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“So fucking sexy,” he muttered.

Poppy’s body melted and arousal rose higher.

The dom switched breasts, tweaking and toying with the sensitive buds. She moved her hips with the vibrator, the orgasm building deep in her abdomen.

A single click ripped her world apart.

The vibrator kicked into high gear, propelling her over the edge. The orgasm tore through her. Poppy screamed as her body bowed against the restraints. He held the vibrator in place, prolonging the pleasure, wringing every last drop from her body.

He eased the vibrator’s speed down and she sagged, completely unable to hold herself upright.

Poppy was vaguely aware of the dom moving around her, the ropes coming off one by one. She was too far into a dreamy, pleasant haze to pay attention.

“Careful, sweetness,” he muttered, straightening her arms and massaging her muscles, increasing the circulation in her stiff limbs.

He guided her feet off the rungs. Her legs felt as if they were made of rubber. She took one step and almost fell, but he caught her.

“You’re flying still, aren’t you?” He bent and picked her up as if she weighed no more than a kitten, a dreamy smile on his face.

“Yup.” She nuzzled his shoulder, reveling in all the euphoric sensations of subspace. His skin was chocolate, his voice a throbbing bass beat. When he touched her, fireworks blossomed behind her eyelids. “I want you.”

“The feeling is mutual.” He carried her to the bed and laid her on the sheets. The comforter was turned down, out of the way.

She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him from straightening and backing away. The need to touch him, feel him beneath her fingers, and grind herself into him drove her wild. He chuckled and lowered his face to hers, giving her what she asked for.

His lips brushed hers, once, twice, in a delicate, tender kiss. She tightened her hold, yearning for more, but he resisted her pull. He straightened, forcibly removing her arms from his shoulders, as if she were no stronger than a child.

He grasped her chin and stared into her eyes.

“I will fuck you when I want. Not when you feel like it. Understand?” His tone brooked no argument, and his hard-as-steel body backed up what many men would only pretend to be able to do.

God, she was wet.

She smiled and arched toward him, but he held her back.

“Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she purred.

His gaze narrowed, but one corner of his mouth hitched in a slight smile.

“You are trouble.” His hand slid up to cup her cheek.

“I can be.”

“Oh, I bet, you little imp.”

She bit her lip to keep from saying anything else.

He leaned over her and pinched a nipple, not too hard, but enough that she arched off the bed, hissing and gripping the sheets. He let go and blood rushed back into the abused peak.

“Hmm.” He pinched the other and she whimpered. “So responsive.”

She flopped back on the bed when he released her and glared at him, but she didn’t mean it. There was something about this man that brought out the truly submissive side of her. Even in her play-addled brain she could sense that. She had played with a few who encouraged certain submissive tendencies, but never anyone who made her feel as if calling him sir, and obeying his every request and command were natural.

She’d wanted something different, a new experience, and she was getting it. There probably wasn’t another man out there who could command her body the way he did.

He stood and removed his boots. Her pulse kicked up as he reached for the zipper on his jeans. She held her breath as he pushed the denim down his hips and thighs. He wore short, black boxer briefs, and his erection strained at the fabric.

She rose to her knees, barely restraining herself from going to him.

“Did I tell you to get up?” He kicked the jeans off and came to her, pushing her back on the bed.

“No.” She smiled, which probably wasn’t the reaction he wanted, considering his dark scowl, but he excited her. He aroused her. She wanted to deepen this connection until her heart beat with his.

He straddled her thighs and pinched both nipples. She squealed and arched her back, but he pushed her back into the mattress.

“No, what?”

“No, sir.” She giggled, unable to hold it in.

He released her nipples, cupping his palms over her breasts. A smile teased his lips as he studied her.

“I didn’t want to do this, but you clearly won’t learn.” His sigh was exaggerated. She
could read between the lines. He was having as much fun as she was.

He grasped her wrists and directed her to lie with her arms straight over her head. As he leaned above her to fiddle with something on the headboard, she lifted her head and kissed his chest.

