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“This isn’t the way I’m used to doing things,” she admitted. She was a modern woman who knew what pleased her and wasn’t afraid of helping things along. Honestly, the sooner she could get it over with, the sooner she’d be able to stop wondering about it. She reached for his crotch and curled her hand around his cock.

He was hard and felt impressive. He was as ready as she was.

“Put your hands behind your back, Aria.”

“I…”

“Enjoy the experience,” he reminded her.

“I’d enjoy having your dick in me.”

“Don’t worry. I intend to fuck you. On my timing, not yours.”

“We’re grown-ups here.”

“Do you really not enjoy foreplay? The anticipation?”

“I open all my gifts before Christmas and tape them back up.”

“I believe that about you. I know that it might be difficult, but you’re not going to make me move quicker. Play by my rules tonight. And tomorrow, if you didn’t like it, I’ll rip your clothes off and fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”

His words rocked her back on her heels, so when she answered, she tried to keep it light, rather than let him know how much he affected her. “I can already tell you. I like my way better.”

“We’ll have a critical analysis of my performance over breakfast.”

The reminder that she’d still be here in the morning added another pulse of excitement.

“Agreed?”

She resisted the impulse to fondle his balls. The idea of him taking her hard and fast appealed on so many levels.

“Hands behind your back,” he reminded her.
“Do as I say.”

The edge in his voice was different from anything she’d heard from him. It shocked her a little, as if there were two sides to his personality. Just because he said he cherished a woman evidently didn’t mean he would tolerate her deviating from his plan.

“From here on, I expect you to do everything I say, without argument.”

“That makes me nervous.”

“I’m going to prove to you that nothing will happen that you don’t like or approve of. If anything is too scary, say the word yellow and we’ll slow down or stop. We’ll discuss it, or maybe move onto something else. It’s my intention to take you to the edge, but not over it.”

“Are you a mind reader?”

“I’ll be watching every one of your reactions. Tell me how your nipples feel.”

“They ache for your touch.” He’d strung her tight, already. Although a fresh flood of nerves made her mouth dry, she forced out a breath and put her hands behind her back.

“Put your shoulders back, Aria. Offer your whole body to me.”

Her nipples were still damp and hard. She realized she’d never really been seduced before. Simon, her fiancé, had moved straight from kissing to heavy petting. She’d done some touching in return. Before long, they’d ended up in the bedroom. Sex was good, most of the time, but he’d never just looked at her body, talked to her, told her what he intended to do, forced her to wait.

“Keep your hands where they are.”

He swept her from her feet and carried her to the couch to place her on the edge of it. Then he knelt in front of her to pull off her boots.

“I can do that,” she protested.

“I hear that from you a lot,” he said easily. “If I wanted you to, I’d ask you. Relax. Let me.”

Damn, he looked so freaking hot, kneeling there, and she had the sudden, vivid image of him putting his mouth on her pussy. Despite his orders and her own intention to let him set the pace, she dug her feet into the floor and lifted her hips.

He ignored her silent protest, which drove her a little more insane. After tugging off each boot, he helped her to stand.

“I want to look at your body,” he said, “inch by inch, as I bare it.”

“You’re a confounding man.”

“Who might go looking for a gag.”

She gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, Aria, yes I would.”

Uncertainty made her shut up.

He reached behind her to lower the zipper on her skirt. Then he tugged the material down. It pooled to the floor, but she didn’t step out of it or attempt to move.

“You…are damn perfect.” Next he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her tights and lowered them.

Already she knew better than to offer to help. Instinct made her tighten her muscles. That didn’t deter him. Rather, he continued what he was doing, crouching as he went on.

Then she was standing and he was on his knees before her.

“Lift each foot.”

She did and he removed the tights.

“Your body is so womanly.”

By any standards, she wasn’t perfect. Her hips were curvy, and her stomach was not flat despite constant working out. But he made her feel as if she were a pin-up model.

“Play with your nipples. I want you pinching, tugging, squeezing. Are you wet, yet?”

