Haynes, K. R. - The Light in Her Eyes [In Her Eyes] (Siren Publishing Classic) (28 page)

Kneeling in the middle of the lounge-room floor in the correct submissive pose, Chloe waited for Jon to come home to her. Sure, he would prefer to see her naked and in her submissive pose, she doubted he would even care at this point when he set his eyes on her.

She smiled to herself, knowing he was in for one hell of a surprise when he came home tonight. He had absolutely no idea she had anything planned for him. Hell, Randall probably assumed they were going to eat pizza and watch a movie on the sofa again. Not Tonight. No, tonight was going to be more than just cuddling up close to each other. Tonight she was going to get hot and steamy with her man, her Dom, her lover. Chloe could hardly wait.

* * * *

It had been a long ass of a day at the station, with the investigations into Chloe’s attack and
the case to bring down
the Gang of 39 all going nowhere fast. The few raids he and his team had made on some of the warehouses down at the harbour had been, well, an utter waste of time. They had found nothing, zilch. In other words, fuck all. No chemicals, no explosives, not a damn bloody thing.

The Bomb Squad’s team leader was organising yet another raid for a couple of days’ time. Although Randall figured that was just going to be another complete waste of everyone’s time, too. The hell with what their informer said or didn’t say. There was absolutely no evidence that led him to believe any members of
the Gang of 39
had even smuggled in any explosive material whatsoever.

As for Chloe’s case, well, that was a whole other story.

The clothing she had worn on the day of her attack had come back with some surprising results. Same went for the evidence collected from underneath her fingernails, which a fellow cop assigned to the case had collected at the hospital when Chloe mentioned she had hit her attacker. A minuscule amount of skin and rubber had been detected. The black rubber would have been easily missed if you weren’t aware that the attacker wore a black rubber mask to shield his identity from his unsuspecting victim. The information regarding the mask and black rubber found was on a need-to-know basis, along with the trace sample of semen found on the letter.

There were also traces of black fibres discovered on Chloe’s clothing, which matched her description of the assailant wearing dark clothing. The skin scraped from her fingernails was still down at the lab. They had no positive results yet, but the lab was still running their tests.

Jake had informed Randall today that he was investigating an interesting link between the Gang of 39’s former leader, Myke Dillon, and Chloe’s stalker. There was no tangible proof that the former gang leader had attacked and stalked Chloe. But Myke Dillon sure did have all the credentials to do it.

Plus, his release from prison two months prior to Randall pulling Chloe over that night a few months back placed the former gang leader at the top of the list as a prime suspect. The police just needed to find the bastard. Myke Dillon had literally disappeared. This meant he had either been killed by a member of the gang he had once commanded or he was lying low. The fact that there had been no sign of him over the past couple of weeks also justified Randall placing the former gang leader at the top of his list. He fit the time line.

Seeing it was after six pm, Randall pushed back from his desk to head home. He had promised Chloe he would be home by six thirty. Saying his good-byes to his fellow team members on the way out of the station’s front door, he sent a quick text to Chloe letting her know he was on his way home to her from his truck.

Parking his truck up the driveway, something in his gut told him he was in for one hell of a good night tonight. Maybe that’s why Randall found he had a spring in his step walking up to the front door. Maybe, nuh, he couldn’t torture himself into thinking that perhaps Chloe was ready for him to make love to her. It had been so damn long since they had had sex, Randall found himself feeling slightly nervous at the thought of it. Nervous like it was his first time with her. In a way it was.

No matter when she was ready to feel his possession of her body again, he wanted it to be perfect for her. She deserved it more than anyone else after everything that had happened. Chloe deserved nothing but perfection from him.

Stepping inside and locking the door behind him, Randall called out to Chloe.
When no reply came forth his heart automatically started racing. Fear gripped him in a tight vise.
Had the attacker come back? was the only thought ringing loudly in his head as he stepped further inside the house, while calling out her name. A faint whisper of music assaulted his ears. Soft, almost sensual music, music you could make slow, passionate love to.

“Holy shit,” he whispered to himself. Could this mean she was ready for him? “Shit.”

Well, there was only one way for him to find out. Following the beat of the music, Randall headed up the hall to the lounge room. His heart was pounding rapidly in his chest, and sweat was beading on his brow with every step he took. If he was wearing a tie he would have yanked it off by now. Breathe, he told himself, just breathe.

Taking a calming, deep breath, Randall stepped into the lounge room.

Finding his Chloe in a submissive pose was the most breathtakingly beautiful sight he could have ever asked for. Her
unblemished
skin shimmered under the soft glow of the candlelight. Her gorgeous naked body was only delicately covered in the soft lavender lingerie he had given her. In one word she looked stunning, simply fucking stunning. And going by the way his dick hardened almost instantly at the sight of her, his cock obviously agreed with the sentiment as well.

Thoroughly captivated by her, Randall took a few moments to just admire her.

The flickering glow of the candles in the background caught his attention. Staring at them briefly, seeing the flames dancing against the walls and the melted wax spilling over the edges of the candles, gave him an idea. A very wicked idea. He sure hoped Chloe was up for a little wax play tonight.

Standing behind her, Randall swept her long, soft, caramel locks back with his hand, baring her slender neck to him. Bending down, he ran his tongue up the side of her neck, tasting her skin. She shivered from this single touch alone. “Mmm, you taste delightful, precious,” he murmured sultrily to her.

Moving around to stand in front of her, with a fingertip underneath her chin he tipped her head up. Dipping his head he captured her lips with his. Kissing her soundly, he tasted her sweetness thoroughly. His tongue delved into her mouth seeking out hers. He allowed their tongues to duel for a moment, before dominating the kiss by swamping her mouth with his tongue. Her taste surrounded him, ignited him in such a way Randall knew he would never be the same without her.

