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She was half out of her head and she knew it. But

when his lips met hers the entire world faded away. God, his mouth
was soft and hot. She leaned in, wanting more, felt one of his hands
slide around the back of her neck, his fingers burying in her hair. She
opened her lips, inviting him inside, but he pulled back, leaving her needy and panting. He slipped his hand up, over her cheek, looked into her eyes. His were shadowed, unreadable. But she could sense the heavy rhythm of his breath.
She had never been in such an exquisite state of arousal in her life.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Yes.”
If only he would kiss her again. Kiss her and kiss her and never stop. But he moved back around behind her once more. She steadied her racing pulse, ready and wanting the soft kiss of his little whip almost as much she wanted his lips on hers. She didn't know why it felt so good, but it did. She'd been scared only the first minute or two before her body had relaxed into it as though familiar with the cadence of his strokes. And there was no real pain. For some reason she didn't understand, she knew she wouldn't mind if there was. He started again right away with the flogger, the leather hitting her skin, releasing its earthy scent. Her body moved right into it, loving the sensation, loving even more that it was
him
doing this to her. Over and over, while her mind went into a sort of trance of buzzing desire. Then one hard, sharp smack. She gasped, melted, smiled. A cry rose from the crowd. She realized she'd forgotten all about them, about the hundreds of people watching. And this sudden realization sent a surge of excitement through her. His face was next to her ear suddenly. “How are you doing? Do you want more?” “Yes. Please.”
Was this really her here with him, doing these things, asking for more? But she couldn't find it within herself to care. All she knew was sensation, being under his hands. It was too good to stop.
This time he hit her harder. Her body seemed to absorb the sensation,
to turn it into pure pleasure. And after a while she found if she
opened her eyes and focused on the crowd, their energy fed her. Fed her pleasure, fed her desire.
She had no idea how long she'd been there when he stopped and wrapped an arm around her waist, his palm flattening on her bare stomach. Fire flooded her and she wished he'd move his hand lower. Right here, in front of all these people. She didn't care. She only knew what she needed.
“Jesus, what you do to me, Devin.” His voice was rough. He was breathing as hard as she was. He sounded like a man who'd just had sex.
God.
She moaned, let the weight of her body hang against the leather cuffs holding her up. “I think you're done.”
“No!”
He laughed. “Oh yes, you are. You're too far gone to know it, but that's my job, to take care of you.”
Yes, take care of me. . .
She knew she wasn't thinking straight. She didn't care.
He unbuckled her and her legs went weak. She fell into his arms.
Nothing had ever felt better to her.
“Ah, I've got you, my girl.
My girl. Sweet.
He held her for a moment, buried his face in her hair. Her body was alive, electric, lit up with need. He half-carried her to the padded bench against the back wall. The girl in the red corset approached and she knew he was going to leave her there with the girl. “Shaye . . . please.”
He knelt on the floor in front of her, rubbed her arms. “What is it?
What do you need? Are you cold? Thirsty?”
She shook her head. “Don't go away.”
He stared at her, his hazel eyes smoky, serious. He bit down on his lip, his strong white teeth coming down on the soft flesh, sinking into it. She wanted him to kiss her again. Finally he said, “You are fucking amazing, Devin. But I have to go to work. Melissa will take care of you.”
She shook her head. Why did she feel like crying? And then, to her horror, one big, fat tear slid down her cheek.
“Jesus,” he muttered, then pulled her into his arms. “Shh, you're okay, you're just crashing. It usually only happens with heavy play. You'll be okay in a while.” She felt okay with his strong arms around her, crushed against his chest, his bare skin right up against hers. Better than okay. As long as he didn't get up and leave. Again he said, “I have to get back to work.”
She shook her head mutely, tilted her head up and pressed her lips to his. She heard a moan from him before he opened his lips and his sweet tongue slid into her mouth. She pulled it in, pulled in his breath. Her arms went around his neck. His kiss was hard and wet. She was wet, too, had never been so wet in her life. He stopped, pulled back. “Damn it, Devin. I'm not supposed to do this with the club girls.”
