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She closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and moaned as his thumbs brushed back and forth across the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”

  She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  He inched closer to her center until his thumbs pulled on the skin on both sides of her pussy, causing her lower lips to part and exposing her wetness to the cooler air. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”

  “No, Sir.” Her voice was lower this time as she fought to keep from oozing through the slats of the chair like jelly.

  “How about this?” He dipped both thumbs into her pussy at once.

  She moaned, so loud the neighbors surely heard. But she didn’t respond.

  “That’s it, baby. Let it happen. You’re long overdue for some intense orgasms.”

  He wasn’t kidding. She rolled her head onto his shoulder and grabbed his waist with both hands while he fucked her hard with his thumbs. “Oh God,” she mumbled, bracing her forehead against him.

  One thumb disappeared to land on her clit.

  Kayla squealed, her orgasm rushing through her so fast she couldn’t stop it. She panted hard, not realizing for several moments that Thor panted next to her also. “God, Gage. Your dog is a voyeur.”

  “Haha. He’s not used to so much activity here.” Gage eased his thumbs from between her legs and sucked them both clean, one at a time.

  Kayla watched him. It was so erotic when he did that. “Are you planning to keep me here indefinitely, half clothed and aroused?”

  “Yep.” He grinned. “Except when I have you naked and aroused, which I prefer.”

  Butterflies fluttered in her belly. She needed more. The orgasm felt fantastic, but her body craved a bigger fulfillment.

  Before she could say anything, Gage stood, taking her hands and tugging her along with him. “I brought lunch.”

  Seriously? Was there anything this man did wrong? She followed behind him as they entered the house. Thor stayed on her heels.

  When they got inside, Gage turned toward her and flattened her against the glass door. “Submit to me, baby. Give me the entire day. I promise I’ll take you home first thing tomorrow morning, but I want this whole day and another night with you.”

  She sucked in a breath. He was overwhelming. Totally in her space and scrambling her brain. “Gage—”

  “Don’t say no yet. Let’s eat. You think about it.” He trailed his hands down her body until they reached the hem of his T-shirt at her hips. And then he flattened his palms under the cotton tee and shoved the material up her body. “Naked. Will you do that for me?” He asked the question as he pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. His gaze went from her face to her chest, and so did his hands. He cupped both breasts, his thumbs grazing over the distended nipples that hadn’t retreated since he’d arrived. “So sexy. I can’t get enough of you naked.”

  Kayla bit her lower lip as he fondled her.

  He lowered his voice. “Submit to me, baby.”

  “Aren’t I?”

  He smiled as he released her breasts. “Sit.” He took her hand and led her to the table. He opened a brown paper bag and took out two sandwiches that smelled like heaven.

  Her stomach rumbled.

  Gage sat next to her. “Put your hands in your lap, baby, one on each thigh.”

  She did as he told her.

  “Shoulders back. Head dipped slightly.”

  She flinched, the tightening in her belly going haywire.

  He leaned closer. “Submit to me,” he repeated.

  She sucked in a breath and did as he requested, unable to do anything but.

  “Good girl. Let me control you today. Leave all decisions to me.”

  “Why?”

  He took her chin in his hand and met her gaze. “Because afterward you’ll never want another Dom, and I aim to solidify that in your mind.”

  Her eyes widened as he spoke with such surety. Determination.

  She nodded. “Okay.” There was no other answer. And then she added, “Sir.”

  His smiled widened. “I’m not a stickler for the word Sir. You know that. If it makes you feel good, you may use it. But it’s not imperative.”

  “Okay, Sir.” She couldn’t wrap her mind around submitting while not using the proper form of address. It came naturally in the role.

  Gage opened the sandwiches and held one up to her mouth. “Bite?”

  She reached for it, but he pulled it away. “Hands in your lap.”

