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She giggled softly but didn’t sa
y anything further. She simply looked at him with those deep blue eyes, and her lips parted. He reminded himself not to go at her like a teenage boy high on lust, but to go slow and to remember she was sore and achy.
He gently cupped her face and gave her the lightest of all kisses, pleased at the soft purring sound she made in her throat and how she inched closer to him.
“There we go,” he whispered. “Look at you, all obedient and quiet. Such a good girl.”
“I wouldn’t count on it lasting long, Sir.” Her eyes fluttered closed, and she lifted her head, silently asking for another kiss.
He didn’t dream of disappointing her. He brought his lips to hers again, but this time his kiss wasn’t as soft. And neither was the noise she made in her throat. Yet even though his erection was still incredibly hard, he was content for the moment just to kiss her.
There was something to say about taking your time and simply kissing someone, when you didn’t view it as a step on the way to something more but took your time and brought your partner to their knees simply with your mouth.
He deepened the kiss and smiled inside at the little whimper that escaped her. He let his fingers brush the top of her shoulder, and when he brushed the side of her breast with his knuckles, she groaned.
“Please, Sir,” she whispered against his lips. “I need you.”
“None of that, my impatient girl. We have all night and I’m not rushing anything.” Then, to show her he was serious, he moved his hand from her breast and ran it through her hair. “I’m going to take my time pleasuring you.”
She didn’t object again, but allowed him to position her however he liked. First, he moved her to her back, granting him access to her breasts. He lavished attention on both, sucking the nipple of one into his mouth while pinching the other between his thumb and forefinger.
“Look at you,” he said. “Look at how turned on you are by a little pain.” He swept his hand low and let it rest between her legs, dipping only the tips of two fingers into her.
She squirmed a bit, but she surprised him by not doing anything to get more of him inside of her.
“So wet and ready for me and my cock, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, but it mostly came out in moans.
He placed his two fingers at her mouth. “Open. Taste how much you want me.”
She sucked his fingers into her mouth, and the feeling was so incredible, he feared he was seconds away from losing his shit.
“That’s it,” he said. “Get them good and clean. Suck them down like you would my cock.”
Holy fuck.
Each time she sucked his finger, it was like a direct pull on his dick, and even though he’d told her they weren’t going to rush anything, he wasn’t sure he would be able to last much longer.
“Damn, Lynne,” he said. “You’re bringing me to the edge.”
“Only seems fair, Sir, seeing as how you keep me there.”
He slapped her thigh. Forget all night. He wanted inside her now. “That’s it. On your stomach.”
She rolled onto her belly, and he had her lift her butt just a bit. “But keep your legs together,” he said. “You won’t believe how tight you’ll be.”
She mumbled something into the pillow that he thought was a curse, and he almost smiled, but then he noticed her body tremble. Normally, he would assume it was because she was excited and eager, but due to how she’d been out of it the last little bit, he wanted to make sure.
“What color are you, Lynne?”
“Green, Sir,” she replied without hesitation.
He ran his hands down her back. “Why are you trembling?”
“Because I need you so badly, Sir.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her answer was short and clipped. He got the impression she wanted to say more but was probably afraid he’d stop if she became sassy.
“Let’s see if I can fix that,” he said, lining himself up.
He eased the tip of his cock inside her, and her hands fisted in the sheets. He didn’t thrust into her quickly but took his time, going slow and ensuring she felt every inch of him. His eyes damn near rolled to the back of his head.
“Better?” he asked when he was buried all the way inside her.
She wiggled her ass. “Oh, hell, yes, Sir.”
He gave her backside a slap. “I should have brought a plug so I could fuck your ass while I’m enjoying this pussy.”
She mumbled something else into the pillow.
“Enough of that,” he said, with another slap. “If you’re going to say something, say it so I can hear.”
“I said, I’d die of pleasure overdose if you did that, Sir.”
Based on her reaction to the single tail, she’d probably pass out again. “True. We’d better wait on that until I get you acclimated to the appropriate amount of pleasure.”
And speaking of pleasure, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay inside her without moving. “Tell me, Lynne, do I feel different in this position? Can you feel how deep I am?”
She strung several four-letter words together.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, but he couldn’t wait for an answer because his control was shot. He pulled back and then rammed into her. Any prior thoughts he’d had of taking things slow went right out the window when she yelped.
“Fuck, Sir. Harder.”
He dropped all pretense of taking all night and started to pound into her the way they both craved. If she wanted him hard and fast, there wasn’t any part of his body that was going to object to a good, hard fuck. Maybe they’d try for slow and easy another time. Like next year.
Being with Lynne always seemed to bring out the possessive caveman in him and at no time had that ever been more obvious to him than in that moment. She was his sub. His. And he’d be damned if he’d give her up again. It didn’t matter if she was a nanny, or a teacher, or the fucking president of the United States. The world could have the sweet, demure Lynne she showed them. Let them think she was little Miss Innocent with her big blue eyes. He knew her inner, true self. She was a wicked, sexy, dirty girl. She loved sex and she loved it raw and real and nasty. And if there was some pain thrown in, all the better. But more than that, she was all his.
• • •
Lynne’s breathing finally returned to normal. She was on top of Simon, which was odd because she’d definitely been under him. Or at least she was the last thing she remembered. She cracked one eye open and saw him watching her.
“Did I pass out again?” she asked. That was almost as embarrassing as giggling while she was in subspace. Almost.
“I don’t think so,” he said. “Unless I did as well. In which case, we’re highly dangerous when we fuck and we probably shouldn’t do it again.”
He said it with a smile, so she was going to assume he was joking. “I think that’s quite possibly the worst idea you’ve ever had.”
He snorted. “I thought you’d say that.”
The room fell silent, but he was rubbing her shoulder, like he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how to start it. She could almost see the wheels spinning in his head. They matched the way he was stroking her.
“I’ve learned it’s best just to come on out and say it,” she eventually said.
“Say what?”
“Whatever it is you’re thinking about saying.”
“That obvious, am I?”
She pushed up on one elbow and looked down on him with a raised eyebrow. Really?
He laughed. “Okay. I guess I am.”
And still he wasn’t saying anything, but he continued rubbing her shoulder. She’d just about given up when he spoke.
