Page 7 of Dark Rules

“I learned to swim in a pool that could have been filled by the waters surrounding Iceland; it was so cold. But I became proficient at it.”

“I’m glad you know how to swim.” His head tilted as he pushed the zipper down on his trousers. “It looks like you can hold your breath for a while too?”

“Oh, quite a while, sir.” Just like that, the tension was returned to the air, and I waited for him to drop the pants with my breath held. I knew what he hid beneath the black slacks, but it was still new to me, still a thrill.

My lips pursed and my eyebrow quirked as I waited in the water for him. Finally, he let the pants go and walked into the warm water to join me. I held my hand out to him, my eyes down once again, and he pulled me to the deep end with him.

Although, I had a feeling I’d been in the deep end from the moment I met Dylan James. He’d pulled me to him, and my legs wrapped around his waist as our chests came together. His lips slid along my jawline and up over my cheek, until he reached my ear.

“I want to be inside of you.” A few simple words, but they meant far more than that. He wanted to be in me, yes, but he wanted to be in my head too. “I want to own every single part of you, Stephanie.”

I looked up at him, my left hand cupped against the back of his head, and pulled him down to kiss me. I didn’t know if I could let him in that deep, I didn’t know if I could let anyone that deep. Even Dylan, and he’d seen more of the real me than anyone else ever had.

Instead of words, I gave him action. I kissed him, my tongue a slick slide along the seam of his lips until he opened to let me in. I explored him, slow and easy, the water a warm cocoon around us. His hands gripped at my bottom until his fingers dug into my flesh to press me tighter to him. I felt him nudging at me, a soft but insistent touch that made me wonder. What if I just moved, only a little bit. My virginity would be gone, and he’d have me, totally.

Or, as much as I’d let him have me. It was an odd time to realize that there were aspects I’d continue to hide, parts of myself that I’d never let anyone into, but what could I do? I could only feel, be touched, and wait for what he gave me. I heard a soft sound, deep in his throat, and knew it was appreciation; he’d liked the unsophisticated technique of mine, I’d guessed, but I was learning.

By now, I knew he liked to suck my tongue, that he liked to feel me moan inside of his mouth. I drove my fingers into his hair, held his face to mine as desperation began to drill insistently through my brain. And then, something changed.

I’d noticed a hint of danger to Dylan before, as if there was a side to him I hadn’t experienced yet, and for a moment, as he gripped my hand and pulled it behind him, I caught a glimpse of it. A thrill went through me.

At last.

I’d waited for the real moment he finally took control, and just as I’d decided that he’d never really own me, he’d shown a real crack in the persona he’d shown me. I had to think there was a reason Trent hated him and thought he’d killed his real parents; it couldn’t just be jealousy, and for the first time, I wondered just how dangerous Dylan actually was.

He had a tight grip on my hand, and he held it behind him while he walked us to the wall of the pool.

“I really wish you’d brought that signed contract with you, pet.” I could see flecks of black in the gray of his eyes as I stared up at him; our eyes locked as I tried to remember to breathe.

“Is it really that important, sir?” My voice shook, but it wasn’t fear; it was uncontrolled excitement. I’d broken the rules, and something told me I was about to be punished.

“It’s everything, Stephanie.” His words were a whisper against my neck, and a shiver ran down my spine when I felt his lips graze the skin below my ear. “You see, I had plans for tonight. I was going to finally find out what it felt like to be inside of you.”

His lips closed on a patch of skin and everything that hadn’t been tight before suddenly puckered as his teeth grazed me just as he began to suck at me. My hands went to his head, clamped in the brown silk that covered it, and clenched as he tugged a little harder. He’d leave a mark, but I didn’t care.

I kind of liked the idea of being marked by him. A sound escaped my throat, and I pressed every inch of my body into his as I tried to remember what we had been talking about. Something about the contract. Maybe, I couldn’t remember, not when he groaned loudly, and his hand dived down to find me wet and ready for him. A slick of his finger between my folds, and then he found the part of me that ached the most.

He let go of my skin, but my concentration was on the action of his fingers, not his mouth.

“You want me so much, Stephanie. Your body gives you away. From the way your eyes dilate when I speak to you, to the way your skin tightens when I touch you. And this.” He paused to cup me in his hand for just a moment before his fingers went back to their play. “This absolutely drips for my dick.”

I shook my head eagerly, in total agreement with him. Maybe he wouldn’t punish me; maybe he’d finally give us what we both wanted so very much. A sound came from my throat, but it wasn’t really a word. I’d meant to say please, but I couldn’t make it come out as a word. I’d wanted him too much, and my throat was closed with anticipation.

“So I’m a little confused.” His finger on my clit paused, and I wanted to beg him to do it some more, but I knew he wouldn’t, not if I asked.

He pulled his hand from between my legs and grasped my right arm to move it up to the wall. It was only then that I saw a clamp. I hadn’t noticed it before, and now I could see it could be anything, some kind of clamp for pool equipment, but I knew it wasn’t. Something went tight in my lower abdomen, and my heart raced.

I really was about to see the real Dylan, and I felt just the slightest tingle as I realized this could be dangerous. That feeling only heightened when he put my other arm in the clamp, closed the clasp with a snick, and did the same to the other. He’d given me a moment to protest, to safe word out of this situation, but I’d let it pass. I looked up at his face and could almost feel the way my eyes dilated.

“You see…” He dropped to his knees then, and my eyes went wide. Why was he on his knees? Wasn’t he supposed to be up here with me; wasn’t I supposed to be the one down there? He placed his head against my right hip and looked up at me. “I wanted this. This sweet bit of heaven that you carry with you.”

I could only swallow at that point and tried to remember to breathe. I still hadn’t quite remembered how to go about that yet. A stray drop of water slid out of my wet hair and down my spine. I shivered as it slid to the middle of my back, but I wasn’t sure the shiver came from that.

I thought it was his words, the way he looked up at me with so much naked hunger that I wanted to stroke his face. But my wrists were in the clamps, and I couldn’t touch him. Lesson one, a lesson I’d already learned but forgot, had started all over again. He’d taught me this torture before; how could I have forgotten that?

“It’s a shame really, Stephanie. I had such plans for this virginal pussy of yours. I was going to fuck this slit into a heaven that opened only for me.” His breath against my skin was a new torture, because I wanted it on me there, in that place he now spoke of worshipping. That place where I throbbed for his touch. I could feel the way my hips squirmed against his face. If I moved in just the right way…

“Sir…” I finally said when he didn’t move a muscle. I wanted to be free, to move my hips, and I tried to move my hands just a little. The urge to comfort him made me try, but they would not budge from the clamps.