She looked down to find him watching her, his eyes dark, his face covered in her juices. It was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. “I’m so close, Sir.”

  “Tell me what you want.” He bit down on her clit, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure right where she needed it most.

  “More. Please, Sir. Just more.”

  Then she felt vibrations insider her. She fisted the sheet and arched her back.

  He draped a hand over her stomach, holding her in place as he fucked her with the vibrating dildo and continued to put pressure on her clit with his tongue. That was all it took. She went flying.

  ***

  Ali lay naked on his bed, her dark hair spread out on his pillow. He felt as if he were dreaming, but the taste of her on his lips was too real.

  He crawled up her body until his face was even with hers. Her chest rose and fell with exaggerated breaths from her orgasm. So many times he wondered what it would be like to watch her come undone—to see her body flush as her climax took hold of her. It was a moment he’d never forget.

  She gazed up at him and smiled, sending a mixture of warmth, arousal, and guilt mixing in his gut. This was so wrong, but he wanted it. Had wanted it for a long time. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart.”

  Her smile grew wider. “May I touch you, Sir?”

  He shouldn’t allow her to touch him. It would be easier if she didn’t. But heaven help him, he wanted her to touch him. “You may.”

  Ali rested one hand on his back. She glided the other up his chest in a move that felt way too sensual than it should have. He captured her mouth with his, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

  Her soft moans had his cock begging to get free. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her inner muscles gripping him.

  Cupping her ass with one hand, he hiked her leg over his hip and pressed his erection against her core. He ground his cock against her, needing some relief.

  Her fingers grazed the waistband of his pants. She lingered near the clasp, silently asking for permission since he currently had her mouth occupied. Then she brushed her fingers against the head of his cock, and he lost his conviction to not let this go any farther. He released the button on his slacks and guided her hand beneath the fabric.

  Ali covered his erection with her palm and then gave it a little squeeze. He jerked his hips and released a tortured moan. If she kept doing that, he wasn’t going to make it inside her.

  Breaking the kiss, he rolled off her, putting a little distance between them. She met his gaze, question in her eyes.

  Daniel tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Undress me.”

  She sat up, her tits bouncing as she moved, drawing his attention. The urge to suck on them again had him leaning forward and capturing one of her nipples in his mouth as he moved her to sit astride him. Her fingers faltered as she tried to unbutton his shirt, but he didn’t relent. How had he gone so long without touching her like this?

  He caressed her left breast as he continued to suck on her right. It was making it slow going as far as undressing him went, but he wasn’t complaining. Her reactions were worth the snail's pace. Every time he’d nip at her nipple, she closed her eyes and let out a moan that went straight to his cock. He never wanted to stop hearing those sounds from her.

  Releasing the last button, his shirt fell open, his chest bare. Her fingers danced up his torso, tangling in the hair on his chest. “Sir?”

  “Yes,” he said around her breast.

  “I don’t think I can get to your pants with you sucking on my breasts.”

  She was sitting astride him, leaning forward to give him access to her tits. To reach his slacks, she’d have to lean back and that would cause her to pull away from him.

  Daniel did a quick assessment of his options. He kissed the tip of her nipple and lay back on the bed. “Finish undressing me and be quick about it.”

  Ali lifted herself off him and went to work on removing his pants, underwear, and socks. Once that was done, she returned to his top half. She unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and then waited for him to sit up so she could finish the job.

  As she looked at his naked body for the first time, he wondered what she saw. Daniel was in great shape for his age, but that didn’t mean he looked the same as he did at thirty or even forty. He wasn’t vain, but he wanted her to like what she saw. He shouldn’t, but he did nonetheless.

  She grazed her finger along his pecks, down to his abs, and then lower. When she reached his hard length, she bent her head and kissed the tip, much as he’d done her nipple.

  His cock jerked at the feel of her lips. He wanted to give her time to explore. Hell, he wanted hours to explore her body, but it was going to have to wait for another time.

  He stretched to reach the drawer beside his bed and prayed there was a condom in there. It had been a while since he’d had sex in his own house, but he tried to be prepared. His finger wrapped around the square packet he was looking for and he sighed in relief.

  It took him a matter of seconds to tear open the packet, remove the condom, and roll it down his erection. Ali stared, unmoving as he put the condom on, then once he was sheathed, she looked up to meet his gaze.

  Daniel lifted her from under her arms and sat her astride him again. He brought her mouth to his and reached between them to line himself up with her opening.

  Ali moaned as the tip of his erection pushed into her, stretching her. Being inside her for the first time had him biting back a groan of his own.

  She sank down on him until his balls grazed her ass. The feel of her surrounding him was better than he’d imagined it would be.

  His hands went to her hips as he began guiding their movements. With each of his upward thrusts, she tilted her hips, riding him.

  The feel of her tits brushing against his chest, her hard nipples teasing his own. He slid one hand up her side to cup her breast. Taking her nipple, he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.

