I don’t need further encouragement. I finally indulge myself, slowly exploring the swells of his corded muscles. They flex and bulge beneath my tender, reverent touch, as though he’s under some unseen strain.
His hands massage my shoulders, and I tip my head back on a low moan of pure contentment.
His mouth crushes to mine, and he devours the sound of my raw pleasure. Our tongues tangle in a heated duel, each of us fighting to prove how much we want the other.
In the end, he fists my hair, and he wrenches my head back to expose my throat. His teeth graze the line of my vulnerable artery before sinking into the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
Pain blooms beneath his possessive bite, but my core pulses with lust. I can’t help pressing my hips to his thigh in a wanton attempt to stimulate myself.
I remember the way he commanded me to rub against his leg last night while he fucked my mouth. My cheeks heat with delicious shame and arousal. I marvel that this man can use me like his personal fucktoy but also make me feel utterly safe and cherished.
“Is my pet horny?” he murmurs against my throat, soothing away his bite with a flick of his tongue.
“Yes,” I whine, griding myself against him. I’m his needy pet, his plaything. And I’m eager for more of his cruel passion.
He pinches my nipple in sharp reprimand, and I cry out.
“Is that how you address me when we’re together like this?” he drawls.
“Master,” I say quickly. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Better,” he allows, brushing a doting kiss over my cheek. “I’ll tame your mouth again if I have to, but I want your cunt today.”
I swallow hard and tip my head back, meeting his sparking eyes. “I want that too. I want you, Dane. My Master.”
My hand trails over his rippling abs, but before my fingers reach his hard cock, he grasps my wrist to stop me.
“I’m not nearly finished playing with you, pet. I won’t be done with you for a long time. You’ll be weeping for me by the time I finally fuck you.”
My stomach flips—equal parts trepidation and lust.
He traces the shape of my parted lips before capturing me in a quick, fierce kiss. Then he pulls both of us under the cascade of water so that the last of the soap is washed from our bodies.
He turns off the shower and leads me onto the heated tiles. Even his towels are expensive, white and fluffy as clouds. He wraps me in one and insists on drying me off himself rather than allowing me to do it. He’s almost fanatical about taking care of me, just as he vowed to do when he signed our contract.
The fact that we both agreed to this in writing allows me to give myself permission to just enjoy being with him. I don’t have to stand on my own two feet. I don’t have to insist that I can take care of myself. Dane knows I’m capable, but he wants it to be this way between us.
And leaning on him for support feels so good after years of bearing the burden of making my way alone through sheerstubbornness. I feel so free with Dane as my master that I don’t stop to think about how I signed away my freedom when I gave myself to him.
When he’s satisfied that I’m thoroughly dry except for my damp hair, he suddenly fists the wet locks. Little prickles of pain dance over my scalp as he pulls me down, forcing me into my knees.
“Crawl for me, pet.”
Lust washes through me in a storm-tossed wave, a wild, undulating desire that makes my inner muscles clench and my clit pulse.
I release a soft moan at the intense hit of bliss and drop onto my elbows, eagerly complying with his degrading demand.
He keeps his grip on my hair as he takes a step forward, using the long strands as a leash to pull me alongside him.
The tiles are hard but warm beneath my knees, and they quickly give way to plush carpet.
My mind goes serenely blank as he leads me into the bedroom, keeping my head high with his ruthless hold on my hair.
I’m panting by the time we reach the bed, even though it took less than a minute to cross the space. Being on my knees before my master feels right, and I revel in the release of surrendering control to him.
I’ve only ever known this wild, erotic abandon with Dane, and I never want it to end.
Suddenly, I’m in his arms. For a moment, I’m safely nestled against his hard chest. Then he drops me. My shriek of alarm almost immediately morphs into a giddy laugh when my back hits the soft mattress.
