Leading Lady

Part 19: Taken

WORTH IT I SWEAR!

I waited for her. It was crazy. I was crazy-crazy about her, crazy to get her trust. "I don't know about you, but I want to kiss you and not stop, caress you and not stop. I don't want to stop."

Her eyes glistened. "I don't know what to say."

"Eventually—" Tonight, I amended silently. "the tables will turn, but who says the first time has to be me in control?" I untied her robe, and gently pushed it off her shoulders. She was wearing a bra and underwear. I put on one of the cuffs, tightening the velcro. I rubbed her nose with my own, and whispered, "Kit?"

"What?" She was breathing harder.

"Kiss me," I hissed, my lips a breath away from hers, then pleaded, "Kiss me."

She stretched up and nibbled my lips again as she'd done before. I wanted to crush her to me, taste the insides of her mouth, feel her, but I held back. I got my first inkling of how difficult this could be, how contrary, and found my insides tightening for control. Finally, she pulled my head down for a deeper kiss and I sighed. Okay, this was going to happen, oh, let it happen...!

I sank to my knees, and hugged her around her hips. Her hands caressed my scalp. I couldn't help but kiss her thighs, and then I turned my head and nuzzled her in the one place I really hadn't had, not the way I needed, not the way I wanted. She gasped softly, and I stilled. Was that too much? I sat back and looked up at her. She squatted down slowly, purposely sliding down my body to kiss my nose, then straddled my thighs. I held her in place gently, just trying to get into the kiss, let her remain in control, but I didn't know how long I'd last this way. I didn't realize how much of a dominant I was. I was shaking. If I'd had it my way, I'd have her sprawled on the floor naked and moaning by now. I swallowed hard. I raised my cuffed hand, holding the other cuff in it, begging her. "Please?"

She stood up slowly and took it. Relief coursed through me. My eyes hadn't left hers. I was so hard it almost hurt. Her look wasn't what I thought it would be. She wasn't smug. She wasn't confident and dominating. Her eyes were stormy yet soft with emotion.

"Should I crawl--"

"No." Her voice was soft and raspy as she shook her head. "No."

I got to my feet, watching her intently. I followed her to the bed, crawling after her onto it. I sat in the middle of it, and laid back. "Kit?"

She took the cuff and ran the chain through the bedposts over my head and took my other hand. "Are you sure about this?" God, she moved like she knew what she was doing.

I nodded yes, and she closed the cuff around my other wrist. My eyes misted. I was completely restrained, under her command, and I felt that wave of relief yet again, pooling painfully in my groin. God I want this! I looked up at her and waited. Is this how women feel-helpless because they're not as strong, anxious because they want it so strongly, yet hopeful to be taken so the uncertainty melts away? Torture. She started kissing my forearms, alternating tracing my veins with her tongue. It gave me the welcome sight of her body over me on all fours.

"Not too tight?" she rasped.

"No," I groaned as she kissed my forehead, my eyes, my nose. We locked eyes again. "Don't stop. Don't--" I was cut off by her kiss. She immediately began sucking my tongue, like that first kiss in San Diego, and I moaned softly, responding in kind and then pulling back slightly to gently bite her lip to entice more. Her hips finally straddled mine and began to move as she licked my ear, sometimes nipping the lobe, and I wanted to raked her back. I wanted to mold her hips into mine so she could feel what she was doing to me. I strained against the cuffs, hoping she'd realize how much I wanted to touch her.