“Having trouble making a distinction between dominating you and not.”
“I see.”
He began to pace. He needed to move. If he didn’t, he would combust. “Okay, so first of all, I don’t mean to be an ass. Partly your mouth brings it out in me.”
“Don’t blame it on me, Conner.”
He stopped pacing to meet her gaze and nodded. Just say it. “You scare the fuck out of me.”
She flinched, her eyes wide, her mouth open for a moment before she spoke. “What? Why?”
“That’s how bad I want you. Never craved a woman like I do you. Thought I would have worked it out of my system in the bathroom that day. Didn’t happen. You turn me inside out. You’re like a drug. That makes me defensive.”
Her eyes bugged out.
“Tell me you’re mine.” He needed her to say it. It was too soon. It was also not soon enough.
She licked her lips. “Conner…”
“Baby, you know this is going to happen between us. We have chemistry. I realize we have two thousand details to work through, and I’ll readily admit, I come with a shit ton of baggage, but I’d like to take them one at a time after you admit you’re mine.”
She nodded. Thank fuck.
“Say the words, baby.” His chest pounded.
“I’m yours, Sir.”
He let his shoulders slump several inches. Relief washed through him at her words. It wasn’t that he expected anything different. But until she admitted he made her world spin, he couldn’t move on.
Conner took a long stride to get right in front of her. He kneeled at the edge of the couch, pulled her legs apart so he was nestled between them, and grabbed her shoulders. “You won’t regret it, baby. I swear.” She humbled him. She made a light shine in the murky darkness that had entered his world lately.
She nodded again. Uncertainty lurked in the corners of her eyes, but he watched her chest heave, and she shivered beneath his touch. He hoped those were signs that she felt something similar to what he experienced around her. He was banking on it.
Fuck the details. They could discuss the particulars later. “Now, can I fuck you first and talk after?” He needed her so badly, his cock ached.
“Please, Sir.”
“Excellent.” He closed the space between them and kissed her mouth, this time with restraint, pulling back after a few seconds. “Take these jeans off for me, baby. Sexy as they are on you, I’m betting they’re much sexier on the floor.”
She shivered. “Okay.”
He tucked his hands under her arms and lifted her, switching their positions so she stood facing him and he sat in her spot on the couch. He nodded. “Now, baby. Strip for me.”
He leaned back. It was either that or fall.
Sabrina took a step away and pulled her tee over her head first. Her lacy bra was the only thing left blocking the view of her nipples. She was so petite, and her breasts matched her stature. He loved them. Wanted to feel his palms completely covering them.
Her hands shook as she popped the button on her jeans, lowered the zipper, and then wiggled her hips back and forth as she tugged them down her legs. Her sexy feet were bare, and she stepped on one leg of the jeans and then the other to pull the denim free of her body.
She fought the need to fidget under his scrutiny. He watched her battle, her face tight, her hands fisted.
“The rest, baby,” he whispered. “I didn’t get a good look at you the first time. I want to see all of you now.”
“Conner…” She glanced around the room, pausing at the window.
He knew what she was thinking, but the blinds were closed. “No one’s going to see you.”
She turned back to face him.
“Take off your bra and panties, baby.” This time he spoke with more authority, although it still sounded slightly desperate to his ears. And hell, that was how he felt. Desperate. Needy.
Sabrina lowered her gaze to the floor as she popped the clasp on her bra and let the lace fall down her arms to drop it on the floor.
He remembered those tits. So pink and sexy. Her chest was flushed with embarrassment. Also a good sign. He wanted her to be somewhat more demure when she subbed for him than her usual feisty self.
When she lowered her panties to the floor, keeping her legs too close together, he swallowed a moan. “So sexy, baby.”
She shivered as though cold, not meeting his gaze. “So uneven, Sir.”
He chuckled. “True. But I’m the Dom here, yes?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“So, it stands to reason I’ll take off my clothes when I’m ready, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Turn around, baby.”
She almost stepped on her own feet as she did his bidding. When her back was to him, he inhaled sharply. Her ass was so firm and round. He loved the faint tan lines he remembered seeing when she’d been spanked by Doug at Extreme.
“Do you enjoy spanking, Sabrina?”
She nodded.
“Words, baby.”
“I do, Sir. With the right Dom.”
“You trust me?”
“Yes, Sir. Irrationally.”
“That’s okay. That trust will build with time. Turn around. Look at me.”
She spun back to face him.
“For now I need you to know that I’ll never hurt you, at least nothing more than the sting of my palm. I would never leave a permanent mark on your body. I would never speak to you in anger while you’re submitting to me. When we play, your safety, comfort, and arousal are my top priorities.”
“Okay.”
“I will push your boundaries, but only with your permission and trust. Is red a good safe word for you? Or would you prefer another?”
“Red is fine, Sir.”
“Use it.”
“Okay.”
“I’m not even going to address all the times you’ve smarted off to me lately or the number of blatantly defiant acts you’ve taken to rile me up. But I am going to spank your sweet ass for wearing those jeans tonight after I expressly prohibited it. I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you knew this would happen and intentionally egged me on.”
