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He smelled good, all warm and spicy and musky, and he tasted even better. His skin was smooth and velvety and salty and, God, so hot.

I closed my mouth around him, reveling in his taste. Reveling too in the sound he made, a harsh intake of breath. His hands moved to gather my hair at the nape of my neck and my scalp tightened as he gripped my hair one fist. “Now, use your tongue to lick me. You can use your teeth too and no, you won’t hurt me. Then I’m going to get you to suck, understand? Nod if you do.”

I nodded frantically, my tongue already exploring him, learning the shape of him and his taste, every sense I had focused on him and his reactions to what I was doing. And he was reacting, I could feel it in the tight grip he had on my hair and in the way I saw the muscles of his thighs tense.

I licked him and then I used my teeth, nipping him delicately. I had no idea if I was doing it right, but when he made a low, male sound of pleasure, I couldn’t help feeling exceptionally pleased with myself.

I wished I could use my hands, but he’d ordered them at my back, and I didn’t want to move them. He might stop this as a punishment and God knew I didn’t want this to stop.

I shut my eyes, focusing on the feel of his cock in my mouth, so thick and so hard. Licking him, wanting to drive him as absolutely out of his mind as he drove me.

His grip on my hair tightened. “Suck me, little sub.” His voice had turned guttural now. “You got me this hard so now you have to deal with it. Which means you have to make me come as quickly as you can, because now I’m impatient.”

So, I sucked him and when he gripped my hair even tighter and flexed his hips, beginning to thrust into my mouth, I kept on sucking him. He brushed the back of my throat, making my eyes water, but I didn’t stop.

“Harder,” he ordered roughly.

I sucked harder as he fucked my mouth, the movement of his hips and his grip, the feel of his cock and his taste making the pressure between my thighs become acute.

His movements became rougher and then abruptly he made a harsh sound. “Fuck, yes,” he growled and unable to help myself, I looked up, watching his face as the orgasm hit, the lines of his face twisting in a snarl, and then his eyes closing as pleasure swept over him.

Beautiful man.

I did as I was told, I swallowed every drop, and when he was done and his eyes had opened again, the blue dark, he made me lick him clean.

After that, he lazily put himself away and then pulled my head back by my hair. He leaned forward and slipped one hand down between my thighs, his fingers pushing into my slick sex. I trembled and gasped as he leaned down, his lips inches from mine. “Clever little sub for making me come so hard. You have the most perfect mouth.” Then much to my shock, he kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting me. “Mmm,” he murmured. “I like tasting myself. I like tasting you. I like tasting us.”

Then he kissed me again, harder, as he worked his fingers in and out of me, fucking me until the orgasm hit in a wild wave, making me shiver and cry out against his lips.

He pulled his fingers away and gathered me up into his arms, holding me against his warm chest as I shook with the aftershocks. And once they’d subsided, he eased me onto the couch, found a soft woolen throw, and wrapped me up in it, then he got up. “Stay there,” he murmured. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

I lay there for a while after he’d gone, feeling sleepy and sated and exceptionally pleased with myself. Then my purse, which was still sitting near the coffee table where I’d dumped it the night before, caught my eye. And suddenly I remembered that I’d been supposed to text Isabel and let her know I was okay.

Shit.

I wriggled off the couch and went over to where my purse lay, grabbing my phone and coming back to the couch and sitting down. There were no notifications from her, which was weird. But maybe she was trying to give me some space. I pulled up my messages app and quickly typed a ‘I’m fine’ text. Adding a ‘I hope you got yours too’.

“Who are you texting, little sub?” A cold voice came from behind me.

Fuck. Had he seen Isabel’s name on the text? He’d be furious if he knew it was his daughter, and that would set him wondering how I knew her. He was ferociously intelligent and from there it would be a small step to him finding out who I was, and he couldn’t know.

Quickly I pressed send and turned the screen off, hoping he hadn’t seen anything. I slipped off the couch and put the phone on the coffee table. “Just a friend, Sir,” I said and then, so he wouldn’t keep asking questions, I added. “They wanted me to text them to let them know I was okay, but I forgot about it until now.”

“I see.” His gaze remained on the phone, his expression unreadable. And then quite suddenly he looked at me and all the air left my lungs. “Don’t think I’ve finished with you, sub. There’s a reason I got you to have a nap this afternoon and it’s not because I’m planning to let you sleep. You got a nice reward for your behavior and now it’s time I claimed mine.”

He was as good as his word and soon, I forgot all about Isabel and the text. Soon I forgot about everything.

Everything except him.

20

Tennyson

Despite her nap in the afternoon, the little sub fell asleep quickly after I’d given her a third orgasm. I left her to sleep in my bed while I went into the living room and poured myself a scotch.

I couldn’t settle and there was a reason. It was sitting on the coffee table right now. Her phone.

I held onto my tumbler of scotch, sipping slowly, staring at the damn thing. There was no point picking it up because I wouldn’t be able to get into it, but I hadn’t missed the name of the person she’d been texting when I’d come back from the bathroom.