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She moaned. She fought an intense
need to let go of the headboard and grasp his head. But she had to trust him to
steer them both into orgasm.

His eyes popped open and his
gaze pinned her in place. Then, once more, he lowered his head and feathered
his tongue over her pussy. At her clit, he circled the tight bud over and over
again. Teasing her and taking her ever closer to the edge. Just as she was
approaching, he pulled back and waited. “You are not to come unless I give you
permission. Do you understand, Emily?”

After a moment, she nodded.
“Yes.” She saw his look and added, “Yes, Sir. I understand.” She had control of
her body, but when he touched her—gods, when he touched her—she wanted nothing
more than to come. To climax and to feel the pleasure he offered.

“Good. That’s very good. We’ll
see how long you can last tonight and build on it. But know this, if you come
before I say so, you will be punished.” When she nodded, he squeezed her leg
and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.

“Spread your legs wide for me.
I’m feeling starved, suddenly.” It was her only warning before he settled
between her legs, spread her pussy wide, and began to feast. He sucked, licked,
and stabbed his tongue into her over and over.

Though her body burned with
need, she forced herself not to orgasm. She beat her passion back and licked
her lips, her fingers holding tightly to the headboard as he worshiped her
body. That was exactly what she felt like he was doing—worshiping her.

Moving his mouth to her clit, he
sucked on it and nipped carefully. Scraping his teeth lightly over the
sensitive nub, he plunged a finger into her pussy before taking her moisture
and tracing a path to her anus. “Have you ever had a cock here?” he asked her,
rubbing at the tight bud.

“Yes,” she said honestly. “Once.
I want it again. It didn’t feel right or good the first time, and I want
someone to show me just how good it can feel.” She hadn’t had many partners in
her life, mostly because it was hard to touch someone and know their secrets,
something she realized she didn’t feel with Gaius. “I’m yours,” she repeated.
Swallowing, she whispered, “To do with as you want, Sir.”

He slid his finger into her
pussy again, gathering more of her cream, before pressing it to her anus once
more. This time, he broke through the ring of muscle. “You are mine, to do with
as I want, always and wherever I have the need. Isn’t that right?” he demanded,
pushing his finger in deeper while sliding two into her pussy.

“Yes, Sir.” She was starting to
glaze over in need. His ministrations were driving her crazy. Desperation was
all that kept her hands on the headboard. “I’m yours to use when you want, when
you need.”

“Good answer.” He moved his
fingers faster, hooking the ones in her pussy to rub against the bundle of
nerves deep inside. He was driving her toward an orgasm and yet watching her
closely. Likely to make sure she didn’t go over the edge. She was fighting it
with everything she had when he pulled out suddenly. “Emily.” He said her name
with a growl. Then he slapped her most sensitive area. “Come,” he ordered.

She did just that. She screamed
as she came. Her back bowed, and an orgasm unlike anything she had ever
experienced before caused her whole body to clench and explode. Never before
had she found such a powerful release.

As she collapsed onto the bed,
she felt him next to her. He took her arms gently, prying her fingers loose
from the headboard and rubbing her hands. “I have you,” he murmured. “Just
relax and rest.” He kept stroking her skin.

After a moment, he slid off the
bed and left her alone. But he came back almost immediately. Easing onto the
mattress, he shifted her into a partial sitting position, propped against him.
“Drink,” he said, pressing a cool glass into her hands. While she sipped the
water, he ran a wet washcloth over her breasts and between her legs with care.

She closed her eyes and smiled.
She licked her lips. “That felt incredible. I have never in my life felt
anything as good as that.” She snuggled up against his chest, then pulled back
to look up at him. “I think we both need more, though.”

“We will do more, together, in
time. But for tonight, I intend on sliding my cock into your sweet little pussy
and making love to you before we sleep. Too much is not good for you. Some
tenderness is needed as well.” Gaius pressed a light kiss to her lips and
stroked her cheek with his fingers. “Not everything we do in the bedroom will
be about me dominating you. Most, but not all. For now, finish your water and
relax.”

Her heart melted with his words.
If she didn’t know better, she would have sworn she fell in love with him at
that very moment in time. “I want everything, Gaius. To make love with you, to
ride you, having you dominate me, and simply us being together.”

He tossed the washcloth aside
and wrapped her up in his arms. He held her and rocked her back and forth
gently as she came down from her orgasm.

When she finished the glass of
water, she passed it over to Gaius, then snuggled in closer to him, wrapping
her arms around his waist and holding him tightly. “I just hope I can be all
that you need.”

“Of course you are,” he said
softly. He eased them both down to the bed, one hand resting on her lower
belly. “You’re perfect, Emily. Absolutely and completely perfect. Never doubt
that.” He stroked his hand over her skin as he watched her. “If you’re too sore
we can just go to sleep,” he told her, even with his rock hard cock digging
into her hip.

