

  She blushes. “Thankfully, my school week is over with. I have all these days off and have no idea what to do with myself,” she admits.

  We’ll just have to change that.

  “You like seafood?”

  “I do, it’s my favorite.”

  “Then you’re in luck. I’m steaming mussels, and I got some Alaskan cod and veggies. I hope you’re hungry.” I grin. I’m hungry, but not for the seafood.

  “It sounds heavenly. What can I do to help?”

  “Just have a seat, and it should be ready any moment.” I pull out a chair for her to sit at the table while I get the food together.

  While she sips her wine, she watches me move around the kitchen. She’s probably surprised I know my way around one, and surprisingly, I do.

  “Where did you learn to cook?” she asks.

  “Mainly from my mom and grandmother. Granted, they aren’t chefs, but they know how to cook. I’d sneak in and watch them prepare the meals, even though my mother didn’t like that I did that.”

  Her brows furrow at my comment. “Why didn’t your mother like that?”

  “I don’t know. I think maybe she thought boys shouldn’t be in the kitchen slaving over a meal. Eventually, she got used to me watching them.”

  “It smells so good in here, though.”

  I shrug my shoulders as I plate our meal. My parents have always been loving to us kids and made sure we had everything we needed. I grew up with the comforts of money, and we never struggled for anything.

  “Don’t get me wrong, my parents are very loving people. And maybe they were overprotective of us, but they meant well. Sometimes Mom can be overbearing, like any mom would be, I guess. Dinner’s ready.” I smile, setting a plate in front of her.

  ***

  “Dinner was delicious.” Raine dots the corners of her mouth with the cloth napkin. “Who knew you could cook.”

  “I’m glad you liked it.”

  I refill our wine glasses, and since neither of us are driving, I’m fine drinking more of the expensive liquid goodness and watching Raine enjoy it. I move to another room to play some Sam Smith, and his voice echoes through the house. Coming back to the dining room, I don’t speak as I take our plates to put them in the sink.

  “Would you like to dance?” I offer my hand. “We didn’t do much dancing at your sister’s wedding. This is my way of making it up to you.”

  She takes my hand as I lead us to an open space in the living room. The moon illuminates the room, as well as some candles. She looks around in awe.

  “I didn’t miss dancing at all. We danced once and talked all night. It was perfect,” she says.

  We move slowly to the beat of the music, our bodies pressed firmly together.

  “So tell me about your parents,” I tell her. “I know they passed away, but that’s all I know.”

  “Well, my dad died from a heart attack. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, and she refused treatment. She couldn’t live without my dad and wanted to be reunited with him. She chose to die. She didn’t want to live without him.”

  “Wow, they must have truly loved each other. I’m sorry for your loss. It must be hard.”

  “It is what it is,” she responds. “At least my sister and I have each other.”

  “So tell me Raine, do you want to live? Even with everything you’ve been through?”

  I can see my question puzzles her. “Of course I want to live. I’ve been to some dark places, Sly, really dark. And I’ve chosen to live each time. But this pain is unimaginable.”

  I lean in and whisper in her ear. “Spend the night. Come upstairs with me and let me take the pain away.” Pulling her head back, she looks into my eyes and really looks at me. She knows I’m dead serious.

  “Will the pain actually go away or will you just mask it?”

  “I’m going to take it away. I really enjoy talking to you and spending time with you. If you want to go slower, we can. I was merely making a suggestion.”

  “No, I want to.”

  Those words coming out of her mouth surprise me. She doesn’t know what she’s agreeing to. My face is merely inches from hers; I can feel her hot breath against my lips. The anticipation of having a repeat kiss from last night builds up between us. Then I kiss her, feverishly. God, I love the way she kisses me back, with so much passion and heat behind it. It’s a burning kiss, one you never want to break from. My tongue slips into her mouth and her tongue tangles with mine. I want to control her, and her body.

  When I pull away, I press my forehead against hers. “If you want me to stop, tell me now. Otherwise, I won’t be able to,” I whisper breathlessly as my heart beats wildly in my chest.

  “I don’t want you to stop,” she whimpers.

  Hearing her words, I place my mouth back on hers.

  “But there are so many things you don’t know about me yet,” I say, breaking away again. I fear I’ll be too much for her, that this will be too much.

  “I don’t have to know everything this very moment. Now, take me to your bedroom,” she pants. The heat pools inside me and I ache to cover her body with mine, to take her pain away, if only for an hour or so.

