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  “If you want to come, you have to ask my permission.”

  Even through his pants her nails raked his calf. “Please let me come—sir.”

  His cock nearly busted through his zipper. He gritted his teeth and fought for control. Hottest scene ever.

  He pushed inside her, and circled her clit with his thumb. She bucked, and he cupped her ass with his free hand.

  She gave a strangled sob as her orgasm rolled through her. He imagined his cock deep inside her as she convulsed around him, as she milked him for everything he had.

  Sweat trickled along the back of his neck. His heart pounded against his ribs. Finally she sagged over his lap, and his fingers slipped from her slick heat.

  He clutched her ass and her thigh and battled the primitive urge to order her onto her hands and knees while he took her from behind.

  I’m in control. He closed his eyes and sucked in a jagged breath.

  She needed him. And that was all that mattered.

  Chapter Five

  Ella slowly unclenched her fingers from around Alex’s ankle. Her ass was on fire and her body was one big limp rag of post-orgasmic bliss.

  And that’s something I’ve never thought before.

  She guessed she really should stand up, or say something. But there was no way her legs were going to do anything normal like move, and what the hell could she say to him after what they’d just done?

  Thank you?

  His arm pressed against the small of her back, and his other hand was slowly caressing her shaking thigh. She shifted on his lap. Her arms were going dead. And he can see my naked ass.

  It was a stupid thought. But as the seconds slid by and he did nothing more than trail his fingers over her body, the thought of her bare butt consumed her.

  Is he waiting for me to say it’s okay to have sex now? Was that how it worked? She thought he’d just go ahead and do whatever he wanted. Wasn’t that what Doms did?

  “I’m going to lay you on the bed now,” he said. “You okay to move?”

  “Uh, sure.” So long as he didn’t want her flat on her back. She wasn’t sure her butt could take it yet. She inched off his lap, relieved he didn’t let go of her. Falling at his feet right now would not be a good look.

  Before she got her shit together, he swung her up into his arms. She clutched onto his shoulders as he strode across the room. Another fantasy comes true. And she hadn’t even told him about this one.

  He laid her face down on a bed. And a horrible thought hit her. As he turned away from her she grabbed his hand. “Is anyone watching us?” It was a reedy whisper.

  He crouched down so she could see his face. God, he was gorgeous. The burn from her butt spread to between her thighs, where she was still recovering from that incredible orgasm.

  “No.” He smiled at her, but it looked a bit strained. “You’re all mine tonight. The ceiling’s closed.”

  With that, he gently untangled her fingers and disappeared.

  The ceiling’s closed? What the hell did that mean? She squinted at the ceiling but it looked completely normal to her. Well, except for the fact it was covered with silvery drapes. And I’m in a four-poster bed…

  He sat by her knees. “Your ass is so pretty. All pink from my hand.”

  Holy hell. That was hot. “Stings like fuck,” she said. “Don’t know how I’m going to sit down at work tomorrow.”

  “Not something you want to do again?” He stroked her butt with something cool and soothing¸ and she groaned in bliss.

  “Didn’t say that.” She forced open her eyes so she could see him. “God, that’s so good. What’re you doing?”

  Whatever it was she never wanted him to stop.

  “Looking after you.” He flashed her a grin.

  She wriggled under his touch. If he kept this up she was going to come again. Please don’t stop.

  He crawled up the bed and lay beside her, his head propped up on his fist. She eased onto her side so they were facing each other. “You make the sexiest little gasps when you come, Ella.”

  Her face heated. I’m blushing. Again. Even Alex had never managed to make her blush…until tonight.

  “That’s…uh…” Stuttering as well?

  “Next time you come for me I’m going to be buried deep inside you. Just so you know.”

  No stuttering this time. She was speechless.

  He traced a finger along the ties of her corset. “And you’re going to be naked.”

  Her head throbbed. It was hard to think when all she could imagine was having him buried deep inside her.

  And then, through the thick fog of lust, it suddenly hit her.

  He hadn’t come.

  She reached out, and without even searching her palm connected with his impressive erection. Oh yeah. Electric tremors rippled through her as she measured his length. Why’s he still dressed?

  His hand clamped over hers. “What did I tell you?” There was an edge in his voice.

  “That I’m going to be naked.”

  “No. You can only touch me when I give you permission.”

  Huh, what?

  “Really?” She thought that was before. Then again, this was still before for him. Poor guy was probably in agony. Was it wrong that she found that kind of thrilling?

  “Yeah, really.” He didn’t seem in any hurry to force her hand away from his cock, though. “Guess I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

  Her insides went all liquidy at the idea. “Punish me?” She sounded like she couldn’t wait. “Are you serious?”

  “Don’t worry. I won’t touch your ass.”

  She hadn’t been worried about that at all. Although come to think of it…

  “What do you mean by punish me?”

  He pressed her hand on the bed between them and unlaced the ties of her corset, just enough so her breasts popped free. Heat spread through her as he circled a nipple.

  “Need to make sure you can’t touch what you’re not allowed.”

  Sure, whatever. She arched her back so Alex had better access to her breasts, and then of course he stopped.

