Love My Way
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“No.” Ananda shook her head. “I want to stay here with Master Eagan.”
“You’ve got to get checked out. I would never forgive myself if your legs are too damaged for you to dance, let alone walk.”
Ananda put her hand to the side of his face and smiled. “None of that matters. I know what’s important.”
Eagan kissed the palm of her hand, then turned to his friend. He whispered something to him about taking Ananda in tomorrow. Sergio glanced at Ananda, shook her head and left the duo.
Eagan brought his attention back to Ananda.
“Cameras?” she asked.
“They were gone the night of the show. The only camera left was the one on you. Now he’s leaving.” Eagan smoothed his fingers over her face.
He crawled in bed and helped her under the sheets. This was where she was meant to be.
“I know you think the worst of me.” Ananda kept her back to Eagan, afraid to look him in the eyes.
“No, you’re wrong.” He attempted to turn her over, but she stopped him.
“No, let me finish. I did plan on using this show to launch my career. And I had made plans with Carter to get to the final two and embarrass you. But all of that changed the very first day of taping. I’ve loved you since the moment I stepped into this house.” She rolled onto her back and held his hand. “If I damaged my legs from kneeling so long, I don’t care. All I care about is you and making you happy.”
“You want to make me happy?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Ananda smiled. “Yes, Master Eagan.” She brought her head up from the pillows to kiss him when he stopped her.
“Oh, yeah, another thing.” He reached over her to the night stand and pulled a box from the drawer. He cracked open the box to show off the collar, the one he was going to put on her that night and didn’t when everything went down. “You can’t call me Master Eagan until you have this on.” He stared at her. “Ananda, do you want to be my submissive?”
She smiled with tears in her eyes. “I never wanted anything more.”
Eagan wrapped the adornment around her neck and surprised her by locking it with a small padlock. “Only I have the key,” he said and held it up.
She kissed him softly, but soon after Eagan pressed her against the bed and smothered her in a passionate and breathtaking kiss.
He pulled back and gazed down at her. “I can’t believe you stayed down there all of that time.”
“I can’t believe you thought I could ever leave you.” Ananda stroked her fingers down his face. “I told you that I would fight for you.”
“You did, honey. And now you get it all. The money, the car, the jewels and the show.”
Ananda shook her head. “I don’t want it. I don’t want you thinking I did all of this to get in on your show.”
“I don’t. Before I knew who you were, I called and left a message with your roommate that I wanted you for the show. You earned your spot all on your own without any help from me.”
“Give it to someone else. I’m too old.”
Eagan shook his head. “The hell with that age thing. You’re a hell of a dancer.”
“But I’m a dancer who understands her limits. I appreciate your willingness to give me another chance, but maybe your first instincts were right. I’m not the one for your show.” She put her fingers over his mouth. “All I want is you. It’s all I need.”
“What will you do? You’re not going to sit around my house and be my submissive all day.”
She stared into his green eyes and smiled. “Maybe choreograph.”
He nodded. “I think we can work something out. You’re easy to please, if that’s all you need.” Eagan went in to kiss her again, when she stopped him.
“Well, not all I need.”
He blinked.
“I miss Foster.”
When he furrowed his eyebrows Ananda clarified. “Sunny. You’re Eagan Morton. Can’t you have something for the runner up?”
He smiled. “I’ll think about it. For now, I’ll see if I can handle you.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “You want something to eat?”
“Believe it or not, I’m not really hungry now.”
“You will be. I’ll leave some fruit and veggies in the room for you in case you get hungry. I’m sure right now you want to get some sleep.”
“I do.”
He held her so tight she thought she would become a part of him. That’s what she felt like now, a needed part of Eagan.
“How do you feel? Are you in pain?”
Ananda cut him off. “I’m fine. I’m better than fine.”
To prove it, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Their tongues touched each other, but Ananda wanted more. She sucked it in her mouth.
After breaking from the kiss, she said, “Make love to me.”
He stroked her face. “Are you sure?”
Ananda nodded. “Just no doggy style position, though. At least, not right now.”
Eagan laughed. “I can oblige.”
His fingertips coasted down her body, over her breasts, and down between her legs. Everywhere he touched on her body awakened new senses that had been lying dormant for the last three days. He slipped his finger in between her puffy nether lips.
“You’re already so wet.”
She nodded. “You trigger responses in my body that no one else has been able to do.”
“Let me see about that.”
Eagan made love to her entire body. He kissed her forehead and eyelids. His mouth coasted over to one ear. Ever so slowly, he dragged his tongue over the shell of one ear, making Ananda suck her breath in and hold onto his broad shoulders. He repeated this languid treatment to her other ear. When she tried to do more for him, he stopped her.
“I’m taking care of you this time. Enjoy it.”
He kissed down her body to her breasts. Turning his head to and fro, he brushed his lips against her nipples. When he gazed up, Ananda took the opportunity to express her feelings.
“I love you.”
He smiled then continued down her body. When he licked her stomach, he left a cool trail over her heated flesh. Goose bumps erupted over her body. Like the great tease that made him Eagan Morton, he skipped her vagina and kissed down her legs.
His large hands massaged her inner thighs and moved down to her calves. The ache that had captured her body over the last three days melted under his touch. From the very beginning, he knew how to play her body. A touch here, a kiss there. He stirred emotions in her that she didn’t know existed.
By the time Eagan crawled over her body, Ananda was more than ready for him. Eagan settled between her legs. Holding the base of his shaft, he slid the tip of it up and down her pussy. She heard her juices as he continued to tease her. Unlike in previous times, where sex with them had always been fast and furious, he slipped his thick head inside of her and held it there.
Ananda gripped his shoulders. As much as she wanted to wrap her legs around him, the best her sore legs could muster was to rest on top of his calves.
Being the intuitive lover that he was, Eagan moved in and out of her slowly. The connection was more powerful than anything Ananda had ever felt. More than her love for the church, more than her desire to dance, more than anything.
Eagan curved his hips, hitting a crucial spot inside of Ananda. She fisted his hair in response. As much as she wanted this session to last, she couldn’t deny that fire burning in her pussy.
“Master Eagan, may I come?”
“I don’t know,” he said, without breaking his rhythm. “I will let you, if you promise me one thing.”
Ananda felt her cunt walls tightening around his shaft. He had better make this deal quick. She couldn’t hold out for much longer.
“What is it, sir?”
“Promise me that when you’re one-hundred percent, we can go back to doing it rough.”
She beamed. “As you wish.”
“Come, baby!”
Ananda arched her back and screamed. Sex with Eagan Morton had always been intense. Now that he loved her, sex was off the charts.
“I love you, Ananda. I love you.” He kissed the side of her face.
“I love you, too,” she paused before addressing him, “Master Eagan.”
And now she had her man. He pushed her body to the limits. And she loved it.
About the Author
Don’t let the 1940’s-sounding name fool you! Though she may sound sweet, award-winning and best-selling erotica author, Bridget Midway writes what everyone else fantasizes about. An avid writer for all things fun, unusual and passionate, she enjoys making her readers laugh as much as she likes seeing them fan themselves down after reading a hot, sexy scene. She writes long contemporary romance, single-title romance, some light paranormal romances, science fiction, historical and erotica, all with multi-racial characters and/or with interracial romances (because when you have a box of chocolates, you have to taste each one and enjoy the differences).
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