Forever Yours, Sir (9 page)

“Lie still,” he growled, using his Dom voice. Her eyes grew wide as she stared up at him. “The doc said you need to stay off that ankle for a few days. That is exactly what you’re going to do. Have you got an ice pack?” he asked.

“No, but there’s ice in the freezer and a
ziplock bag in the cupboard. First, though, I’m going to the bathroom. I need a shower.”

“I’ll run you a bath.”

She sighed, throwing her hands into the air in defeat. “Fine, whatever.”

He moved into the bathroom and put the plug in the tub before turning on the faucets. He grabbed a bottle of bath salts from beside the bathtub, pouring some in.

Huh, he couldn’t smell anything. He poured in more. Then a few more for good luck.

He walked back into the living room, frowning as he found her standing. “Do I have to tie you to the sofa?” he barked. Actually, the thought of tying her down wasn’t a bad one at all. He could see her spread-eagled, naked and at his mercy.

“I was going to get a drink of water. Hunter, it’s just a twisted ankle and a mild one at that. I’ll be fine in a few days.”

“If you stay off that ankle and look after yourself,” Hunter countered. He walked over to the kitchen. “Where do you keep your glasses?”

“I
n the cupboard next to the fridge.”

He opened the cupboard, his eyebrows rising when he saw there were only two glasses sitting in there. He grabbed one and filled it with water. Unable to help himself, he opened a few other cupboards and drawers.
Although he’d been over here a couple of time he’d never been nosy and looked through her cupboards. They were pretty much empty.

He didn’t like the loneliness those bare cupboards conveyed.
He carried the glass back over and handed it to her.

“Thank you. Hunter, really, you can go now. I promise to rest.”

He ignored her, waiting until she put the glass down then he picked her up, holding her against his chest again.

“What are you doing?” she screeched.

“Carrying you into the bathroom. The bathtub should be almost full.”

Cady just shook her head
as he placed her on the countertop then reached down and turned off the water.

“You can go now
,” she said. “I can get into the tub by myself.”

He looked at her sceptically.

“Hunter, leave!”

“Fine,
I’ll just be in the other room. Call out if you need any help.”

Cady lay back in the bath with her eyes closed. A bath had never felt so good. She rested her throbbing ankle up on the edge, grimacing as some of the bath salts dug into her skin, how much had Hunter poured in?

She could just go to sleep right now. She
might have if she hadn’t known Hunter was in the other room. Just knowing he could step through at any moment sent both trepidation and arousal through her body.

There was a knock on the door. “Cady, you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Time to pay the piper. She knew that was why he was still here, so he could hand her ass to her for today.

She let the water out, waiting until it had drained away before she got her good foot under her and heaved herself out. Grabbing a towel, she dried herself off then pulled her robe off the back of the door.

Wrapping it around herself, she opened the door and limped into the
small living room.

“Damn it, Cady, I told you to call for me.”

“And I told you I’d be fine.”

Hunter shook his head as she made her way to the sofa. “You’re just lucky you’re not mine, girl.”

“Oh?” she said as she sat and put her ankle back up. “What would you do if I was yours?”

“I’d have you over my knee, spanking your ass bright red.”
He placed a makeshift icepack on her ankle.

Her eyes widened. “You’d spank me?”

Arousal and shock coursed through her. She wasn’t a stranger to a bit of kink, but the image of Hunter spanking her had need stirring inside her. A need she thought she’d long since buried.

“Just as well I’m
not yours then, huh?” She tried for horrified and knew she’d failed when he looked at her in interest.

“Hmm, I wonder. I think maybe
the idea of that intrigues you. Does the idea of my taking charge turn you on, sugar?”

“Sugar? Do I really seem sweet to you?”

He sat down on the sofa, facing her, his leg flush against hers. Her pussy clenched at his closeness, need rushing through her. “I bet you taste sweet. Have you ever dreamed of being tied up, of having someone strip you down and tie you to a bed?”

“N-no.”
Liar. She’d never allowed anyone to tie her down, before. She couldn’t allow herself to trust someone that much. But it didn’t mean she hadn’t thought of it.

“No? Are you so sure of that? Because your heartbeat is racing, your breathing has
gotten faster.”

He clasped his hand
s behind her neck and leaning in, took her lips with his. Cady melted against him. She wanted more. He tasted delicious. He ran his free hand through her hair, tugging lightly. She gasped as the slight sting raced through her body.

“Are your nipples hard
? If I touched your pussy right now would my hand come away soaked in your juices?”

She closed her eyes.

“Look at me.” His voice had grown harder. Demanding.

She couldn’t fight
the need to please him. She opened her eyes.

“Do you want me to touch
you?”

“Yes
.” Shit. She hadn’t meant to say that.

His eyes darkened, grew more intense. Suddenly he stood and she almost cried out
, thinking that he was leaving. But he swooped down and picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom.

Hunter
laid her back on the bed. “If your ankle hurts at any stage, you let me know,” he commanded, reaching for the tie to her robe.

He pulled the robe slowly open
. Cady held her breath, wondering if he liked what he saw. She knew she was too thin, her ribs were visible, her hip bones jutted out and her breasts were small.

Would she be enough for him?

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he told her. “Sit up.”

