Bondage Wedding (8 page)

“I’m glad you haven’t submitted to anyone before me. It will make the gift of your submission all the more special.”

Amanda tried to get off his lap, but he tightened his hold. Physically, she could have forced her way free. She was sure had she pushed, he would have relented. Yet emotionally, she couldn’t muster the strength. “James, you have to stop. I’m very susceptible to you. I’m very attracted to you and you say all the right things.” She shook her head trying to find a way to make him understand. “Have you ever tried to eat just one potato chip?”

James raised his eyebrows again and gave her a stern look. If she hadn’t been so upset she would have laughed.

“Are you comparing me to a potato chip?”

His voice told the depth of his astonishment. She couldn’t help but giggle. “It makes perfect sense, you’re both very bad for me and yet I crave you. And I’m scared to death that much like a chip, I wouldn’t stop after the first taste. That I’ll be hooked and want more.”

“I’ve got no problem with you being hooked on me. In fact, I intend to do everything in my power to make sure you can’t get enough of me.”

“Isn’t there some sort of bodyguard code? A conflict of interest or something?”

“As a bodyguard my job is to keep harm from befalling you. As your”—he shrugged—“boyfriend, for lack of a better term, my job is to see to your happiness and wellbeing. I don’t see how those two conflict.”

“You were going to say Dom or Master weren’t you? See, we
are
incompatible. You don’t do the boyfriend thing do you?”

“If you are asking if I’ve had a serious relationship before, the answer is yes. Much like you found you had no chemistry with David, I found I had nothing in common with Melissa. Good sex isn’t enough. I’d like to be able to converse with my woman.”

“I haven’t even had that. I’ve had awkward at best, painful at worst, sex.” Was it wrong for her to want James to take her into his perfect bedroom and make perfect love to her? Although…if it wasn’t perfect, maybe she could get him out of her system. If sex with him was as uneventful as it had always been, then she’d be ahead. Wouldn’t she?

“I see those wheels turning and I doubt I’m going to like what you’re thinking about.”

He seemed leery and it made her feel a little more sure of herself. “How many women have you slept with, James?”

“One.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him her best disapproving look. That was a lie. It had to be. He wouldn’t spend the money on a membership to DiscipliNation if he didn’t have sex. What would be the point?

“Just say it, Amanda.”

“Okay, fine.” She tried to hold herself away from him. “You’re lying to me. I’ve sat here spilling my guts to you and the first question I ask of you, you choose to lie me.”

“No, I didn’t. I answered the question you asked honestly. You, however, didn’t ask the question you wanted the answer to. Try it again.”

She rolled her eyes. “Now
you’re
playing a semantics game. How many women have you had sex with?”

“I was pointing out that I’ve only had one relationship where I was comfortable enough to ‘sleep’ with a woman. As for the question you’ve just asked, I’m not sure how to answer that one. What’s your definition of sex? Do you consider scening sex? Or are you asking me how many women I’ve vaginally penetrated with my cock?”

“Okay, this conversation just got way too personal and detailed for my comfort.” But he’d brought up a good point, if they were dating she would consider scening to be sex…wait a minute, when he scened didn’t he normally have intercourse? “Don’t you usually”—she waved her hand hoping he would mentally fill in the blanks for her—“when you…‘scene’?”

James smiled and it lightened her heart. His eyes sparkled with mischief and he looked incredibly sexy. She was sunk. There was no way she was going to hold out against him.

“No, I can’t even remember the last time I…” He waved his hand emulating her motions while granting her a tender smile. “Until you came along, I hadn’t been in the market for a relationship. Actually, fucking a woman is very personal and it can give subs the wrong impression. I try to make sure I don’t send mixed signals.”

“But you want to have…regular sex with me?”

“To answer the question you asked—no. I want to have unbelievably fantastic sex with you. However, to answer the question I think you wanted to ask—yes, I want to put my aching cock in your sweet pussy.” James skimmed his hand down her torso and between her legs. “I want to have an intimate relationship with you.”

