The way Lee gazed at him that instant made him fervently wish they were alone. He had to settle for a quick brush of his lips over hers. He held that gaze as he responded to Catherine. “I'm as serious as a heart attack."
"At your age, you'll probably have one if you keep that kind of heat going,” Catherine elbowed him.
"He's not old,” Lee protested. “I know young men who can't—"
David covered her mouth with his hand, and his lips twitched. “Don't give away my secrets, honey.” A laugh exploded from his lips when her tongue flicked out and licked his palm. He dropped his hand, and they both laughed. He glanced up and found his friends staring at him. “What?"
Catherine cleared her throat. “I don't think any of us have ever seen you quite like this."
"That's because this is the first time I've ever lost at Charades. I think we need a rematch.” He dipped down and pressed his lips to Lee's.
When he lifted his head, their gazes clashed for a moment. His stomach flipped over, and he blinked. He'd always been protective, even possessive of his submissives when he had one. But affectionate?
The smile faded from her face and her eyes softened as he stroked her cheek with his thumb. She leaned close to his ear. “Thank you,” she whispered.
One side of his mouth lifted, and he whispered back. “For what?"
"For giving me a chance, for giving me thirty days."
He met her gaze. “I can honestly say it's been my pleasure."
"That's enough, you two.” Tessa shook her finger at Lee. “Don't you know he's the enemy? Come on. Let's beat them again."
Lee grinned and plopped down next to Tessa and Catherine. “Your turn, boys."
Two hours later, David closed the door as the other couples left for the night. He glanced at the clock and blinked. It was midnight? When was the last time he'd stayed up this late for something other than sex? A long time.
He looked at Lee. She reclined on one of his couches, a smug expression her face. He collapsed in his chair. “Don't get too comfortable. We'll kick your ass next time."
She waved her hand. “I'm going to enjoy my victory. After a week of being under your thumb, it was nice to come out on top."
His gaze swept over her curves, and he raised an eyebrow. “Anytime you want to be on top, just let me know."
She laughed, and the sound traveled straight to his gut. He wanted to hear her laugh more. He wanted to know all about her, everything. But it was too soon to press for information.
He didn't miss the irony that they played such serious games of a sexual and deeply spiritual nature while he knew so little about her. If they'd met like normal people, he'd know about where she came from, what kind of flowers she liked, who hurt her in the past. Instead, he knew nipple clamps frightened her, her shoulder had been broken, and she had brutal scars on her back. He'd also learned how her eyes turned a golden color when she was turned on, that her pussy tasted sweet, and she loved to be spanked.
"You know what time it is, don't you?” She sat up and perched on the edge of the couch.
He glanced at the clock on the wall, wondering what she was getting at. “It's quarter after midnight. Why?"
His heart almost jumped out of his chest when she stood and yanked off her shirt. Her lace bra came next, the cool air stiffening her nipples drawing his gaze to their dark peaks. Then, she turned her back and slid her jeans slowly down over her hips, her ass displayed for him. She kicked away her shoes, her pants, her underwear and knelt in front of his chair. “May I speak?"
The rules were back in place. His gaze narrowed on the top of her head. “You may."
"I would like to..."
His cock twitched when her tongue darted out to lick her lips. He sat up straight in his chair and cupped her face. When he tipped her head to meet her gaze, he discovered desire, need, and best of all, submission. “Tell me what you would like, Lee."
Her body trembled. “I would like to suck your cock in my mouth. It's after midnight. It's the seventh day.” Her lashes drifted down to cover her eyes.
His fingers shook when he buried them in her hair and leaned toward her to press his lips to hers. She moaned as his tongue slid inside her mouth, and his dick jumped. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and spoke, surprised he could talk at all. “Are you sure you're ready?"
"Please,” she whispered. That word, spoken low and soft, almost broke him. The only reason she wasn't flat on her back with his dick buried inside her was his iron control. Well, that and he desperately needed to give her what she wanted.