  Her pussy clenched. He was going to feed her. No one had ever fed her. Someone had intentionally not fed her on occasion, but not this. This was fucking hot. She took the offered bite when the thick bread stuffed with meat and cheese returned to her mouth.

  Gage took a bite of the same sandwich and then offered her another.

  The flavors burst on her tongue. She’d never tasted food so thoroughly before. Something about her submission and the fact he controlled her intake made her notice more things about the meal. She moaned around the next bite.

  “You’re even sexy when you eat, baby.” He wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin and then set a straw to her lips. “Decaf, vanilla, iced latte.”

  She almost came at the idea of him remembering her preference and going out of his way to get her favorite coffee. She took the straw between her lips and sucked. When she was finished, he set the cup down and grabbed the sandwich again. He doted on her attentively through the entire meal, wiping her lips, offering her drinks at the right moments, and feeding her.

  Halfway through the second sandwich, she was stuffed. “I’m full, Sir.”

  “Okay. Good girl.” He continued, downing the rest of the food himself.

  Kayla sat in the same position until he finished. He cleaned the table, wadding up the remnants of their meal and tossing it in the trash.

  Thor came bounding through the doggy door at that moment and planted himself on the floor next to Kayla. The way he stared at her made her feel awkward, as though he knew she was naked and questioned her motives.

  Gage shooed him out of the way. “Go lie down, buddy.” Gage quirked one side of his mouth up when he looked at Kayla. “I don’t think he’ll mention anything that happens here to anyone, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  She flinched. How the hell did he know that? “Probably not, Sir.”

  “Come.” Gage nodded behind him and headed for the living room. She’d wandered around his home that morning, taking in his space. His living room was warm, inviting, and masculine. The sofa was enormous, but so was Gage. And so were his friends.

  He plopped on the couch and pulled Kayla between his knees. He lifted his gaze to hers. His hands landed on her thighs. He held her gaze.

  He smoothed his hands up the front of her body. He paused to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. Then he smoothed his palms over her stomach. “Your skin is flawless.”

  She inhaled a sharp breath. Everything he did made her feel alive, sexy, precious. So unlike her previous relationship. It was as if he knew that and was proving to her there was something else out there. And maybe he was right.

  He worshipped her body with his gaze and his fingertips, leaning in to nibble her belly and then her nipples.

  Simon rarely had her naked. He liked to bare her bottom for his whippings, but he spent most of the years she was with him ridiculing her for her looks.

  Nothing about Gage said he found her lacking.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

  She stepped out, bracing herself with her hands on his shoulders. Moisture pooled at her entrance. She bit her lip, picturing wetness running down her legs any second.

  “Do you realize how sexy you are?”

  She paused. “No, Sir.”

  He trailed his fingers up and down her torso, crossing her nipples with each pass.

  “I’m gonna change that answer to a yes.”

  How the hell did he think he could do that?

  Suddenly, he released her an
d leaned back to look at her body.

  She shivered at the lack of contact and the way he gazed at her.

  He patted the couch beside him. “Lie down. Put your head on the far arm with your feet toward me.”

  She climbed onto the soft cool leather and leaned back as he’d requested. She bent her knees to keep her feet from landing on his lap.

  Gage grabbed her knees. He gently parted them, pressing the one closest to the back of the couch against the leather. He tapped her other leg. “Let this foot hang off the side of the couch, baby.”

  She moved her heel that direction until it dangled down the side. The instant exposure was unsettling, and she crossed her hands over her belly.

  “Arms above your head. Clasp them behind you on the arm of the couch.”

  Kayla couldn’t breathe. Her chest rose and her knees shook. Her nipples chilled and puckered even though he was no longer touching them.

  “Perfect.” He twisted to face her more fully, bending his knee and leaning one elbow on the back of the couch. His face gave nothing away as his gaze roamed up and down her body.

  She wished the field were even. She’d give anything to see his naked body too. But she wouldn’t request such a thing. Especially not when he was dominating her.

  “Talk to me.”