“Not too sore at all.” She
turned her head to look up at him. “I want to be with you. I feel it—this
driving and intense desire to have our souls tied together. I don’t even know
where that phrase comes from, but that’s how I felt as I was coming. Like my
soul was reaching for yours in the middle of that climax.”

His hand stilled on her belly as
he stared into her eyes. “Maybe it was,” he said in a slightly distracted tone.
Shaking his head, he slid his hand down to cup her pussy and gently stroked her
with a finger. “Are you sure, Emily? Because I need to know if I’ve pushed you
too far at any point. And this is all my fault for not remembering before, but
you should choose a safeword for when we are together in case I go beyond what
you are comfortable with.”

“You’ll know,” she assured him.
“But if we’re choosing, I’ll go with ‘red.’ It’s easy to remember and one that
we will both instantly associate with stopping.” She moved so she could look at
him and smiled. “I’m sure, Gaius. I want this more than you can possibly know.”
The heat of his medallion warmed her through his skin and somehow, deep down,
she knew that when they did this her life would be forever changed. And she
wanted it to be.

Taking her at her word, he
rolled her over and came with her so he was blanketing her body with his. His
cock rubbed over her stomach, then lower as he adjusted himself. “Put your legs
around me, Emily,” he said softly, a hint of command in his tone.

Emily’s legs lifted. She locked
her ankles at the small of his back and watched him watching her. The feeling
of him sliding into her was intense. It was masterful. Literally life altering.
“Gaius.” She was forever his. She knew it just as she sensed her soul reaching
out for his. “Please.” She had come harder than ever before just moments ago,
but already the pleasure was building rapidly.

He braced on his arms and began
to thrust. Slowly at first, long and deep, through her folds. He brushed over
her lips before catching her mouth and branding her with his own. As he kissed
her he increased the speed of his hips, driving into her faster, until he was
slamming in deep each time, rocking her beneath him with each stroke.

She felt his soul reaching for
hers this time. She didn’t know how she knew that’s what it was or why, but the
heated brush of it against her own had her moaning. The sensations were more
than physical now. It was emotional, psychological, and it was intense.
“Please, Gaius, tell me you feel that, too,” she begged. Gods, she prayed she
wasn’t going crazy … or worse—feeling his past.

“I feel it,” he said through his
teeth. Hooking an arm through one leg, then the other, he spread them wide and
at an angle so that she had to take all of the hard cock that he was slamming
into her. “You. Are. Mine,” he growled out as he stared into her eyes.

She was his now and for all time
and knew it. “Always,” she replied and reached up to pull his mouth down to
hers, leaving herself open for his assault and moving right along with him. She
wanted him to feel every single ounce of her pleasure and emotion.

He growled into her mouth as he
kissed her back. Rolling his hips, he scraped along her clit each time he
pushed into her pussy. Over and over as he kissed her until, finally, he drew
back. “Come with me, Emily, now,” he ordered before thrusting in as deep as he
could and stiffening.

She did come, her body bowing
and going tense. The feeling of his seed spilling inside of her body had her
sobbing out for more. Had her crying out in desperation. She shuddered.
“Jesus,” she whimpered. “Gaius.” It was the oddest thing, but it was as if she
felt everything he was feeling, the intense pleasure he had from being able to
come inside of her, and knew that it was a first for him as it was for her.

Suddenly, his whole body jolted,
his eyes going wide and his back bowing, driving his cock impossibly deeper. He
let out a bellow as a light formed between their bodies—no, from each of them—and
twined together before slowly dissipating. When it was completely gone he
collapsed over her. Her legs slipped from his hold as he shuddered against her
sweat-slickened body.

When he turned them, she rested
against him. Both on their sides and panting. Her eyes were closed, and she
rubbed a cheek to his chest. She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t form words.
Not after what they’d just shared. It had been more than she could have ever
dreamed.

He had his arms around her
tight, as if he was afraid to let go. Not that she was going anywhere, but it
was nice to be held so close. As their bodies began to cool he let go long
enough to drag the blankets up, cocooning them away from everything but one
another. “Sleep, Emily. Tomorrow, we’ll need to make many decisions.”

“Tomorrow, we’ll think of all
the things that are going to happen, that need to happen. For now, I’m happy
just being here with you.” She yawned, ready to sleep in his arms.

“Sleep now, Emily. I have you,”
he repeated softly. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he rubbed her back. He
didn’t say anything more after that.

Chapter Six

When Emily woke next, the sun
was starting to come through the blinds and she snuggled in closer to the heat
of the man at her side. She felt him waking, his arms tightening on her, and
she soaked up that sensation. “I think that I could happily wake like this for
the rest of time,” she whispered.

