You Really Got Me

Dedication

To PG Forte—you saved my frickin’
life
on this one! I want to give you red wine, Black Mission figs, organic chocolate, foot rubs and rainbows with pots of gold at both ends forever. And to editor Christa—thank you for your patience and encouragement through the epic editing mess this became.

Chapter One

Jason followed Kendall into his bedroom. As she took in the flickering candles he’d placed around the room her steps slowed. Music pulsed quietly in an urgent, erotic rhythm and the scent of beeswax hung in the air. A smile curved her lips as her gaze roamed to his big bed, then landed on the rope and the blindfold lying there. Her eyes widened.

She swallowed and turned to look up at him.

Candlelight gleamed on her shiny dark hair. Her big brown eyes shadowed with questions and her pretty lips parted. So beautiful. So perfect.

 
In the time they’d been seeing each other, things between them had developed from a spine-tingling attraction to a deep, urgent need. Innocent dinner dates at charity events and restaurants had eventually led to sex, the best he’d ever had, sex that had become harder and faster and darker. Yeah, he’d pushed it, but she’d gone there with him. Perfect.

“What is this music?” she asked of the techno beat pulsing around them.

“Lords of Acid,” he said, holding her gaze. “The song is ‘Rough Sex’.”

Her long eyelashes fluttered rapidly. “You really need to start listening to rock n’ roll,” she muttered.

His lips twitched. They’d had this conversation about their divergent musical tastes before. Although before, they’d been talking about the differences between Rascal Flatts and Keith Urban, and the Doors and Cream, including a lively discussion comparing Keith Urban’s guitar skills to Eric Clapton’s.

“This music suits my mood tonight,” he murmured. “Tonight…I’m going to give you what you’ve been wanting.”

Her eyes widened again and she sucked in a breath.

Rough sex.

“You need this,” he said, keeping his tone gentle, holding her gaze steadily. “You know it, Kendall.”

“Need what?” she whispered with another nervous glance toward the bed.

“Need me to take control.”

She bit her lip, studying him.

“Been watching you, babe.” He reached out and touched gentle fingertips to her jaw. “Every time…I know you want more.”

“I’m afraid,” she confessed, still in a whisper.

“Afraid of me?” His thumb brushed over her bottom lip.

She shook her head, and pressed into his hand. “N-no.”

“Afraid of yourself.”

“Maybe.” She closed her eyes briefly. “I don’t like to let someone else be in control.”

“I know that, sweetheart. You look after everyone else…but who’s looking after you?”

He knew the answer to that. There was nobody who looked after her.

“That’s why you need this. Total emotional release. I promise you, baby, you’ll learn about parts of yourself you never have.”

He wanted to give that to her. Fuck, he wanted to so much.

He caressed her face and she closed her eyes again and rubbed into his palm like a cat, encouraging him. “You have to trust me. And trust that I take that responsibility seriously.”

He watched her face as she considered his words. Her gaze went out of focus as she stared past him.

“Kendall.” His voice a soft command, her eyes snapped back to meet his. “I want to do this…for you.”

She lifted her chin. “I don’t want to be tied up.”

He resisted a smile, his chest expanding a little as her words signaled her partial agreement. “Being restrained can set you free,” he said, pushing a bit more. “Knowing that another person has complete control over you is the only way to be completely free.”

She shook her head. He studied her face. But she held firm, keeping her chin up.

Admiration and warmth rose inside him. She was strong. Another reason she was so perfect. “All right,” he finally said. “Not tonight. I’ll leave you unbound. But you have to do everything I tell you to do.”

“Always negotiating,” she murmured.

Now he had to smile. “That’s part of it.”

“I don’t have to do everything you tell me.”

“Yeah. You do.”

“No. I don’t.”

His lips twitched again. “I see you’re not getting this control thing.” He slid his hand along the side of her neck, below her ear, so gentle. He leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth.

“All right, fine.”

He let his smile free. “Gonna blindfold you.” His fingers worked open the buttons of her blouse, one by one, then tugged the silk from the waistband of her trousers, leaving her standing in front of him with her blouse hanging open, revealing nothing, really, besides the satin bow in the center or her lace bra. So fucking sexy.

With his head bent, focused on his task, he unbuckled her narrow belt then unfastened her trousers. Loose and low on her hips, they easily slid down her legs to crumple at her feet. She toed off her heels and stepped away from her shoes and pants.

“Sit on the bed,” he ordered, his voice husky.

She moved to the bed and climbed on, giving the side eye to the rope and the blindfold.

He’d promised her he wouldn’t tie her up. Tonight. And he would never go back on a promise. He picked up the rope and tossed it across the room.

Sitting there in her bra and panties, still with the open silk blouse over them, she watched him take off his clothes, unbuttoning his own shirt and shrugging it off, then stepping out of the dark dress pants he wore. He watched her face as she studied him, watched her eyes darken, watched the corners of her mouth lift.

He stepped toward the bed and touched her face again. “Look at you,” he said hoarsely. “So sexy, in your pretty underwear, your blouse hanging open like that.” His fingers trailed down her neck, then brushed the blouse aside to expose one breast in sheer lace. Her breath hitched. “Your skin’s all flushed. Your nipples are hard. I can smell how aroused you are.”

