whimpered beneath the power of it, became lost as his other hand gripped my breast in seductive possession.
I was his, he didn’t have to say as his tongue slid across mine.
I would obey, he didn’t have to tell me as his fingers pinched the tip of my breast sending waves of need down to my core.
We have always been this to each other, he didn’t have to remind me as I surrendered to the passionate fire he could stoke so easily.
Callan’s fingers released my mouth, and I fell back to the mattress, my lips parted on heavy breath, my eyes hooded with the absolute need to be consumed by this man.
Dragging his gaze down my body, he gave a command that was spoken with soul gripping authority.
“Take off your clothes.”
I wanted to argue. It was instinct in me to fight. But even my own body betrayed me in that battle, my arms shaking as I reached to grip the hem of my nightgown to pull it off.
His eyes flared with want as I tossed the cotton aside and reached to curl my thumbs beneath the sides of my panties and strip them off.
In this, I dominated him.
Trapped him.
Reminded him of how he’d watched me from the shadows as a boy, but didn’t have to hide his desire as a man.
Kicking the panties from my feet, I stayed in place, breath leaking out of me as his eyes ran a slow path down my body.
When our stare locked again, I trembled in place.
“Stand up.”
Callan stepped back so I could do as he said.
It made me feel more exposed to be naked while he was fully dressed, my legs weak and heart hammering, my damn pulse a beat beneath every inch of my flesh.
“So obedient,” he mused, a renewed wash of heat behind sultry eyes. “Can I expect this of you from now on?”
“Fat chance,” I answered, even if my body said different.
He glanced up. “That’s a shame.”
Callan’s hand slid gently over my throat, his steps solid as he led me back to hold me against a wall. Head dipping down, the top of his tongue caught my ear, and as a soft moan lifted from my lungs, I felt his other hand come up, heard the quiet click of metal snapping around my neck.
My eyes flew open, and I glanced down to see a thin chain leading from the collar he’d locked around me.
I looked back up to see a grin stretching the corner of his mouth.
“What-“
He pressed a finger against my lips to quiet me, a gentle tug on the chain pulling me forward.
Fear chased down my spine, but I followed him, my feet moving forward as he crept backwards to keep his stare locked with mine.
Callan opened the door to my room, and my eyes rounded, my head shaking in refusal.
“There are people out there.”
Although, that wasn’t my only worry. I knew the devices Colton kept in the main room. Every one of them gave me nightmares.
“Surrender,” Callan reminded me with a grin that spoke of sexual malice.
My head shook again, feet locking in place.
“I’m scared.”
His eyes darkened. “You should be.”
Another tug and he had me moving despite my hesitancy, the hallways empty, the main room devoid of another living soul.
Chrome and leather gleamed beneath the lights above our head, the benches and other devices polished.
I scanned every one with healthy fear of what they could be used for to deliver pain.
My feet tripped over themselves as he led me to a bench of thick dark leather over wood. There were several movable parts that my mind couldn’t comprehend, the fear gripping so hard that my knees almost gave out.
Catching me around the waist, Callan lifted me to sit on the leather, his hips moving between my knees as his palm slid gently over my cheek.
Mouth against my ear, he exhaled, the heat of his breath a wash across cold skin.
“Are you still scared?”
My heart shuddered. “Terrified.”
His hand dove between us to cup me between the legs, a single fingertip sliding up until he pressed over my clit.
“Your body’s not,” he whispered, amusement clear in his voice.
My body was a traitor, primed and ready, wet and so fucking needy for him despite the unsteady gallop of my pulse.
“What will you do to me?”
“The same thing you did to me.”
He caught my wrists before I could pull away, pulled them above my head, his body shifting so he could force mine back, stretch me over the bench and trap my