Page 12 of Nine of Swords
So, maybe she’s not as innocent as she seems.
This woman I’m supposed to protect, this innocent looking girl, she has one dark puzzle piece in the center of her soul, just begging to be seen, held, and touched.
Desperate to be claimed and dominated.
Fighting to be possessed and used.
And I’m just the right son of a bitch for the job.
She’s forbidden to me, but at this point, I don’t fucking care.
I am going to own her.
Something I saw in her eyes that first few hours with her makes me almost sure she is. Thinking back, it might have been the way she would taunt me with her blatant defiance in her words, yet that rebelliousness never seemed to match the vulnerable look in her eyes. It could be how she seemed so satisfied whenever I gave her the satisfaction of showing my reaction to something she would say. From what I’ve experienced before, my past submissive fuck buddies—and that’s all they ever were because I’m not the relationship type—all craved pleasing their partners. The feedback loop was a crucial ingredient. My past subs got off on learning that it was their obedience or compliance that directly caused me to either get hard, feel insane over-the-top pleasure, or to come hard.
That’s what I see in Sydney.
That she fucking gets off on the fact that something she says or does will taunt me or annoy the fuck out of me. I suspect she’ll be exactly the same way knowing that her gorgeous body, her submission to my demands, and her compliance in this very bed will all clear a path to one of the most explosive fuck sessions I’ve ever had.
I have to wonder whether she has ever explored this side of herself. Does she know she’s going to be my sub? Well, she’ll find out soon enough.
The only part of this whole equation I’m really worried about is whether I can trust her after we cross the line. I should be fucking smart about this decision. Fuck, I should follow my head and walk out of her bedroom right fucking now.
But who the hell am I kidding? The time for backing out passed a long time ago. That ship has sailed and the reality is I couldn’t walk away now, even if I put every bit of effort into leaving her alone.
I can’t anymore.
I won’t.
11
Blade
“Take off that top,”I tell her from my spot near the door. “Take it all off, then put on those stilettos you were wearing when I met you.”
“Um… okay,” she answers.
I shoot a disapproving glance in her direction as she stands and turns a bit away from me. “No. Let me see your beautiful body. All of you. Don’t be shy. I have every intention of learning everything there is to know about your body before morning comes. To touch and taste every square inch of you, to see what makes you wet, to say the things that drive you wild, and to hear the sounds you make when I completely break your will.”
Every sign of her sassy, hard as nails attitude has vanished. Turning to me, she slowly undoes each button of her blouse and slips the fabric from her delicate shoulders. And there she stands, her shapely legs parted, her slender arms relaxed at her side, with one of them still holding the blouse. She’s stripped bare yet comfortable in her utterly gorgeous nakedness.
All for me.
I wasn’t looking for a hookup or complications when I took this assignment, but there’s no way in hell I’m backing out of the trouble I’m about to make. No fucking way. Not now that she has practically begged me to stay and have my way with her. Not when this unexplainable attraction between us is surging like an unstoppable force of nature.
As she rests her blouse on the storage chest at the foot of the bed, I notice the neatly folded pile of the skinny black tights she was wearing earlier, a black lace bra, and matching panties. It hits me. She took those off long before I made it into her room. That blouse is the only item of clothing she’s had on her body all this time that I’ve been sitting beside her on the bed. No bra, no panties. No barriers between my hands and her skin. Nothing holding me from sinking my cock balls deep into her until she comes hard.
I take her in once more, from the top of her redheaded mane to her hot pink toenails, and everything in between. The more I look at her, the more alluring she grows. At the spot where she stands, the hazy glow of light coming in from outside her window casts shadows that show off the flare of her hips, the tapered line down from her ribcage to her waist, and the softness of her full breasts. If I were one of those men who enjoyed memorializing their sexual conquests with videos and photos, this would be an ideal shot to capture. I’m not that type, though. My memory is sharp and my visual recall is close to perfect. I’ll file this mental picture away and call it back whenever I need to. For now, I won’t need to. Because she’s standing right there, waiting to be touched, teased, commanded and pleased. Waiting for me to make my move.
It’s been less than twenty-four hours since I first laid eyes on this woman.
Less than a day to go from zero to this unexplainable need for her.
Less than a day to stop caring about breaking all the rules I’ve followed to get where I am today in this career protecting people.
Less than a day for her to let me in.
That’s how long it’s been, but to me, it feels like eternity. I don’t know why that is, but I also don’t plan to pick it apart or deconstruct it to figure out the cause. All I know is that it’s like I’ve been waiting for her all my fucking life, and now she’s right in front of me.
