“Come for me, Zee.”
His forceful command toppled her over the edge. She shoved her ass back, and he parted her buttocks then sucked on her clit until she screamed.
Her knees buckled.
The orgasm ripped through her, and she lost her grip on the bed and started to slide backward.
The room seemed to spin.
When awareness returned, she realized her feet were on the floor and he’d put one of his legs between hers to support her.
“That was…” She turned her head to the side so she could breathe better. “Memorable.”
He eased forward and placed a kiss on her nape.
How was it possible for him to be so strong and simultaneously so comforting? The conundrum was as complex as the pain/pleasure reaction in her body.
A few seconds later he moved away, and she heard the belt buckle clatter to the wooden floor. She lifted her upper body to see what he was doing.
“Stay in position,” he told her softly.
“Do you have any idea what you’re asking from me, Sir?”
“I wasn’t asking.”
Aware of her vulnerable position with her still-stinging ass in the air, she buried her head against the mattress, trying to settle herself.
This was the hardest part of a submissive scene for her, the waiting when she was ready to put her clothes back on and head out. Then it occurred to her that he’d never even let her remove all of her clothes.
She heard the sounds of him undressing and it was taking forever. Even though she was facedown, she was aware of him going to the closet. Seriously? She’d left her undergarments and shoes dropped in the middle of the entryway and he was taking the time to put his things away?
Mackenzie thought of his car and remembered that there hadn’t been a single scrap of paper, or even a layer of dust. His need for control was even greater than she’d thought. Being in her house must be quite the experience for him.
“Do you have any lube?”
“Under the bathroom sink.” Did that mean he wasn’t done?
“I enjoy seeing you like that,” he said when he returned.
The modulated sound of his voice caressed her. She’d never been with a man who gave her constant approval. This was going to make it difficult for any other man to compete with him.
After placing the bottle on the nightstand, he skimmed his fingers across a few of her welts.
The tiny bit of friction irritated the skin and made her shift. But damn if awareness didn’t tingle through her.
He left her and went to the far side of the bed.
She raised her eyes to look at him and drank in the hard planes of his body, the thickness of the cock already covered by a condom.
“Stay where you are.”
Right then, she wasn’t sure she could move.
His gaze was earnest, and his lips set in a firm line. A pulse ticked in his temple.
He crouched and reached for her wrists, stretching her out another inch. He traced her knuckles, and she ached to touch him. Until now, until him, she hadn’t realized how intimate things like that were.
“There’s nothing more humbling than your trust. I don’t take it for granted.” He unwound the dark blue tie that he had around his wrist. “Press your palms together.”
Which would make her less able to grab hold of anything.
His motions sure, he secured the tie.
“How is it?”
“Tight.” She tried to pull her hands apart. The silk should slip, give, let her move, but it didn’t.
He brushed back a lock of her hair.
Everything he did made her aware of her femininity.
Without another word, he stood and walked back to the other side of the bed. “Thinking about this has kept me awake at night,” he said, propping his hands beneath her hipbones.
“I hate that I can’t see you,” she said.
“I want you to feel.”
He pulled her back a little, repositioning her, and his hard cock touched her left buttock. “Mmm,” she said.
Then he was everywhere, scraping her marks, tracing the insides of her thighs, teasing her labia. “Kennedy,” she murmured. “Master Aldrich.”
She felt his cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, but he didn’t enter her. It had only been ten minutes since they’d arrived home, but suddenly it seemed like she had been waiting for him forever. “Take me,” she pleaded.
By small measures he entered her, pressing forward, pulling back.
She ground her hips, silently demanding more.
“My pace.”
“Damn it. I want you in me.” When she wriggled again, he pinched her buttock.
“My pace,” he repeated.
Mackenzie sighed. “Yes, Sir.”
“On your tiptoes,” he said. “Keep your feet turned slightly in. Open for me.”
The angle allowed him a little deeper, and without warning, he surged up and into her. She cried out at the force of his possession. It was so much, much more than she’d hoped.
He fucked her, and she couldn’t stay still, no matter what he’d instructed. She thrust back when he rocked forward.
Then she froze when she felt his lubricated finger at her anus. It had been a while since she’d had anal and as he worked in deeper, she constricted her muscles.
“Relax.” He fed his cock into her pussy with shortened strokes. “Bear down.”
She gulped a breath and did as he suggested. That eased his way, and he slowly worked his finger inside her ass.
“I wish you could see yourself,” he said.
He pushed his finger all the way in, and she exhaled and wriggled to accommodate him.
“So completely submissive.”
Filled with him, by him.
He lengthened the strokes he was taking with his cock, finding a rhythm. When she gave herself over to him, he fucked her hard while he reamed her ass.
This was everything she could have wanted, dreamed of.
