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  She didn’t respond. It was one thing to strategically prevent her sub’s orgasm. It felt different when she was the one experiencing pins-and-needles sensations along her inner thighs.

  Catrina pressed her legs together, hoping to alleviate some of the stress.

  “That won’t help.”

  As always, he was right. In fact, her efforts seemed to make it worse.

  “I’ll always insure you’re taken care of. Your satisfaction is mine.” He let go of her hair. “You can’t believe I want to deny you.”

  At this moment, with frustration crashing into her, it seemed that way.

  “Get the lube, Catrina, and a condom. You can use your mouth to put it on me.”

  She often put condoms on her boys. In fact, she loved doing it. She could tease and prolong, never letting him know what to expect. Keeping her sub guessing was one of her favorite things to do.

  Again, this was different.

  Damien wasn’t asking her to do anything she didn’t normally do, but her frame of mind was different. Interesting how the same act could be submissive or dominant, depending on her attitude.

  She crossed to the fireplace and was very much aware of him watching her.

  “You have one fine ass, Milady.”

  As she pivoted to face him, she tossed her hair over her shoulder.

  “Can’t wait to fuck it.”

  “I’m ready to get on with it,” she said. The sound of her shoes seemed to ricochet in the silence, which was a good thing. At least it covered the sound of her thundering heart.

  She couldn’t take her gaze off his cock. How in the hell was she supposed to use her mouth to roll a condom down that?

  “Quit thinking so much.” He spread his legs.

  She’d thought he’d looked imposing while fully dressed in own-the-world business attire. Now, he was devastating. His thighs and calves were defined with muscle. His stomach was taut. His biceps were cut. It seemed his clothing only made him appear civilized.

  He helped steady her while she knelt.

  She placed the bottle of lube on the floor then fumbled the condom package before managing to get it open. Then she checked to be sure she had it on the tip of his cock correctly. “No hands?” she asked.

  “Mouth only.”

  After drawing a steadying breath, she used her mouth and her tongue to unroll the confounding thing.

  “Think about me,” he instructed, cradling her head in his palms.

  She looked up, drew a breath then went to work, making it as erotic as possible for him.

  “That’s it.”

  When she touched her tongue to the underside of his cock, he jerked toward her. So she added a little more pressure before pulling away and repeating the action.

  With her hands curled on her thighs, she worked the latex lower and lower while returning to caress his most sensitive spot.

  “I should have you give me a blowjob every day.”

  Not that she’d mind.

  As she got the condom almost in place, she started to gag. Her eyes watered, and he was so big he filled her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Using her hands would help tremendously.

  “Almost there.” A few seconds later, he said, “Good.”

  She pulled back, and tears spilled out of her eyes, ravishing her make-up, she was certain. He didn’t seem to mind. He used his grip on her upper arms to pull her upright.

  His cock pressed into her stomach, and he kissed the top of her head. “You’re gorgeous, Catrina. And you’re mine.”

  Those tender touches would be her undoing. His powerful gentleness made her want to lean into him.

  “I’m going to fuck you from behind. Make no mistake about who is your master, Milady.”

  Catrina was so far gone, she didn’t take exception to what he said.

  “Brace yourself on the back of the couch.”

  Finally. She got into position. Her pussy moistened from her excitement. The way he looked at her, touched her, responded to her sucking created a dynamic she’d never had with anyone else.

  “Your cunt is so plump.” He toyed with her until she all but danced and whimpered, desperate for his possession.

  She felt his cockhead at her entrance, and she lifted up onto her toes to allow him greater access.

  “Perfect.”

  “Take me, Damien.”

  “Patience, Milady.” He entered her slowly, surely, resisting her when she wriggled her hips backwards. No matter what, this man refused to allow her to hurry him.

  He took hold of her hips and held her while he drove into her.

  She cried out when he was up to his balls in her pussy.

  “Scream for me, Milady.”

  It was almost impossible not to with the way he fucked her, pulling out, thrusting in, filling her completely.

  Her breaths became ragged.

  “Hold on a little longer.”

  She gripped a cushion, seeking purchase while he claimed her. “Damien.”

  “Wait for it.”

  Catrina gulped in breaths.

  All of a sudden, he stopped.

  He pulled out, and she turned her head. The curtain of her hair made it difficult to see exactly what he was doing, but she heard him squirt lube onto his hand.

  “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

  “When I fuck your ass, Catrina, I’ll make sure you are.”

  She let her head fall forward again. So far, he’d given her nothing she couldn’t handle.

  He inserted a slick finger in her anus. She swayed, allowing him access.

  “Now a second.”

  She gasped. The second finger gave her more than double the sensation.

  He put his dick back in her heated pussy. Her body shook as he simultaneously pounded her ass and cunt.

  “Damn, damn.”

  Reality became a blur. An impending orgasm churned in her. She wasn’t sure how long she could last, no matter what he wanted.

  Then she screamed when he reached around her and pinched her clit.

  The climax crashed over her.

  She bucked and cried, and he was unyielding, riding her, forcing her to accept his penetration until he, too, came. She shuddered and held the cushions with a death-grip.

