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  “Your lustrous hair should be down. I want my hands in it before I pull it. I want to see these abundant curls splayed across my chest and a pillow. I want to feel it damp from sweat after I fuck you senseless, and I want to see it soaked from the shower we’ll both be in.”

  “My hair is unruly,” I say softly.

  He tilts my chin. “Your hair is beautiful. Don’t ever say that again, or I’ll do something to you to remind you not to.”

  Reaching his hands down to my waist, he pulls my sweater over my head and tosses it to the floor. Unhooking my bra in the front, he slowly slides the straps off my shoulders. I shut my eyes, my body trembling before him.

  “Open, Alayna.”

  My lashes flutter until I meet his lethal gaze. It’s deadly to my psyche, somehow able to penetrate and dissect every want, need, and vulnerability that comprise my being, yet I gaze into his black wells and see nothing but hunger and mystery.

  Damon leans back and stares at my chest. Cupping my breasts, he massages them slowly. “Your tits are sensational, and you should want to see me admire them. These ...” he says as he begins twirling his thumbs around my nipples, “... are perfection.”

  My hands slide to his waist and grip tight before my head falls back.

  “Give in to the pleasure, Alayna.”

  After a few tugs of my nipples, he lets go long enough to pull his sweater over his head. My hands immediately delve into his shiny, black hair, and he reaches for my wrists but soon lets them go and closes his eyes, looking as if he’s reveling in the feel of my fingernails on his scalp.

  After a few seconds, his eyes snap open and a look of frustration washes over his face. Powerful arms wrap around me before I’m lowered onto the plush rug. Damon is poised above me, a hand placed by each side of my head.

  “I won’t restrain your hands if you can keep them still. Don’t touch me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” I’m breathless, gasping for air to fill my starving lungs.

  “Take a deep breath, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Damon

  “I’m nervous,” she says. “I’ve only ever been with one man.”

  “I’ll soon be the only man you remember. Relax, and let me make you feel incredible.”

  Swooping my head down, I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it before I slowly release it. I see her hands trying to come up.

  “Don’t.” I move to the other nipple, sucking it into my mouth, giving it the same teasing pleasure and slowly letting it pop free.

  She whimpers and clutches the fibers of the rug. Moving my body farther down, I circle my tongue along her smooth stomach. She flinches, and bumps appear all over her skin.

  “Fuck, Alayna, I love the effect I have on you.” Sitting up while straddling her lower legs, I deliberately take my time unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans.

  “I bet you’re soaking wet, and my fingers ... my mouth ... and my cock will soon find out.”

  Her eyes blink and body trembles harder. I move to the end of her feet and lazily take her jeans and socks off, never looking away from her stunning, green eyes.

  Stalking my way back up her legs, I take in the sight of her silky, black panties, red hair against the cream colored rug, and her pink nipples that are rigid and waiting.

  I find myself drinking in the sight of Alayna in a way I’ve never done with a woman before. Finding her irresistible, I plan to spend the next few days having her every way I desire.

  Chapter Eight

  Alayna

  I believe Damon Lear could have a limitless effect on my body. Every feathery breath across my bare skin, every touch from his artful lips and every circle of his tongue have me impatiently waiting for more.

  I struggle with quickening breaths as he tauntingly drags my panties down my legs. After sliding them completely off, he lifts one of my calves and grazes his lips down the backside of it. Squirming, I try to pull free. He stops moving and shoots me a look.

  “You have to find some control if you’re going to stand the pleasure and pain. Find it, Alayna.” His tone’s commanding, and it excites me more, which only feeds my impatience.

  He places my leg he’s holding over his shoulder and then the other as he lowers himself. Now, every breath that escapes me is punctuated with fear. With Damon it’s as if I’ve never been touched before. His words from October play repeatedly in my head.

  One night. You’ll forget whoever touched you before me.

  After spreading me wide, I cry out when I feel the first violent stroke of his tongue down my folds. How will I ever stay still through this? Damon plunges two fingers inside of me.

  “As I expected, you’re sopping wet, your pussy is waiting for me to fill it full, to make it come.”

  In October, Damon’s words shocked me and seemed dirty. Now, they’re erotic, painting a picture so vivid, I can’t see anything else. His tongue works its way down my delicate flesh, lapping and licking as his fingers gradually move forward and back.

