Exposed to You (22 page)

“Oh.” I felt
momentarily annoyed, as if he was somehow being condescending. Don’t be like
that, I told myself; he’s
trying
.

“I’ve never been great
at computers,” I confessed. “I took a mandatory computers class for my degree
and we used Photoshop a little bit, but I forget it all. I don’t remember it
being intuitive though. We’ll see how it goes.”

“Graphic Design isn’t
about knowing how to use the programs, it’s about having a vision and then
using the tools to make your vision a reality. You’ve taken courses in design
so you have more of an advantage than you think.”

I smiled and put my
wine down on the coffee table, snuggling into him. Dallon always seemed to know
the perfect thing to say. “Thanks. I just can’t believe my luck; first
interview and I got a job!”

As if on cue, my phone
started to ring. I rushed into the study where I’d left my purse on Dallon’s
desk. It was Sam.

“Sam! I got the job!”

Sam squealed. “Hold on
a sec, I’m stepping out into the hallway.”

I smiled, imagining
Sam squealing in front of her coworkers. Soon she was back, talking rapidly and
asking me to give her the details. When I told her about the Graphic Design
possibility, she got even more excited.

“Are you free tomorrow
night? I want to hear more about it, but I have to get back to work. Bring
Dallon.” 

“Sure, I’m free. And
I’ll ask him.” I looked through the door at Dallon sipping his wine on the
couch, still watching the fire.

“Good, because I also
want to see your new place.”

“What? Here?”

Dallon glanced over
from the couch, frowning questioningly. I turned my back on him and lowered my
voice. “You want to come here?”

Sam laughed. “What,
you don’t want me to meet Dallon King?” She said his name in such a breathless,
dramatic manner that I couldn’t help but smile, even if I was panicking.

“You can meet him.” I
hesitated. “Maybe at the bar?”

I could hear Sam’s
answering frown. “What, does he not let you have visitors?”

Sam had always been
good at getting what she wanted. She knew how to push people’s buttons. I knew
I was stuck; if I didn’t have them over, she would think it was his home and I
didn’t have a say, but if I did, he could possibly confirm her suspicions by
being his normal, controlling self. I had to think quickly.

“No, I just don’t know
how late he works, but maybe you can come for drinks after dinner?”

“Sounds good.”

“I’ll text you the address.”

I hit end, turned to
see Dallon standing in the doorjamb and jumped. I hadn’t heard him approach and
wondered how much he’d heard.

“That was Sam. She and
Luke are coming for drinks on Friday night.”

“I heard. Sounded like
you couldn’t get out of it.”

I sighed. “If you
think I’m tenacious, wait until you meet Sam. She’s determined to meet you.”
And
discover what you’re really about
, I thought.

“I’m excited to meet
one of your friends.”

“My
best
friend,” I said in warning.

A slow grin spread
across his features. “You’re protective of her, aren’t you?”

I shrugged. “We’re
protective of each other.”

His grin only widened.
“Now I’m intrigued.”

“I haven’t told her
anything. What am I supposed to say, that my boyfriend is a control freak that
likes to tie me up and spank me?”

His brows shot up. “Is
that how you see me?”

“Pretty much.”

“I haven’t even tied
you up.”

“Yet.” The moment I
said it, I flushed bright red.

“Hmm.” He crossed his
arms and approached me, looking at the ground as if in thought. “And here I
thought you saw me as your wealthy, good looking boyfriend that likes to take
you for expensive dinners and buy you nice gifts.”

Lowering my gaze, I
smiled as he put his hands on my hips, splayed his fingers against the naked
flesh under my shirt. “That’s the part I told her about.”

He took my ear in his
mouth, nibbling it gently. “I’m sure it is.”

I wrapped my arms
around him and under his shirt, placing my icy hands against his warm back. He
flinched slightly and moved his mouth to my neck.

“Be careful.”

“I’m not afraid of
you,” I whispered.

I felt his grin
against the sensitive skin of my neck. “That was the wrong thing to say.”

In a second I was over
his shoulder, watching his backside as he carried me out of the study and into
his bedroom, where he tossed me onto the bed and went into his closet. I
instantly moved to get off the bed and followed him, but his voice boomed.

“Don’t you dare move,
Miss Clair.”

He emerged, swinging a
pair of handcuffs around his index finger. My eyes widened and I scooted back
on the bed, eliciting a chuckle from Dallon King.

“You don’t look like
you’re not afraid of me.”

I jutted my chin out
and crossed my arms. “That was before you grabbed a pair of handcuffs. What
were they doing in your closet, anyway? Or do I not want to know?”

His eyes flashed for a
moment. “For your information, these are brand new. All of my other…” he waved
an arm before continuing, “sexcapades, as you called them, occurred in my
studio.” He cocked his head to the side. “Should we go there and document
this?”

“No!” I cried,
grabbing a pillow and putting it in front of me like a shield.

He sat down beside me
on the bed, his voice softening as he said, “Last night was my first time in
here.”

Wow. I relaxed
slightly and let the pillow drop. In that instant, Dallon grabbed a hold of my
left wrist. The handcuff clicked closed around it.

Our eyes met, and I
narrowed mine, challenging him.

“Lie down and put your
hands above your head.”

“No.”

His eyes closed and
his lips turned up in a small smile. When he opened them again, they had
hardened. “Do what I say, Amy. Don’t make me ask again, or I’ll take you over
my knee.”

I glared at him but
lay back, letting him secure my right wrist before he guided my hands over my
head. Then he straddled me, pulled my dress over my head and over my eyes.
Next, he followed with my bra.

