Obeying Rowen Page 6

  He read her mind. Of course. “I would never leave a mark on you, sweet girl. At least not one that lasted more than a few hours. Relax. I’ve spanked bottoms as pale as yours before.”

  She shivered at the way he said “bottom.” When she heard that word, it made her slide into a more submissive role for some reason. It went with the way he also referred to her as his good girl. Sweet girl. It wasn’t insulting. It didn’t make her feel demeaned. It made her feel cherished. Her husband had never used diminutive words like that with her.

  For so long she had feared she would not be able to submit to another Dom without thinking of him or welling up with tears. Perhaps it was time. Perhaps Rowen was simply not him.

  But could she keep her heart out of this? That was the question. Letting Rowen take her to subspace and make her come was one thing. Letting herself fall for him was not possible. She would never open herself up to that level of vulnerability again.

  “Pull your cheeks apart for me, little one.”

  She slid her palms up her legs toward her ass and then spread her cheeks. He would be able to see the hint of her tight hole, but the thong still offered her some protection.

  “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

  She didn’t answer. She knew. She’d been told more times than she could count. She’d been ogled by men since she hit puberty. She was aware of her classic blond beauty. Most days it did nothing but annoy her. Tonight she felt as sexy as he insisted she was.

  “Is your pussy shaved bare?” he asked, the bold question making her struggle to continue to obey him.

  “No, Sir. I leave a strip.” The truth was she’d let herself go over the past year. She hadn’t resumed grooming the thin strip that led to her clit until recently. After she joined Zodiac. After she first saw Rowen.

  She hadn’t spoken to him before tonight. That didn’t matter. She hadn’t considered scening with him either. What she’d done was use him as inspiration when she masturbated.

  Yes. She’d also started touching herself with far more frequency lately too. Letting herself feel. Letting herself live again. Letting herself experience pleasure.

  Dominating at the club had given her back some of her power, but it wasn’t authentic. And Rowen knew this.

  “I like how obedient you are. It pleases me. Now, as sexy as those boots are, I want you totally bare to me. All of you. I find it humbles a submissive to be forced to expose herself down to her feet. Remove your boots and then your stockings and thong.”

  Damn, he was good. He had a way of making her pussy wet with just his words, but when he gave such detailed, well-thought-out instructions, moisture leaked to coat her thighs. There was every chance he could get her to come without touching her.

  She leaned down to unzip the back of her boots and tugged them off. Stepping her feet closer together, she unhooked the garter belts. She wiggled her ass back and forth while lowering the fishnet down first one leg and then the other. It felt good to strip for this Dom. She felt sexier than she had in a long time. Appreciated.

  After slowly pulling the stockings from her feet, she righted herself and lowered the garter belt and thong at the same time. The thin scraps of black lace were the last small barrier between her and Rowen. When she stepped out of them, she gave them a slight kick toward her skirt.

  Like the well-trained submissive she was, she kept her back to him, but stood tall, hands clasped at her back, feet spread a foot apart, head tipped toward the floor.

  Long moments passed, making her nervous. Probably his intention. Finally he stood and circled her again, spiraling around her, growing closer and closer as he moved. When he stopped in front of her, he brushed a wisp of hair from her forehead and then trailed his finger down her cheek, neck, and collarbone until he reached her breasts.

  She stared at her tight nipples, willing him to touch them.

  “Don’t move an inch while I explore.” He circled her nipple with that finger.

  She watched as it grew harder. Her breasts felt too heavy. Rowen had an amazing ability to affect her with little contact. His presence alone was so dominating that she melted under his gaze. How many women had felt this power?

  When he switched to torturing the other breast in the same fashion, she shivered.

  “Gorgeous.” He didn’t comment on her slight involuntary movement. Instead, without ever touching the spots she most craved, he glided his finger down to her belly.

  She hollowed her stomach at the contact.

  He continued lower, teasing the thin strip of hair she had groomed as recently as that morning. Still exploring, he rounded to her back and traced the edges of her butt cheeks before cupping them in both hands and squeezing. “Your skin is so soft and thin. Not a blemish anywhere. One spank against your bottom would leave a perfect pink handprint, wouldn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She’d seen it before. If Rowen wanted to spank her, she would gladly admire his work later that night alone in her bathroom.

  “No one has ever used a whip or a crop on you, have they?”

  “No, Sir,” she murmured.

  He stroked his fingers up and down her back. “If they did, you would likely scar.”

  This was true. Besides the fact that she didn’t get off on pain, she also wouldn’t be able to hide any marks a Dom chose to put on her. It would take much longer for them to heal on her than other submissives.

  He leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, “But you’ve been spanked.”

  Her breath hitched again. “Yes, Sir.”

  “For punishment or for pleasure?” he breathed.

  “Both, Sir.”

  “I thought so. The idea makes you wet.”

  She whimpered. He hadn’t asked a question.

  He stepped even closer until his torso lined up with hers, his T-shirt and jeans grazing her skin from her shoulders to her shins. His lips remained millimeters from her ear as he danced his fingers up and down her spine and then her butt and then her thighs. “Softest skin I’ve ever seen. So lovely to touch and to look at.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  When he dragged one finger slowly down the crack between her cheeks, she lifted slightly onto her toes. “Flat feet, Faith. That’s two.”

