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He saw a quick flicker of hurt flash through her eyes, but it was immediately pushed aside by unmistakable anger. She quickly knelt up, letting his now free, hard cock slap back against his muscular stomach with a wet plop. He could see he’d made a tactical mistake with his careless comment.
“Seriously? This coming from the man who had to use a condom last night because he’s been with so many other women, he might put me at risk. Can you say ‘hypocrite’?” There were almost visible sparks flying off Tiff as she let him have it.
Lukus was stunned into a brief silence. He was not exactly sure who he was most angry with at the moment—himself for being such an insensitive clod, or Tiffany for daring to talk to him in that sassy tone. He had to take a deep breath to collect his thoughts before he made things even worse.
When he spoke, he was back in control. “Be careful, little girl. You may be right—I was an ass to say that, but that doesn’t give you the right to talk to me in that tone.”
“The hell it doesn’t, Lukus. I realize you may be used to women cowering at your feet, ready to blindly do your bidding without talking back, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to actually earn the right to expect that from me. You were right last night and Ilovedthat you didn’t let me get away with sulking and acting like a jealous bitch. Well buddy, the shoe’s on the other foot. I’m not gonna let you get away with purposefully hurting or humiliating me. If you say something stupid, I’m going call you on it—inorout of the bedroom. I think you need to decide if you’re going to be able to live with that.”
To help make her point, Tiff crossed her arms in front of her chest as she glared down on Lukus lying before her. She was clearly waiting to see if he was going to acquiesce. As they had their showdown, he detected an increasing trembling in her limbs, yet she somehow managed to maintain her composure while staring down at him.
Damn, she’s good at this.
He should have been furious with her for talking to him like she did, for standing up to him and in his bedroom—hell, in hisbed, no less. As Lukus truthfully examined his emotions, he found fury was not among the dangerous mix of feelings coursing through him. Anger, yes, but not all of it was aimed at the beautiful blonde with the sex-messed hair and swollen lips who was not-so-patiently waiting for a reply.
More than anger, he had to acknowledge the strongest sentiment coursing through him was excitement that he’d found a woman with an amazing mix of strength and submission, of tenacity and vulnerability, of lusty sexiness and tender innocence. How she managed to wrap all of the divergent parts of herself together in that amazingly beautiful wrapper was a mystery to Lukus, but he knew one thing for damn sure—he’d be the biggest idiot ever to let her get away from him. With that simple realization, a strange calm settled into the Dom’s chest and he knew what he needed to do.
“Tiffany. You’re right. I’m sorry.”
She could barely contain her surprise at his words. Her deflating sigh exposed just how afraid she’d been that her gamble would cost her a budding relationship. Now that she’d won, she looked unsure how to proceed.
It was clear to Lukus she hadn’t expected him to apologize, and it made him even more glad he had. He took advantage of her momentary confusion to take back control. Quickly sitting up and hugging her to him, he managed to roll them over to the far side of the king-sized bed, trapping Tiffany beneath him, their faces just a few inches apart.
“Now, Miss O’Sullivan, I’d like to get back to where we were before I carelessly ruined the mood. I love that you woke me up like that and I’m sorry I had a moment of—what did you call it last night—being a green-eyed twit? Can we agree I’m more like a green-eyed lion? My roar can be a bit much at times, I know. And anyway, ‘twit’ just doesn’t seem to fit me at all.” He let a mischievous smile play at his lips as he sought to win her over, and knew she’d forgiven him when she taunted him back.
“I think I’ll stick with a shark—a rather large-toothed, green-eyed, circling shark. I still feel like I’m swimming in the deep end of the tank with every conversation we have, Lukus.”
Lukus let his smile turn predatory. “Well, you’re proving to be an excellent swimmer, baby. Never fear. You’re safe from the shark, at least for now.”
Lukus swooped in to capture her mouth in a tender kiss and then was surprised when she tried to pull away.
“Hold on. I need to go brush my teeth. I have morning breath.”
“Who the hell cares? So do I. Anyway, it’s time to restart where you left off with my morning wake-up call.”
Lukus rolled off Tiff to lie on his back, giving her access to his semi-hard erection again. When she didn’t move to resume his blowjob, he turned in time to see her with a naughty smile adorning her face.
“I see. You’re gonna play hard to get now, is that it?”
“Well things didn’t work out so hot when I took charge.”
“I can solve that problem.”
Lukus rolled, quickly lifting Tiffany’s arms above her head. “Hold onto the headboard rails, baby. Don’t let go.”
He added another pillow under her head, lifting her face to a forty-five degree angle from the bed. Moving to the head of the bed, he swung his leg over Tiffany’s body in a way that put his cock right in front of her mouth. He looked down, his eyes locking with Tiffany’s own lust-filled gaze as he held onto the headboard himself to keep from putting too much weight on her. He liked that this position put him in complete control over not only the tempo, but also the depth of his thrusts into Tiffany’s waiting mouth.
Placing the tip of his cock against her lips, Lukus coaxed her. “Open up, baby.”
She opened her mouth slightly, sticking her tongue out to tentatively lick his dick. He allowed her time to become accustomed to the position before pushing forward, forcing several inches of expanding flesh into her warm mouth. She hadn’t taken her eyes off his and once again, he could see the emotions racing across her face.
Several minutes went by with Lukus slowly… gently… playing with Tiff, allowing her plenty of time to lick and suck while he enjoyed the slow build up. The growing intimacy between them was working its magic to connect them in ways much more profound than skin deep. There was something special about staring into the eyes of this amazing woman as she had his cock in her mouth. It shook a deep, dormant place awake inside Lukus. He’d had dozens of women perform this very same act on him over the years, but not once had it felt like this. In the past, it’d always been about two things—dominance and sexual release. Today, there was an important third ingredient added to the mix; it was the unfamiliar emotional connection to Tiff that was making it extraordinary.
Her eyes broadcasted when she was ready for more. He began to push farther with each thrust, holding himself deeper inside her mouth and waiting longer after each pass before pulling out. Lukus watched her reactions carefully. He was trying to gauge her comfort level, looking for the moment where she’d panic because she couldn’t breathe freely or when she began to gag on his tool. Lukus’s job as a Dom was to push her justpastthat line.
When Tiff closed her eyes, he quickly corrected her. “Open. Always open, baby.”
Tiff immediately complied. Her pupils flared at his command. Her submissive expression gave an addictive rush to the Dom. He needed more. “That’s it. You need to trust me now. I’m gonna push you, but know I’ll never hurt you.”