She flinched.
“That’s what I thought.” He sat straighter and scooted to the edge of the couch. “Come here, baby.”
She shuffled closer.
He spread his knees, needing to touch her before he punished her. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her between his legs and then released her to set his palms on her hips. God, she was tiny.
His thumbs spanned so wide, he easily grazed the upper swell of her pussy. She was clean-shaved. He loved it. Couldn’t wait to run his tongue over her smooth skin.
Conner trailed his hands up to cup her breasts. She arched into him, her nipples pebbling further when he stroked his thumbs over the tips. Her head tipped back as though he’d thrust deep inside her instead of just caressing her breasts. “So responsive, baby. Love that.”
His pants were too tight. They had been even before he arrived, but since entering her home, he was close to losing it. He needed to tamp down the craving for a while longer. Until he pinkened her ass with his hand, he wasn’t going to take her.
Releasing her breasts, he directed her around to his side and angled her over his lap. “Lie across my knees, baby.”
She did as he instructed without a word. Her breaths were rapid as she landed over his thighs, reaching out her hands to brace herself on the floor.
Conner held her lower back firmly. She didn’t need to balance herself with her hands or her feet. He would never let her fall. He smoothed his free hand over her fine ass and massaged the firm flesh. “Sexiest ass on the planet, baby.”
She didn’t acknowledge him.
Finally, he lifted his hand and swatted her with enough force to make her gasp. He repeated the action on the other side, pressing into the small of her back to hold her steady. “That’s my girl. I love the pink of your cheeks now. I’m going to cover them
with my handprints. You’ll stay still while I do so.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was desperate, squeaky.
His cock pressed into her hip, pleading with him. He spanked her two more times, lower, where her cheeks met her thighs.
She spread her legs wider without being told.
“Such a needy little sub.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her head fell forward to hang between her arms.
“Are you wet, baby?” He smoothed his hand over her ass as he spoke.
“Yes, Sir.”
He reached between her legs and stroked one finger through her folds.
Sabrina stiffened and moaned, spreading her legs farther.
“Not yet, baby. You don’t come until I say so. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He spanked her again without warning. And then three more swats, alternating between cheeks. She was good and pink by then, and eight was enough for this first time. Plus, he feared she would come without any help if he didn’t let her reach her release soon.
Conner thrust two fingers into her pussy until his palm flattened against her, his thumb against her rear hole.
“Oh, God.” She lifted her chest off him and gripped his thigh with both hands. “Sir, I can’t…”
“I know, baby.” He thrust again.
She moaned louder. “Conner…”
Music to his ears.
“Give it to me, baby. Come. Now.”
She shattered around the fingers still buried inside her. He hadn’t even touched her clit.
Oh yeah, Sabrina Duluth was his.
Chapter Seven
Sabrina gasped for oxygen. Her mind was so scrambled she couldn’t form words.
Her pussy still gripped his fingers, and he left them inside her.
When the tremors finally subsided, he began to move again, stroking her G-spot and driving her back to full arousal in seconds.
Her legs shook. “Conner. Oh, God.”
“Just feel, baby.”
“I can’t…” She was too sensitive. Even her clit, which hadn’t been touched yet, felt tender.
“Oh, baby. You can. And you will. You’ll learn to come for me so many times you’ll lose count.”
She flinched at those words. Her face heated. God, how she wanted that. Was it possible? No Dom had ever taken her that far, as much as she’d willed it to happen. Wasn’t that the stuff of her romance novels? In real life, people didn’t actually have multiple orgasms until they collapsed, right?
Conner’s damn fingers kept stroking, slow and steady until the pressure built. He paused his movement inside her pussy to press against her rear hole again. “Has anyone taken this tight bud, baby?”
“No.” She moaned. She’d never even thought about it. But suddenly she knew it was Conner’s. She would let him fuck her there if he asked.
He massaged the entrance. “That makes me so hot, baby,” he muttered. “This hole is mine, Sabrina.” His voice was rough. She liked it.
His hand disappeared, and he grabbed her hips. Before she knew it, she was on her feet, swaying too much to stand.
Conner didn’t release her, though. He was sensitive to her plight. He stood in front of her and then swung her up into his arms. “Bedroom?”
“Down the hall. On the right.” She met his gaze, wishing he would hurry.
His strides were wide. In moments they were in her room. She’d at least made her bed, knowing, or hoping, this would be their ultimate destination this evening.
When Conner set her on her feet, he dragged his hands up her body to cup her face again. She loved the way he did that, meeting her gaze and forcing her to meet his. “Take my clothes off, baby.”
She nodded.
Conner released her.
Her hands shook as she tugged his shirt over his head and dropped it. Damn he was built. She trailed a finger along the edge of his tattoo and leaned in to taste his skin, licking a line across his nipple.
“Baby…”
Good. She affected him too. Maybe not as much, but close.
“Jeans, Sabrina.”
She set her forehead on his pecs and watched as she reached for his button, popping it quickly and then lowering the zipper. His cock sprang free. Commando.
“Take them off, baby.” He wove his hands into her hair as he spoke.
