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Authors: Becca Jameson

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He chuckled. “Well, within reason. What I mean is that you don’t know your limits
because they’ve never been challenged.”

“Like what?”

“Would you have imagined two weeks ago letting a man spank you or put you in a corner
or tie you to the bed or insist you call him Sir?”

“Good point.”

“And that extends to so many things I’ll slowly introduce to you. Like anal play and
more extensive bondage, to name a few.”

I cringed.

“What I would prefer, in this instance, is for you to give me the liberty to push
your limits when I think you’re ready for the next step. If I go too fast, you say
‘yellow’. If I go too far, you say ‘red’.”

“I can do that.”

“When you’re with me, I’ll want you to get into the role most of the time. It’s a
mindset. That doesn’t mean we won’t talk and work out issues that come up during the
day like a normal couple. It just means I want you to be respectful and follow my
directives with regard to when and where you sit or stand, what you wear, what you
eat. Those kinds of things.”

I nodded.

“Are we in agreement?”

“I think so.”

“I need you to
know
so.” He stroked a finger down my cheek and let it roam lower until it trailed between
my breasts and made me sit up straighter. He hooked it in the loose tie at my waist
and paused. “Tell me you’ll be mine.”

“I’m yours, Sir.” It might have sounded weird and still gave me a lot of hesitation,
but to deny I was anything other than his would have been a lie. From the moment I’d
met him, I was his.

With both hands, he released the sash around my waist and tugged it free. The sides
of my robe fell open.

“Give me your hands.”

I lifted them from my sides and held them in front of him. He wrapped the sash around
my wrists and attached them to each other. It wasn’t so tight I couldn’t get free
fairly quickly if I needed, but the symbolism made my nipples pucker anyway.

“Don’t move.” He stood and cleared the table of all the dishes and his computer. When
he was done, he tugged me forward until my ass was on the edge of the glass table
top. He eased me onto my back with a hand behind my neck to make sure I didn’t hit
my head.

Without my arms, I was awkward.

“Lift your hands over your head, baby. And leave them there.”

I did as he instructed, and a chill raced down my spine. The robe fell open, leaving
me exposed. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen my naked chest before, but it unnerved
me every time.

“You have goose bumps.” He trailed a finger between my breasts and then circled each
one slowly in a spiral until he tapped first one nipple and then the other lightly.
“I love how your body responds to my touch.” He pinched a nipple, and I bucked upward.

A whimper escaped my lips. I was already so aroused, and I still wore my panties.

This was BDSM. Powerful. Arousing.

I had consented to this. I had never felt this much in my life.

“That’s my girl. Stay still.” He danced his fingers down my belly, which dipped as
his touch tickled. When he reached my panties, he tucked his fingers into the sides
and eased them over my hips and down my legs. He held them up to his face and inhaled.

I almost died.

“Love your scent, baby.” He tucked them in his pants pocket and then grabbed my thighs
and spread them high and wide. He inhaled again. “So potent. I find it hard to sit
next to you and not throw you down and eat your sweet cunt.” He dipped his head and
did just that.

I moaned and drew my legs up higher beneath his grip.

“Mmm. Delicious.”

My experience with men’s faces between my legs was limited to Riley. I had no idea
how other men might go about it. Hadn’t ever thought about it for a second. But Riley
made the activity seem divine.

He switched from a gentle administration to a full suck on my clit so fast I nearly
shot off the table. Spasms threatened immediately. “Come against my mouth, baby. Give
it to me. I want to taste your orgasm.” He muttered all this against me, the vibrations
of his words driving me higher. And then he flicked his tongue over my clit rapidly
until I came.

It was almost embarrassing how fast he could play me. I never would have believed
I could get off this soon if he hadn’t proven it. Time and again.

As I floated back to Earth, Riley continued to stroke through my folds with his tongue.
Finally, he lifted his face and replaced his mouth with his fingers. “Keep your legs
wide for me, baby.”

I held them open, shaking from the orgasm as a second one crept into my consciousness.

“Call a doctor tomorrow. Get a copy of your medical records and get on the pill.”

“Okay, Sir.”

“I’ll get my records for you too. Never play with any Dom without exchanging medical
records.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He released me and set his palms on both sides of my chest to bring his face closer
to mine. “That’s going to be a moot issue, Cheyenne.”

I scrunched my brow in confusion.

He grinned. “Never gonna let you go so you even have the opportunity to negotiate
with another Dom.”

“Oh.” My legs shook. It was difficult to hold them up and open. And I arched my neck
at his pronouncement. Why was it so sexy that he didn’t foresee letting me go? Ever?

Chapter Nineteen

Without another word, Riley lifted me off the table and cradled me in his arms. He
carried me down the hall and deposited me on his bed sideways. The robe was trapped
behind my head, and he tugged it out of the way to bunch up at my hands, which were
still tied and in his favorite location. He left me there without a word and returned
moments later with several items in a towel.

Right. The shaving. He’d done it twice already. Why did I still get tingles up and
down my spine? It was so intimate.

He tapped my ass to get me to lift and slid the towel under my butt. “When you come
to me, I will shave you first.” His words were soft as he began the task of lathering
me and then slowly dragging the blade across my skin. “It helps put you in the mindset.”

That was true. Although the orgasm he’d just given me didn’t hurt either. Or that
I’d been nearly naked in his home for the entire evening while he was fully clothed.
Being exposed to him without reciprocation was heady. He stared at my body with reverence
at all times, making me feel sexy.

He finished in silence and then wiped my sensitive skin, making me jump.

He set the towel wrapped around the other items on the bedside table. “Turn over,
baby.”

Awkwardly, I flipped onto my belly.

