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  His grin widened as he slowly lowered his head. “I love the sound of your surrender.”

  Riveted, I watched as his mouth covered my clit. His tongue gently flicked across my tiny bud, sending shockwaves racing through me. My entire lower half tightened in response. My channel clamped around his finger like a vice. Desperate to touch him, I pulled at the bindings and was quickly reminded of my predicament. A fresh shot of desire slid through me, and I grew impossibly wetter at the realization that I was at his mercy. Never in my life had I felt so out of control and, God help me, but I liked it.

  My impending climax grew, building on itself until the world narrowed to just the sensations he was pulling from me. His hands, his mouth, the tightness low in my belly. Just a little more….

  Just as I was on the verge of release, he pulled his finger out and lifted his head, leaving me feeling unbelievably empty and riding that painful edge of release.

  My protest came quick as I sobbed the word "No," only to receive a wry smile in return.

  “Oh yes,” he replied. “Rule number three, baby. You will come only when I allow you to come. Always assume that you don’t have permission to come until it’s given.”

  My eyes widened with his instructions and my brain all but shut off. “You can’t be serious.”

  “I’m completely serious,” he replied as his smile faded and I had a sudden fear that I’d angered him with my question.

  Be careful what you wish for, Shannon. That thought ran through my head as memories of me in the shower, dreaming about him doing this very thing, surfaced. What in the hell had I been thinking?

  “But how am I supposed to control when I come?” I could barely control my body’s reactions as it was and now he wanted me to fight back my release until given permission? Could it even be done?

  “Honey, part of being a good sub is not only listening to your Dom, but having faith that he knows what’s best for you. Withholding your release will only heighten the experience and, when you finally are allowed to come, will make it that much more pleasurable. Now,” he brushed a knuckle over my mound. “Once again, I ask, do you trust me to know what’s best for you, Shannon?”

  Nervously I licked my lips as I considered his question. I trusted him, but I was worried about what happened if I failed him. “What if I can’t control it?”

  He arched a brow. “Then I get to punish you for your lack of control?”

  Oh, God! His wicked words had my mind conjuring all sorts of scenarios and each one made me even wetter with need. “You can’t—” I feebly protested.

  “Oh, but I can and I will. Now…” He slid one finger ever so slowly into me, then back out. The sensation had me moaning in response. I tightened around him as desire flared back to life.

  “Very nice.” He lowered his head, and grazed his teeth across my folds before sucking my labia into his mouth. His tongue laved my bud with a renewed vigor and I panted at the sensation. So close. So very, very close, but I wasn’t allowed to come and I needed to remember that fact.

  My legs quivered uncontrollably, even as I fought to turn my brain back on. In a last ditch effort to distract myself from what he was doing to the lower half of my body, I tried saying the alphabet backwards. Z…Y…X...W…

  The moment he added a second finger, my thoughts scattered, causing me to lose my place. I arched against him, only to have him use his free hand to hold me down. The pressure added to my arousal and I moaned. Faster, harder, he drove into me as I writhed and whimpered beneath him. The entire lower half of my body was on fire. His tongue slid through my folds again and again while his fingers plunged in and out. No way was I going to be able to stop the building orgasm.

  I was once again riding that precarious peak when he stopped and took his hands away.

  I literally sobbed like a baby. What he was doing to me was torture and I’d actually agreed to it. What was I thinking?

  My entire lower half felt overly tight and throbbed with nearly unbearable need. I’d never felt so out of control, so desperate to come, in my life. I didn’t think it was possible, but I physically hurt down there.

  “I know it probably doesn’t seem like it, but you’re doing great,” he praised. Knowing I’d pleased him helped marginally, but right then I would have settled for the punishment if it meant finding some relief. “I promise,” he whispered as he licked the soft skin of my inner thigh. “It will be worth it.”

  The sudden need to touch him overwhelmed me, and I pulled at the cuffs. Once again they didn’t give and my hands closed into fists over the bindings as yet another wave of helplessness washed through me, arousing me further.

  Just as the feeling began to wane, he slid what felt like three fingers into me, the feeling tighter than before and sending my arousal right back up to the precipice. This time my eyelids slammed shut and I let my head roll to the side as I let go of all my fight, all my control and surrendered to his demands.

  He slid his finger in, pulled out, then repeated the process until each thrust pushed me closer and closer to the edge. He flicked his tongue across my clit and my entire body tightened one more time. If he stopped again I would surely faint. Closer…closer. Oh God, I’m gonna come!

