Page 19 of At Her Pleasure

She moved into the aisle in front of the table so he could come in behind her. A shadowed area in the back had a sizeable bed, with storage areas above and below it.

He pulled the door shut behind him and twisted the latch. Her instincts kicked in and she spun, but the area was cramped and he knew the layout. She could fight in unfamiliar terrain, but he was too damn fast.

Plus, the sparring at Roughnecks, her preferred MMA gym, stayed too much on the civilized side these days. Knowing he was going to push them both past that had her adrenaline surging.

Déjà vu. In a blink he’d hooked her foot, taking her down to her stomach, and had one arm pulled up behind her back at a breakable angle, if she struggled too much.

“Figured you would have learned to counter that move,” he noted, his voice a menacing purr.

“I thought I’d toss you a bone before I make you eat your teeth.”

He grunted on a laugh, but when she tried to throw the hold, he didn’t ease off. Pain sang through her shoulder. Would he release her if she pushed it, risking dislocation or a break? She didn’t know which answer she preferred.

Yeah, this was going to get fucked up.

Energy was building between them, to as yet unknown proportions. “Tell me a safeword,” he said. “Though I don’t really give a shit.”

“How about ‘fuck you’?”

“Only if it means that’s what you want to do next. Safeword?” He pushed, sending another shot of pain through her. She bared her teeth.

“I don’t safeword, because I don’t submit.”

She raised her hips to grind her ass against his bent thigh and the part of his groin she could reach. She was wet clear through her panties, her nipples stiff against the friction of the floor.

She hadn’t let herself come with Sy because some part of her knew she’d been waiting for this. She planned to keep waiting, letting it build. Deny them both until she was ready, because she had theories about Mick she was eager to test.

“That’s as close as you’ll get to my ass tonight without losing your dick,” she told him. She tried another move to break his hold, but he shifted with her, countering.

“Don’t bet on it.” He’d eased the arm to a more comfortable position, but before she could take advantage of it, he’d produced handcuffs. He slapped one on her wrist and clicked the other end around the pole support for the adjustable table. “You try to mess up my stuff, I’ll come back here and hog tie you. Sit tight until I get you where we’re going. No woods, Mistress, but no one else will be around.”

He had his thigh against the base of her ass, his knee pressed between her legs, a hand on her back. He moved his other hand into her hair, curling in tight. When he bent down, she snapped at him, but he stayed out of range. Her neck pulse was a rapid drumbeat, her limbs quivering.

“Get your ass behind the wheel and get us there,” she told him.

He put his face to her hair and drew in a deep breath. His hand tightened on her scalp, delivering real pain and the threat of pulling out some hair, but she was tuned in to the nuances. It was part of what made being a Domme her drug of choice. Men expressed themselves physically, and the more they felt, the more their power and strength bled into it. The challenge was determining what was going through their minds, their cocks and elsewhere.

In that act, he was telling her something undeniable.

I’ve missed you so goddamn much. Dreamed of you.

Nothing back then had suggested a future where they moved forward together. Having them cross paths like this was exactly as it was supposed to happen. It gave it power and promise, and the two of them permission to embrace it however the hell they wanted to do so.

He shoved himself up and kicked her right leg out wider. He pinned the left to keep from getting his face mauled by the heel of her boot, and zip-tied the right ankle to the support leg of the narrow couch on the other side of the aisle. Now she couldn’t push herself up or roll over.

“Didn’t trust me not to mess up your shit?”

“I have a Precious Moments collection to keep safe.”

He withdrew her phone from his pocket. As she watched, he started to power it off.

“Before you do that, can you text my friend Vera? Tell her I’ve been kidnapped by the psycho party planner in a motorhome he stole from a Criminal Minds set.”

“I’ll do that, first chance I get.” He pocketed the phone again. “Comfy down there where I walk and wipe my feet?”

“Suck my dick.” She lifted her hips as if offering.

His teeth flashed. “Good Demi quote.”