  The relief from the orgasm was short-lived. The physical release left behind a wake of relaxation, but the emotional residue clobbered her.

  “Was the wait worth it?”

  He gathered her hair and held it back.

  She’d never experienced anything so profound. He’d devastated her, yet she ached to turn to him for comfort. How the hell was she supposed to sort through this whole thing? She’d wanted to experience the things she put her subs through, but nothing could have prepared her for the stunning reality.

  “Hmm?” he asked.

  Her first reaction was to fire off a smart-ass comment, but she was aware he’d brought the penis gag upstairs. She’d promised to try to be more honest, but the cost to her defenses was steep. It took all her courage to admit the truth. “It was fabulous, Damien.”

  He withdrew his cock and eased out his fingers before helping her up and turning her to face him. “I’ll draw you a bath.”

  “Shouldn’t I be doing that for you?”

  “And you can peel my grapes while you’re at it,” he said.

  She hadn’t thought of that, that he might expect her to cook and clean for him. Wasn’t that part of what a sub was supposed to do? What the hell did she really know beyond a Friday or Saturday night hook-up?

  “I’m self-sufficient, Milady. I don’t need a housekeeper or personal chef. And I know my way around the grocery store. I even know how to operate all household appliances.”

  “It’s kind of creepy how you do that. Read my mind.”

  “Wish I could say that I had that kind of talent, but your face is expressive. You gasped when I made the grape comment.”

  She followed him into the bedroom, and he invited her to select one of his
T-shirts while he went into the bathroom.

  “I thought you wanted to keep me naked.”

  “Most of the time,” he called back over the sound of running water. “But I also don’t want you to catch a chill.”

  Catrina opened one of the drawers and selected a T-shirt from the bottom of the pile. She went with a soft, well-worn one.

  “I have some without holes in the hem.”

  “This is comfortable.”

  “Good enough for me.”

  “I need something for my hair.”

  “I’ll be right with you.”

  She sank into the bath water while he left the room. He came back holding the clip triumphantly.

  “Thanks for remembering it.”

  “It was tangled with your stockings,” he admitted.

  She bent her head while he piled her hair atop her head. “You’re hired,” she told him.

  “I could play with your hair all day.”

  Damien showered while she soaked.

  Sharing the bathroom like this was unique for her, and she lay back and enjoyed the warmth and the fact he was so near.

  “Next time, I’ll shower before you drain the water heater,” he said a few minutes later.

  She opened her eyes as she sat up to see he’d wrapped a white towel around his hips. His raven-dark hair curled at his nape. Beads of water clung to his torso. Was there anything sexier? “I should apologize,” she said, “but this feels too wonderful for me to be sorry about your cold shower. I’m afraid my muscles would have been sore without the bath.”

  “Are you playing the poor-me card?”

  She grinned. “Would it work?”

  “Like a charm. You can have all the baths you want.”

  He took a towel from the linen closet and wrapped her in it when she climbed out of the tub.

  Although they hadn’t spent a lot of time together, she was already expecting him to hold her and give her a kiss, which he did after releasing the clip from her hair. The dichotomy he represented fascinated her. Strong and tough yet soothing and responsive.

  In the bedroom, she reached for his T-shirt.

  “I’ll keep you warm,” he said, plucking the material from her fingers and tossing it on the end of the bed.

  “So I’m sleeping with you?”

  “You’ve behaved well enough for me not to cuff you to the headboard. And definitely well enough not to make me tie you to the footboard.”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Try me.”

  Again, the combination of rigidity that contrasted with his protectiveness. It kept her off-balance. “You mean it.”

  “Every word, Milady. Never forget I’m a Dom.”

  As if she could.

  * * * *

  “How was your lesson?”

  Catrina wiggled her upper body to better prop her bare shoulders against the headboard and regarded Damien over the rim of her coffee cup. He’d awakened her by wafting the steam near her nose. Smart man.

  He’d helped her sit up, then offered her the brew.

  She’d taken a sip and sighed in bliss. He’d made the coffee the way she liked, which meant it was strong enough to dissolve a spoon.

  He moved to the far side of the bedroom and sat on the window sill.

  She wasn’t sure how long he’d been up. Long enough to dress in a pair of jeans and—God help her—nothing else.

  Even if he hadn’t reminded her of the sex they’d had last night, the first sight of him would have brought it back. “I thought you weren’t a morning person,” she said, stalling.

  “I was thinking of reinforcing it if you hadn’t learned it well.”

  Unbelievably, his words aroused her.

  “I woke up craving your pussy,” he told her. “Yesterday I fucked you from behind. This morning I want to see your face as you cry out my name.”

  “That’s not—”

  “You screamed last night.”

  “I didn’t.” She sipped and noticed that her shaking hand made the coffee slosh. “Did I?”

  “Yeah. Sweetest music I’d ever heard. I’ll give you five minutes.”

  She frowned in question.

  “Finish your coffee. Do whatever you need to in the bathroom. Put a condom on the nightstand and be on your back on the mattress, knees over the edge, legs spread as wide as you can get them.”

