Tied with Me (With Me in Seattle, #6)(39)

“Yes, Master.” She smiles sweetly and kneels at his feet, seemingly content.

“She could have used her safe word at any time,” Matt murmurs as he leads me away.

“She let him hit her.”

“He spanked her, sweetheart.”

“He left handprints,” I argue.

Matt grins wickedly at me. “Yes, he did.”

Holy shit.

“Excuse me, Master Matt.” A woman approaches Matt, her head bent in respect and hands clasped at her waist.

Her very naked waist.

“Yes, Anna?” Matt answers.

“My Master and I would like to respectfully ask if you would like to restrain me,” she responds softly. Her nipples are puckered. She’s clearly very turned on at the idea.

Fuck that.

Matt raises his eyes over her shoulder to see a man leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his muscular chest, watching silently.

“Why did Master Alex send you over?”

“Because it was my idea, Master.”

I just bet it was.

“I see. I will have to pass, Anna. I have a date this evening.” Matt smiles at me. “This is Nic.”

Anna frowns for a moment but then offers me a fake smile, nods at Matt and stomps away.

“You’ve clearly played with her before,” I mumble. My body is stiff in anger and jealousy, which pisses me off more.

What he did before me isn’t any of my business.

“Nic,” he begins, but I shake my head and try to walk away. He grips my upper arm and pulls me around to face him. “I may not make you kneel and call me Master, but you will not top me here, do you understand? The past is the past, and the only woman I’m interested in touching is the one before me.”

His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are deep blue and ice cold. His grip on my arm is firm, but he’s careful not to hurt me.

God, I want him.

“Yes, sir,” I mutter, stressing the word sir.

Matt shakes his head and laughs, rubs his hand over his mouth and watches me carefully. “Jealousy doesn’t become you. I think I might have to teach you a lesson about who is in control here, little one.”

He takes my hand and leads me over to an empty platform that has suspension chains hanging from the ceiling. He approaches one of the dungeon masters and murmurs in his ear, then turns to me with shining eyes.

“I’m going to undress you.”

My mouth drops open in surprise, but when his eyes travel the length of me, undressing me with his gaze, I bite my lip and almost strip out of my clothes myself. I start to look around the room, but he grips my chin in his fingers and holds my gaze steady.

“You’ll watch me and only me. There is no one else here but you and I, do you understand?”

I nod, but he pushes his face closer to mine.

“Words, Nic.”

“I understand.”

“What is your safe word?”

“Red.” I swallow and watch his lips as he licks them. His thumb is tracing circles on my cheek, soothing me.

“Trust me.”

“I do,” I reply and know that I feel it, to my bones. He won’t hurt me, and won’t do anything to embarrass me. I can feel eyes on me around the room, but I focus on his voice and his blue gaze.

Focus solely on him.

A man drops a large black duffel bag at Matt’s feet and discreetly backs away. Matt tucks one finger in my red, strapless top and pulls me to him, kissing me deeply, firmly. His tongue slips between my lips and laps at my mouth, exploring every inch, as his hands travel around to my back to unzip my shirt then discard it to the floor.

I’m not wearing a bra, so the cool air and Matt’s kisses, the intensity of this crazy evening, have puckered my nipples to hard points. Matt drags his hands down my chest to cup my breasts, teasing the sensitive nubs with his fingers. I’m squirming where I stand, rubbing my legs together to try to ease the ache there.

Matt nibbles his way across my jaw and whispers in my ear, “Stay still.”

My legs still, earning a grin from my demanding man.

He gently trails his fingertips along the waist of my short denim skirt, unzips it and lets it fall around my ankles, leaving me standing before him completely nude.

He sucks in a breath as his eyes roam down my body, curses under his breath and then chuckles ruefully.

“I think I’m pissed at myself for allowing these men to see what’s mine. I want to punch them all for the thoughts that I know are running through their perverted heads.”

His words warm me, make me feel sexy and strong, and I grin back at him.

“You like that, don’t you, little one?” He kisses my forehead, my nose, and then my lips. “There might be an exhibitionist in you yet.”

I swallow and gape at him. Me? No way!

“I want you to sit with your legs bent and ankles together.” He helps me to the floor and kneels before me, my toes tucked between his knees. He unzips his duffel and pulls out long lengths of red ropes.

“I like red on you,” he murmurs as he begins to loop the rope around my ankles and feet. “You can touch me while I work.”

I smile and push my fingers into his light brown hair as he bends his head over my feet, working intently.

“May I speak?” I ask softly so only he can hear me. The music is too loud for anyone else to hear us.