Chapter 8
Garrett
I don’t know why I didn’t just let Mia walk away. Ok, so I know why. I want her with a fierce intensity that I have never wanted any other woman with. I don’t know why I am pushing her to submit though. Usually, that is something that I work into my relationships. Most women freak out the minute you say the word submission. They think it means they’re going to be beaten or raped or hurt. I would never hurt a woman, but I would tie one up, pleasure her until she begs me to stop, and then make her beg me to keep going.
Mia, though… God, there is something about her that makes my inner dominate just roar with a desire to see her give herself to me. I can see her beneath me, on top of me, kneeling before me, tied with arms over her head asking for more. Deliberately, I draw in a breath. She wants to, but I can see in her eyes the war inside her head. Gently and slowly, I’ll coax her out and make her feel safe. Then, I’ll show her how to let it all go.
I slide my hands up her arms and feel her trembling under my feather-light touch. I close my teeth ever so slightly right where her shoulder and neck join. Her breath goes out in a whoosh and then she pulls in a shuddering inhale. I am rock hard, though I know I am a long, long way from my release. She is so sexy with her responsive body and resistant mind. She’ll give me both before it is all said and done.
I let her go and walk around her, heading upstairs. “Come with me. We need to talk,” I say without looking back. I know she will follow.
In the living room, I stand and gesture to the couch for her to sit. She squares her shoulders and folds her arms across her chest. “I’ll stand, thanks.” I can see her hard nipples through the fabric of her dress. I watch her take in my erection clearly visible in my jeans and then drag her eyes back up to mine. She has no idea how to process this so she is hanging onto the one thing she thinks she can control- herself.
I sit on one end of the couch and say, “Mia, sit down.”
This time, she sits. She’s on the very edge of the couch, feet underneath her ready to run. My voice is soft, just above a whisper. “First, Mia, and most important, you are free to go at any time. I will never hold you if you want to go.” She is staring at her hands in her lap. “Look at me,” I snap with an edge in my voice. Her eyes immediately find mine and hold them. “Better,” I praise going back to my soft, quiet voice. “Second, I will not hurt you. I don’t get off on pain. If you do, tell me now, and we’ll call it an evening.” I wait and she shakes her head, keeping her eyes glued to mine. “Third, you are in control here. Nothing, not one single thing, will ever happen that you don’t want. There is never retaliation or punishment.” I sit for a minute, studying her face as she keeps her eyes on mine. Finally, I see her swallow and take a deep breath.
“I’ve never done this before. I don’t know why I am doing it now.”
I let her gaze go and give her some space. I don’t say anything. She has to take the next step all on her own. She will either come to me or she will leave. I try not to think about how badly I want her. If I do, I might be on top of her, pinning her to the couch and breaking all of my promises.
It feels like hours before she stands moves to face me. Slowly, she gets down on her knees so her face is close to mine. I have a hundred images of what I want her to be doing in that position. She reaches out and traces her fingers lightly down my face and brushes a soft kiss across my lips. “I want you, Garrett. Can’t we just let it play out without all this submission stuff?”
I gently trace her hairline and cup her face. My thumb comes across her lip, and she catches it in her teeth. “Yes, if you like. You’re in control, remember,” she sucks my thumb into her mouth. I feel her tongue sliding along it, and I can only imagine what her tongue would feel like sliding down my cock. “Mia, there is so much pleasure waiting for you.” I pull my thumb from her mouth and kiss her, gently tracing her lips with my tongue before pulling away. “You work so hard at everything. For once, let someone else take the wheel.”
That brings her up short. She rocks back on her heels and looks up at me with wide eyes. I had hit the nail on the head with my hunch. Mia works so hard to put up a ‘tough, in control, handle anything’ façade. I am sure her friends think she is a rock, a pillar of strength. Today, at the garage, when she looked at me with that mascara stained face and daring me to say something, I knew that she is far more fragile than she lets on. She needs a shelter where she can let down her guard. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Mia looks up at me with eyes that make my heart squeeze and my dick go rock hard. I know she has decided. “Show me.”