Savage Hearts (21 page)
He lost himself, and it was because she took him just as much as much as he took her.
The way he overwhelmed her, he saw it reflected in her eyes, felt it in the way her body responded, and it came back to him tenfold: an obliterating wave of sensation. He couldn’t look away. Couldn’t look at anything else but Cate’s beautiful face as she twisted and writhed under him, her hands tearing at the sheets, his back, the headboard, her eyes tearing as she came around his cock again, and again, and again.
He remembered thinking how dangerous it all was, until he wasn’t able to think anymore, and all that was left of him was what they made together. And when he woke up in the middle of the night, his cell phone beeping at him from the spot on the floor where he’d left his jeans, and saw that there was another text from his sister, he realized why Cate was so dangerous.
Sonya wanted him to know that people were asking about Julia. She wanted to know what Soren wanted her to say. Soren took his rescue dog Desi for a long walk and tried to think.
But Soren wasn’t thinking about that. He was thinking about how he hadn’t lost himself like that since Julia.
~ * ~ * ~
Cate woke up wet.
It took her a while to realize the dream she’d been having was more of a memory, that it had all been real, and that it was Soren’s arms around her, his bulk at her back.
His cock pressing against her ass.
She had never felt so lucky in her life.
He’d held her close, his big arms wrapping around her tightly. They’d fallen asleep like that. Or, more accurately, passed out.
Cate hadn’t known it was possible to…do what they had done. “Fuck” wasn’t the right word for it. It was like they’d ravished each other. The man she knew as supremely controlled, as reserved, had unleashed himself, and it had been completely overwhelming. He was right: she wouldn’t have been ready for that right away. Would anybody?
She smiled to herself and nuzzled his arm. Was he really like that with every woman he’d slept with? She couldn’t imagine, and, if she were honest, didn’t like to think too much about that. She preferred to think about Soren. He was like a hurricane; more than that, he had made her just as wild. She couldn’t get enough of him. Had begged him for more until she nearly lost her voice.
The idea that she’d inspired that in him, that he’d wanted her that much…God, she wanted him all over again. Even though it had been different than what she expected, less controlled games and power plays, and more wild, feral possession, she wanted it. She wanted whatever she could get from this sexual machine in bed with her.
Spanmore wild,p>
And she had a whole weekend.
“You’re up,” he said from behind her, and moved his hand to play her breasts.
Cate smiled into his arm again, and kissed it.
“I’m up,” she said and wiggled against him.
In response he wrapped his other arm around her, the one she’d rested her head on, and moved his hand between her legs, where he felt her wetness.
“Good,” he said, his voice guttural and gruff in her ear. “Today,” he said, “we play.”
Cate’s breath hitched. Then he slapped her ass.
“Go get ready,” he ordered. “Bathroom. Do what you need to do. You’re gonna be mine for hours.”
She almost complained as he released her, noting how much safer the world felt when he was holding her, no matter how crazy it seemed. She couldn’t even look at him as she got up and made her way to the bathroom, finding her weekend bag there—when had he had time to do that
?—
feeling more and more nervous with every step away from him.
No, “nervous” wasn’t the right word. Or maybe it was?
Nervous, and riddled with anticipation, and making herself crazy.
Cate took more care with her morning ritual than she would have otherwise, Soren’s warning that she was about to be his for hours ringing in her ears. Every movement, every gesture, every little beautification ritual that she normally took for granted became about this.
About him.
About whatever he had planned for her.
It made her shiver with fear and delight and tension.
Even his voice had been different. Last night had been…primal. This morning he’d used the Dom voice she’d come to know and love, the voice that resonated so deeply inside her.
She was ready. Wasn’t she?
“Cate!” he said from the other side of the door. “Are you hiding?”
“No,” she said, opening it.
Soren had put on his jeans but nothing else, and Cate allowed herself a long, delicious moment to ogle him. He was even more built than he looked under those t-shirts he wore, his muscles moving gently under that golden skin, dusted with a light layer of blond hair. And she hadn’t had time to notice his tattoos earlier, not in detail—there was a giant ship on his left
pec
, adrift in a stormy sea, the inky waves drifting down his ribcage and abs. It was beautiful, if not as beautiful as the man himself.
“Why did you put clothes on?” he asked, frowning.
“Just a reflex,” she said, S ked, frolooking down. It was her usual weekend get up, a t-shirt and shorts. “You don’t like it?”
“I like you naked,” he said.
“I like your ink,” she said.
