saw the tender and sincere look on his face.
“This is the mystical, magical part you need to understand. It takes a lot of courage to be a sub, more than it takes to be a Dom. And the great paradox is you have all the control.”
She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. What a bunch of horseshit. She was going to kill him. He was a walking dead man. He was just too stupid to realize it.
As she jerked on the bindings again, feeling a slight tinge of panic, he made a slow, calming caress across her stomach, and said, “Look at me.”
It was more of a glare than a look, but once she made eye contact he continued, “A sub always has the ultimate control. You can call game over at any time.” He stroked his fingers back inside at a pace that was slow and torturous while his thumb circled her clit.
“Either call me Sir or use your safeword and we end everything. The choice is all yours.”
Either way she lost. Be a wimp and safeword out of it, or submit. He was still kneeling between her legs, gaze locked on her face, wearing the tender and affectionate expression he’d worn earlier.
Something deep within snapped. In that instant, it didn’t seem quite as important to win this game. She sensed how much he wanted this and for some inexplicable reason she wanted to make him happy.
She squeezed her eyes shut and whispered, “Please let me come…” She swallowed hard and forced herself to say what he wanted to hear. “Sir.”
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He froze, apparently stunned by her acquiescence, but soon recovered. He thrust his fingers into her while massaging her clit. His breathing was harsh and ragged. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he rasped.
At his command, she lost all control over her body. Screaming and bucking, she feared she might shatter into a thousand pieces. He replaced his fingers with his tongue and drew her orgasm out for what seemed an eternity. She had never experienced anything as intense or quite so satisfying.
As she floated back to clear consciousness, he untied her from the headboard and wrapped her into the protective cocoon of his arms. Brushing the hair away from her face he whispered, “I’ve worked with a lot of subs, Nikki, but never in my life has that word sounded so sweet. Thank you for giving me that gift.”
Ridiculously happy she’d been able to please him, warm fuzzies filled her entire being. She didn’t want to contemplate how she felt because if she did, she’d have to take into account everything that had happened. And she wasn’t ready to go there. Instead, she tucked her head further into the crook of his shoulder, inhaled his masculine scent and let sleep carry her away.
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Chapter Seven
Nikki cracked one eye open and peeked at the other side of the bed, confirming she was as alone as she felt. At some point during the night Adam had untied her wrists and early this morning he’d slipped out of bed. Since he seemed to know everything else, he must have known she needed time and space to come to grips with all that had transpired last night.
And in this case he’d be right.
Physically, she’d never been more satisfied. Emotionally, she was a wreck. In the stark reality of daylight her begging and calling him Sir seemed incomprehensible.
However, under the cover of darkness, the stroke of his touch, the lure of his words and the affection shining in his eyes, it all changed. The boundaries between submission and control—and why those boundaries even mattered—had been much less defined.
She’d always been attracted to Adam but had tried to ignore the attraction and keep her distance, telling herself he was too uptight and too much of a rule follower. He wasn’t a rule follower , she thought, as hysterical laughter bubbled inside. He makes the damn rules. And expects them to be followed.
A Dom . A real honest to God, you-will-do-as-I-say freakin’ Dom !
But in fairness,
“This is the mystical, magical part you need to understand. It takes a lot of courage to be a sub, more than it takes to be a Dom. And the great paradox is you have all the control.”
She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. What a bunch of horseshit. She was going to kill him. He was a walking dead man. He was just too stupid to realize it.
As she jerked on the bindings again, feeling a slight tinge of panic, he made a slow, calming caress across her stomach, and said, “Look at me.”
It was more of a glare than a look, but once she made eye contact he continued, “A sub always has the ultimate control. You can call game over at any time.” He stroked his fingers back inside at a pace that was slow and torturous while his thumb circled her clit.
“Either call me Sir or use your safeword and we end everything. The choice is all yours.”
Either way she lost. Be a wimp and safeword out of it, or submit. He was still kneeling between her legs, gaze locked on her face, wearing the tender and affectionate expression he’d worn earlier.
Something deep within snapped. In that instant, it didn’t seem quite as important to win this game. She sensed how much he wanted this and for some inexplicable reason she wanted to make him happy.
She squeezed her eyes shut and whispered, “Please let me come…” She swallowed hard and forced herself to say what he wanted to hear. “Sir.”
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Reaction Time
He froze, apparently stunned by her acquiescence, but soon recovered. He thrust his fingers into her while massaging her clit. His breathing was harsh and ragged. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he rasped.
At his command, she lost all control over her body. Screaming and bucking, she feared she might shatter into a thousand pieces. He replaced his fingers with his tongue and drew her orgasm out for what seemed an eternity. She had never experienced anything as intense or quite so satisfying.
As she floated back to clear consciousness, he untied her from the headboard and wrapped her into the protective cocoon of his arms. Brushing the hair away from her face he whispered, “I’ve worked with a lot of subs, Nikki, but never in my life has that word sounded so sweet. Thank you for giving me that gift.”
Ridiculously happy she’d been able to please him, warm fuzzies filled her entire being. She didn’t want to contemplate how she felt because if she did, she’d have to take into account everything that had happened. And she wasn’t ready to go there. Instead, she tucked her head further into the crook of his shoulder, inhaled his masculine scent and let sleep carry her away.
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Chapter Seven
Nikki cracked one eye open and peeked at the other side of the bed, confirming she was as alone as she felt. At some point during the night Adam had untied her wrists and early this morning he’d slipped out of bed. Since he seemed to know everything else, he must have known she needed time and space to come to grips with all that had transpired last night.
And in this case he’d be right.
Physically, she’d never been more satisfied. Emotionally, she was a wreck. In the stark reality of daylight her begging and calling him Sir seemed incomprehensible.
However, under the cover of darkness, the stroke of his touch, the lure of his words and the affection shining in his eyes, it all changed. The boundaries between submission and control—and why those boundaries even mattered—had been much less defined.
She’d always been attracted to Adam but had tried to ignore the attraction and keep her distance, telling herself he was too uptight and too much of a rule follower. He wasn’t a rule follower , she thought, as hysterical laughter bubbled inside. He makes the damn rules. And expects them to be followed.
A Dom . A real honest to God, you-will-do-as-I-say freakin’ Dom !
But in fairness,
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