hot spots?—his heart rate was in overdrive and his mouth was dry as dust. A sheen of sweat coated his body, and his cock was so hard it fucking ached.
She murmured, “Roll over.”
Knox wouldn’t survive her full exploration of the front side of his body. Good thing he wore the damn cock ring. Especially when she put her ass in line with his dick and bumped the tip every time she rolled back.
“Uh. I thought you were asking me questions.”
“I changed my mind. I don’t give a damn about your sexual past when you’re responding to my touch so beautifully.” She blew in his ear. “A cliché for sure, but your body is my wonderland.”
He groaned when she started in again. His pleasure receptors were on overload. A haze of bliss flowed through him, and he didn’t bother to hold back anything.
“There’s what I wanted from you,” she whispered as she stroked the tops of his quads. Then her mouth was on his, feeding him dizzying kisses.
Shiori tucked herself into his side and touched his cock for the first time since she’d put the ring on it. She petted his balls and removed the cock ring. “You come when I say, Knox. Not before.”
He nodded and fought the urge to buck his hips into her hand.
She teased his nipple with the tip of her tongue before she nursed on it.
Motherfucker. That nearly sent him into orbit.
Suckling strongly, she scraped her fingernail up the length of his shaft.
“You’re killing me.”
“You can take a little more.” Shiori blew on his damp nipple and then bent down and blew a stream of air over the wet tip of his cock.
His legs twitched, and he clenched his ass cheeks together.
“Look at me.”
He lifted his head and met her gaze.
She said, “Come now,” and dragged her finger up his shaft. When she started to suck his nipple, he had a vague sense that she was sucking on the head of his cock—two hot mouths sucking on him at once.
That’s when he started to come. Hot, intense spurts of pure sensation. His cock rested against his belly as he shot his load, each pull of her mouth on his nipple sending another tug to his balls.
When the last shot released, he flopped back to the mattress and squeezed his eyes shut.
Holy fuck.
She’d made him come on command.
That’d never happened to him before.
When Shiori touched his face, he jumped.
He peeled his eyes open and looked at her. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She caressed his cheek. “You did very well.”
He didn’t know what to say. Thanks for the erotic torture?
“Your eyes got a little dreamy. What were you thinking?”
That I could get used to feeling like this. But that seemed too . . . honest, so he backtracked. “Are you giving me equal time to touch you?”
“If I say no, what will you do?”
Knox pushed a chunk of her hair over her shoulder. “Yell. Curse. Throw shit.” He smiled. “Kidding. I’d be disappointed because I’ve been dying to get my hands all over your beautiful body.”
She kissed his abused nipple. “I want your hands on me. But there are parameters. No touching my pussy unless I specifically tell you to. And that means with your hands, your mouth, or your cock.”
He grinned. “Good thing you clarified that.”
She pushed into a sitting position. “Clean yourself up. There’s a bathroom in the hallway.”
As he washed himself off, he had time to think. Tonight hadn’t gone at all like he’d expected. He hadn’t equated Dommes with a loving touch—except for after they beat the shit out of their subs.
They hadn’t talked about pain play; hell, they hadn’t really talked about anything besides trying this out once and seeing where it went.
“Knox? Did you fall in?” Shiori yelled from the bedroom.
He dried his hands and returned to her. “Sorry. Got a little lost in thought.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“You.” He wrapped his hand around her ankle and playfully tugged. “Are you still wearing clothes because you want me to take them off you?”
“What if I asked you to work around them?”
“I’d ask if that was an order or a suggestion. Because I really want to see you in nothing but skin, ma’am.”
Shiori grabbed the bottom band of her sports bra and pulled it over her head.
Knox was so focused on those fucking perfect tits that he almost missed her hiking up her hips and ditching her spandex shorts. He groaned when she rolled over and he got his first glimpse of her bare ass.
She sent him a saucy look over her shoulder. “Now, why don’t you show me what those big hands can do.”
Oh, he planned to use more than his hands. And just because she hadn’t talked while she drove him wild didn’t mean he’d do the same.
He rested on his haunches over her thighs. She hadn’t spread out yet; he’d move her as he wanted. He brushed the hair from her cheek and spread that black silk out across the mattress. “Why’d you cut your hair?” When she’d arrived in Denver, the ends of her hair had reached the curve of her ass.