  “God, you are so fucking sexy,” I s
ay, taking her hand and leading us up to my bedroom.

  Inside my room, I pull her against me, kissing her intensely. We frantically tug at each other’s clothes like we can’t remove them fast enough, and, surprisingly, she doesn’t act self-conscious. I want her body to come alive under my touch. I want her to feel something other than pain. She deserves to feel happy. She’s too fucking gorgeous to continue just getting by, pretending everything is okay. Now, her body is at my mercy.

  I slowly walk us over to my four poster bed and crawl over her as she scoots up on it. I tenderly kiss her lips, intentionally going slow and building up the eagerness. She whimpers against my lips. God, the Dom in me wants so bad to control her, but I don’t want to freak her out.

  “Do you trust me?” I ask, hovering over her.

  “I think so,” she says, studying my face. Her chest heaves up and down.

  “It’s a yes or no question. Either you do or you don’t, Miss Sims.”

  She nods.

  “Say it,” I hiss.

  “I trust you.”

  “Then close your eyes and hold your hands above your head,” I command, and she obliges.

  I take a moment to admire her naked body, and I grin. Pushing my weight off the bed, I find a scarf and tie her wrists loosely together. I’m only tying it loosely so she can easily release herself in case she gets scared.

  She seems apprehensive about what I’m doing, but she doesn’t say anything. Then, I place the blindfold over her eyes.

  “You’re completely safe with me, Raine. Just relax, because now I’m going to worship your body the way it deserves to be worshipped. If you’re uncomfortable at all, just let me know.”

  Climbing back on top of her, I devour her lips as she invites my tongue inside her delectable mouth. After bruising her lips with mine, I proceed down to her delicate neck and lick it up and down, teasing her. I slide one hand from her waist and up to her perky breasts.

  “How does it feel to have your body at my mercy, under my control?” I slide my lips over her milky skin.

  “It feels good, really good.”

  I smile and glide my tongue over her hardened nipple, flicking it and sucking it. My hands roam her body. Her mouth forms an O, and a moan escapes her delicious mouth. I flick my tongue over her other nipple and suck it into my mouth.

  “Would you like to watch me give your pussy the attention it deserves?”

  She nods and bites down on her lower lip.

  “I can’t hear you, Miss Sims.”

  “Yes, please,” she succumbs.

  “Then you’ll keep your eyes open and on me,” I demand.

  I reach up and push the blindfold off her head, then I reward her mouth with mine. I kiss my way down her body and lick her skin. My knee helps guide her legs apart. First, I tease her by placing a finger inside and slowly moving it in and out. Her juices coat my finger and I suck it off.

  “Mmm, you taste like fucking heaven.”

  She blushes.

  “No need to be embarrassed. Just enjoy what I’m doing to your body and the pleasure you’re feeling.”

  I flick my tongue over her wet clit and hard nub, and she moans again, bucking her hips against my mouth. I can tell she’s close.

  “You’re not coming just yet.” I lean up, kissing her again. “Would you like your wrists untied?” I whisper against her mouth.

  “Yes,” she replies softly.

  With one hand, I reach to untie her wrists. As soon as her arms are free, she wraps them around my back. I quickly put on a condom and thrust myself inside her. She moans loudly and quickly meets my rhythm.

  “Watch me fuck you. I want to see your eyes when you come,” I tell her.

  Her eyes travel over my chest while her hands find my ass. She watches my cock pump in and out, and her mouth never closes, forming a permanent O.

  “Oh my god,” she screams as her body convulses into spasms of pleasure. I give one last thrust and my body shudders against her.

  Chapter Seven

  RAINE

  Sly lifts his body from mine to discard the condom. My body has never felt more alive than right now, under his touch. He slides back into bed and props his head up with one arm, while he brushes light strokes over my arm with his other hand.

  “What are you thinking?” he finally asks.

  “Honestly. That my body has never felt more alive.” I lean over, hold his chin, and kiss him again. My tongue slips inside his mouth. I stealthily move up and straddle him.

  I chuckle at how brazen I suddenly feel.

  “You better watch it, you’re going to be sore tomorrow.” He flips me so I’m beneath him and my hair is splayed all around us.

  I giggle at his swift move. Then he moves back to my side. I stare at him and his gorgeousness. “I can’t believe a woman hasn’t snatched you up. I just find it hard to believe.”

  “Yeah, did you see them lined up outside?” He smirks.

  “Ha ha,” I retort.

