He rubbed his temples, hoping to stop the spinning. She was damned hard to keep up with. “A class? I thought your heart wasn’t really in teaching anymore. If you still want to teach, we’ve got a great college here in town.”
She laughed and shook her head. “Right. Because the Christian college is dying to hire an instructor who specializes in alternative lifestyles. No thank you. The University of Boston is starting a series of classes on sexuality in today’s modern media and the first class is about the runaway bestseller of erotic fiction that has seemingly turned the world upside down.”
He closed and opened his eyes and examined the room. Nope still spinning. “This is for real?”
“I know! It’s all a bit surreal. As it turns out I’ll be using the book as a case study to discuss its impact on the American culture and sexual health in general. It’s an opportunity too good to pass up.”
She continued to describe her interview and the direction she wanted to take the class in. The passion she exuded excited him. There was a fire burning in her about this and no man had the right to squelch that. “I’ll go with you then,” he blurted
It took a few seconds before his statement sunk in. Her words trailed off and her eyes grew wide. “You’d do that for me?”
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him. “It’s the least I can do for you. It will give me lots of time to make things up to you.” He slid his hands into her hair, gripped the short strands and pulled her head back. “Now come to bed with me and let me love you like you deserve. There are still many hours until tomorrow morning.”
“Oh, Tucker…”
*
Tucker stood at the end of the bed and let his gaze roam over the woman splayed on her stomach across the mattress. The sweet contour of her neck and spine was almost as beautiful as the full round curve of her gorgeous ass. He’d thought about taking her there since they’d reunited, he’d even threatened it more than once.
He walked forward with the tools he’d retrieved from his studio. Fortunately for him, her arms were already spread out and in the perfect position. It took him only a few minutes to tie each wrist to one of the eyehooks attached to his bed.
He set the various paint brushes he’d brought to the room on the bed and chose the largest and softest one of them all. With a feather light touch, he brushed her porcelain perfect skin from shoulder to hip. “Time to wake up, my submissive.”
“Ohhh…” she moaned.
He continued his path across her lower back and dipped into the swell of her ass checks. To his delight, she began to squirm. Wouldn’t take long now for her to realize his intentions. He felt a smile tug at his lips. She looked particularly gorgeous spread out before him. He imagined enjoying this position quite a lot.
Tucker continued to paint her skin sans paint. It didn’t take much imagination to envision the vivid colors swirling across her skin. She definitely inspired him. If it were up to him he’d paint her over and over in every position imaginable. He’d fill their home with her sensual image.
Which reminded him that this wasn’t the house he imagined them beginning their life in. The property held so much bad luck and bad memories. They both deserved a fresh start. If she agreed, the first thing they’d do when they returned from Boston was house hunt.
He ran his paintbrush further between her cheeks and traveled the bottom curve of each buttock before traveling down one of her legs. She stirred hard and her arms jerked against the restraints.
“What the hell?”
He chuckled. “I told you this would happen. Did you forget?” He was her Dom and living up to things he promised was more important than ever. They were rebuilding the trust damaged the last few days. “Maybe you thought I was joking when I said I’d wake you up tied down with my dick in your ass.” He slid the blunt end of the brush between her cheeks and prodded the tiny opening that awaited him. “We’re about to get to the second part.”
She gasped. “You’re serious?”
“About that? Always.”
Maggie shuddered, her legs opening a fraction more. “There isn’t time? I have a flight…”
“Stop worrying. This is about you and the pleasure I need to give you.”
“But the flight,” she half whined and half moaned.
He smacked her ass with the wooden handle of his brush, the loud thwap music to his ears.
Maggie let out a breathy cry but didn’t protest again. Tucker grabbed her leg and spread it wider so he could fasten her ankle to the bedpost with another silk tie.
“There’s no need to even think about trying to catch a flight. We’ve got a private plane at our disposal, so we can leave whenever we’re ready.” He picked up her second foot, fastened it in place and stood back to admire the beauty of his submissive tied and ready.