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although she slipped into subspace at number sixteen, and her voice was thin and far away. At twenty-two he cast the single tail aside with marked indifference for such a fine tool and went around to face her. Tears streaked her cheeks and stained the fine leather of her hood, and he simply had to release it before he brought her off. He had to see her when she came. It slipped free, and he held her face between his hands, dwarfing her beloved features, pressing a hard kiss on her parted lips.
    He ignored the vibe, drifting his fingertips down her gorgeous body, lingering on the beaded tips of her perfectly sized breasts, over the slight swell of her belly to her glistening folds. He slid a finger along the cleft to dip it into her copious moisture then up and over the little nub at the apex. She moaned and pushed into him, and he didn’t hesitate.
    “What have you learned?”
    “Not to call myself stupid. I’m not. I won’t. Please.”
    Dave could hardly get his breath against that revelation and nearly groaned out loud at the thought of what Fiona inferred. He knew it was about him, and felt no hint of conceit, just deep regret. He so badly wanted to have a second chance to cherish the gift of her. He quickly feathered her clitoris with the tip of his finger and then rubbed ever-widening circles around it, pressing a little harder with every pass. Fiona whimpered and trembled. He watched her face carefully through his own emotional pain, alert to the signs of impending orgasm, certain he’d recognize them in his beloved. He felt the faint tremors at his fingertip, and her breath caught in her throat. Her features tightened, and she was there.
    “Open your eyes!” She obeyed him, and he locked onto her, falling into those blue orbs. He thrust a finger inside of her, switching his thumb to her clit in an orchestrated dance that attested to his training, but this was Fiona, and it all came so easily, naturally. She climaxed silently but intensely, and he vowed to make her scream when he took her with his cock, but he was fiercely glad not to have shared this with the others present.
    He petted her until she came back to herself and then released her wrists. He checked them and rubbed the chafed marks, pressing a kiss on the insides where the delicate veins showed through then stroked his hands over her arms to ensure the return of her circulation. He ignored everyone else in the room, concentrating on his woman.
    He knelt to release the strap around her waist, carefully positioning his shoulder to support her as he did so. Alistair and Andrew both came to help, and he held them off with a baleful stare. Fiona was his. His. They instantly backed away, and he freed her ankles. She folded against him, and he shifted to let her slide down his chest and into his arms, then lifted her, cradling her against him. Andrew wordlessly gestured him to a room across the hall, and Dave carried her past the others, feeling as though he’d just been awarded the spoils of war. And this battle had been honorable.

Chapter Seven
     
    Fiona loved how gently Dave laid her on the big bed, belly down, taking such care that her boneless neck and limbs were supported. She still floated on all those endorphins and the amazement that he was here, with her. That he’d been the one to discipline her and it hadn’t been just her fantasy. She didn’t want this moment to pass, fearful she would awake and find that it all had just been a dream. He came back to her, and she groaned at the gentle caress of his big hands as they passed the cooling lotion over her back and buttocks. She knew a master’s touch, and both the lashing and the aftercare spoke to his expertise. There wouldn’t be a mark left on her by morning. He eased her over onto her back and laid beside her, his now-naked body like a furnace, his cock nuzzling her hip like an anxious puppy with a very damp nose. She nearly giggled at her fanciful thinking, still adrift on the experience