He let out a low hum as he
nuzzled her shoulder. “Did you sleep well?” he asked, one of his hands stroking
over her belly. Just as slowly, he eased it lower.

“I did.” She parted her legs for
him, needing his touch more than she needed her next breath. “I don’t think
I’ve ever had such a peaceful and perfect night.” She had been absolutely worn
out in the best of ways. “How about you? Did you sleep well?”

“Very.” His fingers brushed over
her pussy. “I’ve never slept with someone before,” he told her, lightly
stroking her clit now.

She lifted slightly into his
hand. “I need,” she whispered. “So much. Please, tell me that you need me,
too.”

“What do you need?” he asked
silkily, keeping the pressure light. “Tell me, Emily. What do you need from me
this morning?”

“I need you to fuck me. Make
love with me. I want to be one with you again, Gaius, please. I need
everything. I want everything all over again.”

“I like how needy you sound,” he
growled in her ear. “But, Emily, my sweet, making love to you and fucking you
are two very different things. Do you want me to make love with you this
morning?” he asked, sliding his finger down into her pussy and stroking her
lightly. “Or do you want me to fuck you?” He flicked and pinched her clit
roughly.

“Can we do both?” she gasped
out. “Make love with me. Fuck me. You decide? I’m yours, Gaius, and you know
that. Here in our bedroom, I’m yours
…
whatever you want
…
whatever you
need.”

His lips curled ever so
slightly. He gave her clit another little squeeze before releasing it and
throwing the blankets back. “On your hands and knees, then. Ass up in the air,”
he ordered, moving the pillows off the bed.

“Yes, Sir.” She grinned.
“Red—I’ll remember the safeword.” She hoped he would give her a bit more of
what they had shared last night. On her hands and knees, she looked back at him
and felt her pussy clench at just how glorious he looked sitting there on his
own knees behind her.

“Good girl. Now, put your
shoulders on the bed and stretch your arms out. I want your ass nice and high
for me so I can see my sweet little pussy better.”

“Yes, Sir.” She did as he
instructed, automatically fisting the mattress so he knew that her hands were
secured. She waited eagerly, so wet that she was all but dripping. She throbbed
with need but knew he would soothe the ache.

“Very good,” he said. The bed
dipped as he moved around behind her, just out of sight, something else that
added to the anticipation. “My pussy is very wet, Emily. I like seeing how wet
it gets as you think about what I might do. It’s very encouraging.” She could
feel his breath on her behind. He was much closer now.

The smack to her right cheek was
a shock, the one that followed on her left less so. “You like that, don’t you?”
he asked. “I can see my pussy swelling with need. Such a greedy little pussy it
is.” He smacked her again, right, then left.

“Yes, Sir. It’s very greedy for
you and only you. Please, more?” She wanted to feel the stinging again as he
was slamming his cock deep inside of her.

She got a sharp smack from him.
“Please more what?” he growled in a low, soft voice. “You know the proper way
to ask me for more, do you not, Emily?” Left, right, harder. Her bottom was
starting to burn now.

Emily whimpered.
Damn, if that doesn’t feel amazing
.
“More please, Sir.” She was begging him now. She had been testing him, waiting
to see if he would catch her not using “Sir.” She loved it when he corrected
her. Her cheeks stung, but in the most delicious and wonderful of ways.

“That’s my good girl,” he said,
rubbing his large hands over her behind, soothing the sting a little. She felt
the bed move as he shifted. “Now, what should I do with my pretty little
pussy?” Gaius stroked a lazy finger over her slit, just barely brushing her
clit as he drew it up to run lightly around her anus. “Do you have any
suggestions, Emily?” He was teasing her, drawing the moment out, making her
ache and want more.

“Anything you want, Sir. It’s
your pussy. Your ass. I’m yours. Please fuck me, Sir. Fuck me and make me come.
Spill your hot semen deep inside of my tight pussy. Sir.” God, she had never
been so turned on, so tortured, and so blissfully happy in all of her entire life
as she was right then.

“You mean
my
pussy don’t you, sweetheart?” He smacked her bottom twice more
before she felt the head of his cock rubbing over her slit. “Hmm, I like the
idea of you coming and coming until you don’t think you can anymore and then
making you come again before I give my greedy little pussy my seed.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her muscles
clenched, and need crawled through her. She didn’t push back, though. As much
as she wanted to, she kept her shoulders to the bed and her ass up in the air,
presented to him. “Please, Sir, fill your pussy?”

