Pain flashed across his eyes. “I would hope that is true, but I cannot know for sure.”
“But I do. I trust you with my life.” She took his hand. “Let’s skip the restaurant. Take me to where you’re staying and show me what you want to do to me.”
“I already arranged a romantic dinner in my hotel suite, where I had hoped to sweep you off your feet and into my bed. But not to take you roughly. I wanted to prove to myself that I can keep things tender and passionate between us. And to ask for your help to keep me on track.”
“Yasin. I love you. I don’t want you to hide from who you are. When we get to the hotel, I want you to let go and follow your urges. Don’t hold back.” She squeezed his hand. “I know we can make this work. With a safe word, I can tell you if it gets too much for me. Together, we’ll find a balance.”
She could see the doubt in his glittering, dark eyes. And also the desire. He said nothing, but pressed her hand to his lips.
The driver pulled up in front of a large, elegant hotel. Anticipation rippled through her as Yasin led her across the posh lobby and into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he stepped close, then pulled her into his arms and took her mouth, his tongue delving deep. There was a sense of urgency in his kiss. An unsettling need that ramped up her own desire.
“I want you so badly,” he murmured against her lips, “I don’t know how I’ll hold myself back.”
“Good.” She stroked his cheek, mesmerized by the sparks flaring in his eyes. “Then it will be a real test.”
He pulled her close again and she could barely breathe as he took her mouth, his hands gliding over her body, touching and squeezing her in exciting places. Her whole body quivered in anticipation.
The door whooshed open and he guided her into the suite. There was a stunning view of the city below.
“Sit. Pour yourself a glass of wine,” he said gesturing to the couch where a bottle of red wine stood on the coffee table. “I will return in a moment.” He pulled out his cell phone as he walked into another room.
She sucked in a breath, already missing his arms around her. She sat down and filled the two stemmed glasses, then sipped as she waited for him to return. As she glanced around, she noticed the candles on the table, and several vases of beautiful, long-stemmed red roses. Soft music played in the background.
Her heart swelled as she realized he’d planned the same romantic evening he had so long ago.
He really did care about her. And they had a real chance to make this work, if she could convince him he could trust himself.
A moment later, he returned. He walked to the dining table and picked up a plate, then returned to the couch and sat beside her. The heat of his body so close sent quivers through her.
“Would you like an appetizer?” he asked.
She picked up a round one with a shrimp on top and placed it in her mouth.
“That’s delicious. But I thought we were postponing dinner.”
“I’m waiting for something to be brought up. Then we will proceed.”
He lifted his glass and took a sip.
The elevator—which opened right into the suite—arrived and a uniformed man stepped from it with a box. He walked into the room Yasin had been in—she assumed the bedroom—then returned and slipped away on the elevator again.
“Don’t worry. No one will disturb us again,” Yasin said as he turned to her.
His eyes flared with heat as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Her mouth opened to his plundering tongue, which swept deep inside her.
Then he eased her back and his gaze fell to her shawl. He untied it and pulled it open so he could see her dress. His gaze raked over her body.
“You look good in that dress. But I want to see you naked.”
With a quick motion, he twisted the shawl around her arms, then tightened it to pull them behind her. He curled and twisted it a few more times, then tied it snugly, binding her arms behind her so tight, she couldn’t move them.
His gaze fell to the top of her dress. There was a fire in his eyes she’d never seen before. He ran his fingertips along the swell of her breasts, lightly at first... lulling her... then he wrenched the front of her dress down, revealing her sheer black lace bra. Her nipples pushed at the delicate fabric, nearly popping though it. He leaned down and covered one hard nub with his mouth, then sucked deep and hard, making her cry out.
His gaze darted to her face.
“Tell me your safe word,” he commanded.
“Um...” She could barely think straight. “Vase,” she said as she noticed candlelight glitter on one of the crystal vases holding the roses.
“Good.” He tugged down her bra, ripping some of the delicate lace and exposing her naked breasts. He covered them with his hands, stroking roughly.
