Haynes, K. R. - The Light in Her Eyes [In Her Eyes] (Siren Publishing Classic) (9 page)

Oh, shit. She was in big trouble now. Not only did she cry out his name and cuss about her ankle, she had also spoken twice without a direct question from him. There was nothing she could do or say to stop whatever happened to her now. So she lay there practically naked on his bed and watched as Jon stalked over to a box in the corner of the bedroom. Chloe couldn’t see what he took out. A small part of her didn’t want to know what he had in store for her either.

Lying there on his bed, she remained utterly still and silent. Her lips were sealed shut. Not a word would come pass those disobedient lips of hers from now on. Well, until he let her that is.

She sucked in a harsh breath when she caught a glimpse of what Randall held in his hands as he stalked back to her. He had chosen her punishment for her. Oh, god, could she really go through with this? Could she let him have his wicked way with her? Randall sure was a sexual force to be reckoned with. Her body craved the sight of him and the domineering power he was wheeling her way.

Chloe knew he wouldn’t tolerate her disrespecting a direct order he had given to her. So why did she kept on pushing him? Did she enjoy pushing him? Did she like the thrill she received when she revved him up? She would answer “yes” to all those questions if she were allowed to speak. He was Dominant to be sure. So what did that make her? What did he expect from her? Did he fully expect her complete obedience when they were in the bedroom? Or did he expect it outside the bedroom as well?

     
Chloe quickly glance down at her
now
naked body. How the hell did she not notice him removing the rest of her damn clothes? Now, she lay before him completely naked for his eyes only. Without a word to her, he lifted both her arms up above her head and cuffed them to the headboard. She trembled slightly at being trussed up for him to do as he pleased. Her eyes watched him move and cuff her good ankle to the bedpost, leaving her wide open and vulnerable to him.

His head dipped down and his lips brushed along the column of her neck. She gasped in surprise at the feel of his teeth biting down on her earlobe. He soothed the sting away with a flick of his tongue. When Randall stood back up, Chloe noticed his eyes had darkened even further. He held a red silk sash out in front of her so she could see it. She swallowed hard, not knowing what he was intending to do with it.

“Do you know what this is for, little girl?” he asked her.

Holding back her smart-ass comment took some effort on her behalf, but she did it anyway.
“No, Sir,” she whispered quietly to him.

“This is for that mouth of yours, little girl. The one you seemed to have trouble keeping closed.”

After wrapping the red silk around her mouth and tying it at the back of her head, Randall leant down and whispered into her ear.
The warmth of his breath against her skin made her shiver.
“The only words I wish to hear from you now are ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir.’ If you want me to stop, you say your safe word. Nod your head so I know you understand me.”

Nodding her head, Chloe waited for him to issue her the safe word. “History,” he told her, would always be her safe word. She knew she would never say that word to him. Chloe found herself trusting him so completely that it shocked her. Maybe it was because they had known each other years ago, even if she couldn’t remember their time together. She still had this unwavering trust in him.

So lost in her own thoughts, Chloe didn’t see Randall raise the flogger until a fire flared across her bare flesh from the strike he had given her. He raised the flogger again, aiming it this time at her left thigh.

After about twenty strikes of the flogger coming down onto her flesh, her body hummed with a need for more. Her skin flushed in shades of pinks where the flogger had caressed her wanting flesh. A light lay of sweat glazed her skin.

The need for more pulsed throughout her. She needed more of his touch, more of this dominance he was showing her. Chloe found herself fascinated by this Dominant side of his. She wondered if Randall had showed her this side of him when they were younger.

She realised then what had been missing in her past relationships, Dominance. She needed the dominance of a male. She held the power though when under his control. One single word from her and it all would end. A word she would never utter.

His stern voice broke into her train of thought then as he warned her to “get out of your head right now, and just let yourself feel the pleasure, Chloe.”

Wait, did he just ask her to feel? Christ, if she felt any more pleasure than she did right now, she would explode into a million tiny pieces.

Six more times, he rained the flogger down onto her already overly sensitive flesh, before he tossed it to the floor along with his jeans. He allowed her no time at all to react as he positioned himself in between her spread thighs. With one single forward thrust he buried himself balls deep inside her heated core. The actions had her crying out at the pleasure and the pain his invasion caused her.

It was too much. It was all too much. His cock was so thick and hard inside of her, stretching her more than she thought was even possible. She tried to move her hips to accommodate his forward thrusts into her body, but his fingers held her hips in a stronghold, preventing her from moving.

She was desperate to touch him, to feel him with her hands and know he was here with her. She couldn’t though. Her hands were still cuffed to the bed, leaving her immobile. She needed to touch him, had to caress his skin with her hands. Feel his flesh beneath her fingertips. She had to feel him. Her eyes might see him but her hands needed the contact of his heated skin.
Would he give her what she needed?

They both groaned when he slid into her core again. The friction of his cock rubbing against her innermost sensitive flesh had her thrashing around wildly. Heat radiated off both of their bodies. A light layer of sweat covered both their bodies and made them slick as they moved as one. She gazed up at him through hooded lids, hoping Randall could see her struggle to get close to him.

Unexpectedly, he leaned forward and released the sash from around her mouth and captured her lips with his. His tongue delved into her mouth as he continued to pump in and out of her core with his cock. His fingers went about working on releasing the metal cuffs binding her wrists to the headboard. He rubbed lightly at the bite marks on her flesh left behind by the cuffs. His gentle caress had tears weeping from her eyes.

He murmured into her ear. “Touch me, Chloe. Feel me and know that I’m here with you.”