  He left the bed and looked down at her. He was all dark and smoldering, and the way his shirt hung open, showing off his fantastically toned body, was triple R-rated.

  Mesmerized, she watched him slowly pull his shirt off his powerful arms and toss it across the end of the bed. He kicked off his shoes and then, as though he had all the time in the world, unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants off.

  Yes. Yes. Her desperate gaze fixed on the mouth-watering bulge beneath his boxer briefs. Sure she’d seen him plenty of times at the beach and swimming but he’d never had a hard-on before.

  She clutched the sheet as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and eased the tight material over his erection. Her breath strangled in her throat.

  He’s freaking beautiful.

  He tossed his socks along with his briefs and then leisurely slid his fist along his cock. Is he going to jerk off in front of me? She was torn between the shocking possibility of him doing just that, and wanting him to make good on his promise of burying himself deep inside her.

  He cupped his balls. She couldn’t drag her gaze away. No guy had ever done anything like this in front of her before. It had always been a mad rush to get down and dirty.

  “You enjoying this?” His voice was low and husky and so damn sexy she got wet all over again.

  “Yeah.” She wanted to crawl across the floor to him on her knees and wrap her hands around his length. “You’re gorgeous.”

  His hands stilled. She managed to drag her gaze up from his groin and caught the grin on his face. “Flattery isn’t going to get you out of what’s coming. But don’t let that stop you.”

  “So long as you’re the one doing the coming. I feel bad just lying here enjoying the show.” Bit of a lie. She was having too much fun to feel bad about not doing anything.

  “Trust me, you don’t need to feel bad. You’ve been amazing, Ella.
And we haven’t finished yet.”

  Ella smiled, and he tightened his grip on his dick. With her cute boots, sexy stockings and tits spilling out of her corset, she was everything he’d ever dreamed of. And that was before he took into account the perfection of her spanked ass.

  He knelt on the end of the bed and tugged off her boots. She sighed and rolled onto her stomach and it took every last ounce of willpower he had not to shove a pillow under her hips and just sink into her soft heat.

  He gritted his teeth and peeled her stockings down her legs.

  “I didn’t know this is how it worked.” She stretched her arms over her head, and gripped the pillow. At least she’s getting into the right position. He was too damn hard to laugh. “I thought you’d just kind of sit back and issue orders.”

  He gave a grunt of laughter. And it damn well hurt. “Sometimes I do. Depends how I feel.” He straddled her hips, careful not to touch her tender butt, and loosened the rest of her corset lacings. “Lift up so I can pull this off.”

  She pushed herself up without a murmur and he bit back a smile. Even when he did issue orders, she didn’t seem to notice.

  “I thought it was all about the whips and chains.”

  He ran his hand along Ella’s naked back. “I’ve never been into that scene.”

  She stretched, like a satisfied cat. Control…

  “I like what you’re into.”

  He backed up, and opened the chest at the foot of the bed. “Don’t move,” he ordered, when she pushed up on her hands to see what he was doing. With a soft huff, she sank back down.

  “Hurry up, Alex. I’m dying here.”

  He found the soft leather cuffs he’d been searching for and glanced back at her. For the last year since he’d become part owner of Excalibur, none of the women he’d hooked up with had been as mouthy as Ella. They knew the rules, and he wasn’t interested in brats.

  Then again, none of them had been Ella. He’d always known she’d be different.

  Different is good.

  He crawled up the bed again, cradling her back with his thighs, and dangled the cuffs in front of her nose. “These’ll teach you to keep your hands to yourself.”

  Her mouth dropped open. She couldn’t take her eyes off the cuffs. Was she going to call it quits? He didn’t usually give his subs this much choice, but the others knew the score. This was all new to her. He didn’t want to push her too far too soon.

  Admit it. You don’t want to push her away.

  “You’re going to handcuff me?”

  “Yeah.” He fixed one cuff on her right wrist. She stared at it as if she couldn’t believe her eyes.

  “Can I get out of them if I want to?”

  “Not unless I unlock them first.”

  Her fingers twitched. “Umm…”

  He leaned over her, pressing his body against her back. For a second he forgot everything but the feel of her warm flesh, and how great she felt against his throbbing cock.

  “Trust me,” he whispered against her ear.

  She shuddered, and her surrender rippled through her.

  “I do.”

  Sweetest words ever.

  He cuffed her other wrist and fastened the long leather strap to one of the iron wall rings behind the bed. She wrapped her fingers around the strap and gave it a tug.

  So fucking hot. He wanted her so bad it was hard to think.

  Concentrate. He worked his way along her back, his mouth tasting and fingers teasing. She writhed beneath him, and her soft moans were a form of torture he’d never experienced before.

  “Up on your knees.”

  She wriggled around for a few moments, and finally managed to figure out how to brace her weight on her arms. He grabbed a condom and rolled it on, all without taking his fascinated gaze from the gorgeous vision before him.

  He fisted his hands and took a deep breath. Slow down. His muscles locked as he fought the primal urge to take her, right now, and to hell with all his self-imposed rules.

  Those rules were his life.

  He teased her with his fingers, and her soft moans and the way she pulled on her restraints pushed him close to the edge. Her legs began shake, and as her orgasm hit he pushed into her slick heat.

