Relinquishing Control (Excerpt)

Relinquishing Control

Book Two

The Dom's Invitation Series

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EXCERPT ... (Chapter One in its entirety - Book One, My Sexy Voyeur, must be read before book Two)

Sienna’s face changed color, again. I found it adorable how easy it was to garner a reaction out of her. The only trouble with that was, my brain pictured her ass turning that shade of crimson color, just like it had in my dungeon that first night after I used my flogger on her for the punishment she’d unwittingly earned.

When I felt the pulse of arousal thicken through my already enlarged shaft, I tried to think of something else. Anything else. I’d spent most of the evening as hard as a rock, and it had gotten beyond uncomfortable. With no relief in sight for the foreseeable future that I could see.

I downed the remainder of my vodka, then placed my forearms on my thighs, and nursed my empty tumbler before I began to roll it back and forth between my palms. My hands needed something to do to resist the temptation of Sienna’s creamy, stocking-covered thighs. She brought her own glass up to her lips, and drank the remnants of her drink.

“Would you like another vodka?”

With the healthy amount she’d poured into my first glass, I grinned. “Sure … as long as you don’t mind a house guest for the night.”

“What?”

“If I have another, I shouldn’t get behind the wheel,” I stated, only half joking.

“But you only live in the street behind,” she replied with a frown.

“That may be true, but I’m also a responsible driver. I already think I’d blow over the legal limit if I was breathalyzed.”

“You only have to virtually drive around the block,” Sienna laughed.

“I still know I shouldn’t get behind the wheel with what I’ve consumed. Statistics show most accidents occur close to home.”

Sienna sat there, and bit down on the edge of her lower lip like she was weighing something up in her mind. I noticed she had started to twirl her empty glass back and forth between her hands in the same manner I had been. But I didn’t think she realized she was doing it. As if she’d come to some sort of decision, she held her glass in one hand, then held the other out to me as she looked me directly in the eye.

“I’ll get you another drink.”

Without breaking eye contact, I raised my brow. The hold I had around the empty tumbler increased so much, I had to consciously ease off on the pressure, so it didn’t shatter in my hands. “If I stay, I can’t promise to remain a gentleman … I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself,” I warned with honesty.

Her inner thighs, and bared pussy, had been driving me insane once I’d discovered she hadn’t worn any panties to dinner. But her hand didn’t waver. I decided to call her bluff, and placed the empty tumbler on her upturned palm, then gave her one last out before I let go completely.

“Last chance, Sienna. If I have another drink, I won’t be going home.”

Her face flushed a deep crimson.

“I know,” she answered firmly.

As I released my hold on the glass, she got up off the couch. My cock pulsed, again, while I watched her little ass sashay seductively with every step as she walked away, and made her way out to the kitchen.

Maybe there will be some relief, after all.

When she returned, her face still glowed. As she held out the tumbler filled with another healthy amount of vodka poured over ice, her hand shook, so she was clearly nervous. What is she nervous about? I already have intimate knowledge of her body. The blocks clunked against the side of the glass when I took it from her hand. With the way her fingers clung to her own, I knew she’d become anxious about the decision she’d made.

“I can go home, right now, or I can stay. The decision is yours, Sienna. But if I stay, I will fuck you,” I warned softly as I spelled it out for her.

As she sat down, her eyes flitted over to make contact with mine, then skittered away just as quickly when her face turned a brilliant red.

“I know,” she replied, again, but she was so quiet, I almost didn’t hear it.

Now I have the answer to my question. The ‘I will fuck you’ statement must have confirmed the thoughts inside her head.

I sat back against the back of the couch, and placed my elbow up along the top, so my hand would wind up resting behind her shoulder. When she leaned back, my thumb touched against her skin. I rubbed the pad in a slow circle, and watched the little hairs on her arm stand up on end as she put her glass up to her mouth with a hand that still trembled.

