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The Dominant

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by Tara Sue Me

Page 48

  Author: Tara Sue Me

  I lifted both her legs and slipped under them. I licked her gently, remembering how tentative she had been the first time I did so. She was not tentative now—she lifted her h*ps to me, trying to get closer.

  “Now, right here is an important spot,” I said. “Because, this”—I ran my tongue over her again and again, in between my words—“is pure, unadulterated Abby. ”

  “Dear Lord. ”

  Just you wait, darling vixen.

  “And after I spend hours kissing your mouth”—I spread her with my fingers and her wetness coated me—“I could spend hours kissing and licking and drinking from your sweet”—my tongue dipped into her—“wet”—I licked her again—“pussy. ”

  I set my mouth on her and thrust my tongue inside. I sucked her cl*t gently and pushed my tongue deeper. She let out a small gasp and her muscles tightened around me. As her orgasm subsided, I continued to kiss and stroke her folds, wanting to keep her sensitive, knowing how it would intensify her second release.

  When her body relaxed, I slipped out from under her and set her legs on the bed.

  “Now”—I moved up her body—“let us continue. ”

  She stretched under me as my weight came to rest on her. I spread her legs with my knees and placed my c**k so it just brushed her wet entrance. I wanted a deep emotional connection this time, so I took her hands and intertwined our fingers.

  “Abby,” I said, because her eyes were closed and I wanted them open and watching mine. She opened them, and the love and wonder I saw shining back at me stole my breath.

  “This is me, Nathaniel,” I said. I pushed partly into her, wanting her to know, to feel, the truth of my words, of my actions. “And you, Abby. ” I slipped deeper inside. “Nothing else. ” No scene. No trickery. No deception. Just us.

  “Nathaniel,” she said.

  Just love.

  I kissed her long and deep, bringing our hands over her head as I pushed even farther inside her body. She groaned, and I rocked my h*ps to slip all the way inside. Then I pulled back to look into her eyes again as I starting moving within her.

  I took my time, holding her hands and her gaze as we slid together. I kept my thrusts slow and purposeful, wanting us both to feel every inch of our skin touching, wanting to draw out every minuscule pleasure possible from our joining.

  She arched and lifted herself to me, wanting more, wanting faster. My body begged for the same, but I forced myself to hold on to the control, to cherish this moment.

  “Nathaniel. Please. ”

  I obliged, moving a bit faster, giving us both a taste of what we wanted. It still wasn’t enough. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, meeting my thrust with her own. Still, I kept my pace slow and steady.

  “Damn it, Nathaniel. Fuck me. ” She bit my earlobe.

  Her words shot fire through me and I no longer wanted to be in control. I wanted to let myself feel. To let my body and my need take over. I pulled back and started a new rhythm, driving into her with faster, deeper thrusts.

  I grabbed her h*ps and jerked them upward, so I hit deeper within her.

  “Nathaniel!”

  Fuck. Yes. Shout my name.

  But as I had discovered once before—as much as she was mine, I was also hers. The feel of her—her under me, her surrounding me—proved it.

  “Oh, God, Abby!”

  She started to tense around me, and I dropped my hand to rest between us, making sure I hit her cl*t with each thrust.

  “I’m . . . I’m . . . I’m . . . ” she said.

  Let go. Give yourself to me.

  She screamed through her orgasm, but I kept my rhythm going, knowing she had more. A minute later, another spasm ran through her body and I knew I couldn’t hold my own release at bay any longer.

  I thrust again and held deep inside her as my own cl**ax ripped through me. I felt her muscles clench around me a third time as I released into her.

  I rolled us to our sides, not wanting to crush her, but not willing to let her go just yet, and kept my arms around her as our breathing slowed.

  I lifted my head, kissed her. And as I held her in my arms, I knew what I wanted. Knew I wanted her to stay with me all night. It only made sense that my first night back in my bedroom would be with her by my side. She would probably turn me down, but I still had to ask.

  Of course, even if she didn’t stay, she didn’t have to leave quite yet. I slipped out of her arms and walked to my dresser. From the top drawer, I took a handful of candles and set them out, lighting them as I went.

  When I returned to the bed, she rolled onto her back and I gathered her in my arms. We sat silently for a few minutes, simply enjoying the moment. I ran my hand across her shoulders and kissed her forehead.

  “I didn’t plan for this to happen tonight,” I said. She lifted her head and I kissed her lips softly. “Truly, I didn’t. ”

  “I’m glad it happened, though. ” She sighed and nuzzled my chest. “Very glad. ”

  Again we sat silently, and I thought about how much I wanted her body against me all night.

  Ask her.

  I swallowed. “Abby? I know you didn’t bring anything, but would you stay with me tonight?” I pulled back and met her eyes. “Here. In my bed?”

  A lone tear trickled down her face.

  “Please. ” I brushed the tear away with my thumb. “Sleep here. With me. ”

  She pulled out of my arms, and I looked at her, confused. She wasn’t going to leave, was she?

