Soul Keeper (6 page)
Morgan stifled a gasp, and Dion laughed, loud and hearty, quelling the momentary flare of panic his words had caused inside her. She shoved the thought of peeping Toms from her mind and breathed deeply, willing herself to take command. Without the tools of her trade giving her confidence, though, she floundered, hands by her sides.
“I’ll need to go down and get—”
“I told you,” he leaned in and whispered beside her mouth, “I’ve brought some things…in the basket.” He kissed her lower lip.
Startled, she jumped back and a high-pitched “Oh!” escaped. Dion had never crossed the line before, had never kissed her.
Does that mean…?
“Right,” she said on a ragged sigh, heart skipping a beat, legs lust-addled. “Let’s have a look insi—”
“I rather thought we would reverse roles tonight. I want to take charge.” A dimple formed on either side of his mouth with his smile and he laughed again, his head thrown back.
Unaccustomed to such behavior from her clients, Morgan blinked and assessed the situation. Could she allow herself one night of freedom? She trusted him, there was no doubt about that—she’d known him a long time—but did she have the courage to go wherever he wanted to take her?
I do, but what if…what if I get even more attached?
She sighed and, mind made up, allowed him free rein.
“This will be…interesting,” she said and rested her ass on the guardrail.
“It will. Especially once the anchor is pulled up and we sail elsewhere.” He smiled.
She widened her eyes. “What? Where are we going?”
Does it really matter?
“On a little sea voyage, my lady.”
* * * *
Dion steered The Magenta Starling west toward the farthest tip of mainland that jutted out into the sea. Morgan leaned against a sideboard in the small wheel house and gazed out into the night. Moonlight shone on the black waves, creating silver tips on each ocean crest. Dion set their course then turned to her.
“Are you comfortable with this?” He reached inside the basket and produced two wine glasses and a bottle of red.
Morgan inclined her head and noted his square-ended fingers. A shiver of delight wended up her spine. “Yes and no. I don’t usually entertain men socially.”
He uncorked the wine then set it on the sideboard next to her. “No, I am aware of that. You service your clients—no sex included—and lead a solitary life.” He dipped his hand inside the basket again to bring out a French baguette, a small tray of pâté and a butter knife. He broke the bread in half and dug his thumbs into the crust to open each piece. Spreading the pâté on the bread, he asked, “Do you get lonely?”
Heat crept up her neck and into her cheeks, and she batted away the sudden sting of tears caused by the concern in his voice. “Sometimes, yes, although it’s my choice to live this way. I earn good money, provide a service and don’t have the hassles of a relationship.”
He stopped spreading and for a moment looked into her eyes. His dark irises seemed to penetrate into the deepest recesses of her mind, and calmness stole over her. She wanted to tell him everything. Self-consciousness vanished and she relaxed her shoulders, her limbs loose and pliant.
Dion resumed making their snack. “Would you like a relationship? I understand what you have said, but surely—”
“I would, yes, very much,” she blurted. “Only, the person I’d like one with isn’t interested in me. Not in that way.”
He handed her half of the piece of bread. “Ah. That is a shame.”
She bit into the crust and chewed.
Dion poured wine then passed her a glass. He leaned close to her and his heat warmed her through her dress. Her knees weakened and she swallowed.
“Enjoy,” he whispered, his breath tickling her mouth.
Appetite for food gone, she dropped it on the sideboard. Dion pressed into her, his erection a delicious hardness on her thigh. The glass shook in her hand and Morgan’s breath hitched.
“I…will,” she said, her voice and lips quivering.
He stepped back and sipped his wine, eyeing her over the rim of the glass. “What do you do for pleasure?”
His question startled her, and it took a second or two for her to form a reply.
“I…read. Watch movies. The usual.” She gulped a mouthful of wine, damning her lack of self-control. What had he done to her? “I’m lonely. I get bored.” The words had tumbled from her lips before she’d had time to stop them.
“I know,” he said and set his glass on the sideboard.
He held out his hand, palm upward, and she twined her fingers with his. They looked at one another for what seemed the longest time, and scenes played out in his eyes as though she watched them on a screen. How was that possible, for her to see things in his eyes? Their previous appointments, Morgan’s fantasies, her spanking him—they all flickered there. Her cheeks heated another degree and she blinked.
What the hell?
“You saw images in my eyes?” he asked.
She nodded. Dion cupped her cheek with his free hand and moved closer. He licked her bottom lip and a swirl of desire uncoiled, bursting from her clit straight to her core. Her breaths, uneven now, matched the staccato pulse in her neck. She dashed her tongue out to meet his, and their kiss sent her emotions spiraling. Morgan had wanted this for so long but had never believed it would happen.
He reared back a little and looked into her eyes again.
“Did you really?” he asked.
She nodded again, a slight movement, and held her breath. Her head lightened and her heart thrummed painfully. Morgan exhaled and shifted from foot to foot.
His eyes… What happened was so weird. Too weird. And even though it should be freaky and I shouldn’t be contemplating being with him, I can’t seem to stop myself. God, I want him. Even after seeing things in his eyes and knowing that’s weird, that it can’t be possible, I still want him.
“Good,” he said. Pulling away, he moved to stand at the wheel. Staring ahead out of the window, he grinned.
About the Author
Natalie Dae writes mainly BDSM erotica. She loves a Dom/sub relationship and is fascinated by how it all works. The trust issue is the best thing about it for her, so creating characters who have to adopt trust is one of her priorities. “Watching my characters bloom under tuition is such a treat,” she says. “I find it such a privilege to be able to write about something that makes me learn something new with every book.”
She lives with her husband and children in an English village and spends her spare time reading—always reading!—and her phone, complete with Kindle app, is never far away. “I can't imagine not reading or writing,” she says. “It's a part of who I am. Without it I'd be more than a bit lost.”
Natalie has many more BDSM tales swimming around in her head, so her workload for the future is very full. “What better way to spend a weekend than writing?” she says. “Saturdays are my main writing days, so I get up, open up a work in progress and rarely leave the desk. Unless I really have to!”
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