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It took him a few tries, but he finally managed to make his lips shape words. “Did it.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Reward?”

“Yes, you will be rewarded.” She put her hand on her hip and studied him. “What do you want?”

Oh, he had no problem knowing right away what he wanted. His first instinct had been to say he wanted to fuck her, but right now he was feeling so drained that even the promise of being buried balls deep in her only drew a twitch from his vary satiated body. Besides, he wasn’t going to push her. She would let him know when she was ready and he’d wait for the rest of his life if he had to.

“I want to eat your pussy.”

She blew out a harsh breath, shifting so that her thighs rubbed together. “Okay.”

Chapter 8

While Michelle wasn’t sure if it was even medically possible, she thought she might pass out from the need to orgasm before she made it to her room. Thankfully Wyatt held her hand and dragged her along behind him, practically sprinting to her room. It would have been funny if she wasn’t so desperately aroused.

The memory of his agonized cry when he finally came surged through her, making her steps falter as a rush of desire trembled through her tense muscles. He paused and turned to look at her, a rather smug smile tilting the edges of his firm lips. “Need me to carry you?”

Normally she would have done something to wipe that smile off his face, but he’d earned the right to feel a little smug. It was his reaction, his presence, his surrender to her will that had set her body on fire. “No, just hurry.”

He flung open the door to her bedroom and pulled her over to the bed. Without ceremony he turned and easily picked her up by the waist, throwing her into the middle of the bed where she landed with a breathless giggle. There was something so arousing about being with an alpha male. She’d always have to work to keep the upper hand, but it was so nice to trust him to please her, to do as she wanted.

And right now she wanted his face between her legs.

Leaning up on her elbows, she watched him crawl up the bed towards her, the big muscles of his shoulders standing out in sharp relief. His cock had grown stiff once again and she groaned at the thought of ridding him, slipping him deep inside of her where no one had been for such a long time. Owen’s face ghosted through her mind but she pushed it away and focused on the very alive and very sexy Wyatt. She scooted back on the bed, still fully dressed and motioned him forward.

When he got close enough she gripped his hair in her fist and guided his face to her throbbing sex.

“Make me come.” What should have been a command sounded more like a plea, but she could care less as his big, warm hands stroked her calves.

“No, Domina, you aren’t going to rush me on this.” He got a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Please be still and enjoy what I have to offer you. Because I’ll tell you what, there is nothing I love more than eating pussy.” He took a deep breath, his nostril’s flaring. “And you smell delicious…ripe and sweet like a peach. Will your juice run down my chin when I bite into you?”

She couldn’t respond, overcome by the erotic sensations his words drew from her body. Instead she played with her nipples, tweaking them through her shirt and sending more pleasure through her body. Hell, she was so aroused that she had to steady her rapid breathing so she didn’t hyperventilate.

He growled and slipped his arms beneath her legs, his hands cupping her buttocks as he lifted her pussy to his mouth. Her toes curled in anticipation and she had to keep herself from accidentally pulling his hair out. To her shock he sealed his mouth over her cloth covered sex and blew a warm breath, making her back bow. Her hand on his head gentled, stroking the soft strands as he nibbled and licked his way over her pussy. She had no idea how his mouth on her delicate flesh could be soothing, but it was. Relaxing into his touch was a pleasure akin to slipping into a warm bath with a glass of good white wine…and then having the jets of the tub pound against her clit.

“You smell so good,” he said in a low, rumbling voice that vibrated most deliciously against her.

A second later he returned to his torment, bringing her close to the edge without even having taken her clothes off. She abandoned herself to the sensations of his mouth, the hard suck of his lips against her clit. When he nibbled on that sensitive bud she cried out and clutched the pillows, unwilling to look away even for a moment.

This was Wyatt, Gunnery Sergeant Callahan, the man she’d been dreaming of for almost two years finally touching her. And he did not disappoint. He shifted and moved one of his hands from beneath her. Using his free hand, he held up the soaked crotch of her pants and bit a small hole into the cloth.

