Controlling Interest (12 page)

“You look so serious,” she murmured, tracing his jaw with
her small fingertip.

“I want tonight to be wonderful for you, Mouse.”

She tilted her head. “It is—just because I’m with
you
.
Don’t put so much pressure on yourself, Master.”

He chuckled. “Hey, I’m supposed to take care of
you
.”

“It’s mutual, and I like it that way.”

“Me too.” He laughed because he realized it was the truth.

Tor cupped her soft breast, smiling as she shivered and
arched into his touch. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger,
pinching gently. She moaned, licking her lips, and he increased the pressure
slightly.

“Oh yes,” she groaned.

She lifted her leg along his thigh. He caught it in his free
hand, reinforcing his control by refusing to let her tempt him to fuck her right
now. He held her leg tight against his thigh. She canted her hips closer to his
straining erection, but he didn’t let her connect. He was in control here and
he hadn’t finished her bondage yet. Tor wanted her entirely under his control
before he let himself finally penetrate her tight cunt.

He released her nipple and she sighed, opening her eyes to
stare up at him. Tor smiled, trailing his fingers to her other breast. Mouse
wordlessly arched toward him, silently begging for him to tease the nipple he
hadn’t previously caressed. Instead, he brushed his fingers over her rib cage
and down to her belly. She gasped, lifting her pelvis toward his roving hand.
He ignored the invitation by continuing downward, skirting her quivering and
swollen clit in favor of her sensitive inner thighs.

“Please…” Her soft sob tightened his cock.

So responsive to him. God, he loved the way she moved. The
way she begged. She
was
the right woman for him…the right submissive. He
couldn’t ask for more.

Chapter Eight

Mouse sighed when he stepped back. She wanted to follow him,
but his expression told her to stay right where she was, so she waited.

“Climb up on the bed, sweetheart.”

She scrambled up, hoping that he’d climb on with her and
slide into her wet cunt. Instead, he surveyed her for a moment before picking
up another rope. She swallowed as she realized he wasn’t done with her yet. Oh
God, what did he have in mind?

“Sit facing me.”

She obeyed. As she moved, she was forcibly reminded of the
knots he’d tied in the rope. The pearl resting against her clit rubbed while
the knot between her butt cheeks pressed against her asshole. Both knots teased
her. Heating her body… Making her belly tighten as she fought against losing
herself in the pressure and the pleasure.

“Now, bend your knees and bring your legs up—bend them
toward your chest.”

She drew her legs directly toward her, leaning her forearms
on her knees. She shivered as the change in position tightened the rope,
drawing the knots firmly against her. Increasing the pleasure.

“Honey, I want your legs spread. I’m going to tie you in an
open-leg crab position.”

Mouse closed her eyes. Helpless. He really intended her to
be helpless. And she wanted it. Oh God. She
really
wanted it.

She reluctantly opened herself for him to look at and enjoy.
“Place your hands outside your ankles.”

“Master?”

“Yes, pet?” he asked as he climbed onto the bed with the
rope in his hand.

“Could I place my hands to the inside of my ankles?”

His brows drew down as he considered. “Why?”

She bit her lip.

“Just tell me. Always be honest with me.”

“When we make love, I’ll be able to caress you.”

He smiled. “With the hands to the outside it would be
harder, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Very well, I’ll grant your request.”

“Thank you.”

He chuckled. “We’ll both enjoy it. Now place your wrists to
the
inside
of your ankles, sweetheart.”

Mouse obeyed him. Tor leaned forward and ran the rope around
her waist, knotting it, then he drew one strand down to her left knee. Mouse
watched him wrap the rope around her thigh and down to her shin, securing it.
The way she was tied forced her to remain with her legs bent. Finally, he took
her left wrist gently, adjusting the space between her wrist and ankle as he
looped the rope around both.

“Keep your wrist and ankle an inch or two apart.”

“But then I’ll be able to move.”

“For now, but not once I finish.”

He leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips with his.
“Relax, pet. You’ll enjoy this.”

“I know, but it’s all so new to me.”

“Yes, you’ve been watching for two months, not doing…haven’t
you?”

“That’s right.”