  She swallowed hard as she forced her heels to the floor.

  “Good girl. Stand still.” He set his free palm on her belly, fingers spread so wide they reached from the underside of her breasts to the strip of groomed hair. Was his intention to help steady her?

  He boldly tapped her tight rear hole, testing her ability to stay still? And then he continued downward until his finger stroked lightly over her swollen outer lips.

  “So fucking soft,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to set my mouth here.”

  She licked her lips. He couldn’t see her face directly, so she figured she could make nearly any expression she wanted.

  With two fingers, he eased her lips apart and then held them open while his middle finger dipped into her wetness. “Oh yeah. My sweet girl is so wet.”

  Her breaths came faster as her mind swam with the need to come. Please, God, don’t let him drag this out much longer.

  He swirled his finger through the moisture at the entrance and then pressed it slowly into her. “Damn, you’re tight. It’s been a while.”

  Two years… But she didn’t tell him that. She hadn’t told him anything about her husband or how she hadn’t seen him for six months when he’d been killed. From the comments Rowen made, she didn’t think his sister had filled him in on anything Faith had divulged to her either. That spoke volumes about her bourgeoning friendship with Sasha.

  Rowen eased his finger out of her channel and circled her clit with it. “I wonder if you’re a screamer,” he mused against her ear. “I wonder how many times you can come before you call for mercy.” He licked her earlobe. “I wonder if you gush when you experience a G-spot orgasm.”

  She shivered, which was apparently acceptable because again he didn’t comme
nt on the slight movement. She was also grateful he didn’t make her answer those queries. The reality was she couldn’t answer any of them with specificity.

  Screaming was a state of mind. Sometimes she could be loud. It depended on how fucking horny she was and how far into her mind she went. Sometimes, if she was in deep enough subspace, she’d been told she screamed.

  As for how many orgasms she could have, the record was three before she grew too sensitive. She had never been in a position to call for mercy.

  And the G-spot orgasm? Well, it had eluded her until now. She wasn’t concerned. Lots of women never had one.

  “I intend to find out the answer to all of those questions. Not necessarily today, but soon,” he promised.

  She opened her mouth to argue and then thought better of it. This was a one-time scene. Wasn’t it? When Rowen had suggested she submit to him, he hadn’t mentioned anything other than tonight in his office. Although, of course he wouldn’t have. They’d just met.

  In Faith’s mind, there would be no more scenes after this one. He was tearing down her walls so rapidly she couldn’t even hang on to the semblance of a fence anymore. No one had been permitted inside. Not in eighteen months. And no one ever would again. She had barely survived the loss of her husband. She didn’t have the strength to care that much for another human being.

  She trembled as he continued to circle her clit. He was getting to her, seeping through her barriers so easily when no one had managed anything even remotely similar in so long. It made her nervous. And she tensed.

  He inched closer to her, his palm pressing firmly against her belly. “Relax your body. I’ve got you.”

  Her nervousness wasn’t something she could control, but she didn’t bother to explain.

  He thrust his finger into her channel again, and she forgot her tension as a gasp left her lips. “That’s a girl. Stay out of your brain. Concentrate on how good I’m gonna make you feel.” His finger swirled around inside her, pressing the walls of her sex.

  She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths.

  When a second finger joined the first, she whimpered again.

  “Yeah. That’s it. Just you and me. Feel my touch. Let it go. Don’t fight it.”

  She nodded.

  “It’s been a long time since you’ve let yourself go. Give it to me.” Still whispering. So intuitive. So damn sweet.

  She squeezed her hands together tighter at her lower back, pulling her shoulders back farther. She wanted to please him. If she broke form, he would reprimand her, and right now she wanted to feel everything his voice promised with none of the punishment that would come later.

  While he slowly fucked her with those two fingers, his other hand eased down her belly and angled toward the floor until his middle finger stroked her clit.

  A noise escaped her lips. Not loud. Not quiet either.

  “Oh, yeah. So responsive.” He kissed her earlobe. His tongue danced around the edges, teasing, tempting, taunting. And then he whispered again, “I’m going to get my first wish, aren’t I?”

  First wish… She had no idea what he was referring to, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t think. All her concentration was focused on her pussy.

  Suddenly, he pinched her clit at the same time he angled his other two fingers to stroke over her G-spot, fucking her hard and fast.

  She shattered, the orgasm taking her by surprise and sucking the breath out of her…right after she screamed out his name.

  While she rode the waves of pleasure, Rowen continued to fuck her with those fingers and flick two others over her clit. It wasn’t until she slumped slightly forward that he jerked his hand back up her belly to steady her. “I’ve got you, sweet girl.” He removed his fingers from her channel and lifted her into his arms.

  Before she could protest, he was seated on the sofa, cradling her against his chest and wrapping a soft blanket around her body. “That’s a good girl. Just relax.” He stroked his hand up and down her back while he continued to whisper.