He stretched her pussy as well as her ass, giving to her even as he took from her. Unbelievably, she felt another orgasm simmering. “Oh, Sir!” Under the onslaught it was impossible to stay on her toes. As she collapsed back against him, he used the change in angle for greater penetration. She cried out.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.” Not that it was going to be a choice in another minute or so. There’d be no way to derail the impending sensations.
“Hang on,” he told her.
How was it possible that he was still able to do her?
Then he pressed another finger into her ass.
“No way,” she protested. The sensations amplified. And the tightness in her ass made his cock feel even bigger in her pussy. She was stretched so wide. Overwhelmed by the force and fury of his fucking.
Her breaths were tiny gulps and she was no longer capable of stringing thoughts together. All that remained was her surrender and his total dominance.
“Come around my cock,” he instructed.
She barely recognized his voice. Until this moment, he’d been in total control of everything between them, her responses, his actions. Sex was the equalizer between them.
He went still for a brief second then jerked forward to fill her. Simultaneously he twisted his fingers in her ass was, driving her climax.
Lacing her fingers together, she cried out and shattered.
Two orgasms, especially so powerful and close together, were enough to deplete her.
He remained where he was until his cock went flaccid. “Wanted that to last as long as possible,” he said. He withdrew his fingers as he pulled out of her.
“I may recover next week sometime,” she answered.
“Be right with you.” He stepped into the bathroom for a minute.
Though he couldn’t hear her, she replied, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t have moved.
She heard running water, followed by
the sound of his footsteps. Then he pressed a warm cloth to her pussy and ass.
“Do your legs hurt?”
“I have no idea.”
“Numb?”
“Is there something beyond that?”
He laughed, enveloping her in their private moment. “Let’s start with your arms.”
Mackenzie drank in the sight of his naked body. He had a smattering of chest hair that arrowed down to his pelvis.
His shoulders were broad, but she hadn’t suspected he’d be quite so lean. His thighs were powerful, and his calves were cut with definition. But his strength and sexual power were the biggest turn-ons.
While he loosened her wrists, she couldn’t help but look at his cock. Though he was no longer erect, his cock was definitely impressive.
Impossibly, she was starting to feel aroused again.
To distract herself, she turned her head.
When she was free, he picked up each hand in turn and rubbed circulation back into them.
“Better,” she murmured.
“Good. Now grab my forearms.”
When she did, he tugged her forward until her body lay on top of the mattress. “That was creative,” she said.
“Not as fun as scooping you from the ground, but gentler.”
“I might not have minded being in your arms.”
“Still going to happen,” he promised.
He sat on the bed and drew her onto his lap.
“I keep trying to tell you I don’t snuggle.”
“This is me ignoring you.”
He smoothed her hair, ran his fingertips across her shoulder. And all the while, she drank in his comfort. Despite her intentions not to relax in his arms, her breathing pattern changed to match his.
“How does your body feel after the beating?”
“I don’t feel too bad.” She took a quick inventory. “I don’t think I’ll have any bruises. No cramped muscles. As for the rest of me…” She paused. “Satiated.”
“Well, that’s disappointing.”
She put her hand on his chest. “What’s wrong with satiated?”
“I want you exhausted. I guess this means I really do have to fuck you into tomorrow morning.”
“It was wonderful. I’m not complaining about what we did.”
“I have—”
They spoke at the same time.
“An enormous ego?”
“A reputation.”
They laughed.
“Three choices,” he said.
“You’re giving me choices? What kind of Dom thing is that?”
“Well, they’re all my choices.”
“Fair enough,” she agreed. “Okay. Three choices. About?”
“The rest of the evening. We can have a glass of red wine and a bath.”
“I take showers.”
He tipped her chin back.
“Oh. Right. Your choices.”
“You are a quick study. Or, if you need energy, we can go out and grab some Chinese food.”
“I like Thai.”
“Again.”
“Listening, Sir.” Mackenzie was teasing him, testing him. She’d gathered he planned to spend the night, which hadn’t been something they’d discussed. With a lot of men, that had become something of a discussion. Most had wanted her to stay, but since she typically went to their homes, she could leave when she was ready. This man—Dom, lover—though, had made a decision.
She knew she could always make an excuse, but their togetherness had a natural pace to it, and if she were as honest as he kept insisting she be, she’d admit she liked it.
With Kennedy, there were no uncomfortable moments. And she’d never had something quite like this. Even with Brian, he’d head straight for the shower after sex, and he’d close the door. She either waited for him to finish or she used the guest room.
“Or we can go and have dinner at the Old Bronwyn Building.”
“That’s your family’s, isn’t it? I’ve always wanted to see it.”
“You shall. But it doesn’t have to be tonight. It occurred to me you might want a real date. I don’t want you to think this is all about sex.”
“Kennedy, we had an agreement.”
“We never agreed that I could only fuck you and beat you but not feed you.”
