There, shining at him like a prize, were two sterling silver studs in a wicked vertical hood piercing.

It seems someone else is keeping a few dirty little secrets.

“What do we have here?” He leaned in to blow against the glistening metal. “You didn’t tell me about this,” he accused, peering up at her, an inch away from the most vulnerable part of her body.

“You…ahh—”

She broke off as he blew against her sweet swollen flesh again.

“Yes, Rachel?”

“You never asked.”

“No, I don’t suppose I did. Seems you and I have a lot more in common than I thought.”

His eyes moved back to the piercing, and he shook his head in disbelief before firmly holding the panties aside.

“Rachel?” he asked again without looking up at her.

Her hands were by her side, but he could see her fists were clenched.

“While you are here, this is mine.”

With that, he leaned in and swiped his tongue in a delicious hot lick against the two silver studs beckoning him.

* * *

Rachel couldn’t believe her knees hadn’t given out on her yet. What Cole was currently doing with his tongue ought to be illegal. True, he was only touching her with one hand, but his mouth and tongue—tracing, flicking, and sucking her piercing—was destroying her.

She couldn’t help the moan that slipped free from her throat as his finger joined in on the action as he moved it down to rub between her slick, sensitive lips. Finally feeling her stance becoming perilous, she reached out to gently grip his hair. He lifted his eyes to hers, and she should have been scared from the intensity she saw in them, but she wasn’t. She was buzzing and high on the lust coursing through her body like a raging inferno.

“Lift your left leg, Rachel, and put it over my shoulder.”

Oh fuck was all Rachel could think as she moved to drape her leg over his strong shoulder. She was suddenly grateful to all her kickboxing training for giving her great balance because she knew she would need it the minute he lifted his hand and tugged her thigh further over him. Her piercing brushed against his rapacious mouth, and all Rachel could do was hold on and hope for the best.

“You look…” He licked. “Smell…”

Oh god, another lick.

“And taste…Jesus, Rachel…too fucking good,” he murmured against her heated flesh.

Rachel could feel the scrape of his stubble against her bare thighs as he finally moved his mouth from the piercing to her clit. Without hesitation, he sucked it between his greedy lips.

“Oh! God!” She groaned as she started to push her hips toward him, getting herself as close to that dexterous tongue as she could. She gripped his hair and tightened her leg over his shoulder, trying to pull him in closer to her.

That was when she felt a finger move up and slip through her juices, slowly pushing into her needy body. Crying out at the top of her lungs, Rachel let her head fall back as he fucked her with one hand and sucked her to the most spectacular climax she had ever had.

As her orgasm hit, like a wave crashing down upon her, she gave him what he had asked for. She screamed his name like her life depended on it.

When she opened her eyes, he promised, “Now, it’s my turn.”

8

Rachel gazed down at the man who had her thigh propped up on his large shoulder. His face was tilted up to her, and the expression in his eyes told her things were about to get a whole lot more intense in a matter of seconds.

His decadent mouth was glistening from where he had just had his lips. As a smug smirk—which were the only words Rachel could think to call it—curled his lips, she almost lost her balance.

She could feel his right finger drawing lazy circles up the outside of her left thigh that was still draped over him, and just like he had promised, he had not used more than one hand. The other remained in a fist by his thigh. When he reached the edge of her lace panties, he ran the tip of his finger under it, and with a swift and concise move, he snapped the material in two. Feeling her breath catch, she tried to hold back a moan as he dragged them from her overly sensitive body, leaving her bare from the waist down. He dangled the material out to the side before dropping them onto the rug he was standing on.

Releasing her hold on his hair, Rachel moved to reclaim her leg, and he let it go reluctantly. When she finally had her feet steady under her, he held up both hands and moved quickly, grabbing her hips and tugging her forward. She stumbled a little and reached out to grip his shoulders to balance herself.

