Master for Tonight by Elaine Barris Read Free Book Online Page B

control from
her. He’d push her to take the pleasure he would give and not allow
her to deny it. By assuming control, her lover would erase all her
questioning thoughts. He would communicate with her, guide her, and
please them both in the process. Although, tying her to a bed and
having his carnal way with her held a charm all its own.
    Yes, he intended to have her that night, and
he may have even influenced her, if it came down to it, but the
thought really turned his stomach. It was acceptance, yes, but not
truly. It was at least mental rape, if not physical. He wanted to
interact with Kate, talk to her once he got her to the right mental
space, read the signs her body would give to him, and know the
pleasure he gave her was real and because of him alone. He started
to regret the whole approach he had taken with Kate. He never
wanted her to be afraid of him.
    “No, I’m not afraid of you, but I still wish
you would tell me your name. Tell me anything about you, really.”
Her eyes sought his out and darted from one to the other.
    “Later. We will discuss it all later, okay?”
He suddenly meant it. Avoiding her eyes, he kissed the top of her
head, dismissing her request for the moment. He pulled the blanket
away from her body, revealing her nakedness to him again. “Right
now, I want you to come sit on my lap as you did before.” His voice
was touched with melancholy.
    Straightaway, Kate climbed onto his lap,
facing him, with her knees on either side of his thighs. The memory
of the first time she had been in that position was one of both
desperate fear, mixed with desperate longing. At that point, there
was just expectation. She knew with certainty, he wasn’t going to
hurt her. He knew her more intimately than any man before. He
hadn’t given a derisive look at her body or any indication she was
anything other than beautiful to him. She knew it wouldn’t last
longer than one night. He had said so. She couldn’t think about it
without going off a ledge. Right then, she wanted him to take her
body and wring her very soul from it.
    Tenderly, he touched her breast as he pulled
her towards him to feast on her mouth again. Sighing, she leaned in
to him, giving herself over. Where prior kisses were brutally
wonderful, these were soft, yearning, like gentle caresses while
making love. They chased each other’s tongues, mouths separating
for a breath, and returning to meld into each other again. Nothing
was rushed or hurried. His hands went up her back and gripped her
tightly to him, his mouth on hers was soft, as his body caged her
to him. She melted further into his hold and pulled him just as
close. He broke the kiss, pulling her up to face him, but not
before she felt the tremor race through his body.
    “I need to be inside you, Kate.”
    “Yes, we do need you inside me,” Kate
whispered and stood, holding her hand out to him. “I’d like to be
in my bed for this, please.”
    Standing silently, he took her hand and let
her lead him up the stairs to her bedroom. So much had changed
since the night had begun. Stairs creaked as they went up, and Kate
glanced back, beaming a grin at him. He pulled her back to him in a
scorching kiss, then turned her around, smacking her bare ass,
quickening her climb as she rubbed her reddened cheek,
giggling.
    Entering her bedroom, Kate released his hand
and crossed to click on a lamp at the bedside. The light was dim,
the brightness of the incandescent bulb lessened by the heavy
material and inky colors of the lamp shade. She tossed the
decorative pillows into the chaise in the corner, turned down the
linens, and lit a red Jasmin and Ylang-Ylang scented candle.
    “Ambiance.” She looked over at him and
shrugged her shoulders.
    Leaning against the door jamb, Julian gazed
at her with hooded eyes and did not respond.
    “You can come in, you know.” She forced a
bit of an anxious smile.
    He still didn’t move from where he stood,
and he had a strange look in his eyes. Ignoring