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  Drawing in a deep breath, she set the pitcher down on the counter then grabbed a couple of glasses.

  "What do you think is causing the issue?" he asked. His voice had deepened, vibrating over the words.

  What the hell was he talking about? He expected her to carry on a conversation when he was looking at her like he knew what she looked like naked. She couldn’t remember her last name.

  "Issue?" she asked as she turned around and started to fuss with the drinks.

  "With writing."

  "Oh, the family crap. I’m sure it has driven me over the edge."

  But even to her own ears it didn't sound believable.

  "Really?" He didn't sound like he was buying her excuse. She wasn't buying it, so there was a good chance he wasn't either. He stepped behind her, resting his hands on the counter in front of her. He wasn't touching her, but he surrounded her. She felt the heat of his body, could smell the clean, crisp scent she always associated with him.

  "Put the glasses down, Jillian."

  He hadn't raised his voice. If anything, it lowered, deepening over the vowels. It sent another jolt of lust spiraling through her. Heat danced over her nerve endings.

  "Do it."

  For a second, she gripped the glasses tighter. She knew what he was asking. Part of her rebelled against the idea of doing what he ordered. Still, there was a part of her that wanted to do it, to please him. It scared her a bit—a lot. But she did as he ordered and set the glasses down.

  "Put your hands on the counter for me."

  Again, he didn’t raise his voice. There was a thread of lust in his tone now, one she had heard last night when he called her. Without a thought, she did as he commanded. It was as if she couldn’t think for herself, didn’t want to. Her body was throbbing and he hadn't even touched her yet.

  He inched in behind her, his chest against her back, his groin against her ass. His cock was hard, but he did nothing more than lean against her. The restraint was a power play. She understood that, and dammit, she responded to it. Her heart was racing, and she felt her body temperature soar. He covered her hands with his. When he spoke next, she felt his breath against her ear.

  "You have two choices right now. You can tell me no and send me on my way. I will accept that. I won't be very happy because I have a need for you that is about to kill me, but I will accept that."

  He would. She knew without a doubt he would walk away and allow her space. That made her want him even more.

  "The second option?"

  "I take you in your room and show you exactly what you're missing in the bedroom. You are a sub down to your toes, Jillian."

  She straightened, and he chuckled.

  "That doesn't mean anything against you—and you know that. It doesn't mean you aren't a strong woman. In fact, some of the strongest women I know are subs. What it means is you need something in the bedroom other men haven't been giving you. Considering what you write and how smart you are, you have to know that you’re missing something.”

  She knew that, knew it in her heart. Every time she slept with a man, she was satisfied to a point. There was always something missing in the relationship. Was it this?

  "So, tell me, Jillian, which one do you want? Do you want me to stay or leave? Understand, if I stay, you will go in that room and be under my control."

  She swallowed. She knew what she wanted, what she yearned for. The kiss the night before had told her that, had let her know just what she was missing. His quiet control of things always set her off. He’d turned her on with the order last night on the phone more than any man who’d touched her.

  "Jillian, tell me now or I will think you don't want me."

  It would tangle them up good, and not just in bed. Her good sense told her to ignore the need he built in her, but she had never been really good at ignoring her needs. She sighed.

  “Stay.”

  Chapter Eight

  Conner's heart was thudding so loudly, he was sure Jillian could hear it. He hadn’t planned on this when he had stopped by. He had expected to just say “hey,” and head out. That had been the plan. He didn’t know where he had planned to go, but he had needed to get away. She might have shown some interest the night before, but Conner wanted to make sure she’d had time to think about what he expected from her in the bedroom. It wasn’t something any person should take lightly, the Dom or the sub.

  But she had been standing there, wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a T-shirt, her frustration easy to see. He wanted to do anything he could to soothe the worries she had. It wasn’t that common for him to care so damned much about making another person happy, but with Jillian, he did. If she had sounded more believable in her explanation of her writer's block, he knew he would have left. But the tension between them was too much to ignore.

  He slid her braids aside, draping them over her shoulder, and nuzzled her neck. God, the woman smelled like sin. She was always warm, welcoming, and smelled of coconut and sin. How could any man resist her? He was amazed that she didn’t have a string of men waiting outside to have her. But then, Jillian was pickier than most women he knew.

  "Conner?"

  For the first time in all the years he had known her, she sounded unsure of herself.

  "What?"

  She shivered, and he felt it to his core. Her generous ass moved against his cock, and he thought it was a good thing he was still dressed. Otherwise, he might not be able to control himself. Hell, he almost embarrassed himself and came right there. He couldn’t remember wanting a woman this badly before.

  "Shouldn't we move to the bedroom?" she asked. The uncertainty he heard in her voice tugged at emotions he usually tried to keep hidden.

  He smiled against her hair. This was going to be the best time he’d had in years. She was always trying to control the situation, and he was going to enjoy breaking her of that habit.

  "Let me worry about that. I'd like you to take your shirt off."

  She hesitated.

  "This isn't going to work if you ignore my commands."

  He put enough steel in his voice to let her know that he wasn't fooling around with her.