Her breathing quickened. “Why?” She couldn’t fathom why he would want her when he could have his pick of at least a dozen women at the club. Sexy women without the added ten pounds or so she doubted she’d ever be able to lose. Women with enormous boobs who liked being bossed around by arrogant men. Women who said they liked it when a Dom took a whip or a flogger to them…

“I’ve been drawn to you since your first night at DiscipliNation. You’re sexy”—he brushed his thumb across her lip—“and funny. We have a lot in common. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you?”

He was scattering her thoughts with his light touches. “The ladies’ locker room is just a few feet away from my desk. I hear the girls chatting about you. They get all excited when you’re in the hall. Those women are much more suited to your sexual interests than I am.”

“You haven’t asked what interests me. You’re assuming you know what gets me hard. Most of your assumptions this afternoon have been off base and insulting.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” She’d said it automatically then wondered if it was true. “Well, maybe I did. You scare me, James, and if I run you off I don’t have to worry about you breaking my heart into a million pieces.”

“I’m not going anywhere and you need to stop running from me.” He put his finger under her chin and brought her eyes to his level. “Let me make love to you. Let me show you what it’s supposed to be like.”

Her heart stopped beating. The breath froze in her lungs. She shook her head as her heart jumpstarted and began beating scary fast. “You’ll hurt me.”

“Trust me.”

God help her, she wanted to. She wanted to have raunchy, hotter-than-hell sex with James. “Do you promise to suck?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I promise.” His voice was low and filled with desire, but it was his mischievous grin that stole her heart.

She smacked him in the arm. His very muscular arm that she wanted to have wrapped around her again. “That’s not what I meant.”

James stood with her in his arms. “You think too much, just relax for me.”

Chapter Four

James swung his arm down and let her feet touch the floor. “Go use the restroom.” He had to get her out of the room so he could remove the wrap on his ribs. His back was black and blue, but from the front he looked fine.

He got rid of his shoes and socks too. Then he rummaged around in his toy bag for condoms and some lube. It sounded like Amanda wasn’t very experienced and he didn’t want to take any chances on hurting her. He waited another minute and when she hadn’t come out, he decided to go get her.

“Stop futzing around and get out here.” He tested the handle and found it unlocked. Opening the door slowly, he saw she was leaning against the vanity with her hands over her face. James took her in his arms, careful to keep his back out of sight from both her and the mirrors. “I’m not going to hurt you, Amanda.”

“That’s not what I’m afraid of.”

“Tell me.” He had to be patient with her. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers. Every instinct told him she was ‘the one’. That was the reason he’d spent night after night sitting on a barstool hoping she’d take off the collar and enter the great hall.

“James, I want a partner. I don’t want to want a man who thinks I’m his property to order around or worse yet to ‘discipline’.”

“You want
me
because we match. Your heart tells you I’m the man you need, just like my heart tells me you’re the woman I need. Yes, I am bossy, but I don’t want a dishrag. I want my woman to tell me what she wants and to tell me if she thinks I’m screwing up. I’m not perfect. I’m going to make mistakes, but if you trust me, if you take that leap of faith with me, we can make this work. Your heart is safe with me, Amanda.”

She nodded. “I’m gonna hold you to that, James. If you hurt me, I’m gonna kick your ass. I don’t care how much of a bad boy you are.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He took his time thoroughly kissing her. When he finally pulled away they were both breathing harder. “Get undressed and get in my bed, where you belong.”

“You say such sweet things and I think maybe you’re not an arrogant prick—maybe we have a chance—then you start ordering me around and the illusion is shot.”

James smacked her playfully on the ass as they entered the bedroom. “I am arrogant and bossy, but I’m not a prick and this will work. You just have to trust me.” As she stood staring at the bed, he walked around her, propped up the pillows and gingerly lay down on the mattress. “Undress for me.”

“Uhm, it’s broad daylight and”—she wiggled a finger in his direction—“I don’t have a washboard tummy like yours. If you want a strip tease we need subdued lighting and a lot of alcohol.”

