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he thrust in. Her juices covered his face, sweet and hot and so fucking delicious. He drank her in as she trembled, catching her as she fell and lowered her so she could sit on the edge of the bath. With long strokes, he drew out her pleasure, dipping, sucking as she came again. He knew he could force another orgasm, but that would be cruel. She was exhausted. Barely able to stand even as he pulled her to her feet.
And she wouldn’t be happy until she knew she’d done more for him than he’d done for her. He caught the subtle stiffening of her shoulders as she stepped onto the bath mat. Part of him wanted to simply carry her to bed and curl up with her in his arms, but he couldn’t rest until he knew he’d fulfilled that baser instinct she had to please.
“I can’t go to bed like this, pet.” He glanced over at the towel hanging by the bath, then let his arms fall to his sides. “If you don’t mind?”
“I don’t.” She grabbed the towel, fumbled with it, bowing her head as she dropped to her knees. “You don’t even need to ask.”
Fuck. Good job, Pearce. He’d helped her reach the level of submission that satisfied her, but a request, rather than a command, shifted the balance. This was new to him, but he had to adapt quickly or he’d throw her off.
They still had so much to learn about one another. He reached down and tipped her chin up. “I won’t ask next time. But you have to promise to tell me when you’ve had enough.”
“I will.” Her eyes twinkled even as she rubbed the towel down his thigh. “I’m not interested in a 24/7 arrangement. On our date, I’ll be Miss Independent.” She laughed, and the carefree sound made his heart skip a beat. He hadn’t found himself a slave. He’d found a women with many layers he wanted to explore. Her next words proved it. “That’s when my mouth gets me in trouble.”
He grinned. “Hmm. Well, I should warn you. I tend to punish mouthy subs.”
“You will not punish me for speaking my mind.”
“Of course not. So long as you do so respectfully.” He placed his hands on his hips. “’Yes, Sir’ and ‘No, Sir’ resolve most debates rather quickly.”
Her eyes went wide. “You’re not serious, are you?”
“No. I already know you’re a very intelligent woman, Becky.” He took the towel from her as she stood, using it to wipe the beads of moisture from her cheeks. “Challenge me. I look forward to it.”
She placed her hand over his, holding the towel against her face, her eyes searching his. “I’ve never had a real relationship with a Dom. Was never sure I wanted one. Sometimes, the way I get when I’m in a scene . . . I’m afraid to lose myself.”
“I won’t let that happen.” Pulling her into his arms, he rested her head against his shoulder and kissed her damp hair. “I want you, little doe. All of you.”
Chapter Four
“H ey, Demyan?”
Light sliced through Scott’s eyelids and cracked into his skull like a pickax as a familiar voice came from the open door. He groaned, rolling away from the body pressed against his side, practically gagging as he ended up with his face too close to the wide open mouth of the man snoring on his other side. Morning breath with a side of ashtray and vodka. Nasty.
He squinted toward the door. “What is it, Vanek?”
Tyler Vanek, a superstar rookie whose career had likely been ended by a concussion, took a step into Scott’s bedroom and gave the men crowding the bed a look of disgust. “Fuck, man. You’ve sunk to a new low.”
Scott snorted and shoved at the man sleepily grinding against his ass. He knew his roommate wasn’t homophobic—even in the darkness, it was obvious the guys Scott had picked up were hookers, cokeheads, or both—but the poor kid still thought Scott had standards.
“I’m as low as I can get, sport.” Scott sat up and tried to smile, but a throb between his eyes at the movement made it more of a grimace. “What’s up?”
“Richter called.
And she wouldn’t be happy until she knew she’d done more for him than he’d done for her. He caught the subtle stiffening of her shoulders as she stepped onto the bath mat. Part of him wanted to simply carry her to bed and curl up with her in his arms, but he couldn’t rest until he knew he’d fulfilled that baser instinct she had to please.
“I can’t go to bed like this, pet.” He glanced over at the towel hanging by the bath, then let his arms fall to his sides. “If you don’t mind?”
“I don’t.” She grabbed the towel, fumbled with it, bowing her head as she dropped to her knees. “You don’t even need to ask.”
Fuck. Good job, Pearce. He’d helped her reach the level of submission that satisfied her, but a request, rather than a command, shifted the balance. This was new to him, but he had to adapt quickly or he’d throw her off.
They still had so much to learn about one another. He reached down and tipped her chin up. “I won’t ask next time. But you have to promise to tell me when you’ve had enough.”
“I will.” Her eyes twinkled even as she rubbed the towel down his thigh. “I’m not interested in a 24/7 arrangement. On our date, I’ll be Miss Independent.” She laughed, and the carefree sound made his heart skip a beat. He hadn’t found himself a slave. He’d found a women with many layers he wanted to explore. Her next words proved it. “That’s when my mouth gets me in trouble.”
He grinned. “Hmm. Well, I should warn you. I tend to punish mouthy subs.”
“You will not punish me for speaking my mind.”
“Of course not. So long as you do so respectfully.” He placed his hands on his hips. “’Yes, Sir’ and ‘No, Sir’ resolve most debates rather quickly.”
Her eyes went wide. “You’re not serious, are you?”
“No. I already know you’re a very intelligent woman, Becky.” He took the towel from her as she stood, using it to wipe the beads of moisture from her cheeks. “Challenge me. I look forward to it.”
She placed her hand over his, holding the towel against her face, her eyes searching his. “I’ve never had a real relationship with a Dom. Was never sure I wanted one. Sometimes, the way I get when I’m in a scene . . . I’m afraid to lose myself.”
“I won’t let that happen.” Pulling her into his arms, he rested her head against his shoulder and kissed her damp hair. “I want you, little doe. All of you.”
Chapter Four
“H ey, Demyan?”
Light sliced through Scott’s eyelids and cracked into his skull like a pickax as a familiar voice came from the open door. He groaned, rolling away from the body pressed against his side, practically gagging as he ended up with his face too close to the wide open mouth of the man snoring on his other side. Morning breath with a side of ashtray and vodka. Nasty.
He squinted toward the door. “What is it, Vanek?”
Tyler Vanek, a superstar rookie whose career had likely been ended by a concussion, took a step into Scott’s bedroom and gave the men crowding the bed a look of disgust. “Fuck, man. You’ve sunk to a new low.”
Scott snorted and shoved at the man sleepily grinding against his ass. He knew his roommate wasn’t homophobic—even in the darkness, it was obvious the guys Scott had picked up were hookers, cokeheads, or both—but the poor kid still thought Scott had standards.
“I’m as low as I can get, sport.” Scott sat up and tried to smile, but a throb between his eyes at the movement made it more of a grimace. “What’s up?”
“Richter called.
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