  “Yes,” she said, and kissed me. “Yes, I’ll stay. ”

  Before I could tell her how happy I was, she pushed me onto my back and straddled me. “But we have hours before it’s even remotely time to think about something as mundane as sleep. So for now”—one of her fingers traced my lips—“let me start with your mouth. ”

  I slept with her in my arms all night. Unlike the last time, I felt only contentment and peace—all was right, in both of our worlds. I didn’t even try to stay awake, but drifted off to sleep shortly after she succumbed to her own dreams.

  Of course, I woke at my usual five thirty. I stayed where I was, though, enjoying the feel of her—how her body fit against mine, how her head rested on my chest, her hair cascading around me.

  She stirred two hours later, waking and stretching lazily against me. I ran a hand down her back, and she lifted her head and smiled.

  “Good morning,” I said.

  “’Morning. ”

  “I’d go fix you breakfast or coffee, but I’m not willing to leave the bed just yet. ”

  She arched her back against my hand. “Breakfast and coffee can wait. ”

  I couldn’t agree more. “Sleep well?”

  “Mmm. Best sleep ever. ”

  I kissed her forehead. “Thank you for staying. ”

  It meant so much that she’d stayed with me all night in my bed—it was another little step confirming what we had, what we could be, confirming our future together.

  “Thanks for asking me. ”

  “Oh, no. The pleasure was all mine. ”

  She giggled. “I’m not sure it was all yours. ”

  I laughed along with her until she reached out, cradling my jaw in her hand, and kissed me.

  She pulled away and sat up. “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Anything. ”

  “The whole no-kissing rule,” she said. “Was that a rule with all subs or just me?”

  Not exactly the morning-after conversation I wanted to have. I had to be honest with her, though.

  “It was just you, Abby,” I said, stroking her hair.

  “Just me? Why?”

  Honest. You have to be honest.

  “It was a way to distance myself,” I said. “I thought if I didn’t kiss you, I wouldn’t feel as much. ” Idiot. What were you thinking? “I’d be able to remind myself I was just your
dom. ”

  She pulled back slightly. “You kissed your other subs,” she said under her breath.

  Fuck.

  “Yes,” I said. No matter what, be honest, Paul had told me.

  “But not me,” she said, eyes downward, expression a bit crestfallen.

  How could I make this right? What could I do? How could I convince her that our past was past and our future would be so different?

  “You know what this means, don’t you?” she asked, before I could decide what to say.

  “No,” I said, not sure where she was going.

  She moved up my body and whispered in my ear, “You’ve got a lot of making up to do. ”

  Okay. I could deal with this. I gave her a tentative kiss. “A lot?”

  “Mmm,” she said, and I kissed her again. “With interest. ”

  Oh, she was teasing again. I smiled. “Interest?”

  “Lots of interest,” she said in her vixen voice. “You better get started. ”

  My c**k twitched at her words. “Oh, Abby,” I said. “I always pay my debts. ”

  “Nathaniel,” she said that Sunday afternoon. We were sitting on the couch at her apartment, sharing the newspaper. I set down my section. She looked nervous.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “I was thinking. ” She didn’t say anything else, though, and I started to get worried.

  I scooted closer to her. “Is something wrong?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t want to assume anything. ” She played with a loose thread on the cushion. “It’s just . . . I was wondering. ” She looked up at me. “When will you collar me again? I mean, you will, won’t you?”

  I placed my hand on the side of her face and lightly stroked her cheekbone. “Is that what you want?”

  She nodded. “I want all of you. Every part. ”

  My thumb traced her lips. “And I want every part of you that you’ll give me. ”

  I had wanted her to bring up the collar first, to make sure it was what she wanted. Even then, I had never expected the topic to surface so soon.

  “You should know . . . ” I started, trying to find the words. “I’ve been a lover and I’ve been a dom, but I’ve never been both to the same person before. ” She had been so honest. I needed to do the same. “I don’t know how to do it. How to be both to you. I’m so afraid I’ll mess up. ” She started to say something, but I stopped her. “I will mess up, Abby. I know I will. ”

  She placed her hand over mine. “You don’t have to be an expert at everything. ”

  I looked into her beautiful eyes. “I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you—”

  “You won’t hurt me. ”

  “I’m not just talking physically. If I hurt you emotionally again—” I shook my head, unable to go on.

  “We’ll do it together. ” She looped her arms around my neck. “You and I. We’ll work it out. Together. ” Her lips brushed my ear. “I want you. As my lover and my master. We can do it. ”

  “But if—”

  “I told you once before you thought too much. It’s still true. You need to stop. We can be beautiful. ”

  Hearing her talk, I felt my confidence grow and I drew her closer. “You’re a very smart woman, Abby King. I should listen to you more often. ”

  She gave a low, sultry laugh, her lips inches from mine. “I’ll remind you of that. ”

  “You better. ”

  Her hands untucked my shirt. “Don’t worry. I will. ”

  “Before we do anything, we need to talk. ”

  “Later,” she said, unbuttoning me. “Felicia’s coming for dinner in two hours. ”

  “Tomorrow night,” I said in between kisses. “My house. Kitchen table. ”

  “Right now. My apartment. Bed. ”

  I swept her into my arms and carried her down the hall.

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