“We are now sceneing. What should you call me?”
“What the hell, Mr. Denning?” she snarled, jerking her free arm down to her side.
He grabbed it again and brought it to the other cuff. Gia fought him, and Jason dug deep for patience. “Give me your wrist or use your safe word. It’s divorce.”
“You’re being a bastard, Mr. Denning.”
“Well, we can’t all be angels like you. Since opposites attract...” He gave her a tight smile. “In case you’re wondering, I’m not offended. Much meaner people have called me names far worse. Are you saying your safe word or giving yourself over to me?”
The fight left Gia. She lifted her hand to him.
“Just to be clear, you’re choosing to give your power to me, yes?”
“Yes.” She gritted her teeth. “Mr. Denning.”
Even though she’d given him the green light grudgingly, satisfaction still rolled through him. For the first time in nearly a year, he would finally have the gratification he’d craved—and he intended to take it. “Excellent.”
Wrapping his fingers around her forearm, he aligned her wrist with the cuff and snapped it in place. Now she was beautifully at his mercy.
“Are you uncomfortable physically in any way?” he demanded.
“No.”
“Do you have anything you want to say before we get started?”
“No.”
“And your safe word is…” he quizzed.
“Divorce.” Gia sounded as if she worked hard to shove down her anger.
It couldn’t be greater than his own, and he’d get to the bottom of hers when she felt more amenable to conversation. For now, he had something else in mind to remind her once and for all of the way a Dom/sub relationship worked.
“Good.” He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a sleep mask. It worked wonders when he needed shut-eye on bright Texas mornings…or when surly little subs needed an attitude adjustment.
When he lifted the mask to her eyes and fitted the Velcro strip behind her head, she gasped. “Jason, no.”
“Excuse me?” He injected sharp rebuke into his voice.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Denning…”
Now she sounded breathy and afraid, and he backed down immediately. Cradling her face in his hands, he pressed his lips to her ear. “I’m going to take care of you.”
She sucked in a shaky gulp of air. He could almost hear her mentally reviewing the months they’d spent as Master and slave, remembering all the ways he’d seen to her well-being then.
And slowly, her frozen muscles melted a bit. “Thank you.”
So she hadn’t forgotten the manners he’d taught her when playing with him. He smiled.
As he rose from the bed, Jason stepped back to admire Gia all spread out like a sacrifice, arms wide, innocent lace barely hiding her ni**les and pu**y from him, eyes covered and breath held, awaiting his pleasure. The sparkling shoes with their five-inch heels elongated her sleek legs. The idea of those shoes in the air while he f**ked her turned him on.
With a grimace, he adjusted his hard c**k in his jeans and made his way to the dresser to retrieve the goodies he’d left there. Once in hand, he sat on the edge of the bed next to her. God, he couldn’t wait for this.
“Open your mouth.”
Her breathing caught before the rate of her respiration picked up. Then slowly, she parted her moist, rosy lips. He’d missed kissing her so much, feeding his c**k into that mouth and drowning in the warm heaven…
Shit, he had to stay on track.