The strands dragged through his fingers as she lowered herself to her knees and tugged the denim over his hips. She pulled both his shoes off and then his jeans, one leg at a time when he lifted his feet. Lastly his socks.
When she lifted her face, his cock bobbed in front of her lips. Without hesitating, she licked a line from the base to the tip. He hadn’t given her permission to do it, but she didn’t think about anything except the need to taste him.
He moaned and set his hands on her shoulders, gripping hard, but before he could stop her, she sucked his thick cock into her mouth.
“Oh, God, baby…” His thighs shook when she gripped them. Good.
Heaven. His cock was larger than any she’d had before, but then so was the rest of him. And she longed to have him inside her, but first this. She sucked him harder. Deep throating a man wasn’t something she’d ever excelled at. But apparently she’d never been with the right man.
Conner did something to her that scared the fuck out of her. He made her want on a whole new level. She wanted to please him. She wanted everything from him.
He didn’t stop her. Surprising.
“So good, baby. So good…” His voice trailed off as he spoke.
In a moment, he stiffened, his fingers digging into her shoulders. She didn’t care about the slight pain. She loved it. It told her how much he enjoyed her mouth.
When he thrust forward, she knew he was there. His come splashed against her throat, and she swallowed, learning the taste of him and relishing the closeness. As his body relaxed, she continued to suckle him. His cock remained surprisingly stiff.
Eventually he pulled out of her mouth and lifted her by the arms to stand in front of him. He cupped her cheeks and lowered his mouth to hers, devouring her like a starving man, obviously undaunted by his flavor on her tongue.
Without releasing her mouth, he backed her up until her thighs hit the bed. He lifted her onto the mattress and scooted her back while crawling up to straddle her, never ending the kiss.
Conner Bascott was divine. She trembled beneath him, wanting his cock inside her while knowing it would be a while before she had him. He would need to recover. She prayed it wouldn’t take long.
Straddling her hips, his hands wandered to her breasts. He squeezed them gently and then pinched her nipples.
Finally he broke free of her lips. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were glassy. “Fuck. You’re the sweetest woman I’ve ever held in my arms.” He grinned crookedly. “When you aren’t fighting me, that is. Now that I know what it takes to keep your sharp tongue occupied…” He scooted down her body and lifted one knee to plant between hers. “Spread for me, baby.”
She widened her thighs as he climbed between them.
“Good girl. See how easy it is to please me?”
She rolled her eyes. “Cocky bastard.”
He chuckled again, the sound music to her ears. God, how she loved this side of him.
He resumed toying with her breasts and nipples, making her glance down and wince slightly at the vision. She was not well endowed. Conner didn’t seem to notice or care. In fact, he made her feel more beautiful than she’d ever felt in her life.
As if he read her mind, Conner blew across her nipple and spoke. “Love these, baby. So gorgeous. Perfect.” He punctuated his words with a slight squeeze to both globes at once.
She lifted her chest off the bed.
“That’s it, baby. So responsive.” He leaned over her and licked one nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
Sabrina gripped his shoulders. “Sir…” It felt so good. He worshiped her body, switching to the other nipple before trailing kisses dow
n her belly until he reached her clit.
Conner flattened himself between her legs, pulled the hood up to expose her nub, and flicked his tongue over the swollen flesh.
She made a sound she didn’t recognize. It came from deep inside and shocked her.
He didn’t relent. Instead he sucked her clit into his mouth and lapped at it with the flat of his tongue.
“Oh, God.” She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to stave off the impending orgasm.
She didn’t have to fight too long. Just before she reached the cliff, he released her to lower his mouth until his tongue trailed between her lower lips and then dipped inside. “So fucking sweet. Like honey.” He went back to work, fucking her with his tongue and moaning around her entrance, so the vibrations shook her body and drove her need to new heights. She’d come on his lap minutes ago. That seemed like a distant memory now.
“Conner, please…”
Suddenly he was gone, sliding away from her, making her eyes widen with the shock. Two seconds later he was back, ripping a condom open with his teeth. “You on the pill, baby?”
“Yes.” She reached for him.
“Get tested. I will too. Hate these things.” And then he was over her, rolling the rubber down his length and then landing on her body, his elbows planted on both sides of her head. His cock was lodged at her entrance. “You ready for me?”
“Oh. God. Honestly. Conner. Please. Sir…” When she said that last word, out of breath and lifting her hips up to meet his cock, he thrust into her.
A low groan rumbled through him. He held himself steady deep inside her.
She breathed around the intrusion, having forgotten how full she would feel with him buried inside. He knocked her breath away.
“Jesus.” He set his forehead against hers. “Forgot.”
Ah, so it wasn’t just her.
“Tightest, sweetest pussy ever.” He pulled out and then pressed home again on a grunt. “I’ll never get enough of it.” Again. “So wet for me, baby.” He reached for her face with his hands on both sides and stroked her temples.
Sabrina met his intense gaze.
“You’re mine, baby.”
She blinked at him, unable to think about anything other than his cock and how damn good it felt.
“Say it, baby. You’re mine.”
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