He secured her wrists in leather restraints, with a bar between her hands to hold on to. As he fastened the buckle on her left wrist, he leaned down just a little more and—she captured the hard nub of his nipple between her teeth and sucked it between her lips. She felt his intake of breath.

She swirled her tongue around the tight bead and let it go. He sat up and glanced at the little teeth marks above and below the areola.

“You must like to hurt,” he said, his voice pitched low.

“I like to play.” She pulled on the restraints, testing the give, and found there was none.

He leaned down and wrapped his lips around her sensitized nipple while he plucked the other with his fingers. His teeth gently abraded the peak.

She shifted her legs under him, wanting to hold him, bring him closer.

He switched breasts and she moaned.

He sat up suddenly and she whimpered at the loss of his body heat. The cool air kissed her damp nipples, tightening them further. Goose bumps chased each other down her arms and legs. He grasped the band of her panties and pulled them down her legs.

Oh, thank goodness
.

He shifted lower, until he knelt between her calves. His gaze had grown darker, the pupils dilated, giving his eyes a feral glint. Her breath caught in her throat as he slowly leaned forward, placing his hands between her thighs. Their gazes remained locked as he stretched like a cat, lowering his shoulders and head until his face was above her mound. She shifted her legs open wider, holding her breath.

Her nerves screamed for something to happen. There was something about being with a man in the first moments of sex that always made her nervous. The what-if questions ran through her mind, but louder still was the way he stared at her. There was no denying he wanted her, and that she wanted him.

He urged her thighs open wider and his gaze finally dropped. He said nothing as he spread her folds, baring her most vulnerable of places. Her heart caught in her throat and she bit her lip. Oh, she wanted his touch there, on her clit, in her channel, but it didn’t come.

“You have to watch me,” he whispered, his breath fanning the apex of her thighs.

Poppy pried one eye open and then the other, not sure when she’d closed them.

“That’s my girl.”

Their gazes locked as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her clit, teasing the nub with the tip of his tongue. She gasped, but didn’t tear her gaze away. She couldn’t. Even the way he stared at her held a command.

Watch me
.

Two thick fingers slid into her pussy. It was a tight fit, maybe too tight.

“Damn, Rapunzel. You are going to feel so good on my cock,” he said against her mound. His lips moved over her clit, teasing her more.

Poppy gripped the bar between her hands and wrapped her thigh over his back, urging him closer. Desire coiled tightly within her abdomen, almost too much, and still she watched him.

His dark skin against hers was lovely. The way shadows played across their skin, the way his back and shoulders rippled with his movements. She’d been right in thinking that all of him was hard. Every bit of him had been honed for a purpose, and right now it was focused on her.

Deep inside her, his fingers curled and her back arched.

“Oh,” she moaned. “There.”

He flashed a grin and bent his head, wrapping his lips around her clit and rubbing it with the flat of his tongue. She moved her feet against the bed, helpless. His unspoken command kept her in place. She was going to come. There was no stopping the sensation growing in her belly. She kept her eyes on him, watched his elbow pump back and forth as she felt the rough stroke of his fingers. Her eyelids grew heavy and her toes curled.

Can’t stop watching
.

Her body burst apart at the seams. Her release coursed through her veins. Her internal muscles clamped down on his fingers and she screamed as the orgasm swept over her.

He stroked her through the release, each caress drawing the pleasure out longer. He whispered words of encouragement, praised her body, told her all the dark things he wanted to do to her. Each pass of his fingers sent little shock waves of pleasure through her. Feeling boneless, she let her hands hang in the restraints and her eyes finally close. Still, she felt restless. As satisfying as the orgasm was, she wanted more. She wanted everything this man had to offer.

He eased away from her, pressing a kiss to her thigh and mound. The bed dipped as he moved. She didn’t have the energy to open her eyes, but she heard his foot hit the floor with a thud, and then the snap of elastic, followed by rustling fabric.

Yes
.