She pushed away from him and knelt back on her heels, giving her some semblance of modesty to go with the emotional distance she’d created when she’d called him Kennedy rather than Master Aldrich. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Let me rephrase this. It occurred to me you might enjoy a nice meal so that you have energy for the world-changing sex that’s still to come.”
She grabbed a pillow and wrapped it against her chest.
He sat up straight. Thunder burrowed between his eyes, and she heard the effort it took to keep his voice calm. “If you think you’re getting through the night without me having you totally naked, begging and writhing, Zee, you’re wrong. Throw up your defenses, become prickly as a cat’s paws, behave any way you want in order to preserve your orderly view of the relationship you think we’re not having. I won’t allow you to make me into a villain because I offered to take you out and treat you right.”
She let her shoulders droop. “I apologize.”
“Accepted.” The frown went away.
“That’s it?” she asked.
He scowled. “What else would there be?”
“I don’t know, an argument?” Kennedy confounded her, and she never knew what to expect from him. “The silent treatment? Something.”
“Let’s be clear. You apologized. I accepted. I’ve wanted you in my arms, and I’m not going to let semantics ruin our evening. I gave you three choices, you’ll pick one.”
“It’s that easy for you?”
“Keep it up, and I’ll take one of the choices out of contention.”
“Which one?”
He plucked the pillow from her arms and put it behind his back. “Dom’s decision.”
“Figured. If we go to the Old Bronwyn Building, I’m going to order the most expensive thing on the menu.”
“Lobster. Best on the eastern seaboard. Good choice.”
“And dessert.”
“We have an extensive wine list. I recommend a Sancerre.”
“Does nothing rattle you?”
“Yeah. The idea of not having my dick in your ass at some point.”
Her mouth parted. She never knew what he was going to say.
“Chinese food or wine and a bath?”
“What about the Old Bronwyn Building?”
“We’re going tomorrow night. That’s how I punish a recalcitrant sub.”
“By forcing her to go out to dinner with you?”
“That. And by making her wear a butt plug, a short skirt, and no panties.”
“That…” He left her searching for words. And finding none.
He grinned. “A big plug.”
Despite herself, the idea rippled through her mind, and suddenly she imagined herself dressed as he’d said. She’d never worn a plug for longer than a half hour during a scene. The idea of being forced to sit on one while enjoying a five-star dinner unnerved and scandalized her.
“So what will it be? Choice number one, or choice number two?”
Chapter Six
This woman…
Kennedy had never had to work so hard to take a woman to dinner. For the most part, he was content to stay home after being at work all day. Women he’d been with in the past had wanted to go out.
Mackenzie, though, had been affronted.
He knew she wasn’t trying to be difficult or play a game. She truly was committed to avoiding emotional entanglements.
In a way, he sympathized. Over the years, he’d perfected the art of dodging the marital noose. But he was offering a date, not a ring, making her reaction seem disproportionate.
“Where’s the wine?”
“Orange chicken sounds good.”
Now she wa
s being contrary. “Too late.” He climbed from bed and went into her bathroom to turn on the tub.
Mackenzie was still in the middle of the bed when he returned. She met his gaze and gave him a small smile. Damn if he wasn’t turned on all over again. A trace of mascara had smudged beneath one of her bright blue eyes. Her lips looked full, as if swollen from their earlier, passionate kiss. Her hair was in sexual disarray, long strands of it curling forward to frame a cheekbone.
More, her dress was still half on, a testament to how hungry he’d been to have his dick inside her.
He knew that her backside would bear marks from his belt.
She appeared soft, supple, submissive.
His.
A feeling of possessiveness walloped him. The feeling was unique, and a little uncomfortable. He’d always enjoyed women, but he’d never wanted to claim one.
He reached for his pants and pulled them on. “Wine?” he asked her again.
“There’s a box of white in the fridge. Chardonnay, I think.”
“A box?”
“Don’t be a snob,” she said. “Some boxed wines are really good. And they keep better than bottles do.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Any red? Something with some teeth to it?”
“There’s a box—”
“Stop.”
“I’m teasing,” she said.
He reached out, grabbed her ankles and yanked her toward him. She laughed, linking her hands around his neck when he moved in closer. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist.
The position was inviting. “We’ll definitely get to that,” he promised, inhaling something floral. “Lilacs?” he asked.
“Like you’d know what any flower smelled like. You saw the bottle of botanical shampoo in the bathroom.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t like it.”
“Doesn’t mean I’m not onto you,” she countered in a teasing tone.
“Yeah,” he agreed. He’d uncovered another facet of her personality, seeing a softer side of her. He wondered how many men ever saw it.
Yielding to impulse, he kissed her forehead.
Her body went rigid, and she broke eye contact. The moment was lost. “I want you naked.” He kept his tone lighthearted as she lowered her legs and released the hold she had around his neck. “Red or white for you?”
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