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  When he’d rolled the sheer material all the way to her ankle, he eased it over her foot and dropped it to the floor. Then he ran his tongue in a line from her ankle to the top of the inside of her thigh and back down again. She shivered beneath his touch but held herself as still as possible. He swallowed a smile. So far so good. Slowly he repeated the same process with the other stocking, licking her from ankle to thigh again.

  Jesus! She had the softest skin he’d ever touched, fragrant with the light floral scent of her shower gel.

  “Whatever I do,” he told her, “you must continue to remain still. I am in complete control. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” The little hitch in her voice let him know she was as affected by what was happening as he was.

  Holding her thighs apart, he traced his tongue the length of her slit then back up, before pausing to nip lightly at her clit. She jerked slightly at the contact, but then her body tensed with the effort to remain still.

  If he hadn’t been so intent on what he was doing Beau would have executed a silent fist pump. She wanted him in control. More than just at the club. Here, in her bedroom, she was consciously submitting to him. This was so far removed from the casual encounters he’d had with others outside clubs, but he had to accept the fact that this was all that had been on his mind since two nights ago. He was taking a big emotional chance here, breaking his own rules, but oddly enough, he wasn’t afraid of it. Moving forward with this woman overrode everything else.

  His hands on her thighs held her in place but not tightly. It excited him to realize it was his voice and his role as her Dom that provided the real control. He took his time lapping at her pussy, letting her taste roll around on his tongue. Nipping at her clit, tugging it lightly with his teeth. The flow of her juices let him know just how aroused she was, yet she kept herself tightly under control, waiting for his commands.

  Holy shit! Her taste turned him on as much as anything he could do to her. He forced himself to back off before his own self-control disappeared. Rising to his feet, he coasted his hands lightly over the rest of her body. She trembled beneath his touch but still held her position.

  “You know what I’d love?” he asked, tweaking her nipples. “I’d love to see these pierced, with thin gold loops threaded through them. Have you ever thought of having that done?”

  “M-Maybe.” A pale blush crept up her cheeks.

  “I think you should do it.” He pinched them, hard, and felt them stiffen beneath his touch. “I want you to do it.”

  “I—” She swallowed. “O—Okay.”

  Beau bent over her body, putting his face close to hers. “But not unless I’m there to watch. I’ll decide when.”

  She nodded, her eyes glued to his face.

  “I want to watch you play with yourself. Bend your legs and put your heels on the bed, thighs wide apart.”

  Megan shifted slightly to give herself better balance as she followed his orders.

  “Look at me while you do it. Do not take your eyes away from me. And keep those pussy lips wide apart.”

  With the fingers of one hand she spread the lips of her cunt. With the other she rubbed her clit, using a circular motion, over and over again. Beau couldn’t take his eyes away from the sight, the pink flesh darkening and now more slick than ever. Megan’s hips twitched as she increased the movement of her fingers and her heels dug more deeply into the covers on the bed. He could tell when she was just at the point of release.

  “Stop,” he commanded. “Take your hands away.”

  “But—“

  He captured her gaze with his. “I gave you an order. Obey it.”

  Reluctantly she did as he said, dropping her hands to her sides. Her chest heaved as she struggled with her breathing, her entire body quivering as she fought back the encroaching climax.

  “Your hesitation displeased me. On your feet.” She pushed herself upright very slowly. “Now,” he snapped.

  She slid off the bed until she was standing before him, bowing her head, but not before he saw the faint gleam in her eyes. She’d deliberately baited him, the little minx, knowing full well what she was doing.

  “If you wanted a punishment session,” he told her, “maybe you should have come right out and asked me.”

  “It’s not my place to do so.” Her voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the hunger in it.

  “It is if you ask permission,” he reminded her. “For that little lapse in memory, and a touch of impudence, I think a session is more than in order.”

  He looked around the room, seeking things he could use. The first thing that caught his eye was his dress tie, hanging over the back of the chair with his jacket. Draping it around his neck he opened the door to her closet. Conveniently hanging at the front was a hook holding a couple of belts. Smiling to himself, he lifted one of them off and closed the door.

  “Turn around and bend over the bed, girl. Hands behind your back. We’ll have an interesting little session here.”

  She wet her lips, paused then positioned herself as he asked. Using his necktie, he bound her wrists together at the small of her back then took a moment to smooth his hand across the sweet curve of her ass. Before this night was over he was going to fuck her there, and then she’d be completely his.

  Is that what I really want? That commitment?

  But it seemed he couldn’t help himself where she was concerned. And what the fuck was that all about?

  He tested the knots in the tie then, leaning forward, brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her cheek.

  “Such a sweet girl. And such a beautiful ass. But even more gorgeous when it’s flaming red.”

  He wrapped the end of the belt with the buckle around his hand, took a deep breath and applied the belt to her skin.

  Thwack!

