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He nipped her thigh hard and she gasped in pain, as he added, “I told you last night, you get pleasure when you answer me truthfully the first time.” He lifted his head from her sex and his eyes narrowed. “I also told you to keep your hands on the headboard.”
“Sorry, sir,” she muttered, returning her hands to the metal bars.
“Now answer the question.” His voice was hard.
“I love my job.” She held his stare, yet by his grin she knew he was well aware how aroused she was. How damn needy she was. And perhaps that’s why he did it. Maybe he
was using the only leverage he could to get to know her.
Another long, savoring lick up her folds had her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“Why did you choose that particular medical field?” he asked, swirling his tongue over her clit, making her nearly cross-eyed.
She grasped the headboard tight, angled her chin, and barely managed, “The personal relationships.”
“Ah, that is very sweet.”
She didn’t know if he meant her response or how she tasted. Though she decided she didn’t care as he flicked her clit in a fast rhythm leaving her squirming. Heaviness settled low in her body when his mouth vanished. He kissed her thigh and asked, “I already know you like the water, but what else do you do for fun?”
She could barely lie still, fighting against her desire to grab his head and send him back to her sex. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pinning her to him. She gasped. “The. Theater.”
“I’ve always enjoyed a good musical, too.” His breath brushed across her heated flesh as he kissed her clit. “Seems we have more in common than just how much our bodies react to each other, hmmm?”
Before she could pull away and discount that personal connection between them, keeping things sexual, not intimate, he no longer teased and asked questions. He slid one finger deep inside of her, settling his tongue over her clit and flicking it in a fast rhythm that matched the speed of his finger deep inside her.
Fire stormed into her lower body. Her inner muscles were clenching, as he drove her ecstasy higher. When he added another finger into her wet heat, she became undone. Pleasure overtook her and she writhed against his mouth, pushing against him for a deeper sensation. Yet it wasn’t enough, not quite there…
Needing more, craving her orgasm, she dropped her hands to his head and ground herself against his mouth. His fingers pumped inside her, fast and determined. He wrapped his lips around her bundle of nerves and sucked hard.
Then she was flying.
She bucked and jerked, moaning out in pure erotic euphoria. Each deep contraction of pleasure made her scream out louder, and only Elliott pinning her to the bed kept her still. She fisted his hair and shuddered against his mouth.
By the time her mind returned and the hard shaking of her body faded, she was left panting, a light sheen of sweat covering her skin. Then she realized she had threaded her fingers into his hair, holding him tight against her.
Elliott kissed her swollen clit before he glanced up her body with narrowed eyes. “Mary, where are your hands?”
She blinked out of her hazy state and nearly cursed, realizing her mistake. “On your head, sir.”
A devilish grin played on the corners of his mouth. “While I’ll never complain about you grinding your sweet cunt against my mouth, I do believe I gave you an order.” Darkness stormed into his gaze. “An order that I’m sure you know well enough not to ignore.”
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Elliott grinned at Mary’s wide eyes. Oh, yes, the sub realized her mistake. Good. He reached for the black rope on the nightstand and ran it through his fingers, staring down at her. He looked over her corset, cursing the damn thing. His tongue tingled to lick her breasts, to nibble on her nipple, and to suck it into the roof of his mouth.
He glanced lower over Mary’s creamy white thighs, and he noticed that his cock was standing straight up, veins protruding along the shaft, as desire engulfed him. The sensation of possession he had not felt in a very long time, if ever, stormed across him.
Lust didn’t lie.
A connection to a woman this intense was clear-cut. But Mary continued to keep him at a very safe distance. Though once that busy mind of hers shut off, she gave herself over to him. And it was lovely. He swallowed deeply, glancing into her eyes. There you go, sweetheart. She stared at him openly, and without this barrier he saw every once in a while. The steamy look she gave him now was one he had wondered if he’d ever find: deep, unleashed passion.
Elliott had waited to experience this since his divorce. To meet the one woman who made sense out of why his marriage had failed. To make him feel that ending his marriage was the right thing to do. He had never felt this level of passion with his ex-wife. She had never reacted under his touch like Mary had. But past that, his ex-wife had never given him her submission, not like this.
Not this raw and real.
Certainly not with the level of emotion that Mary offered. In a few special moments that he would never forget, she gave every last piece of her: her body, her mind, and her soul. Elliott knew it wasn’t so much her actions drawing him in; it was a feeling running through him, calling to his Dominance.
Protect her.