"No hands. Only your mouth.” He rose and yanked his pants open. He lifted his hips and shoved them down to his ankles, but he left his boxer briefs on.
Lee clasped her hands behind her back, her nipples already hard and a beautiful flush dusting her neck and chest. Her breath heated his cock through the cotton of his underwear. When she realized he wasn't going to remove the rest of his clothes, she scooted forward on her knees to grasp the waistband with her teeth. The slide of the material, the hot blast of her breath on his skin, and the brush of her hair on his crotch sent fire along his nerves. When his underwear reached his ankles, he stepped out of them and his pants.
His cock strained toward her, a mind of its own, demanding attention. Like his fantasies in the shower, her mouth was hot and tight when she took in his dick slowly, one inch at a time. He watched the way his cock disappeared between her sweet lips and slid deep down her throat. His balls tightened, and he gritted his teeth against a gathering orgasm. She hummed her approval, and he clenched his fists against the rush of pleasure the sound created.
Tenuously, he held on, his release boiling closer and closer. Her tongue twisted around his length and delved into the small fissure at the tip of his cock. When her teeth dragged lightly along his cock, he groaned. She sucked him deeper, harder, faster, and his hips thrust toward her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair and pressed her closer.
When he couldn't take anymore, he gripped her hair and yanked back. She made a small sound of protest but immediately lowered her head and waited.
"Dungeon. Now.” His voice sounded hoarse to his own ears.
She scrambled to her feet and raced for the stairs to the dungeon. Tearing his shirt off, he followed her, almost frantic to possess her, to join with her in the most intimate way.
Though she was fast, he was faster and reached the bottom step at the same time she did. He gripped her arm and led her to one of the benches in the corner. His hand itched to connect with her ass. The quickest way to send her into subspace was to spank her. He made her bend over, the side of her face on the bench and her hands stretched out in front of her. Her ass high in the air, her knees on the floor, she was the picture of beautiful submission.
His fingers sought her pussy, and he rubbed her clit with his thumb. She shuddered and cream bathed his hand. When his fingers danced over her erect nub then thrust inside her hot tunnel, she mewled. To his delight, she remained still as he'd taught her.
One hand continued pleasuring her while his other connected with the firm flesh of her ass. The smack echoed in the chamber along with her moan. Towering over her, he had a perfect view of her face, the swell of her breasts, and the arch of her back. His fingers quickened, plunging inside her, and the muscles of her thighs tensed. Her face tightened, and he knew she was close, so close. He struck her ass again and again and again. He developed a rhythm with his dancing fingers and the firm strikes to her butt.
David fed off her energy, the way her body sizzled beneath his hands and glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. Her breathing slowed, but her pussy jumped and throbbed under his touch. He leaned forward to whisper near her ear, “Come for me, Lee. Come now."
The sound of her breathing stopped briefly, and her eyes flew open. The keening cry from her lips when she released made him plunge his fingers faster and slap her ass harder. She thrust back into his hands, and her head flew up, her back arched, as fresh cum dripped over his hand
and her pussy squeezed his fingers. He breathed in her scent.
Tears dotted her lashes, tempting him to kiss them away. His legs shook slightly so he removed his fingers, sat on the bench and lifted her onto his lap. Moved beyond control, he plundered her lips with his, demanding her complete surrender.
* * * *
Lee floated, drifted, barely aware of anything but David's lips on hers and the fire in her pussy. Her ass burned. Her clit ached. He held her in his lap, and his rock-hard erection pressed into the tender skin of her ass. She struggled not to squirm.
His tongue thrust inside her mouth, and she met him all the way, her surrender complete. Whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it, she'd give it to him. She belonged to him, denied him nothing.
When his fingers rolled her nipples, she moaned against his mouth. Her hands stroked his hair, his shoulders, desperate to touch every inch of him.
He shifted her to straddle him, his cock resting at the entrance to her pussy. He branded her with his touch, and fire followed in his wake. His mouth left hers and traveled downward to capture one of her nipples. The warmth of his tongue made her moan. His hands were everywhere, her back, her ass, her hips.
