“Put your hands at your sides, baby.” He spoke so close to her ear his warm breath made her shiver.
She released his arms and dropped her hands to her waist. She had no idea why he wanted her to do that, but again, her pussy gripped at nothing. She squeezed her legs together.
“Abby.” He said that one word. Not a question. A statement.
She glanced at him. “Yes.”
“Spread your legs, baby. Step out around mine.” His lips landed on her neck, and he nibbled a path down to her shoulder as she complied.
Holy fuck. She’d never been this horny in her life.
A whoosh, followed by a slapping sound, made her jerk her gaze to the scene. She flinched with the woman on the cross as the Dom struck her with something in his hand. A flogger?
Abby cringed.
“He won’t hurt her, baby. Not permanently anyway.”
She wasn’t sure she believed him. Even if he didn’t hurt her physically, what about emotionally?
“It’s freeing. Many submissives like to be spanked or flogged. It releases pent-up anxiety.”
She couldn’t grasp that idea, either.
Zane blew a breath against her neck. “Trust me. Just watch.”
Abby did, barely blinking while the Dom performed some sort of organized ritual, swatting his submissive’s upper back, ass, and thighs until pink lines were left in a crisscross pattern all over her. Abby relaxed marginally as the scene played out. It seemed as though she were in another dimension. The woman’s moan increased as she took more and more of the flogging. She squirmed on the cross, bucking forward and backward as she endured every swish of the leather.
Suddenly the Dom dropped the flogger and stepped up to the woman. He flattened his body against hers, slowly stroked his hand down the welts across her back and ass, and then reached between her legs and fucked her hard and fast with his fingers.
Abby almost came the second the Dom shocked her with that move. She hadn’t seen it coming, but her pussy flooded instantly with the most intense need.
The submissive moaned and ground her pussy against the man’s fingers. And then she screamed her orgasm for everyone around to hear.
At the same moment, Zane swiped his thumbs across Abby’s nipples and then pinched them fast and hard on the next breath.
Abby lost it. She came right there in the hall, her eyes glued to the submissive on the cross, her body held by Zane, who cupped her breasts now and kept her from collapsing.
It was quick and not nearly fulfilling enough, but Abby was still stunned by her body. And then it got worse.
“Baby, did you just come?”
She stiffened, squirming in his grasp, mortified once again and wishing she could slip through a fissure in the universe and disappear.
Zane didn’t release her. Instead, he held her aloft with one hand under her breasts again and the other flattened on her belly. “Shit. You are going to kill me, aren’t you?”
She said nothing.
Zane set his lips on her ear and whispered again. “Single sexiest thing ever, baby. Hands down.” He kissed behind her ear and continued, “Stop squirming. Stop fighting me. Relax.”
She did as he told her, loosening her stance, but unable to keep from groaning. She was that embarrassed. Clearly Zane was not. But that didn’t change her feelings.
“I intended to show you more of the club, but after that…” He kissed her neck again. “Let’s get out of here, baby.”
She nodded. That was probably best. She was hot and shaky, and her legs weren’t going to support her frame much longer. Even though Zane did the majority of the work, she felt unsteady. And on top of everything else, she’d just had a small orgasm in a public place. And Zane knew it. Gah.
Chapter Nine
Zane didn’t say much on the drive back to Abby’s house. He was speechless. He didn’t even say good-bye to his friends, who undoubtedly got the wrong idea and assumed they’d snuck out because Abby couldn’t stomach the scene.
That was so far from the truth, and Zane gripped the steering wheel, completely unable to fathom what he was supposed to do with this new information.
Abby Burns was as submissive as they came. She didn’t know it. Or hadn’t. Hell, he hadn’t suspected it, either. But seeing her in Extreme, seeing her reactions to everything around them, including him… His cock was so stiff it threatened to explode in his jeans.
Abby sat next to him on the ride home with her hands folded in her lap. Her knees shook.
Fuck me. The woman had an orgasm in his arms without him so much as touching her pussy.
Zane’s knuckles hurt from his grip on the steering wheel by the time they arrived at her house. He rounded the last corner, jumped from the truck, and nearly jogged to Abby’s side. Seconds later he had her in his arms, lifting her to the ground and then leading her to the house.
He still hadn’t spoken, and he was probably freaking her out, but until he had her inside and had her undivided attention, he couldn’t begin to communicate what he was thinking and feeling.
He took her keys from her hand when she pulled them from her purse, and he unlocked her door. Without asking if she minded, he pushed the door open, tugged her inside, shoved the door closed, and then turned toward her.
Abby’s eyes were huge. “Zane…”
He stepped into her space, pressing her into the door. He lifted both her arms, clasped her hands above her head with one of his, and then lowered his lips to reenact the two kisses he’d already taken from her.
She didn’t disappoint, either. Abby moaned into his mouth, her body squirming against the door as she licked the seam of his lips with her sweet tongue.
