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“Ah.” If anything his expression grew more decadent as he
thought over his options. “Does that mean you plan to take the top?”

The flush rose up her neck but she refused to let him win. “You
want me to treat you like one of those too-fat sultans you once told me about?”

His rumble of laughter was a delight to hear. “Yes. That
would be most excellent.”

“Very well then. You have three minutes to make it to the
table.”

He laughed again, the rich sound reverberating through the
room. “That is three,” he then reminded her, clicking his tongue in
disapproval. “And I did bring the paddle, little one.”

Isabella fled when he bent and unzipped his suitcase,
keeping her mind off the rest of the night while she laid out dinner for two.
She’d settled for chicken salad over romaine lettuce with fruit on the side and
a loaf of crusty whole-grain bread, all of which would meet Zayne’s dietary
needs and kept her from actually having to cook. Unsweetened iced tea and decaf
coffee finished out the menu—although she had a small bit of dark chocolate
hidden away for herself.

Deciding to let Zayne dictate what she would wear for the
night, she kept on the baggy scrubs but kicked off her shoes for comfort.

When Zayne returned she was pacing around the table, too
jumpy to sit, too edgy to settle. And it didn’t help that he was wearing only a
pair of black silk pants that were already beginning to tent between his legs.

“You will feed me,” he announced, grabbing her hand and
pulling her down on his lap as he sat. “Without clothes.” He leaned back to
watch as she discarded the scrubs on the floor then settled again on his
muscular thighs.

“Beautiful. Now I am hungry.” Isabella’s hand was shaking as
she reached for his fork. “With your fingers,” he ordered, smacking her on the
ass.

Although she jumped at the contact, his hand had been
gentle, more a warning than punishment meted out. And the bulge between his
legs had elongated to the point where he had to adjust his position, giving her
the opportunity to wiggle, feeling a rush of triumph when he tucked his face
against her neck.

“If you do not want another scene like last night’s,” he
admonished, “I suggest you keep to the task at hand before I find something
more pleasant to do than eat what is on the table.”

When he tucked his hand between her legs and felt for her
clit she squirmed, scooping up a bit of the chicken salad and shoving it
between his lips. “Can I at least use a fork?”

“If you insist, although I do not think a sultan’s concubine
would mess with such a clumsy utensil.” He sounded wounded she would consider
such an option. “My people have a history of eating with their hands and
sharing meals around a communal fire.”

Oh to hell with it
, she thought, scooping up another
bite of the chicken and slurping it off her fingers before she returned to
feeding Zayne. And throughout the entire meal he plucked her breasts and
explored between her legs, arousing her to the point she swore she would
throttle him if he didn’t let her come.

But only when he’d enjoyed the last sip of his coffee did he
push her knees apart and get down to serious business. “Would you like the
clamps?” He pinched one nipple between his fingers until she whimpered.

“Whatever you desire,” she answered, leaning back against
his chest.

“What I desire is for you to take off my pants and suck my
cock.”

“Anything else, oh great sultan?”

“Kiss me, Isabella.” He startled her with the longing in his
tone. “In all this time I have yet to truly feel your mouth on mine. A simple
thing, but one I have dreamed of.”

With that he cupped her chin and brought his lips to hers,
claiming her mouth with an intensity that set her soul ablaze. He tasted of
coffee, rich and thick, as if they had just eaten around a blazing fire beneath
an open expanse of starry sky. His tongue mated with hers, sweeping into her
mouth like the conqueror he was, driving deep between her lips without mercy
until the world whirled away and there was nothing left but the two of them
locked in an eternal embrace.

His other hand slid down to her breast, thumbing the nipple
to a beaded peak before smoothing over her stomach, lower and lower until he
found her clit and gave it the same rough attention.

She didn’t need the clamps tonight—she didn’t need the
golden chains to know she was bound to him completely. There would be other
times to enjoy such imaginative delights but for now it was enough to be skin-to-skin,
body-to-body, mouth-to-mouth.

Until he finally took his lips away. “I have grown beyond my
clothes,” he said ruefully, pushing her off his lap.

Without a word she slid to her knees before him, tugging off
the offending clothing to release the mass of flesh between his legs. It rose
thick and hard before her as she wrapped her fingers around its girth and
stroked him slow and steady—even when he demanded she pick up the pace. A quick
glance showed his hands curled around the arms of the chair, his head thrown
back and jaw clenched tight.

For once she was in complete control and she had no
intention of giving it up so soon. She opened her mouth and sucked him deep
inside, sliding him in and out until she heard him growl in warning.

