“It’s a Brunello di Montepulciano from Italy, made from the Sangiovese grape.”
“It’s wonderful. So juicy and spicy. Perfect with this meal.”
He nods and takes another sip. “Eat slowly. We’ll only have one glass of wine, as well.”
“Okay.”
I’m so ready. So compliant. I think he could tell me to do anything right now and I’d do it.
Submission is a wonderful feeling. To give myself over to another person I trust… Never in a million years would I have thought I’d find it so rewarding.
I take dainty bites of my food. I finish all of my salad, most of my bread, and half of my lasagna.
I pat my lips with my napkin and then rest it on the side of my plate.
Braden meets my gaze, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Are you ready, Skye?”
“Yes, Braden. I’m ready.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
My eyes pop into circles when I enter Braden’s bedroom.
Candlelight emits a soft glow, and something occurs to me. I’ve never before seen a candle anywhere in Braden’s place. Never. In fact, at our first dinner in New York, he asked the waiter to take the candle away from the table.
I never gave it a thought, but it makes perfect sense to me now, knowing how fire devastated his family.
This is for me. He’s given me candlelight, to make the mood romantic.
And if it’s possible, I fall in love with him even more.
He cups my cheek. “I was ready to take your ass that night at the club, but in retrospect, I’m glad it didn’t happen there.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.” He thumbs my lower lip.
“Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious? This is where we should engage in that intimate act for the first time. That’s not to say we won’t do it at the club, too, but for the first time, we should be here, in an environment where you’re the most comfortable. Where you feel safe.”
“I always feel safe with you, Braden.”
“I know. I guess I’m not explaining what I mean very well. Let me be blunt. I changed my mind. I want to do it here. In my bedroom. I want to be here because this is something intensely personal to me. Personal and private, and I want us to be alone.”
“But Christopher and the rest of the staff—”
“Aren’t here. I sent them all away for the weekend. They’ll be back tomorrow evening.”
“Who will drive me home, then?”
“No one. You’re not going home this weekend, Skye. You’re staying here. With me.”
I smile. “That sounds good.”
“I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make this good for you in a way I couldn’t at the club. You’ll be pampered.”
I warm all over, and in the candlelight, my breasts glow. Braden takes notice, dropping his gaze and groaning from his chest. The low growl seems to flow from him and into me, lodging between my legs. I’m quivering. Naked and quivering, my ass ready to open up, drop the plug, and take all Braden can give me.
I’m so ready. I don’t want to wait any longer.
But this is Braden’s dance. We’re both moving, but he’s in the lead.
And I’m good with that.
“I’ve waited a long time for this,” he says, “and we’re going to do it right.”
Being here means something to him. Here, in his bedroom in Boston, where he doesn’t do things he may participate in at the club.
I simply nod. “Whatever you want is what I want.”
The low growl hums from his chest into me once more.
“I’m going to bind you to the headboard as we’ve done before, face up.”
“Face up?”
“Oh, yes. Face up. I want to look into your warm brown eyes when I take that ass.”
“But…I just assumed…”
“That I’d take you from behind? That was my plan at the club, but this will be much more intimate. Plus, you’ll get to watch. I want you fully engrossed in the experience.”
“Using all my senses tonight?”
“Yes, every last one. This is something I don’t ever want you to forget, Skye.”
I smile. “I’ll never forget anything we do together.”
His lips quirk upward. “You definitely won’t forget this. Lie down on the bed.”
I obey, nudging the plug in my ass. I can’t stop a soft giggle.
Braden walks to his wardrobe and pulls out the leather cuffs that he used on me once before. He places them around each of my wrists and then secures them to the rungs of the headboard, giving me only a slight amount of slack. I clamp my fists around the leather rope securing the cuffs to the headboard.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Good. You’re not going to be able to touch me, and that’s how I want it. You need to focus all your other senses on what I’m doing to you. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent.” He slides his tongue over his lower lip, just enough to be really sensual. “You look delectable, Skye. Better than the most glorious feast. You’re the only feast I want tonight. A feast for my eyes, my ears, my lips and tongue, my nose.” He inhales. “You’re wet. I can smell your musk already. It’s the sweetest perfume.”
I lift my hips instinctively, his words igniting me. I’m so ready for this. So ready for him.
“Easy,” he says. “I’m as anxious as you are, but I’m going to enjoy every morsel of my feast first. Beginning with those luscious tits of yours.”
My nipples strain forward, as if they heard his words. They’re tight and puckered and ready for his lips, tongue, and teeth.
Braden removes his shirt, and I suck in a breath, intoxicated as always by his shoulders, chest, and abs. He’s even more striking by candlelight.
Candlelight.
Hot wax.
The idea intrigues me. Would he do it if I asked? He doesn’t like anything to do with fire, but it’s not a hard limit.
Quickly I banish the thought. Tonight is about something else. Something Braden and I have both been looking forward to. He’s gone to such trouble to make this good for me, and I intend to enjoy every second.