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  “No, thank you, sir.”

  “Very well.” His finger left my chin and he held out a hand for me.

  I placed my palm in his and he tugged me to my feet, his gazed focused on my nipples and the shifting and falling of my slip as it covered my pussy.

  “Sit here,” he said, directing me to the coffee table in front of the couch. “If you don’t want a drink, you can watch me have one.”

  I sat where he suggested, centered on the coffee table. His hands pressed my knees apart, spread them wide as he settled me at the edge of the table.

  “Place your hands at the back of the table and hold on to the edge.”

  Oh God. Maybe I did want that drink. Maybe we could talk. We were getting started, and I was suddenly splayed before him, my pussy bared, my breasts arched up.

  “Good job,” he whispered and took his spot on the couch. He sat down, directly in front of me, knees spread so they were just inside mine, opening me further. He reached for a glass on an end table and brought it to his lips, his gaze never moving away from my exposed slit. “You’re wet, Little Bird. Dripping for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, sir,” I croaked.

  He took another sip from his glass, ice and a clear liquid I assumed was water based on the lack of bubbles. He took his time like it was expensive whiskey, relishing every sip.

  He didn’t speak to me, and with every passing moment, my skin prickled. Anticipation pounded against my ribcage, and soon the only sounds in the room were my labored breathing, the clinking of ice cubes on glass.

  Annoyance bubbled just beneath the surface of my skin as he continued to make me wait. I grew tenser with every passing moment, his gaze unwavering from my pussy that was clenching with need. His gray-blue eyes turned to the color of stormy waters. A bulge grew larger beneath his zipper, along his thigh.

  He was large. Hard. How could he be making this take so long?

  My fingers on the table ached from gripping the wood and my muscles quivered from the tension.

  I was just about to cave, to say screw it, and scream at him for making me wait so long when he leaned forward and set the glass down by my hips. His hands settled on my knees and I jumped, startled at the contact from him.

  As if he’d touched me where I needed him to be, my hips arched up, seeking something so far away from me.

  “One of the most important parts of submission isn’t just your willingness to listen, but to obey. It’s you, as the sub, choosing to do it, to give yourself to your Dom in whatever way he demands. It’s killing you to wait for me to touch you, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, sir,” I breathed.

  His lips twitched, salacious grin appeared and he peered at me through his thick lashes. “I can tell. Your eyes are blazing fire and your jaw is so tight I’m surprised you haven’t snapped your teeth yet. You want to get off this table and scream at me for making you wait, for not giving you what you want. Do you know what makes me so fucking hard about watching you get irritated with me?”

  He’d nailed it. I hadn’t even seen him glance at my face while he’d watched me.

  His hand left my knee and a stinging pain hit my outer thigh, making me jump. My eyes flashed to his, and I could feel the fire in my gaze as he grinned wider. “Answer me, Little Bird.”

  “What?” I gritted out. “Sir.”

  He leaned forward until his nose brushed against mine, his lips to my cheek and back to my ear. “It’s going to be so damn fun, breaking that impatience out of you.” His hand still on my knee tightened, gripping me harder.

  His knees widened and he scooted forward. My inner thighs trembled from the stretch as he forced me to spread as far as I could.

  Then, something ice cold pressed against my clit and I gasped.

  Chilled water dripped down my swollen pussy and I groaned.

  “Simon.” I moaned, losing myself in the intense burning, the dichotomy of my heated blood and the ice he was sliding against my slit.

  “Sir,” he snapped, glaring at me. “Don’t forget again.”

  “Okay,” I breathed out. “Sorry, sir.”

  “Good girl. This might sting a bit, but I promise I’ll kiss it better. I’ll make it all better for you, okay?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You remember your safe words?”

  God, I loved that he checked. “Yellow for pause, red for stop.”

  “Good girl.” He reached into his glass. The clink of ice cubes reverberated in my ears and then he pushed another ice cube against me before pressing it inside.

