Page 13 of Nine of Swords
And now that I’ve crossed the threshold, I don’t want to wait a single second longer to devour her whole.
It’s hard to believe that I’ve gone for years without a woman in my arms, under me. For more than eight years, not that I was keeping track. I chose to stay celibate because I didn’t want anything or anyone distracting me from getting ahead, or reminders about how much I’d lost, or any connections, period.
Caring creates a blind spot.
In my job, having ties to people is a weakness.
Taking an interest in anything or anyone at this point in my life makes me vulnerable and exposed.
And it’s fucking dangerous for those people too.
But being assigned to this woman changed everything.
I’m ready to set aside every rule and closely held belief, to have her.
I’m willing to break down walls of my own, and hers too when I possess every cell of her body with my mind, tongue, mouth, teeth, fingertips, fist, and my cock.
I’m hard as granite, my dick swollen and pressing against my boxers.
And eager to end my long dry spell and claim her for myself.
Because to me, she’s already mine.
12
Sydney
I am not a virgin,but with this man, I might as well be.
This is the first time I’ve ever met someone who’s so easily takes the reins from me, both in and out of the bedroom.
Staying safe for all these years required many skills, but one crucial one stands out for me.
Control.
I lost all delusions of control when my parents were gunned down in front of me. The only real control I had, I learned, was within me. My mind, my body, my thoughts and my behaviors.
I took control that day, and even though I was thrown into the system, I never allowed anyone or anything to get beyond the walls I put up around me. No one can control me if I don’t let anyone in.
That was right up until Blade charged into my life. From his commanding voice to his imposing frame, to his protective stance, to his love of blades, to the way my body responds to his without my intending it to, I know there’s something different about him.
Then he took the extra effort to bring me my nine swords, and a few little pieces of my shattered heart felt like they were put back together again.
Then he told me to take my shirt off and keep my stilettos on.
And the scary thing is, I want to follow his command.
I want him to take the reins.
This desire may not last after the morning comes, but for now, for one night, I’m willing to let him be my master.
I’m nervous as he moves lightly across the room, his one hand already lowering his sweatpants, and when he stands in front of me, my legs part without his asking, making room for him to stand.
He cups my chin and lifts my face to look up at him. “I don’t think you’ve ever met a man like me, Sydney. You should know that from right now and for the next few hours, I’m the one in charge. I will probably bend you, but I promise, you won’t break. If anything, you’ll be begging for more. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
I nod. “Yes. You want me to serve you. You’re a dom.”
“That’s right, although I’m not the kind that’s into pain. I might not belt out orders, but you’ll know what I want and how I want it, one way or another.”
