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  Kayla let out a sharp scream. Her body stiffened. Her hands flew to his head and threaded into his hair.

  Gage stroked his tongue up her slit and sucked her clit between his teeth.

  That was all it took. Kayla came hard against his face, her swollen nub pulsing against his tongue more times than he could count. Finally, she released the tension from her body and lay limp against the bed.

  When he lifted his face from between her legs, he found her panting. Her fingers released his head and fell to the sides. He loved the post-orgasmic look on her—chest heaving, pink splotches on her skin, mouth hanging open, hair spread across the pillow.

  His cock ached, but he would ignore it for now. “Lift your hands above your head, baby. Grab the headboard.”

  She tipped her head toward him, blinking through her confusion.

  He would have chuckled if she weren’t so precious.

  “Grip the rungs, baby,” he repeated, softer.

  She lifted shaky arms and followed his directive. Her breasts rose higher on her chest as she obeyed him.

  “That’s my girl. Hold on for me. Don’t let go.”

  She nodded.

  Gage closed his eyes and inhaled deeply of her scent. He nuzzled her pussy again, rubbing his nose in her curls until he groaned from her smell alone. She used a girly shower gel, and he loved it. The sweet taste of her come still on his lips and tongue made the moment perfect.

  And he intended to take her to that height again, slower this time, and under his direction.

  He lifted his face and stared at her pussy. “Legs wider, baby.”

  She let her knees flop open farther. They bounced against the mattress, and he was certain they were shaking.

  When Gage stroked a finger through her folds and dipped it into her tight sheath, she moaned.

  Good. It would be easy to take her back to the peak. Instead of playing with her pussy more, he inched up her body until his belly pressed against her sex and his mouth aligned with her nipples. “So pink.” He toyed with one, gently pinching and twisting it. “I love the way they respond to my touch.”

  Kayla moaned, her head tipping from side to side. When one hand flew down to grab his head again, he pulled back.

  “Hands stay on the headboard, Kayla. That’s my command. You’ll leave them there, or I’ll stop. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You aren’t ready to be restrained by me yet. The only leverage I have is my touch in exchange for your obedience. If you don’t surrender to my demands, you won’t get the relief you need.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathy.

  “Your job is to keep your fingers wrapped around the spindles. If you can do that, I’ll take you places you’ve only dreamed of. I think you’ll find this kind of release more satisfying than the rush from a spanking.”

  “Okay.”

  He pinched her nipple and she flinched. He repeated the action, gripping firmer and tugging outward. Each time he pulled, the tip became more distended. Kayla lifted her chest into his palm, silently letting him know she wanted more. Her legs clamped tight along his hips.

  Dear God she was gorgeous.

  “That’s it, baby. Just feel my fingers on your tit.” He cupped the second breast and then released the first and switched.

  Kayla whimpered. Her head tipped back, exposing more of her neck.

  “Ah, baby. That feels so good, doesn’t it?”

  She didn’t respond. He hadn’t intended for her to be able to.

  He increased the pressure, squeezing, pinching, twisting, until she writhed beneath him. Her nipples were so responsive. She had no idea she was getting the same endorphin high she got from a spanking or flogging.

  When her entire body stiffened, he released her breasts and scooted back down her body. She would be too deep with need for him to avoid getting kicked, so he didn’t settle his face at her pussy this time. Instead, he planted one arm over her hips to hold her down, nudging her thighs wider and bracing them open with his body, and then thrust two fingers into her channel.

  Gage stifled a groan. His cock pulsed against his jeans, threatening an orgasm without contact. Her pussy was so damn tight. Not surprising really, since she hadn’t had sex for two years, but still. The tight warmth made him even hotter.

  He fucked her hard with his fingers, turning his hand so his palm was up and stroking over her G-spot. With each thrust, he thumbed her clit. He lifted his face to watch her expressions. “Good girl. Keep holding the rungs. Don’t make me have to stop.”