When he raised his head and clasped her hips, she met his gaze. His eyes were a deep, stormy blue, his face a mask of determination. The muscles of his neck corded, and he positioned her hips over his cock. “You said you liked to be on top. I'm feeling generous tonight."
The words were light and humorous, but his voice was hoarse and strained.
His cock slid inside her, and she wrapped her legs around him. God, he was so deep, so hard. Her whole body heated, and her pussy contracted around him. She took a deep breath to hold back the wave of pleasure, the impending orgasm. It didn't help that his teeth sank into her shoulder and his hands clamped her hips.
Then, he lifted his head to look at her. Neither of them moved until she leaned forward, a heartbeat away from his mouth. “May I..."
His hands flexed, and a muscle in his jaw clenched. “You may."
She pressed her lips to his, exploring his mouth, the texture, the warmth of him. He groaned and took over to twine his tongue around hers. His hips thrust upward.
He filled her completely. His hips shifted, and the tip of his cock slammed against the sensitive spot deep inside her pussy. Her breath stuttered, and David broke the kiss. “I want to see you come,” he growled, deep and low. “I want to watch you come. Do it. Do it now."
The rolling exhilaration swept through her, and she thrust her hips helplessly. His dick moved in and out, the tip touching that place within her over and over. She screamed his name, her body tight, and her pussy convulsed around him.
She shivered as the tremors slowly backed away. When her eyes opened, through a haze she noted his stare, hot and greedy, fixed on her.
Lifting her off his still-hard cock, he slid her off his lap and laid her on her back, her pussy at the end of the bench. He lifted her legs and placed them over his broad shoulders, her ankles at his ears.
Her pussy ached for him, reached for him. “Please."
"What do you want, Lee?” His harsh tone matched the hard expression on his face.
"Please fuck me, David. Please.” She begged him.
He inhaled a quick breath and plunged deep. She arched toward him, her body tightly wound, release only an order away from his lips.
His thrusts were hard, fast, and strong, with no mercy. Her head rolled back and forth. The coil of pleasure unraveled once more, and she forced it back. For him. Only for him.
He leaned over her, and his labored breath fanned her face. Sweat trickled down his right temple. “You're going to come again and again for me. I want to feel that sweet cum all over my cock."
She already was. Her release unleashed, and her scream rang high and long. His answering shout extended her pleasure. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"
Her body was out of control, and she thrashed beneath him. Only his hold kept her tethered. Only his steady presence kept her from flying off the planet.
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Chapter Six
Monday was torture.
After spending Sunday making love to Lee in every possible way he could think of, David had considered blowing off work to stay home and do it again. Instead, he and Lee had gone to work just like any other Monday.
Anticipation was unbearable but also a heady turn on. His cock was straining, begging for the one pussy that could relieve his ache. He'd been so impatient that he'd left work a little early.
The clock read five o'clock. Where was she?
At five-thirty, he called her cell phone, which went straight to voice mail.
At six, he paced the living room and fought the rising dread in his gut.
The truth was there if he wanted to see it. Fear had won, and she'd bolted. It wasn't the first time someone he'd started training didn't finish. It wasn't the first time a sexual liaison had been broken. Why this time cut beyond the norm, he didn't want to think about.
Always, his contracts were binding only as long as both parties were willing. If she wanted out, all she had to do was not show up. Like she wasn't now.
His fists clenched. When had it happened? When had he fallen for her?
What a fucking joke. The Master Dom, with every woman kneeling at his feet, had just been dumped. His stomach churned, and his chest tightened. It just couldn't be. Had he been that wrong? He could have sworn she'd been willing, eager.
Was it possible that he'd gotten too close, crowded her too much, and she'd run from the danger of having to commit? His mind raced, his confidence shaken. Deadly for a dom.
Nothing had seemed wrong last night when they'd ended the day the way they'd begun it. Fucking. She'd seemed ... happy.
