Obeying Rowen Page 23

  And damn but she proved to him in less than two seconds that she knew good and well she was his in every way.

  He watched as she looked around. “Go ahead, explore.”

  She wandered in farther and he headed for the kitchen table to deposit the bag. He opened the fridge to grab two bottles of water next and then leaned against the counter to watch her as he tugged off his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt.

  She had managed to recover enough from her scene with Brooke and him unbalancing her in his office to move around on steady feet, her shoulders pulled back, her hands clasped behind her. When she reached his side, she lifted her gaze. “I love your place, Sir. It’s warm.”

  “Seriously? I thought you would hate it. Your apartment is so open and bright. Cheery, I suppose. I thought the darkness of mine would make you cringe.”

  She shook her head and took the water bottle he offered her. “I didn’t choose the décor. My mother did. My sister helped. They thought I needed a new apartment and a fresh start after Victor died, so they set me up with no input from me at all.”

  Huh. Go figure. He took another drink of water.

  “I’m not sure I was even ready to move yet. Emotionally. My mother swooped in fast, hoping to get me to forget Victor and fall back in line.” She rolled her eyes and then her face hardened.

  He frowned at her. It really bothered him that she had such a bad relationship with her family. So much sarcasm in her voice as if she truly hated the mother who gave birth to her. It made him sad. Hell, it pissed him off. Was he judging her wrong or was her mother truly the bitch Faith made her out to be?

  Tonight was not about that, though. Tonight was about the two of them. Tomorrow they could deal with family issues.

  When she turned around as if to walk away, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back against his chest. He set his lips on her ear. “I’m glad you like my place. Now, as much as I have enjoyed watching you move in this sexy white dress all evening, it’s time to take it off.” He set his water on the counter and reached for the hem to pull the dress over her head, leaving her totally naked except for the strappy silver heels. He liked the look, so he left them.

  She lowered her face, her ponytail falling to one side as he returned his arm to rest under her tits and pulled her lower back into his erection.

  “No more words,” he whispered against her ear again. “Unless I ask you a direct question, your job for the rest of the night is total obedience.”

  She said nothing, but her body shivered in his grip, and her nipples stiffened as he watched.

  He smiled. “Good girl.”

  Releasing her, he took her hand, led her to a kitchen chair, pulled it away from the table, and guided her to sit. “Spread your knees, sweet girl. Reach your arms behind the chair.”

  She straightened her spine and did as he asked, although her thighs were still not wide enough for him to get between them.

  He waited, not moving, seeing if she would realize what he wanted and comply on her own. Finally, she slowly spread her knees wider. “That’s better.”

  She shuddered.

  He pulled the blindfold from his pocket and held it in front of her. “Our last unused toy.” He slid it over her head and tightened it to ensure she couldn’t see anything. “Bend your arms so you can hold on to your wrists with both hands.”

  She followed his instructions.

  After rummaging around in the bag, he found the rope and turned around to let one end of it dangle over her shoulder, grazing her nipples. She wiggled just enough to avoid the touch as if it burned when really it simply teased.

  He stepped behind her as he prepared the rope, folding it several times to create the perfect loop that would secure her arms behind the chair but not injure her skin or pull too tight. The moment he touched her skin, he was in his zone, creating art. He took his time intricately wrapping the rope around her arms, securing her to the chair with a beautiful swirly pattern.

  When he rounded to face her and kneel in front of her, he set his hands on her knees. “Is it too tight?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He pressed the inside of her knees. “Since you seem to find it necessary to keep your legs too close together, I’m going to bind them open.”

  She licked her lips and then bit the lower one.

  He plucked it from her mouth, causing her breath to hitch, and then he smoothed his hand down one leg until he gripped her ankle. Angling himself to the side of the chair, he used one of the lengths of rope hanging from her biceps to attach her ankle to the rear leg of the chair.

  Her breathing picked up. Not surprising. Her knee was now pressing against the side of the seat. There was no way to close it. After securing her other leg in the same fashion, he stepped back. “So gorgeous,” he murmured. “Do you mind if I take a few pictures? From behind. I won’t show your nipples or your pussy. Not even your face.”

  “If that’s what you’d like, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and rounded to take several shots from a variety of angles. Every time the flash went off she flinched. “These are perfect, sweet girl. You’re going to like them.” He set the phone down and kneeled in front of her again.

  He settled between her knees, smoothing his hands up and down her inner thighs. “So wet for me.”

  She whimpered.

  “The blindfold heightens your arousal, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He pulled her swollen lower lips apart, but didn’t touch her pussy directly. Instead, he watched her face as she squirmed and tipped her head back. Her mouth opened to draw in much-needed oxygen. Watching her made his dick so hard it pressed against his dress pants.

  Rowen leaned forward enough to blow gently against her pussy.

  She arched her belly on a moan.

  He lifted his gaze to her amazing tits and flicked his tongue over each one. “Are you comfortable, Faith?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Whose pussy is this?” He tapped right above her clit with one finger.

