His to Command #3: The Revelation (2 page)

“Kate … ”

She drew in a deep breath and pushed her shoulders back. “I don’t understand why Ileana lied to me, or that stranger did what he did, but … I never should have believed them.” She gazed at Matt, willing him to see into her soul. “I want you to know that I do trust you.”

Anger blazed in Matt’s eyes. “If I had known what was happening …” His hands clenched into fists. “If I had gotten my hands on the guy …”

He wasn’t hearing what she wanted him to hear. She wanted him to understand—to believe—how deeply she did trust him. The man at the party had drawn on her trust of Matt, and betrayed it. Despite what happened to her, if Matt wanted to chain her to the wall now, she would totally trust him. She knew he would never hurt her, even if he wanted to punish her. Because his punishment always led to shared pleasure.

Her insides heated at the memory of Matt’s hand slapping across her ass, leaving her skin tingling.

Maybe she could prove to him just how much she trusted him.

“Matt, never mind that now.” She stood up and held out her hand. “Come with me.”

He watched her for a moment, his glinting gaze piercing through her. Then he stood up and took her hand.

Oh, God, the feel of his strong, masculine fingers wrapped around her smaller ones sent heat pumping through her. His bedroom was huge, and she led him to a big couch facing the large window that overlooked a ravine behind the house. Moonlight cascaded over the icy landscape, illuminating it in a soft, white glow.

She walked to the back of the couch and released his hand, then she leaned over the couch, slowly drawing up her nightshirt as she bent over. She could feel the cool air on her naked behind. She only wore a thong, so he would have a full view of her naked ass.

* * *

“What the hell are you doing?” Matt had trouble keeping his voice steady with her leaning over the back of the couch, her deliciously round, naked ass totally exposed.

“Punish me, Matt.”

His pulse quickened and his fingers itched to reach for her. To stroke along that smooth, white flesh.

Fuck. “But, Kate, after what you went through …”

“I trust you, Matt. I know you’d never hurt me.”

Her words reached inside him and tore at his heart. How could he turn down her show of trust?

He stared at her creamy, round flesh, the moonlight caressing it in soft light. He stepped closer, unable to resist the need to touch her, his cock swelling painfully.

But he shouldn’t get involved with her physically, since starting a romantic relationship with her again was not an option. Having sex, or whatever this would be, was a bad idea. A really bad idea.

But she trusted him. And this would be a healing step for her—to get past what that guy had done to her. He couldn’t say no.

Fuck, he didn’t want to say no.

* * *

As Kate felt him draw near, she thought she might feel anxiety, given her experience with Victor, but she really did trust Matt. Completely.

She felt Matt’s hand on her ass. She expected an immediate slap, but instead, he stroked. Gently. Tenderly. His big hand cupped her, then glided sideways. As he stroked her buttocks, heat washed through her at his masculine touch. His was so big and strong. She wanted him to touch more of her. Her nipples peaked at the thought, and her insides tightened.

Then his hand drew away. Suddenly, it smacked across her ass, making her gasp. It didn’t hurt, but it smarted. Her skin tingled where his hand still rested against her.

Then he drew back his hand and smacked her again.

* * *

Her gasp sent heat thrumming through him. His cock swelled even harder. He smacked again, then left his hand resting on her heated skin. Her ass was so round and perfect. He raised his hand and smacked again.

He could hear her accelerated breathing. She was turned on. He smacked again and she gasped again, then moaned.

“Do you like this, Kate?”

“Oh, yes, Sir.”

Oh, fuck. His cock jerked to full mast. He wanted to drive into her so badly.

“Do you want me to keep spanking you?”

“Yes, please, Sir.” She squirmed, her glowing red ass beckoning to him.

* * *

Kate couldn’t believe how this made her feel. His smack stung, making her skin tingle. And she wanted more. Excitement churned through her and she could feel the moisture pooling between her legs.

“Please, Sir, punish me.”

* * *

Matt stifled a groan. Her words were killing him, sucking the strength from him. She owned him. But he didn’t care right now. He wanted to give her what she wanted.

