The Prize (12 page)

I arched my chest, my hands going to his hips to hold steady.

“Ah. That’s what I like to see. I’ve wanted to do that all day. Your nipples are distended
far enough I can see the outline under the silk and lace. It’s fucking sexy as hell.”

I couldn’t breathe. He made it so difficult to turn him down.

“I want to see them. I want them to stand at attention all evening to make up for
the way they teased me all day. I want the rosy tips to stay erect for me for the
next several hours.”

How the hell was he going to accomplish that?

I shuddered.

“You like the idea.” His words were soft, and he lowered his face to kiss my neck
and nibble a path to my ear.

I tipped my head to the side to give him better access.

“Submit to me,” he whispered in my ear.

Shit. That again. There was no way I could deny him. He controlled me already, and
I was still fully clothed. Maybe I could chase him out of my system if I gave in and
let him dominate me.

Who was I kidding? It would make it so much harder to leave him. But it would also
be worth it.

“I don’t want to give you the wrong impression,” I whispered. It wouldn’t be fair
to lead him to believe he owned me.

“Let’s not talk about the future. I won’t mention it again all evening. Just let yourself
feel.” He flicked his thumbs over my nipples again, making me suck in a breath and
lean toward him.

I held his hips tighter.

“For one full night, let it all go. Let me make the decisions. Let me keep you on
edge. Let me take away the problems of the world.”

I nodded.

“Say it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes what?”

“I’ll submit to you. For tonight.”

“You won’t regret it.” He resumed his work on my blouse, releasing the rest of the
buttons and lowering the creamy silk over my arms.

I shivered. It wasn’t cold, but my skin prickled at the idea of being naked with him
again. I loved the way he looked at me, like I was the most gorgeous creature on Earth
and he was the luckiest man alive. What woman wouldn’t be aroused by that?

“Are you wet for me?”

I licked my lips for the dozenth time. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. I want you that way. All night long. Wet and needy. So horny you can’t see
straight.”

How would that be possible? Once I came, I would relax enough for at least a while
to regain my mental capacity. And I couldn’t come soon enough.

He trailed his hands down my belly to my slacks, unbuttoning them and easing the zipper
down. The cream-colored pants were flared, and they fell to the floor, leaving me
in a matching thong and bra and my heels.

I started to kick my shoes off, but he stopped me.

“Leave them. I like them.”

I bit my lip. If he wanted me to wander around wearing heels, who was I to argue?

Shocking me, he popped the front clasp on my bra and removed it also. My breasts were
swollen and full from his attention, and they stood pert on my chest as he stared
at them. The nipples puckered as the air in the room hit them.

Parker smoothed his hands up my waist and cupped my breasts. He pinched my nipples
between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted them gently in both directions. “Here’s
the rule for tonight. Your job is to keep these buds erect.”

I flinched. How was I supposed to do that?

“Do whatever you need. If they stay turgid from the act of submitting alone, you won’t
need to do anything. If they don’t, you’ll need to fondle them.”

He wanted me to touch my nipples all evening? I tucked my lips in to keep from moaning.
The last thing I needed was for him to know how arousing that was. I pressed my legs
together to trap my swollen clit between them.

He shook his head. “Spread your thighs apart, hon.” He waited while I stepped out
on shaking legs. “Wider.”

I held my breath and did as he asked.

His hands went around to my back, and then one lowered to cup my ass while the other
slid to the front and down to press against my pussy. “Oh yeah. So wet already. I
love that about you.”

He’d never found me to be anything other than wet because every time I was near him
I was soaked.

When both his hands came to my waist and slipped under my thong, I grasped his hips
tighter. He eased the wet lace over my thighs and down my legs until I stepped out
of them as he lowered his body to crouch in front of me. His hands went back to my
thighs, encouraging me with a nudge to spread them wider again.

I stepped out, and he leaned in closer to inhale long and slow.

The act was so unnerving. Even the idea of a man breathing in my scent made me moan.

“You smell divine,” he said, lowering his face without warning to suck my clit into
his mouth.

I arched forward, grabbing his shoulders. My arousal shot through the roof in two
seconds. And that’s how long he sucked me also. Too soon, his mouth was gone and he
stood once more in front of me.

“Let’s see about dinner, shall we?”

Dinner? He wanted to eat? Now?

He glanced at my nipples and then grabbed my chin to force me to meet his gaze. “Here’s
how this is going to work. You’re going to keep your nipples erect, or I’m going to
do it for you. Trust me when I say you’ll like your methods better. Are we clear?”

I nodded subtly.

“Words.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Starting now.” He lifted a brow.

I jerked my fingers to my chest and tweaked my nipples. Hard. Too hard. I made myself
moan.

“Safe word?”

“Red.” He was so diligent about making sure I remembered. As if I’d ever need a safe
word with him. Parker knew how to dominate like a pro. He would never push me too
far. He was too astute.

He smiled. “That’s more like it.” He spun me around and gave me a gentle shove. “To
the kitchen.”

Naked? I hadn’t taken much time to consider his entire plan. It flooded into me now.
He intended for me to eat in the nude, wearing just my heels and keeping my tits erect?

I was in so much trouble.

When we reached the kitchen, I tried to find enough brain cells to offer my help.
“Can I serve your dinner, Sir?”

“Nope. You can sit on the counter and watch me.”

Before I knew what he intended, he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the granite.