The tear wasn’t big enough for his finger to fit through and she wondered what he was doing. The answer came when he carefully positioned the hole over her clit. Looking down, she could see that hard pink nub sticking out through the cloth, the only part of her flesh exposed to his touch. It was so fucking sexy, so erotic and Wyatt must have agreed because he was muttering all kinds of wickedly nasty things beneath his breath about how much he wanted to fuck her pretty pink cunt.

She wanted to make this last, but if he kept touching her like he was she’d go off like a firecracker in the next few seconds. “Stick your tongue out and don’t move.”

She spread her legs wide and grabbed the back of his head, easily forcing him to her sex. He was strong enough to have pulled away at any point, but he allowed her to hold him still. With a harsh cry she began to rock her pelvis back and forth on his mouth, the soft heat of his tongue dragging directly over her clit. Holy shit that felt good. Something about having just her clit exposed, the rest of her soaking sex still hidden behind a thin cloth barrier, heightened the sensation.

With abandon she rode his face, the way he let her use him tearing her apart from the inside out with joy.

“Oh…oh god Wyatt…I’m so close.”

He grabbed her hips with both hands and held her still, wrapping his lips around her clit and gently suckling her. She trembled on the brink, holding onto the fistfuls of his hair, wrapping her legs around his back and tensing beneath his rhythmic sucks and licks. Then he did some kind of swirling with his tongue that blew her mind.

A scream started somewhere in the pit of her stomach and radiated outwards, followed by the blinding hot rush of all her muscles contracting at once. She writhed against him as the first strong wave of her orgasm hit, screaming out his name, inhaling his scent and reassuring herself that he was here, that she wasn’t alone as she came and came. The harsh rip of cloth tearing coincided with his mouth lapping at her exposed slit, greedy sounds of pleasure coming out in a harsh growl.

Each stroke of his tongue drew another shudder from her until she tried to scramble away from him. “Enough.”

Reluctantly he pulled back and looked up at her, his mouth glistening with her release. She held her arms open and he crawled up to her, wrapping himself around her, throwing his heavy leg over her hip and holding her tight. She tilted her face to his and he took the hint, kissing her while the hot length of his erection pressed into her stomach. It would be so easy to move a few inches, to slide that big dick inside of her, but she resisted the temptation.

They kissed and kissed, a sharing of something deeper than pleasure passing between them. He seemed desperate to touch her, his hand sliding over her body as their tongues met and stroked against each other. She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of the taste of him, of the rough scrape of his stubble scouring her lips and chin.

It scared her how much she needed him, how she couldn’t imagine ever letting him go.

Breaking the kiss, she flopped back into the pillows and pulled him down next to her. “Move that cute ass of yours so we can get under the covers.”

“You mean sore ass,” he muttered as she did what she’d asked, a relaxed smile on his face.

“Oh Wyatt, you have no idea how much I loved doing that.”

He turned on his side, his head supported by his hand as he looked down at her. “I think I might have an idea.” The faint sun lines around his eyes deepened. “I’m sorry about…earlier.”

“By earlier do you mean that tantrum you had?”

“It wasn’t a tantrum.”

He started to pull away but she grabbed him by the back of his neck. “No, it wasn’t. Why don’t you tell me what really happened?”

His mouth opened, then closed and shame radiated from him. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“Wyatt…”

“Please, Domina. I promise I’ll talk about it with you, but not right now. Please let me have this moment of peace.” He ran his knuckles down her cheek before kissing her forehead. “I haven’t felt this good in years. Thank you...just thank you. Is this how BDSM is supposed to make you feel? All relaxed and happy?”

“Yes.” She pulled him down so that his head rested on her chest, stroking his hair while he let out a low sigh. His words touched her heart and she wanted to wrap herself up in him, keep them here in this room for the rest of their lives, and surround herself with his strength. He stroked her from shoulder to hip, his touch at once reverent and possessive.

“While it’s different for everyone, there is something very spiritual about it for me.”

He chuckled and she rapped her knuckle against his head. “Sorry, Domina, I had some weird mental images of a BDSM church.”

