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  Without a chance for her to respond or anticipate his next move, he pushed back on her bound thighs and lifted her bottom. He spanked her with ten hard swats on each cheek, causing her to moan deliciously. Before she could catch up, he thrust two fingers into her slick heat, and Presley’s eyes went huge. She grasped the bedsheet below. “Oh!”

  Her inner walls clamped against him as he finger-fucked her, and her body jerked and bucked within the restraints. After a few determined thrusts, the woman blew wide open, and her screams drifted over him in a heat wave.

  Once her roars of pleasure became whimpers, he eased off his thrusts, and her pussy convulsed in waves around his fingers. He allowed her to bask in the aftereffects of her orgasm, but her musk thick in his nostrils made him impatient.

  When her heavy pants shifted to deep sighs, she opened her eyes to him, and she had never looked so beautiful. Her glossy gaze and messy hair, all bound up for his pleasure, mesmerized him.

  She licked her lips. “Wow . . . sir.”

  He grinned with evil intent. “Sub, you speak as if I’m finished.” With his free hand, he smacked her bottom, a hard hit that stung his hand, and at the same moment, he thrust his fingers into her slick heat with brutal force. Tremors rocked through her, and she sucked in a huge deep breath. Then she screamed a sound every Dom loved: total freedom and absolute loss of control.

  Her tight cunt convulsed around his fingers, and his palm was drenched in her sweet honey. Three more hard jerks of her body erupted before her inner muscles released their tight hold on his fingers and she became lax.

  He removed his fingers and pulled himself closer to her bottom, pressing his thighs against her sweet little ass. His heavy erection settled onto her backside and throbbed. Christ, he wanted to take her. His cock ached, especially when he gazed down at his collar on her neck. Trailing his fingertips along the back of her silky thighs, he waited her out.

  When she finally acknowledged his presence again by opening her dark, seductive eyes, he said, “You have a choice, Presley. Would you prefer me to wear a condom?”

  “I . . .” She exhaled as if her breath were lost to her, and sweat beaded her top lip. “I have an IUD.”

  He inclined his head in approval; he’d never doubted she’d be on some form of birth control. Presley was too much of a good girl not to be responsible. “I was tested two months ago—as part of the dungeon’s rules for quarterly examinations—and I haven’t engaged in unsafe intercourse in a very long time, doll. I am clean.”

  Her cheeks flushed. “No condom, sir.”

  “Very nice.” His greedy dick twitched in agreement. “I want to feel all of you.” He fisted his rock-hard cock and pressed the tip to her slit. “Breathe in, doll, I’m going to stretch you wide.”

  She inhaled, and he shifted his hips forward. Her tight heat fought to accept him, her eyebrows furrowed, and her teeth bit down on her bottom lip. He managed to slide halfway into her warm passage, but when he pushed the thicker part of his cock into her, she whimpered.

  He stilled, allowing her to become accustomed to his size. Damn, she was impressively tight. Even if it’d been months since she was with Steven, her ex-boyfriend had to have been small, and didn’t that fuel the man inside of Dmitri?

  Once her whines lessened, he shifted forward, adding more pressure, and her eyes screwed shut as pain rippled across her features. He moved slowly, applying saliva to his fingers and rubbing it on his cock for further lubrication. While he would be gentle, she would also accept him, and he continued to push through her tightness until his pelvis pressed against her ass.

  “There you go, doll, you’ve survived.”

  When her eyes opened to him, her cheeks were flushed a beautiful rose, and he winked. “Thought you wouldn’t be able to take me, didn’t you?”

  Presley’s fingers were tangled in the bedsheets as she glanced down between their bodies. “I had serious doubts.” He withdrew to the tip, then he pushed inside her, and she squeaked. “Sir, I still do!”

  He quickened his thrusts, not slamming into her but fast shifts of his hips warming her up. The feel of her slick heat wrapped around him like a damn vise, making him doubt his ability to hold his orgasm before he managed to get her to welcome him. In and out, he worked her sweet body, demanding that she accept him.