  My head fell back, my lips parted. “Oh God.”

  The ice inside of me burned. The cool against my swollen and wet flesh, created a delicious ache deep inside me.

  He pinched my nipple and my head snapped up. “Look at me. Focus on me.”

  I tried my hardest, the pinch of his fingers on my nipple shot another burst of fire to my sex. He teased my clit with another ice cube. My hips moved, arched. I writhed against his hand while he didn’t take his eyes off me. “Stay still or you won’t get what you want. I’ll leave you like this, so turned on you could come with a single lick of my tongue on your slit, but I won’t do it. Focus, Little Bird. Breathe slowly and absorb everything.”

  My heart was racing. My muscles tingling. He had me restrained with his command and not a single binding holding me still.

  I listened as best as I could, until he slid a fourth ice cube inside me. He didn’t pull back. His fingers followed. Two, thick fingers inside me, pushing the ice further and deeper. His thumb circled my clit, creating the perfect frisson.

  “Please, sir.” I panted, unable to stop myself. My orgasm was building. He filled me with ice and his fingers and God, it wasn’t nearly enough. “Please.”

  As if sensing I was at the end of my rope, unable to stop the climax from rolling through me, he dropped his head. His lips moved the lace across my nipple and the friction was too much.

  His warm mouth wrapped around my nipple and he bit, pulled my nipple, and fucked me faster with his fingers and thumb.

  “Oh shit.” I mumbled a dozen nonsensical words as he worked me over.

  “Come on, sub, give it to me.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth and I couldn’t not obey, couldn’t not do exactly as he’d commanded.

  My entire body lit with pleasure. Fireworks sparkled behind my eyelids as I came in the most spectacularly powerful way I ever had.

  I shook so hard the table moved, and through all of it, Simon was right there, ministrations never stilling. Mouth and tongue teased and lashed at my breasts until one orgasm rolled into two. Overwhelmed tears dripped down my cheeks.

  As it left me, he moved quickly. He wrapped me in his arms and sat back on the couch, He twisted and laid us down until I was pressed between the back of the couch and the weight of him.

  “You did so well, Chloe. So good. It was beautiful to witness.” His hand went to my hair and he massaged my scalp, comforting me. He whispered his approval while my eyes grew heavy and I relaxed, overwhelmed and pleased I’d experienced something so contradictorily pleasurable.

  Chapter Ten

  Simon

  My cock pressed against my pants as I held her to me. She fell asleep moments ago, but she wouldn’t stay asleep long. I held her while the adrenaline left her and she cooled in my arms.

  I hadn’t expected her to be so incredible when she came. Her whole body had flushed. She’d experienced her orgasm like it’d taken her to another plane of existence. She hadn’t hit subspace, but she was close.

  Seeing how much she really wanted this, I couldn’t wait to take her there.

  And two orgasms so close together? If I was a wolf I’d howl at the victory, at how quickly she responded to my touch.

  I’d been hesitant to touch h
er. The Reynolds’ sisters didn’t resemble each other in the slightest. Chloe had all of the American girl-next-door cuteness Cassie lacked with her sex appeal and sharp features. I hadn’t intended on making her wait so long before I touched her, but seeing her in front of me, exposed and vulnerable and so damn ready, it took time to push through the hesitancy and the memories of Cassie lashing out at me when I’d pushed her too far.

  I couldn’t mess this up with Chloe.

  I wouldn’t.

  And when she came apart so quickly from my fingers and mouth, that was no longer a possibility. She wanted it. She loved it too much to turn on me like Cassie had.

  She shifted in my arms, hummed a breathy, little sound. I pushed up to sit, held her so her head was against my shoulder and her ass was in my lap. She opened her eyes. A sleepy look in her hazy gaze as if she’d been napping as long as Snow White, waiting for her prince.

  I was no prince, but I brushed my lips against hers, tasting the cinnamon on her she always had.

  Someday, I’d ask her about it. Mints? Gum? Fireball whiskey addiction?

