She grimaced a little. “Sorry. I wasn’t really thinking I’d be showing off the undies today.”
“Chelsea, love, those are about a size too big and the waistband is coming off.” It was so unsexy and yet he found it more charming than the woman who had shipped herself to him wearing nothing but a pair of Louboutins and a cream-colored La Perla thong. He wasn’t about to have Chelsea escorted out the way he had that one.
She frowned. “I hadn’t done laundry. The asshole assassins didn’t give a crap that I’d just gotten back from Europe. Though you should know I don’t have a lot of pretty things. I don’t really need them.”
“No, you don’t.”
She smiled. “Good. I like to be comfortable.”
“No, love. Again, you didn’t read the contract. No panties at all for you. That should be deeply comfortable and you don’t have to worry about laundering them.” He loved the fact that she was now standing with him mostly naked and she’d obviously forgotten to be self-conscious. All he had to do was piss her off, and he was very good at doing that.
“You can’t take my panties.” Her hand went down as though to protect that wretched piece of fabric.
“I can make you give them to me.”
She shook her head but there had been no way to miss the way she shuddered. It wasn’t in distaste. “I don’t think so, Weston.”
“Ah, a challenge. I like a challenge.” Ever so slowly, so there was no way for her to be startled by the move, he reached out and cupped her breasts again. They were small but beautifully formed, and fit perfectly in his hands. Her nipples peaked again, elongating, and he couldn’t help but fall to his knees in front of her. “I’ll get them off you. I swear it, and you’ll be the one to hand them over to me because you’re in control. You know that, right?”
Her voice came out in a breathy puff. “I’ve heard the whole Dom speech. The sub is always in control. Yeah, sure.”
He kissed her nipple. She would look so gorgeous in clamps. He really had to rethink his go bag. It contained burner phones, cash, alternate identification but no nipple clamps, and that seemed like a mistake. Of course he should always have a pair of clamps for her pretty tits. “You’re in control, Chelsea. And all you have to say tonight is no. One no and I’ll stop and we’ll sleep. I won’t ever force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Except not wear proper underwear.”
“I want access to my sub’s pussy.” He could smell her arousal. That sweet, spicy feminine scent hit his nose and it smelled a little like victory.
Her fingers sank into his hair, holding him to her breast, though he had no intention of leaving it. “I thought I wasn’t getting any of that.”
He circled her nipple with his tongue, palming the other breast. “Any cock? No. Not until I have what I want. I have standards, too, you know.”
“Yes, I can plainly see that. It must have been hard to turn down all those women who used to throw themselves at you.”
He tipped his face up to look at her. “It wasn’t hard, because they didn’t really want me. They wanted money or to be in the tabloids or access to my brother. It was easy to turn them away.”
Her expression softened and she smoothed back his hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to sound so…I don’t judge. I didn’t realize. It sounds like a fabulous life, but if no one really sees you, I guess that would kind of suck.”
Ah, the wisdom of Chelsea Dennis. And yet she’d hit the nail on the head. “I need you to see me, Chelsea. I want to see you. We have a lot in common.”
She sighed a little. “No, we don’t, but I don’t really care anymore.”
She was wrong, but he didn’t want to waste time schooling her. It was past late and they had to move in a few hours. And he really wanted to get those nasty knickers off her.
He tongued her nipples, moving back and forth, giving her stronger suction with each pass. She could handle a good deal of pain, but she’d only ever been worked over in a clinical fashion. The Doms she’d worked with—he wouldn’t use the word play—had used floggers to take her to subspace. There was never the promise of anything sexual for Chelsea. She seemed to use BDSM as an alternative to pain medication when her legs hurt. He wanted to show her it could be so much more. He licked her nipple and then gave her a little bite.
She gasped, but her hands tugged at his hair to draw him in, not pull him off. That was where he wanted her to go.
He continued the nipple play even as he let his hands move lower to cup her ass. That was a gorgeous backside. Full and round, he dreamed of spanking her, of getting her pink and hot and ready to fuck.
He pulled away and was rewarded with a little moan that sounded like disappointment. “Lie down on the bed. I checked it. It seems clean. The sheets smell like fabric softener. On your belly.”
Her eyes flared. “What?”
He softened his tone. “I want to touch you. I want to inspect you. Have I done anything that brought you pain?”
She shook her head.
“Then obey me. If you don’t like it, you can tell me to stop.”
She turned away from him and crawled on top of the bed, giving him a delicious view of her backside.
And her legs.
“God, you’ve got a beautiful arse.”
“I don’t know how you can think that word is sexy.” At least she was giggling.
He put a hand on her back, loving the silky feel of her skin. “I should be more American? Ass is sexier? I go back and forth. I can use whichever you prefer. I’ve spent enough time in the States to use the lingo.”
It bothered his parents that he sounded so very American much of the time. He was self-aware enough to know he’d likely done it to annoy them. And to feel closer to his cousins.
“It’s not about the word. I don’t know that a bottom is sexy at all, Simon. I mean, we sit on it. Sure Charlotte always talks about how hot Ian’s is, but Ian is a giant walking ass so I guess if she didn’t like them she wouldn’t have married one.”
She had the most sarcastic view of the world. “Do you know what I’ll do to your…ass?”
“Spank it?” The question had a little tremble to it.
He let his hand run down to the small of her back. “That and so much more. I’ll play with it. I’ll rim your little hole with my fingers to make sure you can one day take my cock there.”