  Her inner muscles pulsed in response. She liked breast play. It was one of the first scenes he’d arranged for her at the club. He’d stood in the hallway, watching over her as another man had covered her tits with little metal clothespins before smacking them off with a crop one at a time.

  Thinking about it had him thrusting into her harder, twisting her nipple between his fingers. He had no right to be jealous of her playing with the other Doms at the club. She wasn’t his. Not then. But for now, for as long as it lasted, she was his and only his. She didn’t want him playing with other subs and he sure as hell wasn’t letting her play with other Doms. It had been hard enough to watch before. Now? Now that he knew what it was like to be inside her?

  Without warning, he flipped them over and began driving her into the mattress. He was being rough, but she didn’t seem to mind. Ali held on to him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her nails scraped against his back and she gasped for air when he abandoned her mouth to bury his face against her neck.

  Daniel felt his climax building, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer if he kept up this pace. He couldn’t stop, though. He needed to claim her.

  His thumb found her clit and her nails bit into his skin. “Come. For. Me.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust of his hips. He wanted to feel her, needed to know it was good for her, too.

  Ali sucked in three hard breaths and then let out a cry that had his entire body quaking with need. Her head fell back, and he watched her ride out her orgasm. But this time he felt it, too. Her pussy spasmed around his cock as she came.

  He waited until the last quiver left her body before letting go. Energy surged up his cock. He pumped his hips once more as his climax hit him.

  Daniel fell forward, barely catching himself before crushing her. His breaths were coming quick and fast. It was a good thing he worked out regularly.

  Once he was able to speak again, he propped himself up and gazed down at her. She was beautifully disheveled. “Are you okay?”

  She snorted, then grinned at him. “I’m more than okay. How about you?”

  He smiled, feeling happier than he had in a long time. “I have you in my bed.”

  “You do.”

  She ran her hand along the side of his face, and he leaned into it, kissing her palm. “I need to go clean up.”

  Daniel eased out of her before getting to his feet. Bending down, he gave her a soft kiss, then headed for the bathroom.

  A loud gasp from her stopped him in his tracks and he turned to see what was wrong. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him. She sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed, making her way to him.

  “Ali?”

  Lifting her hand, she touched his shoulder and turned him around.

  He was about to ask her again when she finally whispered, “Your back.”

  CHAPTER 11

  Ali inspected the long claw marks—and that’s the only way to describe them—her nails had left on his back. A few of them were bleeding, but most of them were nothing more than surface scratches. “I can’t believe I did that,” she said.

  Daniel turned his head to look, but she doubted he could see much. The worst of it was down the center. “I’ll have a look at it in the mirror.” He cupped the side of her face and kissed her again. “I’m sure it’s fine.”

  “I broke the skin.”

  “Hm. It does sting a little.” He took her hand. “Come. You can help patch me up.”

  He winked and she giggled, some of the worry leaving her. She’d never gotten that carried away before.

  In the bright light of his bathroom, the scratches looked worse. Very gently, she washed his back and applied ointment to the ones that were bleeding.

  Ali handed the supplies to him to put away. “I think I got them all.” She still couldn’t believe her nails had done so much damage. His entire back was covered in red marks.

  Daniel returned the ointment to the medicine cabinet and threw the washcloth into the hamper before returning to her. He rested his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. “Next time I’m going to have to restrain those hands of yours.”

  There was amusement dancing in his eyes, and she smiled up at him. “Probably a good idea. Especially if sex is going to be like that.”

  He chuckled. “Good to know.” He kissed the tip of her nose, took hold of her hand, and led her back into the bedroom. “Get into bed. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  She hadn’t been sure he’d want her in his bed. After his comment about boundaries, she’d been sure he wouldn’t.

  Ali slid under the blankets, pulled them around her chest, and waited for him to return.

  She didn't have to wait long. Only a few minutes passed before he was easing in beside her.

  The king-sized bed meant there was plenty of room for both of them, but she found herself being gathered against him, her back to his chest. He didn’t say anything, just pressed his lips to the back of her head and settled in with one hand cupping her breast.

  * * *

  The bed dipped beside her, dragging her sleep-muddled brain into the present. She had no idea what time it was or even what day it was, but she knew something was different.

  Soft, warm pressure along her back, and then a hand snaking around her waist brought last night back to her. Daniel.

  “Good morning,” he whispered in her ear.

  She hummed. “Morning. What time is it?”

  “A little after five.” He slid his hand up to her breast and began kneading it with his fingers. “You didn’t move at all last night. I must have worn you out.”

  Ali arched her breast into his hand. “Yes, Sir.”

  He scraped her earlobe with his teeth, and she felt it low in her stomach. “How much time do you need to get ready for work?”

  His hand had abandoned her breast and was now making its way down her body to the junction between her legs. She opened her thighs, giving him full access to her. “About forty minutes, Sir.”

  “That means I have thirty minutes to make you scream.”

  Then his hand was gone, and she felt something circle her wrists. She opened her eyes to see him attaching cuffs. The bed dipped again as he lifted her hands above her and attached the cuffs to something on the bed she couldn’t see.