  Before I could utter the words, he lifted his head just long enough to bark a command. “Come now, Shannon.”

  As if somehow I’d been waiting for his order or maybe relieved because I’d finally received it, I fell right off that desperate edge. I cried out, his name tumbling from my lips as if he was the only thing in my life that mattered. My world splintered, taking me with it as I crashed through my climax. Starbursts flashed behind my closed eyelids as my entire body jerked with spasms of pleasure. My body no longer under my control, I thrashed in the bed and pulled against the restraints and time seemed to stand still as I rode wave after wave of pleasure.

  Chapter 11

  After what seemed like an eternity, the spasms slowed until I lay limp and drenched in my own sweat. My heart pounded so fast I swore it was going to beat right out of my chest, yet I couldn’t muster the energy to lift my head, let alone speak.

  “So I guess I won that bet, huh?”

  I opened my eyes and noted the smug look plastered across Brent’s face. Yes, damn it, he’d won that bet. He didn’t need to rub it in. I’d expected him to release me, but instead he sat back on his knees and grinned. “I hope you have some energy left, sweetheart, ‘cause we’re far from being done.”

  Oh God! Despite being thoroughly exhausted and completely sated, my pussy twitched with his words. What was he planning to do next? I didn’t have to wait long as his big hands roved up my thighs, danced along my ample hips and up over my not-so-flat belly before cupping my breasts. He smiled as he squeezed just hard enough to create a bite of pain that had me gasping for breath. Without any regard for time, he played with my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and finger, then lightly pinching them back to attention.

  Then he leaned over and opened the small nightstand drawer. "There are condoms in here somewhere,” he said as he rooted through the box.

  Condoms? My mind turned the word over until its implications took root and my pussy clenched emptily. He was going to take me and I couldn’t wait.

  He pulled out a beat up looking box with the top missing. A frown claimed his handsome face as he studied the box. “I’m not sure how old these are.”

  His qualification caused me to arch a quizzical brow, as curiosity grew. Just how long had it been since he’d been with a woman? I knew he said he was with his last girlfriend for over a year, but how long ago had it ended? If the box was any indication it looked like it had been there for quite some time.

  “Are they even still good?” I asked. Stopping at this point would have been torture for us both.

  He chuckled. “Should be, let me just check the date on the bottom of the box.” He held the box up high and turned his head to the side to read the bottom. “They’re still good.”

  Thank goodn
ess. I actually let out a sigh of relief. Without wasting another second, he pulled a packet from inside, dropped the box on top of the dresser and ripped open the foil. I watched intently, as he rolled the lubricated latex onto his ample shaft.

  Then he slid back down the bed and once again settled himself between my legs and just like that, he picked up right where we’d left off. Using his fingers and mouth, he worked me into another frenzy, forcing me to wait several times before finally allowing me to come. This time, when I tumbled into the abyss, I did so screaming.

  Before I’d managed to come down, he’d shifted up my body. His cock brushed against my swollen folds. Instinct had me wrapping my legs around him, holding him against me.

  He leaned down and took a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and was more than a little shocked by the flavor. It actually wasn’t as unpleasant as I imagined. My mind was still processing this information when, without warning, he drove into me.

  I cried out as my insides stretched to accommodate his girth. My body recoiled with the bite of pain, but with my arms still bound I couldn’t escape.

  “Easy,” Brent soothed as he peppered kisses along my chin. “Give it a minute.”

  Unable to do anything but succumb to his command, I managed to take in a deep breath as my channel pulsed around his cock. He was so much bigger than what I was used to. For a moment I wasn’t sure if the pain would ever go away. He waited and slowly my insides stretched to accommodate him and, as they did, the pain subsided. Eventually I grew restless and when I shifted my hips, he took that as his cue and began a slow slide out then back in that had me panting within minutes.

  “Oh, sweetheart, you feel good,” Brent murmured against my throat.

  I wanted to tell him the same thing, but the words seemed stuck in my throat and escaped as nothing more than a whimper.

  He brought his mouth back to mine, plunging his tongue in slow strokes that mimicked the way his cock plunged into my channel. My hips moved in time with his motion, lifting upward to meet his thrusts. He groaned in response and slowly increased his speed until it felt as if he were pounding me into the bed. Heavy pants and the slapping of flesh on flesh filled the air.