“I wanted a change.”
He kept stroking the black tresses, starting at the top of her scalp. “When you first came to class and you had that deadly double braid, I fantasized about wrapping my hands around it and holding you in place while I tasted your sassy mouth.”
“I would’ve thrown you on your ass if you’d tried it, even when I secretly might’ve liked it.”
“We’ve been circling each other for a while.” Knox traced the outside of her ear with his lips. Then he placed a soft, lingering kiss in the hollow below her lobe. He nuzzled the nape of her neck, and she couldn’t hide the shiver. Her reactions gave him a road map of how she liked to be touched.
He used his teeth.
He used his tongue.
He used the long, sensual scrape of his callused fingers.
By the time he reached that bitable ass, he worshipped those taut round globes, all the while basking in the sweet scent of her wet pussy drifting from between her legs. “Goddamn, I love your ass.”
“I can tell.”
He massaged her thighs and her calves. Before he turned her over, he layered his naked, aroused body to hers, pressing his groin into the bottom curve of her ass. “I want to take you like this sometime. Me moving on you, in you, as hard and fast or as long and sweet as you want. Using my mouth on your shoulders and the back of your neck, seeing if I could make you come just from that.”
Shiori wiggled her butt and canted her hips. “Off.”
“Why? Am I tempting you?”
“No. You’re squishing me.”
Such a little liar. But he said, “Yes, ma’am.” Before he asked her to turn over, he ran his hands over every delicious inch of her one more time. Then he patted her hip. “Other side, please.”
Before she could spout off a reminder of her rules, he fastened his mouth to hers and kissed her. And kept on kissing her until some of the tension left her body.
He should’ve gradually moved from her mouth down her neck, but he made a beeline straight for her tits. He straddled her body so he could get both hands on that firm, soft flesh. “Look at you. These are perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.” Dipping his head, he tickled the tip with a small flick of his tongue. As soon as the skin puckered, he latched on and drew strongly.
Her back arched and her hands fisted in his hair.
Yeah. That’s what he wanted. An unpracticed reaction out of her.
He kneaded her other breast and switched sides, licking and sucking. Pushing her breasts together put her nipples so close that he could almost get them both in his mouth at the same time.
Once she’d quit writhing, he slid his hands down the sides of her body, palming her rib cage and letting his thumbs
drag down the indent in her torso. Her core muscles were tight, even in rest. He paused when the base of his hands rested on her hips. Shiori was compact here too, but as he’d been on the receiving end of her hip throws, he knew size was deceiving.
His thumbs stroked the section below her belly button, and her skin rippled. He focused his attention on that area, teasing with his lips and breath. Letting his chin slide over the rise of her mound. Hoping she’d give him the signal to bury his mouth between her thighs.
She tugged on his hair.
“Mmm?”
“You seemed to’ve gotten stuck in one spot.”
“I like this spot.” He looked up at her, across the plane of her body. “But do I have permission to move down to what’ll likely be my favorite spot?”
“No. But I would like you to massage my feet.”
Knox banked his disappointment. He pushed back and sat on his heels. When he circled his fingers around her ankle, she flinched. Interesting reaction. He set her heel on his thigh and pressed his thumb into the middle of her foot, pushing in circles from the ball, down her arch, to the start of her heel and back up.
She sighed. “You’ve done this before.”
“No, ma’am.”
“So you’re just a natural, hitting all the good spots?”
He worked his thumb between her toes. “No. But I’ve seen guys with a foot fetish working it, and I took notes.”
“Very good notes.”
She’d left her legs parted, allowing him an unimpeded view of the pink tissues that glistened with her arousal.
“Stop that,” she warned.
Knox forced his gaze away from that tempting slice of heaven. “What?”
“You keep looking at my pussy and licking your lips.”
“You’d rather I was licking your pussy?”
She pointed. “Back to the foot massage.”
Before he switched feet, he angled his head and started kissing her ankle. The divot beside her ankle bone, then the ankle bone itself and the curve above it.
Shiori’s leg twitched so violently that she almost kicked him in the face.
He kept worshipping her delicate ankle, damn pleased with himself that he’d found one of her hidden hot spots.
“Knox. Stop.”
