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  His fingers are pulling at his lower lip, that arm vertical, elbow resting on his other arm. His gaze rakes me from head to toe. “How is your body this different in a month? I thought it was the dress last night, but your body has changed.”

  I see his bulging shaft pressing against his dress pants.

  “I exercised almost every day after I left here, and I’ve been watching what I eat. It’s not that big of a deal.”

  “Alayna, your body was great before. Why did you feel a need to change it?”

  “You don’t like it?”

  “I didn’t think it was possible to find your body more attractive, and I don’t want you to think you need to change it, but I can see you’re more toned, so yes, I like it. You didn’t answer my question. Why?”

  I feel my face turning red. “When I stayed with you last month, I was exhausted after we would have sex. I could tell I was out of shape.”

  One side of his mouth tilts as he fights a smile. Arrogant bastard. He thinks I did this for him, knowing we’d see each other again. I didn’t know but wished.

  “Walk in front of me to your bedroom. Once there, face the side of the bed and kneel. I’ll be in shortly, and don’t remove those heels.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I feel his eyes on me as I walk down the long hall. Knowing how to walk sexy in these heels would be handy right now. If only I had paid attention to that Project Runway show.

  Since Damon didn’t give me instructions to, I don’t turn on a light before I kneel at the side of the bed. This bedroom suite looks like it’s made from mahogany, and I’m resting on a cream, plush rug, similar to the one in the living room.

  The entire penthouse is decorated in dark wood and warm shades of creams and tans. I’m wondering who decorated it. Actually, I’m thinking about anything but what is about to happen to me.

  I’m nervous as hell, and I’ve about chewed off my entire nail. I hear Damon stroll in behind me and turn on a lamp. My head yanks backward, causing me to gasp. He has hold of a hefty chunk of my unruly, red locks.

  “This is a flogger. Have you seen one before?”

  “No, sir.” He’s dangling it out and above me, so I can view it.

  “This one is made of leather and has wide strips, so it will feel more like a thud rather than a sting. Although, I can make it sting. I want you to get familiar with it first. Feel it.”

  I reach my hand out and touch the soft leather. The straps are close to two feet long. Damon sits on the bed and faces me.

  Holy Shit, I could never grow tired of checking out his body. I’ve missed ogling it. He’s barefoot, and his black dress pants are unbuttoned and unzipped, giving the bulge that’s still present more room.

  “You are more adventurous than I expected you to be, and after looking at your neck, I’m concerned you won’t use your safe word, so we’re changing to a stop light system.

  “You don’t have to use green, but if there is something you really enjoy, you can tell me, and if I want to, I’ll do it more. If you feel you can handle something but are close to your threshold, say yellow. If you need me to stop, say red. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Slowly he stands in front of me, and starting at my stomach, he drags the flogger upward. It tickles as it works its way to my chest. When he gets there, he twirls it over each breast, his wrist moving in a circular motion.

  I feel my nipples jutting out, and the sensations are amazing as he lazily circles the stiffened peaks. His cock is hard in front of me, and I imagine him pulling it out and sticking it in my mouth. Hmm ... I move my finger to my lips and begin biting on my nail. Damon halts, his eyes narrowing as he stares down at me.

  “I’m fully aware you’re a smart woman, Alayna, so don’t think for a second that I don’t know what you’re doing.”

  Damon sets the flogger behind him on the bed and lowers his pants down his hips a little. He pulls his magnificent cock out and strokes it. I can’t take my eyes off of it.

  “Finger out, Alayna. I think you want my dick in your mouth,” he says. I pull my finger away. He’s right, and I don’t see how he can resist putting it there, but I have a feeling he’s not going to. He confuses the hell out of me.

  Damon

  I’m not sure if I should be happy that she wants my cock in her mouth or angry that she’s challenging me right out of the gate. I’ll let her suck it but she’s waiting. She’s not getting control.