Soren grinned, his blue eyes piercing hers. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for the type before I got to know you,” he said.
“Would you have pegged me for a submissive?”
“From the moment I touched you,” he said.
Cate clenched, but something inside her felt light and beautiful.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“Good,” he said, rubbing his stubbly chin. “That was good, Cate. Now get back over to the bed. In the center, on your knees and naked.”
In the center of the bed, on brand new ivory sheets that he must have changed when she was in the
bathroom,
lay a single item.
A black blindfold.
Cate shed her clothes as quickly as she could, hopping toward the bed with her shorts around one ankle and her shirt over her head—really, what had she been thinking
?—
earning that low, deep laugh that she loved to hear, even if it was because she was secretly kind of a goofball. Nobody ever got to see the goofball side of her, and now she was letting it slip. That seemed…important, somehow.
But now was not the time to think about that.
She was staring at the blindfold, suddenly very conscious of how naked she was.
“Now,” he said.
She climbed up on the bed, eying the blindfold. Was she supposed to tie it on herself? That would be awkward. It would slip. What if it slipped? What if—
“Cate.”
She swallowed. She was nervous. She was more nervous than she’d thought. She crawled to the center of the bed on her knees, her heart beating a wild rhythm in her chest, and waited.
“Face the headboard.” She felt his weight on the bed and her breathing quickened. What was he planning?
“Pick up the blindfold,” he said, coming around her side, “and hand it to me.”
Ok. She could manage this. Cate Kennedy could manage handing her Dom—
her Dom
—an instrument of domination.
She handled it as though it were fragile and precious. She could hear Soren’s smile in what he said next.
“Thank you, Soren,” she said. And she meant it.
She couldn’t see a thing.
It was a heavy black blindfold, meant to completely block out all light, and it worked. She knew if she wore it long enough she might begin to see stars or colored shapes the way she had when she’d closed her eyes as a child as her brain supplied stimulation where none was forthcoming. Her brain in particular was used to having something to
do
. For the first time she wondered how it might respond—how
she
might respond—to the absence of everything.
“Can you see?” he asked.
“Not a thing,” she said.
“Good.”
Cate gasped slightly as Soren pulled her hair away from her neck, the sudden touch jolting her, and giving her a preview of what it might be like when she couldn’t see what was coming. Jesus. It was powerful.
Soren kissed her neck, his fingers dancing along her shoulders, down her arms, all the way to her wrists. Every touch brought an answering throb between her legs.
“Put your wrists behind your back,” he said.
For the first time, Cate hesitated. Soren’s touch was gentle, reassuring, but still, she already felt disoriented and out of control because of the blindfold. And she’d only been bound the once, at the club.
“What’s your safeword?” Soren asked.
“Red,” she said.
“Your slow word?”
“Yellow.”
“And what are you?”
Cate licked her lips. “I’m your submissive,” she said.
She thought she detected a pause. Had she answered incorrectly? She’d told the truth. She’d…
“That’s what we’re going to find out, sweetheart,” he said. “This weekend is about submission. You need to understand what it really means to be completely under my control. I want to take you to subspace. I want to give you…”
Subspace? She’d read about it, but…
He stopped. His hands dropped her wrists and started their movements
again,
light, feathery, brushing her skin in a delicate tease.
“I love the way you feel,” he said, almost to himself.
And then he spanked h S hepan>
Cate let out a yelp that turned into a moan, the conflicting sensations overwhelming her with an intensity that she hadn’t known was possible. And that was just one touch, one slap. She panted, trying to keep her bearings.
“I love the way you touch me,” she said.
“I want to give you that,” he said again. “And then I want to take you again, for as long as I want, however I want, whenever I want, just because I want to.
Because I can.
Because that is my right.”
He reached around and viciously grabbed her breast, dragging another moan from her throat.
Cate tried to catch her breath and bit her lip. She could tell her nipples were already hard as diamonds, and if he tested her again, he’d find her wet.
“But that means you have to let go. You have to really submit. Accept that you’re mine for as long as we’re here.”
“I can do that, sir,” she said.
“We’ll see,” he said.
He brought her hands behind her back. The cuffs he put on her were made of soft leather, and they were just tight enough to remind her of her position without causing any undue pain. Just the feel of them, and the knowledge that she was now defenseless, turned the tension in her core a little higher.
She heard something, then. Rustling. Like he was rearranging pillows.
And then something cool and firm against the front of her thighs.
Oh God, not knowing what was happening was driving her wild.
