Michelle Hasker

Sophie glanced down at the ornate stationary. When Michael planned a surprise, he went all out. The paper was thick and embossed, she wouldn't be surprised if he'd gotten real gold lettering.

"Room 221." She glanced up at the gold plaque on the door. 221. Looks like she found it with no trouble. That was a first. She'd been known to get lost in the mall.

Thoughts swirled round in her mind. What did Michael have planned? It was her birthday, but since she hadn't made it a point to remind him, she'd thought he'd forgotten. Impatient to see what he had in store, she knocked on the door.

"It's open," a muffled voice called out.

Sophie drew in a deep breath and opened the door. Flowers decorated every surface of the room. Her breath caught at the extra large blooms and exotic flowers. Damn. No expense spared. This was like something out of one of her erotic fantasies.

As she stepped deeper in the room she heard soft music coming from the bedroom. A wide grin spread across her face as she slipped the do not disturb sign on the knob and shut the door.

She kicked off her shoes and crept toward the bedroom. How like Michael to rent a suite and fill it with flowers. She wondered what kind of sexual delights he had in mind. It was her birthday, so surely he came prepared to pleasure her.

What she saw when she entered the room stopped her dead in her tracks. Instead of flowers, every flat surface in this room was covered in strawberry scented candles. The aroma filled the air, and on the bed - her heart skipped a beat. Michael lay reclined on the bed with a platter filled with fruit, cheese and crackers. There was a bucket of ice with a bottle of what was probably champagne. Her eyes widened as she noticed the whipped cream and chocolate sauce on the night stand.

Her gaze moved up as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, and she realized Michael wore nothing but what he'd been born with, and a lone white rose perched between his lips.

Slowly, he sat up and pulled the rose from his mouth. "Happy birthday, Sophie."

"Thank you, Michael."

She smiled as she walked closer to the bed. She saw the silk ties on the pillow, and her smile widened as she looked up at him. He nodded and lifted the scraps of material.

"You're going to let me tie you? Willingly?"

"Yes. It wasn't fair what I did to you last time. It's your birthday and I wanted to make it up to you."

Her eyes roamed over every inch of his naked flesh imagining all the things she wanted to do to him.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Oh, God." Her legs shook as she walked over to the bed and climbed up to straddle him. She ran her hands all over his hard chest, fisting them in the dark hair covering him as she moved so that they were pressed intimately together.

"What do you want to do first?" he whispered.

Sophie leaned back with an evil grin. "I think we should eat first."

The flash of disappointment in his face made her laugh, so she leaned forward and kissed him.

"Just kidding, sweetheart. I think I'm going to enjoy your surprise to the fullest. I'm going to move the food while you spread out nice and wide for me."

By the time she'd moved all the serving platters, he lay spread eagle on the bed, his cock standing proudly at attention. Sophie moaned as she looked at him, laying there unashamed of his beautiful body.

Slowly, she climbed back on the bed and tied him to the posts. She took her time, teasing him with kisses and gentle caresses as she worked. Once her desire grew too strong she leaned back and looked down at him. She'd wanted him naked and at her mercy, and that was what she had. But what to do first.

"Love, I'm at your mercy, but please, do something. You just staring at me is killing me. Touch me, kiss me, do something."

Sophie kissed him, long and hard, trying to show him how much she wanted him and loved him. She couldn't say the words. Not yet.

Michael watched her, patiently waiting, and all she could do was stare at him? He was absolutely gorgeous, but did she need to drool over the man? From this viewpoint she could see he was also rock hard. God, she wanted to taste him. Now.

Before he could ask her to hurry up again, she knelt between his legs and slid her hands up his thighs. As she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of him, soft and smooth, yet hot and hard. And the pleasure he could give her was out of this world.

He moaned and strained against the binds as her mouth closed around him, and she sucked him in. She knew how much he hated being restrained. An alpha through and through, this must be torture. With a grin she decided to go all out and really torture him. After all, when would a chance like this come along again?

With slow, leisurely licks, she teased and tasted him as she slid her tongue from tip to base of his shaft, and back up again. His hips lifted as he tried to thrust into her mouth, but she giggled and sat back.

"I'm in charge, right, Michael?" she asked as she traced the tip of one red fingernail along his length, then pressed it against the slit, rubbing against the salty pre-cum.

"Yes, Sophie, yes."

"Then you have to lie still, or I'll stop. Do you understand?"

"Oh, God. Sophie, please."

His thighs trembled as he stilled his movements, showing her more than his words could, how much he loved her. She knew what it cost him to give her total control. This was going to be one night he'd never regret or forget.

"Mistress," she hissed as she lightly dragged her nails down his thighs.

"Mistress," he dutifully repeated on an indrawn breath.

"I'm not going to pull out the toys, Michael. I just want to hear you call me Mistress as I pleasure you beyond even your wildest imaginings."

"This night is supposed to be for you, Mistress."

"Trust me, Michael. This is my pleasure." Sophie leaned back and looked down at him. There was no doubt in her mind. He was hers. He belonged to her and no other woman.

The toppings on the night stand beckoned to her. His taste was delicious enough without having to decorate him with whipped cream or chocolate sauce. But she definitely wanted to lick some off of him. Before she could change her mind, Sophie grabbed a bottle of chocolate sauce.

"Sophie. Mistress." His voice quivered until she turned around with the bottle in her hand. He purred and licked his lips. "Mmm. Is that for me to eat off of you?"

