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"I hoped you'd—I knew you'd come after me." Her hands clutched at his

back, her nails digging in as she tugged his shirt from his waistband. "Off.

Take this off…please…I need to feel you…against me."

He got rid of his shirt and stretched out on top of her. For a minute he just

pressed down. Blanketing her with his body, so her breasts fit into the curve

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of his chest, her legs wrapped around him. He nuzzled her neck. This was

home. This was the perfect fit.

Lara shifted beneath him, her mewl of distress alerting him to the degree of

her need. "Shh, baby." He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "I'm going to take good care of you. I promise."

Reaching beneath her skirt he stepped back and tugged her thong right off.

"You're going to wear these for me again soon, sugar."

A quick flick of his wrist undid his jeans and gave his cock some room to

breathe as he went down on his knees and positioned Lara's legs over his

shoulders.

For a moment he just stared, he couldn't help it. Her pretty pink pussy was

slick and shiny with her need and the smell made his head light. He closed

his eyes and leaned in, taking one long slow lick straight up the middle. Her

muscles tensed, her legs lifting as she cried out.

Eager for more of her, he used his thumbs to spread her open, and he went

to work. His tongue nudged her rock-hard clit, swirled around it, flicked it,

then he sealed his lips over it and sucked until her fingers dug into his skull

and her body rocked against him so hard he almost fell over.

When she calmed, he started again. This time he licked around her

entrance, drinking in her flavor, her scent, and the purr of contentment that

he could hear so clearly.

He thrust his tongue in as deep as he could, and wiggled it around, enjoying

the pliant muscles that clutched at him, trying to take him deeper. He pulled

back, replacing his tongue with a finger.

Lara's hips began to roll and he matched her rhythm, fucking her with his

hand while his mouth went back to the rigid button of her clit. As soon as his

tongue flicked out, her hips jerked and her purr became a growl.

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"That's my girl. Come for me again, baby."

He added another finger to her cunt, as he licked, sucked, and nibbled on her

clit. Her thighs clenched around his head, pulling him closer and closing out

everything but the feel, smell, and taste of her. He scraped his teeth over the

sensitive button and felt her cunt spasm. He did it again and again until her

insides were sucking at his finger and she was bucking wildly against his

mouth.

When her legs were finally just lying against his shoulders again, Karl shifted

back and took a deep breath. God, she was wonderful!

Standing awkwardly, he toed off his boots and shucked his jeans and

underwear. When he was naked, his cock so hard it nudged against his belly

for warmth, he reached for the snap on her little tartan skirt. She reached for

his cock and he pushed her hand away. If she touched him then, he'd go off

like a rocket. She tested his control too much.

"Lift," he said. Her hips came up and he tugged the skirt off her and stepped between her thighs again.

She reached for him again, growling when he slapped her hand away again.

"No, Lara."

"Why not?" Her hands twitched and she sat up, giving him her best hurt

puppy look. He shook his head and grinned at her as she waited breathlessly

for his next move.

It was at that point that she finally acknowledged, with her heart and soul,

that she truly didn't care what his next move was, as long as he didn't walk

away. All she wanted was for him to continue to look at her, to touch her, to

want
her.

"Because," he said as he slid his arms around her and pulled her tight

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against him. "I'm taking you to the bedroom, and I'm going to love you until

you can't walk. I can't do that if you touch me now."

Lara's heart skipped a beat. He was going to
love
her until she couldn't walk!

Karl lifted, and cradled her against him as they left the kitchen.

She didn't even bother to look around at his house. It didn't matter anymore,

all that mattered was that he held her and he wasn't going to let her go. When

they got to the bedroom, Karl laid her gently down on the bed and covered

her body with his.

He reached out and a lamp beside the bed lit the room. "I need to see you,"

he said.

"I want to see you too." She cupped his cheek with her hand, the rough

stubble of a day's beard growth tickling the palm. "I can't believe this is real.

That you're real."

"I'm very real, baby. And I'm all yours." With no other warning, he shifted, and his cock slid home.

They didn't speak and didn't move other than to match the rhythm of their

bodies as they undulated and danced as one. Lara stared deep into Karl's

molten chocolate eyes and saw dreams she never even knew she had

coming true. Their breathing matched, picking up speed together as Karl

thrust home again and again, filling her up and claiming her at the same time.

His eyes became heavy lidded and a bead of sweat dripped from his

forehead to her lip. Her tongue darted out and she tasted him, taking

anything he had to give her. A groan of pleasure rumbled from his belly and

his head dropped, his gaze still locked with hers as he picked up speed.

Lara arched up, locking her ankles behind his back, her gasp at the new

angle the trigger that finally set him off.

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"Lara," he called out, trembling in her arms as his cock swelled and throbbed and finally erupted inside her.

The warmth of his fluid filling her so deeply set off her own orgasm and

waves of pleasure rolled over her, stealing the breath from her body.

When Karl collapsed on top of her, Lara wrapped her arms around him,

cupped the back of his head, and stroked his hair gently. After a moment, he

rolled to the side, but she kept her hold on him so that his head lay on her

breast, his breath tickling her nipple as they both fell into an exhausted sleep.

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Y
ou are definitely a sexual submissive," Karl said as he held out a

banana for her to bite. They were still naked, and still in bed, despite the

Saturday morning sunshine trying to intrude on their coziness.

"It might go even deeper than that," he continued. "But we won't know until we explore it further."