“I have been for a while.”

He drew her panties down and she stepped out of them.

She felt his warm breath on her lower belly.

Then he placed a finger between her legs and slid back and forth between her labia.

“Damn,” she said.

He slid a finger into her pussy and she jerked.

“Keep playing with your nipples.”

“They’re a little tender.”

“Spread your legs as far apart as you can comfortably keep them.”

“I…” She wasn’t sure what she was really saying, but sensation burned through her as he continued to fuck her with his finger.

He pinched her right thigh.

She yelped.

“I said legs apart, Aria.”

She did as he’d said and was immediately rewarded when he licked her pussy. “Oh, God.”

Aria wished she could see his reaction. But all she could see was the top of his head. She’d had men eat her out before, but never while she was standing.

She wanted to grip his shoulders. The experience of him pleasing her without her reciprocating was foreign, and she wasn’t sure she liked it.

He brought one hand behind and spread his finger across her buttocks to keep her in place before he tongued her pussy. She cried out and her knees turned wobbly.

He was relentless—nipping, sucking, licking. Then he slipped a second finger inside her.

“Damn. Damn, damn, damn.
Fuck.
I want…”

“You taste so damn good.”

He moved a finger until he touched her G-spot.

“I…” She moaned. He had her on the edge and wouldn’t let her go over it. “I can’t take this.” Her words were wrapped in a whimper.

“Say yellow if you need me to slow down,” he reminded her. “Otherwise I’m going to finger fuck you till you can’t stand, little Aria.” He pistoned them into her, but licked her gently at the same time, the juxtaposition making her mind and body misfire as she came.

She reached for him so she didn’t fall.

“Steady yourself,” he said. “And pull on your gorgeous nipples.”

“I want you to do me,” she insisted. Her body quivered, but he ignored her totally, continuing to relentlessly drive her toward another orgasm. “I can’t.”

Again, he said nothing.

“Grant!”

She tried to play with her nipples as he wanted, but sensation overloaded her. Despite her best intentions and his instructions, she screamed as she came, her sex pulsing around his fingers. Unable to stand on her own, Aria pitched forward and grabbed hold of his shoulders.

Even that didn’t stop him. “I want you wet,” he said.

He put a third finger in her, then thrust them in and out, going deeper, demanding more. He moved his tongue quickly, not letting her absorb one feeling before going onto the next.

“Damn!” This man… Grant… He left her exhausted, unable to function.

Finally, he seemed to take pity on her, and he eased back.

“You’re so responsive to my touch, Aria. Perfection.” He stood then scooped her from the floor as he did so.

He placed her on the couch then reached down to smooth hair back from her cheeks before saying, “You may be almost ready for me to fuck.”

Almost
ready…?

Her chest rose and fell, and she couldn’t catch a breath.

“Stay where you are.”

As if she could move.

“I’ll be right back.” He plucked a soft and plush throw from the back of the couch and draped it over her.

“I…” Her brain scrambled to keep up with him. She knew he was a Dom, but she hadn’t realized that meant he would change her entire expectation about sex. She hadn’t seen his body unclothed yet, and she’d already been rocked by orgasm after orgasm. This wasn’t just about the physical, she realized. It was emotional, mental, too.

Grant had touched her body as if they were intimate partners rather than recent acquaintances. No one had ever taken this much time to prepare her and make sure she wanted it.

And damn him, if it was already like this, what else did he have in store? He’d urged her to live dangerously and, for the first time, she was tempted.

When he returned, he dropped a condom on the ottoman.

“Finally,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows and reaching for him.

“Not so fast.”

“I’m really confused about this whole BDSM thing,” she admitted.

“I’m listening.”

“I thought it was about a woman getting spanked and a man getting his cock worshiped.”

“Where did you get your information?”

“It’s general knowledge.”

“It is, is it?”

“I have friends who are into it. And…” She sighed and turned red from embarrassment. “Fine. I admit it. That piece of information came from a bachelorette party.” The more champagne they’d consumed, the more outrageous the stories had become.

