“Come,” he motioned for her to move forward. Her immediate compliance once again warmed his heart if not for the touch of annoyance surging through him. “On you knees, little one.” This time she looked at him with clear hesitation. He raised his brow as her only warning. Fortunately, she came to her senses and slid to the floor in a fairly graceful move.
“Good girl.” He brushed the hair from her forehead before he trailed his fingers behind her ear and across her cheek. Her satiny-smooth skin beckoned him. He wanted to spend hours exploring every surface and crevice of her body. He’d experiment with different touches and watch her go from pale to pink and eventually red.
“Why would you doubt my assessment? Do you believe I’d say something I didn’t mean?”
Her head dipped a fraction lower in obvious repentance. “No, Master.”
Her easy use of the word Master slid through him like the comfort food he craved when life sucked, working as a balm to his frazzled nerves.
“I’m not much of a morning person and I usually wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Until I’ve had my coffee, that is.”
He chuckled. He understood that feeling well. He’d woken more times than he could count feeling like the undead in desperate need of a caffeine jolt. Hazardous side effect for an artist who easily lost days to his work.
“So what you’re saying is, tomorrow morning when I wake you up with my dick in your ass, I’d better tie you down first.”
Maggie’s head jerked up and her eyes widened with that deer in the headlights look he loved so much. “What?” she asked.
A slow smile spread across his face. “Waking you up in surprising ways is going to be my new favorite thing.” He chuckled and pulled her to her feet. “First, I think I need to feed you. You’re going to need your strength today.”
“And coffee?”
“Yes, and coffee. C’mon it’s already made.”
She trailed behind him toward the kitchen. “Ooh, a man after my own heart. I love it.”
She had no idea. “I thought it was supposed to be a man you captured through his stomach.”
“Are you kidding? I love food. I think I’d have an affair with it if I could.”
He stopped cold and she crashed into him. “Did you seriously just tempt me with food and sex?”
To his surprise her arms came around his waist and she slid her arms toward his groin. “I hadn’t really thought about it. Guess I forgot who I was talking to. Clearly you can turn anything into a kinky scenario.”
She gave his hardening cock a quick squeeze and then let go so she could sprint around him and run for the back of the house. “First one to the kitchen gets to go first,” she yelled over her shoulder.
Tucker shook his head and took off after her. Yep, sweet with a wild streak. If nothing else, she’d keep him on his toes.
She made it to the kitchen first but he wasn’t about to let a technicality stop him. He tackled her to the floor, turning his body to make sure she landed softly. Any bruises his submissive suffered from would be both intentional and consensual. Before she could catch her breath, he kissed her hard. He engaged every item in his arsenal. Tongue, teeth and the emotion he normally safeguarded.
In the back of his head he still vaguely heard Mason’s warning but for now he pushed it aside. If after the weekend he harbored any doubts then he’d confront the pretty professor himself.
He had an idea.
Tucker pulled from Maggie’s arms and lifted her into his.
“What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want,” he responded. He didn’t have to go far. When he reached the big island in the middle of his kitchen he pushed everything out of his way before he laid Maggie out on the marble slab like an offering to a God. Her butt hit the cool surface and she made a gasp that made his heart beat faster. He wanted a lot more noise like that.
“It’s too cold,” she frowned.
“Not for long, Miss Maggie.” He reached for the bottom of his shirt she wore and slid it under her back until it cleared her shoulders. Instead of removing it he chose to use it to bind her arms together over her head.
“Tucker, what about the coffee? I need caffeine.” Her question came out on short pants.
“This is what you get when you decide to tease the big bad Dom,” he replied. He ignored the scowl on her face, tracing his hands down her arms, over her breasts to the now slick spot between her legs.
“Open them for me.”
Lucky for her she didn’t pretend to not know what he meant. A second later she spread her legs and her pussy flowered opened before his eyes. On a low growl he grabbed her knees and slid them further apart. He couldn’t resist the view of her slightly swollen clit protruding from its hood or the soft puffy lips of her cunt reminding him how well he’d used her the previous night.