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Her mound throbbed, aching and moist. She lifted her head off the headrest, shivering against the leather pinning her to the hard metal beneath her damp flesh. The noise in the club sounded dull compared to her hammering heart.
Only Master Aidan could command her focus like this. She heard nothing or no one but the sound of his footsteps. She sensed only him. Every move he made, everything he did, left her acutely aware of him.
He brushed his hand over her thigh, dragging it up her body before he caught her chin. “Close your eyes.” With hot fingers and a gentle hold he removed the blindfold, damp from her exertion, from around her head.
Her eyes, now free of t
he cloth, wanted to naturally open, but she had no choice, she had to obey him, so she squeezed them tight. She sensed him move in closer as he wiped the sweat off her face. “Look at me.”
Blinking her eyes into focus, her gaze went right to him.
To Aidan.
Under his commanding watchfulness her heart fluttered. Master Aidan’s face was chiseled with ruggedly handsome features and lips that always held a slight curve. She looked directly into his gray eyes and she was mesmerized. The man was more than her Dom, he was perfection. A hardworking, strong, and caring man, the world was a better place with Aidan in it.
He centered her.
She melted into him as his fingertips skimmed her jawline. He gave a small smile. “Very beautiful, luv.”
Her fingers twitched to run through the soft strands of his jet-black hair. She fought the desire to beg him to come closer, so she could explore those hard muscles under his dark T-shirt. But, knowing her place, all she responded with was “Thank you, sir.”
He held her gaze, steady and firm.
Those eyes … those shadowy gray eyes held such depth she wanted to fall into him and never recover. A stare that powerful made her feel safe, as if nothing could ever harm her. As if no one else mattered but her. As if nothing or no one else existed.
The side of his mouth curved. “All right, Cora. Shut your eyes.”
He stepped out of her vision, and her gaze landed on the large rectangular mirror attached to the ceiling. Even if the design he’d drawn with the wax wasn’t clear, he never did anything without purpose. Ultra-awake, rejuvenated by adrenaline, she followed his command and closed her eyes.
In every touch, in every moment under his command, she slid deeper into his control. She sensed his breath tickle her lower lips before his tongue caressed her slit. Lifting her chin, the bindings squeezed her flesh as she fought to move her body in rhythm with his slow licks. Her inner muscles clenched, an intense throb pooling heaviness into her sex.
As his tongue leisurely moved over her folds, she shivered and tightened her hands into fists. The cool metal feel of the cross underneath her eased her as he positioned his mouth over her sensitive flesh. When he sucked hard, her fingernails dug into her palms and her toes pointed. His tongue moved in wicked circles and the intense tickles rippled as she held back conflicting screams trying to escape from her throat.
No more.
God, don’t stop!
A firm finger brushed across her slit and her body clamped down. Her legs and arms quivered beneath the leather binds. He pushed two fingers inside and pumped with speed and force. Another unspoken command washed over her.
“Come. Now.”
When he purposefully but gently bit the hard nub, her breath hitched and her body froze in the highest peaks of ecstasy. With a scream only he could produce, she dropped into ecstasy. Her body vibrated and jerked beneath the bindings, the leather burning against her wrists and legs. Light danced before her closed eyes, and her head whipped from side to side as she tumbled into wave after wave of euphoric pleasure.
When she crashed into shuddering convulsions only three things remained:
Darkness.
Master Aidan.
The light, approving strokes of his fingers up her thigh.
Aidan Knight sensed the members of Club Sin watching their scene, but he remained attentive on Cora. She exuded femininity. She smelled of woman. She tasted of woman. She painted her nails, and she did fancy things with her hair.
If anyone wondered what a perfect submissive looked like, Cora was it. She obeyed his orders. She responded to his pleasure. She gave him total control and quieted her mind when he asked.
She was flawless.
While her beauty sent a deep thud to his groin, the strength she portrayed wrapped around him as a dangerous spell. Cora trusted him, because she trusted herself. She knew who she was and what she wanted. He’d never met a more put-together woman in his life.