“I’m glad. Seeing you with another top would’ve killed me,”
he murmured. Mouse blinked and met his gaze. He looked serious.

“Really?”

He continued to tie her wrist to her ankle, looping around
the strands of rope, taking up the slack she’d left with more binding before
securing the rope with a knot. Finally, he looked up to answer her question.

“Yes, sweetheart. I’ve wanted you to belong to me for so
long that I would not have handled it gracefully.”

“Gracefully? You’ve been a bear for two months. I’d hate to
have seen you grumpier than you were.”

He chuckled. “I don’t like to be hurt.”

She lifted her free hand and cradled his chin. “I am sorry,
Tor. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He held her gaze, smiling slightly. “I know.” He kissed her
palm. “We’ve both learned a lesson. No lies. Ever.”

“Not even at Christmas or birthdays?”

“Not even anniversaries.”

She smiled. God, she loved this man. Mouse didn’t know what
the future would hold, but she prayed it included the rest of her life with
him.

Tor moved to her right side and made the same ties there.
When he was done, she was immobilized. Her legs were bent and spread with her
wrists bound against her ankles. All the while the knots he’d tied earlier
teased her clit and ass. She sighed as he leaned back to enjoy the view.

“God, that’s fucking hot,” he growled. “And now I can
torment you and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

“Unless I use my safe word.”

“True. But given the torment I plan, I doubt you’ll be using
that safe word any time soon. I think you’ll enjoy every minute of this.”

He went to the bedside table and picked up the bottle of
water and opened it. He lifted it to her mouth.

“Drink.”

She obeyed, surprised her mouth was dry. How the hell had he
known that?

“Are you warm enough?”

She nodded. He frowned. “Maybe. I’m going to turn up the
heat just a bit.”

He crossed the room to do just that. When the heat kicked
in, she realized she
had
been cold. Her respect for him as a Dom edged
up a notch. She blinked as she realized that except for the night at
Unfettered, she’d never seen him top anyone. Maybe he really had wanted her and
her alone…

“I’m going to grab us some toys for play. Call out if you
need anything. All right?”

She nodded, but he waited. Staring at her.

“What?”

“Words, honey. I want to hear you speak.”

“Yes, Master. I’ll call out if I need anything.”

“Much better.”

She watched him return to the large walk-in closet to
rummage around. He returned with a feather, a flogger and a vibrator. Oh shit.
He smiled down at her.

“This position isn’t working for me anymore.” He told her as
he joined her on the bed.

Tor eased her onto her back which put her legs in the
air—like a turtle on its back. Vulnerable and open.

“Oh yeah. I like that,” he growled.

He reached between her spread thighs to stroke her damp
pussy.

“You’re so wet, the rope will definitely need a wash after
this.” He laughed.

“I’m sorry.” Her throat grew tight. She felt as if she’d
done something horribly wrong, but she couldn’t think what it was.

Tor studied her, still stroking her wetness. “Don’t
apologize. I like your pussy wet and ready for me.”

“But I’m making a mess…”

Mouse gasped as tears sprung to her eyes. She turned her
head so he wouldn’t see. What the hell was the matter with her? She was happy, but
she was crying, for God’s sake.

He leaned over her. “Mouse, I’m not your grandmother or
grandfather. To me you’re a
miracle
, not a mistake.”

She gasped, her gaze flying to his. Tears dripped down her
cheek. He gently wiped them away, smiling at her.

“I love you, Mozelle Vincent.” He lay down between her open
legs to kiss her, still stroking her face gently.

“You do?”

He nodded. “I was going to wait to tell you until you were
falling asleep in my arms later tonight, but you need to know now. And I need to
tell you. You mean the world to me and I want you to know it.”

“Oh Tor…”she breathed. “I love you too.”

God she wanted to embrace him for understanding. It was
suddenly too much and she burst into tears, shaking her head at her own
stupidity. But instead of chiding her, Tor cradled her close, kissing her while
she cried. Feeling the weight of him against her made her feel protected…loved.
She fought to stop the tears, but she couldn’t.

“Just let it run its course,” he murmured, holding her close
and kissing her forehead.