  Every second of his consistent pace brings me closer to orgasm. He pulls my clit between his teeth before sucking it, and I lose all control of my hands, grabbing his hair hard. Glancing down, I see his eyes dart up.

  “Lay your hands on your stomach.”

  I do as I’m told, and in an instant, they’re bound by his free hand, my wrists squeezed together like before. Damon picks up his pace, plunging his fingers in and out of me, but then he slows, and I feel a vibration, a hum against my flesh before I’m bathed by his searing breath.

  He repeats this pattern over and over until I feel like a volcano that’s been brought to eruption, his burning breath heating me, creating the lava that has to be released.

  “Damon ... please don’t slow down again.”

  “Are you begging me, Alayna?”

  “Yes, I’m begging. Please let me come.”

  His fingers begin moving faster, his tongue circling over my clit until I’m unraveling, writhing, trying to flail.

  My release radiates outward like a mushroom cloud, splintering every nerve fiber in two. My body thrashes from the inside out as Damon holds my wrists against my stomach with one hand, his other across my thighs.

  “Don’t let your orgasm leave you. Absorb every second of it.”

  I feel the release of my wrists and the complete absence of Damon’s body. Although I’m sweating, I feel cold and whimper, wishing he was on me again. Opening my eyes, I see him stripping down as he stands at my feet.

  Taking in the view of every part of his body, I wonder how someone so gloriously beautiful and confident could have a yearning for me. I’m a complete amateur at sex compared to him, but I can feel his want.

  I don’t know where the condom came from, but I watch him slip it on his impressive length. More than wanting him buried inside me, I want his skin against mine and sigh in comfort when he lands on top of me.

  Damon

  No other woman has ever tested my self-control this much. Her writhing from my tongue, her sweet taste and her moaning kept me right on the cusp.

  “Baby, give me your wrists.”

  She puts them together above her. Taking hold of them again with one hand, I lay them on the carpet above her head. With my face inches from hers, I gaze into her eyes.

  “Are you OK?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she replies softly.

  I thrust into her, groaning from the sheath like fit. Covering her mouth with mine, I share her taste left on my tongue. I can tell I’ve caught her off guard, and I’m discovering even more how vanilla her world has been. I’m going to make up for all the years she’s missed being the object of a man’s desire.

  Fighting the urge to fuck her hard, I repeatedly thrust into her at a rhythmic pace, my hand tightly wrapped around her wrists while the other clutches a chunk of her hair.

  Her body arches upward, allowing me to go farther in. The even tighter sensation and depth brings me close to climax, and I feel her following me. Al
ayna gasps as she tries to speak.

  “Please, Damon, let my hands go, so I can touch you.” Hesitating at first, I finally let her go. I plunge into her hard several times until she cries out, coming around me, the constriction pushing me over the crest.

  I feel her arms wrap around my back, her sweat covered hands hot on my skin. All my fingers clutch her thick hair as I still, pulsing into her.

  “Fuck, Alayna.” My words are muffled against her neck. After a minute, I lean up and brush my lips along her forehead. “Your hair is damp from fucking, just as I wanted.”

  She begins giggling, her body jerking beneath me.

  “You’re not supposed to be laughing.”

  “I’m sorry, but the way you say ‘fucking’ like it’s a word you’d use in every sentence is funny.”

  I roll off of her and get up. Taking off the condom, I grab my boxer briefs. “I’ll be right back. I’m beginning to think you’re not going to be very compliant with my future plans.”

  The giggling continues, causing me to shake my head all the way to the restroom. I have an unsettling feeling Alayna’s going to disrupt my world in ways I didn’t plan for.

  Alayna

  Wow. That was amazing.

  I grab my panties and go to the restroom off my bedroom. Sex with Damon was better than I could’ve ever imagined. If those two mind blowing orgasms were my only ones this week, I’d be a happy woman, but I’m thrilled knowing there will likely be more.

  When I return, Damon’s in his boxer briefs. Ogling him yet again, I imagine he could wear a clown suit and still look hot. I watch him grab a blanket off the back of the sofa.

  “Sit next to me. You need to eat more,” he says, grabbing the plate of snacks and sitting up on the sofa. He’s worried about me.

  “Thank you. That did feel incredible.” I smile at him before I grab a piece of cheese.

  “Yes, it did.” Damon holds an olive to my mouth, dropping it in before I can take a bite of my Colby.