  “Yours, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He rose again to grab some things from the bag on the table, returning with everything he intended to use to torment her. He toyed with her nipples first, cupping her breasts and thumbing them until they were stiff peaks.

  When he thought she might come from the nipple play alone, he released them, but only long enough to pinch one of them and settle the little clamp on the offended bud. Seconds later, he had the other secured to match its mate.

  He gave the delicate chains a pull to make them sway.

  Every tiny reaction from her, every whimper, every arch, every flinch made his cock harder. She was the perfect submissive. More than he could have dreamed of.

  But was she his? Would she be his tomorrow? Something in the air gave him the distinct impression their perfect bubble would burst tomorrow night and this game they were playing would be over as fast as it started.

  She had said very little about the fact that he’d insisted they go to her parents’ for dinner. He wasn’t sure she’d even informed them she was coming or bringing a guest. He hadn’t pushed her, but he got a vibe that she either had no intention of going through with her promise or planned to skip town in order to avoid it. Preposterous, but he couldn’t avoid the dense air that surrounded every conversation involving her family.

  With both hands on her thighs again, he parted her lower lips and leaned forward to flick his tongue over her clit.

  She let out a sharp noise and tried to lift her butt.

  “So needy.”

  She whimpered again. Music. The flush on her cheeks was sexy too. The way she licked her lips repeatedly and then let them fall apart to breathe through her mouth. Also hot as hell.

  He reached for the vibrator next, turning it on low so the sound made her squirm with renewed effort. Her head fell forward, her ponytail swaying with the movement. “Oh, God. Sir. Oh my God.�
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  “Did I give you permission to speak?”

  She sucked in a breath, shaking her head. “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. Sorry.” She was mumbling, almost incoherently, while he listened to her with a smile. “So aroused. I think I’m going to explode. Please, Sir.” She gasped for oxygen as if there weren’t enough of it in the room.

  “That’s kind of the idea, isn’t it, sweet girl?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She stiffened, inhaling long and slow, perhaps telling herself how to regain control.

  “Nevertheless, you still don’t have permission to speak. Every time you do, I’m keeping a tally.”

  She pursed her lips.

  “I think you enjoy being punished.”

  She didn’t move, but she did bite her lip again.

  He stroked his free hand up and down her thigh. “Or perhaps you’re testing me to see what I’ll do to discipline you. Pushing your boundaries. Understandable. In many respects we’re new to each other. You can’t be sure I’ll live up to your expectations.”

  Her lips parted as if she were going to argue, but she stopped herself.

  “I get you, Faith. I know you need a firm Dom. I know you need someone to set tight boundaries and enforce strict rules. It soothes you to submit fully like that. And I’m letting you know that I’m up to that task. I’ve searched my entire life for someone like you.” He leaned forward. “Let go. Let me lead. Don’t fight it.” You’re home.

  Those last words were on the tip of his tongue, but he thought they would scare her to death, and he truly believed she wasn’t on the same page as him. She was submitting completely—her body anyway. But her mind wasn’t fully his. She was still holding back.

  Sure, she’d told him everything about her life. She’d been an open book. But he sensed she was still holding back emotionally.

  If she went through with their plan to dine with the Davenports tomorrow night, he hoped to be able to understand the entire dynamic. Either she was an ungrateful brat who refused to be kind to her parents, or her parents were evil beings who didn’t deserve Faith in their lives. The former seemed unreasonable. The latter made his heart hurt.

  The conundrum was that he felt pulled in two directions. He couldn’t stomach the thought that Faith was a different person in her parents’ home—one he would not like. He also couldn’t stomach finding out her parents were as horrifying as she insisted.

  She lowered her head, but her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

  God, she was gorgeous.

  He lifted the egg toward her ear to remind her it was in his hand.

  She sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t otherwise move.

  He set it against the chain hanging from one nipple, making her arch. When he switched it to the other chain, she leaned to one side. “I bet that feels weird,” he commented. “Brings attention to those clamps, doesn’t it?”

  She didn’t answer. He didn’t need her to.

  When he set the tip of the egg directly on the tip of one nipple, she shrank away from the shocking contact. Without warning, he pressed the egg directly against her clit and turned up the speed.

  Her ass lifted off the chair as far as she could move while a groan left her mouth.

  He set his free hand on her thigh to hold her down and pressed deeper.

  “Oh… God. Oh, no. Sir…” Her leg trembled under his palm, and within seconds she came.

  A scream filled the room. He waited until she started squirming in earnest to remove the egg from her clit, but only to push it up into her pussy.

  Her head rolled back.

  He reached in with two fingers to angle the vibrations against her G-spot.

  “No. No no no no no.”

  “Faith…” he warned. “Unless you mean to use your safeword—which is not no—close your lips.”

  She clamped her mouth shut, her entire body stiff and wiggling.

  He still held her thigh, but he angled his hand so he could stroke her clit with his thumb.

  Faith moaned, a deep unintelligible sound that signaled she was close again.

  “Come for me, sweet girl. Come on my hand.”

