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His eyes darkened. Strong arms banded around her, and she got the impression he didn't want to let her go. Which was just fine with her—she was standing astride the line between overwhelmingly horny and high as a kite. “It better be. If this is just a high-resolution dream, I am going to be so pissed off.” Teasing her mouth with a slow kiss, he added, “No one can take this away from you, Connie. You've won an important battle. Take the win.”
It was real. It was happening. And it wasn't as bad as she'd allowed herself to believe. Her heartbeat pulsed in time with the cock throbbing in her ass, calmer now, steady. She might not be in control, but she found comfort in that. As the Domme, she never would have permitted this to happen, and she'd have spent the rest of her life being terrified of a simple act that really wasn’t as terrible as she’d been made to believe.
Of course, Thane’s patience and infinite care cemented her trust in him.
Some of the tension seeped from her body. “I'm ready, Sir.”
Thane didn't argue. He slipped his hands down to cup her buttocks, lifting her up so his shaft ignited the nerves around her anus as he withdrew. Lowered her, stroking the head of his cock across sensitive inner tissues. Up and down, up and down. She found the rhythm awkwardly, using her thighs to help him raise her, controlling the descent.
Faster, harder, until Thane's hands were no longer assisting, only guiding. His groan melded with her whimpers when she felt her lower belly cramp, her back tighten. An orgasm lurked, reluctant to break free. Thane reached between them, setting his thumb on her clit, thrusting two fingers inside her pussy. Filled to shattering point, she came apart at the seams with a vicious scream that echoed through the hills.
Before the endless cycle of pleasure stopped, he flipped her onto her back and ranged himself over her, amber eyes boring into hers. She couldn't look away, even though her vision blurred slightly at the edges. He pummeled her orgasm back into life like a piece of metal beneath a metalsmith's hammer, keeping the sparks flying. Hands braced on either side of her head, his body toiled as efficiently as a piston, driving into her relentlessly.
When he surged home, rutting into her as deep as he could, she dragged his mouth down to hers to claim his growl of release for herself. She swore she heard him say, “Mine,” as the world spun and went mad.
***
Chapter Eleven
Friday rolled around faster than Thane anticipated. He suspected it had to do with the woman he loved and the routine they were quickly establishing. Since he'd finally stripped her of her anal virginity on Monday night, they had grown closer, and he was pleased that their bond was solid. Trust went a long way.
So far, Connie had spent the past four nights in his bed. Something else to be pleased about. He'd forgotten what it was like to wake up with a warm body in the morning, to share meals and daily conversation, to go to bed at night after an exhausting bout of sex with his arms wrapped around his lover.
They shared breakfast before Connie went to work, then he spent the day renovating the parts of the house he didn't like. Oddly, he found it necessary to ask her opinion on things like colors and furnishings, including her in the decision making. It made her part of the house, and in all honesty, he liked it that way.
There was joy in finding her clothes in the laundry basket, her toothbrush in the holder next to his. Small, simple things that gave him hope for more. God knew, he wanted so much more with her. Saying the words I love youhadn't been a mistake, and he wouldn't take them back for anything. He was old enough to know his heart and mind, wasn't he?
She gave him everything he'd ever dreamed of, and more besides. This past week, he'd watched the clock with eagerness, waiting for the hands to tick around to six o'clock. Waiting for her to come home so they could eat together, take a shower, watch inane comedies on Netflix. They were building something lasting.
Walking into Avalon with her made him proud. He loved studying the tilt of her head, the dominant stride and attitude come to life. The more she submitted to him at home, and in private at the club, the more he could see the changes in her other capacity. Both parts of her were flourishing.
“Atticus was right about the standing room only,” he murmured to her from his place by her feet, amazed by the throng of people gathered in the social area. Some of them he'd never seen before. “Should we make our way through before we get hemmed in?”
Connie's fingers stroked his head absently. The gesture he'd been so envious of last week between Jasper and Anarchy was bliss when given to him by his Mistress. “There's ten minutes left,” she replied, scraping her nails over his scalp lightly. “But yes, perhaps we should. I want to make sure Archie's okay about this going ahead.”
Always worrying about everyone else, he mused. He was aware she snuck off every night after dinner for thirty minutes to call the facility where Alicia was staying. From the conversations he'd overheard, the girl had settled, was making friends and taking classes, but she wasn't happy. And when Alicia wasn't happy, Connie wasn't either.
With that in mind, Thane had already drafted some mental plans to alter the house to make it wheelchair friendly. He didn't think it would be hard to install a ramp at the front and back doors, although he was still calculating the correct angles to make sure they wouldn't be too steep for Alicia to navigate. The dining room could be altered without too much fuss, turned into a bedroom. Maybe he could knock the wall through into the mudroom, recycle it into an en suite bathroom.
Having Connie in his life would inevitably bring Alicia into it too, and he wanted the girl to feel welcome in his home. Perhaps he was thinking too far forward into the future, but if he didn't dream about the years to come, what was the point in living? Fantasizing about spending the rest of his years with Connie made him excited to wake up in the morning.
A sharp tug on his hair brought his attention away from his musings. Lifting his eyes, he realized Connie was standing, waiting for him to clue back in on reality. With a grunt, he got to his feet. “Sorry, Mistress. My mind was on other things for a moment there.”
“You looked happy,” she commented as they climbed the steps out of the pit together and cut toward the walkway. She didn't protest about his hand on the small of her back, which gave him a reason to smile. “Not that you're not happy all the damn time, but this was on a different level.”
Because I was thinking about you. About us.
“I have many levels.” He liked her confident stride, the way she covered ground quickly yet unhurriedly. They only had a few minutes left before Jasper's scene began, but Connie's feet didn't rush. “You know a few of them, but a man needs to have his secrets—at least until he's ready to spill them.”
She shot him a glance as they crossed the threshold into barn two. “You have secrets?”
Several of the play stations were in use, he noted as they passed through. His cock, already hard, swelled to the point of pain as soft cries filtered through the air. Connie's voice had made those noises on Monday night, although hers had bounced off rock formations and echoed beautifully into the wilderness. “None that should worry you, Mistress. This, with you, is what I want. I'm not going to jeopardize that for the sake of withholding information from you.”
“I should hope not,” she muttered. “I'd hate to bust your balls, Thane.”
His laugh was quiet, respectful of the scenes happening around them. As they approached the second walkway, he let her lead. The third barn was a mystery to him, somewhere he hadn't explored. Connie's stride was smooth, not wavering as she continued straight on into what he'd been told was essentially an oversized wet room. The playground for those with a filthier appetite.
Watersports, blood play, any play that required a great deal of lubrication. If the scene was designed to make a mess, this was the space reserved for it.