  The leather made such a satisfying sound on her skin, emphasized by the shriek that escaped from her lips, swallowed almost as soon as it burst forth. Her entire body clenched against the sting of the blow, but then he could see her forcing herself to relax. Nudging her feet even farther apart, he delivered the second stroke then a third. Each time the belt smacked against her ass it left a bright red stripe. Watching the red heat spread over her buttocks made his dick flex in response. He paused a moment to wrap his fingers around the swollen shaft, using his thumb to spread the fluid already beading at the slit over the soft skin of the head.

  He swallowed a laugh when Megan writhed on the bed, wriggling her ass temptingly at him, silently urging him to get back to it. She might scream when the pain surged through her, but she craved it as much as her next breath.

  He took up the cadence again, applying the leather to her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. At one point he nudged her feet farther apart, his eyes taking in the dampness that had spread to her inner thighs. He forced himself to stop at twenty, knowing anything beyond that could be dangerous. But he’d achieved his purpose. Megan was panting and sobbing, even as she kept pushing herself back toward him. When he placed one palm over her buttocks the heat warmed his hand. He bit each cheek gently, sparking a surge of pleasure through his body.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded. “Stay just as you are.”

  He glanced around the room again. Improvise, he reminded himself. Any woman he’d ever gone home with for a night always had interesting things stashed in their nightstand, though he didn’t think Megan fell into that category. But when he opened the drawer in the one next to Megan’s bed, his eyes widened. Nestled next to a velvet cradle holding two different vibrators was a pair of handcuffs lined with pink fleece and—yes!—a tube of gel.

  Alrighty then!

  The handcuffs gave him pause. Surely she hadn’t just bought them for herself. Dangling them from his fingers, he turned to the bed and swung them back and forth in front of Megan’s gaze.

  “Saving these for something special, were you? I thought you said you never brought anyone here. So how come you have these?”

  Te
ars stained her cheeks and she flexed her fingers that had to be stiffening by now, but she managed a smile for him.

  “They’re special handcuffs, Sir. If you would untie me, I can show you how they work.”

  “Is that right? This better not be a trick or I’ll have to apply my hand to your ass. Or apply the belt again.”

  She swallowed hard and found another smile. The impudent gleam was back in her eyes.

  “No tricks. Although…” She wiggled her ass.

  Holy shit! She wanted more already even though her skin had to be still on fire.

  He undid his tie from her wrists and eased her over to her back, helping her to sit up, gently rubbing her wrists where the tie had constricted them. Wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of one hand, she took the cuffs from him. He watched in amazement as she pushed a button to open them, slipped them over both wrists and pushed a center lock into place. Then, maneuvering her fingers, she depressed the button again and the cuffs sprang open.

  She laughed at the look on his face. “Sometimes I like to play ‘Captive’ when I’m home by myself.” She glanced away from him, suddenly almost shy, a very becoming blush creeping up her cheeks. “It helps me when I—” She bit her lower lip.

  Fuck. The sight of her teeth sinking into that plump flesh made him even harder, if that was possible. The thought of what she did when she cuffed herself sent a jolt of electricity through his balls

  “When you get yourself off with your toys?” He nodded at the drawer.

  “That’s right.”

  “And exactly how do you do that if you’ve got yourself all cuffed up?” he asked.

  “I—” She swallowed and tried again. “I—put the toy inside me first, then lie down, and…you know.”

  Yes, he did. With sudden clarity. And hadn’t the night just gotten even more interesting.

  Holy fuck!

  The image he conjured up almost made him come just standing there.

  “Well.” He drawled the word. “That opens up even more possibilities.” He massaged her arms for a moment, easing the discomfort she had to be feeling from being restrained before. Then he took a step away from the bed. “I want you to do it for me. Right now.”

  “Okay.” She nearly whispered the word. The self-confident sub was suddenly replaced by one with an attack of nerves.

  Nerves? Sassy Megan?

  For a brief second, with acute clarity, he glimpsed the real woman behind the façade she wore both for the public and at The Edge. She had obviously had two sides of herself she allowed her different publics to see, but he realized the real woman was hiding beneath both of them. And that was the one he wanted.

  He tried to kick himself mentally, telling himself that could get complicated and he didn’t do complicated. At the same time, he was painfully aware this was different than anything he’d experienced before. A different kind of trust was at issue here, a trust involving emotion, not sex. While it scared him, he couldn’t stop wanting it. And wondering if Megan was wrestling with the same feelings.

  She shifted herself until she was in position on the edge of the bed, grimacing slightly when her very sore ass rubbed against the comforter. Beau would have been more bothered by it if he didn’t see the gleam of desire in her eyes, or the way it sparkled as she deliberately moved her ass back and forth to increase her discomfort.

  He watched avidly as she took one of the dildos and slowly inserted it in her cunt. No lubrication needed here. She was plenty wet. She pressed the button at the bottom and at once the toy began to emit a hum. Her body jerked in response, but she clenched her jaw while she struggled with the cuffs. When she had the cuffs locked around her wrists she lay back on the bed and closed her eyes.

  “Look at me,” Beau commanded. “Don’t close your eyes.”

  He’d seen a lot during his years of play at dungeons and in strange beds, but nothing had turned him on quite like the vision of Megan bucking on the bed under the vibration of the dildo, unable to touch herself as her body strained toward completion. He could see she was right on the edge, nearly ready to explode.