  I stop stroking it and pick up the flogger. After strolling behind her, I wrap her hair around my wrist and yank her head back. Startled, Alayna stares up at me, her sweet lip quivering.

  I put the flogger to the front of her and drag it up her chest again. Her eyes close, and I savor the erotic look on her face. I circle around her nipples and she whimpers.

  After repeating several times, I lift her head and drape her hair over one shoulder. Rolling my wrist, I hit her shoulders and upper back lightly with the flogger. Her body begins to lax. “How does that feel, Alayna?”

  “Good, sir.”

  “Stand. Lean over and place your palms flat on the bed.” She does as I request, and I have to admire her before I continue. “You look fucking incredible, Alayna. Let’s see how you feel.”

  I slowly drag the flogger from the front of her pussy to the back. She’s whimpering, but they soon turn into moans when I slip two fingers inside.

  “You like what I’m doing to you. Your body doesn’t lie. Let’s see what it can take.” I use my foot to kick her legs farther apart. “Remember what we discussed.”

  Swinging the flogger, I begin to smack her gorgeous ass with it, and after a couple of hits, I want to fuck her bad. Making a figure eight motion with my wrist, I pick up my pace, striking her harder.

  She whimpers and begins pushing her ass toward me even more. I let up and lightly drag the flogger across her shoulders and upper back before running it between her legs again. Her body language is screaming for more, so I swat her a couple of times at the previous intensity.

  She doesn’t flinch. Hard across the under curve of her butt, I strike again. Legs give a little as her lower body tucks inward, instinctually trying to get away, but she sticks her ass right back out.

  “Alayna, I’ll be back. Don’t move.”

  When I return to the room, I stand at the doorway, soaking in the erotic sight of my sensual being in her thigh highs and heels, legs apart and ass in the air. The one that’ll soon be cherry red.

  “This flogger will give more of a sting than a thud. I’m going to use it with the other one.” I hold it in front of her. She nods and begins chewing on her bottom lip. Alayna’s determined not to tell me to stop, but she might not have a choice.

  Alayna

  I’m nervous and excited all in one. How bad will this hurt? The other flogger barely stung, so I believe I can take whatever he gives.

  He hits, and you can hear the snap. That stings, but I like it. Again. Ouch. I picture his dick sticking up out of his pants behind me and become more aroused.

  Another strike. Son of a bitch that hurt. I curl my fingers up into my palms that are on the bed and stick my butt back out for him to hit.

  “Your ass is turning pink, Alayna. You can speak if you’d like.”

  “Don’t stop.”

  “I know what you’re doing, and you’re picking the wrong time to challenge me. Baby, the redder your ass gets, the more I have the urge to spank it.” He runs his hand over one of my butt cheeks, and it brings back the throbbing between my legs.

  Three more times, and I’m pretty certain he’s only using the thinner flogger now. Those stung like a bitch. He’s proving a point. I’m not following the rules. He knows it, I know it, but I don’t want to tell him to stop. I won’t say red.

  Another strike, and holy shit, I’m done.

  “Yellow,” I yell.

  I feel the kiss to the top of my head.

  “You did good, baby.” In an instant, Damon’s fingers slide into me. �
�And you enjoyed every second of it.”

  Oh, god. I can’t help but push back against his hand.

  “I’ve stared at your ass too long not to fuck you. Turn around, and lie flat on your back with your knees up.” Damon undresses and puts on a condom as I climb onto the bed. Taking hold of my knees he yanks me until my ass is right at the edge of the mattress.

  In a standing position, he powers into me in one hurried move. I clench my fists and push my head back from the pleasure that has been building since he started with the flogger. I know I’m going to climax fast.

  After he closes my knees together with his hand, he pushes them toward my chest, which allows him to bury deeper. He’s so far in that it feels like he’s pressing against a wall.

  Staring up at him, I see the corded veins in his neck and biceps. His nipples are rock-hard, and his pectorals flex. He’s never taken me this deep, but each thrust feels amazing and pushes me right to the edge.

