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  After he grabbed the lube and let a generous amount dribble down the tip of the plug, he pulled her cheeks apart with one hand and settled the tip at her tight opening with the other.

  She tensed. Expected. No matter how much experience she may have had previously with plugs, it had been a long time, and she had never received a plug from him. She couldn’t know what to expect. “Relax your bottom, sweet girl. Let it slide inside.”

  She took a few deep breaths and visibly did as she was told.

  The moment he saw the tension disappear slightly at her entrance, he pressed the heavier end of the glass against her hole, slowly letting it slip into her. It only took a few seconds, and then it was seated. He twisted it around several times to increase the sensations she would be feeling. “Good girl. I’m proud of you. You okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her knees were shaking a bit.

  “Can you take more?”

  “More what, Sir?” she murmured.

  He stroked the skin of her bottom around the plug and then reached between her legs to tease her pussy. “More of anything I want to dole out.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  After parting her lips to open her pussy to the cooler air of the room, he went back to the bag. “Too bad you’re missing out on all the fun of opening these. It’s a shame.”

  She shuddered but said nothing as he opened the next box and then lifted the larger of the two items out of the soft interior. Grabbing her hip with one hand, he slid the tip of the silicone egg through the wetness between her lower lips.

  Her legs buckled.

  He held her, propping her up with a knee at the base of her ass. “My girl is overwhelmed.”

  She moaned.

  He slid the egg inside her without warning, an incredibly easy task considering how wet she was. When the only visible part was the loop that extended from her pussy, he stroked her clit a few times and then removed his hand. “Lower to your knees, Faith.”

  He helped by guiding her hips until her forehead rested on the edge of the loveseat, her tits hanging in front of her, and her knees spread on the carpet. “Hang on, sweet girl.” He grabbed the two pillows from earlier and tucked them under her knees. “Comfortable?”

  “Yes, Sir.” He could hardly hear her words. Was she in subspace? It was possible. At the very least, she was concentrating on all the sensations bombarding her.

  He picked up the end of the rope that wove through the crisscross down her back and set it in her hand. “I want you to remain in this position while I’m gone, but if for any reason you can’t, pull this rope. It will release your hands. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He picked up the second item from the last box and pushed a few buttons, smiling as he watched her spine stiffen. The vibrations inside her pussy would keep her on edge for the next hour. “I’ll be back after my first shift.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. Walking away was one of the hardest things he’d ever done.

  Chapter 18

  Faith’s mind was filled with a mix of emotions and thoughts that had multiplied exponentially over the last hour. She had come to Rowen’s office prepared to end things. Not wanting to walk away, but knowing it was a possibility.

  But he’d softened, listened to her deepest secrets, and backed down. At least for the time being. She had no idea if he could fully embrace her unusual situation, but she was grateful he had taken control and turned their precarious relationship in the direction she craved.

  Submitting to him came naturally. Every moment since he’d ended their difficult discussion and taken control was precious and embedded in her mind. The bombardment of sensations all over her body served as a constant reminder that he was the consummate Dom.

  He hadn’t been kidding about his ability with ropes. Her arms were securely fastened at her back, but not stretched so far that her shoulders would hurt. Only someone with a great deal of skill could leave a safety release. No Dom had ever done so with her.

  The slight stretch in her ass served as a constant reminder it was filled. The weight of the glass plug was enough to keep her on edge, but combined with the surprisingly large egg inside her channel, the effects of both devices kept her alert and conscious of every erogenous zone.

  Even her nipples still tingled from the clamps she’d worn not too long ago. Her breasts swayed with every movement, the globes swollen between the crisscross of ropes.

  Victor had used ropes on her, but he’d done so because he knew she liked the restraint. He had not been as proficient nor artistic. She wished she could see the results, and considered asking Rowen to take a picture before he released her. That would be a giant step in a direction she had never strayed before. Evidence of her submission in the form of photos made her almost as nervous as the idea of dining with her family.

  Had he been serious when he suggested coming to her parents’ house for dinner Sunday? If so, she wasn’t sure she could go through with it. He seemed to live in a dream world where he couldn’t conceptualize a family as dysfunctional as hers.

  The truth was much worse than she could describe. Her mother would slaughter him with her words and her glares. Or she could possibly ignore him entirely in the hopes her rudeness would cause him to disappear.

  No matter what happened, it would not be pretty, and even at the expense of losing Rowen’s respect and trust, she wasn’t sure she could do as she’d promised. Taking him home to meet her family would cost her. A piece of her dignity would be lost.

  He would never see her through the same eyes again. Was it worth the price? Or would it be better to accept the fact he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with her if she refused to go through with it?

  The reality was, there was only a snowball’s chance in hell he would still want to continue their arrangement after he met her family anyway, so why put herself through the humiliation? If family was as important to him as he’d implied, he would be sorely disappointed when he met hers.

  She shook the worrisome thoughts from her head and turned her attention back to the stretch of her rear hole and the slight vibration inside her pussy. When the speed and intensity suddenly picked up, she gasped.

  Holy shit. He had a remote, and he was changing the settings from downstairs.

