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“Kitten.” He was quiet but commanding. Already shifting his mind to that space where the dragon could take over, focusing the fire all on her, transforming the power he could already feel in his blood.
“What?”
He arched a brow—effective for hiding his delight at her sass. Gods, did he love it when the takeover got interesting. This was going to be fun.
“What?” He sent her word back with a challenging jump of brows. “Or did you mean that to be ‘what would you like me to do now, Sir?’ If not, that’s cool too. I’ll just bug for the couch again, let you get some more rest, and—”
“No!” She sat up. Slammed a hand to the center of his chest. “I—I mean no Sir; please don’t go to the couch.” As her hand lowered, so did her gaze. “I’m ready. Just…please…tell me what’s next.”
He ran a hand over the top of her head. He always cherished this moment, when a submissive first dipped her toe into the pool of his control, but this occasion was better than all the others combined. Logically, he wrote it off to the length of his self-imposed banishment from the dynamic—but instinctively, he confirmed it as more. This woman, with the will of a wildcat, the soul of a survivor, and the fighter’s spirit so much like his own, wasn’t just another submissive. She’d ignited his blood from their first clasp. Had entrusted him with her life, and now yearned to give him her body—as his partner, not just his sub. She heard what he’d said, really heard it—and clasped that knowledge in, turning it into a beautiful offer…
Of herself.
I want to get you high.
Christ.
Did she know how totally she already had? Just a tiny mental touch on the memory of fucking her a few hours ago, and he was as hard as a goddamn bull again. Thank fuck, when he’d snuck out for five minutes to check on Luke and the others, he’d thought to stash a couple of fresh condoms in the nightstand. Wishful thinking could sometimes be the universe’s cue.
Meaning he was more than ready for this cue.
Drawing his hand to her chest, then filling his palm with her breast, he instructed, “What’s next is…you lie back, lift your arms, and spread your legs for me.”
Eagerness defined her face, as well as the moves she made to comply. Franz focused on keeping his breaths even and his cock under control as she transformed from being delectable to irresistible. Holy fuck. Her ripe nipples pointed toward the ceiling. Her thighs were creamy and perfect, begging to be marked by his bites. And her pussy, a palette of rosy pink, was the most erotic sight he could think of…sprinkled by the milk of his pre-come.
“Ohhhh.” She moaned it from a tight throat. Her hips jerked, betraying how the drops from his cock taunted the most sensitive parts of her pussy.
“Be still, kitten.”
She tensed, exposing her clenched teeth. “Easy for you to say.”
He let a smile ghost his lips. “You want my lube worked onto your clit?”
Her gasp was thick with grateful arousal. “Yes. Holy shit, yes.”
“Like this?” Two syllables for two digits, swirling across her quivering button.
“Ohhhh! Yes, Sir!”
“Or perhaps…like this?” He turned his fingers over. Smacked them sharply across her flower.
“Ahhhh!” How quickly her sighs became sharp gasps. How dead-on they hit the bulls-eye of his Dominant spirit…and wound around his aching, stretching cock.
With a dark groan, he twisted his fist up his length. Pushed at the base of his swollen head, where more white essence leaked from the hot slit.
“Don’t move, ku’uipo.” That, ordered as he pushed aside her lips, letting his milk trickle over her exposed bud. “Grab the pillows if you must—but keep your arms up.”
She took him up on the suggestion, though eyed him with open apprehension. “You say that like you’re going to—to—”
“To what?” he asked mildly.
“You know what,” she huffed. “I can see it in your stare. You’re going to spank me…there.”
He kicked up one side of his mouth. “Is that what you’re afraid of?”
“Would it turn you on if I said yes?”
“Oh, yes.”
