determined, dominant.” She took a deep breath and slid closer, looking up into his dark brown eyes, begging him to see the truth behind her lashes. “I know that you have certain…likes.”
He snorted, but she pressed on. “It doesn’t turn me off, James. If anything…it only makes me want you more. Watching you—the things you did to that woman—I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
“You’ve never even been with a man, Anna. I can’t ask you to step into that world with me.”
“What world? Bondage? Domination? I want it. I want you to do those things to me—tie me up, make me yours. I’ll submit. I won’t run. And what I said last night stands. No one has to know.”
“That’s what you say now, but in the moment—when you’re exposed and vulnerable—you’ll change your mind. And it’ll be too late.”
“Stop telling me what I’ll feel or think or do. I’m stronger than you give me credit for, James.”
“I never said you weren’t strong, Anna.” He reached out, fingers a breath away from her cheek, and she closed her eyes. “But people change their minds all the time. They get too deep, too fast, and they panic. I won’t go down that road again.”
She popped her eyes open and looked up at him. “Whatever happened to you in the past—whatever it was that caused the rift in your family—I’m no part of it.”
He dropped his hand and stepped back. “What do you know about that?”
“Nothing, other than something bad had to happen. Something tragic and terrible that made you who you are.”
“I made me. Nothing and no one else.”
“You know what I mean.” She stepped forward, reaching for him. Wrapping her fingers around his arm, she squeezed, hoping he’d finally understand.
“I don’t think I know you at all, Anna.”
“I want you to. I want you to know all of me.”
He grabbed her by the wrist and tugged until she crashed into him, chest pressing into his, belly rubbing up against the unmistakable erection inside his pants. Tightening his grip, he ground his hips into hers and she moaned out loud. He wanted her. His hard cock proved it.
“Are you sure?”
“Completely.”
Before she could say another word, something flicked against her leg. What the—? Anna glanced down and choked back a gasp. The riding crop . James ran it up her inner thigh with his free hand, flicking it against her skin in little bursts, tickling instead of hitting.
A shiver coursed through her body and Anna leaned into him, rubbing against him as she forced herself to breathe.
“So tell me, are you frightened?” He edged it higher, flicking between her legs a little harder every time.
“A bit.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. God, no.” She wanted him to bend her over, rip her panties off and take her right there.
“Good.” He let her wrist go and she stepped back, swallowing a lump of excitement as another wave of arousal washed over her. He stared at her—the deep brown of his eyes alive and dangerous. “Bend over, grab the column.”
Anna glanced up at the painted wood and took a deep breath. She’d asked for it. She couldn’t back out now. She nodded and reached out, wrapping her hands around the post as James stepped up behind her.
They were out in the open and the risk thrilled her. That a gardener could pop over the hill and see them, see her—she shivered at the thought. As she bent over, James fluffed her dress up over her backside, exposing her panties to the bright morning light.
God damn . She was beautiful. Strong and naturally submissive. Scared and excited at the same time. Part of him wanted to ravage her. To give her everything he had until she broke beneath him. But he couldn’t. Standing there with her ass jutting out and her hands gripping the weathered wood, she was still his ward. Still someone he’d agreed to care for. And he would. One spank at a time.
“Let’s take these off, shall we?” Slipping his fingers beneath the nude