  Faith rocked forward, her breasts brushing against the cushion of the couch and increasing her sensitivity. She squeezed the rope in her hand, knowing one pull would release her from this pleasurable prison.

  She had no intention of ending the scene, but knowing it was possible gave her a great sense of relief. This total submission was made more so by the fact that he’d given her the control to continue. In a way, it increased her role, heightening his level of dominance. Her compliance was in her hands.

  Time ticked by, the egg inside her going through waves of increased vibrations and then almost completely stopping. Her frustration mounted every time he changed the settings.

  She had never wanted to be fucked so badly in her life. Did he know that? Did he do it on purpose?

  Even after the orgasm he’d given her with his mouth, she was not sated. She had craved his cock inside her from the moment she’d come down from her high.

  She had craved his cock in her mouth worse, however, thus erasing the possibility he would fuck her at that moment. She wasn’t sorry, though. Sucking him had been as heady as having his mouth on her clit.

  How much time had passed? She willed him to return.

  Finally, the door opened softly behind her, making her moan with anticipation.

  As his footfalls grew closer, she inhaled slowly, silently pleading with him to fuck her fast and hard and now.

  His hands were warm when they hit her hips and pulled her onto her feet, kicking the pillows out of the way. “So proud of you, sweet girl,” he whispered. “I know that wasn’t easy. Your submission makes my cock so hard I can’t stand it.”

  Thank God. Her forehead remained on the couch, her butt now higher than her shoulder
s.

  He reached between her legs, grabbed the loop at the entrance to her pussy, and pulled the egg out so fast she gasped. “Sir…”

  “Shhh. I know. No words.”

  She pursed her lips, hoping she could contain herself, knowing it would serve her well.

  The sound of his zipper lowering followed by the unmistakable rip of a condom wrapper made her whimper and squirm.

  One of his hands was on her hip again seconds later, holding her steady. His cock was at her entrance. He swiped it through her folds slowly from top to bottom, and then he stunned her by slamming all the way to the hilt.

  Their combined groans filled the silence.

  Yes. Oh, hell yes.

  She hadn’t needed words or discussion or preparation. She had needed to be filled. And he’d given her that.

  She wasn’t just full from his cock. The combination of him inside her pussy while the plug still filled her tight rear doubled the sensations.

  He didn’t pull back out. Instead, he slid his hands up her belly until they cupped her breasts. He toyed with her nipples, twisting and pinching them until she opened her mouth, instinctively intending to beg him to stop teasing her and fuck her.

  She stopped herself, and he rewarded her—intentionally or otherwise—by drawing himself back several inches and then thrusting forward again.

  Yes.

  The base of his cock hit the glass ball of her plug, pressing against the toy maddeningly.

  His grip remained on her breasts, tightening over them, encompassing them completely in his palms so that they no longer swayed. He repeated the same sensational motion two more times, thrusting into her seemingly deeper with each pass.

  She arched her chest into his palms, fisting her hands at her back. So good. So very good.

  It had been so long since she’d been with a man that it nearly overwhelmed her. When Rowen released her breasts to grab her hips, he had more leverage to fuck her harder and faster.

  Her clit ached to be stroked, but she wouldn’t dare utter a single word. Rowen knew exactly what he was doing. If she tried to top him from the bottom, there was no telling how he might punish her.

  Half of her considered doing so just to find out. She imagined his punishments would be sweet torture any submissive would be happy to endure. The two quick spanks to her bottom Saturday night had given her a taste of his brand of discipline, leaving her pussy pulsing with need and her clit throbbing for hours.

  The slight sting to her butt cheeks reminded her of his control well into the night. Even long after the effects of his swats would surely have dissipated entirely, she could still feel the imagined sting. And she loved it.

  As Rowen picked up the pace, his breathing came heavier to her ears. She lifted her forehead, setting her chin on the cushion to arch her neck. Her lips fell apart, no sound coming from her mouth.

  She knew by his tightened grip on her hips and the soft rhythmic moans coming from his mouth he was close. And then heaven shined down on her. He released one hip, reached around to her front, and pinched her clit hard.

  She came instantly, a scream escaping her lips as his own moan of completion competed with her audible release.

  Several thrusts later, he stilled, deep inside her, still stroking her clit. When he eased his hand from her sensitive nub, a shiver raced down her spine.

  He reached between her hands for the lost end of the rope and gave a sharp tug. As her arms were released, they fell apart at her sides uselessly. His cock slid from her pussy as he leaned forward to flatten a hand on her chest and pull her upright.

  With one hand holding her tight, he grabbed a tissue from the end table and removed the condom.

  Her legs shook, but he had her secure with his other arm quickly tucked under her breasts. “You are so damn hot,” he whispered in her ear. “I will never forget this gift.” He kissed her neck and then spun them both around, lowered himself onto the loveseat, and pulled her down onto his lap.

  He cradled her in his arms while she nestled her head against his shoulder.

  His hands worked to rub her arms up and down. “Talk to me, Faith. Do your arms hurt?”

  “No, Sir. They’re fine.” The circulation was coming back. Nothing hurt. “You are truly skilled with a rope.”

