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Authors: Cassandra Carr

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“Don’t beat yourself up over it. Sometimes the forest is hard to see for the trees.”

“Listen to you, sounding all wise. I think…”

Lisette looked away, and he waited her out. There was obviously something on her mind.

“I think I feel more with you. I don’t really know how to explain it, and I’m sure I’m doing a horrible job of it now, but I think that might be why the day-after emotions hit me so hard.”

“Could be. Are you feeling better now? You scared me.”

“Much.” She shifted so that her legs were between his and slid down his body a little more. “Why don’t you watch the movie while I take care of this ‘hardship’?”

Ryan barked out a laugh. “I never should’ve mentioned anything about hard.”

Just before she disappeared under the comforter, she gave him a cheeky grin. “Probably not.”

It was next to impossible to follow the movie. No matter how many times he’d seen it, once she’d lowered the zipper of his pants and swallowed his cock, he couldn’t have recited even a line from it to save his life. Not surprisingly, it was also difficult to stay still, but he didn’t want to dump her on the floor by accident with an ill-timed thrust, so he forced his back not to bow and his legs not to freeze as she used her lips, tongue, and just a smidge of teeth in the right places to steal his sanity. And it wasn’t leaving slowly either.

Before long he felt his orgasm pushing down his spine. “Baby,” he croaked out in warning. As she’d said, this wasn’t a scene, and he wasn’t going to make her swallow his spunk unless she freely chose to. “Gonna come.” She didn’t pull off. Instead Lisette concentrated on the sensitive cockhead, running her tongue over and around it again and again. “Oh, fuckkkkkk…”

When he’d softened in her mouth, she tucked his spent dick back into his pants and righted his clothing. As soon as that task was completed, Ryan grabbed her and hauled her up to him, sinking his tongue into her mouth and tasting himself there. Knowing she’d willingly taken him despite not being in a scene sent a vicarious thrill up his spine.

He kissed her again, his heart jackhammering in his chest. Ryan ignored the warning signals going off in his head about making too much of this and instead grabbed her T-shirt to pull it off before attacking her bra with similar eagerness.

He looked at her. “Is this okay? I want to suck on your nipples. I don’t think I’ve ever done that.”

“Far be it for me to refuse my Dom anything.” It was said in a light tone, but as soon as the words left Lisette’s mouth, she flushed, suddenly finding one of the buttons on his shirt fascinating.

Ryan tilted her face back up. “I knew what you meant.”

“I just— I’m trying not to pressure you. You just got divorced—”

“And again I’ll tell you, let me worry about that.” Releasing her chin, he continued. “Now get those beautiful breasts up here so I can play.”

With a self-conscious little laugh, Lisette moved around until the comforter was down by their feet and she was straddling Ryan’s chest. “I’m not used to you being the one on the bottom. It’s kinda powerful.”

He grinned. “Don’t get used to it.” Then he took hold of one of her breasts and brought it to his mouth, running his tongue over the nipple in much the same way that she’d driven him crazy just moments ago. Lisette moaned, pushing farther into his mouth before hastily retreating.

“Sorry.”

This time he did reach around and give her a good, hard spank through her pants. “I told you, this isn’t a scene. You do what makes you feel good.”

“Everything you do to me makes me feel good.”

“I’m glad. Now let me get back to it. There’s a terribly neglected nipple over here that needs my tongue’s attention.” After torturing several more cries and moans out of Lisette, Ryan let his head fall back on the cushion below him. “I want to get you some nipple jewelry.”

“Uh, okay.”

“I think these beauties would look awesome with one of those fancy chains between them.”

“If it makes you happy.”

“I know we used clamps before, but I was thinking more like something that stayed on closer, maybe something with some crystals attached or something. Do you like having your nipples stimulated for a longer period of time?”

Lisette shrugged. “Depends on the day, the time of the month…”

“Ah yes. Very familiar with that.”

“I would imagine so.” She patted the placket of his shirt. “Can I take this off? If we’re going to be admiring, I think it’s only fair.”

Ryan nodded, fighting the chuckle trying to work its way free. “Only fair.”

Soon his shirt was unbuttoned and she had separated the two sides, leaving them hanging over part of his arms, which were currently bracketing her waist. He tried to move and was hindered by the shirt. She laughed.