  “Touch your breasts, Alayna.”

  My eyelids close as I take hold of my nipples. I twirl them between my fingers before I pull them and let them free.

  “Open those damn eyes.”

  They fly open, and the gaze meeting me is wicked and frenzied. “You look fucking gorgeous like this, Alayna. Wet your fingers and twirl your nipples again.”

  I do the erotic things he demands as if he’s asking me to do some general chore. I long to please him as I become further hooked on the attention he gives me. My fingers languidly circle my nipples, and I see the lust driving him.

  “Come with me, Alayna.” Damon plunges in and stills. He’s so far inside as my muscles contract around him, squeezing forcefully each time. We ride the thundering waves of pleasure before he lets me go.

  I capture my breath and move up to rest my head on the pillow. After removing the condom, he falls into bed and pulls me against him.

  I’m doing a victory cheer inside for the affection he’s instigating. Damon must truly want me here, and there’s no place I’d rather be.

  Chapter Nine

  Damon

  Alayna’s head is resting over my heart. I’m anxious having her against me, but I can’t have her running off again, so I’m giving a little of what she needs. Sex with her is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I hadn’t realized how mechanical my sex life was until she came into my life.

  I don’t want to imagine going back to what I was doing before since I don’t believe I could. It was disastrous when I tried. This whole situation is scaring the shit out of me, but the thought of her dating someone else infuriates me, so I can’t let it happen.

  “Do you have a room in this house where you um, can play?”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “Is this how it always works? I mean, in this room?”

  “No.”

  “Then, do you always go to their house?”

  I’m growing more uncomfortable by the second, and she can probably feel my heart beating faster.

  “No, Alayna, and I think that’s enough discussion about it.”

  “We haven’t discussed anything.”

  I lift her off of me and turn onto my side. She looks a little hurt. This right here is why vanilla leaves a bad taste in my mouth, but for some reason, Alayna’s a sweeter version I can’t resist. I run my knuckles down her cheek.

  “I don’t want details of your past sexual experiences, so I don’t see why you need to hear about mine.”

  “The difference is that you know what mine consisted of. They were with one guy and dull as hell. So, if you don’t have a play room, you didn’t have women in this room, and you didn’t go to their house, what did you do before I came along?”

  I sigh heavily. “I mostly engaged in sexual activity somewhere else, and that’s all you need to know about the past.”

  Her lips crease as she scrunches her forehead.

  “Why are you so closed off? I don’t understand. It sounds like you have a nice family and had a good upbringing.”

  “Alayna.” I give her a stern look. “Can we stay in the present? It’s been working out pretty damn good for the last twenty-four hours.”

  Her cheek is resting on her hands as she blinks at me. Finally, her face softens.

  “How about I let it go for now, and you sleep in here with me?”

  “You’re maddening, Alayna.” I slide my hand to the nape of her neck and pull her head to me before I give her a short but hard kiss. Afterward, she gives me a wide grin that’s fucking beautiful.

  “Then you must be a masochist since you want me around.”

  “I might have to inflict some more pain if you don’t stop with the sassy attitude. Come on, let’s go to sleep.” I lean over and turn off the light before I pull her against me. She begins giggling.

  “What could you possibly find so funny right now?”

  “Um, can I take off my heels?”

  I click the lamp back on. She rolls onto her back and brings her legs straight up in the air. With that bright grin still on her face, she wiggles her feet.

  I can’t stop my smile. “Yes, Alayna.”

  She removes them and drops her legs back to the bed.

  “Ouch. My ass hurts.”

  “That was my goal tonight. Now, roll over, and I’ll keep your ass warm.

  I’m thirty-two years old, and this is the first time in thirteen years I’m attempting to sleep in bed with a woman. I’m not sure which is more fucked up; the fact that it’s taken this long or the fact that I’m going to try it.

  Alayna

  “Precious.”

