Wicked Ties(20)
lace panties you’re wearing.”
Morgan could barely catch her next breath. She didn’t want to dress like this. It had to
look cheap and easy.
Yet she could not deny it also made her feel aware of her body, of her feminine power.
Sexy and wanted and desired. How was that possible?
“You’re awfully direct.”
“I’m honest,” he admitted. “What’s the point of lying?”
“Oh, I don’t know. To be polite.”
Jack simply snorted.
“And these panties aren’t useless. They cover the essentials.”
“Exactly. Why would I want those covered?”
She gaped. “I’m not about to flash everyone in the first good breeze that comes
along.”
“But if you were mine, what’s under that skirt would be mine, not yours, to show or
conceal as I saw fit.”
His words burned her with shock—and terrible, unmistakable desire. She gasped.
“Shocked, cher? That’s what submission is all about. Surrendering control utterly to
someone else. Your privacy, your body, your pleasure.”
He said nothing for long minutes, and Morgan lost herself in imagining. Would a
dominant man really insist his partner show any—or all—of her body to anyone of his
choosing? Anywhere? At any time? She squirmed in her seat at the thought. It was
disturbing and exploitative. But some little part of her found his words reluctantly
provocative. Forbidden. God, she’d gone insane.
But curiosity followed close behind. That, she allowed free rein. She was interviewing
him about this very subject, after all. Journalistic integrity and all that.
“What you’re saying…it sounds selfish and mean-spirited, to expose someone
without regard for their feelings.”
“It might look that way on the surface.”
“What do you mean, on the surface?”
“Like I told you online, one of the jobs of a good dominant is to see inside the soul of
his submissive and grant her every pleasure she desires. Many submissives aren’t aware
of their most secret desires.” He turned to face her, his chocolate eyes piercing, direct.
“Or find them shameful, so they refuse to admit to them.”
He was talking to her. About her. With a hot glance, he made that clear. Her
breathing shallowed, her heart beat accelerated. She couldn’t ignore the fact that her
stomach—and her nipples—went achy and tight.
“And you force a woman to engage in acts you believe she secretly desires, even
though she may not want to acknowledge them.”
“She has to accept them to find true satisfaction. My role is to help her.”
“What’s in it for you? I mean, if you’re always trying to read her mind and persuade
her to do new, unusual things…?”
“New things that make her so hot, she’s giving me total control and is begging me to
fuck her however and wherever I want. I’m sure you see the obvious benefits.”
Yeah, hard to miss that point. Was it possible to be so aroused that she would beg in
such a way? A mental picture of Jack tying her down, feeling her up, as she writhed
under his hand exploded across her brain. A blast of heat sizzled her belly…and lower.
God knew his aggressive touch earlier today had flooded her with arousal so fast, she’d
nearly been dizzy with it. And his kiss had obliterated most thoughts of fear and
hesitation, the crowd, and her stalker.
She didn’t doubt he could make a woman beg for anything, everything. If she wasn’t
careful, didn’t keep her distance, she could quickly become another notch on his
bedpost. Worse, he could open her psyche and expose all the hidden fantasies better left
to the dark corners of her mind.
Time for a change of subject. “Thank you for getting me out of Lafayette. I would
have panicked and run when the bullets started flying. On my own, I would never have
been able to concoct this disguise and…distract him.”
“That’s my job, Morgan.”
“You didn’t have to do it.” Then, recalling the way his hands roamed her body in
Alyssa’s bedroom, she shot him a suspicious look. “In fact, I think you did more than
your job required.”
“Think what you want.” Jack’s smile told Morgan that her assertion amused him.
“I usually do.” She gritted her teeth, wishing she knew how to wipe that smile off his
face. “Where are we going?”
“I’ve got a place. It’s safe. We can hide you there until we figure something out.”
The thought of being anywhere near Jack, even for just a few days rattled her. “Maybe
I should rent a car and drive back to Houston. I’ve already imposed—”