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  “Oh, god!” The words slid from her mouth.

  Urged on by her reaction, his tongue kept up its magic rhythm, plunging deep and dragging it back so it hit that very sensitive spot. His hands squeezed the cheeks of her buttocks in a rhythmic motion that mimicked his tongue. On and on it went, the fire of the orgasm kindling low inside her before spiraling up and out to spread through her body.

  As her release crested, she dug her heels into his shoulders, fisted her hands, and arched up to his mouth. She exploded, her body shaking over and over as spasms rocked her. His mouth never left her pussy, drawing out her pleasure until at last she lay limp on the bed, spent.

  He lowered her legs and moved up to kiss her, sharing her taste, the tartness of it lighting a match to her again. In seconds, he had a condom out, sheathed himself, and pressed the head of his cock against her opening.

  “Take me inside, Dani.”

  Not Mistress. Dani. And unbelievably, she was ready for him again. He eased his cock inside her, a little at a time, drawing out the pleasure for both of them.

  “Look at me,” he commanded when he was fully seated. “And don’t take your eyes away.”

  He moved slowly at first, dragging his thick shaft against her sensitive inner walls. Then as her body responded more and more, he increased the pace. She never took her eyes away from his, and when he looked into them, he could see clear down to her soul.

  That was the trigger. He thrust and pumped and sped up, holding himself back with great difficulty until her body signaled her readiness. One final plunge and they both fell over the edge, his cock pulsing, the walls of her pussy spasming and squeezing him, drawing every last drop from him. He had barely enough strength to ease from her body, dispose of the condom and return to the bed to roll her into his arms.

  “That was not Mistress and sub,” he whispered in her ear, licking the outer sell. “That was Ethan and Dani. It was everything we are to each other.”

  She hummed her pleasure. “Yes. I never thought to feel that. Ever.”

  “Neither did I. Sleep, Dani. I’ll keep you in my arms.”

  Their life together took another step forward after that. They spent a few evenings at Rawhide where she played with him in the public areas, showing him off to the other envious Mistresses. But it was in the privacy of his bedroom or hers that the real meaning of their relationship continued to grow.

  The day they actually began living together—in his condo where there was more room and more accessibility to things they needed—she knew the last barrier had crumbled.

  On the nights where she was Mistress Dani, she found new ways to torment him to erotic satisfaction. And always, always, she cared for him afterwards. Bathing him. Soothing him. Tending to the marks of the whip. All of this because her sub had served her well and now she would reward him.

  And the emotional connection neither had expected grew stronger every day. Sometimes, she’d find little gifts tucked in her briefcase. Or a rose, instead of at work, on her pillow when she came home at the end of the day. One day, Ethan borrowed a boat from one of his clients, and they spent the day out on the water in a secluded cove playing games. He was a thoughtful caring sub who also stood as her protector against the world. They made each other feel safe.

  Some days, Ethan came home stressed from his clients and Dani carefully picked her way through the emotional mine field, trying to determine how far she could push him. She learned after a while that those were the times he wanted her to be the hardest on him, push him the most. Punishment was his release from tension, and he welcomed it, the more intense the better.

  Sometimes, she fastened on one of the selection of cock rings they’d ordered on the Internet. Then she’d make him stand with his hands behind his back while she teased him with her mouth, sucking his balls and licking his cock until he practically begged her to let him come. Other times, she ordered him to fuck her standing up, both of them still half-dressed, like two rutting fools.

  But the biggest thing happened on their three month anniversary of living together. They were in the bedroom. Ethan was on his knees on their huge bed, arms outstretched so his wrists could be manacled to the headboard. Dani knelt behind him, reaching between his thighs to fondle the sac containing his testicles, getting him ready for what came next. She’d made him eat breakfast naked, sat across from him, and teased his cock with her bare feet while she smiled and chatted about their week. Then, while he stood at the sink rinsing the dishes and stacking them in the dishwasher, she traced her fingers along the crevice of his ass, stopping now and then to probe at the tight ring of his anus.

  Not as tight as it was before I started making him wear the plug every day this week.

  She smiled thinking of that, the high-priced attorney in his three thousand dollar suits, meeting with his international clients, a stainless steel plug firmly seated in his rectum. She wondered how he handled it when the sensations it caused gave him a raging erection. It was a well understood rule that he never do anything to give himself release during the day. That was for her to do as soon as they were at home.

  And now, she was going to reward him in a way she hoped he would accept. If he was very good and came very hard for her, she had a special present for him, one she’d ordered the beginning of the week. The anticipation of giving it to him had made her nervous all week. Should she do it? Would it be too much? Would he like it? She had changed her mind so many times that she drove herself crazy.

  At last they were going to try it. It had just arrived the day before and anticipation overrode any anxiety. She knew anal stimulation intensified his pleasure more than anything except when she allowed him to eat her pussy, so she’d collected a selection of plugs and dildos. The new toy was something that would give them simultaneous pleasure, a dildo she could attach to herself with a network of straps. One of its features was a clit stimulator that worked with the movement of her body.

