With Me In Seattle: Bundle Two (44 page)

I stiffen in rage.

Matt grips my waist tightly and whispers in my ear, “Just watch.”

“Did I specifically tell you to be quiet?”

“Yes, Master.”

“What happens when you defy me?” the man demands.

“I am punished, Master.”

His eyes narrow on the woman next to him.

“Get punished, my ass,” I whisper in indignation.

“Shh,” Matt breathes into my ear.

Without another word, the man yanks the woman across his lap and lands a hard
smack
on one of her ass cheeks.

“Matt, he hit her!”

“Wait,” Matt warns me.

“You’ll get six, one for each word you said to him. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she responds and moans in pleasure when he lands the second blow.

She likes it!

“Count!” He hits her for a third time, careful not to hit her in the same spot twice.

“Three,” she moans.

And so it goes until the sixth blow. He shifts her, cradling her in his arms and whispering in her ear, then removes the pillow from the floor and makes her kneel without it.

“You’ll get ten minutes without the pillow under your knees to make sure you don’t do it again.”

“Yes, Master.” She smiles sweetly and kneels at his feet, seemingly content.

“She could have used her safe word at any time,” Matt murmurs as he leads me away.

“She let him hit her.”

“He spanked her, sweetheart.”

“He left handprints,” I argue.

Matt grins wickedly at me. “Yes, he did.”

Holy shit.

“Excuse me, Master Matt.” A woman approaches Matt, her head bent in respect and hands clasped at her waist.

Her very naked waist.

“Yes, Anna?” Matt answers.

“My Master and I would like to respectfully ask if you would like to restrain me,” she responds softly. Her nipples are puckered. She’s clearly very turned on at the idea.

Fuck that.

Matt raises his eyes over her shoulder to see a man leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his muscular chest, watching silently.

“Why did Master Alex send you over?”

“Because it was my idea, Master.”

I just bet it was.

“I see. I will have to pass, Anna. I have a date this evening.” Matt smiles at me. “This is Nic.”

Anna frowns for a moment but then offers me a fake smile, nods at Matt and stomps away.

“You’ve clearly played with her before,” I mumble. My body is stiff in anger and jealousy, which pisses me off more.

What he did before me isn’t any of my business.

“Nic,” he begins, but I shake my head and try to walk away. He grips my upper arm and pulls me around to face him. “I may not make you kneel and call me Master, but you will not top me here, do you understand? The past is the past, and the only woman I’m interested in touching is the one before me.”

His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are deep blue and ice cold. His grip on my arm is firm, but he’s careful not to hurt me.

God, I want him.

“Yes,
sir
,” I mutter, stressing the word
sir.

Matt shakes his head and laughs, rubs his hand over his mouth and watches me carefully. “Jealousy doesn’t become you. I think I might have to teach you a lesson about who is in control here, little one.”

He takes my hand and leads me over to an empty platform that has suspension chains hanging from the ceiling. He approaches one of the dungeon masters and murmurs in his ear, then turns to me with shining eyes.

“I’m going to undress you.”

My mouth drops open in surprise, but when his eyes travel the length of me, undressing me with his gaze, I bite my lip and almost strip out of my clothes myself. I start to look around the room, but he grips my chin in his fingers and holds my gaze steady.

“You’ll watch me and only me. There is no one else here but you and I, do you understand?”

I nod, but he pushes his face closer to mine.

“Words, Nic.”

“I understand.”

“What is your safe word?”

“Red.” I swallow and watch his lips as he licks them. His thumb is tracing circles on my cheek, soothing me.

“Trust me.”

“I do,” I reply and know that I feel it, to my bones. He won’t hurt me, and won’t do anything to embarrass me. I can feel eyes on me around the room, but I focus on his voice and his blue gaze.

Focus solely on him.

A man drops a large black duffel bag at Matt’s feet and discreetly backs away. Matt tucks one finger in my red, strapless top and pulls me to him, kissing me deeply, firmly. His tongue slips between my lips and laps at my mouth, exploring every inch, as his hands travel around to my back to unzip my shirt then discard it to the floor.

