The Rules (6 page)

I’d forgotten he asked me not to call him sir. It triggered something in him, a wild abandon. I had trouble staying on my feet as he dragged me to the center of the rug and left me standing there, facing him while he resumed sitting on the coffee table, this time on the other side, still less than a foot away, still facing me.

“I want you to do something for me. Don’t think about it. Just do it. Don’t hesitate.”

“Okay.” No idea why I consented to that.

“Take off your panties.”

I hesitated. There was no way to avoid it. His request was as foreign to me as if he’d asked me to bark like a dog or flap my arms like a bird.

“Amelia, look at me.”

I met his gaze.

“Take off your panties, baby.” His voice was deep, hoarse, rough, penetrating, commanding. It pulled me like a magnet.

The wetness factor went up ten notches. I found myself doing as he instructed, reaching under my skirt and carefully sliding the beige lacy panties down my thighs, past my knees, and over each foot.

I was shaking as I righted myself. And that’s not all I was doing. I was also dripping with arousal. Thank God I’d chosen the safer beige bra that morning, because otherwise there would be no way to conceal my nipples from his view. I wasn’t entirely sure I was succeeding anyway. And I wasn’t about to look.

Cade reached out a hand.

Instinctively I knew what he wanted, and I set my wet panties in his palm. My face flushed so hot I thought I would die. I couldn’t stop myself from doing as he wanted.

“Good girl.” He brought them to his face, mortifying me further.

I looked away as he inhaled my scent and then stuffed my panties in his jeans pocket. “Submissive, baby. That’s what I mean.”

I nodded. I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but I was beginning to catch on.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are?”

I shook my head. Though obviously he thought I was the bomb.

“Amazing. Stunning. I’m going to take you places you’ve never known existed.”

I had no idea where he intended to take me, but I gathered he wasn’t talking about physical locations. He certainly had the money for vacations all over the world, but my instinct was sharp enough to know that wasn’t what we were discussing. Not by a long shot.

“Are you wet, baby?” His voice remained lower than earlier, soft, gentle, soothing. Addicting.

I bit my lip.

“My baby is very wet, aren’t you?”

That second question, like the first, didn’t require a response.

“Show me.”

I straightened my spine. It was one thing to take my panties off. Whatever he wanted me to do to “show” him was not registering.

“Press your fingers into your pussy, baby. Show me how wet you are for me.”

I gulped. I was afraid I would faint if I didn’t breathe more often. I stood there, not moving, my hands shaking again at my sides.

“Look at me, Amelia.”

I lifted my gaze to meet his.

“I’m going to be as gentle as I can with you. I know this is all new to you. But you have to trust me, baby, to handle you as I see fit. Okay?”

I nodded. Fool that I was. Slutty fool with no brain cells left to count.

“Press two fingers into your pussy and show them to me.”

I couldn’t stop myself from obeying his command. I lifted my skirt only as much as was needed to get my hand close to my sex, and then I stroked two fingers through my folds and brought them back out.

Cade leaned forward and grabbed my wrist before I could decide what to do next. Still sitting on the coffee table, he brought my fingers to his mouth and sucked them between his lips. He moaned around them.

But more importantly, I moaned also. I’d never seen, experienced, heard, or read about anything that sexy in my life.

As he continued to lick and suck both fingers together and then each individually, the wetness he’d mentioned increased. I was afraid it would drip down my thighs. I leaned toward him, drawn like a magnet. “Sir…”

He released my fingers, but not my wrist. “Now you’ve got it. If you want to call me Sir, I want it to sound the way you just said it.”

I had no idea what I had done differently, but I was ridiculously glad he was pleased. I pulled on my hand, but Cade held it firmly. He hauled me closer to his body until I stood right in front of him, his knees touching mine. It was a wonder I didn’t fall, considering the height of my heels and the way I was wobbling all over the rug.

Cade finally released my wrist and grabbed both my thighs with his hands. He didn’t set his fingers on top of my skirt, either. No. He smoothed them up from my knees and spread them on my bare skin. “Spread your legs wider, baby.”

I stepped out, presumably hypnotized by this Dom.

