Commanding Her Trust (10 page)

“So, what have you been doing for the past two years?” he asked, still on his knees in front of her. “Why did you quit modeling?”

“D-do we really have to talk?” she asked, her voice thin and strained.

“I think we should give the clamps some time, don’t you?” His calm tone and the relaxed way he reclaimed his chair would have been enough to make her scream if his excitement weren’t abundantly obvious. The front of his pajama pants was tented where his erection strained the fabric.

Erin could see the outline of the bulbous head of his cock through the thin material and it was enough to make her mouth water. She wanted his cock back in her mouth. She wanted to suck him until he cried out in that way that made her positive no one had ever given him the kind of pleasure she had.

She wanted to swallow down every last drop of his cum and then keep sucking him until he was hard again, until he pulled his thick length from her mouth and shoved it between her legs. There wouldn’t be any foreplay aside from the nipple clamps, but she knew she’d be wet. Though, hopefully, not too wet. She loved the hint of pain as he forced himself inside her during those first few moments. The resistance of her body, the sting as he demanded entrance, took her halfway to orgasm in one earth-shattering thrust.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.

“How much I want to suck your cock.” Erin met his eyes but didn’t move an inch from her present position, determined to show him she could be good. “I was thinking about how hot it felt to have your hand fisted in my hair, to feel you fucking my mouth.”

“What about your ass?” he asked. “Because I want your ass to belong to me, too.”

“We’d need lube,” she said, her pussy getting wetter despite the fact that anal had been her least favorite activity with her ex. Somehow, she knew that would be as different with Blake as everything else. “But I want you to fuck me any way you want.”

His expression grew stormy with desire and Erin’s pinched nipples tingled and stung. “Would that turn you on?”

“Yes.” The word emerged as a moan as she imagined Blake forcing her to her hands and knees and taking her in the ass. She could practically feel his large hand landing stinging slaps to her bottom as his cock stroked deep inside her. “And I’d…I’d like you to spank me while you fucked me.”

“Spank you, and call you my dirty girl?” he asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees until his lips were only inches away from her mouth.

“Yes. Please, yes.” Erin swept her tongue across her lips, her entire body screaming with the need to be touched, with the need to throw her arms around Blake and never let him go.

“Why do you like to hear those words from a man, Erin?” he asked, his eyes drifting to her lips.

“I don’t like to hear them from a man. I’d like to hear them from you.”

“You didn’t like your husband to—”

“No, I didn’t,” she said, the sound of the word “husband” on Blake’s lips making her ill. She couldn’t wait for the day when Scott would no longer hold that title. “He would say them, but I never got off on it. But I would with you.”

“Why?” He moved one hand to her face, tracing a soft finger along her jaw. “Why is it different with me?”

“I don’t know…I guess…” For the third time in less than a day, tears threatened at the backs of her eyes.

There was something about being with Blake that turned her inside out, that pushed her to wander the edges of her own emotional landscape. It was what she’d always heard a good Dom would do, but she’d never been there, never been forced to look into another person’s eyes and know they were seeing straight through to the core of her.

But here she was and there was the answer to his question, suddenly floating in the air in front of her. “I’d like it because I’d know you didn’t really think I was dirty. That, to you, it would be a term of endearment.”

“It would.” He nodded. “What else?”

“I know you wouldn’t say it to just anyone,” she said, tongue slipping out to dampen her lips. “So it would make me feel special.”

“And why wouldn’t I say it to just anyone?” he asked, his lips moving closer to hers, so close she was certain he would kiss her, but he stopped when there were still a few inches between them. “Why would I only say it to you?”

“Because…” Erin sucked in a deep breath, fighting tears, refusing to let the liquid pooling in her eyes spill down her cheeks no matter how scary and emotional this moment had become. “Because you care about me?”

“I do,” Blake whispered. “So much, Erin. So fucking much.”

Erin started crying then, she couldn’t seem to help herself. She was sobbing when Blake pressed a kiss to her lips and pulled her into his arms, tears rolling down the cheek she pressed against his chest as he carried her across the room.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Blake

Blake laid Erin down on the soft carpet by the fire and hovered above her, dropping kisses across her forehead as she cried, for the first time in his life not bothered by a woman’s tears.

She wasn’t crying because she was sad. She was crying because sometimes it hurt to learn that someone cared about you. When you’d convinced yourself there was no goodness or softness left in the world, at least not for you, the unexpectedness of a tender emotion could be overwhelming.

He knew that’s how she felt because he felt the same way.

“I still love you, Erin.” He whispered his confession against her lips, feeling close to tears himself as she brought trembling fingers to his face, her touch communicating more emotion than he’d thought possible.

“I love you, too, Blake. I’m so sorry I ever left, I’m sorry—”

“It doesn’t matter.” He silenced her with a kiss, a real kiss this time, slipping his tongue into her mouth, tasting coffee and maple syrup and Erin. He kissed her until both of them were breathless before he pulled back to look her in the eyes. “I don’t care about the past. I only care about the future.”

“Can we have a future?” she asked, fear creeping back into her voice. “There’s so much we don’t know about each other, so much—”

“We can have whatever we decide to have.” He captured her chin between his fingers and thumb, willing her to see that they had to seize this second chance, no matter how crazy it might seem. “More importantly, we can have whatever
I
say we can have.”

“Because you’re the big bad Dom?” she asked with a sad, crooked smile.

“Because I’m
your
big bad Dom,” he said, knowing his eyes were shining, but not giving a damn. “And you’re my girl. I love you so much, Erin. I swear to you I will never treat you badly or abuse your trust.”

