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just out of reach, like the brass ring on a merry-go-round.
“Can’t,” she gasped.
Gio understood. He yanked her back so she was flat against him and pinched her clit hard. She shrieked his name over and over, as her body went into a series of hard spasms. She threw her head back onto his shoulder and bucked wildly, her fingers digging into his arms as her orgasm sent her soaring.
Hearing his name, her gasping cries, Gio knew he was in danger of losing more than his control.
***
Anchored off a tiny cove, the yacht embraced the gentle swells and rocking motions. Taryn sat at the table in the galley, drinking a bottle of water. The salty air, along with all her panting and gasping, had left her thirsty. At the tiny stove, Gio heated clam chowder soup that he’d bought before they’d boarded the boat. She sniffed and sighed. Was there anything better than fresh soup off the wharf and San Francisco sour dough bread?
He set the bowls onto the table along with the bread, and slipped into his chair across from her.
One taste had her sighing. “Wow, this is really good. Better than normal.”
He chuckled. “Worked up an appetite, pet?”
She grinned. “Maybe.” She found his nickname strange, as though she were some plaything, but then again, perhaps that was precisely what she was. His plaything. His to do with as he pleased as long as he pleasured her. And hey, she had no complaints in that area! Besides, she’d rather hear him refer to her as pet or Miss Jones rather than Karyn, her sister’s name. She could own the first two—the third was a reminder of her deception.
They ate in silence. Taryn thought back to the first thing he’d done after ‘rewarding’ her. She figured he’d take his own pleasure, but instead, he’d set her down on one of the cushioned seats and gently bathed her after removing the vibrator. Then he’d left her on the seat and returned to the wheel, increasing the speed until they reached their destination.
How was it possible for a man to exercise such tight control over his own needs? In her not so vast experience, once a guy was hard, once foreplay began, it wasn’t long before he sought his own satisfaction.
“Your thoughts, Miss Jones?”
Taryn . She wanted to blurt out her name, but didn’t of course. No matter how much she yearned to hear him call her by name. “Are we back to role playing?” He’d let her know that while they ate, their roles were suspended.
“Let’s just say this is a good time to get to know one another.”
She nodded. “I was thinking how hard it must be for you to control your own needs.”
He smiled. “Denial is in and of itself a form of pleasure, as you’ll find out. It’s easy to give in and let go, take the consolation prize, that which is offered now over waiting for the grand prize. You’ll learn that denying yourself an easy orgasm can lead to orgasms that will rock your soul.
“Easy orgasms? Good lord, I wouldn’t call my last orgasm easy, or any of the others for that matter.” She felt the heat creep into her cheeks. She was not used to such open talk with the opposite sex.
“And that goes to show just how little you know, Miss Jones. I’m going to teach you the wonders of anticipation, of holding out, of denial, and the joy of finally experiencing an orgasm unlike any you’ve ever had before.”
Taryn gulped, took a quick sip of water, and then just stared at Gio. “I’ve already had such wonderful orgasms. I can’t imagine anything bigger or better.”
His slow smile both warmed her and set her nerves tinging. “That sounds like a cue to start our next set of lessons, and you’ve chosen the topic, pet.” He stood.
Understanding that his calling her ‘pet’ was his signal that she was back to being his sub, Taryn stood too.
Chosen Book 3
Gio gave Karyn time to prepare herself by going through his duffel. He picked out various toys, set some onto a towel, and put others away. Once he had what he
“Can’t,” she gasped.
Gio understood. He yanked her back so she was flat against him and pinched her clit hard. She shrieked his name over and over, as her body went into a series of hard spasms. She threw her head back onto his shoulder and bucked wildly, her fingers digging into his arms as her orgasm sent her soaring.
Hearing his name, her gasping cries, Gio knew he was in danger of losing more than his control.
***
Anchored off a tiny cove, the yacht embraced the gentle swells and rocking motions. Taryn sat at the table in the galley, drinking a bottle of water. The salty air, along with all her panting and gasping, had left her thirsty. At the tiny stove, Gio heated clam chowder soup that he’d bought before they’d boarded the boat. She sniffed and sighed. Was there anything better than fresh soup off the wharf and San Francisco sour dough bread?
He set the bowls onto the table along with the bread, and slipped into his chair across from her.
One taste had her sighing. “Wow, this is really good. Better than normal.”
He chuckled. “Worked up an appetite, pet?”
She grinned. “Maybe.” She found his nickname strange, as though she were some plaything, but then again, perhaps that was precisely what she was. His plaything. His to do with as he pleased as long as he pleasured her. And hey, she had no complaints in that area! Besides, she’d rather hear him refer to her as pet or Miss Jones rather than Karyn, her sister’s name. She could own the first two—the third was a reminder of her deception.
They ate in silence. Taryn thought back to the first thing he’d done after ‘rewarding’ her. She figured he’d take his own pleasure, but instead, he’d set her down on one of the cushioned seats and gently bathed her after removing the vibrator. Then he’d left her on the seat and returned to the wheel, increasing the speed until they reached their destination.
How was it possible for a man to exercise such tight control over his own needs? In her not so vast experience, once a guy was hard, once foreplay began, it wasn’t long before he sought his own satisfaction.
“Your thoughts, Miss Jones?”
Taryn . She wanted to blurt out her name, but didn’t of course. No matter how much she yearned to hear him call her by name. “Are we back to role playing?” He’d let her know that while they ate, their roles were suspended.
“Let’s just say this is a good time to get to know one another.”
She nodded. “I was thinking how hard it must be for you to control your own needs.”
He smiled. “Denial is in and of itself a form of pleasure, as you’ll find out. It’s easy to give in and let go, take the consolation prize, that which is offered now over waiting for the grand prize. You’ll learn that denying yourself an easy orgasm can lead to orgasms that will rock your soul.
“Easy orgasms? Good lord, I wouldn’t call my last orgasm easy, or any of the others for that matter.” She felt the heat creep into her cheeks. She was not used to such open talk with the opposite sex.
“And that goes to show just how little you know, Miss Jones. I’m going to teach you the wonders of anticipation, of holding out, of denial, and the joy of finally experiencing an orgasm unlike any you’ve ever had before.”
Taryn gulped, took a quick sip of water, and then just stared at Gio. “I’ve already had such wonderful orgasms. I can’t imagine anything bigger or better.”
His slow smile both warmed her and set her nerves tinging. “That sounds like a cue to start our next set of lessons, and you’ve chosen the topic, pet.” He stood.
Understanding that his calling her ‘pet’ was his signal that she was back to being his sub, Taryn stood too.
Chosen Book 3
Gio gave Karyn time to prepare herself by going through his duffel. He picked out various toys, set some onto a towel, and put others away. Once he had what he
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