“Good girl.” His hands trailed up and down my outer thighs. “So obedient.” His thumbs dipped so close to my core, I wobbled. “Set your hands on my shoulders, baby.”

I grabbed his T-shirt with both hands, glad for anything to keep me balanced. My head swam with lust, and my body had no blood supply to keep upright because all of it was currently gathered between my legs.

Cade met my gaze, tipping his head back. “Eyes on me, baby. I’m going to make you come, and I want you to stand very still while I do it. Understood?”

A new surge of arousal rushed from my lower lips, this time leaking onto my thighs unavoidably. I had no voice. There was no way I could tell Mr. Alexander, Cade, that the extent of my sexual experience with men involved romance novels and the occasional tingling between my legs that accompanied a hot scene. Orgasms weren’t in my repertoire. And he was crazy if he thought he could pull off such a stunt with me standing in his living room.

In fact, my nerves were on high alert just thinking about disappointing him. He’d been so pleased up until now.

Cade grinned, perhaps knowingly, as he let his thumbs reach around my legs until they separated my lower lips.

The second the cool air in the room hit my exposed labia, my legs shook.

“Stand still, baby. Just watch my eyes and feel. Use your legs to hold you up.”

Not a chance in hell.

Cade released one of my thighs and reached between my legs. He nudged them farther apart, forcing me to step out again. His fingers danced at my wet lips, and then he stroked one finger through my folds.

I moaned. I couldn’t stop the noise from escaping my lips. “Cade…” My eyes rolled shut. Every nerve ending I never knew existed came to life around my sex.

“Oh, baby. That’s so fucking hot. So wet for me.” He dipped his finger in farther, gathering my wetness and spreading it around my lower lips.

When he dipped his finger inside me, my legs started shaking. I found myself doubting my thought that he couldn’t make me come.

“God, baby. So fucking tight. I’ve never felt a pussy this tight.” His other hand gripped my thigh firmer. I wasn’t sure if it was to steady me, or to control himself. In any case, the finger thrust into my channel and back out several times, and then without warning he brought it up to circle the bundle of nerves above my sex.

“My girl has a needy little clit, doesn’t she?”

God, I so hoped I wasn’t supposed to respond to that.

“Eyes back on mine, baby.”

I opened my eyes, embarrassed while at the same time so swept away by these intense feelings I almost didn’t care. I just wanted to experience whatever I was on the edge of experiencing. Damn the consequences.

“That’s my girl. Keep your eyes on mine. I want to watch your face when you come for me for the first time.”

My legs shook some more. My bra felt too tight. Nothing compared to the pressure building in my belly, though.

Cade’s finger flicked rapidly over my clit. He rubbed it harder, faster, with more pressure.

I was so close to the edge of sanity that I rose up on my tiptoes.

A smile grew on Cade’s face as he teased me. It felt fucking fantastic. And I needed more. Cade spoke two words at the same time his thumb pressed into my clit and held steady, “Come, baby.”

I did. The elusive orgasm I’d heard so much about spread through my body and out my limbs. I moaned loudly. My clit pulsed at his thumb. It seemed as though my channel gripped in a rhythmic fashion at nothing, as though pleading with me for more.

I slumped against Cade, holding his shoulders firmly as the orgasm subsided. My breaths were more like gasps, as though there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room. I was so spent, my legs stopped functioning altogether.

Cade swept me into his arms, his hand still under my bare ass, and carried me through the room and down a dimly lit hall. He kicked a door open and proceeded into another room.

I leaned my head on his shoulder, unable to hold it up any longer.

Before I knew what was happening, I found myself lying on a bed, the covers pushed back. I would have protested if I had control over my voice box. But I was too sated to care about much else. My eyes drooped.

Cade reached for the buttons on the front of my blouse and undid them, slowly working his way down. I reached to stop him, but he set my hand gently aside and gave me a firm look. I watched him while he spread the silk of my white blouse to the sides and slid my arms free. Next he rolled me to one side and popped my bra, freeing me of that also.