Her rapport with Tessa and Catherine appeared genuine. Her connection to him felt strong and healthy. She'd been light, carefree, laughing. He'd been so proud of her, so warm. So in love.
He closed his eyes. Pathetic. He'd fallen in love with her. She probably picked up on it and bolted.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The phone rang, and David started. He jerked the phone to his ear. “Hello?"
"David?” It was her voice but faint and scared.
All the anger and frustration bled away. “Is there something wrong, Lee? Tell me,” he demanded.
"I-yes, something is wrong.” Her voice sounded so tired, so weary. “I'm sorry. I can't honor the rest of our contract."
Her words were like a punch to his gut. “Do I get to know why?"
"No."
And that was it.
"I see.” He took a deep breath and wondered if he would survive this aching, sharp anguish. “If I can help in any way, Lee, let me know.” He said the last words knowing she'd never call him. It was over. He'd never know why or what he did wrong, but that was reality.
"David—” She choked on his name, and he waited.
And waited.
She'd hung up on him.
Pain ripped through him, tearing along his nerves and filling his brain. He braced his swaying body with a hand on the wall. Now he knew how she'd felt. She who had been beaten and abused never knowing why or what she did wrong. She who had been hurt by someone she loved. Probably still loved.
Fool. David closed his eyes. Fucking idiot.
Lost and numb, he wandered into the dining room, picked up the contract between himself and Lee. With one sharp tug, he tore it in half and the pieces scattered on the floor. His legs were heavy, but he hauled his ass up to a very lonely, cold bed.
* * * *
Somewhere between the minute Lee had set eyes on David Peters and then fucked him last night, she'd fallen in love. That wasn't part of the contract. David had agreed to train her, help her. The mess she would bring into his life wasn't his to clean up. It was hers.
Now, to top it all off, she loved him. What were the chances he would actually have feelings for her?
Darkness cast shadow
s over her living room, but it seemed appropriate to leave the lights off. Her life had no light. Why bother to pretend? She didn't cry, couldn't cry. Her stomach hurt, and her throat ached from unshed tears. To have so much but know she couldn't keep it broke her in a way Barry never had. She wasn't just numb. She felt dead.
A pounding on the door made her jump. Catherine's voice from her porch sounded through the wood. “Lee? Open up! What the hell is going on?"
Lee's feet felt like lead weights as she shuffled across the floor to open the door.
Catherine's fierce frown faded when she saw Lee's face. “Are you okay?"
Without warning, Lee burst into tears. “No. No, I'm not.” She stumbled back to the living room and collapsed in her easy chair with her head in her hands. Sobs wracked her body and pain stabbed every part of her brain.
Catherine handed her a tissue and pulled up one of Lee's wooden chairs next to her. “What in the world is going on? David called Zac and cancelled the parties until further notice."
"What?” Lifting her head, Lee stared at her through her tears. “Why?"
"You tell me.” Catherine's eyebrows rose. “I get a call from him, and he's got this cold tone I've never heard before, like he's in a lot of pain. I come over here to give you a piece of my mind, and you're in tears. You put those two things together, and I see some silly misunderstanding is going to interrupt my play session next Saturday.” She laid a warm hand on Lee's knee. “So, tell me what happened. It can't be as bad as it looks."
Without a word, Lee handed Catherine the letter. The letter that broke her wide open and made her realize what a complete fool she'd been. Whatever David had to offer, she didn't deserve it, couldn't accept it.
Dear Lee,
I finally tracked you down through your old job. Why did you leave without saying anything? I was worried about you. All your friends were. Barry is back and says that he broke it off with you and you freaked out. His story is that you threatened him and he had to defend himself with the knife and that's how you ended up in the hospital.
I don't believe it, but then you disappeared without telling anyone and we all wondered. The thing is, Barry is interested in another submissive and I'm concerned. Please come and talk to the Club Board. The police report states that you claimed he tried to kill you and that it had been going on for months. The doctors confirmed you had a broken arm and a battered face. Barry claims you asked him to do those things.
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