  My eyes open to darkness. He’s still here. His hand runs down the length of my hair.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “Your ass has been pressed against me for hours, I need to touch you.”

  “What time is it?”

  “Three. Lie on your stomach, scoot down in the bed some, and straighten your arms out over your head.”

  I roll over and feel the bed shift. He puts on another condom before he pushes my legs open. How many did he bring in here?

  One of his hands is holding him up so he doesn’t crush me while the other reaches over top of me and wraps around mine, bringing my wrists together snugly.

  “Should I get on my hands and knees, sir?”

  “You don’t have to call me sir. Stay put. Have you done it lying this flat on your stomach?”

  “No, but I imagine you’re going to educate me.”

  “Actually, I haven’t done it this way, either.”

  The next thing I know, his tip is right there, instantly teasing me. He glides it in slowly, inch by inch, raking my flesh in the most heavenly way.

  “Damn, that feels incredible,” he says.

  Nerve endings uncover and awaken as blood rushes there, stirring a whirlpool of sensations. Damon’s lips glide across my bare shoulder, his grip on my wrists tightens, and he pushes the rest of the way in.

  “Fuck, Alayna, I have to do that again.” He pulls almost all the way out of me and enters at the same slow pace, causing the whirlpool of sensations to widen and deepen.

  He picks up his rhythm but never moves fast like he has the other times. Although I’m on my stomach, it feels more like love-making, and I’m relishing in the feel of being blanketed by his smoldering, iron-like frame.

  The pleasure is beginning to swallow me up as he rocks above me, lighting up my exposed nerves. The fire has spread and is suffocating my control.

  “Damon, I can’t last any longer,” I say.

  He pulls back and thrusts into me faster and deeper three more times before a violent orgasm claims me. I’m writhing in its grasp, my face buried in the sheet, and I feel him convulsing along with me.

  His fingers lace through mine, his breath blazes against my neck, and sweat is everywhere between us. I don’t want to be set free.

  Damon

  Alayna is walking toward me in the hallway after I leave my room to get breakfast.

  “I hope you don
’t mind, but I used your gym,” she says between choppy breaths. Seeing the bruises on her neck, her flushed skin, hair up messy, and the sweat dripping off her has me hard again. This insatiable thirst for her is making me insane.

  “No, that’s great. I should’ve showed it to you. I’m glad someone else is using it.” She begins to walk past me, so I take hold of her arm. “Have you eaten yet?”

  “No. I’m going to shower.” She goes to pull away, and I realize something’s wrong.

  “I’ll fix us something.”

  “No, thank you.”

  “Alayna, look at me.” Her eyes lift to mine, but she’s frowning. “I’m sorry I wasn’t in your room when you awoke. I—I’m not used to a woman being pressed against me all night.

  “I was going to have to wake you up again, and I figured you wouldn’t be too happy about it a second time. Well, third if you count the last time you stayed here.” I smile at her, but she doesn’t find it funny. Now, I’m getting pissed. I look at her sharply.

  “Alayna, I don’t make a habit of apologizing. Give me a break. I’m already completely out of my comfort zone with you staying here.”

  She pokes me in the chest.

  “If that’s the fucking case then why did you change my flight out of here? We’re having a come to Jesus meeting right now, mister.”

  Oh shit. I thought I’d be giving her that tidbit of information. Come to Jesus meeting? I fight a chuckle.

  She clenches her fists. “Don’t smirk at me! You were the one who brought me here, remember? You can’t just do whatever the hell you want.”

  “I’m not sorry for this one. You might’ve said no.” Her eyes widen. Oh, she’s really pissed.

  “If I did, then you should respect that. I’m practically letting you have your way with my body, so you could at least respect some other boundaries.”

  She’s wagging her finger at me, and I’m going to bite it if she doesn’t stop. “You had to have gotten into my purse for ID to access my flight info online.”

  “It’s only two more days. It’s not like you can’t work from here.”