After placing several soft kisses on the top of her foot, he switched feet. And began again. Like before, she damn near levitated off the bed when he focused on her ankle.
This time she didn’t stop him. Instead, while he nuzzled and teased, her hand crept between her thighs. She ran her middle finger up and down her slit, getting it wet before she started rubbing on her clit. Slowly at first and then faster.
Her other arm was thrown above her head; her body was a graceful arch as she pleasured herself. She moved her finger side to side and then tapped the nub several times in rapid succession before she returned to rubbing.
It was one of the sexiest things he’d seen. Watching her get herself off was almost as good as getting her off himself.
Almost.
Shiori’s legs went rigid. Her finger moved faster, and she let out a soft gasp as she started to come.
Knox watched her greedily, this beautiful woman giving him a secret peek of her self-pleasure. When her hand fell away, he lowered her foot to the bed, awaiting further instructions.
“Come here.”
He levered himself over her and nuzzled her neck, breathing in the scent of her damp skin, feeling her heartbeat beneath his lips. “Thank you for that, Mistress.”
She made a hum of acknowledgment. Then she gently pushed on his shoulders. “Get dressed and I’ll meet you in the living room.”
Her dismissal stung, but it wasn’t unexpected.
Knox slipped on his boxer briefs and returned to where he’d left his clothes. After getting dressed, he prowled around the gigantic space, which felt more like a mausoleum than a home.
Maybe she preferred austere surroundings, but from what he could tell, there wasn’t a personal item anywhere. Nothing revealed insight into the person who lived in this glass-walled penthouse besides wealth.
There was so much more to Shiori than that.
She appeared in her robe, her hair in a messy knot on top of her head. She held out her hand and led him to the lounging area. She sat in the high-backed leather chair and indicated he should sit at her feet.
He had a momentary flash of resentment that they couldn’t just sit together on the damn couch, so he kept his gaze aimed at the carpet.
“We should’ve talked more about each of our expectations and limits before we became intimate. As the Domme, that’s on me.”
Knox raised his head. “Please don’t say you have regrets.”
She touched his face and let her hand drift to his neck. “No regrets.”
“Then what?”
“I asked you to give me one night. You have. I’m grateful for your trust, Knox. I know it’s not easy for you. I don’t know if this night convinced you of anything.”
Was she cutting him loose? “It convinced me that I need more than one damn night to figure this out.”
Those golden eyes seemed to measure every inch of him. “You’re sure?”
He turned his head and kissed the inside of her wrist. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m happy to hear that. Still, I think it’d be best if we waited a couple of days to try this again. I need to allow you enough time to think everything through.”
While he understood she was doing this to protect him, it annoyed him. She didn’t know what was best for him.
Isn’t that what a Domme does? Arguing will just prove that you aren’t ready for her to make decisions for you.
So he swallowed his protest and said, “That makes sense.”
Shiori bent forward and kissed him. “I’ll walk you out.”
At the elevator, Knox gathered her into his arms. “See you tomorrow.”
* * *
SHIORI didn’t show up at Black Arts until around ten the next morning. She didn’t really need to be there. It was a holiday, and banks, schools, and most businesses were closed. She’d convinced herself she needed to check Ronin’s penthouse, just to make sure everything was okay. But the truth was she wanted to see Knox.
The office and the conference room were empty. As she headed down the hallway, she heard the familiar sounds of body parts striking plastic practice gear. She paused just inside the door to the training room. Deacon and Ito were grappling. Knox served as Ivan’s punching bag in the ring while Fisher supervised, yelling out instructions.
She hated to admit it, but their MMA program shouldn’t even be listed in the same brochure as the Black Arts jujitsu program. Yes, it was still in the early building stage, but Deacon and Ivan were the only decent fighters. The rest of the guys who paid to train here were wasting their time and money, as well as tying up the instructors so they didn’t have enough time to work with Deacon and Ivan.
Knox took a blow to the chin and she winced. Sometimes she felt bad he was the only guy Ivan’s size and had no choice but to partner up with him. Knox moved very, very well for such a big guy. He wasn’t clumsy or lumbering—either on or off the mat. And it seemed like Ivan had become lighter on his feet after watching Knox move.
She’d tried not to obsess on Knox’s visit to her apartment
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