  Without another word, he left the room.

  Knowing he meant what he said, she took a big gulp, wincing as the heat scalded her mouth.

  She dashed into the en suite and was touched when she saw he’d laid out a brand new toothbrush for her. She found a washcloth in the linen closet and scrubbed off her remaining make up. The eyelashes would last a few more days.

  The box of condoms was still on the hearth, but he wasn’t in the living room. For not being a morning person, he went to work early, even on a Sunday.

  Just under the allotted time, she lay back, naked.

  He kept her waiting, and she was sure he did it on purpose to let her mind turn somersaults.

  She took a few steadying breaths, then attuned her hearing to listen for him.

  Despite hearing nothing, she stayed where she was.

  “What a good girl.”

  She froze. How the hell had he entered without her hearing, and how long had he been there? “Do you have a camera in here?”

  “Our bedroom is a sanctuary, Catrina. No cameras. When we’re in our suite, I share you with no one.”

  “So that means you were standing there, watching me,” she said.

  “Always. I told you there’d be no privacy.”

  She gripped the sheets, unsure if he meant that as a threat or a promise.

  “Part your labia, Milady. Use both hands.”

  Trembling, she took hold of each pussy lip and pulled it back.

  “Keep your legs right where they are while I spank your pussy.”

  “But…” She closed her eyes, remembering this was supposed to be a lesson.

  “Unless you need a spreader bar?”

  “I’ll stay in position.” She jerked when he abraded her clit.

  Nothing but the sounds of their combined breathing disturbed the atmosphere. Even though she’d been moist as she’d prepared for him, she was now dry.

  It was difficult, but she kept her hands in place.

  He pulled back the skin to expose her clit. She tightened her buttocks. He didn’t reprimand her, and he didn’t do anything else for a long time, just kept her there, exposed in the most terrifying way.

  Thinking about him.

  Her heart raced, but she remained where she was.

  He touched her clit with a fingertip that was warm and moist. She should have known his touch would be kind—should have—but hadn’t.

  He gave her pussy a couple of gentle swats, enough to help her relax. Then a few more to arouse her, then a few more that made her cry out from the sudden shock, then several open-handed, hard slaps that hurt so fucking bad that it turned her on.

  “God. Damn.” She started to pull her hands away so she could protect her cunt, but she kept them in place.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Your cock. Put it in me, Damien.” She writhed, silently urging him to hurry.

  “So pretty, all swollen and red.”

  “And wet.”

  “It is, isn’t it?”

  She felt his tongue on her, soothing and exciting. “Please, please.”

  “Hands above your head.”

  His sheathed cock was at her entrance, but then he took hold of his penis and moved it across her pussy, teasing her with it.

  “I’m going to go crazy,” she warned him.

  “You’re thinking about yourself.”

  He was right. She was at such a fevered pitch, she was no longer considering him. “Yes, Damien,” she said. Her resolve to concentrate on his pleasure lasted for all of three seconds before she lifted her hips to envelop him as he thrust forward. “Yes,” she sai
d around a gasp.

  “Look at me.”

  She opened her eyes.

  His face was only inches from hers. His blue eyes had never seemed so compelling, and she couldn’t look away. He placed her wrists one on top of the other and encircled them with one of his hands.

  “You can come after I do.”

  “Not sure I can wait that long.”

  “It’ll be two days before I let you climax again if you don’t follow my instructions.”

  “You’re dastardly.”

  He grinned, and it made him seem all the more intimidating. “I could screw you for the rest of the morning, Milady.”

  “Please don’t.” She was already fighting back an orgasm with every breathing technique she’d ever learnt. The way he held her and fucked her blazing cunt had her teetering on the precipice.

  Damien used his free hand to play with her nipples, driving her mad.

  She felt desperate to close her eyes, certain it could help break the bond.

  “Look at me,” he reminded her.

  Instead of fighting, she kept her gaze fastened on him, drinking in strength from the set of his jaw. She met his surges and whimpered with each one.

  “Beautiful,” he said. “So beautiful in your surrender.” He released her wrists and pushed a thumb against her clit.

  “Damien! Damien,” she pleaded.

  “Legs around my waist.”

  The change in positions gave her moment of respite, but ultimately it put him deeper inside her.

  “Now.” He impaled her then jerked inside her a few times, his ejaculate pulsing from his body.

  Using her calves as leverage, she ground out her own orgasm, sobbing as she splintered from the inside out.

  “You’re an apt student,” he said when she turned her face to look at him.

  “The teacher provides plenty of motivation, though it might be fun to stay after class.”

  He pulled out and helped her get back on the bed properly. “Rest for a minute,” he said, and joined her, tucking her head beneath his chin.

  Across her body, his arm felt heavy, and she didn’t mind.

  “I’ve decided I’ll go to Denver with you today.”

  She rolled over so she could look at him. “What happened to sending Jeff?”

  “He has the day off, and I didn’t know that until I checked the schedule this morning. And before you suggest it, you’re not going alone. You’ll spend too much time inside your head and freak out.”