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Holy fuck.Of all the things he’d expected tonight, this hadn’t been on his radar. A Mistress like Skye offering this…
Holy fuck.
Tiger remembered his thoughts about the last scene they’d had, before everything had changed. What she’d done outside and now on the kitchen floor, it had possessed that same different quality. A deeper connection somehow. And for sure way more demanding. His cock almost missed that damn coil, the restraint it had provided against his raging desire to spurt his seed.
The lead up and setting could have contributed to the “different” feeling. The painting, the environment. He’d certainly worn cock rings and had floggings as intense as the stinging water spray on his balls.
But no…all of this…it was more.
Tonight had been a serious-assed wakeup call. He’d been living like a zombie, hiding from the world. Everything here was the opposite of that. Especially how he was wanting her now.
His vigilance about his surroundings, heightened tenfold because of his inability to hear, had caused him some tension with Evan, but only at first. When Skye had walked away, Tiger had focused on her words, her last instructions. He’d let them guide him to that state a submissive could embrace. When he trusted his Domme.
He'd given her his trust without her even standing there.
He’d converted the touch of Evan’s hands into a preparation for his Mistress, the art all for her, to please her. Reinforcing the thought had been easy, since she’d often passed by, letting him see her checking on him.
He’d had no doubt she would. He was fine, a grown man and sub who knew how to safeword. He could kick the shit out of most anyone who didn’t respect that.
But he understood, maybe as well as she did, what a Domme required of herself. That expectation wasn’t influenced by the sub’s assertion. It was another part of what the relationship was. What he could count on.
Then she’d told him she wanted him to spend the night with her here, in a cottage where it was just the two of them. No distractions, no need to be vigilant, except in his attention to her demands. Which was good, because those demands just kept coming.
And what she’d just told him by bending over the tablewasa demand. Yeah, the kind a sub got when he’d been very,verygood, but that didn’t mean his Mistress would let him slack off. She expected him to impress her. He’d fuck his dick off to do that.
He rose. As he did, the world tilted and he swayed toward the fridge, his hand shooting out to brace himself. Her browsharpened, and her muscles tightened as if she’d push herself up to come to him.
“Hell no, don’t. It’s just the damn ear stuff. My apologies. Just give me a second, Mistress. Please. Fucking hell.”
He should blame it on most of his blood currently being below his waist, because he sure preferred that explanation. Regardless, he’d make a deal with the devil to walk a straight line to her and give her what she needed.
Fortunately, no brimstone was needed. The world steadied and he moved toward her. One step, two steps.
Since she’d brought the primal part of him to full life, he guessed she wouldn’t be surprised if he ran at her like a rutting bull, aiming for a slick pink target. A savage part of him was totally on board with that.
But the memories a person wanted to keep weren’t meant to be rushed. Seeing Skye Sumner bent over a kitchen table was at the top of the list of those kinds of memories.
Her luscious ass was mostly revealed by that white bikini made by the sex gods, the sides of her breasts exposed by the top. The feathers of white hair she’d tossed back from her brow had fallen forward again, partially curtaining one expressive dark eye. Her lips were moist and parted.
Shit, if she hadn’t been waiting for him, and his cock wasn’t a hundred percent that rutting bull, something in his heart and gut would have wanted to stay looking at her as long as the world turned.
But her elbows would get tired. She’d get a crick in her neck, looking back at him. He came forward, but before he touched her, he knelt, kissed the back of her knee. A reminder of his respect—in case he lost it a moment later and fucked her like a jackhammer.
Rising, he put his hands on her waist, let them glide down her hips, thumbs over the curve of her ass.Goddamn.He’d seenit in slacks, jeans, a snug skirt. Even when it hid under the more flowing clothes she often preferred, he could mark the twitch of the buttocks, call fondly to mind how they looked in tighter choices.
He slid his gaze over her bare shoulder, the way her chin brushed it as she watched him. Lingered on her lips and the bikini top fastener between her shoulder blades. He’d told her he wanted to take her from behind. But his fantasy wasn’t to act like a top. It was to surprise her, give her what would be memorable for her, too.
He leaned down, hands back at her waist, and placed a kiss at her nape. When he’d first met her, her rock band hairstyle had caught his attention, the long silk on one side, short and spiky on the other. A mix of white-blond with an occasional streak of a different color. It fit her computer nerd persona pretty well.
A beautiful, sexy computer nerd.
He inhaled her scent, kissed a few inches below the nape, worked his way down her spine. Light feather kisses, soft and slow. Putting how much he cherished her offer, how much he valued it, in the contact. Everywhere he kissed and touched her, he wanted her to feel a burst of searing pleasure, like biting into a favorite food. She was definitely his top choice for a meal.
During sessions, he paid close attention to how she touched herself, as well as how she reacted when she did allow him to touch her. So he knew where she was most responsive, what kinds of contact built her toward that climactic concentration of energy.
He caressed her hips. He didn’t want to take his hands from her, but he paused to rip open the package, roll the condom on. Then he had his mouth back on the valley of her spine, hands sliding to the outside of her breasts, fingers wrapping over them to caress her through the silky fabric. Christ, her nipples wereswollen, needing the squeeze and flicking he gave them. Her hips jerked up, ass brushing his cock. Fucking heaven.
He untied one side of the bottoms, letting them slide down her other thigh to get them out of his way. He could have left them on and just pushed the crotch out of his path, but he didn’t want anything rubbing against his dick that wasn’t wholly her and her sweet pussy. The condom was bad enough, a necessary evil.
