Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

When she didn’t reply, I hooked my finger through the baby blue collar with tiny stars resting innocently on my bed. “Do you think this particular incredible cat would be interested in a game or two?”

She sucked in a breath. “Depends what sort of game.”

I twirled the collar on my finger.

Her eyes tracked its every whirl.

“I dunno. Depends if she wants to be the one in control or the one out of it.” I locked gazes with her, fisting the collar. “I’m still trying to suss out her particular tastes in that department.”

Vesper didn’t move. She barely even breathed. But it wasn’t from panic. Her nipples pinpricked her black blouse and her slack-clad thighs squeezed together.

“You see, it could go either way,” I murmured. Reaching once again into the bag, I pulled out a large black collar with no embellishment at all.

Without looking away, I reached behind my head and tore off my t-shirt, not caring it mussed up my hair. Tossing it to the floor, I ever so slowly wrapped the leather around my throat.

With suddenly shaky fingers, I buckled the collar and slid to my knees before her. “Last time we were together, this beautiful cat allowed me to throw her down and mount her. She loved when I thrust into her from behind. She begged for more.”

Vesper licked her lips, her eyes glossing with lust.

“She gave up complete control and I think it’s safe to say she liked it.” Sitting higher on my knees, I reached into the bag beside her and pulled out a matching black leash. Attaching the hook to the D ring by my Adams apple, I held the leash out to her. “However, I also have a sneaking suspicion she likes to rule, too. Evidenced by the military precision she runs her business with and the incessant—and if I’m honest—slightly annoying need not to rely on anyone but herself.”

Vesper’s fingers slowly lashed around the black leash, accepting my gift of utter submission.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is playing.

It was about pushing boundaries, exploring freedom, and not letting right or wrong ruin such a delicious thing.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly took a step toward me, her gaze landing on the collar around my throat and my naked chest. “Is that what you want?”

“I want what you want.”

My cock hardened as indecision switched to interest.

“And what if I want you to be in charge?”

“Then I’d be in charge.”

“And if I find you incredibly sexy on your knees?”

“Then I remain on my knees.”

She shuddered. “Oh my God, Ry…I don’t—what are you doing to me?”

I groaned, loving the cloak of goosebumps she made me wear. “Whenever you call me Ry, I get chills.” Rubbing my arm, I held it up. “See? That’s what you’re doing to me. I’m so fucking hard, Ves. The unknown is driving me mad. Either give me a command or I’ll give you one. But I need to touch you soon.”

The room filled with spine-tingling desire. My balls never felt so heavy. My cock so damn ready to spring from my jeans and take this woman.

As much as I begged to collar her and have her spread-eagled on the bed, I wanted tonight to be hers. I needed her to know that I didn’t take the fact she let me control her lightly. I loved that she trusted me enough to let go.

And I wanted her to continue letting go until she free-fell into my arms, my life, my love forever.

That’s twice you’ve used the L word in linked sentences.

It terrified me, but I didn’t focus on it.

Instead, I waited for my mistress to decide if she wanted me over her or beneath her.

Swallowing, her throat worked as she made up her mind. “I think you’ve been a bad boy.”