His whispered words were all she needed to hear.
Her hands fanatically roamed his body.
Tears leaked from her eyes as she
touched and explored him for what felt like the first time. In her mind it probably was. In reality it wasn’t,
if Randall was to be believed. And Chloe found herself believing in him. Her hands had undoubtedly touched him in so many ways they both would have lost count over the years. Now, here she was rediscovering his body and the pleasure he could only give her.
She watched as Randall knelt between her splayed legs and lifted her hips up to meet his demanding thrusts. There was more urgency in his movements now. She was close.
Oh, so close to going over. His thumb circling her clit, applying pressure here and there to the hard nub, had her twisting and moaning beneath him.

When he slammed his cock into her core once, then again, Chloe knew she wouldn’t be able to hold off her impending orgasm any longer. She needed him to give her permission to come. No sooner had she thought the words than Randall said them to her. She had never been more thankful to hear the words,
“Come now, Chloe. Come for me, little girl.” And come she did for him.
She practically bathed his cock with her juices when her orgasm rolled through her. She cried out his name as her body was pulled in every direction imaginable as her orgasm kept on going and going.

Squeezing her internal muscles of her pussy down on his cock, Chloe felt Randall lose his battle not to release deep inside of her. His hot essence poured deep into her wanting womb. The force of his release pushed her over into another orgasm. His warm seed slowly doused the scorching flames of her desire, leaving only small, simmering ambers in the aftermath of orgasmic heaven.

They were both spent long moments later. Chloe lay limp and thoroughly sated beneath him.
She couldn’t move even if he commanded it. Randall lifted his weight off of her so he wasn’t crushing her into the mattress. Not that she cared. She liked the feel of his weight on her. He was a perfect match for her body. She whimpered softly though when he slipped his softening cock free from her pussy. He made up for her slight displeasure by giving her a scorching, dominating kiss with his lips upon hers. When she came back down from his heady kiss, Chloe heard him murmur his praise against her swollen pink lips.
“You have pleased me a lot today, little girl.” She smiled brightly up at him
at hearing his words.

He gazed down at her like he wanted to devour her once again. Surely he couldn’t, could he?

His next spoken words had her eyes tearing up again just from hearing them. “You have never looked more beautiful, Chloe, than you do right now.” He tucked some damp locks of hair behind her ears before touching his lips to hers again.

She didn’t know what to say to him. No other man had ever told her she was beautiful to him. And here was he declaring to her that she was beautiful. He believed her to be beautiful.

Warm tears swam in her vision as she gifted him with a smile so warm and genuine, Chloe knew Randall would realise then the truth of his words had meant the world to her. Just like him being himself with her also meant the world to her, too.

Chapter Fourteen

He had to be dreaming. That was the only explanation Randall could think of when he thought he felt the warmth of a woman’s nude body pressing against his own. He reached out a hand to trace the length of a very real and very naked woman lying next to him. Chloe. Her name whispered through the morning haze of his sleepy mind. It hadn’t been a dream after all. She had actually lain with him in his bed. She had come to him.

Randall remembered then Chloe’s shocked reaction when he started to soap her body as they showered together last night. Her reaction had floored him at the time. With the warmth of the water falling around them and his hands in her hair washing it thoroughly, her tears had fallen freely from her eyes. At the time, he had wondered if anyone had ever cherished and loved Chloe the way he did. Going by the amount of tears she had shed last night in the shower and when he made love to her, he would have to say no.

He snuggled closer to her warmth. His morning arousal sat snugly against her bare bottom. Gliding his hand up and down her waist, Chloe sighed deeply in her sleep. He wanted her again. If he took her again this morning, he would have to go slow and be gentle with her. After hearing her wince in pain yesterday when he slipped his cock from her swollen, red pussy, Randall knew she would be sore this morning.

There was no escaping from the pleasure they both felt when he had taken her. The power of their combined passion had the strength to consume them both into an almost overwhelming and uncontrollable form of ecstasy. He had murmured words that probably made no sense to her at the time when he was in the throes of passion. Chloe had cried out his name at the top of her lungs when he unleashed his seed deep inside her core.

Feeling the little minx wriggle her bare ass against his cock now, letting him know she was awake and ready for him to pleasure her, Randall was more than happy to oblige her. He slipped his hand up her thigh to her waist to hold her still against him while he murmured into her ear. “Good morning, precious.”

His hand slid from her hip to delve between her legs to test out how wet and ready she was for him. More than ready, going by the slickness gathered around the entrance to her pussy. “Morning, Sir,” came her breathy reply as he worked two fingers briefly into her core.

Pulling his fingers free from her pussy, Randall licked them clean before lifting her leg up on top of his own. With the tip of his cock lined up at her slick entrance he fed her his cock an inch at a time, until he was buried balls deep inside of her.

He gave her time to adjust to his girth before sliding back out of her core gradually, only to then repeat the process just as slowly. This wasn’t going to be some quick, frantic fuck this morning. No, this time he planned on taking his time with her and setting up a leisurely pace. He planned on building up their pleasure, letting their orgasms creep up on them. Then he’d let them explode with such intensity it would leave them both sated and breathless.

His unhurried lovemaking was getting to her this morning, going by the way Chloe kept on clamping down on his cock. He nuzzled his face into her neck and murmured against her flushed skin. “You feel good around my cock this morning, precious, very good indeed.”

After hearing his words, Chloe’s whole body quivered beside him. The orgasm he had built from seemingly nowhere must have surprised her as she tensed up beside him. On the brink himself and knowing Chloe was less experienced at holding back her orgasms, Randall grunted out to her. “Come now, Chloe. Come for me, precious. Let me feel you.”