“Pleasure and some light bondage,” I said, olives at my lips. “And obedience. Not anything I think you can’t handle.”
He blinked several times as he watched me take the olives into my mouth and begin to chew, and I could tell that he was processing what I’d just said, even as their brininess exploded over my tongue. After all, I was a complete stranger to him. Sure, he’d had his hands between my thighs, and I’d had my hand on his cock, and our lips had kissed, and our tongues had swirled.
But, other than that?
Other than that, I could be a complete psycho. I could be a serial killer. Or, I could just want to tie him up and steal his wallet.
Of course, I could say the same thing about him, now couldn’t I? After all, I was inviting him back tomyroom.
But, more importantly than all those matters of safety, I could see the wheels turning in his head as he mulled my offer. He’d have to give up control, just like I had only minutes before. He’d have to willingly allow things to be done to him, rather than be the one making the decisions.
In short, he’d have to be submissive. Just like when he was back serving in the military.
And I knew how hard giving up your autonomy was, especially after having your freedom for so long.
For most men, that was anathema and completely against every bit of social programming they’d been given. They were supposed to be in charge all the time, masters of their own fate, captains of their own ships.
At the same time, I knew how hard passing up pleasure and release could be, especially when the adrenaline and sex hormones are raging in your ears, and the pressure is building and building within you, and just begging to be relieved by the hand stroking over you.
You’ll do anything. You’ll say anything. You’ll give into almost any demand.
More importantly, though… you’ll love every second of being a toy for your partner’s pleasure.
“Guess we should get our tab, then,” he said, finally.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered as I leaned in for another kiss, my hand still stroking that fabulous cock of his. “It’s already billed to my room.”
Chapter Four
Ambyr
Bodies coiled in the corner of the steel car, we continued to kiss.
The elevator ride was only a few floors, but still long enough to get a complete attitude change from him. He went from hesitant and aloof, to husky whispers about how he couldn’t wait to see what I did to him.
Thankfully, too, there were only a few floors to go… or else I would have had enough time to tear his clothes off!
The elevatorpingedon the third floor and the doors opened, though, and I quickly led him to my room, with one hand pulling at his and the other holding my clutch. I stopped at the door, keycard in hand, and looked to him.
“Remember,” I said. “Once you’re past this door, you’re mine. You gave your word.”
He nodded. “I remember.”
I unlocked the door and brought him inside with me.
Immediately, I realized he couldn’t contain himself. Within seconds of putting aside my clutch, his hands were back on me like down at the hotel lounge, and his mouth was searching for mine as he tried to pull me closer.
“Hey!” I snapped, fingers closing on his wrists and pulling them away from my ass and hips, my face turning so my mouth could avoid his. “What did I just tell you not even two seconds ago?”
“Sorry, sorry,” he said, backing away.
“If you can’t do something as basic as follow directions,” I said, planting a fist on my hip and gesturing to the room’s exit with my chin, “then there’s the door. You gave me your word, and I thought that meant something with a man like you. Don’t break your word to me.”
“No, really,” he said, now shame-faced. “I-I’m sorry. You’re right, I did give you my word. Won’t happen again.”
I fixed him with a level gaze. “You’re sure? Because I don’t want to fight you every step of the way on this.”
“Seriously.” He raised his right hand as if he were giving the Oath of Enlistment. “My word. You absolutely have it.”
