“You, Master. ”
“That’s right, kitten, I’m your Master now. This body is mine to use as I wish. ” He moved even closer behind her and she felt him through the thin cloth. “Keep your eyes on the mirror. ”
She found herself unable to do anything else as he slipped the material down farther and her br**sts came in view. His hands cupped her and she watched him pinch and tease her nipples. A moan left her lips as he rolled them between his thumb and fingers.
She didn’t realize she’d closed her eyes until he bit her shoulder. “Watch. ”
Her eyes flew open in time to watch the black cloth fall to the ground. She didn’t close her eyes again, but instead watched as he claimed every part of her body with his touch and kiss. While his hands explored her belly, his lips ran over her back, dipping low to kiss the curve of her bottom.
He worked his way down her body before starting back up. When he stood behind her again, he kicked her legs apart and slapped her ass. “Keep your eyes on mine, kitten. Watch me claim what’s mine. ”
His fingers slipped between her legs and pushed inside. “Every part of you. Your sighs, your moans, your very breath. ”
Under his intense gaze, she almost wavered, but she refocused on him instead of her unease. She found if she kept her mind on him, it was easier to meet his gaze.
“That’s it,” he said, and she swore his eyes darkened.
To have him touching her so intimately while she watched was intensely erotic. He knew her body so well. Knew just how to touch and for how long to take her just to the brink without taking her over.
“Keep watching,” he said, coming to her side and turning her so their profiles were reflected.
She gasped in surprise as he pulled her against him and lifted her right leg. Positioned as they were, he was poised just at her entrance. He teased her, all the while looking deeply into her eyes. Just when she thought he’d enter her, he pulled back.
“Beg. ”
It was almost too much, the combination of his ruthless gaze and his command of her body. From the corner of her
eye she saw his collar and its meaning struck her anew as did his previous words. She was claimed and as she stood, balanced between need and want, she recalled what Dena once said about the right Dom.
“Please, Master. ”
His gaze never wavered. “Please, Master, what?”
“Please, Master, make me fly. ”
An animalistic growl was his only reply when he finally took her. And as he roughly drove them both to an unparalleled pleasure and later, when he carried her up the stairs to his room and made tender love to her, she knew she was finally free.
EPILOGUE
Dena walked to her car, Jeff at her side, having just left Daniel and Julie’s collaring ceremony.
“They’re good together,” she said. “I think they’ll be really happy. ”
Jeff didn’t say anything. Ever since they’d played together months ago, he’d been even more withdrawn, more silent, more absent than before. Anger she could handle. It was the apathy that left her bewildered.
“I wish Cole could have been here. He’ll hate he missed it,” she tried again.
Still nothing.
“You going to say something or just pretend like I don’t exist?”
They’d made it to her car. Jeff’s scowl would have frozen most people in their tracks.
She put her hands on her hips. “You forget that look stopped working on me years ago. ”
“Dena, stop. ”
“Ah, he speaks. ”
“Sarcasm never was one of your more attractive traits. ”
She flinched. She’d forgotten how deeply his words could cut. “What happened to the man who held me so tenderly and kissed me with such passion?”
He shook his head. “Let’s not rehash this. We’re not good. Good in the playroom? Yes. But outside, we just hurt each other. ” Grief etched his expression. “And I love you too much to hurt you anymore. ”