He helped her sit then tugg
ed the robe away, throwing it onto the ground. Gently, he pushed her onto her back, running his gaze over every inch of her. Cady fought the urge to cover herself. Nudity wasn’t something that had ever bothered her much, but she wanted to be attractive to him, wanted him to want her.

“Gorgeous. I’ve dreamed of how you would look, you know.”

“Bet I wasn’t so scrawny in your dreams.”

His gaze narrowed at her words. “Scrawny? I don’t think so.” He ran his hand over her chest, cupping her breast briefly before moving down h
er belly to her mound. “These breasts are perfect with the most luscious nipples I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Lean
ing down, he kissed first one nipple then the other. He kissed his way down her stomach. “Part your legs.”

Her breath came in shallow pants as she moved her thighs apart. He ran one finger through her folds. Raising it, she could see it was coated in moisture. She groaned as he brought it to his mouth and sucked.

“Just as I thought. Fucking sweet.”

S
tanding, he quickly stripped. Cady sat up, reaching for him. He shook his head and took a step back.

“Lie back on the bed, sugar
, just as you were before. I don’t want you to move unless I tell you to, understand?”

She nodded, lying back.

“Put your arms above your head,” he ordered.

Jesus, he was even more bossy in the bedroom than he was in
everyday life.

Cady thought she’d died and gone to heaven as Hunter stripped. Damn, the man was ripped. She’d known he was muscular, she’d drooled over his biceps a number of time
s, but his t-shirt had hidden a six-pack that most men would kill for.

Her fingers itched to trace over the tight muscle
s, but she kept her hands where they were. Out of the bedroom, she’d give as good as she got. But when it came to sex, she liked having someone take charge, take command of her body. But she’d only allowed someone else to take charge when she’d been in a club, surrounded by others.

“What w
as that thought?” Hunter asked.

“Nothing.”

He stared at her for a long moment and she swallowed heavily as his eyes grew stern. He still had his jeans on but he’d undone the top button and zipper.

“When I ask a question
I expect an honest answer. Just shaking your head or answering with nothing is unacceptable, understood?”

She
nodded her head then realized her mistake and quickly said, “Yes.”

“Yes,
Hunter.”

“What?”

“Yes, Hunter. Say my name.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer Sir? Or
my Lord and Majesty?” she asked cheekily.

“No, I want to hear my name from your lips.
Maybe later you can call me Sir.”

It clicked. His calm confi
dence. The way he’d so easily taken control. He had to be a Dom. Great, just what she needed. A Dom in her life.

“I
want you to tell me what you were thinking.”

She sighed and stared up at the ceiling.

“Look at me.” He sat next to her and tugged on her chin, turning her to face him. “Tell me.”

“I don’t usually
just jump into bed with someone like this.”

He ran his thumb over her lip. “I make you feel vulnerable.”

“Yes,” she gritted out.

“And because you don’t trust me fully yet, that scares you, opening up to me, letting me in.”

She stared at him in disbelief.

“I
’ve been watching you, Cady. I know that probably sounds creepy, but you’ve intrigued me since I first met you. I want to understand what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling and since you’re not exactly open with your feelings, I’ve had to figure a few things out on my own.”

Yeah, she’d underestimated him and she shouldn’t have. He was a smart guy and she knew when he
set a goal, he’d throw all of himself into getting what he wanted.

“I don’t expect you to magically start trusting me, Cady. What I do expect is that you’ll be honest with me. If I ask a real question I expect a real answer.” He twisted her nipple gently with his fingers. “Can you do that?”

“I-I suppose so. What if I don’t want to answer?”

“Then tell me. But I want you to try first. Damn,
I want you. I want to run my hands all over your silky skin, to watch you wiggle beneath me as I play with your nipples, to see you scream with pleasure as I suck on your pussy. How does that sound to you?”

“
Pretty good,” she said breathlessly.

He raised an eyebrow.
“Only pretty good? Well, let’s see if it feels better.”

Lying on his side beside her, he ran his calloused hands over her skin, leaving
goosebumps in his wake. Her breath came sharper, harder as he played with her nipples. No one had ever spent so much time just teasing her nipples, squeezing, flicking, licking them. It got to the point that she thought she was going to come from that alone when he moved away, kissing his way down her stomach.

Christ, he really was going to eat her out and as much as she wanted that, she wasn’t sure she was ready for that intimacy yet. She’d much rather he just fuck her.

“Part your legs.”

“Hunter…” her voice trailed off as he glanced up, staring at her arms pointedly. It was then that she realized she’d reached down to grasp hold of his hair, preparing to tug him away.

“Is your ankle hurting?” he asked.

Her ankle? She’d forgotten all about that.

“No,” she said breathlessly. “It’s fine.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He narrowed his gaze and she immediately realized her mistake.

“Hunter, I—” He sat up and gently grabbed her legs, careful not to touch her sore ankle as he brought them up into the air, holding them there with one hand as he smacked his hand down onto her butt.

“Hunter!” she screeched. Never had she been spanked in such a vulnerable position. She’d always negotiated what she wanted beforehand. All the spankings she’d experienced had been prearranged and strictly controlled.

Maybe that’s why none of them had ever turned her on like this before. She felt more vulnerable and out of control than she ever had and yet her pussy gushed with moisture as he gave her two more whacks.

“Hunter, not like this!” she cried out.

He raised his eyebrows as he stared at her, his eyes cool. “Not like this? You’d like me to spank you in another way?”