again.
With a well-sated sigh Mac pulled himself out of her mouth
and reached down to bring Aria back to her feet.
“Thank you,” he said and pressed a gentle kiss to her
forehead. “Let’s finish up so we can go back to bed. You wear a man out, Aria.”
He caught the smile she tried to hide when she turned her
back to him to rinse out her hair.
Last night hadn’t been a fluke, he acknowledged to himself.
Now it was up to him to convince Aria that a night of bone-shattering,
earth-melting, galaxy-exploding sex really was enough to start something.
Mac had a feeling though it might take a lot more of that knee-weakening
sex to prove his point. But a man had to do what a man had to do.
“Oh the sacrifices I must make,” he whispered low enough
that Aria wouldn’t hear and had to bite his lip to keep the smile off his face.
Chapter Five
Aria knew the man was up to something, but she didn’t know
what. The ridiculous demand for her “to make it up” to him was sheer bravado on
his part. Not that she’d minded in the least. Sucking Mac’s cock could become
an addiction if she let it. There was something so primal and basic about
swallowing a man’s seed. Which was why she’d never done it before, never really
given head before Mac. The whole thing seemed base and demeaning. Whenever
lovers would encourage it Aria would hold her breath, give the hard flesh a few
tugs, roll the balls, then a few licks to the head and either he was over or
she’d found a new place to put the penis.
With Mac she’d felt powerful even on her knees with water
pouring down around them. The heat alone in his eyes had been enough to keep
her going, but the singular look of emotion had her desperate to taste every
last drop of him.
Too bad her next lover would be nothing like Mac. Aria
stopped drying herself off as the thought crashed through her blowjob bliss.
Mac had been pissed she’d left the bed and planned on leaving him, but just
because she thought she saw a glimmer of emotion in the man’s eyes didn’t mean
he was out there planning a happily-ever-after with a white picket fence, two
kids and a dog named Stinky.
No, with Mac it boiled down to power. By leaving without his
permission she’d taken some of his power away, right? Wasn’t that the whole
purpose behind the club? A willing power exchange, one traded out of need and
pleasure.
“So now what?” she asked her reflection in the shower-fogged
mirror. “Go out there and act like nothing happened or strut out there like it
did?”
Shit, how did other women manage one-night stands with their
pride and emotions intact? Aria hadn’t spent more than a few hours with Mac
much less a whole night and she couldn’t imagine walking away.
“Dumbass,” she muttered and dropped her head, hard, on the
marble counter, several times.
“Aria, get your sweet ass out here now,” Mac bellowed, his
voice harsh, dominant and very close by.
She’d barely cleared the bathroom’s doorway before Mac had
her pinned against the wall and snarled roughly against her ear how he would
take her, spank her, and tie her up. Aria’s womb clenched and her pussy pulsed
at his words.
He loomed over her petite height, crowding her against the
silk-covered wall. “I’m going to fuck you fast and rough. Your sweet, hot ass
will be spanked until it’s as red as a ripe cherry and the whole time you’re
going to moan, scream and beg for me.”
Aria couldn’t believe she was standing here letting this
man, someone she’d never heard of a day ago, talk to her and treat her like
this. Except she couldn’t deny the thrill and desire racing through her. She
loved how rough he liked to get. Loved that he didn’t withhold the roughness of
his need from her.
Air whooshed out of her lungs as Mac jerked her hands high
above her head, until her spine arched. It wasn’t uncomfortable nor was it
comfortable, it fell somewhere in between. Then she heard the unmistakable
snick and tried to
With a well-sated sigh Mac pulled himself out of her mouth
and reached down to bring Aria back to her feet.
“Thank you,” he said and pressed a gentle kiss to her
forehead. “Let’s finish up so we can go back to bed. You wear a man out, Aria.”
He caught the smile she tried to hide when she turned her
back to him to rinse out her hair.
Last night hadn’t been a fluke, he acknowledged to himself.
Now it was up to him to convince Aria that a night of bone-shattering,
earth-melting, galaxy-exploding sex really was enough to start something.
Mac had a feeling though it might take a lot more of that knee-weakening
sex to prove his point. But a man had to do what a man had to do.
“Oh the sacrifices I must make,” he whispered low enough
that Aria wouldn’t hear and had to bite his lip to keep the smile off his face.
Chapter Five
Aria knew the man was up to something, but she didn’t know
what. The ridiculous demand for her “to make it up” to him was sheer bravado on
his part. Not that she’d minded in the least. Sucking Mac’s cock could become
an addiction if she let it. There was something so primal and basic about
swallowing a man’s seed. Which was why she’d never done it before, never really
given head before Mac. The whole thing seemed base and demeaning. Whenever
lovers would encourage it Aria would hold her breath, give the hard flesh a few
tugs, roll the balls, then a few licks to the head and either he was over or
she’d found a new place to put the penis.
With Mac she’d felt powerful even on her knees with water
pouring down around them. The heat alone in his eyes had been enough to keep
her going, but the singular look of emotion had her desperate to taste every
last drop of him.
Too bad her next lover would be nothing like Mac. Aria
stopped drying herself off as the thought crashed through her blowjob bliss.
Mac had been pissed she’d left the bed and planned on leaving him, but just
because she thought she saw a glimmer of emotion in the man’s eyes didn’t mean
he was out there planning a happily-ever-after with a white picket fence, two
kids and a dog named Stinky.
No, with Mac it boiled down to power. By leaving without his
permission she’d taken some of his power away, right? Wasn’t that the whole
purpose behind the club? A willing power exchange, one traded out of need and
pleasure.
“So now what?” she asked her reflection in the shower-fogged
mirror. “Go out there and act like nothing happened or strut out there like it
did?”
Shit, how did other women manage one-night stands with their
pride and emotions intact? Aria hadn’t spent more than a few hours with Mac
much less a whole night and she couldn’t imagine walking away.
“Dumbass,” she muttered and dropped her head, hard, on the
marble counter, several times.
“Aria, get your sweet ass out here now,” Mac bellowed, his
voice harsh, dominant and very close by.
She’d barely cleared the bathroom’s doorway before Mac had
her pinned against the wall and snarled roughly against her ear how he would
take her, spank her, and tie her up. Aria’s womb clenched and her pussy pulsed
at his words.
He loomed over her petite height, crowding her against the
silk-covered wall. “I’m going to fuck you fast and rough. Your sweet, hot ass
will be spanked until it’s as red as a ripe cherry and the whole time you’re
going to moan, scream and beg for me.”
Aria couldn’t believe she was standing here letting this
man, someone she’d never heard of a day ago, talk to her and treat her like
this. Except she couldn’t deny the thrill and desire racing through her. She
loved how rough he liked to get. Loved that he didn’t withhold the roughness of
his need from her.
Air whooshed out of her lungs as Mac jerked her hands high
above her head, until her spine arched. It wasn’t uncomfortable nor was it
comfortable, it fell somewhere in between. Then she heard the unmistakable
snick and tried to
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