  Chapter 6

  Rowen had no idea what just happened. He’d driven right off the road and into a ditch. What possessed him to claim this woman so thoroughly? He knew nothing about her.

  When he’d given her that ultimatum a while ago, he hadn’t expected her to submit to him. He’d expected her to turn him down. Maybe choose to talk to him. Open up. Apparently her secrets were guarded tightly, though. Either that or she had been desperate to have someone top her. Probably a little of both.

  Never in his life had he so totally connected with a woman like this. He realized it was a fluke and couldn’t be repeated, but he was ruined anyway.

  Faith’s soft breaths against his neck told him she was slowly relaxing, perhaps even asleep. He would hold her for ten hours if that was what she needed. In fact, he wouldn’t move a muscle if it meant she remained asleep in his arms.

  She was so dainty. Almost fragile. And yet so strong at the same time. Nothing that happened in his office resembled the Domme he’d watched several times in the club the last few weeks. It was like she had two different personalities. He could easily guess which one was authentic.

  Why was she hiding from herself?

  He sensed it was monumental that he’d broken down her walls, no matter how temporarily, and forced her to be herself for an evening. It had been forever since she’d submitted to anyone. He was reasonably certain she’d been shocked by her ability to do so.

  Every tiny noise, every whimper, every lick across her lip, every inhalation… All of those things were permanently imbedded in his mind now. And then there was the way she screamed. Not just an outburst of emotion. No. Faith had screamed his name.

  His cock was still hard at the memory. He closed his eyes, set his chin on the top of her head, and forced himself to breathe.

  Unexpectedly, this wisp of a woman had gotten to him, slammed through several of his roadblocks, and left him reeling. For one thing, she showed no sign of being tainted by whatever wealth she possessed. She wasn’t haughty or superior in any way. For another thing, she did not top him from the bottom. Since she was accustomed to the role of Domme lately, he’d been unsure she could so totally turn the tables.

  Rowen guarded his heart, however. He liked her, of that there was no doubt. But he needed to rein in his emotions. He’d fallen for women before. Hell, most recently he’d fallen for Rayne. Just because he liked Faith and they had one scene of fantastic submission didn’t mean she was “the one.” He also knew nothing about her, and she’d kept her secrets close.

  She squirmed.

  He held her tighter. “Relax, sweet girl.” For this moment, this hour, she was his.

  “I should go,” she murmured.

  “Not yet.” Holding her with the arm wrapped around her waist, he reached with his other hand to grab the bottle of water she’d sipped from earlier. He tucked his finger under her chin to tip her head back and held the bottle to her lips. “Take a sip.”

  She obeyed, parting her pink lips for him and letting the cool water into her mouth. As she swallowed, she moaned.

  “Good girl.” Lord, she was an angel.

  She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and snuggled closer into him, tucking her chin down so he could no longer see her face.

  He decided it was time to say a few things, though he honestly had no idea where to begin or what his objective was. “That was beautiful, Faith. You’re a natural submissive.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” Her voice was weak as though she didn’t want to admit his words were true. Not to him. And certainly not to herself.

  He stroked his hand up her back and then cupped her head. “I don’t know why you’ve been moonlighting as a Domme, but it’s obvious to me your true nature is as a sub.”

  She didn’t move or speak.

  “I’m not going to ask you why. I promised I wouldn’t, and I won’t. Not tonight. But I want you to do something for me.”

  He barely heard her response. “What, Sir?�
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  He inhaled slowly, staring at her. Was he out of his mind? “Don’t let this exploration end here. Submit to me this week.”

  She stiffened.

  He smoothed his hand down to massage her neck muscles. “I’ll make it easy for you. I won’t see you this week, not even once. I’m asking you to submit to me from wherever you are. One week. From your home or work or wherever you go. Baby steps. On your honor. Ease back into the life. No one will know but you and me.” The words tumbled from his mouth as if they were rehearsed, when in reality, he was shocked by his own suggestion.

  She didn’t respond except to press her hand into his chest. At least she was considering his proposal.

  He was making this up on the fly, but the more he spoke, the better the idea sounded. “We’ll communicate through text, email, and phone. You’ll do as I say without question or hesitation. You won’t have the pressure of submitting to a Dom in person.”

  Her body softened slightly. He was reaching her. She was softening to his plan.

  “You come to me Saturday night one week from today and we take your pulse. What do you have to lose?”

  Time stood still while he let her ponder his suggestion. Seconds ticked by interminably before she finally spoke. “I have a private appointment with a submissive on Wednesday.”

  “With Brooke?” He remembered her name from Lincoln and Carter. He also remembered that Faith was working with her when the club wasn’t open.

  She nodded.

  “Can you reschedule it? I’d rather you focused solely on submitting this week. It would be confusing to switch in the middle of the week.”

  She thought for a moment before nodding again. “Okay, Sir.”

  “Good girl. I know that was a hard decision for you.” He slid his hands to her shoulders and pushed her small frame a few inches from his chest. The blanket fell to her lap, baring her fantastic tits. He kept his gaze on her face. “Look at me.”

  She lifted her eyes. Fear consumed her.