  Her lips tucked under her teeth, and she suddenly stopped breathing.

  He smiled.

  Two seconds later, she shattered on a scream. Her pussy gripped his fingers tight, squeezing them as though pleading with them to stay inside her.

  Gage kept pumping, letting her ride the high for as long as possible. He didn’t slow until she shivered and her body loosened up against the mattress. And still, he ended with his fingers deep inside her, twisting gently, keeping her aware of her tightness. His hand was soaked with the force of her orgasm. And he’d never been so fucking happy. Even without his own release, she was totally worth it.

  Kayla settled into the mattress. Her face came to center, and she slowly smiled. “Gage.” She drew out his name as though it had far more syllables than the one.

  “Yeah, baby.” He grinned back, still stroking her inside.

  “I need you.”

  He watched her face as she gave him her gaze.

  “Please, Gage.”

  “No, baby. You’re in a subspace. Similar to what would happen if I had spanked you. I’m not going to take you for the first time like that.”

  A low moan from her lips made him fight his resolve. He slipped his fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean one at a time. He’d never get enough of her flavor.

  When he finished, he rose above her on his knees, still settled between her thighs. He popped the button on his jeans, his poor cock nearly bursting to get out. It was a miracle he hadn’t come already.

  Kayla watched, her gaze lowering from his eyes to his hands.

  He lowered the zipper and sprang free. He needed to come. There was no way he would fuck the gorgeous submissive beneath him tonight, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t reach orgasm. And judging by the look on her face, she was perfectly content with what he was doing. He eased the denim down his hips a few inches to completely release his erection, and then he grabbed the shaft with his hand and stroked from the base to the tip.

  His legs shook. He’d never been so fucking horny. And normally when he jacked off, it wasn’t with a real live sated woman beneath him staring at his every movement, licking her lips, and squeezing the rungs of his headboard.

  Well, never.

  Gage watched Kayla while he increased his pace, cupping his balls in his free hand and circling his cock with the other. He gathered the wetness leaking from the tip as he worked, spreading it down his shaft to lubricate it.

  He wasn’t going to last. It had been so long since he enjoyed a woman. And Kayla had just rocked his world with the gift of submission she’d given him. He was too worked up to last.

  When his vision blurred and the world ceased to exist around him, he knew he was too far gone. He stroked harder, faster, firmer, and then he came on a long groan. He tipped his head down to watch his come jut out in long lines across Kayla’s belly and chest.

  And bless her, she didn’t flinch. In fact tiny noises came from her lips, indicating she enjoyed the experience.

  As he finished, spent and wobbly, he released his cock and set both hands alongside Kayla’s torso to hold himself up and to give himself the best vision of her sexy body covered in his semen. It took him a moment to catch his breath. “Baby, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, you on my bed, submitting to me with my come all over you.”

  She whimpered again and licked her lower lip.

  Gage lifted one hand to gather his semen on the tip
of his finger. He lifted it to her lips, and she greedily sucked his finger into her mouth. His cock bobbed at the sensuous way she suckled him, her tongue swirling around his finger in a way that made him want those lips wrapped around another appendage.

  He popped his finger reluctantly from her mouth and lifted onto his knees again. “Don’t move. I’m going to clean you up.” As he climbed across the bed, he wondered if his legs would hold him. Luckily, they did, barely. He padded to the bathroom, tugged off his jeans, and washed himself. He grabbed a clean cloth for Kayla, wetting it with warm water and returning to find her in the same position. The only difference was her head turned toward the adjoining bathroom.

  She giggled when he set the cloth on her belly and cleaned up his come. The sound made him hard all over again. Ignoring his plight, he tossed the washcloth aside, flipped off the light, climbed onto the bed, and pulled the covers from the end of the mattress up over them both. “Let go of the rungs now, baby.”

  She lowered her arms.

