Page 38 of Wicked Design
Chapter Ten
Clover was sure Van Gogh’s voice had dropped at least an octave as he stated his demand. Heat poured from him in waves, blanketing her. He smelled better than she recalled, clean and musky. All man.
He wanted her. More than any other guy had. Hell, he’d actually seen her in a park where a dozen others had played and relaxed, yet he’d noticed her. Remembered her well enough to sketch from memory.
Clover wanted to slug him. She’d spent too many lonely months without his warmth, smile, and lust, his big body trapping hers, anchoring her to his desire. He should have said something about his attraction to her, given her some hope. No way would she wait again for him to make the first move. “Do it, do it, do it. Now.”
“Hey.” He used the silver handcuffs to secure the first ones to the convertible chair rail. “I’m the Dom. You’re the lowly sub.”
“Who says I’m not submitting?” She wiggled her butt, enticing him. “I’m telling you to go for it.”
“I thought it was my job to give orders.” He yanked down her shorts and whistled at her nudity. “Lift your ass.”
Her skin tingled, and her breath caught. Damn, this was nice. “Yes, sir.”
“Master.”
“Yes sir, Master.”
He laughed.
His joyful sound was more beautiful than the most celebrated tune.
He sobered fast and breathed hard. “Ready for your discipline?”
More than he could have guessed. She felt more naked now than she ever had in her life, plus deliciously vulnerable to both their fantasies. She nodded meekly.
“Not hard, though.” He kissed her butt. “I’d cut off my balls before I hurt you.”
He wouldn’t. She trusted him fully with her safety and heart. Something she’d never done with another man. “I know.”
He hugged her, straightened, then stepped away.
Nothing else happened. No footfalls to indicate him edging close. No air rushing to signify his hand coming down hard to swat her ass. Curious, she glanced at the large wall mirror behind the convertible chair.
Her shoulders and head blocked the view.
She looked over.
He stared at her ass and cleft.
She got so wet she practically dripped and made a wanting sound.
His gaze jerked up, but he didn’t blush. His eyes narrowed to hard slits. He lifted his chin and looked down his nose at her. “What was that?”
She stilled at his command. Calling it a question wasn’t close to the truth. He’d gone into full Dom mode as easily as if he’d rehearsed this moment or had fantasized about it a lot. She liked that and mouthed “Nothing” in answer, keeping with her submissive role.
He stalked to her, one slow step at a time, and gripped her ass.
She flinched then stilled.
“You deserve this, don’t you?” His voice scraped, it was that low. “You’ve been bad, haven’t you?”
She nodded vigorously.
Still gripping her butt, he stepped to the side and raised his hand.
She stared at their reflections in the mirror.