  Lowering his thumb to her clit, he swirled the bud and groaned as she tightened around his shaft. Her pupils were dark and delicious, her lips parted, and staring at this beauty brought warmth into his heart.

  While he didn’t mind her gripping the bedsheets to survive, he craved intimacy. “Put your hands on me. I want to make love to you, doll.”

  In a second flat, her hands came up to his shoulders as if she had craved the contact yet waited for his command to allow her the right. Her fingers skimmed over his back, chest, and arms, exploring him. “You feel so good, sir.”

  “As do you, love.”

  With her touch simmering across his flesh, he thrust his hips forward, pushing himself inside her all the way to the hilt. “Perfect little cunt, Presley—all tight around me and so wet on my cock.”

  The naughty words had the desired effect, moistening her further. He lowered his head to steal a kiss, and her soft moan brushed over his lips. His movements were easier now, and he groaned against her mouth at how his cock slipped in and out with ease.

  Placing his hand under her bottom, he angled her up and thrust in with sharp, hard pumps. Her tight center clamped around his engorged cock, nearly making him cross-eyed. With each forceful thrust, the sounds coming from her mouth were new. He loved that about Presley, how each new pleasure she discovered brought new responses.

  He increased his speed and forced all his strength upon her, and she had no choice but to scream against his commanding thrusts, no other option than to welcome his claim to own her. He gritted his teeth, using the power behind his muscles to pleasure his woman.

  Her eyes had widened, tears were leaking from the corners, and her mouth was parted as screams ripped from her throat. Her cheeks were flushed deep in color as his pelvis banged against her sexy ass. Then those pretty screams cut off, and the contractions around his cock implored him as her lustful gaze pulled at his release.

  He slammed forward and reached into her very center before he slid out slowly, only to thrust back in a hard smack. As the tantalizing scent of sex consumed him, he continued to torment her, and she went wild beneath him.

  “Master . . .” Her head whipped from side to side, and her pussy became a clamp on his cock. “May I come for you?”

  He thrust his hips forward in a powerful attack, and her uncontrolled shrieks drifted around him and sounded like the sweetest music to his ears. He pinched her nipple tight, making her jerk. “Oh. My. God,” she screamed.

  Her other taut nipple begged for his mouth, so he treated himself and bit down on the erect bud. Arching her back, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. He loved how crazed he made her.

  After a deep suck on a tight bud, she scratched his back—the burn indicating she’d likely drawn blood—and he stilled. Her pussy pulsated around his cock—so tight that his own release would blind him—but he craved to watch her explode.

  He caressed her swollen clit, and she vibrated against him in her sexy way. Her inner muscles milked at his shaft to send her over the edge, and his stomach clenched, waves of hot pleasure engulfing him.

  Dmitri couldn’t wait any longer. With thrusts he suspected she thought she could never survive, he drove into her relentlessly, savagely. His primal need to claim and possess her forced him to ignore the strain of his muscles, and he fucked her in a way that would leave a lasting impression.

  “Come for me.”

  Her lips parted wide, face flushed so deep in color, eyes went remarkably huge, and her breath cut off. It pleased him he’d given her permission because her orgasm rocked her so hard, his climax rose without warning.

  She writhed beneath him with such a powerful force th
at her center spasmed on his cock with incredibly hard contractions, which brought forth his orgasm with a speed and intensity he hadn’t anticipated. Heat flooded his groin, and his balls tightened up close to his body.

  The fury of pleasure rushing through his veins seized his muscles, and as his semen exploded out of his cock, his strength vanished. He dropped down on top of her with a loud roar as he bucked and quivered, spilling himself inside her. Each squeeze of her pussy massaged his cock until she’d greedily taken every last drop of cum he offered.