  She did as he ordered, and he sucked in a breath when all he saw was her bare flesh. The T-shirt she had been wearing was big, so he hadn't been sure if she was wearing a bra or not.

  He spread his hands over her back, then moved her braids over her shoulder once more. He kissed his way down her back, nipping at the flesh along her spine. She sighed.

  "Your shorts."

  She hesitated again. He let his lips curve slightly. Conner was ready for this challenge.

  "I told you that you had to obey me. Do it now or I walk away."

  She did, and it was his turn to sigh. The woman was wearing a thong. It was blue and showed off her ass perfectly. His cock twitched. Hell, his dick was throbbing, and he wondered if there was any blood in his brain. He bit back on the hunger now clawing at his stomach. This wasn’t so much about him or his desires. He knew what he wanted in the bedroom. This was about Jillian finding out what she needed to be complete.

  "Give me a word, one that will tell me that I have gone too far or that you have had enough."

  "Chocolate," she said, her words coming out with a sigh of pleasure as he glided his hands over her ass.

  So smooth, so right. He hoped she was into anal because he could think of nothing more than fucking that tight little hole until she came so many times she couldn't remember her name.

  That would come later. Tonight, she needed to be taught a lesson—one that she would never forget if he did it right. He turned her in his arms and then lifted her onto the counter. Before she could think of closing her legs, he stepped between them.

  God, she was perfect. Her breasts weren't overly large, but they were pert and so firm. He ran the backs of his knuckles over first one nipple then the other. Immediately they tightened. They were so fucking responsive.

  He leaned down and took one into his mouth as he pi
nched the other. She threaded her fingers through his hair, but he pulled back and said, "Hands on the counter, Jillian."

  The narrowed look she gave him almost had him laughing, but he said nothing as she did as he ordered.

  "Good girl."

  She opened her mouth to blast him, he was sure, for the girl comment, but he slipped his fingers between her legs and pressed. She shivered.

  "You have to learn that was a compliment, and pretty soon, I can assure you, you will crave those words. You continue being good, and I will make sure you're rewarded."

  She closed her eyes and moaned as he teased her a bit more, then took her nipple into his mouth again. He was fine until he felt the piercing on her clit. He closed his eyes and called on what little control he had, but it was hard to do that. He could imagine just what it looked like. Trying his best to forget the picture he had created in his head, he kissed his way down her body. He reached her belly button and slipped his tongue over her piercing there. Maybe it was because of the woman and her rebellion against her family, he wasn’t sure. It represented a part of her personality that he loved. Either way, he liked it. In fact, he was definitely halfway to loving it. He loved seeing the metal shimmer against her skin.

  He tasted her flesh, moving his mouth over her thighs, working his way to her pussy. He tapped the insides of her legs.

  "Spread them."

  She did this time with little hesitation. Her breathing was faster, and he watched as her breasts rose with each breath. Damn.

  He went to his knees in front of her.

  "Scoot up."

  She did as he ordered again, apparently anticipating what he was going to do to her. Leaving the panties on, he set his mouth against her. He knew the added friction of the silky fabric would heighten her need. It would frustrate her. The barely-there panties would rub against her but not give her relief. Over and over, he used his tongue to shift the panties against her.

  But soon, driving her crazy was driving him crazy. As he rose to his feet, Conner slipped his fingers beneath the fabric. He slipped the thong off and tossed it on the floor behind him.

  He dropped to the floor again. His cock twitched as he saw the small gold ball on her clit. Fuck that was sexy. He placed a hand on each thigh and then set his mouth on her pussy. She was already wet, dripping with her need. The flavor of it exploded over his taste buds. Decadent—sweetness with a hint of spice. Dipping his tongue between her labia, he teased her clit and tugged her piercing between his teeth.

  She was squirming against his mouth.

  Soon she was moaning, and he could feel her approaching orgasm. He pulled away.

  "Fuck."

  He gently tapped her pussy. "Bad girl."

  She frowned at him.

  "First, no speaking unless I ask you a question or you’re using your safe word. And I give you pleasure. I am in control of that just as I am in control of you. If you can't handle that, we need to stop right now."

  He waited then asked, "Is that okay with you?"

  She hesitated, and that worried him. He couldn’t have her any other way. For the first time in years, he knew he couldn’t deal with her any other way in bed. He needed her absolute submission.

  Then, she looked him in the eye, her gaze steady as her lips curved slightly. "Yes."

  Something in his chest loosened and filled him with warmth. It was beyond the heat of lust, but he wasn’t ready to figure out what that meant. To either of them. Right now, all he wanted was her.

  "Let's go."

  He helped her off the counter and led her to the back of the house.

  "Which room?"

  "Last door on the left."

  He stepped into the room and turned on the light. It was a lot like the woman herself. A mix match of items that shouldn't go together, but they did. He led her to the bed and sat her down. He was happy there wasn't a footboard. It gave him more possibilities.

  She watched him, holding his gaze with a challenging one of her own. He knew there were Doms who didn't like that. They wanted a submissive to show it in every way. That just wasn't his thing. In fact, he found it even more arousing to have a woman who was strong, one who knew her own worth, yet allowed him complete command of her body and pleasure.

