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  “On three! Go on three!”

  “Okay. One. Two. Three.”

  Once we got the thing moving, it was easy. Before I knew it, we were speeding right along—way too fast. “Lucian!”

  “How much further?”

  “Oh God, close.”

  “Don’t stop.”

  I focused on keeping up and we sailed over the finish line. “Done!”

  Several men intercepted the runaway spool contraption and sent us sailing over their heads to land painfully on the floor.

  “Fuck!” Lucian groaned.

  I was pretty sure I’d torn muscles. My body was on fire. “Aftercare,” I moaned on him. “I need aftercare.”

  Chapter Six

  “Well that was fun.” Tara stood obediently still as I stripped her filthy clothes off after taking my quick shower.

  “Fun? That’s a cute descriptor for that torture.”

  “Lucian, I lost. You’re supposed to punish me, not pamper me.” Her words were wimpy sounding and tired.

  “I’m not doing this for you, if that helps.”

  “You lie.”

  I smiled and guided her into the tub of hot water.

  “How bad do you think we did?” She made orgasmic noises and shudders as she sank into the water. “Jesus, yes.” Her eyes fell closed.

  “Have no clue.” Nor did I care at that point. I just needed to perform aftercare ever since she’d whimpered those words to me.

  “I guess… I should have let you Dom in the event.”

  I took the sponge and carefully wet her hair. “You think?”

  “Next time, I’ll use common sense.” She angled her head against the back of the tub.

  “You possess that?”

  “Very funny. I was still mad.” She sank lower. “Mmm, feels soooo good.”

  My cock jumped in response to the sounds she made. “Mad? What for, love?”

  She let out an evil sounding laugh but it was an unmistakable imitation of Danielle.

  I chuckled. “Love… you’re so jealous.”

  “No, I just don’t like her. Look at her. She’s a sophisticated tramp, and all the men are gaga over her.”

  “I’m not.” I lifted her leg out of the water and slid my fingers along the wet silk.

  “Please, I saw you ogling her.”

  I chuckled and shook my head. “No. You didn’t.”

  “Not that I care. Look at whoever you want, I don’t own you.”

  I slid my gaze along her legs and up her body. “You could.” My heart hammered at the words I’d just allowed free and what I’d meant by them. I’d practically handed my life to her and found myself holding my breath to see what she’d do with it.

  “I could? Could own you? Why would I want to own somebody? That’s ridiculous.”

  Okay. “Why is it ridiculous?”

  She opened her eyes with crimped her brow. “To own somebody? Hello, twenty-first century?”

  “I don’t mean that kind of owning.”

  “Oh, the poetic kind? Owning hearts and souls?” She gave a snort. “How cute. And you laugh that I believe in Santa Claus.”

  “I never laughed. And you said you didn’t.”

  “I don’t believe in the Santa Claus, but in what he represents, yes.”

  “Making kids happy?” She glided her hands in the water and my gaze rested hungrily between her legs.

  “Just the making people happy part. Not just kids.”

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  She sighed like she knew what was coming. “Which one? The small spaces one? Cause not even I know why. I just know I have panic attacks in them. Figure when my brain thinks I’m ready for those details, it’ll release them. Until then, I respect its judgment to keep me on a strictly need to know basis and avoid being in small spaces when I can.”

  That really wasn’t the one I was curious about at the moment. As much. “What about…your parents?”

  She pffed like it was the least important. “Like I said, I don’t remember them. It’s more like a missing puzzle piece in my life really. You ever work a puzzle and there’s this one piece missing? Ugly little gaping hole? Yeah, like that.”

  I slid my hand along her calf and explored her muscles, dominance humming along my nerve endings, begging to fill my fingers and mind until logic lost and hunger took what it had to have. Her. And all her hidden secrets.

  “You’re not being a very good Dom, I hope you realize.”

  I closed my eyes, focusing on just feeling. “Do you even know what that is?” Did anybody?

  She didn’t answer as I continued to explore the muscles on her upper thigh, making my way to the soft inner muscle. “I’m sorry.”

  I opened my eyes at hearing the truth in those words but not getting what they were for. “Why, love?”