He smacked her again and she moaned. Again and again his hand clashed with her flesh, the smack sounding loudly in the silence of the room.

“Oh, yes.” Her breathy words ground through him.

God, he wanted her right now. He would love to pull aside the crotch of her thong and drive right into her. But he wouldn’t. That’s not what she’d invited him to do. He smacked again and her ecstatic moan thrilled him.

He sensed she was close to orgasm. He didn’t know if the spanking would take her all the way there or not. And he didn’t want to keep hitting her. To bring her release, he’d have to go harder, faster. Her skin already sported an angry redness.

He wanted to caress her. To bring her pleasure. So as he smacked her again, he stroked her ass with his other hand. Then glided his fingers between her legs. Fuck, she was wet. He smacked again as his fingers slid beneath the crotch of her thong.

* * *

Kate’s breath caught as she felt his fingers glide under her thong. He smacked and she cried out, then the rising pleasure blossomed as his fingers slid over her slick opening. She gasped at his sure stroke, pleasure pummeling through her.
Smack
.

“Oh, Sir. Oh—” She gasped as he found her clit. “Oh, please, yes.” She sucked in air as his fingers glided inside her, his other hand smacking again. Her whole body vibrated in need as she relinquished herself to him. A swell of intense sensation rose within her and she moaned her release. Ecstatic joy blasted through her and she arched against his hand, then wailed. The agony of her release shattered through her.

* * *

Matt couldn’t believe the intensity of her orgasm. He practically ejaculated on the spot. But he held it back. That wasn’t what this was about.

But what was it about? Did she just want to assuage her guilt for walking out on him? Did she just want to get off?

Two years ago, he’d been sure she’d been as in love with him as he was with her, but he’d grown to realize that wasn’t true. And she hadn’t denied it a few minutes ago when he’d said he believed she’d wanted to end the relationship with him.

But right now, he felt close to her. Just like he had before. He felt
love
for her.

Damn fool that he was.

He put his hands on her waist and drew her to her feet. She turned and faced him. Her face was aglow. Soft. Feminine. Radiant from the pleasure he’d just given her.

God, he wanted her so badly.

She gazed deep into his eyes and seemed to recognize his need. She tipped her mouth up. The tip of her tongue glided over her lips.

Fuck, he couldn’t help himself. He took her in his arms and kissed her. Her soft mouth yielded to his. He drove his tongue into her, needing to possess her.

* * *

Kate melted against him. He took her mouth with confidence, his tongue gliding deep, exploring her with authority. Her insides ached in need. Her nipples drove into his chest, longing for his attention.

But there was something she needed even more.

His mouth withdrew and he gazed down at her.

“Fuck, Kate, the way you’re looking at me …”

“I want you to …” She drew in a shaky breath. “I need …”

His hands tightened around her shoulders.

“What is it? What do you need?”

She couldn’t just ask him. But … she could … beg. Like she’d done so often in the past.

“Please, Sir. I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes clouded and he hesitated, but he didn’t draw away.

She stepped back and stripped off her thong, then leaned over the couch again, offering herself.

She heard him release a pent-up breath. He stepped behind her and she expected his hard cock to drive into her.

Instead, he took her shoulders and drew her upward, then turned her around so they were face-to-face and pulled her into another heart-shattering kiss.

His lips parted from hers and he gazed at her with a fierce expression. “Tell me again what you want.”

He seemed close to losing control and that thrilled her. “Please, Sir, I want every inch of you inside me.”

And she did. God, her insides ached with the need to feel him inside her. Stretching her.
Filling
her.

He dropped his pajama pants to the floor, then backed her against the wall so fast she gasped. His fingers found her opening and stroked.

“Oh, yes.”

He groaned, then hard, hot flesh pushed against her. His cockhead teased her opening.

“Hard. Drive into me hard, Sir.”

His fierce glare, shimmering with defiance, cut through her. Would he refuse?

But he drove into her, his hard column of flesh impaling her in one sure stroke.