Zane’s cock throbbed. He pressed into her, spreading her legs with one of his and jamming his knee between them. He needed her to stop wiggling before she made him come in his pants. He grabbed her waist with his free hand and spread his palm so he could touch as much of her as possible. It wasn’t enough. Her blouse was thin, but he needed more contact.
Without pausing, he tugged her shirt out of her skirt and wormed his hand under it to flatten again on her bare belly.
Abby moaned louder. She was noisy. She bucked her chest toward him.
Zane smiled inside. His dream woman, and she hadn’t even known she was submissive.
He was the luckiest man alive.
And he needed to pull himself together and step back before he pushed her too far. He knew better. She was aroused and couldn’t make good decisions, ones she might regret tomorrow if he didn’t back away.
It took everything he had in him, but he released her and took a giant step back.
Abby slumped against the door, teetering. Her blue eyes were glazed over and wide. Her mouth was swollen and wet and open. She lowered her hands and set them flat on the door at her sides, as though that might keep her from falling. “Zane?” Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath.
“Baby.” He ran a hand through his hair and let his gaze roam around the room, stepping back farther.
“Why did you stop?” she whispered.
Zane met her gaze again, only slightly less cloudy. He lowered his face to her chest. He could see her nipples, erect beneath her shirt that had somehow pulled tight across her chest. Her lace bra did nothing to hide them. And then he jerked his gaze back to hers. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get so carried away. You—you—” He was tongue-tied for the first time in his life.
“I what?” She looked confused, her brow furrowing while she fought to catch her breath. Her cheeks were pink. He needed to say something to erase that look of embarrassment.
He took a long stride back to her space and grabbed both her hands. “You’re amazing. And I’m not going to fuck this up by screwing you against this door just because I can’t control my cock around you.”
She smiled. “We could move to the bedroom.”
He shook his head. “Lord, woman. No, we cannot move to the bedroom. I like you a lot. Like a lot a lot. I don�
��t take advantage of women I’m that into on the first date.”
“But—”
He released one of her hands and set his finger on her lips, shaking his head. “I know. I got you super aroused and then backed off. I get that. I get that you had an orgasm at the club watching the scene. I know it wasn’t enough, and you’re aching for more. But that doesn’t give me the right to fuck you on the first date.”
She spread her lips farther as if to say something else, but he cut her off, kissing her quickly and backing away. He pulled her into the room and dropped her hand. And then he reached for the door, his back to her. “Abby, I’m gonna say something I’ve never said to a woman before.”
“What?”
“When I leave, I want you to finish yourself off.”
“What?” Her voice squeaked that time.
He heaved in a breath, his shoulders rising and falling as he gripped the doorknob. “I’m sure you have a vibrator around here somewhere. Use it. But I’m gonna tell you something else.” He paused, collected his thoughts. “This is the last time you will ever masturbate alone. My cock is going to protest the entire drive home knowing what you’re doing. I don’t like my women to touch themselves in my absence. But just this once, I’m going to let that rule slide because I know you need the release, and I also know you need time to think about what we’re doing together before you see me again.”
It took herculean effort, but Zane opened the door and walked out of the house. His hands shook as he jogged to his truck. How he would ever survive this night he had no idea.
∙•∙
Abby stared at the door for a long time, heaving for oxygen after the intense play against the wood. The snick of the front door shutting reverberated through her head as if it had been much louder than it actually was. She heard his truck start and pull away. And then she shivered in the silence of her dark living room.
He left?
His words flooded back to her. This is the last time you will ever masturbate alone…
Shit.
He wasn’t kidding, though. She needed to get her hands on her vibrator and finish herself off before she had an aneurysm. She turned on her heel and headed down the hall, her legs shaking. She should have taken her heels off before she moved, but she made it to the bedroom and leaned down to remove the straps.
My cock is going to protest the entire drive home knowing what you’re doing.
When her bare feet were finally flat on the ground, she reached for the zipper on the back of her skirt and lowered it until the material fell to the floor. She didn’t bother to pick it up. She simply stepped out and went after the buttons on her blouse.
Her fingers wouldn’t cooperate. It took several attempts to get every button through its hole. When she finally shrugged out of the silky material, she popped the clasp on her bra and dropped it too.
With one hand, she tugged her panties down, while the other shot out to reach into her bedside table.
I don’t like my women to touch themselves in my absence.
She couldn’t shake his words from her mind.
She grabbed her favorite vibrator, shoved the comforter aside, and climbed onto the bed.
Her hand shook so badly she fought with the dial for several seconds before she had the vibrator turned on. And then she leaned back, spread her legs, and moaned loudly at the first contact.
Abby wasn’t the kind of woman who had multiple orgasms. Hell, she wasn’t the kind of woman who had one very often. But she’d never been as aroused as she currently was and had been for the last few hours.
And Zane was to blame. God almighty that man was intense. Hot. Sexy. And fucking incredible. She was ruined. She pushed the vibrator deep inside her, but then pulled it out and circled her pussy with the gathered wetness. The second she let the tip land at the base of her clit, she dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her torso off the bed.
