“And you would like it too, little sub, wouldn’t you?”
Another wash of red across her face. Her pulse picked back up. She was unable to meet his eyes as she nodded.
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“But you aren’t ready for that tonight, sweetie, and the time for your beginner class ends about now. I don’t think you want to have a dungeon monitor find you with your legs over my shoulders and me deep inside you.” The thought made him harden.
“Right?”
Her spine straightened. She shook her head. “I think I’d better go now.”
He stroked her breasts, watched the nipples move from after-climax softness to hard points again. He hadn’t had enough time with those breasts; they weren’t nearly pink enough. But hell, it really was time to stop.
With a sigh, he grabbed her bra and helped her into it, covering the dual temptations. He buttoned her dress, nudging her hands out of the way when she tried to help. “I enjoy dressing you,” he murmured and grinned. “Of course, I enjoyed undressing you more.”
Having her entirely naked would be even better. An image of her in bed, arms chained over her head, squirming under his mouth, his fingers, his cock, made him harden even further, as if he hadn’t already been in pain since the moment his fingers touched her damp panties.
But a beginner deserved a gentle first experience, just enough to learn what being restrained felt like, but not enough to scare her.
With one hand along her jaw, he held her for his kiss, his grip tight enough she could feel his strength and her helplessness. Reminding her of what domination meant.
When he released her, that succulent little body trembled.
“Now, you have an idea of what submission means,” he whispered. Was there anything headier than a woman quivering in his arms? Knowing he could take her in any way he wanted. Knowing he could make her come, over and over, by his touch.
And knowing his words alone could send her into total confusion. “Did you like being restrained, Kari?”
She wanted to shout at him. The man knew full well how embarrassed talking about sex made her, and he asked her that deliberately. Shoot, every time he held her in place, her insides went all soft and liquid, and he knew that too. Annoyance flared inside her.
“Kari. I asked you a question.” His voice had that edge of command. Deeper, harder.
“Yes, dammit.” He’d made her swear. She glared at him. And what kind of slutty woman was she to like being cuffed and ordered around and… Her body remembered the overwhelming feel of his fingers moving in her, on her, and she clenched inside. She wasn’t going to get into a discussion about this. Absolutely not. “I liked it. Okay?”
One eyebrow raised, and his lips flattened into a hard line. He tilted her suddenly, back against his left arm, pinning her right side up against his chest. He secured her left Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel
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wrist with one hand. As his arm tightened around her, his right hand slid under her skirt, between her legs, and he pushed a finger right into her.
She gasped, struggled. “What are you—”
“Be silent.” He set his thumb on her still-sensitive clit, pressing firmly.
She gasped against the shock of awakening need.
“Now, I can keep you here, just like this, finger-fucking you until you’re screaming for release, until the entire club can hear you.”
His graphic words widened her eyes with horror.
“Or you can apologize and remember how a sub addresses a Dom in this club.”
His finger started moving in and out, his thumb making circles on her clit, and she realized he could easily make her lose control. She pulled at her hand and got nowhere; his grip was tighter than the cuffs, and the feeling of helplessness sent arousal soaring within her.
His finger moved within her, slow and sure, then fast and hard, circles and strokes. She burned, her hips rising into his hand. He stopped suddenly, leaving her throbbing, his dark
Another wash of red across her face. Her pulse picked back up. She was unable to meet his eyes as she nodded.
36 Cherise Sinclair
“But you aren’t ready for that tonight, sweetie, and the time for your beginner class ends about now. I don’t think you want to have a dungeon monitor find you with your legs over my shoulders and me deep inside you.” The thought made him harden.
“Right?”
Her spine straightened. She shook her head. “I think I’d better go now.”
He stroked her breasts, watched the nipples move from after-climax softness to hard points again. He hadn’t had enough time with those breasts; they weren’t nearly pink enough. But hell, it really was time to stop.
With a sigh, he grabbed her bra and helped her into it, covering the dual temptations. He buttoned her dress, nudging her hands out of the way when she tried to help. “I enjoy dressing you,” he murmured and grinned. “Of course, I enjoyed undressing you more.”
Having her entirely naked would be even better. An image of her in bed, arms chained over her head, squirming under his mouth, his fingers, his cock, made him harden even further, as if he hadn’t already been in pain since the moment his fingers touched her damp panties.
But a beginner deserved a gentle first experience, just enough to learn what being restrained felt like, but not enough to scare her.
With one hand along her jaw, he held her for his kiss, his grip tight enough she could feel his strength and her helplessness. Reminding her of what domination meant.
When he released her, that succulent little body trembled.
“Now, you have an idea of what submission means,” he whispered. Was there anything headier than a woman quivering in his arms? Knowing he could take her in any way he wanted. Knowing he could make her come, over and over, by his touch.
And knowing his words alone could send her into total confusion. “Did you like being restrained, Kari?”
She wanted to shout at him. The man knew full well how embarrassed talking about sex made her, and he asked her that deliberately. Shoot, every time he held her in place, her insides went all soft and liquid, and he knew that too. Annoyance flared inside her.
“Kari. I asked you a question.” His voice had that edge of command. Deeper, harder.
“Yes, dammit.” He’d made her swear. She glared at him. And what kind of slutty woman was she to like being cuffed and ordered around and… Her body remembered the overwhelming feel of his fingers moving in her, on her, and she clenched inside. She wasn’t going to get into a discussion about this. Absolutely not. “I liked it. Okay?”
One eyebrow raised, and his lips flattened into a hard line. He tilted her suddenly, back against his left arm, pinning her right side up against his chest. He secured her left Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel
37
wrist with one hand. As his arm tightened around her, his right hand slid under her skirt, between her legs, and he pushed a finger right into her.
She gasped, struggled. “What are you—”
“Be silent.” He set his thumb on her still-sensitive clit, pressing firmly.
She gasped against the shock of awakening need.
“Now, I can keep you here, just like this, finger-fucking you until you’re screaming for release, until the entire club can hear you.”
His graphic words widened her eyes with horror.
“Or you can apologize and remember how a sub addresses a Dom in this club.”
His finger started moving in and out, his thumb making circles on her clit, and she realized he could easily make her lose control. She pulled at her hand and got nowhere; his grip was tighter than the cuffs, and the feeling of helplessness sent arousal soaring within her.
His finger moved within her, slow and sure, then fast and hard, circles and strokes. She burned, her hips rising into his hand. He stopped suddenly, leaving her throbbing, his dark
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