“Do you want to be
able to see, Amy?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I want to be
able to see.”

“That’s not what I
meant, Amy.” His tone had changed, but I couldn’t see his face to read his
expression.

“I think you know what
I want you to call me,” he said eventually.

My heart rate
quickened. What was he talking about?

“Come on, Amy.” He
leaned forward, pressed his lips gently against mine and moved them back and
forth slowly, teasing me. My lips parted and he sat back abruptly.

“You’re making me
angry.”

“I don’t understand
what you want!”

I felt him tug on my
dress, and then I could see him. He was looking at me with an expression I
hadn’t seen before; his eyes were hard like they were in his dominant mode, but
he somehow also looked vulnerable. Like he needed something and I was refusing
to give it to him.

Suddenly, he fell
forward, his arms encircling mine, his hands on my wrists.

“Yes
what
?”

My heart skipped a
beat as realization dawned. “Has anyone called you that before?” I asked in a
whisper.

“No, Amy. Like I said,
I’ve never been in this type of relationship before.”

I shifted and his grip
tightened on my wrists.

“Say it,” he said in a
softly daring voice.

I bit my lip, my
cheeks flushing crimson. How could it be that one, small word could embarrass
me so much?

“Very well.” He leaned
down and took a nipple in his mouth. “Say it,” he said, my nipple in his teeth.

In response, I glared
at him.

He didn’t hesitate;
his teeth clenched. Hard.

“Ahh!” I cried out,
thrashing beneath him.

“Looks like we’re
doing it the hard way.” His mouth moved to my next nipple, and he looked at me
expectantly.

I couldn’t. It was
humiliating.

A single eyebrow rose.

I closed my eyes and
clenched my jaw, preparing myself.

He made a tutting
noise and bit my other nipple, this time taking longer to release me while I
fought beneath him.

“What the hell!” I
yelled, beyond enraged.

“Watch your language.”
His grip tightened on my wrists. “I can do this all night, Miss Clair.”

He leaned forward and
blew on my first nipple, which was now standing at attention. Then he licked it
slowly, teasingly, before taking it into his mouth.

“Sir,” I relented in a
barely audible voice.

“What’s that?” I felt
his teeth graze my sensitive skin.

“Sir!”

He grinned and sat
back. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Afraid of not
responding, and embarrassed, I grunted something incoherent. My cheeks were
burning.

He laughed. “You’re so
proud, Amy. I love that.”

Grinning, he released
my wrists and sat up again. I was seething. He was enjoying this way too much.

“I’m going to make you
say it until you stop blushing. Calling me that is going to become second
nature to you, understood?”

I nodded.

His eyes narrowed.

“Yes… Sir.” I
instantly blushed again and looked away.

“Oh I love it when you
blush,” he whispered, his lips claiming mine. He released his hold on my wrists
and sat up again. “I also love it when you wear dresses. Such easy access.”

His finger slipped
past my laced thong and inside me, a slow smile spreading across his lips at
finding me wet again, I had no doubt.

“I’m going to give you
a congratulations present,” he murmured, his finger moving in and out of me.

“You already gave me
one,” I replied breathlessly. “The wine.”

He smirked. “Not the
kind of present I was referring to.” He grasped my legs and pulled them apart
before moving between them, his tongue tracing my cleft.

“No!” I cried out,
trying to sit up but restrained by the cuffs.

Dallon shot me a hard
look. “Lie still. You’ll only hurt yourself.”

As his tongue caressed
me again, I closed my eyes and willed myself to relax. It didn’t take long; his
tongue fluttered over my clit and the heat grew inside me. Our eyes locked on
each other as my hands grasped the duvet beneath me, squeezing tightly. I
couldn’t look away from him. He rimmed my slit, teasing me, massaged and then
sucked at me gently until I fell apart, my muscles tightening greedily. I cried
out as triumph flared in his eyes. In that moment, I would do anything he wanted,
and he knew it. He owned me. My hands grasped his hair desperately, but he
continued mercilessly as I thrashed against him.

He released my thong,
letting it move back into place, and pressed kisses up my stomach and breasts,
pausing to lick my sore nipples before undoing the handcuffs and gathering me
to him. I was pliable, a rag doll in his arms as he pulled me into his lap, his
erection pressing into me and betraying how close he was to the edge.

“I can…. We can…” I
began sleepily.

“Shh,” he whispered,
pressing his lips against my forehead. “I wanted to do something for you.”

I closed my eyes
against his chest, barely noticing his movements as he pulled the covers back
and placed me in bed.

“Rest now. I’m going
to do some more work and will wake you in a bit.”

I woke on my own a
while later and found Dallon hard at work in his study. He looked up when I
entered and smiled. I walked around his desk to sit on his lap. He leaned
forward and kissed my neck.

“Don’t you usually go
into the office?”

“I’ve been trying to
spend more time here with you,” he said softly. “I had some meetings this
morning but the rest I can do at home.” He rubbed his eyes and leaned back in
his chair. “I’m meeting Brendan this evening and would like you to come with
me.”

“Okay,” I said,
surprised.

He smiled and put his
arms around me. “I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m gay because he’s never seen me
with a woman.”

“It’s fine, I can be
your beard,” I winked.

“Funny,” he responded,
clearly not amused. “Are you any good at basketball?”

I thought about it.
“The last time I played was in High School, but I didn’t totally suck.”

Laughing, he stood up,
taking me with him. Patted his pocket, frowning when he didn’t find his phone.
“I’m going to order some Thai. Are you hungry?”