She managed between panting breaths, “I'm not another club girl.” He looked into her eyes. He bit his lip again, making her want to put her tongue there, to lick that tender spot. She shivered. He let out a long breath, ran a hand back through his hair. “Fuck it. I'm taking you out of here.”
He helped her to her feet, and with one arm looped around her waist, said to the redcorseted girl, “Melissa, get her shirt for me, will you? I'm taking the rest of the night off. Tell the others.” The girl did as he asked, and he helped Devin back into her top. Then he led her from the Ring, down the stairs, almost carrying her
through the press of bodies and the thundering music. He stopped to get her coat, draped it around her shoulders and led her from the club, into the cold night. Outside she pulled the frosty air into her lungs, trying to get her brain working while he talked to the doorman, who sent another guy off at a run to retrieve Shaye's car. They stood in silence, his arm still firmly around her. She was surprised when the kid from the club pulled up in a silver BMW. This was Shaye's car? Somehow she'd assumed he was one of those classic club guys, who drove some junker and lived with six roommates in a flat off Haight Street. Not that it mattered.
He helped her into the passenger seat, went around and got in. “I'll take you home. And it'll be whatever you want it to be. Tell me where you live.”
She gave him the address and he shifted the small, sleek car into first gear and took off. The night seemed heavy with silence after the pounding music of the club. She felt enveloped by it, as though they were isolated from the rest of the world, just the two of them driving through the darkness.
Every now and then he glanced over at her as he drove, but they didn't speak. She was glad. She was afraid too much talking would break this sensual spell. She wasn't ready to give it up. They reached her building and he found a spot in front. All gentleman again, he came around to her side of the car, opened her door, helped her out. She was a bit wobbly on her feet and he steadied her, his strong arm looping around her waist, so that she was right up against him. She caught a whiff of that masculine, woodsy scent and it went straight to her sex, soaking her.
“Here, give me your keys, Devin.”
She pulled them from her pocket and handed them over. It felt good to let him take over, take care of everything.
“ . .
that's my job, to take care of you.
”
Yes. So nice.
She gave him her apartment number and he bundled her into the ancient elevator that held the papery, moldy scent of old books. She'd been to Paris once and had visited the catacombs beneath the city, those ancient caves lined with the skulls and bones of thousands. The elevator smelled exactly like the dim entranceway there. She hadn't found the place frightening, but rather fascinating and even beautiful in its own way. Did that make her morbid? Or simply someone who was attracted to the unusual? Perhaps it wasn't so odd after all, what she'd done tonight. That this supremely kinky man was here with her. That she was about to . . . what? She shivered all over just imagining what might take place.
He didn't let go of her as the elevator creaked up to her floor, his body deliciously solid against hers. The doors slid open and he moved with her down the hallway, found her door and inserted the key. The door swung open and he pulled her inside. It was warm in her apartment; she must have left the heat on. In the dark it seemed womblike. Safe, yet incredibly sexy at the same time. Shaye was still holding on to her. She didn't ever want him to let go.
“Devin.” His voice was a deep whisper.
“Yes?”
“Tell me if you want me to go and I will.”
“I want you to stay.”
He pulled her closer, until she swore she could feel the hammering beat of his heart through the clothing which separated them. She peered through the dark, could see the silhouette of his face only inches from hers.
Please kiss me.
“Are you sure? I want you to be sure. Because it isn't really fair of me to ask this right now, after you've been played for the first time.” “I know what I want.”
Please touch me.
“Jesus, Devin.”