“I don’t drink and play, it isn’t safe. I’ve seen you in fetwear and you look fucking hot. I want my woman to have soft curves. I want you, Amanda. Now do this for me. Take off your clothing.” His voice was low and seductive. He needed her in his bed, skin to skin.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She kicked off her wedges and spun to give him a fantastic view of her ass. Her body started moving, slow and sexy. A song had to be playing in her head. Her actions were too precise and too erotic to be spontaneous. This was the last thing he’d expected when he’d pushed her to undress for him.

As her arms crawled down her torso toward her pussy, his cock throbbed. Oh heaven help him, he might not survive this. When Amanda began to pull her shirt over her head, he had to shift positions to give his aching cock more room. He was dying to know what song she was dancing to, but didn’t dare ask for fear she’d stop. Once this girl decided on a course of action, she obviously gave it her all.

His heart swelled, absolutely sure she was ‘the one’. Yes, she would fight him until she understood how perfect they were for each other. After that, there’d be no stopping them.

Each move she made was slow and deliberate. She had to have done this before. He couldn’t think about that right now. He didn’t need to add jealousy to his list of bad habits.

His breath left his body when she threw her bra onto the end of the bed. She had great tits. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth and hands around them. Oh yes, he planned to learn every single possible way to bring her pleasure. A lifetime wouldn’t be enough, but he’d cherish every moment.

As Amanda spun on the ball of her foot, she unhooked the button of her jeans. Facing away from him, she pushed the material off her hips revealing the tiniest scrap of lace that framed the top of her ass. He’d never pictured her in a thong, but he knew it was an image he wanted to see again and again. Wow, she had a killer body. He didn’t want to hear any more about unwanted pounds. He didn’t want some bony-assed woman. He wanted a woman he could enjoy without fear of breaking her. He wanted Amanda.

“Get over here, woman, you’ve teased me enough.”

She opened her eyes and started to blush. She immediately put a hand across her stomach then took the two steps to the side of the bed.

“Don’t hide from me, Amanda. Ever. You are beautiful.” He waved a hand over the bulging crotch of his jeans. “Look what you do to me.”

A shy smile lit her face. “I guess you can’t fake that.”

James pulled her onto the bed. “There better never be anything fake between us. Where’d you learn to dance like that?”

“College,” she laughed. “I took a music interpretation class.”

“I bet you got an A in that class.” He was more relieved than he had a right to be that she hadn’t perfected that for another man.

“I get As in all my classes. If I’m going to spend the time and money to take a course, then I’m going to ace it.”

He rolled on top of her and started kissing her neck. She innocently linked her arms around his ribs and gave him a hug. Without knowing it, she’d caused him more pain than he ever remembered experiencing in bed. James continued kissing her neck while he breathed through the pain. Once he was sure he could speak, he whispered in her ear, “Lift your hands above your head and hold the bottom of the headboard. Don’t let go until I give you permission.”

Amanda froze for a split second then complied. As he moved his lips along her pulse, her heartbeat fluttered. She might fear submission, but it definitely aroused her. “Thank you, Amanda. Just keep trusting me, sweetheart. You’re safe with me.”

James kissed his way down the side of her breast. He loved the weight of her tit along his cheek. As he kissed and nuzzled, Amanda dug her heels into the bed and tried to force her nipple into his path. “We have plenty of time, Amanda. I’ll get there. We’re gonna go slow. Give yourself to me, to the pleasure.”

“No more slow.” She shook her head. “I need more.”

“You need to trust me.” He evaded her nipple and kissed his way to her other side. At her groan of disappointment, he pinched and rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger. “So impatient.”

As she arched her back, pushing her boob farther into his palm, he slid his mouth around her other nipple. He was rewarded with a soft, sexy moan. James wrapped an arm around her waist and indulged until she was squirming beneath him. Pulling back just enough, he warned her, “Hang on.”

Holding Amanda’s hips tightly, he pulled her down the bed until her arms were stretched tight. “Good girl, now don’t let go.” Eventually, he’d earn her trust and be able to restrain her properly. It would take a while, but he didn’t mind. Knowing she only submitted to him was a major turn-on.

As he kissed a path down to her tightly trimmed pussy, she tried to squirm away.

“I’m ticklish,” she squeaked.

“I see that,” he chuckled. “Breathe through it, sweetheart. I want to kiss every inch of you.”