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Jace groaned as he seated himself fully inside her then drew back, rocking her against the table with each thrust, the movement providing perfect stimulation to her clit. “You’re so beautiful like this, Evan. Bound and pleading for release. Even if you didn’t feel like heaven around my cock, I could come just looking at you.”
Her breaths were coming short and fast now, his words only pushing her higher, her orgasm rushing toward her like a freight train. His pace increased, pistoning into her with the singular focus of launching them into the stratosphere.
She fought hard, clinging to the last vestige of control she had over her orgasm, the double assault of sensation barreling her toward oblivion. She balled her fists tighter, her fingernails digging into her palms.
He moved a second finger inside her back opening as he fucked her hard and fierce. Her senses shorted out—the smack of skin against skin, the scent of sweat and arousal, and Jace inside her all twining into a ball of pulsing light behind her eyelids. She couldn’t hold on.
“Now,” Jace demanded, his own dwindling control lacing his voice. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you let go.”
“Jace!” A rough scream ripped out of her chest and metal clanged as she reared up against her bindings and let the orgasm sweep her under. Dots of color exploded in her vision and for a moment, she lost all sense of where she was.
“Oh, fuck . . . Yes.” Jace’s groan soon joined with hers as he buried deep and gave her his own pounding release.
His body collapsed against her when he was finished, the two of them a heaving pile of sweat-slicked, shaky limbs.
Seconds passed. Or was it minutes? Evan wasn’t sure. All she was sure of was that Jace was draped across her back, his cock still inside her, and she’d never felt so sated in her life.
She’d always enjoyed sex, but this was something unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She had no idea it could be so intense, so all-encompassing. So fucking good.
Jace kissed the back of her shoulder. “You okay?”
“Um, I think so?” she said, her voice hoarse.
He gave a little laugh, his chest bouncing against her back before he pushed up and off her. He slipped off her blindfold. “Let me get cleaned up real quick, and I’ll come get you out of these bindings.”
He left her alone for a minute, and she heard the sink turn on and off, then he was back at her side, clad in a pair of pajama pants, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. He freed her wrists, helped her off the table, and slipped a fluffy terrycloth robe around her before settling her onto the bed.
He sat on the edge of the mattress and stared down at her, looking like he had loads to say but was holding it all in. She reached out and touched his mouth. “Why are you fighting that shit-eating grin?”
He smirked beneath her fingertips. “’Cause I don’t want to get all teenage boy, ‘wow that was awesome’ on you. It could kill my bad-ass dom reputation.”
She laughed, suddenly feeling less self-conscious about what had just transpired. This was the Jace she remembered—the quick with a joke, lighthearted guy. “Don’t worry, your reputation is intact. And yeah, that was . . . something.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Something, huh? As in something you enjoyed or something that totally freaked you out?”
She touched her throat. “I think that answer is pretty obvious. I may not have a voice tomorrow.”
He rubbed a thumb over her bottom lip. “I love how vocal you are. It’s hot. But I just want to make sure you’re okay since you’re new to all this.”
She shrugged. “Maybe I’m little weirded out that I liked it that much. I’m not exactly a person who enjoys taking orders in everyday life. It’s one of the reasons I went into business for myself.”
He nodded. “Yeah, you’ll find that people’s everyday personalities don’t always match their sexual ones. There are a lot of CEOs wearing collars around here, not to mention mild-mannered librarian-types brandishing whips. You just never know. You are what you are.”
She threaded the belt of the robe between her fingers, staring down at it. “So is that how you see it? You’re either built this way or not?”
“Yes, that’s what I believe, but . . .” He put his hand over her fidgeting ones. “Don’t get stressed out already, okay? Just because you enjoyed what we did doesn’t necessarily mean you’re a submissive.”
She raised her gaze to him.Author: Roni Loren
“It just means you’re hella kinky,” he said with a broad smile. “And of course, that I’m a kickass lover.”
She burst out laughing and shoved his chest. “Egotistical asshole.”
“Comes with the territory, babe. I didn’t land on the dom side of things by chance.” He climbed off the bed and stretched. “I’m going to run you a bath. The rest of tonight is for relaxing.”
She yawned. “You don’t have to do that. I can take care of it.”
He stepped back and shook his head. “No, I’ve put you through your paces, and it’s my job to see that you’re attended to. Part of the pleasure of being a dom is taking care of a sub after she’s served so well.”
