SecretDom (7 page)

“Come now, Rissa. Let me taste your pleasure, pet.” Okay …second most
erotic words ever spoken.
Of course, before she could finish processing what he’d
said, her body complied, and she moaned longer and louder than she realized as she shattered into a million tiny pieces. Blinding orgasm overtook her and shook her to her very soul. Her juices flowed, her inner walls spasming wildly around his fingers. His chin slick with her arousal, he moaned against her body, eating at her like a man starved. Sucking and licking, his fingers massaging her walls, he prolonged her climax t
hat she’d swear stretched on infinitely. As he slowed, he brought her down from euphoria gently, but it didn’t last long. He growled low and
removed himself from the leaflet beneath her.

If she wondered where he went as her breathing finally returned to normal
and her heart made its way back into her chest, she didn’t wonder for long.
Crumpling foil and the telltale
zip gave her little time to prepare herself for the
invasion of his cock as he sheathed himself first with a condom and then with her still quivering passage.
At first, this session had been about learning each other’s
bodies; him learning to read the signs
—
her every breath hitch and whimper
—
but now, it was pure, raw passion. Aiming to possess her body, he thrust in to the hilt. His hands gripped her hips, and he pulled her back on his thick, swollen cock. He thrust into her, slowly at first, as if savoring the feel of her gripping him then moved faster. His balls smacked hard against her clit, sending little shocks through her body. Pressing back against him the best she could as he jackhammered into her with increasing speed and intensity, she felt everything in high-definition. Her nerve endings exposed, on edge, it was like everything was heightened tenfold.

Barely down from one climax, he hurtled her toward another, and all she could do was bite down and stifle the need to beg for more. Moaning between broken pants, his rigid cock scraped against every inch of her inflamed channel, and she rippled around him, squeezing, milking him. She hazarded a peek back over her shoulder and found him trapped in bliss, his head thrown back, his body pumping in and out of her, his teeth clenched. His muscles tight and twitching, he gritted out between his pressed lips for her to come.

“Come
, Rissa. Come for me.
Come with me.”

Everything in her clamped down around his cock, gripping him in a vise, milking his pleasure from him in the same way he drew hers out. His thrusts slowed as she felt his cock twitch within her, and she wondered what it would be like to feel his hot seed splashing against her quivering womb as they climaxed together. Her shouts of ecstasy drowned out what was left of her thoughts, every fiber of her being felt spent, sated, and shaky.

When he withdrew from her body, she immediately mourned the emptiness, her body going limp. Swiftly, he moved around her, undoing the restraints, releasing her. As if she weighed nothing, he lifted her up in his arms and cradled her close to him, heading for the bathroom. Set on the side of the tub, he ran a hot bath, and while the water filled the giant porcelain tub, he lifted each of her legs, removing her shoes, sliding the stockings and garter belt down and off. Following in the wake of her peeled off stockings, he left a trail of soft kisses and gentle caresses to restore the blood flow and ease the ache from the restraints before lowering her into the tub. Rissa soaked in the hot water until her muscles were soothed and watched as he lathered a wash cloth with a mild French soap. Starting with her feet, he gently washed her, caring for every inch of her skin. He paid careful attention to her breasts, and raw nipples. When she was clean, he rinsed her and lifted her from the tub, enfolding her in a huge, plush towel.

Patted dry
and bathed by the same man who’d just showed her what pleasure
really could be, he applied a salve to her tender nipples and breasts before lifting her off of her feet and laying her in his bed. Evan crawled into the bed behind her and turned her to face him, stroking her back with one hand and her face with the other, praising her with his touch and his whispered words. In that moment she knew
— she’d risked this night and gained her heart.

“Rissa, do you believe in soul mates?” he asked in a low, sated
whisper, as if he were protecting this moment, saving it for only the two of them.

“I do now.” And whatever happened after tonight, she knew that this man,
this Secret Dom was made only for her, and she was made to be his.