Her other hand flew to her core of its own accord. She plunged two fingers into her channel while she let the vibrator do its job. It didn’t take long. Less than a minute and she was at the peak and over the top, her clit pulsing against the rubber, a low hum filling the room. She was too far gone to scream.
And for the first time in her life, Abby left the vibrator there, kept up the pressure through the sensitivity. She needed more. Hell, she wanted more. It was never going to be enough. But it was better than nothing.
She circled her clit several times and then spread her legs farther as she rode to the top again. She scissored her fingers inside her, stroking across her G-spot.
Just this once, I’m going to let that rule slide because I know you need the release.
This time her orgasm was longer, deeper, more intense. She gasped as it took her out of this world, squeezing her eyes shut and letting her mouth hang open and her head tip back. When the pulsing finally subsided, she dropped the vibrator. It fell between her legs, making her flinch. It hummed loudly against the bed, but it took several minutes before she could recover it and turn it off.
It took several more minutes for her to gather the strength to set it aside. There was no way she would have the energy to brush her teeth. Instead, she grabbed the blankets, fumbling shakily, and curled up on her side. She fought to slow her breathing.
What the hell happened tonight? She couldn’t wrap her mind around anything.
I also know you need time to think about what we’re doing together before you see me again.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would sort out her craziness.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep before she could ponder things further.
Chapter Ten
The sun filled her entire room when Abby finally lifted one eyelid enough to peek at her surroundings. She let her eye drift closed again as she slowly rolled onto her back. And then she relaxed into the mattress.
She was naked. She never slept naked. The second she realized it, the sheets suddenly seemed to abrade against her skin. She lay very still and thought about last night.
Holy shit.
Intense.
That’s how she would describe the evening. She’d learned so much about Zane, and then she’d taken a step into his world. And his world had rocked hers to the core.
Holy shit.
Now what was she going to do? The man had her in knots last night. She’d freakin’ come undone in his arms while watching some lady get flogged.
Holy shit.
Coffee. She needed coffee. And then she might be able to think.
She needed to get some writing done today. Everything had been so confusing and hectic, she hadn’t opened her manuscript the entire week. For at least a few hours, she vowed to put thoughts of Zane’s sexy body completely out of her mind and focus.
She pulled herself from the bed, tugged a tank top over her head, grabbed a pair of clean panties, and then stepped into loose shorts. Needing caffeine, she made her way to the kitchen and started the coffee. While she stared at it, waiting for it to finish flowing, a knock sounded at the door.
Abby flinched. What the…
She glanced at the clock. It was already eleven. She was shocked. She padded toward the front door, spotted Emily, and opened the door. “Hey.”
Emily grinned at her. “Can I come in?”
“Of course.” Abby opened the door wider and stepped back.
“Did you just get up?”
Abby glanced down. She was a mess. “Uh, yeah. Not sure how I managed to sleep this late, but I did. You want coffee?” she asked as she shut the door and padded back to the kitchen. “I was just making a pot.”
“Sounds good.” Emily followed her and took a seat at the island on a stool. “How’d it go last night?”
Abby grabbed the pot and filled two mugs. She carried them both to the island and took a seat next to Emily. “Which part?” she asked as she dragged the cream and sugar toward them.
“Uh, start wherever you want?” Emily giggled. “Judging by your face, I’d say it went well.
You look…”
“Well-fucked?”
Emily went white, her mouth hanging open before she started giggling again. “Okay. Sure. That.”
Abby chuckled too. “Well, I’m not.”
“What?” Emily glanced at Abby’s hair and then back at her face.
Abby released her grip on her mug and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ears. “You would think, but not so much.”
“What happened?”
“We had dinner, which was great. We got to know each other better, also great. And then you saw us at the club.”
“And then you two disappeared, and we never saw you again.”
Abby glanced down at her coffee and then lifted it and took a sip, moaning around the warmth. “Zane is, um—”
“Yeah, I know Zane. I warned you.”
“You did. I think I might have fallen under his spell.”
Emily clapped her hands together. “For real? Awesome.”
Abby shivered. “I don’t know about that. He yanked me home and immediately left me here.” Not even going to go there and tell her all the nitty-gritty details.
“Oh my God. I was afraid something went awry since you left so early.”
“You couldn’t be more wrong.” Abby smiled.
“What did he say?”
“That I needed to think about things.”
“Uh huh. And? Have you?”
“Not yet. But there isn’t much to think about.” Abby lifted her gaze. “The guy is smokin’ hot, his body is to die for, he rescues damsels and takes them home, and he can command a woman to heel with his voice alone. What’s to consider?”
“So, you want to come with me and see him fight tonight?”
“Absolutely.” Abby smiled. She wasn’t kidding. There was nothing to think about. Whatever happened last night, she could only pray it happened again. The way the man made her insides turn to mush was not something she could say no to.
When she smiled, the stitches pulled on her forehead. They were starting to itch. She reached up and pressed on the spot. “Nothing like starting a new relationship with bruises and scabs and scars all over your face. And that doesn’t begin to factor in my poor ass. It’s still blue.”
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