  “You did so well,” I murmured, pulling back from the kiss. “Do you need anything? Water?”

  Her lips tilted at one corner. “Water, no ice please.”

  She shook as I laughed and I gently set her on the couch, soothing down the sexy as hell lingerie she was still wearing. I went to the kitchen and poured her a glass of cool water and brought it back to her. I settled her back on my lap before handing it to her.

  She held it in both hands, sipping slowly, avoiding looking at me.

  “How do you feel?” I’d lost her eyes. I’d give her a minute to compose herself, but I needed her focus on me. Words could hide the truth. Her expression couldn’t.

  She took another sip, brushed hair off her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. From her profile, a faint pink bloomed on her cheekbones.

  “It was intense.”

  It had been. It was also about to get better. Now, knowing and seeing she had enjoyed the scene even after the haze of her orgasm left her, I couldn’t wait to try for more.

  I stood from the couch, brushed my hands down my dress pants just to stop myself from wrapping a fistful of her golden hair in my fist and taking her on the couch.

  She followed my movements hesitantly, as if she wasn’t aware or certain she could look at me unless I commanded her not to. I didn’t give her direction, waiting to see what she chose.

  Her gaze stopped at my shoulder, not my eyes. Her head stayed tilted down a bit, the perfect picture of submission. Beneath my dress pants, my cock twitched.

  “I will give you a few minutes to get ready for what’s next. Finish your drink. Use the restroom if you need to and meet me in the bedroom.”

  She blinked rapidly several times and her lips parted. Shocked we weren’t ending yet? I didn’t ask. I turned and went to the restroom, using it quickly before moving to the bedroom.

  I had just stripped off my black shirt when she entered the room. Her gaze was fixated on the bathroom, and she didn’t look toward the bed or where I stood at the end of it, already half-naked, fully hard, and waiting for her. She amused me. She held herself with strength and confidence but as she hurried to the restroom, rushing as if she didn’t want to be seen, or know what’s coming next, I caught the vulnerability and nervousness in her.

  I’d enjoy breaking her of that, too. She closed the door to the bathroom and as I listened to the muffled sounds of her movements behind the closed door, I grabbed a bag from the nightstand I’d hidden away earlier.

  I laid out the few implements I’d brought for the night, choosing to start tonight’s session slowly, but wishing I had brought my paddle or flogger or clamps for her rose-colored nipples.

  By the way she responded when I pinched them earlier, she’d explode delightfully when they were clamped.

  From behind me, I heard the soft click and swoosh of the heavy wood door. Still dressed in only my pants, I shoved my hands to my hips and turned to face her. She still wore the dark purple slip. Exquisite. It hugged her in all the right places, giving only mere glimpses of her beautiful body beneath. As my gaze trailed her petite frame, she shifted on her feet. She held her hands together in front of her, fidgeting and twisting her fingers. Nothing else she could have chosen would have made my dick harder.

  “Come here, Chloe.”

  I walked to the end of the bed, waited for her to move. She walked to me slowly, almost timidly, and my brows pulled together. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, sir. I’m not sure what to do now.”

  I reached out and pressed my fingertips beneath her chin, and lifted her head until she faced me directly. “You live a very ordered life. From your apartment that looks more like a showroom than a home, to your business and taking care of a half-dozen employees along with ordering and deliveries, and scheduling, you are always in control. You always know what’s going to happen next. I bet you carry around not only a calendar on your phone, but it’s always perfectly synced to at least three other devices. I’d go further to suggest you carry around a small paper calendar in your purse as well. Am I right?”

  Her lips began sliding into a smile but stopped. I’d nailed her correctly before she even admitted it.

  “Am I right, Chloe?”

  “Yes. Mostly.”

  I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip, tugging it gently before letting it go. Her eyes widened and softened. “Then focus on the following task. While you’re with me, you only need to remember two things. One, I’m in charge. Always. And two, do exactly what I tell you. When you’re with me, you get to take a break from planning and organizing and calculating, and making sure everyone around you is taken care of. When you’re with me, I take care of you.”