“I’m sorry,” she finally blubbered.

He chuckled softly. “I should have expected bondage to draw
out some unexpected emotions.”

“I feel like such an idiot, and I’m ruining everything.” She
met his gaze, humbled by the love she saw there.

“Never. You aren’t an idiot. BDSM is primal and it touches
the core of us. Remember how you reacted to Drago the first time you saw him
with a sub? Well, this is reaching something deep inside you too.”

“I wanted this to be special,” she groaned miserably.

“It is. Deeply special.” Tor kissed her again. “I’m honored
that you trust me this much, sweetheart.” He brushed her hair off her forehead.
“You know, I think the flogger can wait. In fact, everything can wait.”

“But I want to please you, Master.”

“You please me just by being here. By trusting me. We’ve got
the rest of our lives to play together. Right now, I just want to make love to
you.”

“Yes…please.”

“I’m glad we’re in agreement then.” He chuckled, lowering
his head to take her mouth.

Mouse relaxed, sighing into his kiss. Even though she
couldn’t embrace him in the traditional way, she drew her thighs into his
sides, caressing him with her fingers as he kissed her. He lifted his head,
meeting her gaze—a slight smile on his lips.

“So beautiful.” She shook her head. “Yes, you are. The
rounded curves of your body. Your wide eyes.” He stroked her wild hair. “And I
love these curls. The way they cling to my fingers.” He dipped his head to kiss
her again. “You’re perfect, just as you are.”

Mouse blinked, staring into his eyes. “You mean it, don’t
you?”

“Yes, I do.”

He lowered his head, dropping soft, teasing kisses along her
neck. She closed her eyes, reveling in feeling truly accepted for the first
time in her life.

Tor nipped at the soft skin of her neck and she arched under
him. Mouse brought her legs even tighter against his side, clutching him as she
tilted her hips temptingly. Inviting him inside. He ignored the invitation,
instead kissing his way to her collarbone then down to her breast. She shivered
when he breathed against her nipples, making them tighten in reaction. But she
wanted more. She needed his mouth to take her. Own her.

“Oh yes. Suck me…please,” she moaned, lifting her breasts.
Again offering herself to him.

Instead, he nibbled his way around the soft mound. Biting
gently at times, licking at others. She wiggled under him, trying to get him to
focus on her nipples. But he had his own plan for the night.

As Tor trailed his hands down her body, across her belly and
between her thighs, she moaned. God, she wanted his touch. She needed it, but
he continued to tease. To tempt. A fever rose in her.

“Tor… Please…”

He chuckled then bit her neck. “Who am I?”

“Master. I’m sorry. I’m still getting used to this but, for
God’s sake, touch me.”

He nibbled her jawline while his palms skimmed over her
sides. “I
am
touching you.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do. But we’re doing this my way. That’s what it means for
you to submit, sweetheart.” She twisted in his arms, but it did no good. “You
can struggle all you want, but you’re not going anywhere right now.”

She glared up into his bright blue eyes and growled at him.

“First weepy. Now angry. What else will you show me tonight,
love?” He brushed the back of his hand softly along her cheekbone, amusement
making his eyes crinkle.

Mouse sagged under him and took a deep breath. “I just want
you. Is that so bad?”

“No. But just relax. Let it happen. We have all night. Hell,
we have the rest of our lives. Let’s take our time.”

Reluctantly, she nodded.

“Good.” He tilted his head. “I’ll be right back.”

When he rose from her and got off the bed, her chest
tightened. Was he going to leave her? Punish her?

“Master? What are you doing?”

He glanced back, smiling slightly. “You’ll see.”

He went into his closet and came back directly with a
blindfold in hand. Tor climbed up beside her. “Lift your head, Mouse.”

“But…”

“No buts.
Lift your head
.”

She obeyed and he pulled the blindfold over her head and
adjusted the soft black velvet so it completely covered her eyes. This was a
new sensation and she wasn’t sure she liked it. If the rope bondage made her
feel helpless, this made it more intense because now she was utterly dependent
on him. Mouse could feel him beside her on the bed, but she couldn’t see what
he was doing. Couldn’t anticipate his next move. She just waited.