“I kept both promises. Time to renegotiate,” he told her, sliding both palms around to cup her bare ass. “Hang on,” he instructed. Gripping her tightly, he took a step back and lifted her from the trunk.

Rachel let out a soft gasp as she was hauled against him, her body flush against his. He lowered her down his body, her heated skin rubbing all along the material of his clothes. When her aching mound slid against his hard cock, she took a moment to push against it, squirming like a cat in heat.

“Stop it,” he admonished as he gripped the tops of her arms.

Looking up at him, Rachel found herself complying.

Amazing, she thought as she stared into calm, steady eyes that immobilized her. This is what I have been looking for.

It was what her body had been craving all those years since him.

She wasn’t the Super Domme that Shelly had drunkenly labeled her. She just hadn’t wanted to end up on the wrong end of a man who wanted to control her by using his fists ever again.

This man though—this man who was watching her like a hawk—had kept his word. He had done everything she had asked, and he was still waiting on her to make some kind of move to show him she was on board.

Slowly, she licked her lips as she locked eyes with Cole.

* * *

Cole released her arms, took a step back, and then walked around her. He was impressed when she didn’t turn her head to follow his movements. In fact, he was pretty much impressed with everything she had done, including her ability to still be standing and breathing after the orgasm he had just given her.

He was so unbelievably hard right now that he had to take this moment to calm the hell down. She was standing on his cream rug in her black heels, stockings, and corset with no panties in sight, and she looked damn inspiring.

When he was standing behind her, he stepped forward and gripped the ends of the bow tied at the sway of her back on her corset.

“So, with the original agreement up for discussion, I would like to petition to now use both of my hands. Come on, Rachel, you know you want me to, so just say the word.”

He tugged the laces free as he worked his way up the back of her top. When she glanced over her shoulder, Cole made sure his eyes met with hers.

“Do I get to make a demand of my own?”

Cole arched a brow. “Well, that’s not usually how I work, but I’m feeling generous tonight.”

“Oh, how kind of you,” she muttered.

When he finally reached the top of the corset, he separated and removed it before dropping it onto the trunk. He fingered the top of the tattoo at the base of her neck and stroked his way over the repeated Chinese symbols down her spine. He was familiar with the characters, and he read each mark as his finger passed over it. Pride, Strength, Hope, Love. They repeated down her back, like a mantra. He also noticed a verse in script along her rib cage, but he couldn’t make out the words from where he was currently standing.

“I’m not being kind, Rachel. I just figured the more lenient I am tonight, the more likely you will stay.” Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her right shoulder. “You know what I want—both hands, your free will, and you with me for a week. Can I have that?”

His tongue came out to flirt with her skin. He dragged it seductively along her shoulder to her neck while still stroking his finger up and down her spine. “Will you give me that? Will you swallow your pride, show me your strength, and find the hope that this person took away from you?”

Her spine stiffened under his fingers. “With you?”

“Maybe, but for now, all I’m asking is that you let me prove to you that not all men are like him, that I am not like him.” Cole took a deep breath just behind her right ear. “Turn around.”

She held her head high and proud as she turned to look directly at him, letting him know she didn’t care in the least that she was standing before him completely naked, save for her heels, stockings, and the black ribbon around her neck.

Cole made sure to keep his eyes on hers even though his whole body was screaming at him to look down. Look down and see the rest of what you have uncovered!

“My final negotiation is this: You with me every night this week and every morning when I wake up. I get to touch you with all of my body, no restrictions.”

He saw her sway a little, and he wondered if she even realized she did it. As her eyes dilated, it was obvious how turned on she was, and the thought of being with him in that way was pressing a button she didn’t even seem to recognize.

“What do I get?” she finally asked.

Cole wrapped an arm around her waist so fast that she didn’t even see it coming. Tugging her body forward toward his, he made sure to press every hard inch of himself up against her as he leaned her slightly back and loomed down over her. “You get ten seconds to ask for two things, and then you get me.”