Perfect pouty lips pressed against the lip of the glass, marking the shiny surface with her deep burgundy lipstick as she tilted it up to take a mouthful.

Perfect pouty lips I wanted to mold beneath mine.

Perfect pouty lips I wanted to see stretched around my cock.

My mind raced with ideas of what I could use to bind her. Why the hell didn’t I wear a fucking tie? My eyes dropped down to her stockings. They’ll do nicely. I wonder what sort of bed she has? If she has a headboard, or just one of those ensembles on wheels? I can work with whatever she’s got. Where there’s a will, there’s always a way.

I lifted my tumbler up to my mouth, and absently took a drink while I slipped my thumb beneath the thin strap of her dress. She gasped in a quick breath when I pushed the strap off her shoulder, then left it to dangle down her upper arm.

I stretched my arm out behind her head, and used the tips of my fingers to push the other strap off her opposite shoulder, content to just tease myself with a little more to look at as the material at the front of her dress gaped open, showing off more of her cleavage.

No panties, but she’s wearing a bra?

Granted, it was a sexy lacy number that enhanced my visual pleasure upon seeing the contrast of her porcelain mounds beneath the black of the lace, but I would have preferred her not to wear one at all.

Her arousing scent became even stronger, and assailed my nostrils. I took a deep inhale, and almost growled when her delicious aroma ignited a primal urge deep within me to mark her as my own. When I shifted on my seat, I winced. The hard-on in my pants throbbed with a need to be freed.

Settle the fuck down. I brought my tumbler up, and drank another mouthful while I drew invisible circles over the nape of her neck with the tip of my thumb, with the rest of my fingers stretched out to tangle up through her thick hair at the base of her skull.

Just that small amount of skin-on-skin touch had an effect on my cock. And if I wasn’t mistaken, Sienna also felt it. I wonder if she realizes her hips are rocking? Hiding a grin, I took another sip of my vodka, unrelenting with the feather light touch her body was clearly enjoying.

I knew I wasn’t going to finish my drink. I’d already had enough. It’s lucky we didn’t go to my place. The temptation to use what I have at my disposal would be too hard to resist. But it’s not something that will happen after drinking. My first hard and fast rule. It’s too dangerous when intoxicated, even after one drink. That’s when accidents happen.

Sienna’s breathing rhythm changed. It became stuttered, shallow. I widened the circle I was drawing, then lazily trailed my thumb up and down the back of her neck. Her body was zinging, yearning for more. Her nipples were hardened points, visible through her lacy bra as they pushed against the fabric in an effort to free themselves.

Shifting on my seat, I moved closer to her. The outside of my thigh now touched along hers. I’m sure I heard a little hitch in her breath. When she lifted her glass up to her lips, I placed my glass down between my thighs, and shot my hand out to prevent her from taking a drink while my thumb continued to caress up and down the back of her neck.

“You don’t need that,” I stated, and slowly pushed her hand away from her mouth.

“I don’t?” she asked in a whisper; her voice harsh and scratchy as she turned to look me in the eye.

I shook my head. “No, you don’t. A drink is fine,” I emphasized. “More than one, it becomes dangerous to play.”

“But, we’ve both had more than one,” she pointed out while her face reddened, again.

“There’s been enough time since we had some alcohol at the restaurant for me to discount those, especially when accompanied by a decent amount of food. I warned you if I stayed, I was going to fuck you. If we were at my house, in my du … playroom, or at Obsidian, my staunch no alcohol rule would mean absolutely no alcohol. Tonight, a little light play won’t be harmful.”

I trailed the tips of my fingers up along her forearm, then over the ticklish crease at the inside of her elbow, and up the inner side of her upper arm until they were level with her dusky, distended tips.

My fingers left her arm, their feather light touch belying my real intention. When I slipped my hand down the front of the gaping neckline of her dress, they drifted over to the sensitive tip of her right nipple. I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger, applying enough pressure for Sienna to suck in a quick breath before she fidgeted on her seat.

