screaming and alive. I tensed, allowing myself to ease into this new form of discomfort even as it took my breath away.
My eyes still closed, I felt pleasurable heat drip onto my rear, my back, my shoulders. I could feel the warmth dripping down the sides of my breasts before hardening. It increased the arousal that grew between my thighs and I found myself craving more.
“You are so beautiful,” Parker whispered. “Embrace the feel of the wax, angel.”
My heart raced when the liquid heat, the pleasurable high slicked over my opening to my clit. The wax burned, kissing my skin with tiny prickles of delight.
Parker grabbed my hair, forcing my head back, and brushed his fingers down my face. “Eyes on me, pet.”
My eyes slowly fluttered open, taking in my love. In my subspace haze, I saw that we were alone before my gaze finally settled on Parker. The lighting from the candles shimmered around him, giving him an unearthly glow.
“Bring me into your safe place.” He kissed me once and released me.
I allowed my eyes to shut and my body to feel as he walked around me.
His fingers pushed into the opening of my body while he poured the wax onto my tailbone. “Fly for me.”
Throwing my head back, I gave him my all as he brought forth the remnants of our mutual ecstasy. With his hand against my most intimate area, the other reached around to cup my neck. My body convulsed as he sank into me, a release shattering through me hard and fast.
Parker made love to me slow and deep, bringing me over the edge again and again. “Breathe it out, angel.”
But I didn’t want to. I wanted to remember this pain and pleasure, mixing as one. Calling it forth whenever I needed the reminder. Of that safe place. Of us being together as one in the most intimate and vulnerable way possible. I wanted to remember my submission, needed to remember my undoing. That ultimate freedom.
Past
T HAD been weeks since I saw Parker. Even longer since I held him and smelled his scent. It felt like a lifetime since I had a taste of him.
Although I knew that I was now the owner of Reed Enterprises, I never felt like it was mine. It didn’t belong to me. Not in the way a company like that should. Even if I slapped my name on it, it was and would always be Parker’s. Working from the ground up, he built a name for himself faster than anyone that I knew. At such a young age, he had more power, held more control than I ever could have imagined in my twenty-five years of existence. He lived and breathed the life of owning and controlling, dominating everything around him.
I never once wanted to run Reed Enterprises. I just figured it would run itself until Parker was able to come back, revealing himself to everyone that he was, in fact, very much alive. Not knowing what Parker’s true plans were in the beginning, I didn’t argue with his lawyer over me taking over the company. Not until the day I had to actually lead a meeting.
“You have to let them see that everything is fine,” his lawyer had told me the night before. “They need to know that they are still working for someone. You don’t want Parker’s hard work to go to shit, do you?”
Of course the guilt was laid on thick and I had no choice but to follow through with our plans.
So there I was, standing in front of Reed Enterprises, looking up at the building that I hadn’t stepped foot in in weeks. Probably even months. I had lost track of time and couldn’t tell one day from the next most mornings. Troy and Patrick were both happy that I would finally be getting out of the house when I’d rather mope and stew over everything that had happened.
With Jones parked a block away, the tremor of anxiety eased in my belly. Somewhat. I didn’t know a thing about leading a meeting with a room filled with men. Men who worked for Parker. Men who had watched Parker grow. They would no doubt wonder who the hell this woman was, trying to take over their boss’s company.
Taking a breath, I pushed open the glass door and headed into the cool lobby. Security sat to my left with reception straight ahead of me. I could feel eyes on me as I slowly walked to the