Page 67 of Saving Veronica
“I have several.” He smirked at her, and laughed as she turned toward him, and pushed him down. He landed on his back in the middle of the bed and as she started to crawl on top of him, he reared up, grabbed her around her waist and flipped them over.
“Sorry, but when it comes to the bedroom, I’m in control,” he whispered, and frowned at her facial expressions and her body language. If he had to name one thing, he would say she just melted. “Are you okay?”
“You don’t know how much that means to me,” she sighed, and looked up at him.
Finn took both her wrists in one hand, and laid his other against the side of her face. After he gently kissed her, he leaned on one elbow, and said, “I’m a Dom.” Then, he shook his head. “Not that I announce it to everyone, but my dad and grandpa don’t know. It’s not something I like to tell everyone.”
“Do you belong to a club?”
“Not around here, I don’t know if there are any, but when I was on leave, I’d stopover in New York City and go to a club there. Last time I was there, was over three years ago.” He sat up and removed her shoes first, then his own. Then he stood and removed his jacket, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. “Want to talk about it before we do anything?”
“What do we talk about? I’m not a virgin, I know what sex is like.”
“I understand that, but are you a submissive?”
“I don’t really know.” Ronnie sighed.
“I don’t think you are in your everyday life, but I believe you may be in the bedroom.”
“Is there a difference?”
“Yes, and that’s fine. That’s what I prefer in a woman. I won’t call you a submissive, because I don’t think you are truly submissive in all aspects of your life.”
“How can you tell?”
“Let me ask you this.” Finn studied the beautiful woman lounging beside him and smirked. “Go get me a glass of water.” He had firmed his voice and made it a command, not a request. When he saw her expression, he grinned. Before she could make a move, he used the same voice and said, “Stand, remove your dress and wait for my next instruction.” She immediately stood and reached behind her. She paused and the look on her face was priceless.
“Oh.” She continued to watch him, and when he only quirked a brow at her, she drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and completed the task he’d commanded her to do.
“Christ,” Finn said, as he studied the woman before him dressed in a black lacy bra and panty set, along with a garter and silky black stockings. He frowned when he noticed something, and reached up and took her left arm in his, to inspect the scars left there.
“These look like they’re healing nicely.”
“They are, so are the ones on my leg.”
“May I?” he pointed to them and she reached down, unclipped the stockings, and slowly rolled them down. Finn watched her the whole time, fighting the urge to throw her on the bed and bury himself as deep as he could in one stroke.
He reached up, took her hand and helped her lie on the bed, so her right leg was facing up. After he bent close, he frowned. “May I?” His hand hovered over the scars and he saw her swallow, but she nodded her head in permission.
Finn ran his hand over the scars and felt her tense. “What?”
“They’re ugly, and they’re bumpy.” When she tried to push his hands away, he shook his head at her.
“But you’re alive, and it wasn’t so bad that you lost your leg to them.”
“There is that.” Ronnie sighed as she watched his facial expressions, and slowly willed the tension to leave her body. When he inspected the lower part of that same leg, she grinned at his frown. “Those aren’t as bad, only four little holes.”
Finn bent down and kissed each hole where the pins had been, then went to the thigh and kissed the scars the mountain lion had given her. His gentleness almost brought her to tears. She sighed when his lips continued to travel up her body, and she moaned when he rolled her over and captured her lips. Before she could wrap her arms around him, he enclosed her wrists in one hand, and held them above her head.
“Leave them there,” came the command. Ronnie felt herself become wet at the sound of his voice, and did as told.
Finn looked down at her and smiled. With her hands above her head, he slowly rose to his knees, to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Before he removed it, he pulled his tie loose and grinned as he reached up, wrapped it around her hands and tied one end to the headboard. He watched as Ronnie looked up, saw her hands tied and looked at him in shock. If the movement of her legs was any indication, he’d say she was enjoying it.
He jumped to his feet, removed his shirt, draped it over a chair, and his pants came next. Finn turned back to her in nothing but his boxer briefs. At the last minute, before rejoining her on the bed, he reached for his wallet and pulled out two condoms. He knew for a fact, once would not be enough for him.
Climbing back on the bed, Finn stared down at her, and when Ronnie closed her eyes, he said firmly, “Keep your eyes open.” They snapped open and he sucked in his breath by what he saw there. Lying out next to her, he gently turned her face toward him, swooped down, and took her lips in his. While he ravished her with his mouth, his hands were busy with her undergarments. Finding the front clasp of her bra brought him satisfaction. He freed her breasts to begin massaging them in his hands. When she arched up into his caress, he lifted his lips and stared down at her.
“Easy, there, Veronica.”
