I’m right here, on the sweetest edge for him. His control. His words. His touch. “Yes.” I gasp, my tensed legs shaking so hard.
“Then say what we are together, Alena,” he demands, probing my wet entrance. “Say how I’ll make you do every dirty-girl thing for me. Every hole. Every place. Everyone watching. Say it. What’s mysub’sname?”
Sub. Dom. Dirty. Pleasure. Kink. Coming. Finally.“Babygirl. Oh god, Loch, I’m your Babygirl.” The chains on my body snap, and I buck, convulsing, falling over my edge with a blinding, white-light orgasm.
“Yes, my dirty girl,” he praises the sight of making me come. I’m shuddering with back-breaking pleasure, wet lust soaking my thighs.
I don’t know how long it lasts before Loch kisses my huffing lips. “See? You’re more than one person, too, aren’t you, Alena? Secretly, you like being dirty, and I love making you do it. Is that who we are together?”
“Yes.” Why am I fighting tears? Happy ones? I don’t know. I just feel free.
He nuzzles my nose. “We’re definitely something special together?”
“Yes.” They fall from my eyes.
He sees them, softly kissing where they wet my hair. “Then you’re mine, Babygirl. Say it, Alena.”
“Yes. Yes, I’m yours.”
Did I ever have a choice? Not when Fate put the perfect man beside me, holding me, promising to never leave me.
He releases his control. Pulling back, he lets me breathe. “The Dom-and-sub part. It’s about consent and trust. Pleasure and control. Is that what you want, too?”
I nod, panting, not needing to be sure what it will mean; I just wanthim. More ofhim. Now.
I watch him read it in the flutter of my eyelashes.Good god, how does he do it?
Tugging on my waistband, his eyes ignite, his erection soaring under his sweatpants. “You want me to eat your pussy? You want me to make you squirt in my mouth until my cock is ready to come on your cunt and then I’ll eat it again? Is that what you want? Say, ‘Yes, Sir.’”
“Oh my god. Yes, Sir.” My eyes roll, not believing I’m this lucky. That I have a man like Loch, wanting to eat my pussy, covered in his cum, and I’ll let him.
I’ll let him do anything to me.
He kisses me, pulling down my sweatpants, starting to expose my drenched sex, excitement buzzing through me… but so does my phone.
Suddenly, it chimes in my backpack on the floor.
I flinch to answer it, but he growls over my lips. “Leave it. You need to come for me again.”
Hell, yes, I do, but… “That’s the boss. That’s his ringtone.”
Loch lifts from our kiss, rasping, “He can wait.”
The phone chimes again.
“No, Paul’s calling to check on me. If I don’t answer, he’ll drive up here and bust us. He lives just down the mountain.”
Loch falls back, flopping onto the bed with a frustrated groan. It’s kinda cute as I crawl over him, craving his tented sweatpants and the dark drops on them.
I grab my phone. “Morning, boss.”Please, don’t let me sound orgasmic.
Standing on wobbly knees, I watch Loch, shamelessly staring at me with his erection while I get a lecture from our head ranger. “Yes, sir. I’m fine… I know… Just wanted to get her to safety… Oh… Thank you. Yeah, uh, I understand. But—” I nod. “Okay, if you insist.”
My heart rate skyrockets at his next question.
“Uh, no. I haven’t seen Waring.” The boss asks me about Loch. “Yes, sir. And… Thanks, Paul. I just want to make sure she’s okay. You’ll tell me if you hear something, right?”
With the mention of Sasha, Loch’s arousal evaporates with mine. I end the call, telling him, “We’ve been ordered to take two paid days off. He’s about to call you, so answer.”
