The Dom of My Dreams: A BDSM Novel (44 page)

           
I sighed with relief as he climbed into the bed and situated himself somewhere near my feet.
 
“Spread your legs,” he commanded hoarsely.

           
His words were an order my body was more than happy to obey.
 
My legs parted as if in their own volition, spreading as wide as they could possibly go.

           
“That’s my girl,” Seton cooed.
 
Then I felt him lean between my legs and blow a hot line of breath over my aching folds.
 

           
I trembled at the unexpected sensation that flared through me.
 
My heart beat hard against my chest, sending a stream of warm blood through my veins.
 
I strained against the smooth material wrapped around my wrists and let out a pleading moan.

           
“Don’t worry, my pet,” Seton said soothingly.
 
“You shall receive your pleasure.
 
This is all about you.
 
Always has been.
 
Don’t you forget it.”

           
His tongue traced a hot path over my slit, making me moan as I held back the tears that had collected inside my blindfold.
 
Seton continued with his sensual assault, delivering French kisses to my clit as his hands slid to my hips, trailing a soft path over to my buttocks until he reached my cheeks, spreading them apart.
 
I let out a strangled cry of ecstasy when he slipped the tips of his fingers into my anus.
 
Sparks flooded throughout my body, making my legs quiver on either side of my sexual tormentor.

           
Seton abandoned his heady ministrations and proceeded to brush soft, feather-light kisses throughout my body.
 
He worked on me silently, using his lips and tongue to spread tiny sparks of heat all over me.
 
He kissed my stomach, encircling the navel with the tip of his tongue, then moved up to my breasts, flicking his tongue over one nipple, then the other, and kissed the valley between them.
 
He traveled up to my collarbone, my neck, my chin, my jaw, until he captured my lips with his.
 
Then he turned me over gently on my stomach, my wrists crossing together in their bindings.
 
He straddled me and continued with the same sensual torture, only this time he used his hard cock.
 

The flaring tip fondled the nape of my neck, then moved down slowly, achingly so, to the base of my spine.
 
He moved steadily down, tracing a slow line over my ass cleft before continuing with his steadfast descent.
 
Gradually, he worked his way down my leg, lingering behind my knees and my calves.
 
When he finished one leg, he started the other.
 
And on and on he went until his tip ended at my feet.
 
He teased the back of one foot, and I jerked away, letting out an involuntary giggle.

Seton laughed at my reaction as he ran his gorgeous tip between each toe, turning my giggles into soft moans.

“You have very sensitive toes,” he observed playfully.
 
“I’ll keep that in mind for later.”

He moved back up my legs, and this time he lingered over my ass.
 
With the pillow underneath me, my ass was now raised up in the air, so I didn’t have to buck up in invitation, but I did it anyway.

           
Seton chuckled softly.
 
“Yes, my pet, I know what you want.”

           
He parted the cheeks and I felt the tip of his cock slide between them, seeking my anus.
 
I didn’t want to be entered that way, not now, and for a moment I panicked and squirmed on the cushion.
 
I felt Seton hesitate.

“Don’t fret, darling,” he whispered.
 
“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

He reached my clit from behind instead, pressing his tip hard against it.
 
He began to move, slipping his cock up and down over my sensitive nub.
 

           
I gasped and thrust my hips toward his scintillating touch, wanting to feel his wonderful cock pressed tighter against me.
 
He put his hand on my back, and the warmth of his palm applied pressure, holding me still.
 
His cock explored my clit, its tip rubbing it, teasing it, tormenting it.
 
I moaned and thrust against him, my body quivering and spinning out of control.
 

“Come for me,” Seton uttered huskily.
 
“Come for me, baby.”

Suddenly, my body convulsed into a shuddering climax.
 

           
Tenderly, he spun me on my back again and straddled my hips, careful not to touch me with his body, then leaned forward to claim my mouth in a slow, earth-shattering kiss.
 
A mixture of pain and longing shot through my heart.

           
“You’re so beautiful, Marjorie,” he said breathlessly once he pulled his mouth away.
 
“Why can’t you see what others see?
 
What I see.
 
You don’t know how wonderful you are.
 
How special.”

His tenderness was my undoing.
 
Never had he said such wonderful things to me, and I was wary of their meaning.
 
Tears threatened to fall, and I fought with every fiber of my being to hold them back.
 

He went on.
 
“You deserve someone who loves you and treasures you and—”

           
“Don’t!” I shouted, shaking my head violently.
 
“Please don’t do that.”

           
His body stiffened above me.
 
A short, confused silence filled the room.
 
Then, “Don’t do what, my pet?”