  Her thin shoulders slumped, as if she’d been burdened by the weight of her responsibility and hadn’t known it until I told her she could release it.

  “Do you understand Chloe?”

  “Yes, sir. I understand.”

  “Good.” I dropped my hand from her lips, grazing her neck before sliding my fingertips beneath a thin purple strap at her shoulder. “Then remove your slip, turn around, and bend over the bed. Show me your ass, because I’ve been dying to redden it with my hand while I’m fucking you.”

  She shuddered, nipples hardened beneath the lace, and her cheeks flushed. Unable to stop myself, I brushed my thumbs over both her nipples before stepping back, giving her space to do what I’d demanded.

  Her petite body was exquisite. I typically liked my women taller and curvier. I liked being able to watch their breasts and ass jiggle with every thrust of my hips and smack of my hand. Chloe was shorter than other women I usually screwed, and without any shoes on, she barely came up to my shoulder. But there was also something incredibly sexy about the way she carried her small frame, as if she was three feet taller, and a whole lot ballsier. Yet it was also her size that made me want to pull her into my arms, tuck her head beneath my chin and cover her with my body and my protection.

  Shit. I needed to get a grip. My time with her wasn’t about protecting, it was about teaching so she’d be safe in the future.

  As she bared her body to me inch by inch, lifting her nightgown and then dropping it to the floor between our feet, I sucked in a breath.

  Perfect. I’d been with her every night for a week, touching her and taking care of her, but rarely was I able to see and touch her breasts, her stomach, the tender flesh just above the apex of her thighs. Tonight, I’d rub my hands over every inch of her. My hard dick demanded I get started.

  “Bend over now,” I ordered when she’d turned around and faced the bed. “Make sure you spread your feet as far as you can so your chest is flat on the bed. Stretch your arms straight out in front of you when you’re in position.”

  Her back rose an
d fell with quickened, sharp movements, and her eyelashes fluttered rapidly.

  I hadn’t touched her, but already her pulse was racing. She was probably dripping wet, too, based on the flush of her cheeks.

  I moved to the side of the bed, where she could see me. Then I reached down beneath the mattress and pulled out a set of padded cuffs I’d hidden earlier. “Give me your hand,” I ordered, maintaining eye contact. Her fingers flexed before she pushed her arm in my direction.

  I wasted little time cuffing her, and moved to the other side of the bed so I could do the same to her other wrist.

  “Can I ask what we’re going to do?” she asked, her voice a mere whisper but still seemed to echo.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” I said. Her hands pulled on the bindings, but they barely moved.

  Her arms were spread into a V-shape above her head and when I walked to stand behind her, her inner thighs were already glistening with moisture.

  “But do you know what I’m going to do before I fuck you, Little Bird?”

  I lifted my hand, dancing my fingers down her spine. She tensed from the unexpected touch before relaxing, melting into the bed as I tried to calm her. Her back still held healing marks, which was why I only planned on using my hand tonight. Even the most experienced Dom could make a mistake occasionally and I couldn’t risk it until she was perfectly healed. But just running my hand along her marks, given to her by another Dom—another man—made my jaw tighten. She’d not only experienced something horrific, but another man had her.

  “What, sir?”

  “I’m going to play with you. I’m going to eat you and taste you everywhere. I’m going to play with your pussy, your ass, and your mouth. The best part? You won’t be able to see a thing.”

  She yanked on her bindings again.

  I laughed, went to the nightstand and grabbed the condoms and blindfold.

  I placed them next to her and picked up her braid, removing the band at the bottom. “Taking away your senses enhances pleasure,” I explained while my fingers undid her braid. Her hair fell through my fingers like spun silk, her hair the color of pale straw. “By taking away your ability to touch and see, everything I’m about to give you will be more heightened, more powerful than you’ve experienced before. Understand?”