eyes on her face.
She realized she was breathing hard and pressed her lips together. Okay, so no problem. She’d cool down and—
He started again, plunging in and out, and she let out a cry, her hips thrashing uncontrollably. Oh, God, he could do just what he’d said. “I-I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be more careful. Please—”
His grin was a flash of white, then gone. “Apology accepted.” When he removed his hand, her whole lower half ached with need. “And how you feel now will remind of you this lesson in the future.”
She started to glare at him, got a level look, and managed to give him a tight-lipped smile.
He laughed. “Sweetheart, I hope you don’t play poker.”
With his hand—she could smell herself on his fingers—he turned her head and took her lips. She tried to push him away, realized her hand was still gripped in his, and again the heat rose within her. His kiss was hard, thorough, and long. It left her head spinning and her body aching even more.
When he lifted his head, she couldn’t move, could only manage a shuddery breath. With a soft chuckle, he kissed her cheek and cuddled her against his big chest.
She rolled her head against him, contented and a little confused.
When he held her, controlled her, she got so aroused, but when Buck did almost exactly the same things—ordering her, wanting to restrain her—she felt repelled. That didn’t make any sense.
Of course, any woman with a functioning ovary would see Sir and want him. Oh, yes. But it was more than that. Part of what made her so hot and needy was the aura of power around him. No, more than that… controlled power.
38 Cherise Sinclair
He didn’t let his body lead him around. He didn’t let her lead him around either.
And he was honest. She didn’t have to guess if she did something right. If he wasn’t happy, she found out right away. If he wanted her to do something, he said so.
And he liked her body. Liked her . She really liked him too. Especially right now.
Getting off—when she did—always left her feeling a little lost. Vulnerable. But the way he held her so firmly against him made her feel safe. Cherished, even.
Even if she had more questions about herself than when she started, he’d given her an evening to remember.
She set her hand on his cheek, feeling the roughness of beard shadow. “Sir,” she whispered and pulled his head down so she could kiss him and show him how much she appreciated his consideration.
When they broke this time, his eyes were soft as he looked down at her. “Kari,” he murmured. He pulled her tighter against him, his hand stroking her shoulder.
“Sweetheart, you are…”
He stopped, and his hand froze against her arm. For a moment, he looked at her as if he didn’t know who she was.
“Sir?”
His brows drew together, and his arms loosened. Then he pushed her to her feet.
“It’s time you went home.”
When he stood, she lifted a hand toward him but let it drop. “Are you mad? Did I do something wrong?”
His mouth smiled, but his eyes didn’t. “No, you did nothing wrong. You’re a very nice woman, Kari.”
Well, talk about damned with faint praise.
Silently, he walked her back to where the DMs had herded the beginners into a group. Master Raoul appeared to check if anyone had questions and remind them the second beginners’ class was Wednesday.
As the others dispersed, Kari turned to Master Dan. “Thank you for the…um, lesson.” How awkward this was. She wanted to touch him, but he looked so cold.
He nodded, his face unreadable, his eyes without warmth. It was as if he’d pulled himself behind some impenetrable wall. “I’m glad you came, Kari. I hope you enjoy the next couple of lessons. Be careful with your next choice of Dom.” He nodded to her and walked toward the exit.
Staring after him, she rubbed her hands over her arms, feeling a distinct chill.
What had she done wrong? She had smarted off earlier, but he’d obtained his revenge
She realized she was breathing hard and pressed her lips together. Okay, so no problem. She’d cool down and—
He started again, plunging in and out, and she let out a cry, her hips thrashing uncontrollably. Oh, God, he could do just what he’d said. “I-I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be more careful. Please—”
His grin was a flash of white, then gone. “Apology accepted.” When he removed his hand, her whole lower half ached with need. “And how you feel now will remind of you this lesson in the future.”
She started to glare at him, got a level look, and managed to give him a tight-lipped smile.
He laughed. “Sweetheart, I hope you don’t play poker.”
With his hand—she could smell herself on his fingers—he turned her head and took her lips. She tried to push him away, realized her hand was still gripped in his, and again the heat rose within her. His kiss was hard, thorough, and long. It left her head spinning and her body aching even more.
When he lifted his head, she couldn’t move, could only manage a shuddery breath. With a soft chuckle, he kissed her cheek and cuddled her against his big chest.
She rolled her head against him, contented and a little confused.
When he held her, controlled her, she got so aroused, but when Buck did almost exactly the same things—ordering her, wanting to restrain her—she felt repelled. That didn’t make any sense.
Of course, any woman with a functioning ovary would see Sir and want him. Oh, yes. But it was more than that. Part of what made her so hot and needy was the aura of power around him. No, more than that… controlled power.
38 Cherise Sinclair
He didn’t let his body lead him around. He didn’t let her lead him around either.
And he was honest. She didn’t have to guess if she did something right. If he wasn’t happy, she found out right away. If he wanted her to do something, he said so.
And he liked her body. Liked her . She really liked him too. Especially right now.
Getting off—when she did—always left her feeling a little lost. Vulnerable. But the way he held her so firmly against him made her feel safe. Cherished, even.
Even if she had more questions about herself than when she started, he’d given her an evening to remember.
She set her hand on his cheek, feeling the roughness of beard shadow. “Sir,” she whispered and pulled his head down so she could kiss him and show him how much she appreciated his consideration.
When they broke this time, his eyes were soft as he looked down at her. “Kari,” he murmured. He pulled her tighter against him, his hand stroking her shoulder.
“Sweetheart, you are…”
He stopped, and his hand froze against her arm. For a moment, he looked at her as if he didn’t know who she was.
“Sir?”
His brows drew together, and his arms loosened. Then he pushed her to her feet.
“It’s time you went home.”
When he stood, she lifted a hand toward him but let it drop. “Are you mad? Did I do something wrong?”
His mouth smiled, but his eyes didn’t. “No, you did nothing wrong. You’re a very nice woman, Kari.”
Well, talk about damned with faint praise.
Silently, he walked her back to where the DMs had herded the beginners into a group. Master Raoul appeared to check if anyone had questions and remind them the second beginners’ class was Wednesday.
As the others dispersed, Kari turned to Master Dan. “Thank you for the…um, lesson.” How awkward this was. She wanted to touch him, but he looked so cold.
He nodded, his face unreadable, his eyes without warmth. It was as if he’d pulled himself behind some impenetrable wall. “I’m glad you came, Kari. I hope you enjoy the next couple of lessons. Be careful with your next choice of Dom.” He nodded to her and walked toward the exit.
Staring after him, she rubbed her hands over her arms, feeling a distinct chill.
What had she done wrong? She had smarted off earlier, but he’d obtained his revenge
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