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“Stop hiding from me,” he said, digging his fingers into her soft skin hard enough he knew she’d have finger shaped bruises on her thighs tomorrow. Good. The sooner she learned the consequences of trying to keep her body from him, the better. “Relax.”
Anya whimpered in the back of her throat and relaxed her legs.
“Better. Now behave. You might actually enjoy this.”
Once again Daniel brought his lips to Anya’s clitoris and gently sucked on it. As he made love to her with his mouth, he brought two fingers to her body and slowly started to work them into her tight vagina.
She stiffened as before but didn’t attempt to close her legs. Good girl. She could be taught. Slowly, he pushed into her, nearly groaning aloud as her wet warmth surrounded his fingers.
Carefully he spread his fingers apart inside her, hoping to open up her tight passage for him. But she tasted so good, so tart and sweet and womanly, that he almost forgot this act wasn’t the sole reason they’d stolen Kingsley’s room. Through the haze of his own desire Daniel heard Anya starting to enjoy his lips and tongue on her. She whimpered and gasped, then lifted her hips to push herself harder against his mouth.
Daniel took that and the wet heat inside her as a sign that she was as ready as she could be for him. He pulled away and covered her body with his own. Immediately Anya wrapped her legs around his naked back. The heels of her shoes cut into his skin, a delicious little agony.
He gathered her delicate wrists in one hand and pressed them over her head. The veil of contented submission had fallen across her eyes again. She looked calm, peaceful, almost drowsy with lust. He wanted her just like that when he entered her. A thousand things went through his mind that he wanted to say to her at that moment. But for her own sake he said nothing, merely let her relax into subspace, as he opened her up wide with his fingertips and started to push inside.
Anya’s half-closed eyes flew open wide and she let out a cry of obvious agony. With a groan of frustration Daniel pulled back and away from her.
“Non,sir. Please.” Anya rolled up and wrapped her arms around her knees looking nervous as a child. “I’m sorry. Please don’t stop.”
“Don’t apologize for being in pain. And a gun to my head wouldn’t stop me now.”
Daniel knelt down and pulled a silver case out from under Kingsley’s bed. The other cases called to him but he knew tonight was not the night to introduce Anya to the crop or the flogger. He snapped open the lid and found exactly what he wanted. Anya had confessed her need to be restrained during sex. But flat on her back underneath him, she would have no chance to control the pain of penetration.
Daniel stood up and Anya’s eyes went wide as she saw the handcuffs. He raised his chin, stared down at her, and spun the silver cuffs in his hand—a little trick that always raised Maggie’s heart rate. It seemed to have a similar effect on Anya.
“By the headboard,” he said. “Go.”
Anya crawled to the head of the bed. That body of hers…on her hands and knees, crawling. Soon he would teach her the beauty of crawling for him.
Daniel shed the rest of his clothes and crawled across the bed to meet her. He sat with his back to the headboard and gripped Anya by the waist. She laughed a little as he lifted her onto his lap.
“Right hand.”
Anya raised her arm and gave her hand to him. He kissed the pulse point on her wrist before slapping the cuffs on her. Before she could even think of protesting he hooked the handcuffs through the metal bar on Kingsley’s headboard, grabbed Anya’s left wrist and cuffed it, too. Now she sat on his thighs in front of him, handcuffed to the bed. He might be imprisoned by her arms at each side of his head but he knew of no prison he’d rather spend his whole life inside.
“Beautiful…the most beautifulQuébécoisein the world,” he said, tracing the outline of her body with his hands. Groaning, Anya’s head fell back as Daniel took her by the waist. He raised her nipples to his lips and sucked lightly on them. Once more he pushed two fingers inside her. He opened his fingers wide while with his other hand he guided the tip to her wet entrance.
“I’m so ashamed,” she whispered as she arched her back pushing her breasts into his chest.
“Of what?”
“I’m in love…with a Canadian.”
“Imagine how I feel,” Daniel said as he kissed her chest, right over her heart. “I’m about to make love to Celine Dion.”
She laughed and he laughed and when they were done laughing, they kissed. And when they were done kissing, Daniel guided Anya to his cock and held her hips as she lowered herself onto him. Their eyes locked and he said nothing, did nothing but let her own courage and body weight bring her down onto him.
“Go as slow as you need to. Breathe.”
Nodding she closed her eyes and breathed through her nose in short bursts. She took an inch, stopped to breathe, took another inch, breathed again.
“I’m sorry,” she said again. “It hurts much less this way. But it’s still…”
Daniel cupped her face and kissed her lips. “You’re doing fine, Anya.”
“I want…I want all of you. Please…help me, sir.”
Sliding his hands down her body, Daniel decided quicker might be better. He wrapped his fingers around her hips and held her steady. Once more he met her scared, wide amber eyes. Then he pushed up and into her, taking her virginity with one thrust.