His fingers skated up and down
her lower back as he rocked his hips slowly. Just when she thought she would
scream, he drove deep into her. “By the gods, Emily,” he growled out, gripping
her hips. “You are so fucking tight and hot. Fuck.” He accented each word with
a thrust—hard, fast, and slightly desperate.

“Gaius.” She cried out his name
as his balls slapped against her clit and made her come—for the first time in a
line of many, she was certain.

“We’re not done, not by a long
shot,” he gritted, his words a promise. Sliding a hand around her, he pressed
it between her breasts and pulled her up to sit in his lap, turning her. “Arms
around my neck,” he commanded, his fingers sliding down to play with her clit.
“Soon, I want to be in your ass like this. Maybe allow you to play with
yourself as I fuck your tight little ass good and hard. Would you like that?”

She held on to him as she rode
his cock. “Yes, Sir. I would love that. I would fuck your pussy with my fingers.
Stroke your clit with them as you tell me to.” She wanted him to touch her clit
now, wanted him to put his fingers in her ass now. Something, anything. She
wanted it all.

“I would love to see your
fingers glistening from my pussy,” he told her, nipping at her shoulder.
“Later, I’ll watch as you touch yourself. Don’t come until I tell you to.”

“Yes, Sir.”
Damn, another battle with my control
. But the pure and
unadulterated pleasure that swamped her after was well worth it. “I’m yours,”
she panted. But she also knew that he was hers, too.

“Yes, you are,” he said. Sliding
a hand up, he cupped her jaw and gently turned her head. “Mine, forever, just
as I will forever be yours.” Kissing her gently, he finally began to stroke her
clit with his other hand while he slowly slid his cock in and out of her pussy.

Emily shuddered. With his kiss,
she felt his emotions for her, the love that was there even though they had
only just met. She felt … everything. When his fingers touched her clit,
though, she went a little crazy, forcing herself not to come, holding back for
him. Only for him.

When he lifted his head, he
watched her from under hooded lids. “Emily, my sweet girl, come for me, now,”
he ordered, pinching her clit hard. He didn’t alter the pace of his thrusts,
but he didn’t have to, not given how wound up she was. She came the moment he
told her she could. The pinch only added to the intensity and had her sobbing
out his name as she came. Her hands tightened on his neck, and she held him
impossibly closer.

“So beautiful,” he murmured as
his finger slicked over her clit some more. He was still pumping into her,
slowly, drawing her orgasm out. “But I want to see you give me another. Lie on
your back on the bed. Play with these lovely nipples while I fuck you some more.”

“Yes, Sir.” He gently placed her
on the mattress. Lifting her hands to her breasts, she began to toy with her
nipples, twisting and pinching them, aching with the delightful need that
showed on his face and that she was creating by playing with her own body.

He settled her ass up on his
thighs, with her feet by his hips so that she was arched slightly. His
cock—still hard—rested against the curve of her buttocks and lower back. Her
pussy was bare to him in the position and, with her legs propped wide, she
didn’t have a lot of leverage. She watched as Gaius slid a finger along her
seam before lightly smacking her engorged clit. “Harder,” he growled, his gaze
on her hands.

She obeyed. Twisting, she
punished her nipples. Pleasure surged, and she had to bite her lower lip to
keep from coming. Her eyelids were at half-mast as she watched him with need.
“Please, Sir, may I come again?”
God, I
need him to come, too
. To have him spilling deep inside and leaving her
full of his seed. She loved that feeling.

He slapped her clit hard again
and shook his head. “Not yet. You can hold out longer.” Then he leaned back and
pressed his cock into her slowly, so very slowly. Cupping her buttock, he began
to rock in and out, his eyes never leaving hers. “Tug on them, pinch them, and
twist them until you want to scream, but do not come.”

“Yes—” She gasped and swallowed,
forcing her orgasm under control. “Yes, Sir.” She worked her nipples just as he
would and felt the sweat pouring off herself from holding back her release.
When we come again, oh, it’s going to be
Fourth-of-Fucking-July explosion big.

“Perfect.” He worked her clit
with his thumb. His cock was sliding in and out in a quicker rhythm. Over and
over, he slammed into her as she fought for control. Leaning up and over her,
he began to drive into her hard enough that she was moving on the bed. The
tension ratcheted up. Then he looked at her. “Come,” he commanded as he slammed
his cock home and let go, his cum splashing into her body.

Emily’s gaze was on Gaius’s face
as he came, her orgasm going right along with his. She cried out, her whole
body clenching, her hands flying up to his shoulders to pull him closer.
Needing to touch more of him. Her legs tightened as if to hold his pulsating
cock deep inside of her womb.

He slid his arms around her and
held her just as close. “Shh,” he whispered against her cheek. “I have you,
Emily. I have you, and I’m not letting go,” he promised with a kiss to her
skin.