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Connie's head snapped around so quickly, Thane was impressed it didn't snap off her neck and roll across the floor to glare up at the sadist. “What the hell, J?”
“You can come too,” he invited, a wicked smile exposing his teeth. “Several members have enquired about it. They want to try it, but haven't got the faintest idea how to do it correctly, or safely. I've spoken to Braun and he's agreed a demonstration might be beneficial. His hands are too big to fit in Bodie, not that she's in a position to partake, and Archie expressed a curiosity. Two birds, one stone.”
Anarchy, Thane noted dryly, wore the expression of a woman who'd just been told there was an axe murderer standing behind her. A hard shudder made her tremble, but he saw Jasper's thumb stroke soothingly down the side of her throat. “Can't say fisting has ever been a kink I've wanted to try, but could be interesting to watch.” He chuckled as Connie's back went ramrod straight. “Might be something to give some thought to.”
Atticus rose. “It'll be standing room only, so I'd come early if I were you.”
As though drawn around by a string, Connie turned her head to meet Thane's eyes head-on. Their noses almost touched as she whispered. “Are you fucking insane?”
“Not certifiably, no.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I just like learning new things.”
Gray eyes, round as an owl's, blinked slowly. “You're not seriously considering…”
“That's for me to know and you to fantasize about, isn't it? You can spend the next five days wondering whether I'll fuck you with one finger, two…” He kissed her lips as they parted. “Or all five. The more I think about it, the more I'm liking it.”
She hissed under her breath. “Jasper, you sadist, I fucking hate you. You better not be sitting there grinning like the village idiot when I turn around, otherwise you won't have any hands left for your goddamn demonstration.” Heat flashed in her eyes, a dangerous expression she couldn't hide.
“The Mistress has spoken, kitten. Time to abandon ship.”
Thane was vaguely aware of people moving past them, unable to take his gaze off Connie's. She was squirming delightfully on his cock and he was far too tempted to yank her pants down and sink into her snug pussy exactly where they sat. He liked the idea of her straddling him, riding his dick. There was a wealth of control to be had with a firm grip on her curvy hips—speed, depth, movement. She'd feel every inch of him—ah, fuck. He had to stop before he said to hell with the audience around them and made her scream in front of everyone.
He shoved her gently off his lap, their hands still clasped together, and rose unsteadily. Jesus, his pants were several inches too tight, putting ungodly pressure on his cock. Adjusting himself to no avail, he dragged her out of the pit, around groups of conversing members, and out the doors.
“What the hell, Thane?” Connie gasped, trotting alongside him as fast as her little legs could go. “I don't have anything on my feet!”
Easily solved, he thought darkly, pausing briefly to swing her up into his arms as they stepped onto the porch. His leg protested, then was hushed sternly by his dick. Carrying her down the steps and across the gravel, every step was torture. “When we get home, you'll go upstairs to my bedroom and look in the bottom drawer of my bedside table.” Fuck, his keys. He needed his keys. Grunting, he adjusted her weight so she straddled his good hip like a child, reaching into his pocket for his truck keys.
“Why, what's in there?” She clung to his shoulders as she slipped an inch.
Hitching her higher—as if he'd ever let her fucking fall—Thane beeped the locks so he could yank the passenger door open when they got there. He all but shoved her into the seat, yanking the belt around her. “Lube. The good stuff. You'll strip this fucking body bare for me, and you're gonna lube up that tight asshole for me, so that when you're riding my cock—” Jesus, that mouth. Desperately, he claimed her mouth, kissing her strongly enough he stole the breath from her lungs. “When you're riding my goddamn cock,” he repeated fiercely, “I can fingerfuck it at my leisure.”
Barely holding on to control, not quite sure what was making him snap this way, Thane stepped back and slammed the door closed, taking a second to commit her expression to memory through the window. She looked as though heaven and hell had just collided in a shower of rainbows and ash.
*
Perched on the edge of her desk chair the next morning, Connie stared into space absently.
Life as she knew it had flipped on her over the weekend, changing everything. She was quickly coming to understand that there was no coaxing the submissive back in the box, and she had nothing to use to lever it back in either. But did she really want to? The longer she was forced to stare that part of herself in the face, the more she remembered what it was like to be one with it.
Just that morning, she'd been woken by Thane's cock rubbing against her ass, his fingers lazily tweaking her nipples into firm points as he kissed his way across her shoulder to her neck, then up to her ears. For the first time in her life, she'd had sex with a man without either of them uttering a single word…and it had been wonderful. Peaceful. Just low moans and quiet grunts, the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh culminating in hard cries of orgasm.
For several minutes, they'd lain together, sweaty and panting, before he'd told her to get a shower and meet him in the kitchen for breakfast. It had been weird, helping herself to his shower. Using his shampoo and body wash so she smelled like him, earthy and soothing. Wrapping one of his towels around herself and staring at a stranger in the foggy mirror.
While he made breakfast, Connie had gotten ready for the day, her thoughts in the same jumble they were now. Running through the weekend in slow motion, up to the point where he'd driven them to his house in record time, his jaw tight with concentration. He'd all but dragged her out of his truck, then remembered she wore no shoes and tossed her over his shoulder, striding to the front door like he was on a mission.
She started spinning a pen around on her desk, watching it whizz around and around. She'd been that pen last night. Oh boy, had she been. Things got blurry after he unlocked the door, becoming just a riot of sensations. Clothes tossed haphazardly down the hallway, his mouth everywhere, his hands almost ripping her panties in his haste to shove them down her legs.
She pressed them together, squeezing them against the rush of arousal tightening her pussy. She winced against the vague soreness, then spun the pen again. Her stomach twisted with disbelief at the memory of obeying his sharp order, walking into his bedroom to the bedside table and the bottom drawer. The man had a treasure trove of toys, but finding the lube had been simple enough.
Goddamn amber eyes had watched her as he settled himself on the oversized bed, thumbing his crown and slicking pre-cum around. Watched her dab a test drop on her fingers and rub them together. Though he'd been visibly impatient, he hadn't rushed her. He'd bided his time as she'd lathered two fingers with the silky lube.
She'd almost cracked a tooth when she spread her cheeks with one hand, and tried to follow through with his order using the other. A sob had choked her, her knees had gone numb, and just when she'd believed she would crumple into a heap on his pretty new carpet, Thane's voice had snapped out and taken over, demanding she look him in the eyes.
With her Dom staring her in the face, she'd completed her task. God, thathad been a relief. Her belly had been churning with apprehension as she crawled over the covers toward him, summoned by the crook of his finger. She'd eased herself onto him and—
“Doctor Monroe?”
Connie jolted from her reverie, the pen shooting off the edge of the desk and disappearing into no-man's land beneath the bookcase behind her. What the hell was she doing, daydreaming over last night's shenanigans with Thane when she should have been catching up on the new data in her patient’s file? “Caera, sweetheart, come on in. Sorry, I was, ah, distracted.”