  What? Her mouth was dry. She could barely swallow under his intense gaze, and he wanted to talk? “About what, Sir?” If he thought he was going to grill her about the gap in her life, he would find her bolting from the couch and out the front door in two seconds flat, naked or not.

  But he didn’t mention any such thing. “How do you feel right now?”

  She licked her lips, thanking God for his approach. “Exposed.”

  “Good exposed? Bad exposed?”

  “Both, I guess.”

  He set one finger on her inner thigh and stroked a delicate path toward her center, but not close enough. “If I were to spread your pussy, would I find you wet for me, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “If I pulled the hood off your clit, would I find it swollen?”

  “Yes.” She squirmed, and he removed his finger.

  “Stay still.”

  She moaned, almost willing to beg him to touch her again.

  “What do you need, baby?”

  “Touch me, Sir. Please.” God, anywhere, just touch me. She craved his hands on her, or his mouth, hell even his cock, more than a dying man needed water.

  “So, you’re aroused?”

  Heat raced up her chest and across her face. She knew it would leave her with red splotches across her skin. “Yes, Sir.”

  “But I’m not doing anything.”

  She swallowed. It was true. And not true. In a way, he was doing everything.

  He leaned in and set one hand on her belly. “What’s happening in here?”

  “Need. A tight ball that won’t go away until you…”

  “Until I what?”

  “Fuck me, Sir.” She turned her head to one side as she said the crude words that slipped out of her mouth nearly as a plea.

  Gage wove his fingers into the hair at the apex of her sex. He tugged lightly, causing her clit to become exposed. With his other hand, he tapped her swollen nub.

  She nearly shot off the couch.

  He removed his hands immediately, leaving her panting, dying for his touch.

  “Please, Sir.”

  “You’re riding an endorphin high, and I’m not even doing anything.” He leaned casually against his elbow on the back of the couch.

  She met his gaze. What was he talking about?

  “When I spanked you the first time, how did you feel?”

  She closed her eyes and thought back to that day. It wasn’t hard. It was embedded in her memory. The way he held her skirt up, exposing her bottom. The way he stroked her skin, massaging it, kneading it. And then he’d swatted her again and again, each pair of slaps increasing in intensity while she rose from her body and took in the pain…and the arousal. She hadn’t been willing to admit to him, or even herself, how aroused she’d gotten that time, or the next time. But she had.

  “Kayla?”

  She opened her eyes. “Like this, Sir. High. Needy. Exposed.”

  “Good girl.” He smiled in approval.

  God, was it the same? How could she possibly get the same results without the pain?

  One finger trailed down her inner thigh. One finger that made her hold her breath as he circled her pussy and grazed over her outer lips. One finger that teased her until she thought she would implode.

  And he wasn’t truly touching her anywhere specific. At least not where she most craved his touch.

  “Please,” she pleaded. She lifted her butt off the couch toward him.

  He stopped. His finger disappeared. “Submit to me, baby.”

  He kept saying that. What more did he want?

  “Ass on the couch, Kayla. Legs spread wider.”

  She settled back against the leather, glancing down to realize her knee had come away from the back of the couch. She pressed it open, gasping for air.

  “Good girl.” He set his palm on her knee and held it steady. “You stay still, and I’ll take you someplace you’ve never been. Ride the high. But do it submitting to me.”

  Wasn’t that what she was doing? Not if you move, Kayla. She nodded.

  This time he held her leg open, not removing his palm spread against her thigh. With his other hand he stroked one glorious finger through her folds, finally.

  As he opened her, she felt the cool air of the room hit her wetness. Her stomach dipped as she inhaled sharply.

  “That’s it. Just feel. Don’t worry about anything except how good it feels to obey me.”

  God, his voice. It seeped into her skin, turning her to pudding. Her clit quivered, longing for his touch.

  And then he was there, right below her nub, trailing her wetness up to the bundle of nerves that demanded attention.