He held her tight to his body, crushing her against his broad chest. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said with a slow breath. Oh, God, she’d almost forgotten how long and thick he was. Almost. Her body remembered, and embraced him. She quivered as they stood there, his big cock deep inside her, his body crushing her to the wall.

He gazed down at her and the intensity of his dark blue eyes unnerved her.

Almost as if … No, she wouldn’t believe that he loved her.

She squeezed him with intimate muscles and he groaned.

* * *

Matt couldn’t help himself. She squeezed and he responded. He lifted her legs and she wrapped them around him, then he drew back and drove deep again. Deep into her hot velvet depths.

“Oh, yes.”

Her words, dripping in pleasure, rocked through him. He didn’t know how long he’d last. He was so close, so delirious with need being inside her like this.

Her fingers tightened around his shoulders as he drove in again and again. His cock ached as the cool air surrounded him, then he drove into her hot depths again. Cool, hot, cool, hot. She arched against him and moaned. He gritted his teeth, willing himself to hold back. Just long enough …

“Oh, God, yes.” She threw her head back. “Oh, yes …” Her fingers tightened. “You’re making me …”

Her passage tightened around him as she shuddered in orgasm. He thrust deep and let go. His balls tightened and heat coursed through him, flooding into her.

He held her soft body tight to him as he came. The intensity of it heightened every sensation. Her nipples pressed into him. Her hot sheath around him. Her soft breathing against his neck. The thumping of her heart against his chest.

He held her close, never wanting to let her go.

But knowing he had to.

He gazed down at her and her eyelids fluttered open, revealing her big, beautiful blue eyes. Their gazes locked, then her eyes widened and … Oh, fuck, he could sense her drawing away. The open, vulnerable look in her eyes closed and her body tensed ever so slightly.

But her heart still beat close to his, and her hot sheath still surrounded him.

He wasn’t willing to give up this closeness again. Not yet.

He captured her mouth, swirling his tongue against hers, then he swept her into his arms and carried her to his bed.

* * *

Kate’s breath caught as Matt laid her on his bed. She didn’t know what to think. Didn’t know what to feel. Having Matt inside her again, making love to her … Oh, God, it had been sheer heaven. But then when she’d opened her eyes and seen him staring down at her … What did he think? She didn’t dare to believe he would want her again.

Sure, he’d made love to her, but any man would take an opportunity like that. A woman offering sex … why would he say no? But for her, it had been so much more. After two years of believing the worst of him, and now finding out it was all a lie, she realized Matt really was the man she’d fallen in love with back then.

He drew her against his body, spooning her, his arms wrapped around her waist. The staccato patter of ice pellets hitting the window signaled the return of the freezing rain, but she’d never felt so warm or so protected, curled up tight against Matt’s big, hard body with his strong arms around her.

She sank into the heaven that she found herself in and soon fell sound asleep.

* * *

Matt held her close, loving the feel of her soft, warm body close to his. She hadn’t intended for them to have sex tonight and she would probably regret it in the morning, so he would enjoy this night with her in his arms before they went their separate ways.

She murmured in her sleep and shifted closer to him, her soft, round behind pressing tighter against his groin. God, how could he not get carried away with …

Oh, fuck. He hadn’t used protection. When she’d begged him to fuck her, his cock had been doing all the thinking. Not that that was an excuse.

He knew she was safe. He’d been tested since his latest, short relationship ended eight months ago. He was clean, and she probably was, too. He’d find that out later.

But what if she wasn’t on birth control?

* * *

Kate awoke to the glint of sunshine. She opened her eyes and realized she didn’t recognize the room she was in … and there was a hot, hard body pressed against the back of her, and big, strong arms around her.

Matt.

Oh, God, she’d had sex with Matt last night.

His breath against her temple was slow and steady. He was still asleep. She drew in a slow breath, then shifted forward slightly, trying to slip from his embrace, but his arms tightened around her.

“You know, you don’t have to run away anymore.” His deep voice rumbled from his chest, then his lips caressed her ear.

“I wasn’t trying to run.” It was actually a lie. If she’d been able to slip away, she would have dashed back to her room, gotten dressed, then pretended this had never happened. Now she had to face what they’d done head-on.