THE TAKING OF CLARA 2(9)

“What is it? You’re scaring me.” She chuckled at the words.

“You can’t run or hide. If I show you what I want from you, you’ve got to be honest with me all the way.” He gripped her cheek tightly.

Covering his hand with hers, she nodded. “I trust you. Show me what you want from me.”

He brushed his lips against hers. “This is all about you.” Matthew kissed her one final time then led her through to his study. He moved toward a locked door. Through that door was the key to understanding Matthew. She knew it and part of her was afraid. What if she couldn’t live up to his expectations?

Shaking the fear aside, Clara braced herself for what was about to happen.



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Matthew felt nerves grip him. This was part of his soul. Grabbing the key from the hook, he opened the door to the darkest part of his life. If Clara found the thought of being with him appalling then he’d have opened up a wound that would never heal.

He flicked the light switch, which showed the room in all of the glory he’d designed.

“This is my playroom,” he said.

Her gaze roamed the room. “Your playroom? Is that code for something?”

“No, not to the right person.” He stood back watching her enter the room.

She swallowed then made her way farther into the room. Her hand reached out to the nearest object before her hand closed into a fist. “What is this place?”

“This is who I am. I’m part of this world.”

“I don’t know what this world is. I don’t understand. How does this make me a sub?”

“I’m dominant, Clara. To others I’m simply a Dom. Do you get the connection?”

A jerk of her head let him know she understood his words.

“This is a little out of my league.”

She moved over to the spanking bench he’d purchased over a year ago. He’d never taken a sub in this room. This place was for his personal pleasure. Matthew had been waiting for the right woman. That woman stood less than a foot away from him. He stared at her tempting ass as she bent over the bench. Her innocence startled him. The desire to walk over and spank her rounded curves gripped him. He stemmed the need inside him by going to her side.

“It’s a spanking bench. This is used to punish a sub or to please her or him.”

“Men are subs?” she asked.

“A sub is a submissive. A person who doesn’t challenge or need to be in control. There are many other ways of describing a sub. That is just my definition.” He ran his fingers through his hair in an effort to control his raging lust.

For many months he’d fantasized about having Clara in his room. The vision of her there far exceeded the fantasy.

“This is what you want from me?”

“No, not just that.”

“You’re talking in riddles, Matthew. I need you to tell me what you need.”

She turned to face him. The confusion on her face made him curse. He’d prepared for this moment. Planned for this moment in the same way he planned a business deal. Unlike business deals, though, his heart wasn’t on the line.

He took her hand and pulled her in close.

“I want to take you somewhere. It’s a club I frequent. I think you’d learn a lot from going there.”

Clara nodded. “I need to know more about this side of you. How does this fit in with your life? Do all the women you date know this side of you?”

“No, not all of them.”

She turned to him with a smile and licked her lips. “I look forward to learning more.”

He kissed her, pleased she hadn’t run from him. “Are you afraid?”

“No, I’m not afraid. Knowing you saved me with that contract has made me realize how much I mean to you. No man has ever tried to protect me from my father.”

“I’ll protect you from everything. You’re mine, Clara.”

Matthew kissed her lips, loving the feel of her beneath him. Their time together could only get better. He kept hold of her hand as he led her out of the room.

“We don’t have to leave. You can tell me everything you want about what’s in there.”

Matthew wondered how far he’d be able to push her.

You’re a Dom for fucks sake. Take control and show her what it means to be your woman.

He didn’t understand why he hesitated. The love he felt for her wouldn’t be diminished. If her feelings for him were anything like his then nothing he’d be able to do would turn her away.

Moving back into the room, he settled her on the chair in the corner. The room wasn’t particularly spacious. This part of his life helped to sooth him.

“When you’re in here you’d be my sub. You won’t speak until I tell you to. Your sole purpose would be to please me. In pleasing me you’d find your pleasure as I’d be the one to gift you your pleasure.” He stroked her cheek then went over for some equipment. Grabbing a dildo and a silk bind, he moved over to her.