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Authors: Trista Ann Michaels

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She tried to push back against him, but he slapped her ass again. “Patience!”

“I don’t have any,” she whined.

“I see that,” he purred. “And honestly, right now, neither do I.”

He shoved into her, pushing her forward. She gripped the headboard to keep from falling and then thrust against him, forcing his cock even deeper. With a groan, he pulled back, then plunged in again, this time going so deep his balls slapped against her clit with electrifying pleasure.

God, he was so big. In this position, he felt even bigger, stretching her walls so tight it bordered on pain. He held himself there as he slid his palm around to the front and cupped the inside of her upper thighs just below her pussy. He tugged her upward, lifting her higher and allowing him to press in even farther. Connelly gasped as the head of his cock bumped the back of her womb, almost sending her over the edge once more.

He gave her thighs a squeeze before moving his fingers slowly over her mound, just barely brushing her clit.

“Oh, God,” Connelly groaned.

He pulled back and thrust in with enough force to make her breasts wiggle. The clamps tugged at her nipples, and she hissed at the pleasure-pain sensation. The torment came from everywhere—from his cock ramming into her, his palm slapping against her ass, and the clamps biting into her nipples. All of it converged to create sensations she’d never felt before.

Nathan fisted his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. Leaning forward, he growled softly in her ear. “I like how this pussy of yours can take the punishment I dish out.”

Connelly licked her lips and moaned.

“I like how it squeezes at my cock, sucking it deeper. And the more pain I give you”—he tugged her hair harshly, making her whimper—“the more it sucks at my dick. You like it rough, don’t you, pet? Rough and dirty.”

“Yes. Oh, yes. Harder, Master.”

Nathan let go of her hair, reared back, and fucked her fast and harsh. He thrust in and out, showing her no mercy as he shoved his cock deeper, it seemed, with every push of his hips.

Connelly could hardly breathe it felt so good. When he reached around and pinched her clit, she exploded like a rocket. Just as her throbs were about to subside, he grabbed the clips and released them both at the same time. Blood rushed back into her nipples, sending searing shots of pain through her breasts, and to her shock, her orgasm began anew. She’d never felt anything like it. Gripping the headboard, she shoved her hips back against Nathan, screaming, “Oh, yes. Oh, God. Yes!”

With a shout, Nathan fell off that cliff with her, shoving his cock against her womb as he lost himself to his own release.

Every inch of Connelly’s body shook in weakness as Nathan pulled his cock free of her pussy and helped her to lower to her stomach. With a sigh, she relaxed against the soft mattress and warm covers beneath her. Now that the excitement was over, she noticed the cool air of the room, which made her shiver.

“Shh,” Nathan cooed as he removed his condom and tossed it away in the trash.

She didn’t even notice when he’d put one on.

“What did you mean you remembered a condom this time?” she asked sleepily.

Nathan leaned over and kissed her upper back sweetly, and she moaned.

“I almost took you bareback in the pool. That’s why I stopped.”

“So Master Delacroix can be pushed to lose control?”

He chuckled and kissed her spine in the center of her back. His soft lips were playing havoc with her senses.

“On occasion.”

“I have an implant, and I’ve been tested. You?”

“Well, I don’t have an implant,” he teased as he slowly drew his fingers over her hip. “But I have been tested. I have a rule here at the club, though, to always use a condom, even couples who’ve been together for a while. It wouldn’t look good for me to forgo that rule but still expect them to follow.” He kissed the small of her back. “But here in my guesthouse is another story, and I’ll remember I don’t need one next time.”

She smiled slightly. Next time? Did he want to see her again?

“And that next time may be later tonight,” he whispered in her ear, sending goose bumps over her flesh. “You’re staying with me tonight, pet. Your Dom insists you be in his arms for now.”

He settled on the bed next to her, and she turned, snuggling up to his chest and laying her head on his shoulder. He wrapped one arm around her upper back and the other he used to cover her hand that rested over his chest. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her ear and smiled. Was he actually beating in time with her heartbeats?