  “Shower first,” she told him as she led him into the big stall shower with the rain heads.

  Then she oiled his body completely and attached tiny clamps to his nipples. With his rectum properly lubed and his cock swollen and pulsing inside the ring she’d buckled him into, she was inching the dildo inside his anus a little at a time. She rocked her hips the way she liked Ethan to do when he was fucking her. In, out. Forward, back. His breathing was already ragged, his skin hot to the touch.

  “Please, Mistress,” he begged. “I implore you.”

  “Do you want to feel this all the way in your ass?” she asked, her movements slow and steady.

  “Yes. I do.” He let out a ragged breath. “If it pleases you.”

  “Oh, it pleases me, all right.” She chuckled, her own pulse racing like mad, her cunt dripping wet and throbbing. “Shall I move faster?”

  “Yes.” He groaned. “Please.”

  She loved riding him like this, her big stallion. Maybe tomorrow night, they’d go to Rawhide, and she’d tether him to a saddle and ride him until he exploded. The image of that aroused her to such a degree she unconsciously picked up the pace. The pressure on her clit was agonizing, driving her to a fever pitch. She was hanging on to her control by a thread, excited both by the new toy and the prospect of what came after this.

  “You will come on my command,” she told him, increasing her pace, moving harder and faster. The orgasm rose within her, driving into her like a bulldozer.

  “Now,” she ordered, pressing the base of the dildo to release the thick liquid it contained into his ass and shaking with her own climax.

  Ohgodohgodohgod.

  Spasms wracked her, threatening to shatter her as Ethan’s big lean body shuddered again and again. She managed to lean against him and reached a hand around to his cock, feeling the thick spurts of semen and rubbing it onto his hot shaft.

  When it was over, she barely had enough energy to withdraw from him, but it was her responsibility as his Mistress to care for him. She withdrew slowly, climbed off the bed on sha
ky legs, unbuckled the harness that held the dildo to her body, then removed the cock ring from Ethan’s shaft. Nudging him to roll over, she took the towels she used to cover the sheet and cleaned him carefully, then wadded them up and dropped them in the hamper.

  “Shower again,” she told him, urging him to his feet.

  The hot steam revived them, although if they hadn’t been leaning against each other, Dani wasn’t sure they would have made it. But mindful of her responsibilities, she soaped a cloth and washed him thoroughly, removing every trace of the oil, cleaning his ass of the viscous liquid she’d shot into it.

  At long last, washed and dried, they moved back into the bedroom. Ethan pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and Dani tugged a T-shirt over her head.

  Her hands trembled slightly as she fetched from her dresser the little box she’d picked up on the way home that day, carried it to the bed where Ethan sat cross-legged, and handed it to him.

  He lifted an eyebrow. “What’s this?”

  She wet her lips nervously. “It’s our three month anniversary. We’ve tested each other, walked warily around our problems, and built enough trust between us that I can tell you this.” She let out a slow breath. “Ethan Corelli, I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” Words freely given.

  “I want to be with you forever, and so I offer you this as a token of my love.” When he didn’t do anything, she said impatiently, “Well, open it. I want to be sure you like it.”

  A slow smile curved his lips. “I’m sure I’ll love anything you give me.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her. “Let me say it again. I love you.”

  She watched anxiously as he opened the box and removed a narrow gold bracelet. A typical masculine identification bracelet, it had a wide band with his name engraved on it and intricate links forming the rest.”

  Ethan stared at it. “Dani, this is beautiful.”

  “If you wear it always, those of our friends and acquaintances in the vanilla portion of our lives will see it as a nice piece of masculine jewelry. I hope. And others will know that you belong to me. And only me.”

  He chuckled. “I think that’s already pretty obvious. Here.” He held out his hand with the bracelet resting on it. “Help me put this on.”

  Dani lifted the bracelet and turned it over. On the back of the identification plate was one word in script. Mine.

  His face sobered. “I am yours, Mistress. Always. And I will gladly shout it to the world.”

  She fastened the bracelet around his wrist, then climbed onto the bed with him. He pulled her between his thighs and spooned her against his body.

  They had traveled a long road in a short time. They lowered barriers, learned to deal with their emotions, and experienced how intense raw sex could be when love was part of the equation. She snuggled back against him, safe in the cocoon of his muscular arms and the warmth of his passion.

  “I do love you, Dani.” He kissed her temple. “Mistress. And I will be yours forever.”

  “Forever.” Dani sighed as her body relaxed, secure in the love they shared and the knowledge the future was theirs.

  About the Author

  Known as the oldest living author of erotic romance, Desiree Holt has produced more than two hundred titles in nearly every subgenre of romance fiction. Her stories are enriched by her personal experiences, her characters by the people she meets.

  After fifteen years in the great state of Texas, she relocated back to Florida to be closer to members of her family and a large collection of friends. Her favorite pastimes are watching football, reading, and researching her stories. She lives with her three cats, who love to sit with her when she writes.

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