Perfectly Inappropriate Page 8

Some dominants liked music during scenes. Others liked their submissive to wear lingerie. The list went on and on; every dom had their own particular tastes and fetishes. Noah had always been partial to candles. The soft glow of light across a submissive’s skin was pleasing to the eye and set the scene perfectly.

  When he lit the final candle in the room, he turned to Olivia, finding her watching him closely. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. “Is this when things get serious?” She tried to hide her nerves with a cute grin.

  He chuckled, liking both those nerves and that smile. “Yes, things are about to become very serious.” He had only one focus tonight: steal her pain, absorb it, and turn it into pleasure for a little while. Because if he knew anything, it was that Olivia did not deserve the pain she endured.

  The two people who hurt her deserved that pain.

  Focused on his plan for their scene, he closed in on her. She leaned into his touch as his fingers slid against her cheek, offering herself to him in a simple action. The world around him faded away and all he saw was her, and all her perfection that had been missed by others. “Come to me, angel.” He needed to get closer. To feel more of her.

  She rose until her soft breasts pressed against his chest, and yet, even then she didn’t seem close enough. The heat of her body teased and tempted him, making him feel urgency in ways no woman had ever made him. “I want you to understand…” He reached for her blouse and pulled the light fabric over her head. “When we play together, it is meant to be fun and enjoyable. Our exchange is—and should be—to explore new things that excite and arouse.” Her bra fell to the floor with a flick of his fingers, and a quick look revealed her taut nipples awaiting him. His cock throbbed in his pants. The hunger engulfing him was nothing he could control. Every muscle in his body tensed with need. He pressed his cock against her belly, desperate for her to feel what she did to him. “Our time together should never frighten you. Are we clear on that?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He noted her raspy voice and enlarged pupils, feeling the slight quivers in her ripe body. To be so aroused by the power play between them was rare, and he felt the draw of this intense connection between them as well. Her sensual responses heightened his desire to dominate, pulsing adrenaline through his veins and throbbing his cock.

  Under his stare, her eyelids became hooded. Drawn into her intensity, his mouth watered, and his fingers twitched to feel her silky sensitive skin. Determined to do exactly that, he slid his fingers into her skirt then her panties until she was stepping out of them. “Tonight, of course, I want you to push your limits,” he told her softly, cupping her bottom and grinding her against his throbbing cock. “Because it’s in that slight unknown area where you’ll find your greatest pleasure.” Releasing her, he stepped back and began to circle her. His nostrils flared, taking in as much of her sweet scent as possible. He dragged his fingers along her stomach when he returned to her front. “Our time together is about finding higher pleasure. Sometimes that pleasure can be found in pain. Sometimes that pleasure can be found in pushing boundaries. But the second it stops feeling good is when we stop. All clear?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He dragged his knuckles down the center of her chest, and the responding shiver she gave him made him crave to increase it. Yet there was more to say. “If at any point in our scene I feel like you’re purposely not saying your safe word when I think you should be, our scene ends. Make sense?”

  She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  He slid his fingers over her soft hair then tucked it over her shoulder, giving him a better view of her naked form. “Your safe word is there for a good reason. It is not weakness to say it. In fact, it’s a guide for me, and I want you to think of it much like that. Stay honest with me so I can get us where we want to go.”

  “I’ll stay honest, sir.” She gave a sultry smile.

  Noah tasted the sweetness in the air passing between them. He cupped her chin and stared at her in the way she deserved to be admired. Submission never tasted as sweet as this. “Back to your knees, angel.”

  She lowered to her knees and rested her hands palm down on them. He stared down at her, and his duty to her remained strong on his mind. Yet he couldn’t shake how different this felt with her. How different he felt. He didn’t want only to wake her body up tonight. He wanted to erase the damage others had caused. That slight pain she could not hide.

  He brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “Quiet your mind and think of me.”

  When he lost sight of those pretty eyes, he turned away, intending to let anticipation build in her mind. He walked a dangerous slope—more and more, this was becoming about all the things he wanted instead of all the things she needed from him. All of this was new territory. Because this wasn’t only about finding a greater pleasure and fulfilling a fantasy. Emotions intertwined with their connection in a way that went beyond chemistry alone, and there wasn’t a damn chance he could stop it.

  Sometimes, even a dom had a weak spot.

  Apparently, Olivia was his.

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  Time passed slowly as Olivia’s knees pressed against the soft carpet in front of the bed with the metal headboard. The air seemed lighter, less charged with electricity since Noah had left the bedroom. She tried to patiently wait with her head bowed and hands resting on her knees, but she had seen that the room was utterly breathtaking. She’d seen spreads like this in a French country magazine before. The king-size bed was full of pillows. The furniture was a soft vintage white. She was madly in love with it, right down to the round mirror above the dresser and the wire birdcage on the vanity set with the stool in front.

  A sudden creak outside the door made her bow her head again. Her heartbeat was a steady thump, thump, thump in her ears. She’d done yoga many times over the years and waiting for Noah like this had a similar effect. She was very conscious of her breathing. She’d become so aware of her body.

