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I sucked in a breath, fighting the arousal flaring again in my body. “Is it about Via Sofferenza? You don’t have to tell me. I know. I knew from the beginning.”
He rested his cheek on one hand, propped over me. “Since when?”
“Since you opened your mouth and talked to me at the airport. I recognized your accent, and your voice. I just didn’t want to talk about it.” I hid my face. “I was embarrassed.”
“Why embarrassed? Both of us were there.” He pulled my hands from my face and held them over my head. It felt sexy and scary and…what were we talking about? “I tried to keep things professional,” he said, refocusing my attention. “I knew you hadn’t seen me because of the blindfold, but I saw so much of you. So much beauty and abandon. Then we got to the room last night, and…”
“And we finished what you started.” I turned my head, afraid he might kiss me. I wasn’t ready for kisses, because everything about our situation was so strange. “It was one of those existence-affirming things,” I said. “I mean, I was glad you initiated it, because I needed it, too. Obviously. But now I think I have to…” I shifted against him, warmed by his nearness, but wary of it also. “I have to get up and, you know, do things.”
“Right. Of course. I just want you to know that…” His voice trailed off. “Well, I can get tested for STI’s if you want.”
I cringed. “I can’t think about that right now.”
“You shouldn’t worry, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Okay.” I blinked at him, moving my hands in his. “I’ll try not to.”
“Okay.” He released me and helped me stand. I tottered toward my suitcases, fully aware that the bruises on my ass were in full view. I grabbed my glasses on the way, and snatched up the sheer panties that had been dropped in the middle of the floor.
“I wouldn’t think an astrophysicist would wear panties like that,” Devin commented from the bed.
“Well, I’m atheoreticalastrophysicist, so…” I crouched, rather than bent over, to rummage through my clothes and toiletries. “And don’t worry. I’m not one of those needy, clingy women who falls in love as soon as she has sex with someone.”
“Thank God. I’m not worth falling in love with.”
I straightened, surprised by his self-deprecation. “I don’t know about that. You saved some lives yesterday.” Silence strung out between us as his gaze raked over my naked body. I stared back, amazed anew by his outsized physical presence. I felt drawn back to the bed, back to his arms, but I resisted. We shared two things in common: mind-blowing sex, and the fact that he’d saved my life. It was a powerful combo in such a small space.
“Okay,” I said, taking a step back. “I’m going to…” I gestured toward the bathroom.
“Do you want me to leave?” he asked. “Or should I stay so we can talk some more about what happened last night?”
I took a deep breath, trying not to tremble beneath his unwavering light-blue stare. “I have to brush my teeth. And shower.”
“Okay.”
“Maybe we can talk afterward.”
He lay back on the bed, crossing his arms behind his head. “Sure.”
I couldn’t help glancing at his crotch before I turned to the bathroom. What was going on in his pants? Was he really that huge? Maybe I shouldn’t have stood there talking to him without any clothes on. I was wet just from our conversation, from the lofty dominance in his eyes. Why wouldn’t he be hard, too? I brushed my teeth, trying to will the arousal away, but it was still there when I rinsed and spit.
I took off my glasses and turned on the shower. I needed hot water. No, I needed cold water. No, I needed to masturbate. I leaned against the counter, stroking my clit the way Devin had at Via Sofferenza, with his commanding, firm touch.Please, hurt me. Please, take me.
No, no more sex. Real life. I stopped pawing myself, stepped into the shower, and pulled the curtain shut. The water pelted me, copious and loud, soaking my hair so it fell in my face and covered my eyes like a blindfold. I pressed against the wall, rubbing my clit again, fantasizing about Devin whipping my ass, no pity, no mercy. I imagined his fingers closing around my neck as my legs buckled beneath the strain.
Then I heard a low, rasping laugh. Instead of my neck, he grasped my hair. My heart stuttered and my cheeks flushed, because he’d come into the shower and caught me in the act. “Don’t stop,” he said in his rough Dom voice.
He was naked, his hard cock poking against my ass cheeks. “You scared me,” I said, cupping my mons.
“Don’t stop. I want to watch you jerk off.” His front pressed against my back, his tall, muscular body pinning me against the shower wall. He tugged my hair again. “Finish. Do it. Make yourself come.”
“I can’t. I need…”I need to be hurt. I can’t come if I’m not being hurt.
“Listen to me, you little fuck.” He pulled my hair to move me under the water, then tilted my head back under the stream. He chuckled as my hands flailed, as water ran into my nose and mouth. When I choked, he let go and I bowed my head, coughing.
“That’s what happens when you don’t obey me,” he said. “Now touch your fucking pussy.”
With those gruff words, I realized our sadomasochistic games were advancing to a new level. My mind was afraid but my body was ecstatic, my fingers delving between my legs, touching wetness that wasn’t only water. When his hand circled my neck, I closed my eyes with a groan, my fingertips working my clit.