  He couldn't fight the curving of his mouth as she continued and refused to look down. Good. It was the right start to this relationship.

  Whoa, there. This wasn't a relationship. Not even the start of one. This was just…something. He pushed those thoughts aside.

  "Do you have a scarf or something I can use?" he asked.

  "For what?"

  "You don't question me unless you want to stop."

  Her lips twitched. "I mean, how long do you need? I have a bunch of different ones."

  "Long."

  "I have several longer ones in the top right-hand drawer of my dresser."

  She stood up to get it, but he shot her a look that caused her to stop.

  "I did not give you permission to move. Sit back down."

  She frowned, but she did as ordered. He had a feeling that she didn't like anyone invading her privacy, but she was just going to have to get used to it with him in her life. In every aspect.

  He opened the drawer and pulled out a long blue scarf. It reminded him of the waters in Kaneohe Bay. And Jillian.

  He walked to her. "I’m going to tie this over your eyes. You’re going to have to get used to my touch but also to giving over the control of your senses to me."

  She nodded but said nothing. He smiled as he tied the silky material over her eyes. He knew she didn't like it. If he thought it pushed too many buttons, he wouldn't do it, but he could tell she wasn't scared. He removed his clothes and still said nothing. Then, he joined her on the bed.

  "Lay back and roll over onto your stomach."

  She did.

  "Palms on the bed."

  When he had her in the position he wanted her in, he took his sweet time looking at her.

  Perfection. She was in good shape, yes, but not overly skinny. He didn’t go for skin and bones. Jillian had an abundance of succulent flesh.

  “I put the blindfold on you so that you learn to feel. Just feel and enjoy.”

  He brushed aside her braids to look at the colorful ink on her shoulders. The tattoos were over her shoulders and then the snakes tangled together on her back. He skimmed his fingers down her spine, enjoying the way she shivered. She was already in tune with him on some level. He could just imagine the further they went just how she would react.

  Without saying anything, he kissed his way down her spine. God, she was sinful. Even her flesh tasted of temptation. Sweet and tart and so like the woman he’d lusted for since he’d arrived. The scent of her rose from her skin, filling his senses, and his need spiked. It had been so long since he’d been able to enjoy a woman who engaged him on so many levels.

  When he reached her ass, he slipped his fingers between her cheeks.

  "Have you ever had anal sex?"

  She paused, and when she still didn't answer, he smacked her ass. The sound of it, plus her indrawn breath, had him ready to come right there. He was thankful for the years he’d spent training to be a Dom because it was the only thing helping him hold onto his control. His hand stung from the slap.

  "Yes. A few times."

  Part of him was irritated because he would have liked to been the first, but the fact that she had made it easier for them to do that. But not tonight. Tonight he was going to fuck that tight little pussy.

  He slid his mouth over her ass, nipping at the fullest part of it. She moaned and he did it again. The way she responded, he knew she was definitely ripe for a spanking. He wanted to rush, to turn her over and plunge into her core, feel her inner muscles contract while her wet heat surrounded him, but he needed to draw it out. He wanted her as on the edge as he was because he knew it would be more than either of them would ever forget.

  He sat up and slapped her again. Over and over he smacked her and
enjoyed the way with each slap, she squirmed or moaned.

  Soon, his hand was as warm as her ass, so he pulled back. She was squirming on the bed, and without a doubt, ready to do anything to come.

  “Turn over.”

  She did as ordered and he smiled—only because she wouldn’t see it. She was ready to be his sub by her easy compliance when she wasn’t thinking. She was already in tune with him.

  When she lay back on the bed, he had to fight to keep his breathing steady.

  The red silky sheets were another contradiction of the woman. One would expect that she would have something practical, because so much about her was practical. But like the tattoos or the braids, here she showed her inner self, the one who called to him on so many levels. She lay there completely nude, the red of the sheets the perfect backdrop for the work of art of her body.

  He shook himself out of the daze he seemed to be in and moved up to the head of the bed. After removing the blindfold, he wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it one long stroke. Then, he said, "Take my cock in your mouth."

  She didn't hesitate. With little preamble, she came up on her elbows and reached over to take him in. The first swipe of her tongue almost had him coming. She licked up and down the length of him, then swirled the tip of her tongue over the top.

  "Stop fucking around."

  She smiled up at him, and he knew she was doing just that. Or rather, fucking with him. She kept her eyes on his as she wrapped her mouth around his cock. He watched as each inch disappeared between her pink lips. Then, she started to move him in and out of her mouth. She slowly built up speed, using her tongue to drive him closer to the edge. She reached up and caressed his balls. He should reprimand her for doing something he didn't order, but fuck, it felt so good.

  Soon, though, he felt his release nearing, and he wasn't ready. Beyond that, the woman needed to learn that he was the one in control of the situation, of their pleasure. He pulled away, and she frowned at him.

  He grabbed the scarf. "Back down on the bed."

  She apparently didn't like his tone. He didn't give a damn. He wanted her so fucking bad that he didn't care if he pissed her off. It was good because that meant he was doing his job as Dom.