“Shoe’s on the other foot now, huh?”

“Or the restraints on the other person, as the case may be.”

“Have I told you how much I like listening to you talk?”

He scoffed. “Why?”

“I can’t say precisely, it’s like you have this certain way of speaking, of using expressions. It’s probably because of your English thing. You don’t constantly butcher the language.”

“My English thing?” Lisette stuck her tongue out at him but quickly hid it once more when he growled. “Better be careful, little girl.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat…sir?”

“I think you need to get up and take off the rest of your clothes.”

“Only if you do too. Remember—only fair.” She climbed off him and tilted her head.

He rose from the couch as well and shucked his shirt, throwing it on a nearby chair. When he started on his pants, she stood and watched him before finally shedding her own. She licked her lips.

“I think this is the first time I’ve seen you fully nude. Why didn’t you tell me you had that body underneath those clothes?”

“Because I make the rules, and because subs are the naked ones, not Doms.”

“But you’re depriving the world of something so…hot.”

He snickered. “I’m glad you think so. I started working out at the college about eighteen months ago. First it was to escape the fighting and the anger, and then after she left me, it was so I didn’t sink into a pit of despair.”

She was still staring. “It—” Lisette cleared her throat as her tongue darted out to wet her top lip. “It shows. You look really good. And those glasses? They are so sexy. I mean, I love your eyes in general, but there’s just something about a guy in glasses. Yum.”

“Thank you.” After grabbing a condom from his jacket, thankful he’d thought to tuck a few in there, he gestured toward the couch. “Is here good, or would you prefer your bed?”

“Actually, could we turn on the fireplace and then put the comforter down in front of it? I just had it put in during the spring, and I haven’t used it much.”

Lisette gave him a sheepish smile, and he decided she could have whatever the hell she wanted. She picked up a remote.

“Watch this. It’s the coolest thing.”

The fireplace roared to life, and he just about died, seeing how happy the smallest thing made her. His heart thumped in his chest.

Ryan grabbed the blanket and spread it, doubled over, on the rug. “Down with you. I’m on top again. Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you ride me.”

Lisette laughed. “I’m always a good girl.”

“I seem to remember a spanking or two that said you weren’t.” He jerked his chin toward the floor. “Down. Now.”

As she began to lie down, he could make out her muttered, “Bossy.” In some ways this was more fun even than the BDSM, but now that he’d experienced some of the aspects of the lifestyle, he really wanted to explore other stuff. And he wanted to do it with Lisette.

Kneeling and balancing his weight on his heels, Ryan put on the condom and then moved on top of Lisette. Reaching down with one hand, he skittered his fingertips through her pussy. “Feels like you’re ready for me.”

“Oh God, yes…”

Keeping both of them on the knife’s edge, he entered her pussy slowly, letting her feel each part of him as he advanced. Lisette hissed.

“You okay?”

“Feels good. Good hiss.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad.” When he was all the way in, he stopped for a moment just to enjoy the sensation of being clasped so tightly inside her. This was the one thing he’d sort of missed having sex at the club, that long, slow experience, where you could feel and draw out every little thing.

After a few moments, Lisette squirmed under him. “Please move. I need you.”

“You have me.”

Shit, why did I say that?

She paid no attention as she arched toward him, and his entire being was consumed by wet heat. “Yeah. That’s it.”

Ryan leaned down and nuzzled into the incredible softness of her breasts before licking up her neck to her ear. “You smell so good. What is that scent?” He racked his brain, trying to figure out the subtle note.

“Cinnamon.”

Raising his head, he looked at her in confusion. “Really?”

“Yeah, there’s this awesome body wash from Philosophy that’s actually called Cinnamon Bun, and it smells just like one.”

He took a long sniff. “It does.” Tilting his head, he regarded her. “Doesn’t it make you hungry?”

Lisette laughed. “I’ve been using it for a couple of years now, when I need a little perk. I think I’m desensitized to it.”

“Mmm, I want you to use this whenever we’re going to see each other.”

“Okay.”