She made a small noise in her throat, her eyes drifting closed.

He slid his hands inside the blouse over her shoulders, then pushed it off. Her wrists caught in the cuffs, and for a moment he gripped the fabric in one fist and held it. Trapping her.

She looked up at him. A pulse fluttered at her throat and her breasts lifted as she drew in a breath. He paused, reading her. Fear mingled with excitement. He didn’t want to scare her.

He released her, carefully working the cuffs over her hands then tossing the blouse aside.

He traced his fingertips over the top curves of her breasts in her low-cut bra. “So beautiful,” he said. “Take it off.”

She reached behind her for the fastening.

“Very nice.”

He reached for the blindfold. She bit her lip as he covered her eyes and fastened it behind her head.

“I like to see you,” she whispered.

“This will heighten all your other senses. Lie down on your back.”

Again, she obeyed, even though he knew how vulnerable she had to feel lying there nearly naked and deprived of sight. Brave.

The room had gone silent, the music stopped, but then faint tones began, slowly growing louder, ethereal vocals of “Musica Eternal” by Dead Can Dance.

“What happened to that playlist I made you?” she asked breathlessly. “You know…The Righteous Brothers. Rolling Stones.”

“You don’t like my music?” He grinned, knowing she couldn’t see him. Christ, she was cute.

She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip. “Um. It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just…I feel it. Inside me. It makes me feel things.”

He nodded, getting it.

He reached for her, held her slender waist, slid his hands up her ribcage, grazing the outer curves of her breasts, then glided them back down over soft skin. His fingers trailed up between her breasts. Then he bent to explore her and taste her with his mouth, slowly, in tempo with the music. He stroked over her limbs, dragging his tongue between her breasts while one hand gently cupped her throat. The music rose and fell around them and she made soft sounds of pleasure.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, kissing the inner curve of one breast. His fingers teased her bellybutton and shivers rippled over her skin. She drew in a breath.

He closed his lips over one nipple and gave a tug. Sweet. Her nipple tightened, perfect against his tongue, between his lips. A moan climbed up her throat. He sucked firmly at the tender tip, then moved to the other breast and did the same, sucking and biting so gently.

“Turn over, sweetheart.” Without waiting for her to obey, he lifted her and easily flipped her onto her stomach. She bent her arms and rested one cheek on her hands. And waited.

Jesus, that was sweet.

He picked up the crop from the nearby dresser and touched it to her back in a long slow stroke down her spine.

“What is that?” she murmured, lifting her head.

“It’s a crop.”

“But…”

“Remember, Kendall…you agreed. Everything I tell you.”

She lowered her head, but her body remained tense.

“Relax, baby,” he said, keeping his voice calm and soft. “Give yourself over to the sensation. Let yourself feel it. Just like you were.”

He slid the crop up and down her back, then tickled over her butt cheeks, mostly bare in her thong panties. He lingered at the crease where cheek met thigh. She shivered. And then he started tapping.

Light taps down the backs of her thighs and then her calves, up and down her legs. She shifted on the bed and he watched closely, gauging her response. So important not to hurt her. Ever.

He paused to lay a hand on her back. “Don’t fight it. Take it inside you. Own it.”

“I don’t know if I can do it…”

“You can. Don’t worry, baby, I only want to give you what you need.” He rubbed her back and she relaxed into the mattress. He began to tap her with the crop again, soft strikes against the curves of her butt, never the same place twice. Her eyes fell closed. He sensed her body softening, her mind drifting into utter peace.

The music changed again, slow, gentle piano chords, joined by guitar and rhythm. “‘Surrender’,” Jason whispered in her ear, naming the song. “By Mythos.”

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “It makes me want to cry.”

She was getting to that point where her emotions were close to the surface. Heat rushed through his body. He continued with the crop, harder, still carefully attentive to her responses. A soft exhalation escaped her lips and he sensed her growing euphoria.

God, watching her shiver with sensual pleasure. Seeing how she was letting go and floating. It fucking turned him on, so damn much. His dick throbbed at the sight of her, the knowledge of what she was experiencing. But it was more than just arousal. The fact that she trusted him made him feel powerful. Worthy.

He remembered this now, remembered why he needed to give this. Why he needed her.

Enough. He dropped the crop, climbed on the bed and moved over her, covering her with his body. A low groan escaped her. His erection pressed against her ass, getting even harder at the feel of her curves against him. “Gonna fuck you now,” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes.”

He smiled. He shifted off her and grabbed a condom from the night table. After rolling it on, he lifted her hips. He couldn’t resist bending to feather kisses over the small of her back, bringing forth more shivers. He smiled.

He tugged her panties down, lifting her knees to remove them, then slid his fingers between her legs. “Wet,” he muttered. “So wet. Knew you wanted this. Look how turned on you are, babe.” He slid the head of his cock through her slick folds. Silky. Hot. Christ. He pushed inside her. She whimpered.

He thrust inch by inch into her tightness, and she pushed back, making more small needy noises, wanting it, wanting more. “Yeah,” he muttered, holding her hips. “Oh yeah. Feels so good around me. And you need more, don’t you baby? Need this…” He gave her a soft smack on the ass.

She jolted. “God,” she whispered. “Yes. Please.”