“Spread your legs. I want to see your pussy glistening while I work.”

I inched them outward. The counter was cool beneath my butt.

“And this is the last time I’m going to warn you about your nipples.”

I sat up straight and cupped my breasts with my hands, my fingers flicking over the
distended tips rhythmically.

“Scoot your ass back, hon.” He walked away as he spoke.

I shifted my butt farther back on the counter, careful to keep my legs open. It took
all my effort to concentrate on my nipples while watching him move around his space.

He opened the fridge and pulled out several items, the main course being a giant taco
salad that looked better than anything I’d ever eaten. The perks of having a fulltime
housekeeper were growing on me. Too bad I’d never have that luxury.

“Can I pour you a glass of wine?”

“Yes, Sir.” Perhaps it would help me relax. Not from the pressures of my everyday
life. Those were now completely ignored. Replaced by the stress of submitting to this
gorgeous man padding around his kitchen servicing me. Or forcing me to service myself.

A minute later, he held a glass to my lips and cupped the back of my head to help
me take a drink.

It was cool and crisp and refreshing. The fruity taste slid over my tongue and brought
my taste buds to life.

“You like that one?”

“Very much, Sir.”

He set the glass on the counter next to me and picked up the bottle again. Before
I knew it, he set the cold glass against my pussy between my legs and rolled it back
and forth.

I sat straighter, flinching at the contact.

“Do I have your attention?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He removed the bottle and set it on the other side of the sink to resume gathering
dishes and utensils while I caught my breath.

My clit throbbed from the cold contact. The moisture between my legs increased. I
squeezed the walls of my sex, wishing something were inside me to relieve the pressure.

It was unlikely I would be getting the needed relief anytime soon.

After he carried everything to the table, he came back, lifted me to the floor, and
patted my butt. “Sit at the table, hon. I’ll let you feed yourself as long as you’re
able to manage both tasks.”

Feed myself? My face flushed with heat at the idea of him feeding me. A tightness
in my belly clenched as I crossed the room on my heels, wobbly with need.

How was I going to eat and pinch my nipples at the same time?

I eased into the chair, releasing my breasts to scoot in and then lifting my fingers
back to my sensitive buds. I was growing more aroused by the minute from masturbating
my chest alone.

“You’re so sexy,” he said as he lowered into the chair next to me at the end of the
table. “Spread your thighs. Wrap your ankles around the legs of the chair.”

I opened myself up to him, aware of the glass table that allowed him to see my pussy
while we ate.

“May I serve you?” he asked, nodding at the salad as he lifted the tongs.

“Please, Sir.”

A moment later, he had my plate filled with the colorful salad. I inhaled while I
eyed the tomatoes, corn, black beans, carrots, and lettuce. The salad was tossed in
what looked like a spicy ranch dressing. And Parker sprinkled the top with tortilla
chips and salsa.

“That looks and smells delicious.”

“It’s one of Ruth’s specialties. Although she always teases me when I ask her to make
it. For some reason, the woman thinks I should eat caviar and drink champagne every
night.” He chuckled. “I like simple foods. She must have been excited to find I had
a female guest.”

“You seriously don’t have women over often?”

He stopped shuffling salad onto his plate to look at me quizzically. “Why is that
so hard to believe?”

I shrugged, holding my nipples between my fingers and thumbs, feeling ridiculous.
“You’re a Dom. I assume you occasionally take a submissive.”

“I do. Though it’s been a while. But I don’t bring them here.”

“Why?”

His turn to shrug. “Never thought about it. Guess my place is sacred.”

I flushed again. He hadn’t invited me either. I’d simply shown up. Had I overstepped
my bounds?

He chuckled. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve never been happier to have a woman
in my house. You were not uninvited. I asked you to come last weekend, remember?”

He had. This was true.

“Eat.” He lifted his fork and pointed at my plate.

I released my nipples. Would he give me a pass while I ate?

He took a bite and then a sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving my chest while I
filled my mouth and set my fork down.

He lifted one brow.

I leaned back and flicked my thumbs over my nipples, instantly more aroused. Amazed
by how well he could control me with his expression.

The salad was amazing, and I chewed and swallowed the bite, anxious to reach for more.
I took a sip of wine next and then another bite.

Parker stared at my chest the entire time while he ate without glancing down for more
than a few moments at a time.

I ate with one hand and flicked my tits with my other, back and forth. It was hard
to concentrate on both activities, but my arousal grew and my chest swelled more.

When I was stuffed, I finished my glass of wine and leaned back, wiping my mouth on
the cloth napkin.

“Ruth left us a cheesecake,” he commented.

“Dessert too?” Heaven.

He scooted his chair back and took our plates to the sink. I caught my breath while
he rummaged around behind me, returning a few times with plates and forks and wine
and then the cheesecake. The thick rich layers of chocolate and regular cheesecake
were stacked high. How were the two of us going to make a dent in it?

As if he read my mind, he commented while he cut two slices. “Don’t worry, the employees
on my floor love to see what I’ll bring to the office about half the days.”

He served me a slice I’d never be able to finish and pushed my plate toward me. When
he finished, he set the knife down and leaned forward. “Now, what are we going to
do about your nipples?”

I gasped, glancing down to see I’d totally forgotten them.

He smiled, cocking his head to one side. “No worries.” He leaned his body one direction
and reached into his jeans pocket to pull something out.