Releasing her lips from his, breathing heavily, Randall stared down into Chloe’s molten hazel eyes. Blood surged in his veins. His straining, swollen cock pressed painfully against the metal zipper of his jeans. He was lost to her. His heart, body, and soul all belonged to one and only one woman.
That woman was
Chloe.

He would be forever lost to her always, only her.

“Chloe.” He whispered her name to her. “Precious, I will ask you one question and you will give me only an honest answer. Are we clear?”

Peering up at him, Chloe answered him with a “Yes, Sir.”

“I want you to totally surrender to me tonight, little girl. Are you able to give yourself completely over to my control tonight, precious?”

She didn’t do a thing, except resume her submissive pose with her hands laced behind her back, knees spread apart, and head lowered with her eyes down. That was all the confirmation Randall needed. Unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the side, he toed off his shoes, removed his socks and stood before her in just his faded denim jeans.

Staring down at her, he knew his eyes had darkened with lust and desire she had stirred up inside of him. So goddamn long they had both waited for tonight, and he’d be damned if it wasn’t going to be fucking perfect for her. Giving her the command to rise and remove her underthings, Randall moved the low end table over, placing it in the middle of the room. Clearing the tabletop bare, he pointed to the table and ordered Chloe to lie down on her back and wait for him. Hearing her hiss from the coolness of the timber against her skin had him smirking.

Grabbing one of the low-heat lit candles from the mantle place, Randall went back over to where Chloe lay perfectly still and naked for him. She had the palms of her hands lying flat against the tabletop
and her feet planted firmly on the floor.
Her hazel-coloured eyes, darkened with her own arousal, peered up at him.

“Beautiful,” he growled approvingly.

He watched a faint whisper of a smile curve her lips.

With a feather-like caress he skimmed his fingertips over her bare flesh. Goose bumps rose where his fingers travelled. Tracing an invisible line on the outer edge of her pussy, Chloe moaned softy from his teasing touch. She was damp but nowhere near wet enough for him. Although Randall knew once he was done with the wax play, Chloe would be more than wet, more than ready for him. She would be saturated with her own juices.

Lifting the candle up to her line of sight, in a mellow, husky voice he spoke to her. “Little girl, you are mine tonight, to play with when I want, how I want. Tonight, you have given the beauty of your body and yourself over to my care.
To honour your courage and your strength, I have a pleasurable way to show you how much you have pleased me with your growth as my submissive.”

Tilting the candle sightly, he watched the small amount of cherry-red wax drip onto her awaiting flesh.

Chapter Forty-Three

Chloe hissed out from the heat of the warm wax caressing her skin.
She heard Randall’s deep, husky voice whispering over her as he continued to address her.
“If at any time tonight you feel overwhelmed or you want me to stop, you say your safe word. Other than that, little girl, I want you to remain still and quiet. Your eyes are to remain only on me the entire time. You may moan and pant to your heart’s content. You will not come unless given the command to do so. Then and only then you may scream and cream all you want.” He smirked down at her.

Chloe nodded her head to answer him, too lost to the pleasure of the pain the small amount of wax Randall had dribbled onto her chest caused to find her voice. She did what he had commanded her to do, remain still and silent with her eyes on only him. He tipped his hand again. A thin river of cherry-red wax dribbled from the candle. The warm wax hit her left breast first. A small hiss escaped her lips from the delicious heat hitting the delicate skin of her breast. She didn’t have time to adjust to the heat of the wax on her skin before more wax trickled onto the flesh of her other breast.

The heat of the wax was intense, but not uncomfortable though. When Randall dribbled a thin layer of warm wax over both her taut nipples, the action had her moaning loudly. Her body was overstimulated by the pain and the pleasure it all caused her. A warm, buzzing feeling settled low in her abdomen. Moisture pooled at the entrance of her pussy. God, why hadn’t he done this to her before now? And how in the hell did this man know this was exactly what she needed tonight? Chloe found herself thinking.

More wax spilled onto her wanting flesh. A thin river of cherry-red wax ran from her chest down to her navel. Over and over again, he covered her skin in thin ribbons of heated wax. Glancing down her body quickly to sneak a peek at his artwork, her body had become his canvas. She was stunned, her skin, her body, his masterpiece. It was simply beautiful. “Jon.” His name fell from her lips in awe of what he done to her.

Hearing him growl at her for speaking his name and for not keeping her eyes only on him, Chloe instantly closed her lips tightly together and stared up into his eyes. Eyes so dark they were no longer sky blue, but navy in colour.

Gorgeous would be the word to describe him, standing there concentrating on the wax masterpiece he was creating on her skin. His bare, chiselled chest was dusted in a light layer of dark-blond hair, his skin tanned from the afternoon sun. His mop of dark-blond hair was clipped shorter at the back and slightly longer toward the front, dampened from sweat caused by the heat of the candles.

She itched to scrape her fingernails down his bare chest, along his torso. To run her fingertips through his hair. Seeing out of the corner of her eye his straining bulge pressing against the denim of his jeans had her licking her lips. The need for a taste of his essence spilling onto her tongue had her groaning at the longing for him to do more to her now.

It was like he had read her mind or something. Suddenly the heat of the wax no longer dribbled onto her skin. His talented fingertips traced idle patterns across her inner and outer thighs. She inched her legs slightly apart, needing him to touch, to take the most heated part of her body, her overheated core. The buzzing feeling in her abdomen grew. More moisture spilled from her hidden depths.