“Enough, Isabella. I do not wish to come so quickly.”
Grabbing handfuls of her hair, he dragged her to her feet and kissed her once
more, his tongue driving deep into her throat until she whimpered.

“Now you will take me here.” He pulled her astride his lap,
chest-to-chest, her knees on either side of his. “Damn, I forgot a condom.” He
ran a hand through his hair.

“I’ll be right back,” she said with reluctance, especially
when he bent his head and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking on it with
delight. The sensation shot hard between her legs, pleasure coiling up from her
stomach as he swirled his tongue around her flesh before nipping it between his
teeth.

He let her go at last, leaving her barely able to make it to
her bedroom where she found what she needed in a dresser drawer. She also found
the gold necklace Zayne had given her. She was fingering the delicate bells,
debating whether she should put it on, when Zayne snuck up behind her.

“Allow me.” He moved to clasp it behind her neck. “You will
always belong to me.” Then he frowned, tilting her face to his. “Is it enough?”

She gave him a wicked smile. “For now. But one day you will
marry me, Mr. Saladar, make no mistake about it.”

“Agreed. Although as your master I will decide where and
when I ask you.”

Before she could think of a suitable reply he pressed his
mouth to hers, stealing her breath with another searing kiss. Trapped in his
embrace she had nothing to do but surrender, which she did willingly as his
hand slipped between her thighs, his fingers spreading her flesh to tunnel into
her body as his thumb found the sensitive bud of her clit. The pleasure built
and built until the dam broke and her legs grew weak as she shuddered with the
beginning of a climax. As if knowing she was reaching her breaking point, Zayne
slid to his knees before her, pulling one leg over his shoulder as he speared
her with his tongue.

She was wet, ready, poised to topple over the edge. He
scraped her clit with his teeth, the jolt of sensation causing her to cry out
his name. And just when she thought she was ready to explode he slicked a
finger to the opening of her ass, pressing it deep inside, forcing a scream of
pleasure from her throat.

She trembled with the force of the orgasm, holding herself
up with a hand on the dresser while Zayne continued to lick and finger her
until she cried out his name and tangled her fingers in his hair as she lost
herself to the release.

Then he picked her up and carried her to the bed, forcing
her to scold him. “No physical exertion.” She rolled him on his back as she
straddled his hips. “I was ordered to dance for you, remember?”

When his jaw popped open she stuck her fingers through his
lips, effectively shutting him up as she bit into the condom wrapper, managing
to slide it over his length with her other hand.

And then she lowered herself onto his cock, undulating as
she took him inside her one hardened inch at a time. He cupped her breasts as
she moved, grinding her hips against his as she rode him, clenching her cunt
around his cock so tight she heard his sharp intake of breath.

“Come for me, my sultan.” She lifted her hair so he could
see her in all her erotic glory.

She could feel him tense beneath her as he struggled to hold
off the moment of release but she rode him even faster, her body strong from
the years of dancing, her thighs keeping him firmly planted to the bed as he
arced his back and clenched his jaw.

“Isabella,” he gritted out, thrusting his hips high as he
finally let go. “My own perfect pleasure of silk.”

“And don’t you forget it.” She snuggled up beside him. “What
do you want for your late-night snack?”

“You. Although if you insist on forcing more food down my
throat a simple sandwich will do nicely.” He settled deeper into the bed but
she noticed his eyes roamed her room restlessly.

“What?”

“I was just thinking that when you move in with me we will
need a bigger space. I will have Ryan start looking for a suitable house
tomorrow.”

“House? I thought your people were nomads who hated to
settle down.” While her voice was calm her heart was pounding joyfully. A house
together was exactly what they needed.

“Even a nomad knows enough to stay by the side of the woman
he has come to love. Now kiss me again before I punish you for questioning my
every move…unless you are ready to have me pull out my paddle once more.”

She squealed when his hand smacked her ass as he pulled her
to him and pressed his mouth to hers. But she didn’t say another word as he rolled
her over and settled between her legs, letting him think he was master of their
entire world.

The End

Gia Dawn has loved reading romance since she was a girl. She
started with Harlequins in her early teens—sneaking them into church because
the sermons were so long, much to the chagrin of her grandmother. She decided
to write her first book after she graduated from college—which, of course,
never made it past chapter three.

Then she discovered erotic romance and a whole new world of
writing opened up. She has several titles already published, and is thrilled to
be bringing new works to Ellora’s Cave!

Her big brush with fame is that she graduated from college
with Woody Harrelson, and one day wants to write a book he could actually star
in—although it will probably have to be titled “Fifty Shades Greyest” by then.

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