           
I bit my bottom lip, stifling a sob.
 
I loved everything he was doing to me.
 
I loved how he’d blindfolded me, forcing me to take my pleasure from the heightening of my other senses.
 
I loved how, in his own dark and unique way, he’d shown me that I could trust him.
 
I loved how he’d traced the tip of his beautiful cock all over my body, and I loved how he’d made me come, and how he’d kissed me afterwards.
 
I loved every single one of our experiences together—even the not so pleasant ones.
 
I loved the way he made me feel.
 
I loved
him
.
 
I loved him so much I almost couldn’t breathe.

           
Yet I hated all of this at the same time.
 
I hated it because it would come to an end one day, and I’d be forced to carry on without him, and I’d hate both Seton and Jeremy for showing me the meaning of true love for the first time in my entire life, only to take it all away.
 
And now Seton was telling me that I was special and that I deserved someone who loved and treasured me.
 
He was being kind to me, patronizing me, cushioning the blow before telling me that it was over between us.
 
He was about to reject me.
 
It would be a nice rejection, but a rejection nevertheless.
 
Unable to stop it, a tear slipped from underneath the blindfold and trickled down my cheek.

           
“Marjorie,” he said sternly.
 
“Why are you crying?”

           
 
“Don’t show me kindness,” I cried out.
 
“Don’t show me affection.
 
I can handle your coldness.
 
I can handle your punishments, but not this.
 
It’ll hurt all the more once you’re gone, and I don’t think I’ll be able to recover from that.”
 
A loud sob escaped my lips, sharpened by the ache that was coursing through my heart.
 
“If you’re going to leave me, then just do it.
 
But don’t patronize me.
 
Don’t tell me what I deserve and what I don’t deserve.”

           
There.
 
I had done it.
 
I had let him see the real me.
 
I’d showed him my vulnerability in all of its naked glory.
 
I’d given him my heart and soul to do with them whatever he pleased.
 
I no longer held anything back.
 
He now had complete and utter power over me.
 

           
A profound silence took over the room.
 
Then Seton’s warm lips touched my cheek and kissed the tear away.
 
A calloused hand replaced his lips, carefully brushing away a strand of hair that had spilled across my face.

           
Seton was the one to break the silence.
 
“You know, Marjorie,” he began, “for such an intelligent girl, you can be horribly thick-headed sometimes.”

           
My body froze.
 
“What?”

           
He sighed.
 
“You haven’t figured it out yet, have you?
 
Are you so bloody oblivious to what’s going on?”

           
“Oblivious to what?”

           
He sighed again, grumbling something to himself about silly and clueless women, and with one quick move, he eased the blindfold away.
 

           
I squinted a little, my eyes wet with tears and perspiration.
 
I blinked them away and squinted again…and my breath left me when I saw him.
 
He was still straddling my hips, gazing down at me with a look of passion so potent I almost melted.
 
But that wasn’t what made my heart weep with happiness.
 
Seton was naked.
 
His body was fully exposed.
 
He’d shown me all of him, had bared himself for me.
 

           
“Have you…” I began, but had to swallow a big lump in my throat before I continued.
 
“Have you been naked all this time?”

           
A slow smile touched his lips.
 
“Yes.”

           
A faint sob escaped.
 
He had removed his clothes long before I confessed my feelings for him.
 
The implications of this act were not lost on me.

           
I strained against the satin bindings and sat up a little, wanting to have a better look.
 
My mouth went dry at the sight of sheer masculine beauty straddled before me.
 
His body was lean and athletic, muscular but not bulky, just the way I liked it.
 
His beautiful chest rose whenever he breathed in, affording me a view of his pectoral muscles.
 
He had a gorgeous set of small brown nipples, encircled by a light coat of hair that was the same color as his wavy tresses.
 
Soft wisps of hair scattered all over his chest, a thin line of which began just beneath his collarbone and trailed down to his pubic area, where his cock stood proudly and prominently, stretched past the navel.
 
I loved the way his pinkish balls hung taut beneath his shaft, and his narrow hips and muscled thighs were a sight for sore eyes.
 
He was beautiful.
 
All of him.
 
My lips trembled, fresh tears leaking out of my eyes.

           
“Do I look so bloody awful that I’ve made you cry?” Seton asked, an amused smile quirking his lips.

           
I laughed through my steady flow of tears.
 
“No.
 
You’re…you’re beautiful!”

           
He made a face at me.
 
“What every man longs to hear.”

           
I laughed again.
 
“I’m sorry, but you are.”
 
I cast a brief glance at my restraints.
 
“Seton, I want to touch you.
 
Could you please untie me?”