I let go, and removed my hand from the front of her dress to collect the glass from between my legs. Leaning forward, I placed my glass down on the long jarrah table she had situated in front of the couch. Then I took the glass out of Sienna’s hands, and placed her half-full drink down next to mine. Sienna squawked when I put one arm underneath her legs, and the other around her shoulders in order to lift her onto my lap.

The hem of her dress rode up as I lifted her, exposing the lower curve of her ass. I almost got a peek of her bare pussy right before I placed her ass down on top of my hardened cock. When her weight settled, it caused another surge to thicken through my stem. When I thought about burying myself deep in her tight little cunt, heat and pressure built up in the head of my cock.

My hand slid between her knees, then my palm drifted up her inner thigh until my fingers encountered the delicious juice that had oozed from her entrance, and dripped down to coat her inner thighs.

Stifling a groan, I pushed my fingers through the bottom of her slit, and separated her swelling lips all the way up. When they reached her engorged little clit, I flicked each nail tip over the top of it.

Sienna jolted on my lap with each flick, and the small of her back arched, bowing her body beautifully while she was on my lap. I spread her crème all over her pussy, and used one fingertip to lightly circle her clit. Her eyelids began to droop as she started to emit little moans of pleasure.

“Eyes on me, Sienna.”

They immediately opened, and her lovely green eyes focused on mine. When I inserted one finger in her tight little channel, her face flamed red.

“Eyes always on me, understand?” She almost nodded, but I arched one brow. “Answer.”

“Yes,” she breathed as she kept nodding.

Good girl. When my finger withdrew, I added a second before I pushed both of them back into her heated depths. Jesus. She seemed tighter than I recalled. Nervous? Probably. I’ll have to eliminate those.

I slowly withdrew my fingers, then put my forearm back under her knees, wrapped the other back around her shoulders, and stood up. With a few strides, I reached, then climbed the one step near the front entrance, and began to make my way down the hallway.

“Which direction?” I asked.

I didn’t want to reveal I already knew my way around inside this house. That proclamation would have just invoked questions I didn’t want to answer.

“To the end, and turn left,” she whispered like it some big secret, and I chuckled.

She really needs to let go of this embarrassment she harbors.

She jostled in my arms when I almost stopped dead in my tracks as I turned to walk through the doorway of her bedroom.

Oh, this was fucking made for me!

While I resumed entering her bedroom, my eyes raked over the intricate carvings on the wooden canopy that surrounded the top of her massive four-post bed, down each of the turned, wooden posts, and along the boards encasing what looked like a thick, comfortable mattress that I assumed had some sort of topper on underneath the coverings from the height of it.

My mind had come up with at least a dozen ways I could bind her using the four, thick posts and canopy before I even placed her down on top of the bed covers.

“You’re a little … overdressed,” I teased with a raised brow, and wicked grin.

Her forehead creased with a frown as she watched me step back from her. I moved down to the end of her bed, and stretched my arms up before I wrapped my hands around the top of the canopy. Sierra turned her head with her eyes glued to mine.

“In the middle,” I directed firmly with a jut of my chin toward the top of the massive bed frame. “But take the dress off, first.”

Sienna rocked to one side on her ass, and pulled the hem of her dress up over her ass cheek, and hip. When her knees separated, so she could keep her balance, it gave me a perfect view of her nice little pussy.

With her knees still separated, she rocked to the opposite side, and repeated the action, so her dress bunched up around her middle. My eyes zeroed in between her legs, and my cock thickened in response to the crème that had leaked from her slit while her scent tantalized my taste buds.

Once she lifted the dress up over her breasts, she pulled it off over her head, then threw it off the side. It landed in a crumpled heap on the floor.

“Bra, too.”