  Not until she squirmed beneath him and laughed softly did any part of his mind return; nor did he possess the strength to move off her. His head was buried in her neck, and he leaned to the side to kiss her sweaty flesh.

  “Wow,” she muttered.

  He chuckled, rose up on his hands, and looked down at the well-used woman. Her hair was a mess, cheeks bright red, eyes glossy, and he had found heaven. “As I’ve told you before, compliments from a sub are always welcomed.” He shifted off her, removed the rope in haste from her thighs, then dropped it to the floor.

  Presley hadn’t moved, boneless, and he liked her that way: exhausted, fully satisfied, and drenched in sweat. After he gave both of her thighs a good rubdown to get her circulation moving again, he slumped down on his back. He tucked her into his side, slowing his breath and settling his racing heartbeat.

  Silence.

  He allowed the quiet while they both recovered. However, once he’d caught his breath and his heart wasn’t pounding, he placed his forefinger under her chin to get her attention. He needed to settle one more thing before he drifted off to sleep, which would no doubt happen in minutes. “In the morning, we’ll get your things and move you in here.”

  Her lips parted, though only a whisper of breath escaped.

  After a long moment, she blinked and said, “I’m happy you want this with me.” A sweet smile curved the corners of her mouth, and her eyes twinkled. “Even though I think it’s a bit strange that you never . . . um . . . asked me if I wanted to be this committed to you.”

  Sliding his hand down her drenched thigh, he smacked her sweet ass. “I want to wake up together, see you off to work, eat meals with you, and kiss you good night. Most of all”—he lifted his head off the pillow, finding himself lost in her pretty eyes—“I want to command your submission whenever it pleases me.” He brushed over the spot he swatted, and at her quiver, he smiled. “Yes, Presley, you want that too, don’t you?”

  Not waiting for her response, he shut his eyes, grinning and enjoying her reeling mind. Nothing needed to be explained or talked over. He wouldn’t have suggested the move if he hadn’t believed she wanted it as well, but clearly, the manner he’d done it bothered her. Not like he cared.

  To ensure she was always taken care of . . .

  Yeah, he wanted that.

  Another long few minutes passed, and she still hadn’t settled against him. He peeked open an eye, lowered his voice. “Where will you be in the morning, doll?”

  Happy tears filled her warm eyes, and she snuggled her head into his shoulder. “In your arms, sir.”

  Acknowledgments

  I can’t say enough about my editor, Sue Grimshaw. Her support of this book made me giddy and made me work hard to get it just right. Her advice taught me something new, and she helped me bring the characters to life. Thanks for everything, Sue!

  To my agent, Jessica Alvarez, who dealt with my ups and downs through the submission process. For that alone, she deserves an award. Jessica, you totally rock! She’s the calm one in this relationship. I depend on her, and she never lets me down or steers me wrong. I’m so glad to have you on my side, Jessica!

  Thank you to Lauren Ruth, who was the first person to read the story. It was her suggestion that solved a problem I knew was there, but couldn’t see.

  A big shout-out to Gina Gordon and Sara Brookes, who listened to me while I struggled in the early stages of writing the story. This book caused migraines and hissy fits, and Gina and Sara never turned away while I had my mini-breakdowns. My sanity wouldn’t have lasted without you two. Your friendship and shoulders to lean on are so appreciated.

  To my best friend, Tanya Mueller, for being so cool about me using bits and pieces of her personality as inspiration for Presley’s character. I luv ya!

  And to everyone at Loveswept and Random House, thank you for giving me a new home. I’m very grateful.

  Bio

  Stacey Kennedy is an urban fantasy lover at heart, but she also enjoys losing herself in dark and sensual worlds. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband, who gave her a happily- ever-after. Together, they have two small children who can always make her smile and who will never be allowed to read Mommy’s books. If she’s not plugging away at a new story, you’ll find her camping, curling up with the latest flick, or obsessing over Supernatural, Sons of Anarchy, and Game of Thrones.