  Gage gathered her small frame against him, her back to his front. He wrapped one leg over both of hers and tucked his top arm around her body to cup her breast.

  Kayla sighed.

  He kissed her temple and then nudged her hair from her ear with his chin. He set his lips on her earlobe and nibbled around it until she wiggled. “Thank you, baby. That was so fucking hot,” he murmured.

  She relaxed into his embrace. “You were right.”

  “About what?”

  “That was the same high I get from a spanking. Only better.”

  He grinned against her face. “Told you.”

  “I’m ruined.”

  “Nah, you’re just entering a new phase. And I’m glad. If the idea of being swatted in some way or restrained is too much for you right now, at least you know you can submit to me without all that. Let yourself go. Let me bring you to orgasm instead. Same endorphin rush. Same end result. No bad memories to ruin the experience.”

  Kayla stiffened subtly in his arms.

  Wait? Why didn’t anything he’d just done to her elicit a single response to her past? “Kayla?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “It’s obvious to me that while you were away you had a bad experience with a Dom., but please tell me the guy did more than restrain you and beat you.” He held his breath after he spoke.

  Kayla didn’t move an inch. She didn’t breathe either for the longest time.

  “Fuck,” he finally muttered. He pulled her closer, as if that were possible. Did some rat bastard not even bring her to orgasm at all? He wanted to kill the guy. And he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t as soon as she told him who the fucker was.

  In an attempt to remain calm and not scare her, he kissed her temple. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

  She calmed as the minutes passed, her body slowly relaxing in his embrace. Until heavy breathing next to the bed made her flinch. Then she giggled. “Thor.”

  Gage smiled. “Yeah. Lie down, buddy. Not enough space on the bed for you tonight.”

  His dog whined, but Gage heard him plop down beside the bed.

  “Doesn’t he need to go out or something?”

  “Doggy door. He’s good.”

  “But I’m in his spot.”

  “He’ll get over it.”

  Thor sighed loud enough to make them both chuckle.

  “You sure about that?”

  “We’ll see.”

  “Just when he was learning to like me. He’s gonna hate me now.”

  “Nah. As long as you pet him, all will be forgiven.” Gage stroked the skin under her breast. “Sleep, baby.” He kissed her forehead and snuggled onto the pillow beside her. He’d never been so content. For a man who didn’t have actual sex, it was amazing.

  Chapter Ten

  Soft lips nibbled along Kayla’s neck, making her moan. Gage.

  She turned toward him, but he stilled her. “Stay asleep. I need to go to the gym.”

  “I can go home,” she muttered.

  “Nope. You can stay here. Sleep. I’ll be back in a while. Help yourself to whatever you want if you wake up.”

  “’K.” She couldn’t argue with him. The thought of jumping up and heading home right then made her want to groan. Sleep sucked her back under…

  Wetness on her neck again. This time too much of it. She giggled as she turned to find Thor licking her cheek. He lay sprawled out next to her on the bed, propped up on his front paws.

  She wrapped her arms around him and burrowed in his soft fur. “Hey, buddy. You forgive me?”

  The room was brighter than it had been the first time she roused.

  Thor set his snout on the pillow beside her with a long sigh as though he were willing to wait as long as it took, but when the hell was she going to get up already?

  Kayla giggled again. “Did I sleep too long for your taste, Thor?” She pulled herself to sitting.

  Thor lifted his ears in excitement. His tongue reached out, and he licked her again, slinking forward to nuzzle her thigh. He even batted his eyes.

  “Kind of spoiled, aren’t you?”

  Kayla glanced at the clock. Ten. Wow. She couldn’t remember when she’d slept that late. She moaned as she pulled herself out of bed and padded toward the bathroom. She assumed Gage wasn’t back yet or the dog wouldn’t be in bed with her, begging for attention.

