Page 22 of Her Cyborg Commander
River pointed toward the ceiling. “Bedroom is upstairs.”
“We’re not going anywhere yet, minx. But we aredefinitelygoing to use that ladder.”
Edge was fighting a battle to stay in control, and he was losing. He’d known it was a lost cause the moment she’d asked him about surrender. Something in her eyes when she’d said it, a note of longing, told him he’d been wrong about River yet again.
He walked her backward, heading for the ladder that led to the second floor. The moment she reached it, he pushed in closer, sandwiching her between him and the metal rungs behind her.
“Take hold of the rung above your head. Do not let go.”
A spark of defiance flashed in her dark eyes as she looked up at him. “And if I do?”
“You already know the answer to that. Don’t you?”
“I think so.”
“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me what happens if you don’t obey me.”
She swallowed hard, her skin darkening as she licked her lips once before answering, “You’ll punish me.”
“That’s right.” He was almost purring with satisfaction now. This was what he’d always dreamed of… but he had to test her one last time. He needed to know if she understood what he was and what he wanted to do to her. “I will turn you over my knee and spank you, River. Then I will keep you there and fuck you with my fingers until you come. But only when I decide you can. Your body will be mine. Your pleasure will be mine. Can you give me that?”
“Yes, Commander.”
Commander. That word falling from her sweet lips was better than any orgasm he’d ever had.
Edge kissed her softly, cherishing the gift she’d given him, astounded at her easy acceptance of what he’d shared. “Thank you, minx.”
Tears sparkled on her lashes as she kissed him back. “Thank you. I… never. This is not something I thought anyone would understand. Not after…”
A piece of his heart shattered as she spoke. So much doubt and confusion. How long had she needed this?
He already knew the answer. It was part of who she was. Who she’d always been. Just as it was for him. They were made for each other.
“I know.” he kissed her again and then moved back so he could look down at her beautiful face. “It was the same for me. I will never hurt you, River. I don’t want your pain. I want your pleasure.”
She stood on her toes to kiss him even as she raised her arms and took hold of the rung above her head. “I know. And I trust you to know the difference.”
He didn’t answer her with words. There wasn’t any need. Instead, he gave her exactly what he’d promised. Pleasure.
His hands found her breasts, cupping the soft, warm weight as he teased her nipples with his fingers. She moaned, her eyes closing as he increased the pressure. When he took one nipple into his mouth, she shivered and arched against him, but her hands never moved.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered as he moved between her breasts, licking and sucking on them until she was breathing hard. “I want to see all of you. Now.”
He kissed his way down her body, enjoying the taste of her skin as he moved over her belly and down to where the scrap of black lace hid her pussy from him.
He got on his knees and leaned in until his nose pressed against the fabric and the scent of her arousal filled his lungs.
“Boots off. Tell me if you need help.”
“I got it.” Her voice was husky and low as she slipped her feet free. He really had gotten the drop on her. She hadn’t had time to tie her boots or put on pants before coming out to face what she thought was a potential threat.
He picked up her footwear and tossed it somewhere behind him. They were in his way, and that was not acceptable.
“Do you have more like these?” he asked.
“Some.”
“Good. He caught the fabric in both hands and tore, not stopping until it was little more than tatters that fluttered as they fell to the floor.
