The Proposal - Kitty Thomas Page 0,71

hand there for a long time as if he's willing his child to grow in there—or sensing its essence.

But even if I were already pregnant with someone's child, it would be too soon to know.

Then he moves lower still, his mouth between my legs. I gasp and arch up into him, but he's only teasing me.

“You're already quite spoiled,” he says, pulling back. “Roll over onto your stomach.”

“Sir?” I'm sure he can taste my fear on the air in the stillness of the room.

“Don't worry. I'm not going to fuck your ass tonight.”

I roll onto my stomach.

“Good girl.”

I feel the blankets that were pulled back partially only a moment ago, now removed completely.

“Stretch your arms and legs out like an X,” he orders.

“A-are you going to tie me?”

“Yes. I want your complete surrender. Do you trust me?”

I don't answer him in words. Instead, I spread my arms and legs out in an X like he requested.

He presses a kiss to my back and murmurs, “Good girl” against my skin.

I gasp as ropes are tied around my wrists and ankles, then tied to what I assume must be the bed posts. I don't know, I haven't actually seen his room. From the roughness of the ropes, I know he wants to leave marks on me. After all he could have used silk, or soft cords, or ties. Does he want Soren and Griffin to see them? Does he want to watch as I sit uncomfortably through breakfast, rope burns on display in the morning light?

I wonder if there's a bigger power struggle than I thought and what that ultimately might mean for me. Whatever's going on with them, it doesn't feel like jealousy. It isn't as though they're each fighting to be the one to win my heart. It's nothing so quaint and prosaic as that. It's about power. Control. It's about who gets to move the pieces across the chess board.

The queen is supposed to be the most powerful piece, but I don't feel it. Maybe I'm only a pawn after all.

Dayne's voice interrupts my thoughts. “I need you to relax for me. Take a deep breath in and then slowly let it out.”

I obey him, and when I exhale, I gasp as he pushes something hard and cold and wet inside my ass. Metal? Glass? I don't know what it's made of. But it's only about the thickness of a man's finger.

He presses a hand against my back. “Shhh, Livia. Relax. Everything is okay.”

I'm pretty sure Dayne could make me believe this even if the world was literally burning down around me. Just his skin against my skin and his soothing words can make me believe anything. It's a dangerous power to have.

He eases the toy in deeper. At first my muscles tighten against the invasion, but under his calming caresses and his steady voice, I relax, and I feel the tiniest tendril of something that's surprisingly more pleasure than pain. It shouldn't feel good. It's dark and dirty and makes me feel vulnerable and self-conscious in a thousand different ways.

And I wonder if he's in the dark like I am, or if it's merely the illusion of the blindfold and he has full light.

“Stop thinking. Just feel. Surrender. You have no control over this situation.”

Even as he says these words, I know if I cried or begged he'd stop. I know this because Dayne's darkness is cloaked in honor, unlike Soren's ruthless storm.

“Give me another slow breath. In. And out.”

Dayne could have been a yoga instructor in another life. I follow his direction as he begins to slowly ease the lubed toy in and out of me. My pussy responds with arousal and jealousy that another part of me is being penetrated, and suddenly I want to be fucked. Suddenly I want to feel fullness from both sides. In my cunt and in my ass at the same time.

I'm shocked and unnerved by this thought. It's not possible. I'm not anatomically set up to be able to handle it. I know I'm not. This silent struggle goes on in my mind while Dayne continues to send my nerve endings into overdrive.

The ropes dig into my wrists as I struggle, but I'm not struggling to get away, I'm struggling for more without having to ask for it.

Dayne stops and removes the toy.

“Please,” I whisper.

He chuckles. “You want more?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He raises my hips and places something underneath me, then he presses me back down on it. It feels like a