  His face turns serious. “So I didn’t frighten you at all tonight?”

  “No, not at all. It’s not something I’ve ever done before. But I felt safe, desired, and wanted.”

  “There is something I should tell you,” he states. “I like to be in complete control, especially in the bedroom. As in, I like to dominate.”

  He waits for my reaction. I pull my head back because I can’t believe my own ears. I thought Doms only existed in books.

  “What is it that makes you enjoy that?” I ask calmly.

  “I just like the control. Trust me, I don’t do anything crazy. I like to spank, watch the ass cheeks turn red under my hand print. I like to blindfold and tie you up. I think it brings more pleasure to the giver and the receiver. It heightens the pleasure you feel. I love the anticipation of it. I’d love for you to submit completely to me.”

  Submit myself to him. I swallow a hard lump, and I can’t believe I’m actually turned on by the idea of someone taking over my body and controlling me. There’s no way this can end well, but I’ll try anything once. And then I find myself nodding my head in agreement.

  “What exactly does that entail?”

  “Just that I like to be the aggressor in the bedroom. I like to control the reaction of your body under my touch. Some pain could be involved if you want to take it to that level, but I’d never do anything you don’t want.”

  By the look on his face, he means business. This is a serious subject.

  “Okay,” I tell him. “What do we call this between us?” I ask, then immediately regret it.

  “Nothing, let’s not put a label on it. At least not yet.” He smirks.

  He leans over and kisses me, and I’m sunk into his rapturous torture. His tongue swirls into my mouth and I welcome it, letting him do what he wishes. My body is his now.

  I pull back. “I don’t want to be just some lay. I know we just met, and I’m fine with this situation, but don’t make me a fool for going out with you.” I can’t believe I just said that, but at least now he knows.

  “I promise you won’t regret it. Now we should get some sleep before I’m tempted to take you again,” he says.

  There goes my stomach, going a flutter, and my heart skipping a beat.

  ***

  The smell of food causes my stomach to rumble, and that’s when I realize I slept all night in Sly’s bed. I stretch my body out, and, shit, Sly was right, I’m a little sore. I pull on Sly’s polo shirt; I sniff it, and it smells like him. Making my way downstairs, I find him in the kitchen cooking breakfast. I watch him for a few moments before he notices me.

  “Good morning, sunshine.” He smiles. He’s only wearing a pair of low-hung drawstring pants. My mouth waters at the sight.

  “Hey.” I lean up and kiss him. “So you cook breakfast too.”

  “I do, I’m full of tricks,” he jokes. “Coffee?”

  “Sure,” I say as he reaches for a mug. “Don’t you have to work today?”

  “I’m the boss, so I
can do what I want. How’d you sleep?” he questions.

  “Like a rock. Do you know how long it’s been since I slept like that? Hell, maybe I won’t leave,” I tease.

  “You won’t hear any complaints from me.”

  “I was joking about that last part. Let’s not get carried away here,” I retort, as I take a seat at the breakfast nook.

  Last night’s conversation replays in my head, and I can’t believe Sly is a dominant in the bedroom. Okay, maybe I can believe it, but that type of relationship is so foreign to me. I’m willing to try it…as long as he doesn’t hurt me and it stays consensual.

  “What’s going on in that head of yours? You’re really quiet.” Sly sets us each a plate of food and sits across from me.

  I feel unusually comfortable around him, given I’ve only known him for a few days. I plop a bacon strip in my mouth and study him. He’s so damn hot, I’d rather be eating him up. He chuckles at me staring at him.

  “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. You’re just too damn hot. The no shirt and low-hanging pants can be distracting.” I giggle.

  “Well, you’re in my shirt, and you look better in it than I do.” He chuckles.

  “Are you sure you’re not married and stashing the kids somewhere out of sight?” I point my toast at him.

  “No, Raine.” He shakes his head at me and continues eating.

  This is something I could get used to, but I know relationships never last. Something always happens and someone always gets hurt in the end. More than likely, I’ll be the one with a broken heart. But maybe Sly is worth the risk. Maybe.

  He takes our now empty plates and puts them in the dishwater along with the pans he cooked in.

  “Come on, I’ll show you around.” He tugs on my hand, clasping it with his, and the electricity buzzes through me like lightning. I’ve never had this feeling before, and I’m afraid Sly will never feel the same. His comment about not putting a label on us made me think he’s a player, and maybe this sort of thing is just for kicks. Only time will tell.