“And now I want to make you scream my name.” Her pussy contracted around him as her breath caught. Ryan began to power into her with long, measured strokes. Picking up both legs, he hooked her ankles around his neck, and his eyes rolled back into his head. “Fuck, yes.”

Most of the sounds coming from Lisette’s mouth were nonsense, but as she clenched again, he knew she must be getting close. He found her distended clit with his index and middle fingers and rubbed in tight circles.

“Oh God, oh yes, don’t stop—”

“No. Fucking. Chance,” he said with a grunt. “Come for me. Scream my name.”

Lisette’s torso lifted right off the floor, and her calves threatened to squeeze off circulation to his head, but he didn’t stop. A moment later she screamed.

“Oh God, Ryan!”

He pushed and stroked to prolong her orgasm and then finally unwound her feet. She looked up at him, and then her eyes widened.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Not at all. It was kind of flattering that you tried to strangle me in the throes of passion. I must’ve been doing something right.”

“You were. Fuck, yeah, just a few things.”

He laughed. “Fuck, I was, yes. Fucking you. Now it’s time to return the favor, since you behaved so nicely.” Slapping her thigh, he said, “Fuck me. Get on top, and ride my cock.”

They quickly switched places, and he took a tight hold, bouncing her up and down on his dick as his pelvis thrust up from the floor. It didn’t take much to coax the orgasm out of him; just the sight of Lisette straddling him, naked, her soft, full breasts brushing his face with every stroke, did it. Ryan came with a long, low moan.

Lisette climbed off him and collapsed on the floor at his side. “I know I’ve said this after scenes, but it bears repeating. Wow.”

“Ditto.” Sitting up, he removed the condom and then tied it off. “I’m going to get rid of this. Stay right where you are.” After a quick trip to the bathroom, he came back with a warm washcloth and, despite her protests, cleaned her thoroughly. “Get dressed. Can’t have you catching cold on me.”

Soon Lisette was dozing right there on the floor, and he debated with himself about whether he should stay. It was early evening, and she looked completely wiped. It definitely wasn’t a good idea to stay the night, even if the next day was Sunday, but he found he wasn’t as averse to the idea as he would’ve thought just a short time ago.

Shaking his head, he knelt and gently nudged Lisette. “Baby, gonna pick you up and carry you to bed.”

“Can go myself,” she murmured, but when she rolled over, she appeared to fall right back to sleep. He found it difficult to keep a straight face.

She’s adorable. Adorable and so fucking sexy.

Carefully picking her up, he brought her into her bedroom and tucked her in without incident. After stopping back in the living room for the comforter, he sat down on the side of the bed and smoothed her hair away from her face. “Sleep, baby.”

“K.”

In her home office he found some paper and a pen to write her a note.

I feel kind of shitty, leaving you with just a note, but you were sleeping so soundly I couldn’t bear to wake you to say good-bye. Please call me tomorrow morning as soon as you wake, so I know you’re feeling all right. We’ll make more plans then.

—Ryan

He left the note folded in half propped up on her beside lamp, where she couldn’t miss it when she woke, and after a quick look around to make sure he wasn’t leaving a huge mess, he shut off both the television and the fireplace and crept out the door, making sure it locked behind him.

In no mood to cook that night, Ryan stopped at a fast-food drive-through and then dropped into the recliner in his own living room with the food on his lap, strangely exhausted.

What was this woman doing to him?

* * * *

Lisette’s day went to hell the moment she walked in the door at work Monday. Not good, especially after a weekend of not feeling well. There were two people who did her event planning job, herself and Mary. Mary was the senior person, as she’d been with the company for almost twenty years versus six for Lisette. Each of them covered different events, and since Mary worked from home, the two of them actually had little interaction.

She hadn’t even had a chance to get to her desk before her boss, Grace, called her into her office. Grace, who was only a few years older than Lisette, looked haggard, and immediately Lisette’s hackles were up.

“What’s going on?” A look at Grace’s face showed it was lined with stress. Lisette had never seen her like this.

“Mary’s gone. Well, not gone, but on leave.”

“Leave? Why?”

Plopping her elbows on the desk and rubbing her forehead, Grace shook her head. “I can’t even believe it.” She looked up at Lisette. “She’s married to Johnny. They’ve been secretly married for a couple of years.”

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