“What about your guests?” she asked tiredly.

“They’ll be fine.”

This felt so good, being in his arms. She was safe, content, and more satisfied than she’d ever felt in her entire life. She closed her eyes and sighed.

Just please don’t get attached.

* * * *

Nathan awoke with a jerk and glanced around the dark room. It was that damn vision again. With the flash of light came the pain in his head, only this time he was better prepared for it and the impact was less of a shock. Sighing, he sat up and looked at the clock. It was 3 a.m. The patio outside was quiet. Apparently everyone had gone home. Everyone except his hot little masochist in the bed next to him.

He smiled slightly and touched her hair. It was soft between his fingers, and he was sorely tempted to wake her with his cock between her legs but decided to let her sleep awhile longer.

The pink stripes he’d given her with his flogger were visible in the dim light of the room, and he slowly ran his finger over one, causing her to stir. If he didn’t stop touching her, he would renege on the decision to let her sleep.

Sighing, he dropped his hand and decided to step outside and check on the patio and see if some fresh air would help to get the remnants of that vision out of his head.

He climbed from the bed and walked naked out the front door. The warm night air blew across his skin, cooling his overheated flesh. Too many bad visions and not enough sleep. He really needed to figure this out.

He glanced around the now spotless pool deck, always surprised at just how well his cleaning crew took care of things. There was no sign of a party at all. Those people needed yet another raise.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge behind the pool bar, he decided to sit in one of the cushioned lounge chairs. As he did, he tried to replay the image through his mind. What was he seeing? A gun. A flash of light. This time he definitely heard a woman scream. There was also the blood on his hand again.

He took a sip of the water as he stared up at the stars. What the hell did it all mean? Whose blood was it? And more importantly, was it Connelly he heard screaming?

That thought did not sit well with him. The last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt, but damned if, after last night, he could stay away. The connection he had with her was unlike anything he’d experienced, and in some ways it scared the hell out of him. Just what kind of connection was this? And how long would it last?

Was it there for a reason? And what reason would that be?

He drew in a deep breath as he ran his hand down his face and growing beard. He needed to trim it later. Otherwise, it would start to itch. He had so many questions he needed answered and no idea how to figure it out. The things he’d seen in the past were much easier to decipher. This one, he didn’t have a clue.

“Nathan? Are you okay?”

Connelly’s soft voice spoken from just a few feet away surprised him. He’d been so deep in thought over his vision he hadn’t even heard her come outside. She stood there looking quite sexy in the shirt he’d left lying across the back of the chair earlier when he’d changed for the party. The moonlight made her fair skin glow and her eyes sparkle. Damn, she looked stunning.

He held his hand out to her. “Hey, pet. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

She moved forward and placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her onto his lap, straddling his thighs. “I heard you get up but thought you were going to the bathroom. When you didn’t return, I worried.”

Nathan smiled as he brushed a stubborn curl behind her ear. “I’m fine, pet. Just a bad dream.”

Her brow creased, and Nathan used the tip of his finger to smooth it out. He hated to see a worried frown on her pretty face.

“Do you have those often?” she asked.

“Sometimes. I’m afraid I’m not very good at forgetting some of the things I’ve seen over the years.”

“I know the feeling,” she whispered.

Nathan slid his hand down the shirt she wore and popped the button loose. “Do you have bad dreams, Connelly? About what happened to you?”

“I haven’t in a while,” she murmured.

Nathan could feel her desire, her understanding, even the heat of her pussy. She wasn’t close enough. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up so her pussy rested right over his cock.

“Mmm,” he purred. “That’s better. Now, what were we talking about?”

Her lips twitched. “Nightmares.”

“Oh, yeah,” he purred as he rocked her over his shaft. “Nightmares.” His gaze dropped to the partially open shirt. “Undo the rest of the buttons, pet. Then cup your breasts for me.”

Connelly slowly worked the buttons free one by one. Nathan narrowed his eyes and growled at how long she was taking.

“Now who’s impatient?” she said with a grin.