“What else did you hear?”

Though she squirmed, he wasn’t leaving the conversation alone. “From what I heard, I wasn’t all that excited to try kinky things. One woman said that guys get into it because they get to boss women around.”

“Well, women are generally in charge, so that’s fair.”

Aria scowled at him.

“As for the cock worship, you’re certainly welcome to get on with it.”

At his lascivious grin, she grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him. He dodged and it landed right near the sleeping dog.

“Each relationship is unique, I told you. But yes, you get spanked. As for cock worship, that can be part of it, and I might ask you to suck me off and lick my balls. But you won’t have to earn the privilege.”

He kept her on the ragged edge.

“Have you ever had your cunt slapped?”

Her insides clenched.

“I’ll take that as a no, but I want you to say, not until now, Sir.”

Her heart rushed to her toes. If she hadn’t been lying down, she might have needed to sit. This was impossible. Erotic. “I’m not sure I even want that.”

“Are you willing to try?”

Was she?

His question tumbled through her mind. But he never forced the issue.

“If you are, pull back the blanket, move so you can lie down fully on the chaise.” He pointed to indicate the wing part of the sectional on the far right. “I want your feet flat on the ground. I want your pussy completely exposed. This time, I won’t tie your legs, unless you want me to.”

“No. Thanks for asking, though.”

He gave a quick, calculated smile that stopped time for her. “The perfect submissive response is, whatever you please, Sir.”

“Sir?” She pursed her lips before continuing. “Is that required?”

“By a lot of Doms, yes. Some prefer Master.”

“Sir sounds good.”

“A lot of others are comfortable with first names or nicknames. I like Sir just because it will give you a frame of reference for when we’re working, having a regular fuck or when we’re in a scene.”

“Makes sense.” As much as any of this did.

“So in addition to doing what I asked, I want you to ask me to spank your pussy. Or you can use the word cunt.”

Aria bunched the blanket in her fist. She could say yellow or sit up, or grab her clothes and run like hell. “I’m obviously a novice.” But, evidently, a willing student.

“You’re doing fine. To be clear, if you want to continue, what will you do? And what will you say?” He stayed where he was, and she saw his erection straining against the front of his jeans.

Trying to make sense of this was somewhat like trying to pull an individual piece of spaghetti out of a boiling pot. “I will pull back the blanket.” Which meant releasing her death grip. “I’ll scoot to the end of the chaise and lie back, put my feet on the floor and spread my legs.” The thought of that tantalized her.

He continued to regard her. She could get lost in the depth of his blue eyes, and she yearned to see approval in them.

Though she was a bit nervous, the emotion was spiced by a smidgeon of
what the hell
. “And I’d ask you to please spank my pussy.” She hesitated. “Sir.” She realized she wouldn’t get any help from him.

Hands shaking, she pulled back the blanket. Then she scooched into position. With the way he stared, spreading her legs took on a whole new level of eroticism.

It took a few seconds for her to repeat his words. The fact she’d said it once didn’t help in the least. “Please, spank my pussy, Sir.”

“Would you like me to tie your legs?”

In time, she remembered the correct answer, “Whatever pleases you, Sir.”

“In that case, no. I want you to stay in position, even if it’s demanding. If you break position, I want you to force yourself back into it. If it’s absolutely more than you can bear, say yellow.”

The mind fuck was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It seduced her without him ever touching her.

She braced herself by grabbing the sides of the chaise.

“It helps if you relax,” he said. “I know it sounds contrary to instinct, but the pain will hurt worse if you’re tense.”

She shook out her legs and forced out a breath.

Grant put two fingers in front of her mouth and said, “Get them wet.”

Her taste was still on his fingers from earlier.

He stroked her pussy. Despite her trepidation, it only took seconds for her natural lubrication to start working.

She forgot to be afraid and, instead, surrendered to the deliciousness.

“Ask me,” he prompted.

“Please, spank my cunt, Sir.” She wondered if the word shocked him as much as it had her.