Then he drew away. She could see only a flicker of the heat in his eyes as he schooled his expression to one of calm authority.
“You will do everything I say to the letter. You will not argue or hesitate. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Sir. I like that. You will address me as Mr. Gallagher or sir. Follow me.”
He led her to the stairway, then up to the second floor. Through double doors at the end of the hall she caught a glimpse of a big, four-poster bed in deep mahogany. She followed him toward it, but then he stopped at a door on the right and opened it. He turned on a light, casting away the darkness and led her inside. She glanced around, her eyes widening at the rough-hewn wooden furniture around the room. A large X-shaped piece in one corner, about seven feet tall with cuffs attached. Padded benches of different shapes, all with restraints. And a tall cupboard along one wall.
And a bed on one side, covered with black sheets.
He led her to a large chair and sat down. She stood waiting uncertainly.
“Come here.”
She stepped toward him.
“Unbutton your shirt.”
He wanted her to undress? Oh, God, this was becoming all too real all too fast.
But she obeyed. Her fingers moved to the top button and she unfastened it. Then to the second. Her skin flushed as her shirt slowly opened, revealing a glimpse of her bare skin and lacy bra beneath.
When she’d finished with the bottom button, she slid her hands up the placket, ready to open the blouse, but he took her hands and drew her close.
“Do only what I say and no more,” he said, his voice matter-of-fact.
He placed her hands at her sides then he slowly parted her shirt, revealing her lace-clad breasts. The heat of his gaze seared her as he stared at her swelling breasts, the nipples pushing at the thin lace. He slid the shirt over her shoulders and it glided down her arms and fell to the floor.
His hands glided up her ribs, then under her breasts and one thumb glided over her hard nub. Her breath caught at the incredible sensations vibrating through her. Then his other thumb brushed over her second nipple and she thought her knees would buckle.
“Turn around.”
She turned, and once her back was to him, she felt his fingers work at the hooks of her bra. Then it released. He slid the straps off her shoulders and she let the bra follow her shirt to the floor.
“Now turn toward me.”
Oh, God, when she turned he would see her naked from the waist up. She felt vulnerable and uncertain.
But she turned.
And when she did, the admiration in his eyes as he gazed at her full breasts filled her with delight. She wanted to run her hands underneath them and lift. To move closer and offer them to him.
“You have beautiful breasts. Do you like me looking at them?”
“Yes, Mr. Gallagher.”
He smiled. “Good.”
He wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her closer, then with one hand on the small of her back, he cupped her breast with the other. The heat of his big, masculine hand around her sent her hormones swirling. Then he leaned forward and covered the aureole with his mouth. His tongue nudged the hard nipple … then he sucked.
“Ohhh,” she moaned.
He lapped and suckled for a few more minutes before moving to the other. When he took that in his hot mouth, she moaned again.
“Now take off your jeans.”
She undid the snap, then drew down the zipper. She watched his hot gaze as she pushed them down her hips and let them drop to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.
“Turn around.”
She turned her back to him, conscious of his heated gaze lingering on her bare behind.
She felt his lips on her. They fluttered over her round flesh in butterfly kisses. So delicate and sexy. Then he nuzzled the flimsy fabric of her panties, brushing against her melting folds.
Oh, God, she thought she’d die. This was so intensely intimate.
His fingers glided under the elastic lace of the thong and he drew it downward. Soon, he’d peeled away the last bit of cloth covering her naked body. He pressed his hand against her back and eased her forward until she was bent over.
He was looking at her. She could feel it. Gazing at her intimate folds.
Then she jumped as she felt his mouth touch her. His tongue pressed into her folds and he licked her.
He pressed her thighs apart, opening her to him, then his tongue pushed deeper into her. His hand returned to her back and he pressed her down further, then his mouth covered her. He found her clit and teased it.
“Oh, yes.”
“Do you like that?”
“Yes, Mr. Gallagher.”
His fingertip brushed her clit. She choked back a moan as it quivered over the tiny bud. Pleasure rippled from that spot to her very core.
He licked her again as his fingers dipped into her. Just a little. Teasing.