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She wasn’t going to dwell there, because everything about him said he was here with her and only her, and he damn well expected her to stay in the here and now, too. Since waves of arousal were roaring even higher, it wasn’t as difficult as she feared. His words echoed in her head.
The moment you tell me you want to be my submissive, you will have my total and exclusive attention…
Being a Dom was what he was, a non-negotiable, integral part of his relationship with a woman. If he’d said, “The moment you tell me you’re mine, I’m monogamous,” it would have meant the same. She knew that, as surely as she knew what had been missing in her earlier relationships. That empty part of her had always noticed the absence, knowing what should be there.
He curved his hand over her sex and increased his grip over it, as he had at her throat. He used both holds to bring her onto her toes. A cry strangled out over the rocket of sensation between the two points.
When he began to work the heel of his hand against her clit, she was so close to climax. But Brick knew that, too.
“A submissive doesn’t release without her Master’s permission, Les.” He teased her ear with his mouth. When he moved to the area directly below it, she learned his caress there might destroy her defenses, any chance of self-control.
Then he yanked “might” away from her and replaced it with “would.” He began to speak poetry to her.
“From the hungry gnaw that eats me night and day… Singing the true song of the Soul, fitful, at random…
“Singing…
“Of the wet of woods--of the lapping of waves
“Of the mad pushes of waves upon the land…”
A cry came from her, that mad push within, those waves rising. The sensual tone sharpened, pulling her in two directions.
“You hold, doc. You don’t come until my cock is inside you.”
The thought of him taking her, joining with her, could send her over. Yet offering it as an incentive gave her renewed reasons to fight her own body.
“The overture lightly sounding—
“the strain anticipating…”
The bastard was going to kill her. With damn poetry.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please don’t make me go without you inside me.”
“Is that going to happen?”
“Maybe…yes. With you…saying those things…and touching me. Like this.”
He turned her away from him, a pressure on her shoulder directing her to sink down onto trembling knees. Then forward, onto her hands. She couldn’t see him in this position. She heard him slide off the shorts, the light rustle as they hit the floor. He dropped to a knee behind her, pressing it against the inside of her calf so she widened her stance, which made her pulse thud more rapidly.
He put a hand on her back and slid up to her nape, under her hair. Slowly, he wrapped his hand in the thick mass of it. He drew her head up so she was staring straight ahead. His other hand molded the curve of her ass, knuckles trailing down the cleft so he could touch her labia again, fingers pressing between them. They were sucked into her wetness. Her hips jerked, her scalp pulling against his hold.
“How long has it been since you’ve had sex? You were tight on my fingers last night.”
He hadn’t hurt her, though. His gentleness had astounded her. “It’s been…about eight months. One time then. Six months before that, one other time.”
“That’s all?”
“Bart, during my first year of college. He was my first. But I…do stuff for myself, so I’m okay.”
“You’re okay if I say you’re okay.” He eased his fingers in, she couldn’t tell how many, but he stretched her with that curious combination of discomfort and pleasure as she shook under his hold.
“You have the most beautiful cunt.” He withdrew his touch on the startlingly frank comment. Putting both hands on her ass, he lifted her knees off the ground with that grip. Another rough cry broke from her throat as his mouth closed over her sex, tongue invading to swirl and collect her moisture, flick over her clit.
If he hadn’t stopped within seconds, it would have been over, but thank God, he settled her knees back onto the carpet and put his cock at her opening. His broad, blunt head was against her wetness, testing. It took tremendous effort not to push back against him. His hands tightened on her, reinforcing the warning against it.
“You on birth control, Les?”
