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“Yeah. That would be so hot.”
She was a stubborn sub. Another three lashes of the cane hadher panting. “I can do this all day and you’ll spend tomorrow with a sore ass.And yes, it is hot because it means your mouth would be warm and wet and readyto suck my cock. I would ease the gag out and give you something else to suckon. Have I made myself clear or do we need to do this again?”
He held the cane against her ass, and she shook her head.“No, Sir. I understand, Sir.”
Excellent. Then they were making progress. Something settledinside him. Some restless piece that never seemed to fit suddenly found itsplace as he stared at her. “Do you like a man to play with your breasts?”
“I don’t know. Maybe not. It can be weird.”
“Because you get in your head and think too much. I’m notgoing to let you do that. Has anyone clamped these pretty tits? Ever hadsomeone nip them with their teeth, squeeze them between their fingers, or suckon them until you feel it in your pussy?”
She shook her head, her breath in gasping pants. “No.”
He reached out and palmed a breast. “Then we can startthere.”
* * * *
Lou was dying. Her whole body was desperate with an achingneed she’d only ever felt for this man.
What the hell had she done?
She was hanging from a hook in a ceiling half naked, andshe’d never felt more alive.
It had been a perfectly dreadful day, and she was no longercertain anything she was doing was right, and all those questions and anxietiesflew out of her head the minute TJ started touching her and all she could thinkabout was him.
He’d been jealous of Lucas? Lucas might be beautiful, but hecouldn’t touch TJ’s masculinity. It wasn’t Lucas’s face that haunted her everydream. And it wasn’t Lucas’s eyes on her breasts right now.
She’d always thought they were a bit too big, awkward. Theydidn’t sit as nicely in a bra as Kala’s did, but now as he looked at her with hotanticipation in his eyes, she could see the beauty in them. Her nipplespuckered as his fingertips traced her areola, and he was right. She felt thattouch deep in her core.
The way she’d felt every slash of the cane. She’d thought itwas only spanking that did it for her because of the physical connection, butshe’d been wrong. The cane took her to a new place altogether. It hurt, theinitial lash of pain making her groan, and then it was quickly replaced withheat and sensitivity.
She’d laughed about Ross’s misconception, but now she couldadmit it had hurt that no one thought they could be a serious D/s couple.Especially when he was proving them wrong with every touch of his hand, withevery deep, timbred command.
Blue eyes stared into hers as he palmed her right breast.“These belong to me. In this club, they’re mine, and you should understand thatI’m going to have you naked, sitting at my feet in that lounge very soon.”
“Because you want them all to know?” Lou asked.
“Because I don’t ever want to hear anyone question my rightsto you again. Because I want the whole fucking world to know you belong to me,and that’s why I’m getting you a collar. You can take it off in the daytime,but know I’ll get it around your throat every second I can.”
She wanted to believe him, wanted to have some faith thatthis change in him was permanent and she could relax and hold onto him withboth hands. That felt impossible, so she was going to live in this moment. Onlythis one. Everything else would or wouldn’t happen, but for now she was goingto be exactly what he wanted. His sub, whose only thought was obeying herMaster and taking what he had to give her. “I’ll wear your collar here, Sir.”
He stepped back, his eyes still on her chest. “Your breastsare beautiful, Louisa. You look beautiful in fet wearbut so much better naked. When we’re alone, when it’s you and me and the restof the world doesn’t matter, I want you to pretend we’re in this club. Whenwe’re alone, you don’t wear a bra. I want to be able to touch your breastswithout anything coming between my hands and lips and your nipples.”
He was pushing her. It was supposed to stay in the club, butshe was honest with herself. If they started a real sexual relationship thisevening there was no way she kept him out of her bed. He was staying in theroom next to hers. It was too easy for one of them to sneak into the other’sroom. Did she want this feeling put in a corner and only allowed a couple oftimes a week?
“Yes.” She wasn’t strong enough to deny him. She’d meant thethings she’d said before. There was a deep bitterness in her about the timing,a distrust that came from long rejection. Even if the rejection had been soft,it had been there, and she’d developed walls that didn’t crumble easily.
“Good. When we’re alone, we’re a Dom and sub. That meansyour body is mine, and I want you as close to naked as possible.” He turnedback to the table he’d had the rope laid out on and came back with a knife.
Surprise flared through her but not fear. He would neverharm her. Not physically. His intent became clear. He would definitely harm herlingerie. “TJ, these aren’t cheap.”
“I’ll buy you more.” He slit the silky fabric up one sideand then down the other before sliding them pointedly from between her legs. Hefisted the material and was careful and slow in drawing it out so the softnessslid between her labial lips and over her clitoris in a way that made her pant.Then he brought them straight up to his face and breathed in the scent.
“You smell like sex. Are you sure you want to keep me outtonight?”
“No.” She wasn’t in any way. She kind of wished he wouldspread her legs and take her then and there, but she couldn’t ask him for it.
“Good. Because I intend to make it impossible for you.” Heput the knife and her now defunct undies on the table and picked up the caneagain. “Spread your legs.”
