The Fearless King (The Kings #2)(75)

In the end, there was only one thing to say to that. “Yes.”

Frank released her and stripped quickly, until he stood before her gloriously naked. The faint light from the setting sun stole across his dark skin and lovingly traced every curve of carved muscle. He walked to his dresser, and she had to clench her jaw to keep from moaning at the sight of his ass. Journey had never considered herself an ass woman before, but she had the insane urge to sink her teeth into his.

Frank turned and raised his eyebrows. “Checking out my ass?”

“I’m not even sorry.” She registered what he had in his hands, and fear battled desire, the twin flames threatening to scorch her from the inside out. “I know you said to trust you, but bondage is going to throw me right off the deep end.” She’d never let someone tie her down before, had never been able to stand the thought of being that helpless again…

She took a step back. “No.”

“Journey.” The snap in his voice made her stop retreating long enough to look at him. Frank held up the pair of ties. “They’re not for you. They’re for me.”

She blinked. “You want me to tie you up?” In every single sexual encounter they’d had, Frank was the dominant one, the one who took charge and kept them both in the moment even as he drove her out of her mind with pleasure. It came as naturally to him as breathing, and for him to hand that control to her floored her.

“I trust you.”

The simple words left her weaving on her feet. He trusts me.

Frank hadn’t moved. “It’s your decision, Duchess.”

“Yes.”

I want to show him how much I love him.

She walked over on unsteady legs and took the ties from Frank’s hands. “Lie down.” She watched as he obeyed, a heady feeling coursing through her body, chasing away the last remnants of fear. He reclined on his back in the middle of the blue bedspread, and Journey crawled onto the bed to join him. She decided straddling him was the best way to go about this. “Arms over your head.” She tied his wrists to the metal close enough that he wouldn’t wrench a shoulder, but far enough away that he shouldn’t be able to get too much leverage—theoretically, at least.

Journey sat back and took in the picture he presented. She frowned. “Something’s missing.” She looked around and her attention caught on a trio of candles situated on the dresser. Perfect.

It wasn’t until she had retrieved a lighter from her purse and set flame to their wicks that she realized Frank wasn’t exactly a candle type of guy. “Ex-girlfriend?” Jealousy snapped vicious thorns through her at the thought of another woman sharing this space with him, putting her mark on his home effectively enough that he hadn’t bothered to erase evidence of her even after the relationship was over.

“I like candles.” A thread of amusement in his voice told her that he knew exactly where her thoughts had gone.

She transferred the candles to each side of the bed and paused to make sure they weren’t going to set fire to anything. The flickering light teased Frank’s skin much the same way the sunset had, giving the room an intimate, sensual feeling. Journey returned to the bed and ran her hand down the center of his chest. “Spend a lot of time in the gym?”

“Most days.” His muscles clenched beneath her wandering hand. “Helps me focus to burn off energy.”

“I’ll bet.” She leaned down and dragged an openmouthed kiss along the same path her hand had taken, stopping short of where his cock strained, as if reaching for her. “How’s that been working out for you lately?”

“It hasn’t.”

She laughed against his skin, letting herself sink into this moment. Nothing existed outside of Frank’s bedroom. It was just the two of them, and the riot of emotions they’d coaxed from each other. Emotions she could show him without fear of a flashback or panic robbing her of control.

It was only her and Frank.

Journey moved to straddle his stomach, keeping well away from his cock, and smoothed her hands over his chest. “You look good, Frank.” Strong. Steady. Sexy as fuck. She dipped down and flicked first one nipple and then the other with her tongue. He tensed beneath her, watching her with eyes that seemed to swallow up the faint light from the candles.

“Let me see you, Duchess.”

She straightened with a slow smile and ran her hands over her lace-covered breasts. He twisted his hands around to clench the metal headboard, and his obvious fighting for control only heightened her desire. She shrugged off the straps of her bra and let them fall so only the cups over her breasts kept her shielded from his gaze. “Like this?” Emboldened, she leaned back and spread her knees a little, waiting for his gaze to fall to her thong before she tugged the fabric to the side. “Or did you mean like this?”

Frank hissed out a breath. “You know what I want.”

Yeah, she did. That didn’t mean she was going to give it to him. Yet. She stroked her clit with her middle finger, watching him watch her. “It’s not as good as what you do to me, but I think I could get used to this power exchange.”

He glared at her finger. “Stop taking what’s mine, Duchess.”

“What’s yours is whatever I decide to give you.” She pushed the finger into her, whimpering a little at the expression on his face. If she wasn’t careful, she could get herself off like this, finger fucking herself on top of Frank with his eyes on her. Not yet. Journey bit her bottom lip and held up her finger. “Open.”