  He kissed the top of her head. “There’s nothing sexier than a woman intricately bound and naked.”

  She burrowed deeper against him, grasping his shirt with her fingers, more worried than ever about how deeply she was falling for him. She held her breath as tears welled up in her eyes, fighting to hold them back, not wanting him to see her weakness.

  But she lost that battle when one tear slid down her face, forcing her to swipe it away.

  “Hey.” Rowen grabbed her shoulders and held her a few inches away from his chest. “What’s wrong?”

  She shook her head, staring at his chest. “Nothing, Sir. Everything is too right.”

  “People don’t usually cry when everything is right.”

  “Sure they do.” She forced a smile, lifting her gaze while she wiped her cheeks again.

  His brows rose. “Seems corny.” He must have felt her shudder because he tugged a blanket from the arm of the loveseat and wrapped it around her, tucking her against him again. He grabbed a bottle of water from the end table next. “You need to drink, sweet girl.”

  She took a sip and leaned her weight into his chest once more. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I have to get back downstairs soon. Lincoln is covering for me. Will you stay? Maybe take a nap here on the couch? I’ll drive you home later.”

  “I’d like that, Sir.”

  “Good.” He gave her a squeeze and then spoke again. “Would you like me to remove the plug, or would you rather take care of it yourself? There’s a bathroom across the hall if you’d like to clean up a bit.”

  “That would be nice, Sir.” She would much rather remove the plug herself than have him do it. Maybe if they were together for weeks or months she would loosen up, but after less than a week and only a few hours together, she felt a twinge of modesty about that level of intimacy.

  Rowen rose to his feet, taking her with him and setting her on her feet. He tucked the blanket around her and led her toward the office door. After glancing into the hallway, he pushed the door all the way open and declared the coast clear. “I’ll wait right here for you.”

  She was grateful for that too. It would be mortifying if she came out of the bathroom to find someone unexpected in the hall while she was naked under a blanket.

  She hurried into the small bathroom, unwrapped the blanket, and folded it to set it on the corner of the vanity. Working quickly, she removed the plug, used the toilet, and cleaned herself up. She wrapped the washed glass phallus in a paper towel and rushed to open the door.

  No one but Rowen was outside. He smiled at her as she returned, taking the wrapped plug from her hand. “You’re stunning when you blush.”

  She rolled her eyes and made her way back to his loveseat, suddenly drained and in great need of that nap.

  Rowen didn’t rush off and leave her. No. Of course not. He was nothing if not thorough in his aftercare. He helped her settle curled on her side, tucked the blanket around her, and kissed her forehead. “Rest, sweet girl. I’ll be back.”

  As he left, he turned off the overhead lights, leaving her in near darkness. Her eyes slowly adjusted to a room bathed in streams of light coming from outside, but it was soothing. Relaxing. In moments she fell asleep.

  Chapter 19

  Faith had no idea how much time had passed before Rowen set his hand on her shoulder and gently shook her awake. “Sweet girl, I’m so sorry. It’s late. Let me take you home.”

  She blinked her eyes open, trying to shake the sleep away. “What time is it?” she murmured.

  “Midnight.”

  “Don’t you have to work still?”

  “I’ll come back and finish up after I drop you off.” He brushed a lock of hair from her
face and cupped her cheek. “Let’s get you home. You’ll sleep better in your own bed.”

  She wanted to ask him to stay. She wanted to beg him to stay. The idea of sleeping next to his warm body sounded so appealing all of the sudden that she wasn’t sure who she was or what woman had inhabited her body.

  She hadn’t felt this strongly about anyone since Victor, and while it scared her to let herself feel again, she needed to admit Victor would have wanted this for her. He never would have wanted her to pine over him forever.

  She pushed herself to sitting, watching as Rowen rummaged around, putting a few items back in the bag of toys and then adding her flimsy white top and thong. There were still two unopened toys in that bag, and she’d give anything to find out what they were.

  But that wasn’t in the cards. Rowen had intentionally set up this game to keep her guessing. Genius of him. The possibilities were endless. She couldn’t recall what the sizes of the last two boxes even were. Since she hadn’t been the one to open the previous few, she couldn’t eliminate them from the running.

  When he stepped in front of her holding her jacket, she lifted her gaze. “Can you stand, sweet girl? Are you awake?”

  She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want this evening to end. “I don’t mind staying, Sir. I can wait for you to finish working.” If he had to return to work, their time would be cut short. She would rather sleep in his office than be clear across town in her apartment while he was back at Zodiac. Anything to avoid breaking the spell.

  Rowen lifted a brow. “This isn’t multiple choice, Faith. I’m taking you home.”

  She swallowed, unable to move. It had been so long since she’d submitted to someone. She was rusty. She should know better than to challenge a Dom when he made a decision. She did know better.

  She held his gaze for a long moment, reading correctly that he wasn’t a pushover. He was truly as firm as he’d promised. He was also losing his patience. “I’m sorry, Sir.” She pushed to standing, letting the blanket fall, took her coat from his hand, and slid her arms into it. Apparently he expected her to go naked under the jacket.