The exposure unnerved me completely. The way he manhandled me should have made me furious. All I knew instead was the caring way he arranged me, wondering how I was going to be able to have sex now after the way that orgasm had left me replete. I assumed I would manage somehow.

Cade unzipped my skirt, and I was able to lift my hips enough for him to slide the material down my legs and over my feet. He bent to my shoes next, unbuckling the straps and slipping them off. Oddly, I felt more naked without my shoes than any other part of my clothing. I shivered beneath his gaze as he stared down at me.

No one had ever seen me naked. No one romantically, at least. I reached to cover my breasts in a sudden rush of embarrassment.

Cade grabbed my wrists and set them at my sides. He stroked his fingertips over my nipples until I arched into his touch and moaned. And then he quickly grabbed the comforter and tugged it over my body. He shocked me by tucking me in. My entire body was on fire. Every bit of the soft bedding rubbed against my skin, bringing it to life.

Cade leaned over and gently kissed my lips. It was the first time he’d kissed me, and it didn’t escape my realization that he’d made me come before doing so. “Rest, baby. I wore you out.”

Rest? He wanted me to nap?

He smiled. “I know you’re still needy, but I’ve laid a lot on your plate today. I want you to rest.”

“’K.” I squirmed and then moaned again.

“Amelia.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He smiled. “Oh, God I do so love the way you say that.” His face turned more serious. “Do not touch yourself. Understood?”

I nodded. The thought hadn’t entered my mind until he said it. Now it seemed like the finest idea on the planet.

“Amelia.” He moaned. “You’re going to be the death of me. Do. Not. Touch. Yourself. That pussy is mine. Mine alone. You will
not
orgasm without my permission. Are we clear?”

I nodded, my breath caught in my lungs, perhaps permanently. I wasn’t sure I even could resume breathing.

“Good girl. Rest.” He kissed my forehead this time. And then he padded from the room, shutting off the light and leaving me in near darkness.

The air whooshed from my lungs. I didn’t move a muscle for fear the abrasion of the sheets would make me break his rules.

His rules.

I’m in so much trouble.
That was the last thought that filtered through my mind as I let myself do as I was told. Sleep.

Chapter Four

I woke up startled and confused, bolting to a sitting position as I glanced around the dimly lit room, trying to remember where I was.

When it hit me, so did a draft of cool air against my chest. I glanced down to see my naked breasts and then moaned in humiliation.

Cade Alexander.

Ugh
.

The man had not only given me my first orgasm, but he then stripped me like a child and tucked me into bed. Another quick glance around the room assured me this was not his bed in his room. At least he’d spared me that dignity.

Also, judging from the light filtering in around the blinds, it wasn’t night. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep, minutes or hours. But I was rested.

My purse was somewhere in or around the kitchen. My phone was in my purse. And my clothes… A glance around the room provided me with nothing. I eased out of the bed, hesitating a few seconds to make sure I had my feet solidly beneath me.

This had to be a guest room. It wasn’t masculine enough to be Cade’s. It was too small compared to the rest of his opulence. And the furnishings were sparse.

I tiptoed around the space, hyperaware of my nudity. Not a stitch of my clothing or my shoes could be found.

Fuck
.

A quick trip to the adjoining bathroom also proved futile. My clothes were nowhere in sight.

Great. Now what?

I could hear faint music coming under the door.

I decided the best course of action would be to yank the sheet from the bed and make my way to the living room toga-style in search of Cade. I prayed no one else was in the house.

As soon as I padded into the great room, I saw him. He slouched down on the couch surrounded by papers, several of which were in his hands. He had a pen stuck above his ear. His laptop sat open to a spreadsheet on the coffee table.

I took several moments to ogle him from behind. It annoyed me how sexy he was. He wore the same T-shirt as earlier, and I suspected when I stepped in front of him I would have to bite back a rush of renewed arousal when I saw his jeans.

I padded closer.

Cade had eyes in the back of his head, of course. A sixth sense. He spun his head around to face me, his smile lighting up the room. “Hey, baby. How was your nap?” He set his papers aside. No, he did more than that. He gathered them all up from around him and stacked them on the coffee table next to the computer. “Come here.”