She tried not to let her insecurity show when she swallowed and asked if it

mattered.

"Does what matter? If your submissiveness goes deeper than sex?"

"Or if it doesn't."

He reached out and ran a thumb over her bottom lip, his gaze turning liquid

when she opened for him and sucked on the tip. "No, sugar, it doesn't matter

to me at all."

"But you do think I'm submissive? You need me to be submissive on some

level." She couldn't believe she was sitting in bed with supersexy Karl

Dawson and being hand-fed breakfast. Okay, so breakfast was a banana

and orange slices, but it was still unbelievable.

"You make it sound like a condition of us being together, when, in reality, it's the reason why we can be together." He shifted, his expression solemn. "I

don't want you to feel intimidated by the terms, Lara. They're just words,

labels that really don't have any one meaning. There are as many different

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levels and types of Dominants and submissives as there are people. What

makes someone in this lifestyle special is that they strive to know

themselves. To look deep inside and acknowledge what it is they need to be

happy and content."

"Yet you're labeling me a sexual submissive. What exactly does this mean,

to you
? I've read a lot on the Internet. Articles, essays, and even blogs, but really—I don't care what they say. I want to know how
you
define this."

He stared at her. "What?" she asked, smoothing a hand over her lips. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No. You just amaze me sometimes." He leaned forward and kissed her.

Long, slow, and lazy until her brain started to fuzz over and she tried to crawl

into his lap.

Firm hands gripped her hips and kept her where she was. "Hang on, we're

talking here, and this is important because I don't want you running scared

again."

"Hurry up then," she said with a lecherous grin. "You can't expect to sit here naked for long without me wanting to lick you all over and suck on that long

hard delicious cock of yours."

Delight filled her when his cheeks flushed and he shook a finger in her face.

"Talking dirty will not get you what you want, my girl. Am I going to have to tie you up to continue our lessons?"

A shiver rippled through her and her nipples peaked.

Karl laughed. "Oh ho, you want to be tied up!"

"Whatever." She shrugged. "It looked like Jan enjoyed it. It could be fun."

"There's a lot Jan enjoys that you might not. Don't measure yourself by what

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others enjoy, Lara. Always be honest with me." He pinched her chin between

his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Promise?"

She nodded.

"Say it."

"I promise." Unable to let things get too serious she grinned at him. "And I honestly do think it could be fun."

His left eyelid dropped in a lazy wink that stirred her blood. "Oh, it will be."

They stared at one another, the air stilling, heating. Lara's heart pounded.

Last night had been amazing and she was not someone who handled

emotions well. She needed to tell Karl that. She cared about him, she really

did, but she wasn't sure she could ever love anybody. Not like that.

Not like he deserved.

"Karl," she said softly, reaching for his hand. A knot formed in the pit of her belly, burning there like the gateway to Hell for leading this amazing man on.

"Everything I've said is true. I care about you more than I thought possible,

and I do want it all, but there's something you need to know."

"Okay." His hand rolled over under hers and their fingers twined together.

"I don't always handle my emotions so well. Well, aside from the sex and the

pleasurable ones. But the way you make me feel, I want it all, I do, but you

need to know that I'm not sure I can ever really love you. If I can ever really

love anyone."

She didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't the smile he gave her.

"Don't worry so much, sugar. We're on this journey together, no matter how it

goes.

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"I'm only going to say all this once more, so listen carefully. I sense a need in you that balances my own. The need to be dominated, to be told what to do,

and to be praised for your behavior. You're very strong and independent, and

I love that. I don't want or need a slave, but I do need someone who will

submit to me at times. You have the need to know that someone cares

enough about you to praise or punish you."

He stopped and looked at her. Instinctively Lara nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"I'm a Dom. There is something inside me that craves the submission of

another. It feeds my soul to see your eagerness, to feel it, and drink it in.

Nothing will please me more than to see that in your eyes, and to push you

beyond even what you think you desire. We balance each other, make each

other stronger, and better. But only if you accept that our relationship is just

that—a relationship. The sexual aspects of your submission are our way in,

but it's just the gateway to the garden. The rest is what we'll learn together."

"How can you be so sure?" She didn't want to doubt him. She didn't doubt

him
. She doubted herself.

"I see divorce every day. I see people who don't communicate, or who aren't

honest with themselves, or their loved ones, just throw away a chance at

happiness. I've seen so much of it that I gave up on finding my own

happiness, but you've changed that. You're fearless in everything else in life,

Lara. Why stop now?"

"I'm not." She reached for him again, and this time he welcomed her. "I'm not stopping, I just needed you to know where my head is."

"I know, sugar. And I'm okay with it." He kissed her, rolling on the bed until he was on top.

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T
he hair stood up on the back of Lara's neck when she turned onto her

street and saw the blue and white cop car in the driveway behind Graham's

car. Tossing her sunglasses aside, she parked at the curb and shut off her

car. There were no ambulances and the house looked okay, so she forced

herself to take a deep breath. Then another.

Calm, Lara.

Adrenaline flooded her veins as she tried not to race up the driveway. She

turned the corner to the back of the house and saw Graham and Peter

standing next to a uniformed officer with a notepad in hand. They were

standing by the separate entrance to her apartment.

"What's going on?" Behind them she could see someone moving around

inside her place. "Peter? Graham?"

Peter waved her closer, his posture stiff, a frown creasing his forehead.