Then he pinched one nipple, lightly at first, then he squeezed it so hard, she gasped.
“What word do you use to tell me to stop?” he demanded again.
She sucked a breath, her gaze pivoting to his. “Vase.”
“Good.” He pinched her other nipple. “And do you want me to stop yet?”
She shook her head. “No,” she breathed.
His mouth spread in a slow smile. “What if I strip you naked and tie your arms and legs wide apart so I can do anything I want to you? Touch you anywhere? Will you say your safe word then?”
Lily shook her head.
Yasmin pulled the clip from her hair and stroked his fingers through the long strands as they tumbled over her shoulders. Then he twisted his hand, coiling her hair around his fingers, and jerked her head back, exposing her throat. He dipped his head and ran his lips along her neck, teasing the skin with his teeth.
Then he nipped the tender skin and she jerked in surprise.
“What about now?” he asked.
“No. You won’t drive me away so easily.”
He smiled again. “Address me as Master.”
“Yes, Master,” she responded obediently.
He released her hair and she lifted her head. Her whole body tingled with need, wanting him to manhandle her. Wanting to feel his hands roam over her. To squeeze and stroke her everywhere.
“Stand up,” he commanded.
As soon as she was on her feet, he unzipped her dress and pulled it to her ankles. His heated gaze raked over her body, then fell to her small panties. His fingertips traced the side of the lace, down her inner thigh, sending quiver through her. Then it slid underneath. He curled his fingers outward and tugged on the delicate lace, pulling it into her folds. The tightness there made her long for his fingers to stroke her. To push inside her.
He used his other hand to tear through the lace, disengaging it from the waistband, then he pulled the tattered end, tightening and loosening it so that it glided over her slickness.
“Kneel.”
His sudden command had her on the floor in front of him before she realized what she was doing.
“Now pull out my cock and suck on it.”
She could see the fabric of his crotch pulled tight over the large bulge. She pulled down the tag of his zipper, then reached inside. Tingles danced down her spine at the feel of his hard flesh in her hand.
She gazed at his smoldering eyes as she pressed her mouth to his tip. It was hot and smooth against her lips. He watched her as she opened, then glided her lips around his bulbous cockhead. She ran her tongue over it as it filled her mouth. Slowly, she glided down his rod, taking him about halfway.
His fingers forked through her hair again and he guided her head. Up and down. Pushing a little deeper each time. Her insides fluttered at the feel of his hard flesh stroking into her mouth.
Then he cupped her head and pulled her deep onto him, filling her throat. Her eyes widened and she fought back the gag. Holding her tight to his groin, he rocked his pelvis against her, filling her even deeper.
“When your mouth is full,” he said, “you can’t say your safe word, so shake your head and I’ll free you long enough to say it if you want. Show me the signal so I know you understand.”
She shook her head as best she could.
He drew her head back, releasing her from his cock and she sucked in a breath.
He arched his eyebrow expectantly, waiting for her to say the word.
“Thank you, Master, for filling my mouth with your cock. Please let me continue.”
“No.” Then he stood up, pulling her to her feet by her hair. He marched across the room, leading her into the bedroom. A box sat on the dresser.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
She turned for him and he untied the shawl, releasing her arms.
“Now lay across the bed. Face down.”
She lay across the bed, her arms stretched out in front of her.
He stripped off his clothes dropping them to the floor, then strolled to the dresser and opened the box. She couldn’t see what he took out of it, but a moment later, he walked behind her.
She felt fabric fall across her back. Soft. Maybe suede. He moved it from side to side so it quivered over her skin. He glided it over her again and again. It felt nice.
Then suddenly with a crack, it whipped across her skin.
Oh, God, it was a flogger. The thick strips of fabric bit into her skin, making it sting.
Then he quivered it over her again. Soothing.
Then another crack and smarting pain.
“Do you want me to stop yet?” he asked.
She drew in a deep breath. This didn’t sound like what he’d been talking about when he’d been worried about losing control. This was practiced and very controlled.