He rubbed my ass and thighs as if he were giving me a massage. “Have you ever done
yoga?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Draw your knees up into child’s pose.”

I pressed my forehead into the mattress and inched my legs forward until my hands
were stretched over my head, my face buried between my biceps, and my ass in the air.

“Now spread your knees wider.”

Oh God. I opened my mouth to protest, but he must have sensed my unease.

He stroked my ass again. “Baby, trust me. You have your safe words. Yellow means I’m
pushing the edge. Red means I’ve gone over and I need to stop. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now spread your knees and allow me to control your body. I haven’t steered
you wrong yet. Trust me to know your boundaries.”

I walked my knees out, holding my breath as the exposure overwhelmed me.

“Good girl.” He rustled behind me.

I realized he was taking off his clothes. Slowly. His gaze piercing my nudity even
though I couldn’t see his face.

“Are you wet for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice was shaky.

Riley tugged me closer to the edge of the mattress and reached between my legs with
one hand to stroke through my folds. He plunged two fingers into my pussy. “So wet…
You’re incredibly sexy like this, Cheyenne.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He let me go, and a moment later I heard the rip of a condom wrapper. And then he
gripped my ass cheeks and squeezed them with his palms as he nestled between my legs.
His cock rubbed against my pussy as he thrust back and forth slowly. There was no
way for him to get a significant amount of pressure without guiding his cock with
his hand, but it was enough to torture me into wanting what he wasn’t yet offering.

He pulled my butt cheeks apart over and over, molding them to his hands as his grip
grew more forceful. Almost painful, but not quite.

It was difficult to concentrate on anything but the tug and release of my cheeks that
left my puckered forbidden hole open to his gaze over and over as he worked. He was
working up to touching me there.

I was tied in knots worrying about his intentions. But I was also aroused and curious.
And I trusted him.

He took his time, easing his fingers closer to my hole in a slow progression. His
cock rubbed against my pussy and clit enough to keep me on edge.

As I moaned, he released one cheek. I heard a small popping noise, and moments later
a cool substance landed between my butt cheeks and oozed toward my tight hole.

Riley shifted his other hand to hold me open to his gaze with his fingers and thumb.
He stroked across my puckered ass with one finger, circling the entrance over and
over and then pressing gently without entering. “That’s my girl. Rock into me. Feels
so good.”

I pressed back, willing him to enter me by this point. He had a way of making the
unimaginable seem plausible. He was patient and slow with everything he introduced
me to. And it worked. I wanted him to breach me.

“One finger now, baby. Relax your muscles.” He pushed his pointer slowly into my grip
and then fucked it gradually in and out, never quite pulling out past the last knuckle.

“Oh God.”

“Just relax.” He rubbed my lower back with his other hand. “Mind over matter. There’s
nothing unreasonable about my finger pressing into you except what your mind is conditioned
to believe. Trust me, the layer of skin between your pussy and your ass is thin. When
I fill both holes at once, your head will spin.”

I pursed my lips, trying not to moan any louder. I also fought the urge to rock back
and forth, thrusting my ass onto his finger. It felt that good.

When he lifted his hand off my lower back, he grabbed his cock at the base and stroked
it with more precision against my pussy. “I’m going to give you permission to come
when you need to this time, baby. I know it’s hard to hold back. The onslaught of
sensations will be intense when I thrust home. But don’t pull away. Let the second
one build. Let me control it.”

I would have acknowledged him in some way, but I was too distracted.

I gasped when he slammed into me. Luckily he held steady, buried as deep as he could
reach for a moment. Indeed, the pressure of his finger against his cock was more than
I could have imagined. So intense.

The second he started thrusting, I came. I lifted up on my forearms and pushed back
into his every move. My pussy spasmed alongside my tight rear hole. I had no idea
my ass could participate in an orgasm. But it did. And it felt amazing.

My vision fogged, and I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead into the mattress.
Sound filled the room. Incoherent groaning sounds that came from me. I couldn’t stop
them. On the heels of the first orgasm, the second one built without warning.

Riley held my hip with his free hand and fucked me faster. He added a second finger
to my ass and stroked them in a perfect rhythm against his cock.

Forget foggy. I could see stars. And I squeezed my eyes tighter, holding my breath
as I concentrated on the sensations assaulting me. My arms and legs shook. Need like
I’d never experienced raced through my body. An irrational need after the orgasm I’d
had earlier on the table and the one I’d just experienced a moment ago.

Nevertheless, I was so close to the biggest orgasm of my life, I almost fought against
it. It frightened me in its intensity. Like a freight train barreling toward me. I
couldn’t get out of the path fast enough. I was stuck taking it head on.

And then it happened. Another orgasm raced through my body. It lasted longer than
the first two. It consumed me. I couldn’t process anything except the pleasure of
the pulses washing through my pussy and ass over and over. My clit hadn’t even been
involved.

I startled when Riley grunted as his own orgasm peaked. I swore I could feel the pulsing
of his cock as he emptied himself into the condom.

When we were both spent, I couldn’t hear anything except our heavy breathing that
echoed in my ears. I also couldn’t move a muscle, not even to lower myself to the
bed. Besides, I was still impaled by Riley’s fingers and cock. Long moments went by
before he eased out of me and lowered me to my side. He kissed my hip and then stepped
into the master bathroom.

I sucked in oxygen, not moving an inch from where he left me.

He returned with a damp cloth, rolled me onto my back, and wiped between my legs.
After he set the washcloth with the pile of shaving items, he crawled over my body,
untied my wrists, and then lowered at my side to haul my back against his chest.

He kissed my shoulder. “You’re amazing.”

I was a goner. No man would ever be able to compete with Riley. All I could do was
pray he didn’t change his mind about me.

I was his.

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