  She turned her face to the side. “Costing us a million dollars? Likely?”

  “Yes. You should be spanked.” I watched her face carefully, watched her struggle with herself.

  “I should.”

  At hearing the sincerity in her tone, my cock grew impossibly hard. But it was the desire it’d picked up that had done it. Fuck. Fuck yes.

  “Wash yourself. While I watch.”

  My heart hammered my chest at seeing her ready. Ready to obey. She did as I told her. She even did it sensually. Slowly. Fuck.

  I stood next to the tub and put a foot on the edge and stroked my cock. When her gaze locked on what I was doing, I gave a groan and cupped my balls with my other hand. I loved her watching. Her fingers slid up her tight stomach then over her breasts. Her hard nipples bowed beneath the slow pass of each finger.

  I let her torment me for five minutes more before moving along. “Rinse.”

  She did it quickly and it fucking had my body tense with that reckless dominance. “You’re going to suck my cock. While I spank you.”

  Her lips parted with a gasp and she stood in the tub. Dear God. She was waiting for her order. The behavior was as odd as it was arousing coming from her and I suddenly had to explore it to the extreme.

  I snatched the fluffy white towel from the bar and went behind her. “Go to the bed.” I kissed her cheek while wrapping the towel around her. It took everything I had not to pull her against my body and wrap my arms around her. Instead I let her do as I said.

  I followed her and laid down on the bed while she stood next to it in her towel, eyes cast down. “Drop the towel.”

  Her unusual immediate compliance made my cock jump hard. I held my hand out to her and she came to me. I guided her onto the bed so that her face was at my cock, her knees straddling my chest. Ass… pussy… clit… all right in my face.

  She began sucking me and I spanked her ass hard. “Not yet.”

  She gasped and stopped while I soothed the red hand print with my fingers and lips. “Take hold of my cock in both hands.”

  She did and I spanked her again. “I didn’t say stroke it, love.”

  Again she gasped. “Sorry.”

  I clenched my eyes tight at the hot whisper on my cock while stroking the red skin. I slid my finger along her open slit, loving her in this position. She held on to the base of my cock with both hands, her breath coming faster on the head as I teased the silk. “Kiss the head, love. You can use your tongue.”

  She obeyed with perfection, kissing and licking with sweet hunger. I stroked my wet finger over her tight ass and spanked her with my other hand.

  Again she cried out with my cock in her mouth, but the hungry sounds said she liked it. Liked being punished that way. Good, fucking God. I slid my middle finger into her scorching silk and gave her two spanks, rubbing the red skin while stroking her hot core. “Baby, you’re fucking drenched. Suck my cock deep. All the way.” I added a firm spanking with the command and licked her ass. Her frantic moans vibrated into my cock and I bucked my hips, hitting the back of her throat.

  “You were so bad today, love.” I gave her another hard spank then scratched along her sp
ine before rubbing the hot skin. I pulled back a little to watch. “Your pussy is so tight on my finger. I know you want my cock in it.”

  Frantic moans that sounded a lot like begging drove heat into my balls. I opened my legs wider, rolling my hips, wanting to buck them. “I’m going to make you suck my cock until I come, love.” I spanked her hard again then slid two fingers deep inside, while flicking my tongue on her clit. “You’re pussy is trembling. No coming for you yet.” I spanked her again and pulled my fingers out when her orgasm drew too near. “Keep sucking me. Fuck, yes.” I sucked her juices off my fingers and spanked her again, then leaned to flick my tongue over her tight ass. “Stroke my balls baby. God, yes, fuck you’re sucking me so good.” I pushed my tongue in her ass several times. “You want me to come in your mouth? Are you ready?”

  She raked my balls with her nails and gave her frantic consent, her firm suction drawing my orgasm steadily forward. I shoved two fingers inside her again, pressing deep then removed them when her cries peaked. I tickled her clit until she shuddered hard then reached and moved her hand to that spot behind my balls. I stroked her fingers over it. “Fucking there love. Yes.”

  She didn’t have to be shown twice, she tended to it with a decadent perfection.

