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“You are taking the limits list that I have, and you will slowly go back through it again. You will be very specific and honest about what you have done, haven’t experienced, and whether you would like it again, to try it, or couldn’t consider it.”
“But the rest are right.”
His Dom's voice came out, and Mallory was a goner. He was right, and she knew he wouldn’t back down on the requirement. She was familiar with this Monroe.
“Young lady, do you need some up close and personal time with the rubber paddle to help you see the benefits of doing as I say?”
Mallory tossed her head back before straightening again. “No, I get it.”
“Good, tomorrow is a good day for you to start on that. I’ll be gone on a job, and then I’ll leave for a two-day gig. You will be at Jac and Sharlee’s. Then we will pack up and go to my house.”
“Okay.”
He grinned at her easy compliance. “Good. But now, I need to love on my woman, so climb in the bed and lay spread eagle in the center.”
“Mmm, I could get into that.” She paused and looked back at Monroe before crawling to the center of the bed. He swatted her butt once. Looking back again, she said with an impish grin, “Sir.”
Mallory noticed for the first time that the plug had disappeared. Where it went and when it had been removed, she’d didn’t know, but she knew that there was some kind of transporting magic in that kind of backdoor play, and she would try it again soon. Maybe revisiting the limits list was a good idea. She had more insight now, and while blood play and other items were firmly in the “No, thank you” column, some things like booty play had moved up in her estimation. Monroe had done that. He introduced new things with a twist and a gentle hand.
Even when Mallory thought it was too much, she had agreed early on the first meeting when they had met to allow him to show her new things. In turn, he promised to stop if he saw or heard too much anxiety or if the scene wasn’t going the way he had expected.
And she trusted him. Monroe said that was the key, and it did actually influence everything. But she knew it all came down to him. His protection of her in every way, his confident possession of her sexual desires and right now, he was the center of her mental health and any stability she possessed in every part of her life. So making herself totally vulnerable to him, spread eagle in the center of the bed, was not only natural but exciting.
The echoing sound and the shock of the sting in the shape of an impatient man’s handprint brought Mallory out of her head.
“There you are. Where did you go?”
“Sorry. These days my mind often wanders without notice.” She scrambled into place.
“You okay?” The honest concern in his tone was like a gentle breeze rejuvenating her mind and soothing her soul.
“I am. Am I in the right position?”
Monroe watched her for a few more seconds, and when he seemed to believe she was okay, not saying it just to please him, he nodded and leaned over her body on display. Tweaking her puckered nipples, he smiled that particular way that gave her shivers of worry and yummy trembles of anticipation.
“Good. I now revoke your talking privileges until I say you can speak again. Safeword excluded. Understood?”
Mallory nodded, and again he watched her for another moment before nodding in approval. He pulled up the sheepskin-lined leather handcuffs attached to the bed. He left her ankles free but being restrained was one thing she was sure would be a trigger. Blindfolded was another.
Her breath was becoming more shallow, and her heart rate had kicked up, its beat being felt and heard in multiple pulse spots on her exposed body. She was becoming overly warm, her skin showing a sheen of perspiration as he touched her. Her arousal was like a wildfire. She wiggled.
Mallory knew by now that Monroe would not allow her to stop his progression to her pink bits. Still, she instinctively wanted to, however mentally and physically, she was waiting for him to continue. Monroe didn’t stop his progression. He spoke in the build-up of reaching her pink flesh, most likely red now.
“Mallory Sasse, I love every fucking thing about you. I love the little, tiny hairs so much like newborn down on the top of your ears, to the quiver in your soft belly.”
His kisses and touches descended to Mallory’s mons, where he ran his fingers down her landing strip before opening her pussy wide for his delight.
“This is so beautiful, baby. You are exquisite, and I can hardly believe you are offering yourself to me. You’re a goddess and I, a mere peon.”
He leaned down and took possession of her lips, wasting no time inserting his tongue to duel with hers. When Monroe lifted his head, leaving them both breathless, Mallory followed his lips, trying to reconnect. He shook his head in a way that said she knew better.
“You are a goddess, and I’m your peon, except in the bedroom. Here I am, the god to your goddess, and there are consequences for being naughty. Topping is naughty.”
He rolled Mallory over and landed a couple of swats to her still warm bottom, and the whimper she gave him told him she not only felt it, but it was morphing her yearnings into full-fledged need.
His gentle touch slid over her warm skin lightly, his fingers tracing the very spots she was feeling her own pulse. His lips following his fingers. Her temple, her neck, the base of her throat, her breast. He continued after a few passes, massaging her breasts, and tweaking her nipples to the concave in her hips, gently kissing every place he touched.
Mallory’s sex trickled with arousal in waves as her undulating core muscles contracted. She had no control. Monroe had it all. And she fucking loved it. His finger slid right onto her clit without hesitation. This man didn’t need to hunt it down. She jerked when he touched her overly sensitive bundle of sexy nerves. His digit teased, traced, dipped in the pool of liquid passion, and played before coming back out, only to insert two fingers inside her. But they, too, were withdrawn as she tried to move her hips to keep him deeper inside for longer.
