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“What would you like me to do,
master
?”

He nodded and sat back. “Place your feet on my shoulders.”

I did, showcasing my pussy for his inspection, but letting my knees drop towards the center and feigning modesty. Coolness swept across the heat as he blew his breath on me. His hands cupped my heavy breasts and his thumbs feathered my nipples as he dipped his head and his tongue slipped between my folds.

“You’d best not be teasing me and hiding your pleasure button from me. I don’t like that,” he said, waiting for me to open wider.

Inching my butt back, I moved my legs and exposed my swollen clit. But that wasn’t enough for him. Pushing between my thighs, he swung my legs over his shoulders, hitching my knees so that my heels were against his back, and spread my thighs farther.

“Better,” he acknowledged, suckling my nub and scraping his teeth over the sensitive edges.

Heaven.

His mouth, pure perfection.

It wasn’t long before, I wanted to come. I needed to come. Every inch of me burned with desire and ached for release. The man drove me mad. But he stopped as my body tensed and my breath grew erratic.

“You are allowed one wish. What would you like?” Christian demanded, playing his master part to a tee. “Be specific, for I will not waste time to decipher code.”

“I want to come.”

He raised a brow. Not specific enough, I guess.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He waited.

“I want your cock to fill me. I want to shout your name, master, as you make my world spin and my body fly.”

“Done,” he replied, lowering my legs from his shoulders and rising on his knees.

With no effort, he lifted me off the table and placed me on all fours beside him. Then he turned and plunged deep inside me, holding my hips and pumping his cock into me as hard as humanly possible while his balls slammed against my clit.

He hadn’t bothered to remove my lingerie, he hadn’t bothered with sweet talk or whispering in my ear, he took what he wanted and what I’d offered. Wild and furious, he kept me from sliding away from his impact by pulling my hips back after each thrust. It was primal, raw, and so damn arousing that I
did
want to shout.

Christian was usually gentle and slow, waiting for my buildup and release before he took his pleasure. I typically climaxed two or three times before he groaned out his finale, but this time was different. He set the pace, demanded I keep up, and drove me fucking insane.

“I’m going to come,” I cried.

“Not till I give you permission,” he warned, dropping over my body and wrapping one arm around me to play with my nipples.

He had a good eight inches on my frame, so it wasn’t difficult for him to entrap me beneath him. His cock did the same to my insides, and as he altered the angle and hit the sweet spot inside my channel, my body rattled with uncontrollable delight.

“Please? Now?” I begged.

“No. Hold your pleasure.” He thrust so fucking deep and stroked every sensitive area inside me. “You’ve been bad denying your master.”

His hand left my nipples and curled under me, settling against my clit and intensifying my torture. He rolled my sensitive skin between his thumb and forefinger while he continued pumping into me. I was so wet, so hot, that I thought my pussy was on fire. I tried to drop lower in the front, to raise my ass higher and allow some air to cool me off, but rather than relief, I received a sharp sting.

“Did I tell you to drop?” he demanded, smacking my ass again.

“No,” I breathed, the sting spreading over my rear. “My pussy has a mind of its own when it comes to your dick. I’m burning up.”

Dirty talk wasn’t so dirty, after all. I may have been a newbie, but it was a definite turn-on to vocalize the sensations racing through my body.

He released a bit of his seed in me, but stopped with a guttural sound. I knew what he felt like when he came and that wasn’t all of it.

“A little relief,” he said, sliding his cock out of my trembling folds.

How’d he stop? Where did he learn that? A chill ran up my spine, but disappeared as he reentered my channel and stroked me in long, slow, repeated thrusts. His thumb rubbed my clit, his breath caressed my ear, and I felt his body tense against mine.

“Come,” he said, adding more pressure to my clit. “Now.”

And I did. It was the hottest, strongest climax in years. My body shook and the light grew dim. Like a pinball machine breaking the top score, sparks ricocheted inside me as my climax intensified. Christian came like a fucking rocket, his juices mixing with mine for an explosive cocktail.

He pulled me up against his chest and held me till my body relaxed. Still buried within me, he lifted me off the floor and sat on the couch with me on top of him facing the gigantic television set.

“Quiet till the game is over,” he warned. “As soon as we make this field goal, I’m going to punish you for distracting me and making me miss the touchdown.”

All I wanted to do was cuddle against him, but I had to admit, the discomfort from sitting up had its allure. My pulsing clit liked being against his balls, so I reached down to rub them against me. Everything was so sensitive, it almost hurt. His fingers tightened on my waist and he guided me up so that his cock touched my g-spot. Rotating my hips, I met his groin with my wetness and let my second orgasm take me.

“Oh, this is so fucking good,” I moaned.

“Mm, they missed,” was all he said, and I knew he was trying to act aloof, but he was hard again.

I didn’t care that he was watching the game. I wouldn’t have cared if one of his other fantasies was happening, either. It was the best sex we’d had in months.

“At least they held on for the last ten seconds,” he muttered, turning off the television and tossing the remote onto the side chair. Sitting up, he moved from within me and let me sit on his cock lengthwise. “Now, I need to punish you extra. You came without asking.”

I glanced over my shoulder and smiled. “I like it when you’re like this.”

“That’s irrelevant,” he replied, maneuvering my shoulders so that I had to look forward again. “You’re still going to get punished, and you’re going to say thank you when I’m done.”

“Thank you, master,” I whispered, anticipating the punishment he had in store for me.

“Do the work and ride to your next orgasm.” Totally hard again, he slipped deep into my core and spread his hands over my ass. “I’m not handing it to you this time.”

