The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(28)
Her womanly breasts with their perfect rosebud nipples were already peaked and aroused as she patted them dry. She kept eye contact with him as the towel slid lower, wiping the water from her fabulous thighs and hips. Rebecca was beautiful, achingly beautiful, so beautiful in fact that he couldn’t stop himself from smoothing a hand over the tight globes of her ass as she sauntered suggestively past him.
“Come here.” Without a murmur of protest she threw away the towel and sat naked beside him on the bed. Tyler trailed the back of his hand over her cheek then leaned in and kissed her. “You’re stunning, Becca. You may hide your beauty behind the drab, sexless clothes you wear at work, but you don’t fool me for one moment. Underneath you’re…”
He stopped speaking when she teased her fingertips down his naked chest. He loved the way her nails ever so slightly scored his skin, making the nerve endings zing in anticipation of things to come. Her voice was soft and husky. “Well, count yourself lucky then, because you get to see a side of me that no one else does. You get the real Rebecca.”
His cock was hard, and he really didn’t want to stop her seduction of him, but he was curious to know what made her tick. He stilled her hand with his own just as she slid it inside his sweatpants, in search of his erection. “Why so boringly austere at work when the real you is nothing like the woman you’re trying to portray?”
She shrugged. “I need to be taken seriously. I’m a woman in a man’s world.”
“Oh, yeah, you’re a woman all right. A beautiful woman.” He swept the hair from her shoulders so he could see her breasts more clearly then allowed his fingers to explore each of her nipples in turn, enjoying the way they puckered and hardened beneath his touch. A breathy gasp came from her lips as he tightly squeezed an areola between an index finger and thumb.
“Who’s your boss at work?”
“You are, Tyler.”
“And who’s your boss at home?”
“You are.”
“And you tell me everything, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
He squeezed her nipple harder, intently watching her reaction, checking for lies or economy of truth. “I’ll ask again, and you always tell me everything, don’t you?”
“Yes, I wouldn’t lie to you.”
He released her tortured peak, noticing with some satisfaction that it had gone a delicious shade of purple. As an experienced Dom, he knew she hadn’t fully opened up to him. There was more. It was his duty to dig deeper and uncover everything about her. He briefly wondered if she’d ever truly opened up to Mitch but immediately crushed such unwanted thoughts. He didn’t want to know. The less he knew about another man touching his sub, the better. Rebecca was his woman now, and if Mitch ever tried to reclaim her, he wouldn’t think twice about ripping his head from his shoulders and shoving it up his f*cking ass. Rebecca belonged to him and him alone. Provided he gave her permission, he’d allow her to be her own boss at work, but here at home, in the heart of his domain, she was his to do with as he saw fit.
“I’ve planned something different for tonight.”
“Oh?” She raised her brow expectantly and waited for him to continue.
“Sensory deprivation. Are you familiar with it?”
“Other than being blindfolded, no. Although I worry when I have absolutely no control.”
Rebecca was a woman who straddled two worlds. One side of her complex personality was bold and adventurous, yet the other side was cagey and cautious. This was the secretive side of her personality. He needed to unlock this part of her.
He liked the real Rebecca best. The one he’d seen at Club Submission, the same one who sat next to him on the bed right now. “Becca, you trust me.”
She nodded. “Yes, implicitly, but why sensory deprivation? Is there a reason?”
Tyler asserted gentle control by pressing his thumb between her lips, enjoying watching them part from the pressure. He knew from experience with previous subs that once the senses of hearing and sight were removed, the sense of touch became so acute that some women orgasmed from the slightest physical contact, sometimes needing no more than a fingernail touching their bare flesh.
“I trust you, Ty, but I’m a little scared.” When she suddenly shivered next to him, he pulled her closer and kissed her. It was a kiss of pure reassurance and it seemed to work, because when he looked into her beautiful yet sad brown eyes, she didn’t seem quite so frightened anymore. “You always have your safe word.”
“I know.”
Chapter Fifteen
Her new environment felt eerily surreal. Am I really where I think I am, or am I dreaming?
Rebecca found it almost impossible to separate reality from fantasy.
It had all started when Tyler had taken hold of her hand and led her meekly down to the basement. He’d then proceeded to show her his private playroom. Until that moment, she had absolutely no idea such a room existed. She had stood by his side, still naked from her shower, as he’d shown her the frightening-looking sensory deprivation tank for the very first time. He must have seen the fear in her eyes, because he’d calmed her by letting her know that the water was so heavily laden with salt that it was impossible for her to drown. She’d believed him, too. Such was Tyler’s charisma, he was able to chase away her demons with his softly spoken words.