“I know you wouldn’t, Blake. But it’s been eight years.” She sucked in a breath and shifted her gaze to stare at a place above his head. “And there are things you don’t know about me, things that might change your mind.”

“We can talk about those things when you’re ready,” Blake said, sensing it wasn’t the time to push Erin to reveal her secrets. “But I can tell you right now I don’t care about what’s happened in the past eight years. No matter what you’ve done, if you were mine, I’d still feel like the luckiest man in the world.”

“You would?” Her bottom lip trembled.

“I would, but you’ve got to stop crying.” He laughed, a strained sound that grew easier when Erin laughed with him. “Or I’m going to start.”

“You are not,” she said, a hesitant smile spreading across her face.

He could sense how much she wanted to believe that this was a new beginning for them. But he could also feel the doubt that lingered in her mind.

This wasn’t the kind of thing that was going to be resolved in a few minutes and pushing Erin right now would do no good. It was time to get them back on more comfortable ground. Even as kids, they hadn’t been big into talking feelings, no matter how strong they’d been. They had always preferred to let actions speak louder than words.

With one deft movement, he gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled them off.

“What if I said I was going to fuck my pussy? Would you believe that?” As he spoke, he trailed one hand up the inside of her thigh, teasing at the crease where leg became something more intimate. He could feel the heat coming from her core before he touched her and it was enough to make him even harder.

“Yes, I would,” she said, sucking in a breath as he brushed one finger up the length of her, catching moisture from her pussy and moving it to her clit.

“Now, the only question is: How am I going to fuck you?” As he spoke, he began to circle her nub, making Erin squirm beneath him and a sigh burst from between her parted lips. “Am I going to take you like this, on top? Or am I going to flip you over and lift your hips and take you from behind?”

“Yes and yes,” she said, twining her arms around his neck as she spread her thighs even farther, a clear invitation to do with her as he would.

“Or should I pull you on top of me? Let you ride my cock while I suck my tits?” He accentuated the last word by flicking the clothespins still attached to her nipples, making Erin groan. “Are you ready for these to come off?”

“I don’t care. I just want you to fuck me,” she said, the strength of her desire clear in her eyes. “Now.”

“Are you giving orders?”

“No, but I’m ready to take them.” She released her hold on his neck, stretching her arms out to her sides, awaiting his command. “Tell me what you want, Blake. Tell me how to please you.”

His chest tightened and his aching sac threatened to burst as he looked down at Erin, suddenly longing to dispense with the Dom-sub play and let this time be different.

He didn’t just want to fuck. He wanted to make love. He wanted to show Erin with every stroke of his cock how much he loved her. He wanted to kiss her softly as he slid between her thighs, whisper all the things he’d held inside as he thrust in and out of her tight heat.

“If you don’t tell me how to please you, I might have to start pleasing myself,” Erin teased, a naughty grin on her face as she moved one hand to her stomach and then slid her fingers lower.

“If you touch my pussy, you’ll be punished. And it won’t be that spanking I know you’re after.” Blake grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from her body. “Turn over. Forearms on the ground, hips in the air. Show me my pussy.”

“Yes, sir.” Erin smiled as she said the words, but he read the excitement—and relief—in her eyes.

She wasn’t ready to make love, not yet. They were both dealing with some unexpected and heavy emotions. He wanted to deal with them by delving right into the middle of things. She would rather distract herself. Erin needed to be fucked, controlled, taken in order to feel safe from the feelings that were scaring her. Blake realized that and was prepared to give her exactly what she needed. There would be time for making love later.

He and Erin were too perfect for each other to let a second chance slip through their fingers. They were meant to be together, a matching set, just like their tattoos.

“I think we’ll have to leave this exactly as is,” he said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the angel tat on her shoulder. “It’s not bothering me to have the same ink anymore.”

“It’s not?” she asked, her voice breathy with excitement as he ran his hands down her thighs to her knees and tugged them farther apart.

“No, I like to see my mark on you. Now tilt your hips.” Blake sat back on his heels, grunting in satisfaction as Erin arched her back and shifted her pelvis, giving him a clear view of his pussy.

Her flesh was dark rose, and her lips plumped to a point that they looked bruised. At the center of her sex, her entrance leaked clear fluid down her thighs. She was as aroused as he’d ever seen her. Either the nipple clamps or the love talk had done the job of at least a half hour of foreplay.

Call him a romantic, but he hoped it was emotion that had made his pussy so wet. Still, he made a mental note to invest in a set of high-end clamps as soon as possible. If clothespins made his girl this crazy, he’d like to see what a nice set of metal screw clamps would do.

He could imagine himself and Erin in his new condo in Miami, cooking dinner together, Erin with her clamps on as they set the table and ate. They’d linger over a glass of wine and then he’d have her dripping pussy for dessert, right there by the windows that looked out over the ocean.

Just imagining the scene made his chest ache.

He wanted that. He wanted it as much as he’d ever wanted anything.

“Blake, please.” Erin moaned and arched her back even farther, making it clear how desperately she wanted him to touch her, fuck her.

Any other time he would have made her wait, teased her into a state of even greater arousal. But not now, not when her need was so obvious and his cock felt like it was going to explode if he didn’t get inside her ten minutes ago.

Seconds later, Blake was out of his pants and kneeling behind her, fingers digging into her hips as the head of his cock butted against her entrance. He didn’t use his hands to position himself or spread the lips of her pussy to ease his way. He simply thrust forward as he tugged her hips back, shoving his engorged length inside her. Erin’s sigh of pleasure made it clear she loved the hint of resistance as much as he did.