  “Stop.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Right now.” He reached down, turned off the vibrator and slipped it from her body.

  “But—”

  “You’ll come when I’m ready for you to come.” Which needed to be damn soon or he’d be having a party all by himself.

  Beau wrapped his fingers around his cock again. Jesus, it throbbed like a bitch and his balls ached unmercifully. If he didn’t fuck her soon, he’d implode.

  “Off the bed and onto your knees.”

  Megan was breathing heavily, obviously trying to control herself as her body begged for the release it needed, but she wasn’t going to disobey him. He saw that in her eyes. Her movements were awkward with her hands behind her back so Beau guided her until she was kneeling directly in front of him. Then he ordered her to open her mouth and tilt her head back. When he had her at the proper angle, he rested the head of his shaft on her bottom lip, idly stroking.

  The touch of her tongue nearly made him lose it right then. Without any urging from him she closed her lips around his thick shaft and pulled him deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him. Then, as she’d done the first night they were together, she moved her head back and forth, sucking on his rod, pulling with her lips, nipping with her teeth when only the head remained enclosed then sucking him deep again.

  His mind flashed back to that first night at The Edge, and the image of her like this that he’d carried with him in Afghanistan. They’d been so busy with other things the past two nights at The Edge that having her suck him like this hadn’t made it to the top of the list. But Jesus! He’d wanted it so badly. And now the reality was better than the memory of that night.

  He wanted to prolong the sensations, the wet clasp of her mouth, the gentle scrape of her teeth, the soft touch of her tongue. But his body was already screaming at him, ready to explode. He needed to fuck her now. Before one. More. Minute. Passed.

  “Stop.”

  She looked at him, a question in her eyes, when he gripped her jaw and slid his shaft from her mouth. His hands shook with need as he lifted her back to the bed, sliding against the thin sheen of perspiration covering her skin. The pulse at the hollow of her throat beat erratically at a rapid pace and the heat from her eyes alone threatened to burn him. Reaching for some fleeting thread of control he arranged her on her hands and knees, head resting on the comforter, and reached for the tube of gel and a condom. In seconds he was sheathed and had spread a generous amount on his cock and one finger, pressing the digit against the tight pink ring of her anus.

  “Breathe,” he told her. “Deep, deep breathes. I want my cock in here almost more than I want my next breath. You’re aroused enough to take me now. Remember how this was when I fucked you here before? This will be even better.”

  And she was. The moan from her lips was one of lust not of objection.

  He worked the lube into her hot rectum until he was sure the tissues were well greased before pressing the head of his dick to the opening. Slowly, gritting his teeth at the erotic sensations that whipped through his body, he eased himself inside until she had taken him in completely. He closed his eyes for a moment, sucking in a breath and hoping he could last more than two seconds. Then, gripping her hips, he drove into her again and again, the walls of her dark channel gripping him like an electric glove.

  She pushed back against him, thrusting her hips at him as cries of pleasure ripped from her throat. Beau knew his own body was covered with sweat, his balls nearly bursting as he plunged into her body over and over. The muscles at the base of his spine tightened and the ache in his balls intensified.

  “Now,” he shouted. “Come now. Right now.”

  And she did, exploding with him in a kaleidoscope of light, a tidal wave of spasms that shook them both and tossed them into a black velvet whirlwind. She clenched around him until he was sure t
he walls of her rectum would squeeze his cock into nothing and still the tremors shook them as if they were in the grip of a giant fist.

  At the point when he was sure they would both die from the intensity of the orgasm, the spasms slowly subsided, leaving him weak as a kitten. He had presence of mind enough to release the button on the cuffs and to catch himself on his forearms as he fell forward over Megan’s body. But that was all he could do for a long time.

  Holy shit! What just happened here?

  Whatever it was he’d never experienced it before. Not with any sub. Anywhere. Ever.

  Calling on every bit of self-discipline he could muster, he lifted himself and eased his shaft from the grip of her body. On shaky legs he stumbled to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and managed to turn on the taps for the bathtub. A jar of pink bath salts sat on one corner of the ledge and he dumped some into the steaming water.

  He gave silent thanks for his training as a member of Delta Force that gave him the strength he needed now. Time to take very good care of his sub. His sub? Oh, yeah. His indeed. And she deserved the very best aftercare he could reward her with.

  Chapter Four

  Megan moved as if her bones were made of jelly and her entire body would collapse in a pile at any moment. She managed to make scrambled eggs and toast without dropping everything on the floor, but gave thanks for her Keurig, which meant making coffee required little more than pressing a button. Then she dropped into the chair opposite Beau and let out a sigh. She had no protocol for this, the morning after with a man in her home. Because she’d never brought one home before, and certainly never thought of an overnighter.

  She forced herself to lift her head and look at Beau who was sitting across from her. She was startled to see a smile on his face, one filled something that seemed like…affection. Affection? She wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of that from men. And now she wondered how much of that was her fault. How much the result of the ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude she’d so carefully cultivated.