“What are you doing?” she asked, nervous.
“You’re a submissive, Amber. I’ve known it for a long time. I never should have spanked or fucked you when I did, but I couldn’t stop myself. You call to a part of me I try to keep buried.”
He cupped her cheek making it hard for her to turn away. His dark brown gaze had always fascinated her. She didn’t know why. His eyes were only brown. There was nothing fascinating about brown eyes.
“Stop this,” she said.
“No, I’m not stopping this.”
****
Elijah stared into her green eyes and knew he’d do everything in his power to make things right between them. He’d hurt her badly, and only he could fix what he’d broken. When he’d arrived at his sister’s door several months ago he’d lied. He loved his sister deeply, but the real reason he’d come around was because of Amber.
She’d left him over six months ago. One moment she’d been a member of Club Kink, and then she’d been gone, like she was never there. At first he’d tried to move on and take another sub, but none of them were like Amber. The woman before him understood him. She got him and never pushed for more.
“Why did you come back?” she asked, tears in her eyes.
He hated causing her physical pain. Spanking her, tying her up, and being a dominant was different from literally hurting her with his presence.
Leaning down, he brushed his lips across hers and moaned. She tasted so damn sweet. Would there ever be a time when he wasn’t so taken by her?
Her hand went to his chest. She tried to push him away. He felt it in the shoves until eventually she fisted his shirt, tugging him close.
Gripping her waist, he lifted her up on the counter. The movement sent her coffee cup flying, spilling the contents over the side and the cup clattering to the floor.
“I need you,” she said, moaning, whimpering with need.
Elijah gripped her waist, slamming his lips on hers to bring her closer to orgasm. This is what it was always like with them. The burning heat and the sizzling fire blazed thicker than ever before. He truly thought he was going to get burned or the fire was going to burn out. With Amber, the passion and flames only seemed to burn forever brighter.
All too soon, Amber shoved him away. “No, I’m not doing this. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be coming here.”
He stepped back and watched as she started to clean up the mess from the coffee and the cup.
“We need to talk.”
“No, no more talking. I’m not your pet or your sweet Amber. I’m me, Elijah. I’m Heather’s best friend and someone you barely know.” She threw the cup in the sink. Going up behind her, Elijah nibbled on her neck, banding his arms around her waist as he did.
“I know you better than Heather. I’m the only person you’ve ever allowed to see the real you, and do you know what I see?” he asked, pushing her like he always did.
Amber was such a contradiction of submissive fire. She could do as she was told and walk through any scene he put her through. He could tan her ass with the coiled whip and she’d still not scream out. If he made her uncomfortable or she didn’t want his attention then she’d curse, scream, and fight until he backed down.
Her passionate nature was how he knew when she screamed red, he was taking things too far. When she’d witnessed him with the thin, blonde woman, Erika, he’d pushed her too far. He didn’t know what he was hoping to achieve by her seeing him with another woman. An outburst? Some hint that she cared about him? He was looking for anything to convince him that he meant more to Amber than a Dom. Not once in all the years they’d been together had she talked about her feelings. He wasn’t attracted to Erika at all. She’d been someone he used to try to get closer to the real woman he wanted. His plan backfired, and he’d lost Amber.
From the very beginning, Heather’s eighteenth birthday, their time together had been a struggle. They’d never come clean or been on a real date. Nothing between them was conventional. They gravitated toward each other like two magnets that really were the polar opposites.
“What do you see?” she asked. Her body was rigid and tense.
“I see a beautiful woman who is unsure of where the future will take her. You’re lonely, Amber, and I can take that loneliness away. I really can.” She snorted, but he continued. “We can be together.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “We can’t be together. It’s impossible.”
“You’re running from me,” he said, getting angry with her.
“No, I’m not running at all.”