I nodded at him and enjoyed my view. Admiring his handsomeness, loving the weight of his lower body pressing into mine, the firm dominance he used with such ease. We clicked all right. Major clicking happened, that’s for sure. I basically fell into his arms and let him do whatever he wanted to me in the gallery storeroom. Something I’d never allowed any other stranger to do within moments of being introduced. Ha! We were never even introduced. He thought I was Maria-the-Escort, and I got a kinky alter ego name for him. Mr. Ivanhoe. Embarrassment filled me yet again as I remembered. I’d been living such a guarded existence regarding men and dating since I’d come to London, that I had truly forgotten what it felt like to be desired intimately.

Ivan brought those feelings back for me while making it all feel so damn good; his offer was nearly impossible to resist.

“Just like you feel comfortable right now being restrained by my hands, wondering what I’ll do next. You want me to do more and you’ll surrender to it, too.” Ivan continued watching me; the penetrating gleam in his eyes which appeared during sex only made me hotter.

Ivan reached his free hand into my borrowed smoking jacket tumbled on the bed beside us and drew out the silk-fringed belt. He dragged the dangling edge over my nipples, making me arch into the tingling sensation. “I want to use this, Gabrielle. I’d like to have your gorgeous body tied to my bed while I fuck you this time. Knowing you’re going nowhere until I release you. Until I am done taking pleasure from the sight of you spread out and shaking from all the orgasms I’m going to give you. Until you’ve had as much as you can take and my cock has worked itself out to the point of fucking exhaustion,” he said, watching me carefully, his body tense and tight looming above me.

I shuddered hard, again a completely involuntary action on my part. His simple words rendered me helpless when he started in with the directing. And he knew it, too, because he smiled darkly at my shuddering.

“Do you consent?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, falling under the spell he’d cast on me with complete ease, letting him take control in this. Instinctively, I knew he would be better than anything I’d ever experienced before.

Green eyes blazed down at me with lust at my answer, and he wasted no time putting me into position. “You’ll tell me what you need, Gabrielle?” he asked firmly while working on binding my hands together with the silk belt, testing the tautness before securing the silk to the headboard of his bed. “Green, yellow, or red. I’ll hear you, whatever that may be.” He deliberately brought his hands down to find my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, applying pressure until I felt the burn of sweet pain shoot through me and straight down to in between my legs. “If it’s to back off, or if it’s to give you more—just tell me.” Ivan studied me intently to judge my response, for this was indeed a test.