  And forgot how to breathe.

  She was so tight, and her climax blew his mind. He cupped her breasts and pounded into her, and her hoarse scream tipped him over.

  He gripped her hips and sucked in harsh breaths that burned his lungs. All he wanted to do was collapse on top of her. He remained rigid as she turned boneless and buried her face in the pillow.

  Slowly he relaxed his grip and lowered her hips to the bed. It was an effort not to just pull her into his arms and to hell with cleaning up.

  But it was all part of who he was.

  Seconds later he lay beside her. He could only see the side of her face. “Look at me.” It was a soft command.

  She turned toward him. She looked completely shattered. Satisfaction speared through him. “Hey,” she said, sounding exhausted. “Just so you know, that was the best sex ever.”

  Chapter Six

  Alex gave the slow, sexy grin that she’d fallen for at the age of twelve. Three months later he’d been thrown into juvie, and when he came out it had been a long time before she saw that smile again.

  But she’d never forgotten it. And now he was aiming it at her.

  “So you like being tied up as well.” He sounded well satisfied. She tugged on the leather thong as a reminder that she was still cuffed. Not that she minded. It was hot in fact. But her arms were going numb.

  Obviously I need more practice.

  “I guess you don’t like being the one tied up?”

  He gave her another lazy smile. She couldn’t remember him ever being this laid-back before.

  That’s what mind blowing sex does for you. It was good to know he’d been as affected as her.

  “What do you think?” He reached over her head and released the strap from the wall ring.

  “I guess not.” She wriggled until her arms were between them. He made no move to unfasten the cuffs. He draped his arm over her shoulder and stroked her back. Most guys just wanted to roll over and fall asleep after sex. Tonight was one amazing revelation after another. She glided her fingers over his chest, half expecting him to stop her.

  He didn’t.

  “You’re handling this better than I expected.”

  Her fingers stilled. Was that a compliment or insult? She couldn’t make up her mind. “What do you mean?”

  “You’re not freaking out.”

  If it weren’t too much effort, she would’ve frowned. But his fingers playing along her back were like mini orgasms and she wasn’t going to risk stopping that.

  “Did you really think I would?” She tweaked his nipple and he gave a satisfied grunt and pulled her closer. Ha. So he likes being touched after he’s gotten off.

  “Hoped not.”

  She snuggled closer. This was better than all her dreams rolled into one. “Glad I didn’t disappoint.”

  “No chance of that.” His gorgeous brown eyes hypnotized her. It took her a couple of seconds to realize what was different.

  His usual shuttered look was missing.

  Does he always look this way after sex? Probably. But she’d pretend it was only with her.

  “Are you going to take these off me?” She flattened her hands against his chest. The handcuffs were nothing like she’d imagined. They were soft against her skin and a real turn-on. Then again, she’d been thinking along the lines of cold metallic police cuffs when she thought of restraints.

  “Haven’t decided yet. I like seeing you in them.”

  She liked them too. That wasn’t why she wanted him to take them off her. “But I want to hold you properly.”

  He gave a huff of laughter. But instead of unlocking them, or telling her she wasn’t allowed to hold him, he gripped her wrist, dipped his head, and looped her arms around his neck.

 
; Their bodies were plastered together. She let out a ragged breath. “Okay, this can work.”

  “Yeah. I reckon.”

  She had the strangest feeling he was talking about more than just the way they were holding each other. An insane grin spread across her face. He’s not saying what I want him to. She wasn’t going to jump to the conclusion that he wanted them to be a couple or something.

  Not yet anyway. Screw the whole “one night would be enough” shit. She wanted a lot more than that. The good thing was, it seemed he might, too.

  He won’t if I can’t wipe this crazy look off my face. She struggled to think of something to say that had nothing to do with them starting a relationship. “This doesn’t look anything like a dungeon.”

  His body shook with silent laughter. “That’s because it isn’t a dungeon.”

  She peered over his shoulder, genuinely interested in the room now rather than just using it as a change of subject. It wasn’t that big, but like the passageways, the walls were exposed brickwork, and the odd looking chairs and the chest against the far wall were made of mahogany. “Wow. It’s like a medieval castle.”

  The four-poster bed should’ve given her a clue it wasn’t supposed to be a dungeon. But she hadn’t bothered looking around before. She’d been a bit tied up.

  “Something like that.” His fingers drifted down to the small of her back and for a second she tensed. But he didn’t go any lower and she slowly relaxed. Although she had to admit, her ass didn’t feel sore as much as all tingly and kind of…naughty.

  “Oh.” The penny finally dropped. “King Arthur, huh? Where’s the round table?”

  “Not in here. It’s in one of the public areas. And I’m not having you on it.”

  She’d been joking about the table. The fact it existed was kind of exciting. “Why not?”

  “Because I don’t want people watching when I fuck you.”

  Now she was really curious. “Is that just me, or don’t you ever have sex in public?”

  “Do you always talk this much in bed?”

  I never talk in bed. And it wasn’t just because the guy was usually snoring by now. “I’ve never been in a four-poster before. Or a sex club.” I’ve never been in bed with you before.