He crushed her body to his and kissed her, hard. She opened to him immediately and his hot, slippery tongue found hers. Her sex clenched, her whole body trembled with need while they stood just inside her door, making out like a couple of lust-crazed teenagers. He drove his tongue into her mouth and his hands were everywhere, sliding her coat from her shoulders, moving his mouth away only long enough to tear his shirt over his head, then hers. Then he was on her again, his lips seeking out her neck and fastening on the tender flesh there. She shivered with desire as he licked and sucked. Holding onto him, her fingers dug into his shoulders. She wanted her clothes off, wanted to be naked with him.
“Devin,” he crooned against her neck, his voice igniting a new fire within her. Pushing her back up against the door, he kissed his way down the front of her body. He drew his hands over her breasts and her nipples went hard against his palms even through the heavy lace of her bra. Her sex was drenched, wanting him to touch her there. His kisses were hot, sending heat lancing through her body, straight to her core. It was even better when he opened his mouth and dragged his tongue over her skin. “Shaye . . . please . . .”
He seemed to know just what she meant. With quick, clever fingers he undid the clasp on her bra and it fell away, leaving her naked and needy. He worked his way back up her body, pushed her breasts together with his hands and bent to tease her nipples with his hot, wet tongue. God, it felt good, so good she almost needed to come just from this. Then he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked so hard it hurt. But the pain was pleasure at the same time and she only wanted more.
He moved to tease the other nipple in the same way, biting, pulling
it hard into his mouth, making her moan. She ran her hands over his
broad shoulders. He was so big, so well muscled. She could hardly wait to see what the rest of him looked like, felt like.
Yes.
And then he lifted her skirt, pushed the edge of her soaking panties aside and sank down to brush his lips across her aching sex. She arced toward him.
“So damn sweet, Devin. Like warm honey,” he murmured. “I have to know, have to taste you. Spread a little more for me. Yes, that's it.” And then he dove in, fingers and tongue and lips, probing, stroking, then finally sucking on her clit until she thought she'd explode.
When he pushed his fingers inside her she did. She came, hard, in a flash of brilliant, blinding pleasure. She was hot all over, shaking, as her sex clenched and she fought not to cry out. He stood slowly, snaking his way up her body. Every place his bare skin touched hers was like a tiny climax in itself. Finally, he reached her face and caressed her flushed cheeks with his hands, his mouth, a soft fluttering of small kisses. “Jesus, you are too perfect, Devin. So damn responsive. And I'm so hard for you.” He pressed his hips into hers, and she felt the solid ridge of his cock beneath his jeans. She knew instantly she had to have him inside her.
Now.
“I need you, Shaye. Please.”
“Ah, you ask so nicely. So prettily. But I can't do this, Devin. As much as I want you. It's irresponsible of me to have you now, like this.”
Panic went off like a thunderbolt in her chest. “Why?” “I told you earlier, it would be taking advantage of you, after playing you tonight.” He kissed her then, a soft brush of his lips against hers. “Don't think I don't want you. I want you so much it hurts. But I will suffer so that you can think about it after you've had time to calm down, to come back to earth.”
She started to shake her head, but he silenced her with another kiss. His lips were sweet, soft against hers. She was so confused! He pressed his erection into her again, the hard ridge sinking into the flesh of her belly.
His voice was a rough whisper. “You see how much I want you?
How I need to fuck you? But I won't. It's my job to remain in control. But I can still give you pleasure tonight. Is that what you want, Devin?”
She wanted him, all of him. But she understood what he was doing and why. “Yes. I want you to stay with me. Please.”
His hands were on her breasts again, teasing her taut nipples. “Then I'll stay. And I'll bring you pleasure. I'll make you come, over and over. Until you beg for me. And only then will I know that's what you really want.”
He pinched her nipples and she yelped. But the pain quickly turned to burning desire. “Yes, that's it. You can take it. You'll take a lot more tonight. Are you ready?” Was she? Right now she felt ready for anything he wanted to do to her. She was in his hands. She was too far gone, too filled with aching lust, to think about anything else. Tonight she belonged to him. “Yes. I'm ready.”