  Gage’s master bath was luxurious. She hadn’t seen a thing of the rest of the house yet, but if it matched this bathroom, it must be nice. Warm brown tiles covered the floor and the walls of the shower. A long vanity with two sinks had nothing on it except a razor and a toothbrush. Gage was a guy after all. What more did he need?

  Kayla made her way to a small room with a toilet to the side, and then returned to flip on the shower. She didn’t have clean clothes to put on, but at least she could wash away the results of last night’s escapades. She shivered as she stepped inside, not from cold but from the memory of everything she’d experienced in the last twenty-four hours. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back to let the hot water cascade down her body.

  It seemed cruel that she hadn’t had sex with the man who’d given her two glorious orgasms. He was a magician with his hands and his mouth. In fact those same hands had been used to masturbate onto her belly. The memory of watching his intense stare and his stiff cock perform for her made her pussy come back to life. She almost reached down to stroke a finger through her slit before she remembered where she was. The last thing she needed was for Gage to walk in on her getting off alone.

  Would he care? She relaxed her shoulders and set her forehead against the tile wall. The coolness felt good against her skin. Not that she had any interest in taking the risk of being caught with her hand between her legs strictly from the mortification standpoint, but Gage hadn’t told her not to masturbate.

  Simon had. He instructed her to keep her greedy fingers to herself at all times. Said her body was his to enjoy, and he would decide when and where.

  Tears fell down Kayla’s face as she compared Simon to Gage. Simon was a bastard. How had she not realized that? All those years. Wasted at his hands. He made her think his way was the way everyone behaved. He’d stolen a piece of her.

  She righted herself and reached for Gage’s shampoo. She wasn’t going to let Simon steal one more second of her life. He was gone. She was free. And Gage was certainly not him.

  Half an hour later, Kayla sat on Gage’s back porch drinking a glass of orange juice.

  Thor ran back and forth across the yard as though chasing some unseen alien being.

  Kayla tucked her legs under her and leaned back. The only thing she wore was one of Gage’s T-shirts. She didn’t have clean panties, and the thought of putting on anything dirty made her cringe.

  When the sliding glass door opened behind her, she twisted around.

  Gage filled the opening, pulling the door shut behind him. His smile was huge. “Hey, baby. You’re up.”

  “Yeah. Thor was
tired of me sleeping the day away.”

  Gage scrunched up his nose. “Did he take my spot when I left?”

  “Yep.”

  “Sorry. I should have warned you or shut the bedroom door.” He straddled the end of the lounge chair she sat in and inched closer until he set his hands on her crossed thighs. His hair was damp, probably from showering at the gym.

  “It was fine. We bonded. He might have forgiven me for making him sleep on the floor last night.” She lifted her gaze from his waist to his face and squinted against the rising sun at his back. “How was your workout?”

  “Good. Hope you weren’t mad at me for running out on you like that.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “Mmm, orange juice.” He licked his lips. “Thanks for waiting for me.”

  “Exactly what other choice did I have?” She chuckled. “I don’t have a car, or clothes for that matter.”

  Gage scooted closer until his thighs hit her knees. He leaned forward and set his hands on the back of the chair behind her shoulders. “Right. That was smooth of me, wasn’t it?”

  She smiled as his lips descended again, and he took her mouth in a long kiss that melted her insides and made her grip his forearms for support. He dipped his head to one side and deepened the tangle of their tongues, stroking his along hers until she squirmed at the thoughts his movements elicited.

  He didn’t pull away for several minutes, and then only an inch. “Delicious.”

  She shivered, squeezing his arms tighter, aware of two things—her nipples were hard rocks brushing against the cotton shirt, and her pussy was soaking wet between her spread legs.

  And Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, she wanted this man to make love to her.

  Heat crept up her face. “I should go home.”

  “Why?” He raised one eyebrow.

  “Stuff?”

  He snickered. “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

  “Yes,” she answered honestly.

  He sat up, but the distance didn’t help any because he set his hands on her thighs, pushing his shirt out of the way to grip her bare skin.