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His hands slid from my hips to my stomach and then he stroked up, cupping my breasts in his palms. His touch was hot, burning against my bare skin and I shuddered with pleasure, unable to help it. The feeling of him at my back, so strong and powerful didn’t feel like a threat, even though it should. Even though having a man behind me so much bigger than I was, a man who was essentially a stranger, should terrify me.

Yet my fear didn’t feel cold this time and there was an element of excitement to it that I didn’t understand. I didn’t know why having him behind me, holding me, should make me feel safe either, but it did.

“I need as much information about your responses as possible,” he murmured in my ear. “So, you’ll tell me what you’re feeling when I ask, understand?”

I could barely speak, the touch of his hands driving every thought from my head. Perhaps this safety was an illusion. I was giving in too easily, trusting too quickly. Perhaps I needed to fight him, but then he’d punish me and what would the punishment be?

“W-what if I don’t want to?” I forced out.

“No,” he chided, the warmth of his breath brushing the side of my neck, just below my ear. “Don’t spoil it now. If you want to come when I fuck you for the first time, then do as you’re told.” With another abrupt movement, he dropped his hands from my breasts and pushed me forward onto my hands and knees.

I took another sharp breath. He was behind me, looking down at me, making me feel so exposed. Yet that somehow added to my excitement, to the beating pulse between my thighs.

I was his tonight and there was a freedom in that, I realized. I didn’t have to make any decisions or pay any attention to my constant nagging fear. Tonight, I was safe. Tonight, pleasure was mine if I wanted to take it and I did, so much.

So, I wasn’t going to fuck this up. Even if that meant following his orders and not kicking back.

Seriously? Not even one refusal? How weak does that make you?

For once, I didn’t care how weak it made me. If it got me pleasure and one of those amazing orgasms again, if it meant I could forget about my entire fucking life for one night, who cared?

And your mission? What about that?

But I didn’t want to think about my goddamn mission, not now, so I shoved the thought away. And then everything in my head blasted apart as his hands settled on my hips, squeezing, before trailing down over my butt to my thighs, stroking lightly, and back up again.

I shuddered, the heavy, pulsing ache between my legs getting stronger.

“Put your head down,” he ordered. “Ass in the air, cheek on the carpet.”

All the fight had gone out of me, along with the million questions thrown at me from my continually racing brain. The only thing I wanted was his strong hands on my hips and his orders, so I didn’t have to question myself all the time. Because I was tired of it. Tired of trying to figure out how I felt and why and whether those feelings were even ones I should feel. Tired of trying to pretend I was strong and that I didn’t need validation.

I wanted someone to tell me it was okay, that everything would be fine. I wanted someone to take care of me because no one ever had.

So, I didn’t protest. I put my head down and pressed my cheek to the carpet. It exposed me even more, especially when he used his knees to press mine wider apart, but it was also the most incredible turn-on, making me feel dirty in a good way.

“I need to check how wet you are.” His voice was all ice, which made what he was saying sound even filthier. “And I want you to keep still while I do so. What do you say?”

Oh, God, that was a prompt, wasn’t it? What was I supposed to say again?

My brain spun frantically. “I…um….y-yes Sir.”

That must have been right, because his hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers beginning to explore the slick folds of my pussy. I shut my eyes, a soundless gasp escaping me as pleasure wrapped me in a fine, electric net and pulled tight.

His touch was delicate, almost frustratingly so, at least until he found my clit, stroking it in little circles and making me tremble. Then he pinched it, sending a white-hot burst of pleasure/pain straight through me. I cried out in surprise because I wasn’t expecting it, and he did it again, making my whole body jerk with shocked pleasure.

“No.” His hand came down on my ass in a hard swat that made me go rigid with yet more shock. “I told you to keep still. If you move again, I’ll spank you.”

For a second, I didn’t know what to do or what to think, or even how to feel, because it had hurt. And I’d been hurt—

“Stop thinking.” His icy voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. “Pain might bring back bad memories, but you’re not with whoever hurt you now. You’re with me. And every touch I choose to give you is for your pleasure.” He didn’t wait to let me think about that either, one finger finding the entrance to my body and sliding inside, and everything was lost another wild burst of sensation that pulled the net of ecstasy tighter.

I couldn’t resist it. I didn’t want to resist it. I didn’t want those bad memories in my head, so I closed my eyes and let the pleasure take me, a soft moan escaping as he eased his finger out and then back in again, setting up a rhythm that had me panting. He added a second and I made another sound, groaning at the delicious burn of my sex stretching around his fingers. They were big fingers and long and I shivered, because even those felt like too much. How the hell was I going to handle anything more?

“You’re nice and slick.” Approval warmed the ice in his voice, making me ache. “Very good, little one. But you could always do with more.” He took his fingers away and before I had a chance to protest, his hands gripped my thighs and then his tongue was pushing through the folds of my sex, licking me from behind like I was an ice cream cone he couldn’t get enough of.

I jerked as that wicked tongue of his flicked my clit in a way that had me trembling. “Oh my God,” I whispered into the carpet. “Oh my God.” Then I realized I’d spoken out of turn and that he might stop and punish me. I couldn’t bear it if he stopped, so I put my hands over my mouth to stifle the sounds he brought from me.

His tongue pushed into me, hard and deep, his hands on my thighs holding me steady as I trembled and jerked in his grip.