Page 26 of By Invitation Only
“Stunning,” he murmured.
My head hung as Booker continued his exploration of my backside. Then his hands hooked into the straps of my lace thong and down my legs.
“Step out,” he ordered.
I did. My kick ass Louboutins were the only thing left, and when I looked up to meet his eyes, he was staring at my center. I blushed under his gaze and waited.
“Lie on the bed.”
This was it. I’d already had his mouth on me, but we were about to explore another level. A level we would have to pretend didn’t happen. I turned and then started to crawl up the bed.
“On your back, gorgeous.”
I looked over my shoulder at him as he spoke and then I turned to lie in the center of the soft mattress. The white comforter hugged my bare skin as I watched Booker discard his tie and then his shirt. What I saw was something unexpected. His left pec and left arm were both covered in black ink. From what I could tell, it looked like roses scattered in clouds. There was also Chinese script over his heart mixed in to the design.
I didn’t speak, even though I wanted to ask what the script said and what his tattoos meant. He was fit—and probably not in the same way he meant I was. His chest and abs were chiseled, and I itched to reach up and touch him. My gaze traveled down his chest and stopped at the cut hips that started to reveal the V that led to his cock.
He bent and picked up my thong. “I think I’ll keep these.”
“What?” I laughed. “You can’t keep my panties.”
“Want to bet? Something to remember this night by.”
A sinking feeling descended on my heart as I remembered that this was only going to be one night. “Okay,” I whispered, and he stuck my panties in his pants that were now on the floor.
“I never thought I’d get this night.” He started to walk around the side of the bed as he spoke. “I always thought you’d be cold like your last name and brush me off. I also didn’t know you were into coming to a sex party, or I would have invited you a long time ago.”
“I’m not.”
“But you’re here in this bed at a sex party,” he stated.
“I never planned to be in this position. I came to serve Trent and I was only going to watch because my assistant told me I shouldn’t let this opportunity pass.”
He reached down and picked something up off the floor. “You would have joined Jason.”
My eyes moved to see what he’d picked up off the floor and they widened. “What is that?” I asked, forgetting about Jason.
Booker smirked. “This is what I’m into.”
“I thought you weren’t a Dom?”
He pulled the Velcro apart and reached for my wrist. “I’m not.”
“But you’re into bondage?”
“You’ve never been tied up before?”
I shook my head and smiled. “No, can’t say that I have.”
He took the black cuff and fastened it around my left wrist. The other side was attached below the bed. “I know you like to be in control. You’re feisty in court. But, when you’re tied up and let someone else take over your body, you’ll submit.” I watched as he moved to the foot of the bed and pulled another cuff from the floor. “And when you don’t need to make a decision on what to do or what needs to come next, you can simply enjoy yourself.”
“Who said I don’t enjoy regular sex?” I asked as he cuffed my left ankle.
“Just a hunch. There’s only one way to find out.” Booker walked to the other side of the foot of the bed and picked up another black cuff. “The only thing you need to focus on is how I’m going to make you feel.”
He grabbed my right ankle and pulled it toward him so I was spread across the bed. He secured the cuff as he explained, “Dominance is all about being able to read what your partner likes and doesn’t like. To listen to their breathing, to know what makes their back arch off the bloody bed and scream my name. If you’re not enjoying yourself, all it will take is for you to say no and it’s all over. Just like that. So you see, the power is all yours.”
“Shouldn’t we have a safe word?” I was certain I remembered hearing that before.
“What do you want it to be?”
I thought for a moment. “Red?”
“Red?”
“Like stop,” I clarified.
“Red it is.” Booker moved up the bed and fastened my right wrist. “Now, are you ready, gorgeous?”