  All that was missing was the relaxing part.

  She’d been waiting for this moment. Dreamed about being under the command of a dominant. Hell, she fantasized about a man dominating her until she lost her mind in pleasure, while he stayed firmly in control.

  When the door handle clicked then slowly creaked open, the hairs on her arms rose as Noah entered the space again. Exactly like before, the air hummed with energy. Her breath caught in her throat when she spotted his bare feet. Unable to stop herself, she glanced over his thick thighs covered in his jeans, admiring the strength of his body, and then she met those striking eyes.

  “Did you think of me?” he asked.

  Oh hell yes nearly slipped from her mouth. Instead of seeming so desperate, she said, “Yes, sir.”

  “Show me.”

  Burning with all types of heat under the intensity of his potent stare, she slid her fingers between her thighs and then offered him her damp fingers.

  He caught her hand, sucked on her fingers, and winked. “Good girl.”

  She wiggled against the rush of arousal warming between her thighs. Men just weren’t like this in real life, were they?

  Noah was a perfect mix of dirty and sexy and confident, and that combination worked, bringing so much damn heat into her body. Her clit throbbed, and she rocked her hips again feeding pleasure to her lower half, when she noticed he had set down a leather bundle she’d seen artists use to carry their paintbrushes in onto a wooden chest. He pulled the chest closer, then repeated the movement with a chair until he took a seat next to her.

  A comfortable silence filled the room while he began stroking her hair. Her eyes fluttered shut, controlled by something she didn’t dare stop. Each glide of his fingers reminded her of something that felt so foreign now. To be touched intimately. She’d forgotten what that felt like. To be touched by a man for no other reason than it pleased him to do so.

  E
ach minute that drew on slowly lowered her shoulders, relaxed her muscles until she was falling deeply into his touch. Tears threatened to rise before she shut those bad boys down.

  No crying allowed.

  “Before we begin,” Noah said softly, pulling her back into wakefulness. “Tell me your safe word.”

  That was easy. “Photograph.”

  Approval gleamed in his eyes as he gave a soft nod. “A perfect safe word for a perfect woman.” His warm gaze was on hers, with what seemed like slight amusement. “Now Olivia, because you’ve given me total control in our scenes”—he leaned forward and untied the leather case until it lay open, revealing the items within—“I’m assuming you have no problem with any of this.”

  In an instant, her blood turned cold. The flogger, the blindfold, the crop, the clothespins, the nipple clamps, and a handful of other toys that she recognized were not the problem. It was the metal hook, the knife, and a claw-looking thing that sent her into immediate flight mode. She jerked her head up and snapped, “Photograph.”

  Noah chuckled then gestured at the items. “Ah, am I right in assuming then that you now realize why choosing hard limits is important?”

  Her mouth parted to reply, but nothing came out. She stared into those gorgeous eyes, looking for any sign that she had come to a house in the middle of nowhere with a madman. Those tools belonged in a horror flick. A slow bead of sweat dripped down her spine in the same second she realized that Paige knew where she was. She’d texted her on the drive there. And Paige had seen Noah’s face.

  Okay, she was safe.

  “Olivia?” Noah pressed, voice firm.

  “Yes, sir,” she said with a firm nod. “I’d like to redo the checklist.”

  He winked, more amusement shining in his eyes now. He rose from his chair and moved to the table and then came back, handing her a fresh checklist on top of a book and a pen.

  Settling the book on her thighs, she began really reading what was there. Truth be told, she still agreed with a lot of the limits except for rough anal. There were five more things she figured might be something she’d do later but not right at this moment. But it included a few things she didn’t even know the meaning of so she left those as hard limits until she could research further. And to lean on the side of caution, she added to the top of the paper: NO METAL HOOK, NO KNIFE, NO CLAW THINGY!!

  Noah took the list and the side of his mouth curved slightly before any, and all, amusement faded from his expression. He lifted the piece of paper and arched that curious brow. “How much of what you agreed to have you actually done?”

  “Sex,” she said. “Oh, and the vibrator.”

  “Nothing else?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Excellent. All mine to teach then.” He rose and stepped closer, filling the air with heat. She tilted her head back, while he brushed his thumb across her cheek then over her bottom lip. “We’ll take it slow.”

  He moved to the chest, reaching for something in the leather case. When he returned, he offered her two leather cuffs. “These are yours. For our playtime together.”

  She reached for the leather cuffs, finding them much lighter than she expected. They were soft red leather with black lace around the edges and a small loop in the center. “They’re beautiful.” She handed them back to him and offered her wrists, both nerves and excitement flickering through her.

  With a confident efficiency, he fastened the left cuff and quickly moved to the other wrist before grinning at her. “They are beautiful, yes, but much more so with you in them.”

  She waited for the discomfort to rise at his compliments. Usually she had a hard time accepting them but not this time. Noah’s compliments held such weight, such truth, it was impossible not to accept and believe them.

  Leaving her there, he grabbed a chain from the case and slid the metal through one loop on the cuff. An unexpected slow shiver descended her spine at the way he moved. She’d never seen such a powerful man be so gentle. That seemed to be part of the tease. Without a doubt, he had a rougher side.