She snorted and resumed stroking his hair, playing with the silver strands threading through the black around his temples. “I have seen a good deal of kinky priest and nun costumes at the clubs, so I guess you’re not the only one with that thought.”

He stiffened, but she continued to stroke his hair in silence, waiting him out. “Do you go to BDSM clubs in Austin a lot?”

“Well, I don’t know if I go a lot, but I do enjoy them. Why, do you want to come to one with me?”

“I’m not sure.” He rubbed his chin against her sternum. “I don’t like the idea of anyone else seeing you naked.”

She giggled. “Oh honey, it wouldn’t be me that they see naked. It would be you.”

He gave a strangled laugh. “Well shit, that puts a different spin on things. I’m not sure if I’m up for having my dangly bits exposed to a crowd.”

“Neither am I, because I’d be beating the Dommes off with a whip to keep their greedy hands off of you.”

“Don’t worry, Big Bertha isn’t going to seduce me away from you.” He ran his hand up and down her thigh, the touch at once comforting and arousing.

The thought of another woman touching Wyatt made Michelle see red, but her role as his Domme meant she would help him fulfill his every fantasy. Besides, a small part of her liked the idea of all those people watching them, seeing the magnificent male that bowed only to her. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to take him to a club. While she'd cut any bitch that tried to touch him, she couldn't wait to show him how energizing and arousing it could be to have an appreciative audience.

There was a certain energy that flowed through a well-run dungeon, a spice that filled the air and teased the senses. She’d just have to make sure that if they went, she kept Wyatt away from some of the more hardcore, humiliation-type scenes with the female submissives and their Doms. Her knight in shining armor might be tempted to rescue some damsels who didn’t want rescuing.

“Would you really like to go to one with me?”

He stilled against her, then blew out a low breath. “No, not right now. In the future maybe, but I really don’t want anyone to recognize me. The last thing my Dad needs is to learn that his son is letting some little slip of a woman beat his ass.”

“We could always get a mask for you.” She absently ran her nails down his back, thinking through the different masks that she’d seen people use over the years.

“Huh.”

His breathing grew deeper and more of his weight settled onto her. She wasn’t surprised when less than a minute later he fell asleep with his head pillowed on her breasts. Cocooned by the comfort of her bed, covered by the warm heat of a strong man, Michelle closed her eyes and let herself drift off for a very indulgent late afternoon nap before dinner.

*****

It was dark when Michelle woke. She stretched out and enjoyed the smooth slide of silk against her skin, closing her eyes and enjoying the relaxation that permeated every inch of her body. Sometime during her sleep she’d kicked off her pants and she scissored her legs against the slippery fabric. Darkness had fallen while they slept and she opened her eyes again, taking in the moonlight gleaming down through the skylights. A quick glance next to her showed that Wyatt was no longer in bed and she reached out, frowning when she felt that the sheets were cool.

Sitting up, she looked around the room for him and her breath choked in her throat when she saw him by the window looking out over the back portion of her property with his hands fisted at his side. The alarm bells in her mind began to ring and her heart began to beat harder. Wyatt paced back and forth in front of the glass, pausing now and again to stare out into the night, every line of his body radiating tension. He reminded her of a lion she’d seen once at a zoo, the same restless movements and contained violence. Moving slowly, she got out of bed and grabbed her red silk robe from the back of a nearby chair. Shrugging it on and belting it about her waist, she slowly approached Wyatt, fear slamming through her veins.

Sweat stood out all over his skin. He'd put on his old pair of jeans, now dry after the bath earlier today. Shit, had it only been one day? It felt like a lifetime. Moving closer, she stopped a few feet away and swallowed hard. He didn’t even notice her and she worried that he might be sleep walking. What if she startled him and he inadvertently injured her? While she would forgive him any harm he did, she didn’t think he’d ever be able to forgive himself. He gave a soft, agonized moan that tore at her heart, pushing away any apprehension and replacing it with the rock solid determination to do whatever it took to help her submissive, her man, break free of his demons.