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He took a deep breath, grinning as he caught the faintest whiff of sweet, musky feminine arousal. Considering she was wearing jeans, her panties must be soaked for him to even get a hint of scent. He picked up the pace a little bit, ignoring her protests as she was bounced on his shoulder. Sure he felt a little caveman, but he kind of liked the Neanderthal scenario.
Capture woman, drag her back to his cave, and don’t let her out or near any other Neanderthals.
When he reached his room, he kicked the door closed behind him. The muttering stopped and she pressed her hands against his butt as her body shifted, obviously doing her best to look around the room. Like the rest of his house, it was neat as a pin, the complete opposite of the messy chaos of her room, because he hated clutter. There were a couple of bookshelves filled with his guilty pleasures, namely a lot of young adult science fiction and fantasy the other guys would probably tease him about. The more respectable authors who wrote for adults were on a bookshelf in a room downstairs.
When he set Angel down on her feet, she was already done protesting, her eyes flashing around the room as she frowned. Inwardly he sighed. He was still hard and ready to go but obviously his curious kitten wanted a moment to look around. As she turned around the room, taking it all in, she stripped the sweater from her arms, but the movement wasn’t at all sexual.
“Is this a guest room?”
His mouth quirked. “No, this is my bedroom.”
“But there’s nothing in it.”
“Bed, dresser, desk, bookshelves... what more do I need?”
“Pictures, trinkets, something to personalize the space a little!” She walked over to the bed, her fingers trailing across the quilt on it. It was the only splash of color in the otherwise utilitarian space. “This is beautiful. Why don’t you have more things like this here?”
“My mother made it for me.” Yeah, because talking about his mom wasn’t going to further kill the mood. “And because I don’t like clutter.”
“You can have something on the walls without it being clutter,” she said, shaking her head. A little smirk crossed her face as she turned back to look at him. “My room must have driven you nuts.”
“You have no idea,” he murmured, stepping closer. He wasn’t interested in examining his room—why would he be? “But I didn’t bring you up here so you could tell me how to decorate my bedroom.” The only decoration he wanted at the moment was Angel herself—and how pretty would she look secured to one of his walls?
Just like that, with one step toward her, Angel’s eyes flared with heat and they were right back where he wanted them to be. Her tongue flicked out against her lower lip. Shit, he loved her mouth. Adam had always been an ass man and in the past hadn’t put much thought into how attractive a woman’s mouth could be. With Angel, he constantly fantasized about sliding his cock between those bow-shaped lips. He wanted to do it again.
So why shouldn’t he?
“On your knees.” His voice was harsh, deep, demanding. Angel dropped like a stone, almost looking surprised at how quickly she’d gone down. If he still doubted whether or not she was a true submissive, that would have told him right there. She’d obeyed without thinking about it, without having been trained for it. Some submissives still might have argued, but Angel already trusted him, already accepted his dominance of her, and she reacted accordingly. “Put your hands behind your back, I want you to hold onto your elbows.”
The position thrust her breasts out. The bra she was wearing was nothing special, purple like her sweater and with a little heart dangling in the center between her breasts. He kind of wished he’d told her to take it off, but at the same time denying himself the sight was a delightful tease.
Keeping his eyes trained on hers, he began to unbutton his shirt.
Angel
The man should work for Chippendales. Hellooooo, hot body. Although wasn’t she supposed to be doing a sexy strip show for him? Not the other way around?
Not that she was going to complain if he wanted to strip down for her, but it did seem sort of backwards. Then again, she was going off based of what she thought a Dom would want... and she was demonstrably not a dominant. The whole point was Adam wanted her to kneel and watch him while he unbuttoned his shirt.
She wanted to run her tongue all over his stomach. Rub her face in his chest hair. Really wrap herself around him and touch every inch of him she could with every part of her body that could reach him. And instead she had to kneel here and watch him undress for her. She was proud of herself for not drooling.
He had a fantastic body. Muscular, defined, but not so cut his muscles looked like they’d be too hard to cuddle with. Fair hair, slightly darker than the hair on his head, centered on his chest, although there was also a thin line of it heading down from his belly button into the Promised Land. Angel had read that in a book, and the author had been talking about a woman, but she figured it was apt enough for Adam.
“You look hungry, Angel,” he said softly, stepping closer as he shucked off his shirt and began undoing his belt. Her eyes raised back up to his, which were a bright, glittering blue. “Would you like something to fill your mouth?”
“Yes please, Sir.”
Her mouth watered, her fingers tightening on her arms. Kneeling here in front of him like this, with her hands behind her back, it should have felt wrong. Every feminist bone in her body felt that way. But they’d also all completely melted under the heat. She liked being on her knees like this for him, liked the way his eyes slid over her face and down to her breasts, liked the approval she saw in his expression.
Would she do this for any man? Absolutely not. But Adam made her feel special. He made her feel like she could submit to him and he would only respect her more because of it, not less. They’d gotten off to a rocky start, but she was glad he’d been the one to do her Introduction Scene. Glad they’d been paired up right from the beginning. Because she didn’t think she would have felt this with any of the other Doms. None of them held the same level of attraction. None of them had even guessed at Chained that she wasn’t what she seemed to be.
But Adam saw right through her. He’d taken the time to get to know her even though her initial lie had offended him on some basic level. And she wanted him to see her, to know her. For the first time, she felt like maybe this was a man she could have a real future with.
And right now, in his bedroom, she felt like this was the most intimate, most bare thing she’d ever done—and she was still wearing most of her clothing. It wasn’t about the physical stuff, although that was part of it, it was about the connection between them.
When he pulled his beautiful cock out of his pants, she didn’t just give him head. She worshiped him with her mouth. Her tongue. Licking up and down the sides of his length, she put her whole body into it. And then she sucked him in between her lips and took him deep.
The groans, the fingers now sliding through her hair, only encouraged her. She felt fuzzy, warm, as all of her focus centered on the pleasure she was giving him.
