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He dropped his gaze to hers, staring into her dazzling eyes. “My preferences are simple: Respect goes far with me. So keep that in mind.” Closing hi
s body against hers, he added, “Don’t hold back vocally with me. I like to hear how good I’m making you feel.”
“Yes, sir.”
She started trembling, and that encouraged him, as he now knew this was her body’s indication of her excitement. He lowered his voice, sensing a similar intense need running through him. If she reacted like this without sexual touches, how would she react once he got her deep into a scene? He wanted to find out. “As we discussed, the corset can stay, but the panties must go.”
With no hesitation on her part, she removed her panties and handed them to him. That simple action told him much more about her than words ever could. She had been trained by an experienced Dom.
Her panties always belonged to her Dom.
He tucked her lacy panties into his pocket and took a step back. “Widen your legs. Fingers laced behind your head.”
She responded instantly, and he allowed himself the right to admire her. Her pubic hair was trimmed, just as he liked it. The corset made her waist thin and her breasts popped out of the top, squishing them together and calling for his tongue to dive in their depths. Even if he preferred her out of that corset with her entire body available to him, she did look beautiful in it.
Her insistence on wearing the corset indicated to him that she was keeping him at a distance. She was telling him he needed to earn her trust, and that was something he didn’t mind working for. In fact, he rather liked knowing that he had to procure a few things.
It kept the game interesting.
He strode around her, getting a view of her fine ass. Round and perfect for a hand to slap. So nice that he couldn’t help himself from squeezing the flesh and giving it a light tap. She moaned deeply, almost yearningly.
Mary stunned him with her beauty. He couldn’t understand why a submissive as trained as Mary appeared to be had been out of the lifestyle for so long. Yes, he held sympathy for her husband’s passing, but four years was a long time to be without a Dominant’s touch.
A touch that a submissive needed in her life.
More so, a woman this connected to her sensuality should have indulged sooner, but why hadn’t she? Mary was an intriguing woman he wanted to explore. She kept some parts hidden from him, and that increased her appeal, whether she realized it or not. Nearly all submissives hadn’t hidden as much as Mary did, or pushed against his mastery like she had, but they also hadn’t revealed so much without words.
She’s an interesting little one.
Moving to her front, he noticed her pinkish cheeks and her swollen lips, which were all invitations for him to take what he wanted. He cupped her chin and shamelessly took her into his kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth and she immediately caught up with him. Running his hand over her cheek, he tangled his fingers into her hair and deepened his affection.
Rough and raw, he gave Mary what she needed. He sensed in the way she arched into him that she’d longed for someone to treat her not so gently, but to treat her like a woman who was desired. A woman who wouldn’t break under his rough hand, but would soar into pleasure.
Her kiss told him all he needed to know about her. She gave him everything, so much it made him pause. It wasn’t only her lips following his; it was the way she sank into his hold. The emotion that came through her embrace, and the soft mewls she gave.
She kissed in a way that wasn’t an offer—rather, like she belonged to his touch. He withdrew his tongue from her mouth, stopping the sensual dance, then nipped her bottom lip, igniting her gasp.
Keeping his fingers tight in her hair, he looked into her dark, lustful eyes. “You hide nothing in your kiss. Quite the contrary to what you say.”
A heady sadness crossed her features. “I simply need to be reminded how to trust, sir.”
He gazed deeply at her, as it almost seemed like Mary was two different people. In his touch, she melted right into him without hesitation. With words, she hid and avoided him. “Ah, darlin’.” He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, and, not surprising him, she drew his digit into her mouth and sucked hard. Oh, this would be an unforgettable night. “I think you need a lot more than that.”
Chapter Four
His touch…
His words…
They were all so familiar, so similar to what Charles used to say to her. Exactly how Charles used to touch her. More important, how Charles always made her feel. Mary’s mind raced to catch up as her body was tossed into a carnal state of lust that she couldn’t control, nor did she want to.
She had craved this for so long—to feel the hands of a Dominant, but just as she tumbled into the sensation, her heart recoiled…only remembering her Dom.
At Chains, Mary fought to take it all in. Dark atmosphere, with BDSM equipment located throughout the room, with screams of pleasure and pain washing over, and her stomach fluttering with nerves. She’d never done anything so sexually bold before in her twenty-three years, but after meeting Charles her small world had been forever changed. Even now, the shaking of her hands wasn’t all from nervousness, as heady warmth slid into her loins.
Mary wanted him to take her in front of an audience. She longed to feel the soft leather of a flogger, in the same way that she’d seen other Doms do to their submissives in the club. More than anything, she craved to be the woman that Charles set his intense focus on and took into euphoria.
Next to the spanking bench, Charles slowly circled her, as the warm air brushed against her naked skin. “I know your limits. I won’t overstep them.” Limits that were put into her agreement that she had to sign when she joined the club two weeks ago. Charles had requested she only watch and learn the ropes, so to speak. Now he had said she was ready to play.
