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reliving making love with Seb? Too many to count. The dreams had been vivid, high-def images. She’d been able to hear their moans and whispers, smell the scent of sex, all of it designed to torture her and keep her from moving on.
On shaky knees, she stood and walked back to the bedroom. She stripped her clothes off and then turned the bed down so the covers were folded at the end of the mattress. After lighting some candles, she turned the lights off, enjoying the flickering shadows on the wall. A hint of vanilla began to permeate the air and she knelt down beside the bed on the area rug, exhaling slowly and trying to control her racing heart.
A cool breeze from the vent tightened her nipples even as heat was building inside. She waited in position, closing her eyes and listening to the thump of her heart and nothing else. A sense of calm spread through her as she visualized her and Seb together. Happy—the past no longer a factor. She wanted it. She didn’t know if it was possible but she wasn’t too proud to admit that she needed to be loved.
“Good girl.” Seb was standing next to her, his hand on her head, his fingers stroking her hair. “Let’s go over the rules, just in case. Rule one. I am in charge. The only decision you need to make is whether to use your safeword. I realize you didn’t have one before, but I think it’s a good idea to have one now.”
Instantly alert, she lifted her head to look up at him. Was he planning to hurt her tonight? Seb shook his head, apparently reading her expression of alarm.
“Relax, sweetheart. I’m not a sadist. But we haven’t been together like this in a long time. I think it’s a good idea to have a stop mechanism in case I go somewhere you’re not comfortable with.”
She nodded in agreement. “You’re right. Can I pick anything I want?”
“It’s your safeword.” Seb gave her a playful smile.
“Hmmm…how about ‘champagne’?” Amanda giggled at the thought of yelling the word at the top of her lungs.
“Champagne it is,” Seb agreed. “Now, rule number two. You do not come without my permission. And finally, rule number three. Do you remember that rule?”
She did remember it. It had been the hardest one to follow. “No feeling ashamed or guilty about what we do together and enjoy.”
“That’s right. Now let’s get started. Open my pants and take out my cock.”
She loved it when he had that deep, commanding tone to his voice. Her body responded instantly to it, a deep flush covering her bare skin and a bar of arousal building in her abdomen. She reached up and slid the button free and pulled the tab of the zipper down exposing his ridged stomach, a silky trail of blond hair disappearing under the waistband of his boxers. Sliding the elastic out of the way, her fingers wrapped around his thick cock pulling it free from the fabric. Her first instinct was to lick the mushroom head and trace the blue and purple veins with her tongue, but then she remembered that she wasn’t in charge at the moment.
Seb was in control.
She had no decisions to make. Nothing to worry about. Her mind wouldn’t be busy wondering whether he liked what she was doing because whatever she was doing would be what he’d ordered her to do. If he didn’t like what she was doing he would simply command her to do something else. No muss, no fuss. All she had to do was obey and feel. It was such a luxury and one she had honestly missed.
Her hands brushed his bare thighs, and her fingers felt the ridged outline of the scar where he’d been shot. In London, she hadn’t known about it when it happened but had heard about it later. She’d had to quell the urge to run to him and nurse him better despite everything that had passed between them. His very real mortality had terrified her bringing the danger he was in every day to the forefront of her mind. In truth, she hadn’t breathed easily until he’d left the Army almost a year ago.
Now he was here in one
On shaky knees, she stood and walked back to the bedroom. She stripped her clothes off and then turned the bed down so the covers were folded at the end of the mattress. After lighting some candles, she turned the lights off, enjoying the flickering shadows on the wall. A hint of vanilla began to permeate the air and she knelt down beside the bed on the area rug, exhaling slowly and trying to control her racing heart.
A cool breeze from the vent tightened her nipples even as heat was building inside. She waited in position, closing her eyes and listening to the thump of her heart and nothing else. A sense of calm spread through her as she visualized her and Seb together. Happy—the past no longer a factor. She wanted it. She didn’t know if it was possible but she wasn’t too proud to admit that she needed to be loved.
“Good girl.” Seb was standing next to her, his hand on her head, his fingers stroking her hair. “Let’s go over the rules, just in case. Rule one. I am in charge. The only decision you need to make is whether to use your safeword. I realize you didn’t have one before, but I think it’s a good idea to have one now.”
Instantly alert, she lifted her head to look up at him. Was he planning to hurt her tonight? Seb shook his head, apparently reading her expression of alarm.
“Relax, sweetheart. I’m not a sadist. But we haven’t been together like this in a long time. I think it’s a good idea to have a stop mechanism in case I go somewhere you’re not comfortable with.”
She nodded in agreement. “You’re right. Can I pick anything I want?”
“It’s your safeword.” Seb gave her a playful smile.
“Hmmm…how about ‘champagne’?” Amanda giggled at the thought of yelling the word at the top of her lungs.
“Champagne it is,” Seb agreed. “Now, rule number two. You do not come without my permission. And finally, rule number three. Do you remember that rule?”
She did remember it. It had been the hardest one to follow. “No feeling ashamed or guilty about what we do together and enjoy.”
“That’s right. Now let’s get started. Open my pants and take out my cock.”
She loved it when he had that deep, commanding tone to his voice. Her body responded instantly to it, a deep flush covering her bare skin and a bar of arousal building in her abdomen. She reached up and slid the button free and pulled the tab of the zipper down exposing his ridged stomach, a silky trail of blond hair disappearing under the waistband of his boxers. Sliding the elastic out of the way, her fingers wrapped around his thick cock pulling it free from the fabric. Her first instinct was to lick the mushroom head and trace the blue and purple veins with her tongue, but then she remembered that she wasn’t in charge at the moment.
Seb was in control.
She had no decisions to make. Nothing to worry about. Her mind wouldn’t be busy wondering whether he liked what she was doing because whatever she was doing would be what he’d ordered her to do. If he didn’t like what she was doing he would simply command her to do something else. No muss, no fuss. All she had to do was obey and feel. It was such a luxury and one she had honestly missed.
Her hands brushed his bare thighs, and her fingers felt the ridged outline of the scar where he’d been shot. In London, she hadn’t known about it when it happened but had heard about it later. She’d had to quell the urge to run to him and nurse him better despite everything that had passed between them. His very real mortality had terrified her bringing the danger he was in every day to the forefront of her mind. In truth, she hadn’t breathed easily until he’d left the Army almost a year ago.
Now he was here in one
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