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He thought he needed violence, when what he really needed was something that made sense. This made sense.
"That's my boy," she crooned. She freed her hands from the loose hold of the belt and stroked his head, her breath catching. God he was good at this, his tongue and lips working so well together. "Oh, baby, keep doing that. Your gorgeous mouth. That's it..."
It didn't take long, this first time. The violence, the need in them both, shot her right into a powerful climax. She let herself go up and over, and made sure he heard it, what he could do to her. She grabbed his shoulders, clawing at him, and brought him up her body, her palms spreading out on his chest, gaze dropping to the jeans.
"Off. All of it."
He stood up and obeyed, standing over her. In that position, the tide could change back to him and his demons, but she didn't allow it. She gazed up the length of his body, letting him see how much she liked what she saw. How she owned him, head to toe. When their gazes met, she spoke. "Put me on the bed."
Setting aside his clothes, he bent and lifted her. She looped her arms around his shoulders, put her face in the curve of his throat and bit him lightly. He swayed, and she flattened her palm on his back, sweeping over the broad expanse. "Put me on the bed," she repeated.
Moving to it, he slid a knee onto the mattress, and lowered her. When he released her, he did so reluctantly, but he straightened and moved back, standing at the foot of the bed, between her feet, as if he didn't trust himself to be too close. Or as if he were waiting for his Mistress to take further control. Direct his actions, because he didn't know where to go from here.
His vision had gone bright and hazy at once. Like his eyes were full of unshed tears, though they were dry. He kept staring at her, not moving. Except for one hand, slightly twitching against the foot she'd propped onto the bed, her knee bent.
She slid down to the end of the mattress and sat up, her legs flanking him, dangling on either side. Enclosing him in her arms, she slid her hands up over his ass, the small of his back. Using the pressure of that embrace, she bumped him a step closer and put her lips against his upper abdomen. His cock was pressed between her breasts and his stomach. It was
temptingly close to her mouth.
He cupped the back of her head, oddly tentative. But what was moving inside him wasn't ready to let him be gentle. His hand dropped to her hair, clutched and then jerked, making her look up at him. His mouth had become a hard line, eyes cold.
"I want to try topping, like you said."
"Oh?" She tugged against his grip to prop her chin on his abs and blinked, wide-eyed. "So what do you want...Master?"
His lips curled. "Suck my cock. On your knees."
She shook her head. "No." And went back to kissing his stomach, ignoring the steel shaft nestled in her cleavage, the testicles pressed below her rib cage.
His biceps bunched into a knot against her temple. She added a teasing trail of her tongue along the ridges of muscle. Stretching up to his nipple, she closed her lips over it for a tiny nip. He shuddered, and let out a noise, half snarl, half groan. "You said I should try topping."
"I said that when I was letting you figure out your way, figure out your own bullshit. Not tonight. Tonight you need a light in the storm. You're all darkness, baby. Let me lead the way."
As she tipped her head back to look into his face, she gripped his wrist and squeezed. "Duncan," she said with soft firmness. "Obey your Mistress. Trust her, if only for this."
His grip loosened. She let him go too, using elbows, ass and feet to sensually slither back toward the head of the bed. As she stretched out, she spread her thighs, drifting fingertips along the inner track to caress the damp arousal he'd already left there. "Bring that fine mouth back to my cunt. I want you there again. Soft and easy, because I'm still sensitive. Show me that you can build me back up again. Then I'm going to want you inside me."
He pressed his lips together. From the obvious struggle with his emotions, she expected more fencing with words. She didn't expect what he said next, especially when he spoke out of stiff lips, his eyes still brittle and not particularly kind. "I wish I could do that without a condom."
"So do I." She cocked her head. "There've been hookups at the fight, right? Women all worked up, watching strong men being violent with one another. They'd come on to you afterward, fucking you in your car or theirs, right? Sometimes you didn't even make it to the parking lot. Just did it in the alley. It worked for you because they were hot and demanding, like a Mistress would be. Telling Rabid to fuck them. Fuck them hard."
His gaze lifted from her body to her eyes. "Don't ever call me that."
He'd intended to make it sound like a threat, a warning. But she heard the plea beneath it. "I never will," she said softly.
"I always wore protection." His jaw flexed. "I wouldn't lie about that."
"No. I didn't expect you would. But something has you hesitating to be inside me without a condom. Maybe because that's a big step. It says a whole lot."
"Yeah." But that wasn't entirely it, or maybe he just hadn't gotten to that concern, because another was in line in front of it. She could tell from the shift of his gaze. Moving her hand onto her pussy, she began to stroke and play. Most men couldn't be led around by their cocks unless they wanted to be, no matter popular notions to the contrary. But there were men closer to their animal instincts than others, and Marius was one of those, particularly right now. She couldn't lead him by the cock, but she could use it to distract and unbalance him. A form of truth serum, so to speak. A serious smile touched her lips, her heart aching at how his gaze clung to her hand, what she was offering him behind it.
"Tell me, sweet boy," she said. "Then you can come have as much of this as you want."
"I want to be sure." The fist clenching thing, evidence he was fighting something inside himself. "I want...to keep you safe."
"Okay." It was an effort to keep her voice even, to not betray how the honest admission moved her. "Go get tested next week and be sure. But if you do that, there will be one more condition to being inside me, nothing between us."
She paused, because she wanted to make sure he heard her next words, branded them inside his head. "You're mine exclusively. Until I say otherwise."