  “That’s it. Fuck yes. Suck me, fucking suck it baby.” I reached and wrapped my fingers in her hair and the cries she gave undid me, sent me into a hip thrusting frenzy. “God, Tara! Fuck! Yes!” I clenched my eyes as the pleasure locked on to my body and the waves pulsed through me like hot licking flames. She took me with an insane hunger to have every drop of me, her nails digging into the muscles at the top of my inner thighs.

  Tara was suddenly kissing me, my essence all over her mouth. I grabbed her shoulders and stopped her, hardest thing ever. “I’m the Dom. Lay the fuck down. On your stomach.”

  The words trembled out with need and she hurried to obey.

  “Hold on love. I’m going to fuck you so hard. And so fast.”

  She grabbed hold of the handles on the head board, opened her legs and raised her ass in answer.

  I spanked her ass then shoved it down to the bed. I opened her legs and laid on her, sliding my cock between her tight ass cheeks. “Tell me how bad you want this.” I threaded my fingers in her hair and clenched my fist. Her body locked up with a gasp and I turned her face to me. “Don’t fear me, don’t ever fear me. I’m not your fucking enemy.” I placed tender kisses on her temple then sucked along her cheek, her frantic hot moans hitting my lips. “I’m not your enemy, baby,” I whispered, kissing at the edge of her mouth. “I protect you. Adore you. I fucking love you.”

  She cried out and lifted her ass beneath me.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “You like that. I know you do, love.” I pressed my cock at her entrance and remained poised for thrust. “Tell me you fucking know it. Tell me you like it.”

  “I love it.”

  I pulled her head back and drove my cock in deep, pressing my mouth next to hers, devouring her cries.

  ****

  I fought to not panic under Lucian’s brave hair pulling. No, holding. He was just holding. Firmly. You’re safe with me. I adore you. I fucking love you.

  My heart pounded furiously at those terrifying words. Love. He still believed that? But what kind of love? Hot sex love? I loved him too, in that case. Did I ever. The things he was doing were… un-thought of. By me, anyway. It was like one of those amazing ideas that made you wonder how you didn’t think it yourself.

  I cried out when his other hand found my clit and he rubbed it so perfectly while he moved his cock deep inside in slow erotic rolls. God, the feel of his hard body pressing into me, him rolling his hips, grinding his pelvis against my butt while kissing and saying those amazing hot things. He made me into a different woman. Unashamed and undone. Just way un-done!

  “You have to learn to trust me, love. Not just in passion.” His hot words added to the combined dizziness of his exquisite pressure on my clit, the overwhelming sensation of his cock hitting that amazing spot inside me that I hadn’t known existed outside of erotic fantasy rumor. I wanted to devour him. I wanted to return the favor. Devastate his beautiful body with pleasure. That’s what I wanted. And the need filled my muscles with strength and I moved beneath him, fighting to work him in and out of me.

  “God, fuck baby.” He rendered me helpless with several rounds of cock-pounding into me. The hot breath of his feral grunts, his breathtaking dominance reduced me to high pitched whimpers and moans. The feel of his power, harnessed with impeccable restraint made me want to test it. Need to. I wanted to feel the extent of this potential. I wanted him to show me, to demonstrate the thing he professed with such passion. That I was safe with him.

  My survival instincts reared with a vengeance and screamed prove it. Fucking prove it! Prove him wrong, prove him right, it didn’t matter, just prove it.

  But it did matter. I wanted him to be right as much as I wanted him to be wrong. If I was right, wow, I’d died and gone to heaven, if I was wrong… I didn’t want to think of the death that would be. Which made the risk unthinkably foolish to take.

  “Say it baby, say you want this.”

  My cries were incessant now, he’d quickened his pace. “I want this. God, I want this!” There was no hiding the truth when he had me pinned with pleasure this way. I’d do anything, say anything he wanted and even mean it. I did mean it, I did want it. Every bit of it. “Lucian!”

  “Oh God.” The words were hot and harsh in my ear. “Come for me. All over me.” He wiggled his finger rapidly over my clit and in seconds my orgasm erupted. I screamed with it and Lucian came undone, hammering my core with a reckless power, his strained groans blasting right in my mouth. I could only hang on for dear life as he dominated my body and soul with a mind blowing passion. And then wait for the inevitable to slither back in and cripple me. Fear and doubt. My faithful best friends.