I’m not wearing a bra, so the cool air and Matt’s kisses, the intensity of this crazy evening, have puckered my nipples to hard points. Matt drags his hands down my chest to cup my breasts, teasing the sensitive nubs with his fingers. I’m squirming where I stand, rubbing my legs together to try to ease the ache there.

Matt nibbles his way across my jaw and whispers in my ear, “Stay still.”

My legs still, earning a grin from my demanding man.

He gently trails his fingertips along the waist of my short denim skirt, unzips it and lets it fall around my ankles, leaving me standing before him completely nude.

He sucks in a breath as his eyes roam down my body, curses under his breath and then chuckles ruefully.

“I think I’m pissed at myself for allowing these men to see what’s mine. I want to punch them all for the thoughts that I know are running through their perverted heads.”

His words warm me, make me feel sexy and strong, and I grin back at him.

“You like that, don’t you, little one?” He kisses my forehead, my nose, and then my lips. “There might be an exhibitionist in you yet.”

I swallow and gape at him. Me? No way!

“I want you to sit with your legs bent and ankles together.” He helps me to the floor and kneels before me, my toes tucked between his knees. He unzips his duffel and pulls out long lengths of red ropes.

“I like red on you,” he murmurs as he begins to loop the rope around my ankles and feet. “You can touch me while I work.”

I smile and push my fingers into his light brown hair as he bends his head over my feet, working intently.

“May I speak?” I ask softly so only he can hear me. The music is too loud for anyone else to hear us.

“Of course,” he replies.

“This is sexy.”

“You’ll get no argument from me,” he says. “I’ll be checking in with you to make sure you’re comfortable. Got it?”

“Got it,” I reply. “I love how soft your hair is.”

He snickers and continues to work, looping the cord between each of my toes and back up to my ankles. When each toe is done, he twines the rope around my ankles and halfway up my calf, and then takes my hands and helps me stand.

“Bend your knees again.”

I comply, and Matt runs his hand up my inner thigh to cup my center in his hand. “Good, it’s not too tight.”

My hands are braced on his shoulders, but he grabs two loops that are hanging shoulder-width apart from the ceiling and pulls until they’re at shoulder height.

“Hold on to these so you don’t fall.”

I grip on to the loops and watch him intently. He’s begun to sweat, so he unbuttons his shirt and discards it without a thought, giving me a prime view of his gorgeous chest and abdomen.

I wish he’d turn around so I can see his firm ass in those pants.

But I know he won’t.

He won’t take his eyes off me, not while he’s got me in his ropes.

He crisscrosses the ropes, tying intricate knots, over my belly and around my back. When he walks behind me, I close my eyes, soaking in the feel of his fingers on my skin, the sound of his breaths, tuning out the eyes watching around the room.

Only him and me.

From behind me, he lays kisses across my shoulders and down my spine to my ass, where he presses kisses above each cheek, making me shiver in pleasure.

God, I want him.

I want him to make me come right here, in this room, in front of all of these people.

I want him.

The ropes loop around my breasts and over my shoulders but not around my neck.

“How do you feel?” he whispers in my ear, pressing his body along my length.

“Turned on,” I answer honestly.

“Good.”

He circles me twice, checking over his work, and when he’s satisfied that it’s not too tight and the pattern is to his liking, he approaches me and again presses his body to mine, his naked torso against my own.

“I’m going to tie your hands now,” he whispers against my lips. “If you start to lose balance, just say ‘stop,’ and I’ll readjust. You won’t fall.”

I smile softly and press a kiss to his lips. “I won’t fall.”

“God, I love this with you,” he whispers as he traces the ropes with his fingertips. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He raises my hands up over my head, and the loops I’m holding on to tighten, as though they’re on a pulley. My hands are pulled over my head, but my feet are still comfortably flat on the ground, so I’m not suspended, I’m simply stretched long. When my wrists are touching, he takes one of the loops away and has me clasp my hands together, fingers laced, holding on to just one loop, and begins to thread the ropes around my arms and hands and wrists, making his knots, watching my face. My eyes are trained on his face, enjoying the way his breath has quickened, the slight sheen of sweat on his upper lip, the way he bites his lower lip when he’s working a particularly difficult knot.

