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Gia looked at the two of them in the mirror, her gaze bouncing from her completely exposed body to his face, trying to read him. He remained purposely blank. When she’d submitted and pleased them both, he’d ensure she felt his approval.
Finally, she stepped wide again and wound her hands around to the small of her back. He grabbed them with greedy glee and looped the wide cloth belt around her wrists, loose enough to allow blood to flow, but tight enough to keep her under his control.
Taking her hips in his hands again, he turned Gia to face him. “Pretty. I always like you bound and merciless. Now be a good girl and suck my cock.”
Her breath caught, and she cut her gaze to the dressing room door. They had at least fifteen minutes before anyone interrupted them.
“Focus on me,” he snapped as he unbuckled his belt and slid the button free. The zipper went down with a little hiss.
Gia’s breathing picked up speed. She bit her lip as if nerves dive-bombed her, but her skin flushed and her nipples looked harder than ever. The fear of being caught was part of the game for her. It scared her, but not enough to stop playing.
“Yes, Master.”
The words fell from her lips, an automatic response she’d given to him a thousand times when they’d played at Dominion. He’d always loved hearing her shaky little voice acquiescing to his every dirty demand. But now it meant so much more. Whether Gia intended it or not, she was letting him past her walls, allowing him back into her psyche, trusting him.
The thrill of that raced through him as she lowered herself to one knee, clearly intending to kneel to her task.
“No,” he corrected. “Stand with your legs spread and bend at the waist. I want to see your pussy in the mirror.”
She blinked at him. Somehow, he still managed to shock his little wife every now and then. That always thrilled him.
As he wrapped his hand around his engorged staff, holding it up to her, she began to obey, bending to him slowly. About halfway down, he stopped her with a finger under her chin. “Open your mouth. Let me see how you intend to take me.”
Her lips parted. Her brown eyes darkened. He released her face and filtered his fingers into her hair, bracing around her neck to urge her down.
As she wrapped her plump lips around his cock, he hissed in a breath at the shock of sensation. He focused straight ahead, staring down the line of her back and into the mirror. Every swollen fold of her drenched pussy reflected back at him, pink and scrumptious—and all his.
Gia curled her tongue around his length, worked the head with a series of slow licks and long pulls, then took him deep, right to the back of her throat. Heat. Thrill. Power. Jason felt drunk on them. But his wife intoxicated him most, her aching, almost desperate submission igniting his blood and torching him like gasoline on a bonfire.
“Good, baby. Yes…” He fisted her tresses and guided her to a faster rhythm. “Don’t tease me or you know what will happen.”
She bobbed her head, both nodding her agreement and razing him with a soft glide of lips back up his cock. Her teeth glided over the head. Biting back a moan, he urged her on even faster.
Fuck, she looked pretty and helpless. She sucked him like she wanted nothing but his pleasure. She saturated him in a heady grip of desire. She was…his world. There was no way he was leaving this dressing room until she’d screamed her release.
He tugged gently on her hair. “Stop.”
Gia licked her way to the head of his cock, then glanced up. Their stares met. Her dark eyes looked doe-soft and yearning. He’d tapped into her submissive nature, and now she couldn’t wait to give him more. She pleaded silently, as if she worried that she’d displeased him or that he’d spurn her. Immediately, he put her fears to rest.
Jason locked his lips with hers, breathing her in as he urged her mouth open and tasted her. Why did she reach into his chest and yank without mercy at the damnedest times? He wanted to consume her, shove her against the wall and fuck her madly. But he also wanted to slide his skin against hers, their hearts beating in sync. He wanted her beside him every damn night of their lives. Jason wasn’t exactly sure why he’d fixated on her, but he couldn’t deny the truth.
“Please…”
Gia’s voice cracked. A glance told him that she neared the end of her rope. And if he didn’t want to be interrupted, they were running out of time.
Jason fished a condom from his pocket and shoved it on in seconds before he snagged her arm and pulled her onto his lap, her legs dangling over the sides of the chair. He sought her opening and plunged deep, filling her cunt completely in seconds. Gia gasped sharply.
Because her hands were tied behind her, she had no choice but to rest all her weight on him. She also had no way to pull back. No leverage. No control, and he fucking loved it.
Fingers tightening around her hips, adrenaline and need charged through him as he lifted her up, then used his strength to control her slide down. Slow. Rough. Deep. Her moan shuddered as she tossed her head back. He gritted his teeth and hissed in pleasure. He gave her every inch, every ounce of the heat scalding his cock—and she was going to take it.
“Is this what you wanted?” he growled.
“Yes.” She barely managed the words between pants.
“Does this feel good?”
“God, yes.”