I loved this position. I rose and fell, taking him where and how I wanted him; the sensations floating me higher with each movement. I was so susceptible, so ready to explode again that when he stilled my hips and placed his hands over my thighs to prevent me from rising again, I almost objected, but the anticipation of his next demand had me holding my breath.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

My heart thundered in my chest, and my clit ached as I swung my legs together so I could turn and face him. Even though I tried to keep him inside as I pirouetted, he pulled out and pressed his length between my butt cheeks.

“I’ll take your suggestion into consideration,” he said, reaching up and caressing my breasts.

What consideration? I had no clue, but as the color of his irises darkened, a thrill rocked me again.

“Now bend over me so I can taste those rosy tips,” he instructed.

Suckling my nipples, he spread my own moistness on my ass. The sensual massage was making me nuts. I wanted him again. I wanted him back inside.

As if reading my mind, he released my nipple and looked me in the eyes. “You take what I give you.”

Thankfully, he gave me two fingers and rubbed my clit. I was so close to going over the edge again, but he hadn’t said I could. In a vain attempt to hold back my orgasm, I squeezed my legs together. The tension and friction was overwhelming. I had to let go—had to.

I closed my eyes as my climax hit. My head fell back and I struggled to inhale.

His hands secured my hips and held me tight on him. He didn’t enter me, didn’t try to come himself. He simply steadied me as the world shattered to millions of pieces.

“Open your eyes,” he said evenly in a low voice.

I dared to peek.

“What am I going to do with you?” Christian asked, shaking his head.

Chapter Two

“Sweet punishment,” I cooed, stretching my leg over Christian’s thighs as the sun entered our room and announced the morning. “When do I get to punish you?”

“When I say so,” he replied, dropping a kiss on the top of my head and wrapping me into his embrace. “Sleep a little. We have a few hours before the stores open and you’ll have the pleasure of shopping for my Christmas present.”

Most of my holiday shopping was done. The only gift left was Christian’s, and I still wasn’t sure what to get him. He never asked for anything specific. Plus, when he did, it always had to do with buying something I’d use—you know, for our mutual pleasure.

“I’m meeting Ally for lunch. Who said I’m going shopping?”

“Fine. Be like that. Don’t buy me a present.” Pretending to pout, he stuck out his lower lip and I couldn’t resist a quick kiss.

“How do you know I didn’t buy it already?”

He laughed, patting my shoulder so I could move over. “It isn’t under the tree. I checked every box you’ve decorated so fancy with those pretty ribbons.”

“Well,” I breathed, tossing my hair over my shoulder and giving him a stern look. “Perhaps you’ve been a bad boy and won’t be getting a present this year? Especially after all the foul language you employed last night.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining.”

“It doesn’t matter what I think. Santa makes those decisions.” Licking my lips, I raised my palms up and acted all confused.

“Fine. I see what it’s like. Use me and dump me like that.” Snapping his fingers, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and got out. “Looks like you don’t have much use for me in the daylight hours. Double standard for sure.” He shrugged his broad shoulders and stood over the bed. “I remember the plans. Have fun with your sister. I’ll just stay home alone and watch the tree lights reflect off other people’s presents.”

I squinted against the early morning sunlight, admiring his perfect physique. Christian carried his six foot three frame with sculpted muscle from head to toe. Toned and perpetually tanned, he certainly resembled a Roman god. No matter if the ground was frozen and carpeted with fresh snow, it steamed below his feet.

“I love you,” I said, smiling and reaching for his hand. “Last night was amazing.”

He sat back on the bed, looked at our intertwined fingers, and cleared his throat. His thumb caressed the inside of my wrist, and I could see that his mind was occupied with something. I had a haunting inkling on the culprit, but I didn’t want to argue again. I didn’t want to give him reason if I was mistaken.

“You okay?” I asked.

“I’m great.” He nodded and looked up and straight into my eyes. “Want to join me in the shower and conserve water?”

He knew I couldn’t. We hadn’t showered together since our anniversary. Besides, if we showered together now, it would lead to making love again. Ejaculating too often could reduce the potency of his sperm. Even the repeated sex last night could have done that, but the sex was so amazing and we were so engrossed in each other that I’d forgotten about our baby plans for a few hours.

I shook my head. “Go ahead without me. I’ll put on the coffee.”

He didn’t get up, but he did let go of my hand and fisted his together. “Kat, were you fertile last night?”

Damn, here was the talk I’d tried to avoid. I didn’t want to fight. But, I wasn’t about to lie, either.

“Yes.”

“So, this willingness to try new
things
was solely attributed to an ovulation test?”

“No,” I said. “Not solely.” Originally it had been, but once I was with him, I had wanted Christian more than I had in months. “Last night was really amazing. I haven’t been so excited in ages, and my orgasms were out of this world.”

“So, does that mean that you’re now willing to stop doing that damn test twenty-four-seven and enjoy our life again?”

“I do enjoy our life,” I insisted. “Don’t you?”

Christian had suggested we try to be more spontaneous, not limit our lovemaking to the bed, and not keep it only at night. I listened, I tried. It wasn’t easy for me to seduce him the way I had. Actually, that wasn’t true. Once I had the guts to get things rolling, it was great. I’d enjoyed it to no end and the thrill still raced through me. I could have told him, but I wasn’t ready.

Running his palm down his face, then rubbing his shoulder, Christian certainly didn’t look encouraging. He didn’t say a thing.

“You wanted variation. You said something adventurous, so I did that. Did I do something wrong?” The silence made my stomach roil and the thrill disappear. I crossed my arms over my abdomen. “Talk to me, Christian. Let’s not do this again. We
need
to talk.”