  At his command, she came, the inside of her pussy clutching at his fingers while her clit throbbed against his thumb. A gush of wetness hit his palm. “Ohmygod,” she murmured. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, her so completely at his mercy and undone.

  He would bet money that was her first G-spot orgasm.

  When she winced, he turned off the vibrations and removed his thumb, but he left the egg inside her. While she was still gasping for air, her body shaking with the aftereffects of two hard orgasms, he reached up and removed both clamps at once.

  “Fuck,” she screamed. “That hurts.”

  He chuckled. “Sweet girl, you’re incorrigible. No matter what I do to punish you, you add to the infractions.”

  She licked her lips. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Normally I would rub out the sting after removing the clamps, but you didn’t earn that privilege. Now you’ve made it worse.”

  She pursed her lips.

  “You’re going to be a handful when it comes to discipline, aren’t you? Normally, if you were anyone else, I would use a whip on your bottom. But your skin is too sensitive for the welts. I won’t do that to you.”

  He stroked a finger down her cheek. “You’re intentionally pushing the limits to see what I’ll do, aren’t you, Faith?”

  She hesitated. “Yes, Sir.”

  He leaned in closer, gripping her chin but setting his lips on her ear. “You’re testing me. You want to know deep down if I’m a firm enough Dom to handle you.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was stronger.

  “Good girl. I’m proud of you for telling the truth. I’m creative, sweet girl. I will always give you what you need. But I will also warn you that you won’t like it. So if you think it’s a good idea to antagonize me in order to get a gentle spanking or a rush of orgasms, you would be wrong.” He let go of her chin and rose to his feet.

  He knew she was nervous, wondering what he would do next. Goose bumps rose on her skin. He also knew this night was crucial. Whatever was going on in that twisted head of hers included testing his worthiness. Though he had no idea what he needed to do to prove to her he was a firm Dom who could handle her.

  He had no choice but to take a chance, choose a punishment, and see how she reacted. Silently, he left her in the kitchen. He’d done more shopping that week than what she’d been privy to in the bag he’d sent to her house.

  He headed for his bedroom closet, unlocked the deep drawer at the bottom of his built-in shelves, and prayed he chose correctly. If he wasn’t mistaken, she would endure anything. If he was wrong, he could lose her.

  His own hands were shaking as badly as hers when he made his selection, and a minute later he was in front of her again.

  “Open your mouth.” He tugged on her chin, waiting for her to comply.

  She parted her lips.

  “Wider.”

  She held her breath as she tipped her head back and spread her jaw open farther.

  He tucked the O ring behind her teeth and pulled the leather straps around to the back of her head to hold the ring in place. It wasn’t overly large, but it wasn’t the smallest one on the market either. He wanted her to feel the stress of not being able to speak. He wanted her to be uncomfortable and unable to swallow properly. He wanted to do something to discipline her so she would know he took his job seriously without marking her skin.

  When he had the straps tightened, he tipped her head forward toward her lap and made sure her blindfold was still in place.

  She moaned, fighting the ring.

  He reached behind her and set a golf ball in her hand. “Hold on to the ball, Faith.”

  She gripped it.

  “Good girl. You’re being punished for speaking out of turn. The ring stays in your mouth for fifteen minutes. Since you can’t use your safeword, the ball is your safety net. If
you drop it, I’ll remove the ring and the scene is over.”

  She moaned unintelligibly behind the ring. He kneeled in front of her and ran a finger around her lips, teasing them. “Keep your head down. I want you to drool between your legs.”

  A shudder spread down her torso.

  “That’s my girl.” He stroked her hair. “I have dozens of ways to discipline you. You don’t need to test me to find out what all of them are.” He thumbed her nipples, making her writhe. They stiffened to sharp points. He pinched them both hard and held them away from her body as he spoke again. “I have the perfect little crop for these. Next time you tempt me, I might be inclined to bind your tits and give your nipples a sharp swat. Just one will make you wish you had never disobeyed me. I know because I’ve had it done before.”

  He leaned in closer, tugging harder to remind her what part of her body he was discussing. “Have you ever had your nipples cropped, sweet girl?”

  “Un-uh.” She shook her head.

  “Do you like the idea?”

  “Un-uh.”

  “Then maybe you’ll trust me to guide you and teach you how I like my submissives to behave without testing me, yeah?”

  She nodded, a line of drool running down her chin.

  He released her nipples and stroked a finger through her folds. She moaned again as he flicked across her clit. “For someone who just had two orgasms, you sure are horny.” After teasing her for another minute, he removed his hand entirely. “You won’t be permitted to come again tonight. Though you will climb on top of me and ride me when your punishment is over.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath, probably wondering how the hell that would be possible.

  “I know you can do it.” He left her again. She had five more minutes. He wanted her to spend them without knowing where he was or what he was doing or how much time had passed.

  When her time was up, he returned with her bottle of water. He unlatched the O ring from the back of her head first, and then he rubbed her jaw. “You okay, sweet girl?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was far meeker. Obedient. He liked it. Maybe she was done testing him for now.