  Chapter Seven

  I dreaded the aftermath with Tara. I decided falling asleep with her in my arms, before her inner alarms went off and stole her from me, was all I had. And it was easy after the long day, easy after she’d let me have her the way I so desperately needed her. Open and all mine.

  I jolted awake at the sound of an alarm. A real alarm. Was I dreaming? No, it was real. Fire? The thought dragged me upright, reaching for Tara.

  The alarm repeated, then a digital female voice filled the room. “You have two minutes to bring your Dom to orgasm. This is worth five hundred points. Time begins now.”

  Fuck, no way. I needed to shower!

  But Tara was between my legs already, shoving them open wide. She sat and scooted herself as close as she could to my body, stroking my cock, her hands all over my balls and that sweet spot just beyond.

  “Let me make you feel good, please.” I got up on my elbows and spread wide for her, my mouth dropping open in awe when she slid the head over her nipples.

  “Fuck, baby.” I thrust my hips when she swirled her middle finger all over the head, wetting it with my pre-cum. I let out a gasp when that same finger lowered and pressed against my ass. “Oh fuck.”

  “Yes.” She bit her lower lip and worked her finger slowly inside me. I groaned hard and let my head fall back. “I know baby, it feels good.”

  “Fuck yes,” I whispered in desperate awe. That was a first for me. “I want to do this while I’m riding you.”

  The idea brought a monster orgasm raging forward and I growled with it.

  “Oh you want that?” She made sexy hissing sounds and licked her lips. “I think I’ll tie you up baby. Fuck you real good until you can’t stand it. Fuck your ass with my finger. Is that what you want?”

  I roared out my answer with one of the hardest orgasms I’d ever had. The idea of her tying me up and making me do anything sent my dominance into a fucking frenzy. The challenge stole my breath and mind. I fucking had to taste that.

  “Wow,” she whispered, crawling back to her spot next to me. “You did good.”


  I took her back in my arms, hating the nonchalance edging her words. “Thanks to you.”

  “Yeah, I’m getting kinda good at all this kink.”

  I slid my mouth over her hair. “Yeah. You are.” Sadness struck me hard and I draped my leg over her, pulling her close. I didn’t like that she acted like it was all part of the game. I didn’t want it to be a game. Fuck. I wanted it to be real. A desperate void opened within me, threatening to devour, to pull me in, if I couldn’t have the real Tara. I didn’t sleep for a long time. Just lay there and tried to fucking will her to be all mine. If she couldn’t give me that… No. She had to. I’d just have to fucking find a way.

  ****

  “This is the last day Lucian, come on, get up!” Tara threw a pillow at me.

  I held my hand out to her. “Come back to bed, love. Five minutes.” I needed to fuck her first thing, goddammit.

  “No! I made breakfast and everything like a good sub. We have points to make and a meeting at nine.” She clapped like a school teacher and I put the pillow over my face, dreading the “professional Tara” I had to face in the daylight. She fucking sucked.

  I threw the covers off and got up and went to the shower. In the steam, I smelled her on me and ached so fucking hard for her. I’d have to win the right to have her. Again. Fucking ridiculous. And what exactly would that challenge be? Hopefully nothing too crazy. But the required attire was a lot like what we’d been given for the obstacle course. Which meant likely physical. That was fine by me, compared to some of things it could be. Again. Hinged on trust. Ought to be interesting.

  I finally shut the shower off, my raging hard-on even more desperate, needing to be buried in her sweet body. I groaned and dried off and dressed. It was difficult to summon anything like enthusiasm when I wanted, needed, only one thing. Fuck.

  Enticing smells dragged me to the kitchen, almost against my will. Astonishment froze me in the door. “Wow. What did I do to deserve all this?” She’d made pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, fresh squeezed OJ.

  Tara came to meet me, pressing a mug of coffee into my hand and a quick kiss to my mouth. I let her guide me to the table while my mind struggled to catch up. I sat and she put a plate before me and sat across from me with her own plate.