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“Now,” he commanded, cutting her off. “Now you may come for me.”
With a long, keening wail, she shuddered, her fingers digging into his back as she spasmed beneath him. His body responded in kind, and he came a moment later, her name tumbling from his lips as he let himself go.
When they both were spent, he slid his arms around her and rolled to his back, taking her with him. His cock slipped out of her as she shifted and curled into his side, her soft cheek resting against his chest. She made a soft sound in her throat, almost as if she were purring.
A deep, pleasant exhaustion moved through him, melting his muscles into the mattress as his eyelids closed of their own accord.The closeness of her against him felt like something he’d needed all his life and never known he was without.
With a contented sigh, he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Chapter 27
Lia opened her eyes, for a moment completely disoriented. She was in her own bed, the comforting fairy lights sparkling against the soft drape of fabric. A heavy, masculine arm was around her shoulders and her cheek rested on a smooth, firm chest.
The events of the evening rushed back as she came fully awake. Seeing Beau in the arms of that woman had created a pang ofjealousy so sharp it had felt like being snapped with a rubber band—one big enough to knock her on her ass.
But then, as if she had been starring in her very own romance movie, Beau had appeared at her door, showing a vulnerable side of himself she’d never seen. It couldn’t have been easy for him. Guys weren’t always the best at sharing their deepest emotions, and dominant guys could be even worse.
It had taken courage to show up at his place, but it had taken just as much for him to show up at hers.
Caught as she was beneath Beau’s arm, she couldn’t see the small digital clock she kept on the nightstand. A sliver of moon glowed outside her window. She let her mind drift back over the amazing events of this wild night.
When he’d said those incredibly sexy things about binding her on a cross and piercing her, she’d nearly come on the spot. Somehow, the man had tapped into one of her deepest, sexiest fantasies. Had he meant what he said, or was it just part of his foreplay? Either way, she’d been more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. Period.
She thought back over other men she’d had sex with. Most were forgettable. Of the few she still remembered fondly, rope, cuffs and impact toys had always been a part of the equation. Sometimes she wasn’t sure afterward if it had been the actual guy or simply his skill with BDSM play that had done the trick.
But Beau was the first man who had ever made love to her. The realization was both startling and a little terrifying. “Oh, my god,” she whispered to the sleeping man beside her. “I’m in love with you.”
He continued to breathe deep and even, his chest rising and falling.
Lia carefully eased herself out from under the deadweight of Beau’s arm. “Do you love me, too?” she whispered, her heart suddenly hammering in her chest.
He made a snuffling sound but otherwise didn’t move.
Slow down, she admonished herself as she tiptoed to the bathroom and slid the pocket door silently closed.You spent a week together followed by a week apart. Yes, tonight has been amazing, but you need to slow down and stay where your feet are.
Even as she gave herself this warning, she couldn’t help the bubble of pure joy that rose in her chest. Maybe it was too soon to say it out loud, but the facts were the facts. She wanted to wear his collar and she wanted him to claim her with his needles and his ropes. She was smitten, and there was no going back.
She felt the pleasant soreness of a well-used cunt as she peed and wiped herself. Her stomach rumbled, making her remember she’d been too on edge earlier to eat much dinner. There was a pint of butter pecan ice cream in her tiny freezer with her name on it.
She tiptoed through the bedroom to the kitchenette and retrieved the ice cream along with a spoon. Taking the entire pint to the living room, she plopped down on a beanbag chair. As she spooned the sweet, creamy confection into her mouth, she thought about the incredible intimacy of their first kiss.
At the first touch of his mouth on hers, her body had melted into a pool of butter. As their kisses had grown deeper and more urgent, time had stalled, everything around them disappearing. It was just his lips, his skin, the heat of his body against hers.
She still couldn’t quite believe she’d let him—no, let’s be accurate here—she begged him—to put his mouth on her sex. She could count on the fingers of one hand how often she’d let a guy go down on her. And it wasn’t just because she found their slobbering and over-focus directly on her clit incredibly annoying. No, even when the guy knew what he was doing, something about it had always made her feel nervous and far too vulnerable.
But with Beau…Oh. My. God.She’d nearly died from the intensity of that rolling, endless orgasm. And then he’d entered her with that huge, perfect cock… Normally, a cock that size would have taken some getting used to. But she’d been so slick with desire it had almost been embarrassing. She couldn’t remember ever being more aroused in her life.
Lia became aware of a pulsing throb intensifying between her legs. Rising from the beanbag, she returned to the kitchenette and put what was left of the ice cream back in the freezer.
Beau hadn’t moved from his position on his back, his head turned to the side, eyes closed.
She climbed quietly back into bed and maneuvered herself between his thighs. Cupping his warm balls with a feather-light touch, she carefully lowered her mouth over his shaft. As she suckled, it rapidly expanded and thickened in her mouth.
She shifted to her knees to take him in deeper. All those fellatio training classes at The Enclave her first time there had paid off. She eased down until she had the full length of him in her mouth, the head of his cock lodged in her throat. She was able to keep her throat open and relaxed as she received her Master’s cock.
Her Master…
Suddenly, a strong hand clamped the back of Lia’s head, pushing his cock even deeper into her throat. She gasped at the unexpectedness of his touch, while her cunt gushed with moisture at the dominant gesture.