  Then, without looking, he reached above me and unhooked my cuffs. I felt the slack and then the delicious ache in my arms as I eased them down and wrapped them around him. He surged deeper, and my lower half tightened just a little more. My hands clung to his back, my fingers digging into his flesh as his balls slapped against my ass. Faster, harder—he drove me until we reached the point of no return. With my tissues so damn swollen, I could almost feel the moment his cock began to swell and pulse. The idea of him coming inside me sent me spiraling into the most amazing orgasm. Brent’s name tumbled from my lips as he groaned against my ear and my pussy slowly milked him dry.

  My insides still fluttered with residual pleasure as Brent slowly pulled out, rolled onto his back and tugged me against him. Remaining silent, he threw his other arm over his eyes and sucked in gasping breaths. My mind raced even as I struggled to regulate my own breathing.

  He’d tied me to the bed, commanded control of my body and I’d not only complied, but enjoyed every last second of it. I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about this new information. Later I’d have to seriously sit down and analyze my reactions to what we’d done, but for now…

  “That was…” he started to say.

  “Amazing,” I finished his sentence, then turned my head to look up at him. “I had no idea sex could be that…that satisfying.”

  He’d moved his arm and was looking down at me with a wide grin on his face. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  Using my elbow, I pushed up until I was able to sit with my back against the headboard. “You should, because it was meant as one.”

  Now he turned onto his side to face me. “When was your last time?” He asked as he idly placed with my nipple.

  I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “It’s been years. And you?”

  “Well over a year. The schedule I keep doesn’t bode well for relationships and I’m not interested in hooking up with pit lizards for one night stands.”

  “Too hard to train a sub in one night, huh?”

  He stroked his hand along my belly, running it in lazy circles. “Well there is that, but I wanted someone who was willing to be with me for who I was as a person and not what I owned or represented.” He pushed up until he was parallel with me, then he curled a knuckle beneath my chin, lifting my face toward him for a gentle kiss. “Then you walked into my life and I knew I’d finally found her. What do you say, Shannon? Will you stop being my fictional girlfriend and be my real life one instead?”

  With my body and mind currently recovering from the best sex of my life, it was difficult for me to think. I guess it was better that way, because I had no choice but to listen to my heart. “Yes,” I replied and my attention caught on the condom box sitting on the dresser. Why didn’t I think of that before? As if someone flipped a switch inside my head, my mind began to churn with ideas. My brow knit and for a moment I stared at the box. That was the answer.

  “What wrong?” Brent asked. “You’re supposed to be happy about being my girlfriend.”

  “I am,” I replied without looking at him.

  “Then why the strange look?”

  “That’s it.”

  “What’s it?” Brent replied, giving me a confused expression as I shifted and reached for the condom box.

  “The condoms are the answer.”

  “What was the question?”

  “Not a question,” I rolled my eyes. “Your answer to the sponsor problem, silly.”

  His brow knit. “You want to put a picture of a condom on the hood of my car?”

  Damn he was cute when he was confused. I smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “No. We plaster their name across the hood of your car. Valrex has had a lot of bad publicity lately with that line of defective condoms earlier in the year. They could certainly use the push. I bet if we could get Calen to agree to do a few commercials endorsing their product, they’d be willing to throw some money behind your team.”

  The wrinkles in Brent’s forehead smoothed out and he smiled. “I like it. The boy’s always thinking with his dick anyway. Why not let him make some money while he’s doing it. Do you think they’d be interested?”

  “There’s only one way to find out.”

  He snatched the box from my grasp and dumped the contents into his hand. “First, I think we need to do a little more research to make sure they have a good product.”

  Satisfied just moments ago, my body began to hum with need. How in the hell he managed to pull such a reaction from me I didn’t know. My grin widened as I began to imagine what he might next have in store for me. “I like your thinking, Mr. Hague.”

  He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me on top of him until I straddled his hips. I could already feel his hard cock pressing against my sensitive bits.

  It’s funny how your entire life can change in just a short period of time. I showed up on Thursday, single, frustrated and hating this assignment. Just two days later, I was naked in bed with a sexy, powerful man who not only respected, but also seemed to adore me. Maybe I’d been wrong when I said big girls didn’t get a happily ever after in life.

  “Lesson number four.” He handed me one of the packets. “Negotiate any hard limits and desires before you get in too deep with a new master.” He arched a brow. “Ultimately, you hold the power, Shannon. What will you do?”

  I took the condom from him, tore open the foil and shifted so I was between his legs. Then I grinned up at him as I slowly rolled the latex down his hard length. “Whatever you’re heart desires, Master.”

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