"Not this time." She snickered at the disappointment in his eyes.

When she lightly drizzled some on his thighs, abdomen, and shaft, he sucked in a breath and hissed. Sophie stopped before she'd poured on too much. She didn't want him to get too sticky, and she didn't want to fill up on chocolate and get sick. Been there, done that.

Resting her hands on clean parts of his thighs, she started on his left side and licked up the trails of chocolate, making sure she used long, slow licks, designed to drive him wild with lust. As he cursed and twitched from his struggle not to move, she moved to the other thigh, dipping close enough to brush her nose against his sacs.

"Mistress," he shouted, frustration evident in his voice.

"You can't come, Michael. If you come, I'll stop and walk out that door and leave."

"No!" He roared, trying to sit up, but the restraints keeping him down. "Dammit, where did you learn to tie like this?"

"Girl Scouts." She grinned and cupped his balls as she leaned down and licked at the chocolate on his abdomen.

As she gently massaged him, his erection strained toward her as if begging for release. Which he would be before she was through with him.

"I should have guessed."

He groaned when she finally licked his length again, sucking and slurping noisily as she cleaned off all the chocolate. When she glanced at him from the corner of her eye she noticed his hands were fisted in the sheets, as he struggled to obey her command to lay still. Love filled her and she closed her eyes, savoring the moment. God, how she loved him.

"Sophie," he moaned her name. She looked up and met his smoldering gaze. "You look like..." He swallowed audibly, then continued, "Like you are really enjoying yourself."

"Mmm. But I am, Michael. I love the way you taste, the way you feel, the sounds you make when I suck on you." Her voice grew huskier with each comment and she knew she wouldn't be able to torment him much longer. She needed him too much. And no matter how much she had him it didn't seem to ease the hunger.

"I'm going to come." He gasped and arched as she wrapped her hand around his base. "Mistress."

She smiled and shook her head. "Not yet you aren't."

"Mistress," he growled through clenched teeth. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the sheets.

Sophie sighed and leaned back. She didn't want to walk out the door, but he looked like he was losing the battle against himself. Besides, she didn't want to make him suffer any longer. She was just as eager to have him as he was to have her.

When she climbed off the bed he protested, but grew silent as she tugged off her clothes. Sophie bit back a laugh at how visibly relieved he was that she wasn't leaving, and climbed back on the bed.

Drawing out his torment, she straddled him, but didn't take him inside. She just rubbed against him and looked down at him, watching his face as one emotion chased the other. Suddenly, tormenting him didn't seem as much fun as it was earlier. In one swift move, she impaled herself on him, taking him in all the way. He groaned and lifted his hips, trying to bury himself deeper.

"You aren't supposed to move," she said, then shrieked as the sound of material shredding filled the air. His hands wrapped onto her waist and he lifted her up, then slammed her down on him as he thrust up, reaching even deeper insider her then before.

"I'll take my punishment later," he growled as he continued to thrust into her.

"But-" She gasped and shuddered as shivers raced through her body.

"I love you, Sophie."

She gasped and arched her back. "But you can't come until I say you can," she argued breathlessly.

"Then say it, Sophie. Let me come, baby. Please," he begged as he slammed her down on him harder.

"Come already," she growled, then shivered when he did just that, his hot seed filling her and pushing her into an earth shattering climax.

"Michael," she said later, as she lay next to him and played with the hairs on his chest. "You realize what you've done, right?"

"I tried, love. I really did try to be submissive for you. I just can't."

"Can't what? Can't get it right, can't take commands?" Stupid male. He'd promised to let her be in charge, and once again he took over. Would he ever carry out his promise to let her dominate him?

"I love you, Sophie." He turned to her with a gleam in his eye. Before she could guess his intentions, he rolled off the bed and knelt on the floor as he lifted a small black velvet box. "Will you marry me?"

Stunned, Sophie stared at him, speechless.

"Um, babe?" He licked his lips and leaned onto the bed. "I didn't think this would be such a surprise."

She couldn't say anything for a full minute, then she leaned over and pushed against his chest, knocking him on his ass. "Unbelievable. You have a lot of nerve, buddy."

"Sophie?" He looked genuinely confused, but she didn't care.

"You agreed to my rules and broke them, then you try to wiggle out of it by giving me a present?"

"I'm not wiggling out of anything. I love you and want to marry you. I bought this months ago, but then that episode with Dane..."

"Don't try and placate me, buster." She poked him in the chest. "If you can't let me have my way once in a while maybe I shouldn't let you have your way either."

He leaned back and stared at her, his eyes wide and his mouth open.

"Oh yeah. If you even think offering to marry me will make up for ruining my night of control, you have another think coming, buster. A marriage is a partnership, not a dictatorship."

He looked down at the ring and back up at her. Her throat tightened. She'd been hoping he'd propose to her, but dammit, once again he'd not let her have more than a taste of domination.

"We've got this suite all weekend. I'm sure I can think up a way to make it up to you. Can we try again? Starting now? I love you, Sophie. I'm not letting you go. You will walk out of here Sunday with my ring on your finger."

She snorted, but inside her belly was dancing a jig. Hope that he really would make it up to her, and totally give himself into her control made her relent. Just a little.

"Okay. I'll give you another chance. But don't waste it, Michael. I'm quite a catch, you know."

"Oh, I know. And I will make it up to you. Starting now."

"Starting now?" she asked with a grin. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."