Haynes, K. R. - The Light in Her Eyes [In Her Eyes] (Siren Publishing Classic) (10 page)

She gasped out loud. Her fingers dug into the skin of his arms. Holding his cock deep inside her pussy, Randall felt the ripple of her release surround him. He looked down at her flushed face and saw that her eyes were closed as her orgasm took hold of her. If he were a betting man, he would bet no other man had ever taken her body to such great heights before now. She was in complete bliss, and in the throes of her passion she looked sexy as all hell, too.

Seeing the effect he had on his woman, Randall felt his balls tighten up and he allowed himself to find his release. His cum burst from the tip of his cock and into her wanting womb.

He was shaken by her sheer willingness to submit to him. Chloe gave him everything he wanted and needed from her, and she had the power to literally take his breath away.

He turned her head and captured her lips with his. Lightly he nibbled on her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Impatience ate at him, wanting inside her mouth. He had to get her taste on him. “Open,” he growled at her. Chloe’s lips parted for him at hearing his command and his tongue slipped inside her mouth to taste her. Wrapping his arms around her tightly, Randall held her close to him while devouring her lips with his own.

Releasing her lips from his and rolling onto his back, taking Chloe with him, Randall slipped his bare cock free from her dripping pussy. He realised then that he hadn’t protected her, that he hadn’t used a condom now or yesterday, even. “Shit.”

Chloe turned slightly in his arms. Her hazel eyes peered up at him. He was vaguely aware of her asking him what was wrong. He didn’t answer her though.

How could he be so stupid in not protecting her?

Silently he ran a fingertip over her swollen pink lips. He knew he had to tell her. Chloe had every right to know he hadn’t protected her from pregnancy. Taking a deep breath, Randall took the blunt approach and came right out and told her.

“I didn’t use a condom, Chloe. On both occasions I took you, I didn’t protect you and for that mistake I am truly sorry.”

He shook his head, pissed at himself for being so selfish and not protecting the one person who meant the world to him. He had been so caught up in the pleasure, he had forgotten to glove up. Randall knew he was clean, only because he’d had to have a complete medical before being allowed back on the Bomb Squad team a few weeks ago. He had a clean bill of health according to the doctor. Still, Chloe didn’t know that.

She shocked him when she reached up and cradled his face in her hands and laid a light kiss on his lips. “It’s all right, Jon, I’m on the pill. I’m clean, too. You’re the only one I’ve ever allowed to go bare inside of me.”

“I’m clean, too, precious, I swear to you I am. I got the all clear from the doc when I had a full medical done a few weeks ago, in preparation for my recall back into the Bomb Squad team.”

Her eyes widened at hearing his words. “The Bomb Squad? I thought you worked on patrol.”

“Nuh, not since I was a rookie at least. Nowadays I only go back on patrol when I get suspended.”

Chloe cocked an eyebrow up at him then, which made his dick hard all over again. She teasingly said to him, “Suspended? Does that happen often then, Officer Randall?”

He slapped her lightly on the ass with his hand as he answered her. “No, precious, it doesn’t. Only when I beat the shit out of suspects who try to blow up shit do I get suspended.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me you beat suspects up, too?”

Grinning up at her, Randall cupped her bare breast in his hand. Lazily he thumbed her taut nipples in a way to distract her, and it worked, too. He watched as her eyes fluttered closed for a moment to revel in the delight of his touch. A soft moan escaped her lips.

“No, I don’t go around beating up suspects often. This particular asshole, well, he pissed me off because he wouldn’t cooperate so I hit him a couple of times. Got suspended and kicked off the team. Had to serve a two-month suspension on patrol for hitting the bastard, but it was totally worth it. The dude was a total jackass.”

Chloe laughed at his explanation of why he got suspended. He smiled up at her. God, he truly loved her. Loved her laughter, loved her sassiness. In fact there wasn’t one thing Randall didn’t love about her.

Her gaze drifted over to his. Randall sensed Chloe’s struggle with her own feelings for him. He knew this would happen. Just because she couldn’t remember their past together didn’t mean her heart had forgotten who it belonged to. He owned her heart. It had always belonged to him.

Releasing her from his embrace, Randall watched as fear flashed in her eyes as she rolled away from him. She scampered out of his bed so quickly he couldn’t drag her back in. His gazed was riveted to the delightful view of her bare ass as she bolted for the bathroom. He let her go for now. Sooner or later, Chloe would come to learn to trust in her love for him. For now though, she needed the space to deal with the emotions he brought forth in her. Feelings she had probably locked away safe and sound in her heart, which were now being brought forth in all their glory.

It would be hard for her to understand her feelings toward him, especially when she had no memory of their time together. So for now he would be patient and let her come to terms with how she felt. And make sure he was available for her when she needed him.

Chapter Fifteen

Chloe stared out the kitchen window as she finished up washing the dishes from lunch, lost to her own thoughts. She had been doing a lot of thinking lately, about how comfortable she felt being here in Randall’s home. His place was a smallish-sized courtyard home. Way bigger than her own place though. The furnishings he used were sparse but comfortable. His place felt lived-in but lacked the warmth of a female’s touch. Chloe smiled to herself, wondering what Randall would do to her if she added a few feminine touches to his place. He would probably slap her ass until it was so red she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.

“Could be worth it though.” Just to see the look on his face, when he saw how she redecorated his precious place, would be priceless.

“What could be worth it, precious?”

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud is all.”

His arm slid around her waist, tugging her up against him so her back pressed into his chest. “Hmm, so why is it that your thinking out loud makes the hairs on the back of my neck stick up then?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you have a guilty conscience?” She turned in his embrace to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging him down for a quick kiss. “Do you have some sins you need to confess, officer?”

