Free Riding the Storm by Candace Blevins

as if he needed her to finish his sentence,
and Kendra realized he didn’t want to order her into it. He wanted her to take
them the rest of the way, and she trusted him all the more for it because she
knew it was his way of solidifying the consensual side, so there could be no
doubt they were both ready. And though she was terrified, she wanted this man
to take her, to fill her. “Yes, I know. It’s time. I feel it, too.”
    He kissed her cheek, his lips a caress, and his blue eyes
held her with a solemn intensity, trapping her as if he were the
vampire, holding her in his gaze. “I’ll stay with the normal stuff since we
haven’t talked about limits, but if I accidentally hit on one of your hard
limits I need you to tell me. Later, there’ll sometimes be restrictions on your
speech, but tonight you can talk as much as you want, as long as you include a Sir somewhere every time you speak. Understand?”
    She nodded.
    “No, Kendra.” He cradled her cheek as he held her gaze. “I
need you to answer me verbally.”
    Damn, she was trying to hold off on calling him Sir as long
as possible, but he obviously wasn’t going to let her get away with it. She
took a breath, hesitated, and said, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
    “Take the blouse and your bra off and hand them to me,
please. Leave the t-shirt on.”
    He put her shirt under the seat cushion, and her bra in his
pocket, and then casually caressed her left breast through the softness of her
thin shirt, circling the nipple before lightly pinching it. Not enough to hurt,
just enough to show he could.
    Kendra drew on every ounce of her willpower to keep her
hands in place. When he moved to her right breast, her hands actually lifted a
few inches, a reflex action to stop him, but she quickly put them back down,
and slid them under her legs.
    “I can see how hard this is for you, and you wouldn’t
believe how much it’s turning me on. Is it turning you on, Kendra?”
    “Yes... yes, Sir.”
    He smiled and handed her blouse back to her. “Put this back
on so you don’t get cold. We’re going back to the yacht, now.”
    When they pulled in he told her to fly back up to the
walkway, and then he fiddled with a bunch of ropes, climbed up, and flipped a
switch that brought the little boat back up into its cradle. Taking her by the
hand, he walked her downstairs to his bedroom.
    He put a finger under her chin, lifted it until she was
looking him in the eyes, and said, “I’m going upstairs to get a few things.
While I’m gone I’d like you to remove your clothes. When I return, I expect to
see you standing beside the bed with your hands behind your back and your head
lowered, and you’ll remain in position until I give you permission to look up.
Do you understand these instructions?”
    She wanted to look down, look away, and it took effort to
hold his gaze as she said, “Yes, Sir.”
    Kendra undressed, folded her clothes neatly and put them on
the small sofa by the door, and then walked back to the bed to stand beside it.
When she heard his footsteps on the stairs, she put her hands behind her back
and looked down.
    “Beautiful, Kendra. You are stunningly beautiful.”
    Nudity normally didn’t faze her, but today, she felt exposed
and vulnerable. And yet, this felt right, exposed before this strong, powerful
man so full of vitality.
    Eric walked to the foot of the bed and threw something on
it, and while she desperately wanted to look, she kept her head down.
    “You may look up now, Kendra.”
    Damn, looking up was harder than she’d thought it’d be.
Having her naked and him fully clothed forced her to acknowledge she’d handed
power over to him, and while she’d done it voluntarily and wanted to be here,
she was still fighting herself — other than Abbott’s control over her,
which he rarely pushed, she’d been in control of her own choices, her own willpower ,
for a millennia.
    She looked up and into his eyes, and knew she had the gaze
of a submissive.