Weekend Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #1)(34)

Her eyes narrowed and she cocked her head. “Exactly what does that mean?”

“It means that I need to be in control in the bedroom, and I want you to submit to me. I want to know you trust me with your body and your pleasure. I want to make you come a dozen times, but only at my command. It fulfills something inside of me when a woman submits.”

“I’m not sure I understand. You want me to lay here and do nothing while you work me over?”

He shook his head, “No, never. I always want you to respond and enjoy yourself. It’s so hard to explain. You know what BDSM is right?” When she nodded, he relaxed a little. “Well I practice dominance and submission. I want to tie you up so you can’t touch me back. I want to feel your ass under my hand as I spank you. I want to tease you to the point of orgasm and then stop, only to do it again until we both go crazy with need. I want you to acknowledge that your body is mine when you’re with me, so I can control your pleasure.”

Parker waited for half a breath so she could absorb what he was saying, and then continued, “It’s not just about spanking you though. I’ve watched you build your career, and you are a powerhouse. Woman, you take control over situations and make things happen that no one else could dream of. I want you to let me have that precious control. I want you to let me take care of you and ensure you’re pleasure and satisfaction because it will benefit us both.”

“Wow…um…okay. Give me a minute to think. I’ve never…I mean…”

She stayed silent for a few more moments as she processed what he said, and he felt the tension building between them. If she turned him down it would kill him.

“The last time I let someone make decisions for me, he walked away from me and my mother and never looked back.”

Parker nodded his acknowledgement of her pain, but didn’t question her further. This had to be her decision. He wouldn’t ever be happy knowing he forced it upon her. When she abruptly stood in front of him and lifted on her toes to press a kiss to his jaw, he flinched.

“If it’s what you need, Parker, then I will try. Believe me, you are the only man I would trust enough to do this with, and you will probably have to walk me through it, but I’m willing to try.”

In an instant all of his fears of rejection dissipated. She was agreeing to submit, and it made his cock turn to concrete in his jeans. He had to dig his fingernails into his palm to keep from reaching for her. It was too important they communicate before they played. “Okay, let’s set a couple of ground rules and we’ll work from there. If at any time you want me to stop, say the word Red, and everything will stop. If you need me to give you a minute to catch your breath or you’re uncomfortable, say the word Yellow. The word Green would be everything is okay, so if I ask you what color you are I want you to be completely honest, okay?”

She nodded, and he frowned. “You also have to verbalize. When we’re playing I want you to call me, Sir.”

Rachel let out a little giggle and then clapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, I messing this up already. I’ll try to do better…Sir.”

Shaking his head and rolling his eyes at her reply, he reached for her hands. “Last thing, whatever you do you have to trust me not to hurt you. I...care deeply for you and I would never hurt you.”

He saw her eyes widen slightly at his near slip of the tongue, but she just whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

Pulling her with him, he stood her at the foot of the bed that dominated the room, right in front of the large cedar chest that held his grandmother’s handmade afghans. Tugging his t-shirt from her body he had to bite back a grin at her shiver of anticipation when the cool air hit her naked skin. In the dim lamp light of the room she looked like a goddess standing there naked by his bed. Gently he indicated she should turn around to face the cedar chest, and he bit back a groan at the view. Her hair trickled down her slim back in waves, until it was dancing just above that sexy daisy tattoo and giving him all kinds of delicious ideas for how to use its length to his advantage. The curve of her hips taunted his tongue, and the rosy pink color of the blush on her skin made his cock diamond hard.

“Stay here,” he commanded and then went to his closet to get his toy bag. He was going to give Rachel Morgan a night to remember.

****

Rachel didn’t know what to think. Dominance and submission was something kinky people did, and she had never experienced it. She was trying not to tremble with the fear and anticipation rolling through her body. Her every nerve was on high alert as she watched Parker disappear into the closet.

He had said he wanted to tie her up and spank her, and surprisingly it didn’t scare her. It turned her on. Well, kind of. If she was honest with herself, it left her feeling hot and cold. Who really enjoyed being spanked? The scarier part was he wanted her complete trust in him.

The thought was bouncing through her brain as Parker returned carrying a black duffle bag. He set it down near the edge of the bed and withdrew two lengths of white rope from it. Fear rippled through her as he stepped closer to her naked body, and she turned to face him, reaching out for reassurance with her hand. He pressed a kiss to her palm before releasing her grip, and then met her eyes.

“Do you trust me, Rachel?” he asked in a steady voice that belied the racing pulse she could see in his throat. He was just as nervous and excited as she was. How could she deny him?