“My only sin, little girl, is you,” he said to her as he slapped her on the ass. “Now we have the afternoon together. Is there anything you want to do? Or should I say try?” he suggested with a smirk.

Her breath caught in the back of her throat. Her stomach quivered. What didn’t she want to try would be easier to answer. For him, Chloe would try anything once. If it pleased him, it would please her.

“What did you have in mind, Officer Randall?” she taunted him, with just a hint of her own longing to please him emanating from her voice.

Randall squeezed her ass in both his hands, before landing two quick blows to the fleshy globes hidden beneath the denim of her jeans. “Oh, I have plenty of things in mind for naughty little girls like you, precious.”

“Hmm, do tell.”

“Not tell, show.”

Crossing his arms over his chest and stepping back from her, Randall uttered his one-word command for her to kneel. Slowly, Chloe lowered herself down to the kitchen floor to kneel at his feet.

“Good girl,” he said as a way of rewarding her obedience. “Now it’s time for you to learn your next lesson, the proper way to present yourself to your master.”

Here she knelt at the feet of her Master on the kitchen floor. He told her to do something and she obeyed without a second thought. Was she crazy?

Chloe lifted her eyes up to him then at that realisation and slowly raised herself from the floor, only to be stopped halfway. His piercing sky-blue eyes halted her movements
and the command in his voice made her regret, for only a second, her mistake to rise.

“I said kneel, Chloe, not stand.”
His displeasure at her disobedience, clearly evident in his voice, fuelled her independent streak.

“Well, I want to stand if that’s all right with you,” she threw back at him, and then proceeded to stand up straight.

She cocked her hip out for good measure and placed both her hands on her hips. Her temper rose quickly all because he was commanding her to kneel? It wasn’t the kneeling she had a problem with. It was the command to do so that rubbed her the wrong way.

“No, little girl, it’s not
all right with me.”

“Well, too bad,” she spat out at him, turned and walked off. Well, actually limped off more like it, her ankle still sore and swollen from twisting it the other day.

She was testing him, which in hindsight was probably not her wisest move.
But she couldn’t help herself. The need to see how far she could push him to test out his limits was something she had no control over. Plus, she wouldn’t allow herself to be walked all over and treated like some dumb robotic woman, who did what he wanted when he wanted. If he didn’t like her for who she was, well, so be it.

Her sassy, fiery mouth would no doubt cost her ass for disrespecting him. But hell, what else was she supposed to do? If she couldn’t tell him what she thought of his commands, how were they meant to communicate then?

Throwing her arms up in the air, Chloe fell back on the sofa just in time to see Randall come storming into the lounge room after her. She shivered at the intensity in his eyes. He looked like a man on a mission. A mission he was going to succeed at one way or another. Her stomach flipped at the prospect of him accomplishing just that.

He came barrelling up to her, encroaching into her personal space, his eyes darkening as he glared down at her. Chloe couldn’t stop herself from saying to him, “What’s up your arse?” and watching as Randall’s nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed down at her. The muscles in his jaw twitched from him gritting his teeth at her defiance.

“What’s up my arse? Oh, little girl, your sassy mouth is in need of another lesson, I fear,”
he warned her as he moved in closer until his nose almost touched hers.
“You will not disrespect me as your Dom
inant
. Ever.”

Her what? Surely she hadn’t heard him right. And why oh why was she suddenly so turned on by him and his domineering presence?

“I’m sorry, my what?” s
he asked him sweetly.
She would have stood up in front of him. Hell, she probably would’ve even gone toe for toe with him, too, if her stupid bloody ankle wasn’t aching. So she continued to glare up at his towering form hovering over her.

“Your Dominant, Chloe.
You are my submissive and I am your Dom.”

“Huh?” Yeah, sure, she loved his dominance, but she knew nothing about Doms or subs or whatever the hell Randall was rambling on about.

“Chloe, do you not understand how a Dom/sub relationship works?”

“No, never heard of it before.”

She watched him scrub a hand through his hair in frustration at her answer then turned and walked out of the lounge room. When he came back a few minutes later he was holding an icepack and some pain meds for her. She was thankful for them, as her ankle was throbbing like a bitch today.

Swallowing down the pain meds he had given her, Chloe listened carefully as Randall relayed a shortened version of how a Dom/sub relationship worked, while he secured an icepack to her ankle
He answered all of her questions. When she fell silent, he asked her if she had any other questions.

“No, I have no other questions.”

“Good. Now you still have a punishment awaiting you for disrespecting me back in the kitchen when I asked you to kneel.” Holding up his hand to halt her from speaking, he continued on. “I can see your ankle is still bothering you, so I have readjusted your punishment accordingly.”
He had? Wow, Chloe wasn’t sure whether she should be pissed at him for accommodating her bad ankle into her punishment or grateful that he had. Her indecision pissed her off greatly.

“You will strip and kneel before me in the proper pose. Once you have pleased me with your pose you will return to the couch and you will not speak for the remainder of the day.” To her surprise, Randall had to hold back his amusement at her reaction to his command. Surely he must have known it was going to kill her not speak for the rest of the day. “You will only speak when given a direct question. Otherwise, I don’t want to hear another word fall from your lips till dawn tomorrow.” He moved in closer to her and stared straight into her eyes. “Do you understand your orders, Chloe?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said to him as she dropped her feet to the floor and stood up.
Randall stepped back from her and crossed his arms over his chest. He cocked
an eyebrow up as a way of a silent command to do his bidding, strip, and present herself to her Master.