  She met his gaze as he hovered over her. Daniel hadn’t turned on the lights, so his body was mostly in shadow. He lowered his head to her neck while his hands went to work on her breasts. But unlike the night before, everything was featherlight—his touch—his kisses.

  It was torture. Ali wanted to touch him, but he seemed content to keep her tethered to his headboard.

  He worked his way down her torso, lingering at her stomach. His tongue traced a line from her belly button to the crease of her hip before licking his way back up. Then he repeated it on the other side.

  She was trying very hard not to move, but it was proving impossible. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth to get her body to obey. He hadn’t told her not to move, but she thought it was implied given he’d secured her hands. Then again, maybe he was only attempting to prevent her nails from causing more damage to his flesh.

  Her hips lifted off the bed of their own accord as he drew near her clit, and he chuckled. “Patience. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

  Ali closed her eyes and blew out what she hoped was a steadying breath. Her sex pulsed when he rested her legs on his shoulders and spread her lips.

  “Are you sore this morning?” he asked.

  He’d fucked her hard the night before and she wouldn’t lie and say she was fine. She was feeling it this morning, but it was a good soreness. “A little, Sir.”

  She felt his tongue move along her folds, almost massaging her sensitive flesh. It felt good and somewhat relaxing, even though it had her pussy desperately wanting more.

  As he continued to lick her, he positioned his thumb on her clit and began applying pressure. It was light at first and she raised her hips, seeking more.

  Daniel gave her more, but not in the way she wanted. He dipped his tongue into her pussy, running it along her opening before easing up and placing a kiss on her clit.

  After he repeated this action several times, she thought she was going to go insane. Her blood was pumping in her ears and her sex was swollen and hot. She had no idea how long he’d been between her legs, and he seemed in no rush.

  Ali was about to begin begging, wondering if that was what he was waiting for, when he sucked her clit into his mouth and began sucking hard. She let out a scream and arched her back, digging her heels into his already abused back.

  But he didn’t let up. If anything, he increased the suction, which she didn’t think was possible. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, and after everything else he’d done, she couldn’t hold on anymore. A loud wail erupted from her lips as her orgasm took control of her body.

  He didn’t stop until the last shudder rippled through her. Then he pushed himself up the length of her and released her wrists. Her arms fell limply on the bed. She didn’t feel like she had any bones in her body anymore. He’d sucked them all out.

  His mouth found hers and gave her a long, lingering kiss. Ali could smell herself on him, blocking out her concern about morning breath. He coaxed her mouth open with his tongue and filled her mouth with the taste of her sex. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, letting her tongue tangle with his.

  Then, he removed his lips and pushed himself off her. “As much as I’d love to spend the rest of the morning lying in bed with you, we both have work.”

  Ali groaned. Work. The last thing she wanted to think about was dealing with her boss when she was still floating on her orgasm cloud.

  Daniel noticed her reaction and bent to give her another quick kiss. It was only then she realized he was fully dressed. The only thing he was missing was his tie and jacket. “Grab a shower and get dressed while I prepare breakfast.”

  He didn’t give her a chance to respond before striding out of the bedroom. She propped herself on one arm, watching him leave before forcing herself to get out of the comfy bed. Daniel’s comfy bed.

  Gathering up her clothes from the night before, she made her way into the main area of the house, passing Daniel in the kitchen on her way to her room. She didn’t miss how he stopped working and watched her until she disappeared down the hall.

  As she stepped into the shower, Ali couldn’t believe how much had changed in the last twelve hours. To think she’d been ready to sit down and have dinner with Daniel as nothing more than friends last night, and now she’d spent a night in his bed, and he’d agreed to be her Dom.

  Ali rinsed the conditioner from her hair, unable to wipe the smile from her face. She couldn’t wait to see what would happen tonight when they attended the fundraiser. And then, her mind went to Friday when they’d be at the club where she’d make her first appearance as Daniel’s submissive. It was certainly going to be an interesting couple of days.

  Daniel found himself grinning at random times throughout the day for no apparent reason. He and Ali had eaten breakfast together that morning, and then he’d walked her to her car and kissed her goodbye. The way she’d looked at him as she slid behind the wheel of her car had heat spreading through his chest. He’d wanted to drag her back to his bed and keep her there.

  At three o’clock, he said goodbye to Kevin and drove to the cleaners to pick up his tux before heading home. Daniel spent some extra time shaving, making sure there were no stray hairs poking out behind his ears or anything. He’d been to plenty of these types of functions over the years, but tonight he wanted to make an extra effort for Ali.

  Tugging his jacket into place, he checked his reflection in the mirror and adjusted his bowtie. It liked to tilt to the left for some reason.

  Once it was as straight as it was going to get, he tucked his wallet into his pocket and grabbed his keys. Ali would be getting off work right about now and heading to her apartment. He still couldn’t believe the noise her neighbors had made when they were there the evening before. It was no wonder she hadn’t been able to sleep.