She forced her eyes open and found his gaze on her, one hand stroking his cock. A part of her quaked, unsure if they would fit together. He was a large man, in every sense of the word, and his fingers alone had filled her.

He reached for something on the bedside table. She caught sight of a gold foil packet and from somewhere deep within her, a second wave of energy reinvigorated her.

She licked her lips as he rolled the condom on. Their gazed remained locked as he climbed back on the bed, his eyes gone almost entirely dark. He leaned over her until they were face to face.

“Kiss me, sir.”

“That wasn’t a request.”

“Please, sir?” She strained up toward him.

He allowed her to worship him with her mouth, but just for a moment. He dug a hand into her hair, pressed her back into the pillows, and took control of the kiss. She felt his teeth on her lips, his tongue in her mouth. There was no escaping him, as he now controlled her body and mind.

The blunt head of his cock brushed her thigh. She arched her hips, wanting him inside of her. He answered the silent plea and positioned his penis at her entrance. He levered up, staring down at her as he thrust, easing in a few inches at a time. She whimpered as her delicate muscles stretched around his girth. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. He withdrew slightly and thrust again. She exhaled as she felt his stiff flesh slide deeper.

“You are so fucking tight.” He groaned. Tendons stood out on the side of his neck and the muscles in his arms bulged.

She wrapped her thighs around him, urging him deeper. They would fit. Just a little more. He withdrew and thrust again, with a little force. Stars filled her vision as he touched nerve endings that hadn’t been stimulated in ages, maybe never. He held still, completely inside of her.

Her back arched and she panted. How she wanted to dig her fingernails into his back, that tight ass, but she had to settle for the pole. Now if he would just move.

“Keep your eyes open,” he said.

“Yes, sir.” Anything to get him to move.

He withdrew ever so slowly, until just the head of his cock was within her, before thrusting back in with the same, torturously slow pace. In and out, he stroked her. She panted and squeezed her legs around him, but it did nothing to make him move faster.

The way he stared at her, it was as if he could read her soul, as if he understood her history, the peculiarities that made her unique; as if he spoke the language of her body. He looked at her as if she were the center of the universe, as if nothing else mattered more than this moment in time. It was intimidating and invigorating all at once, to think that this beautiful man was so wholly tuned in to her desires. The slow glide of his flesh, in and out of her, sent her body coiling tight all over again. Blood roared in her ears. She could feel her release coming, like ripples stirring calm water.

He lowered to his forearms, bringing their bodies more in-line. With each thrust, each time he plunged deep, his pubic bone hit her clit, sending little tremors through her body.

“Oh. Oh!”

He sealed his mouth over hers.

He thrust deep.

She came again, colors bursting behind her eyes, stirring her spirit. His motions became rougher. He moved in and out of her like a piston, fucking her through the orgasm. He levered her up until he could get his arm under her knee, lifting her leg to change his angle, open her farther. On and on the orgasm went, tightening her internal muscles around his cock, spiraling her into the stratosphere. He thrust harder, his gaze trained on hers, drinking in her orgasm, still in complete control. The pleasure of it became too much, almost overwhelming, as if it would consume her.

The thrusts grew uneven and his muscles seemed to ripple, his body undulating against hers. All of a sudden he froze, his jaw dropped in a silent shout.

For the span of a few heartbeats they remained still, then he pitched forward, hands on either side of her. He covered her with his body from head to toe, and kissed her deeply until it felt as if their souls had twined together.

It was the closest she’d ever felt to another human being.

Too soon, he withdrew and rolled to his side, trailing his hand down her chest and stomach. She was too tired to complain, but she knew they couldn’t stay like that. Not forever. All things come to an end.

He rolled off the side of the bed, landing on his feet, and removed the condom. There was a discreet wastebasket and table set up with cleaning supplies, both for the furniture and the guests. After he cleaned himself, he returned to the bed, unbuckled the restraints, and gathered her into his arms.

Holy shit. She wanted to do that all weekend.