Spreading the shirt open, she cupped her breasts and gave them a squeeze.

“Pinch your nipples,” he ordered.

She did and then tugged at them. Nathan moaned in approval at the sight of her touching herself. Damn, that was hot—her small hands massaging her breasts, her pink nails pulling at her rosy nipples. He was getting hard already, and he knew she was aroused. He could feel it.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered. “See if you’re wet.”

Hell, he already knew she was. He could feel her cream against his cock. He just wanted to see her do it.

Keeping her gaze on his, she lowered her hands slowly to her mound. She moved her fingers over and between her labia, teasing herself just as Nathan had teased her. She looked hot with her face flushed and her eyes half-open. Even her lips were parted as she sighed in pleasure.

“That’s hot as hell,” he said with a sideways grin, his nightmare temporarily forgotten.

She removed her hand and placed her wet fingers before his lips. He pulled them into his mouth, licking her sweet taste from her knuckles.

“Very nice,” he whispered, then bit the tip of her finger.

“What else would you like for me to do?” she asked in a sexy voice Nathan wasn’t sure he’d heard before, but he definitely liked.

“Take me inside you,” he replied. “All of me.”

Connelly rested her hands on his shoulders as she lifted her hips. Nathan gripped her waist and settled her opening over the tip of his shaft. His cock jerked in anticipation of her heat engulfing him, and he really had to struggle to continue to let her keep the pace. All he wanted to do was tug her down on his length and fill her full.

She lowered herself partway, and Nathan gritted his teeth at how tight she was. She moaned and pulled back before pushing down again. This time, she went most of the way before stopping and pulling back once more. She struggled to take him with one stroke.

When he did it, he just shoved hard, forcing his way past her tight walls. She enjoyed the pain of it as he stretched her. But it was a little different when she was doing it to herself.

“Too much, pet?” he whispered.

She shook her head. “No.”

This time when she went down, she took all of him. Nathan sighed as her walls quivered around him, settling around his girth like a hot glove. Connelly let her head fall back as she moaned in pleasure. He knew the sound, the way her hips jerked with the beating of her heart.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, and he gently pulled her hips forward, allowing her to sink a little farther. She gasped and jerked her hips, making Nathan groan in delight.

“Damn, you feel good,” he growled.

While her head was back, Nathan leaned forward and placed biting kisses along the column of her throat. Connelly murmured incoherently as he continued to nibble her neck. She smelled like a mixture of coconut and the cologne that lingered on his shirt, and he inhaled her scent, wanting to drag her into him.

He cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers before pinching them harshly. He watched Connelly’s face in fascination as she sighed in pleasure. When he twisted them, her pussy clenched his length.

Connelly began to rock faster, grinding her clit against his groin. He didn’t mind if she came. He could get her to come again. He knew how she liked it and what made her scream. When she exploded around him, he smiled and watched her ride out the waves. Her walls vibrated around him, milking him of what felt like his very soul.

What had this little slip of a redhead done to him?

She sighed and sagged against him as the last of her throbs began to die. Nathan ran his hands slowly up and down her back in a soothing pattern, enjoying the feel of her skin beneath his touch.

“We’re not done yet, pet,” he whispered.

Connelly sat up and looked at him with big eyes that left him breathless. He loved that soft look of trepidation in her eyes. It set his blood racing.

He cupped her cheek and pulled her face down to his for a kiss. “I plan on fucking this hot little pussy till you beg me to stop.”

He made her come three more times before finally finding his own release deep in her tight walls.

Chapter Seventeen

Connelly staggered in the front door of her house and winced at how weak and bruised she felt. God, the man was incredible, but if they kept this up, she’d be raw inside.

She’d left while he was still sleeping. Hopefully he wouldn’t be upset at that, but she hadn’t gone with the intent to spend the night, and she had a lot of things she needed to do today. One of which was meet her editor for dinner, since she was in Atlanta for the Romance Writers of America conference, which Connelly had already been read the riot act for not attending.

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