FOUR

He didn't know how he'd manage to keep himself

under control tonight, but he had to do it. Keep it all together, yes, but he also had to be here with her, present in the moment. He hadn't been so turned on, so fucking out of control, over any woman, ever. He had to have her. In whatever way he could without completely breaking the code he lived by as a dominant. That meant he was responsible for her well-being while she was under his hands. But all he could think about right now was putting his hands on her. And frankly, putting his cock in her, but that was out of the question tonight. He could hold back that much. Oh, but he would touch her all over. All that porcelain skin that looked so cool, but was so hot beneath his fingertips. He couldn't let himself think about how hot and silky her pussy was. How wet and ready. Too much. No, just think about pleasing her. About making her come apart.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkened room, he could see the outline of her hot little body. And he could hear the panting edge in her breath. Just the sound of it made him throb for her. He wrapped a hand up in her long, silky hair, twisting until he felt the strands pull against her skull. A move meant to make her yield to him, yes, but he had to touch that glorious hair, like strands of dark fire. She moaned. He knew he had her, could do anything he wanted, and she wouldn't deny him. It was taking everything he had to keep it together, not to take advantage of her vulnerable state. He pulled her head back, baring her long, slender throat. He bent and tasted her skin again, sucked a bit of that tender flesh into his mouth. Almost as sweet as her hard little clit had been. Another long, hard throb in his cock at the thought.
Fuck. Pull yourself together.
He picked her up with a deep growl and carried her to the sofa, laid her down and slipped the scrap of lace panties over her long legs. She looked so soft and open lying there. And again he had to beat back the animal in him that wanted to jump on her and fuck her senseless. He pulled in a few deep breaths, trying to ignore that floral scent of hers that drove him crazy. Once he had himself under control, he began a slow exploration of her lush little body. Her skin was like pale satin in the blue moonlight coming through the living room window, and just as smooth. He ran his palms over her stomach, her thighs. Her muscles tensed everywhere he touched and she squirmed a little under his hands. What would she feel like under him, under his body, his cock pushing into her?
“Just feel me, Devin,” he murmured to her. “Just focus on the sensation. Let the rest go.”
Another quiet moan from her. Then a sharp intake of breath when
he cupped her breasts in his hands. They were gorgeous. About the
most perfect breasts he'd ever seen on a woman. And her nipples were coming up hard again under his palms. Too tempting. He pinched
them between fingers and thumbs, smiled when she squealed. Even more at the sharp, panting breath that betrayed her pleasure. “You like that, don't you? You like the pain.” “Yes.” The word was a single quiet breath.
He squeezed her nipples harder, then gave a sharp pull.
“Oh!”
“What is it, Devin? Tell me what you're feeling.”
“Like I'm . . . oh God . . .”
“Tell me.” He twisted the hard nubs in his fingers.
“ I . . . it hurts. But it feels too good.”
He pinched harder and heard her groan. “I knew you'd like the pain. I could see that in you the moment I laid eyes on you.” Jesus, her body responded to everything, pleasure or pain, in the same way. And he was rock hard, touching her, hearing her moans. He leaned in and took one nipple between his teeth and bit down. “Ah!” She arched off the sofa, into his mouth. Yes, she loved it.
He sat back and looked at her for a moment. There was so much he wanted to do to this woman. For the first time in his life he was at a loss where to begin.
He pulled in another deep breath, ordered himself to calm down. Then he slipped one hand between her thighs, into that damp heat. His cock gave a hard twitch. He could not believe how wet she was. She writhed, spread her lovely thighs for him. Almost too much for him to take, but he had to do it, had to make her come. There was nothing he wanted more in the world right now. He went to work right away with both hands. One hand inside her, moving his fingers in and out. The other hand teased her clit, tugged and pinched. She was panting in seconds. After only a minute he felt the hard clench of her inner walls around his plunging fingers. Heard her long sigh. Her body shook as though a small earthquake ran through it and her hands fisted in her own hair. Too fucking beautiful. But he was hardly done with her. He leaned in and kissed her fevered forehead, whispered, “Devin, do you have any toys?”