I kept my grin at bay when her cheeks continued to redden as she reached around to unclasp the strap. When the cups fell away from her breasts, her dusty pink nipples stood out. Their hard, little points called for my tongue while she slid the straps down her arms. When she tossed the lacy garment over the side, it fell straight down on top of her discarded dress.

Sienna slid over to the middle of the bed. From the look on her face, I knew she was fighting the impulse to cover herself. God only knows why. She had a body built for pleasure. And I knew exactly how to give it to her with a pinch of pain I’d learned her body wanted … needed.

“What toys do I have to work with?”

“What?” she countered while her face flamed so much, she looked like she was in danger of spontaneously combusting.

“A woman such as yourself is bound to have at least one toy, Sienna,” I almost growled, but kept myself in check. “Where do you keep it … or them?”

For the first time, she broke eye contact with me. She hesitated, then pointed her left index finger to a set of drawers beside the bed.

“Top drawer,” she murmured.

“Eyes,” I reminded her sternly, and they immediately locked back on mine. “Good girl,” I praised instinctively as I took my hands off the canopy.

I made my way around the end of the bed, and approached the set of drawers. With one hand, I reached out, and pulled the top drawer open to see what delightful toys I had at my fingertips.

Well, well, well, I grinned upon seeing the selection.

“You have quite the collection,” I commented idly, and my grin stretched when she fidgeted on the bed.

There were several vibrators at my disposal. All of them a matching color. “Guess purple is your favorite color?” I asked, and pinned her with a fixed stare while amusement danced in my voice.

What a lucky coincidence. If that’s not a sign she was meant for me, I don’t know what is. I can’t wait to see her neck and wrist encircled with MY color at the club. Her toys are a deeper color purple than the choker and wrist band, but they will still look magnificent against her skin tone.

“Answer,” I directed when she attempted to nod, again.

“Yes,” she confirmed, then her eyes darted away for a split second before they refocused back on mine.

“Which one do you prefer?” If it was at all possible, her face turned an even brighter color red. “Every woman has her ‘go-to’ toy – which one is yours?”

Her drawer held four different types of g-spot stimulators, and one vibrator/suction combination. I knew which one I wanted her to specify.

“The U-shaped one,” she eventually answered.

Good girl. I picked it up, then closed the drawer. “This one?” I held it up as I grinned.

She went to nod, again, but before I had a chance to remind her to use her voice, she also answered.

“Yes.”

“Let’s see if it’s charged,” I chuckled, then pressed down, and held one of the buttons in.

It sprung to life in my hand, and my chuckle deepened while I watched Sienna’s red face darken even further. I pressed the button, again, and held it in until it fell silent. I leaned over from the side of the bed, and dropped it down right beside her.

Her eyes dropped away from mine for a brief second to look down at the purple vibrator/sucker, and a frown marred her forehead when she regained eye contact with me.

“You know your body better than anyone. Show me how make yourself cum,” I directed as I moved back down to the end of the bed, and reclaimed my hold on the canopy.

“Wh-what?” she stammered.

As her eyes flicked up and down between looking me in the eye, and looking back at the toy that almost touched the side of her thigh, she appeared like she was about to die of embarrassment.

“Show me ... how you make yourself cum,” I directed a little more sternly, and nodded my head down at the idle toy.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but the authoritative stare I fixed on her changed her mind, and her mouth closed. I waited. Then I raised one firm brow. With just one look, my impatience began to show. Moving one hand, she tentatively wrapped her fingers around the toy, and picked it up.

“Good girl,” I naturally praised, and encouraged her with a gentle smile while my fingers tightened their grip over the top of the canopy.

My hands itched to explore the naked beauty laid out before me, to play her body, and extract the sweetest music from her like a conductor plays the orchestra in front of him.

But I’d given her an instruction, and I needed to see if she would obey. I needed to see if the submissive nature I knew was buried deep inside of her would come out to play.

I’d had a little taste of that side, and I wanted more.

I wanted to nurture it … to watch it grow, and flower to full bloom.

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