  A side she wanted an introduction to.

  With firmness now, he tugged on the chain and led her to the bed. “Bend over the mattress, angel.”

  Doing as she was told, she pressed her legs against the bed and lowered her chest. She was entirely aware of him as he strode around the side of the bed, letting the chain slide through his strong hands. How anyone could look that hot doing nothing but walking was beyond Olivia’s capability to understand. Nonetheless, there he was, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him as moved to the headboard to slide the chain through the metal. Every move he made was with pure grace, intense power, and something even more addictive—raw sensuality.

  By the time he returned and passed the metal through the headboard and attached the end of the chain to the other cuff, she was trembling with anticipation, her sex slick with need, waiting for him to deliver on everything his captivating stare promised.

  Behind her now, he planted his mouth near her ear. “I like you this way.” His fingers tickled up her back. “So hot. So ready.” His hand slid between her thighs and he squeezed her needy flesh, then he shocked her with a firm slap against her clit. She gasped, surprised by how good that felt. His approving moan spilled out over her while he lightly dragged his fingernails across her back again. “I like seeing you waiting for me.” He slapped one cheek then the other, and she groaned when he nipped her butt. “I like the sexy sounds you make.” She wiggled against the growing arousal. “And the way you move in desperation.”

  Maybe she was reacting to the words he said, or the sensuality he exuded was overwhelming her, or perhaps her intensity was coming from the attention he gave her, but the feeling of being wanted again drove her crazy. Soon, though, it no longer mattered why she was losing her mind. Every touch and each move he made broke her world wide open and she let herself go where he took her, without trying to figure it all out.

  His voice deepened. “Bend over farther.”

  When she was completely flat on the mattress, he grabbed her hips and tugged her back toward him until the chain pulled tight and her arms extended all the way above her. Her bottom was left completely exposed over the edge of the bed. The position felt vulnerable. But the position also brought arousal that she couldn’t dare control.

  A cold breeze brushed across her bottom as he stepped away, and she turned her head to see him reaching for the leather flogger. In the wise fragments of her mind, she acknowledged the insanity of this moment. There she was, bound to the bed, unable to run, and she’d willingly agreed to a flogging. Something that had been used as torture in medieval times.

  But then the soft leather tails caressed her bottom, and those nerves faded with the gentle tickling because soon she began laughing. He stayed silent, continuing to drag the tails along her bum, and every so often, along her sides until she was laughing and wiggling and barely able to catch her breath.

  “I like that laugh, Olivia. I intend to hear it more often.” He gave a firm slap on her butt before tickling her again and again until she laughed harder and gasped for breath.

  That’s when he gave her a taste of the tails. Admittedly, she had expected sharp pain; instead the tails thumped against her like a massage.

  Over and over again, the tails of the flogger warmed up her bottom and back. She moaned into each of the flicks, against the cascading warmth on her flesh. Tension she hadn’t known was there began to drift away. But right as the darkness began to settle over her mind, quieting all thoughts, he grasped her hips and flipped her over onto her back. The chain, which had been holding her arms above her, bound her tighter.

  The world melted away to only him.

  Noah stood at the end of the bed, naked, hard, and—because at some point he had applied a condom—sheathed. He tucked his flogger under his arm then dragged his fingernails up
her thighs. “Explain how you feel right now.”

  “Warm.” She shivered, slightly confused about the rest.

  “Let’s get you hot then,” he said with a devilish grin.

  He returned the flogger to the case and reached for another one that had slightly thinner tails. He returned to the end of the bed, and immediately sent the tails soaring and landing on her thighs. Her breath hitched, sensation overwhelming her, as she tried to make sense of the new sensation that held a slight sting now. There was no pause. He played there for a minute, and her thighs began to burn with the heat this flogger offered.

  The flicks of heat vanished, then came his deep voice. “Chin up as far as you can manage.”

  She lifted her chin and was staring up at the coffered ceiling flickering with the candlelight when those stinging tails licked her breasts. She gasped against the sting on her nipples, her fists clenching, and yet confusing heat flooded between her thighs.

  “Olivia.” His voice sounded firm now, nearly harsh, pulling her back into her mind.

  “Yes, sir?” she managed.

  “I instructed you to lift your chin. It’s for your safety to avoid your eyes. Do as I ask.”

  She hadn’t realized she had lowered her head. My God, she couldn’t think. She trembled inside and out, her mind stuck behind a wonderful haze. She forced her chin up, and that’s when Noah unleashed himself. He moved around the bed, sometimes striking her right breast, then her left breast before moving down to her thighs, until he had done what he said he would.

  She was no longer warm. Now her skin burned in the best way possible. Everything seemed more alive. She felt more alive, aware of her body in ways she’d never been.

  “Look at me, angel,” he murmured.

  She lowered her chin and then he was all she could see. Standing at the end of the bed, and holding the condom in place, he stroked his thick cock. Her breasts were hot and the nipples were tingling, and her inner walls clenched for him to hurry up and get inside her.