  “My baby is so aroused,” he whispered. “I think she could come with just a command.”

  She moaned. He was right. She almost came at the suggestion of a command.

  He stroked back through her folds, up and down, spreading her arousal, and then dipping his finger into her tight core.

  She clenched his finger, wishing it was more.

  “What do you need, Kayla?”

  “God, Gage. I need to come so bad.” Her legs shook. It seemed every time her blood pooled in her sex, she quaked.

  “Do you want me to stroke your clit or your G-spot?”

  She tipped her head back. She didn’t care where he touched her as long as she came.

  “Where, baby? Talk to me.”

  “My clit, Sir.”

  He suddenly pressed his thumb into the base of her clit and then just as quickly released it to pinch the sensitive bundle of nerves between his thumb and pointer.

  Kayla tipped over the edge. The spasms started deep in her belly and spread outward.

  And Gage didn’t let up. He pinched and twisted with enough pressure to keep her high and needy even after the orgasm subsided. “Gorgeous.”

  She brought her gaze back to his to find him staring at her face. She struggled to speak.

  “What else do you need?”

  “Your cock, Sir. Please.”

  Gage stood and scooped her off the couch against his chest before she finished saying the words. He carried her to his bedroom in long strides and flattened her to the messy sheets, still scrambled from last night’s antics. His lips landed on hers hard, taking her mouth in a powerful kiss that left her gasping for oxygen when he pulled back.

  He lifted off her and stripped himself, dropping first his T-shirt and then his jeans and underwear. He turned to the bedside table and grabbed a condom from the drawer.

  She watched all this with her eyes wide. The expanse of his chest and biceps and back were so fucking sexy covered in the intricate designs she’d only seen two other times. She wanted to run her fin
gers along each tattoo. Later.

  She dug her heels into the mattress to push back and make more room for him. She spread her legs. When he had the condom rolled on, she reached for him. “Please, Gage. I need to feel you inside me.”

  He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wider, meeting her gaze before he climbed into the V of her thighs. “Look at me, Kayla.”

  She did.

  “Tell me you’re sure about this.”

  “I’m so sure. Please, Gage.” She repeated the plea. “Please, Sir. Fuck me.”

  “I’ll never fuck you, Kayla. You’re too precious to take like that. I might make love to you hard and fast, but it won’t be fucking.”

  She nodded, another piece of her melting. She lowered her voice. “Take me. Make love to me, Gage.”

  And then he was over her, his cock nestled at her entrance, his elbows holding him above her body, shaking with the same need she felt.

  She gripped his biceps and dug her nails into his skin.

  Gage clearly gritted his teeth as he slowly eased into her. He threw his head back and groaned as his cock filled her pussy.

  And filled was an understatement. She was so tight after years of celibacy she felt stretched to the max. And it was wonderful.

  “God, baby.” His head dropped back down. “So fucking tight. I’m not going to last long. Hell, I almost came in my pants watching you orgasm on the couch.”

  She lifted a hand to his face and held his cheek, his soft beard beneath her palm. “I don’t care. Do it.”

  He thrust the last few inches, groaning as his cock disappeared completely.

  Kayla crested into a second orgasm as soon as he was seated and the base of his cock pressed against her clit. Her pussy pulsed around his length. There was no way for her to stop the freight train of sensation that coursed through her body.

  And then he moved, pulling almost out and then pushing back in.

  Her orgasm rode the friction like a roller coaster, shooting her back to the top of the world again in less than a second.

  Gage lowered his body and took her lips, not moving his torso an inch as he did so. “Baby,” he muttered against her mouth. “So good.” He thrust again. And again.

  And Kayla rose into the stratosphere with each pass of his cock against the sensitive walls of her pussy.

  He thrust faster, stiffening as he did so. He sucked in a deep breath and groaned as he gave one final thrust to the hilt and tipped his face to set his forehead against her chin.