It’s like I’m floating, watching him, enjoying his enjoyment of the moment. My body is humming in anticipation, but my spirit is calm. My heartbeat is thrumming, my blood thick in my veins, and my pussy is as wet as it’s ever been, but my mind is content, and my heart is in love with this man before me.

I love him.

When the last knot is cinched, his hands slowly glide down my arms, my sides, up my belly to my breasts. He takes a step back and then kneels in front of me and presses a kiss to my navel piercing, which he’s showcased in a circular series of beautiful red knots.

He grins and kisses it again, then presses a string of kisses down my abdomen, over my bare pubis, and slips his tongue over my clit.

I suck in a deep breath and watch helplessly as he does it again, his eyes on fire with lust and pride.

“Bend your knees,” he commands and lifts me effortlessly, his hands planted on the globes of my bottom, pulling my core toward his face. My hands grip the loop, and I hold on as he tilts my pelvis up, rests my calves on his head and buries his face in my core, sending me straight into a high I’ve never experienced before.

I cry out as he laps and sucks on my pussy lips, presses his nose on my clit and buries his tongue deep inside me, sending me into the most amazing orgasm of my life.

Holy fucking hell!

I’m gasping and writhing as he sets my feet back on the floor and pulls himself up to stand before me. He grips the back of my hair and tilts my head back to devour my mouth with his. I can taste myself on him, and it only turns me on more.

“Do you know how amazing you are?” he asks, urgency lacing his voice. “Do you have any idea?”

I can’t answer him. I’m a panting, quivering, sweaty mess.

With a whispered oath, he digs in his duffel and pulls out scissors and begins to cut the ropes, my hands first.

“You don’t want to untie me?” I ask breathlessly.

“No time,” he replies. His face is hard and dark and looks almost…
angry.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “What did I do?”

He looks down in shock and visibly takes a long, deep breath, then wraps one arm around my waist and presses himself to me.

“Nothing, baby. You’re amazing. I don’t have time to untie you because if I don’t get you out of here and home in the next ten minutes, I won’t be responsible for my actions. I need to be inside you, I need to love you, and an hour in a private room isn’t going to do it for me. I need to get you home so I can spend the night showing you what you mean to me.”

I’m stunned. My mouth has dropped open, and I can only watch as he cuts through the ropes, tossing them aside impatiently. When I’m free, he accepts a blanket from the same dungeon master from earlier and wraps me in it, lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the room and down the stairs. I’m surprised to find that the majority of the people in the house have come upstairs to watch Matt work, but I’m filled with pride, too.

What he does with ropes is simply beautiful. He makes me
feel
beautiful.

I loop my arms around his neck and press kisses to his jaw before tucking my head under his chin, letting him carry me to the car.

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“Tonight.”

“We’re just getting started, little one.”

Chapter Ten

~Matt~

I can’t get back to my place fast enough. The ten-minute drive feels like hours. My body is clenched, every muscle tight with lust.

Fuck me, I want her so bad my teeth ache.

Seeing her there, in my club, with my ropes wrapped around her, the trust and love coming from her green eyes as I took her body to the edge of sanity and back again, was more than I’ve ever experienced with a woman before.

My body is drawn to her. I
need
to feel her flesh against mine. There is no want about it.

She’s as necessary to me now as breathing.

She’s still wrapped in the blanket next to me, her clothes tossed carelessly into the back seat.

“I forgot my sandals,” she exclaims as she sits up straight in the seat and turns her gaze to me.

“I’ll fetch them for you sometime this week,” I assure her as I pull into my parking garage. I walk around to her door and lift her easily out of the car, carrying her toward the elevator.

“Is there a camera in this elevator?” she asks casually.

“No,” I reply.

“Will you please set me down?”

I narrow my eyes on her, but she just blinks innocently up at me. I know exactly what she wants to do.