“Toys?” Her voice was still shaky from her climax.
“A vibrator?”
“Yes. In my nightstand.”
“I'll be right back. Don't move.”
As he walked down the narrow hallway he heard her mutter, “As if I could.” He found the bedroom easily enough, turned on a bedside lamp. And was pleased to see the big antique bed with its four carved wooden posts.
Nice.
Plenty he could do in a bed like that. But he'd have to think about it later. Next to the bed was a small nightstand, another antique from the look of it. And in the top drawer was a nice collection of toys. He found one of those butterfly vibrators that women loved so much, but what he really wanted was something more phallic. He shuffled a paperback book aside and found it, a large pink vibrator, textured all over with a raised dot pattern. Nice piece of equipment. His cock burned with lust just thinking about what he could do to her with this thing.
He returned to the living room and found she was right where he'd left her. Good girl. He knelt on the floor beside the sofa. She was watching him, those green eyes impossible to really see in the dim wash of moonlight. But he could tell by the cadence of her breath that she was right there with him.
He used his hands to part her thighs. Skin like a baby's. Jesus.
Concentrate.
He let his fingers tease for a moment at her slick hole. “You're so damn wet, I could slide this thing right in.”
“Yes. Do it. Please.” An edge of desperation in her voice. He knew exactly how she felt. He switched the vibrator on and let the tip rest against her clit. She groaned and he pulled it away. Let her lay there and pant. Let her want it before he pressed it again over her mound. Just when she started to squirm, he moved it away again.
“Please, Shaye.”
God, he loved that begging tone. “Please what?”
“Please touch me.”
“Like this?”
“Oh y e s . . .”
Pleasure rippled through her like a long beat of thunder. It hit her core like a blow. Her body convulsed with the first wave of climax. He pulled away once more. How could he do this to her? Pure torture. Of course, that was his specialty, wasn't it? Her body was shaking with that keen edge of orgasm.
“Breathe into it, Devin. Ride it out.”
“I can't.”
“You can. And you will. For me.”
For him. Yes.
She could do it for him, do anything for him.
She gritted her teeth when he touched the vibe to her clit again, sending jarring rumbles of pure pleasure through her. “Hold on to it, Devin,” he commanded her. She pulled in a gasping breath, blew it out. And just when she thought she had it under control, he pinched her nipple, hard. She came up off the couch, her whole body rising, burning. “Calm, Devin.”
Calm? God, she was completely gone and she knew it.
Just let me come. Make me come!
But all she did was moan aloud. She was trembling all over.
“Focus on my voice. Do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Hold it back as long as you can. And when you're sure you can't hold it any longer, you'll have to ask for it.”
She groaned again. “Can it be now?”
A small, evil laugh from him. “No.”
His hand on her thigh, moving her legs even farther apart. Then he laid the tip of the vibrator on her clit. His touch was light; all she could feel was the gentlest vibration, but pleasure coiled like a serpent in her sex, spread out, made her arms and legs shake with need. At the same time he pinched the tender skin at the juncture of her hip and thigh. So painful, but the pain turned immediately to pleasure, impossibly ramping up the sensation between her legs. “Please...”
“Not yet. Hang on. I know you can do it.”
He pressed the vibe a little more firmly against her and she bit her lip. Her climax threatened with a sharply honed edge, the pleasure achingly intense.
“I can hear your breath, Devin. I can hear your need in it. Do you need to come? Tell me.”
“Yes. I need to come.”
“Ask nicely.”
He moved the vibrator, then slid it into her, holding it so the heel of his hand ground onto her swollen clit at the same time. Her sex clenched hard around the vibe. Pleasure moved through her in rippling waves. Burning hot, scorching.
“Please!”
Please, please, please...