  I stare at his face. Since meeting him, I haven’t felt comfortable taking a long look, so I study, absorbing to memory his strong, chiseled features that have me questioning his family heritage.

  His nose is slightly crooked like it’s possibly been broken, and I’ve never seen iris’s so dark or hair so pitch-black. Noticing his shiny strands are damp with sweat, too, I’m eager to run my fingers through them.

  “Why did you say you wanted to fight this?” I ask.

  “Since meeting you, I’ve read a few of your novels.”

  “And?” My eyes are wide as I give him a questioning look.

  He chuckles. “That should say it all.”

  I can’t help but look away this time, my face warming all over. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “They’re strictly about love and romance. Neither of which I engage in.”

  “Oh.” I stare straight ahead, not sure what else to say. Damon turns my chin toward him.

  “They’re ... sweet like you. I gathered you weren’t into kink, so I didn’t think you’d like it or be able to handle it.”

  “What changed your mind?”

  “I’m not sure I have, but once you said you wanted me to touch you, I couldn’t resist, and then you let me restrain you, which only made my appetite stronger.”

  Panic that he might push me away hits me hard. I’m craving more and feel a strong need to please him.

  “I can handle it.” I clench my eyes shut. “OK, I can’t say since I don’t know exactly what you plan to do to me, but I—I want to try.”

  “Then what are your hard limits?”

  “Aren’t those the things I absolutely won’t do?”

  “Correct.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “You have to decide and be able to tell me for us to continue. That means you have to have some ideas of your soft limits, the things you’ll consider.

  “It’s likely I’ll instigate them, so you have to imagine me pushing you to the brink with those, and then decide if you’d actually do them.”

  “What are some things you’d call soft limits?”

  “It doesn’t work that way. I can’t decide for you. What I think are soft, you could adamantly refuse to do, which makes them hard.”

  I’m becoming frustrated. I thought he’d tell me what we’re doing next or try to take what he wants. I let out a loud sigh. “OK, then tell me a few things you’d like to do to me.”

  I watch Damon slowly set the plate of food on the floor, and the next thing I know, I’m flat on my back on the sofa. He’s on top of me, holding himself up with his forearms, and his fingers are deep in my hair as he bores a hole through me. I suck in his warm breath and hold it.

  “I want to blindfold you, tie you up and fuck you in every position possible. I want to pull your hair, spank you and bite you. I want to hurt you, Alayna. I do. But only to the point you get pleasure from it. I want you to want it.

  “I want to tease every inch of your body by barely touching you like a whisper until it drives you insane. You’ll beg me to let you come, but I’ll make you wait until I feel like it.”

  The heat rolls through my body like a dust storm as the blood pumps through my veins at lightning speed.

  “Breathe, Alayna, breathe.”

  Scared, curious and wet between my thighs, I let out an overwhelming breath. Damon’s lips brush across mine before they find my cheek and then my ear.

  “Precious, you don’t even realize how desirable you are. I want to pleasure you for hours, no part of your body left deprived. Think about it and research it. Then let me know.” Damon climbs off of me and grabs his clothes before he starts to walk out of the room.

  “Oh, Alayna,” he says, turning around, his powerful, defined body on full display. “This is in no way a threat. I’m merely stating what happens if you say no, which is nothing. Nothing else will happen between us. I don’t do relationships.”

  He leaves, and I lie stretched out on the sofa in only my panties. My fingers run along my lips as images of what he wishes to do to me flash through my mind.

  It stung a little to hear him say he’d never touch me again, like it’d be easy to walk away if I said no, but I won’t. I’ve never felt so alive.

  I throw on my clothes, clean up the food and wine and stand at the window. It’s in the afternoon, and the snow is only piling up more.

  There’s a part of me fearful the weather will clear, and I feel instantly overwhelmed. Research. That’s what he said to do. I get out the laptop in my room and fire it up.

  Damon

  I pace around my bedroom with a raging hard-on. Why didn’t I surprise her as we go? Instead, I tell Alayna all the torturous sounding things I want to do to her.

  I was trying to be considerate, letting her know what she was signing up for, but I likely ruined any chance at having my way with her. Then, to make matters worse, I basically tell her how disposable she is if she refuses. I don’t deserve to touch her.

  ***

  After writing for a couple of hours, I’m anxious to see her, so I go to the kitchen and attempt to fix us dinner, hoping it’ll lure her from her room.

  I turn around from the stove, when I’ve almost finished a stir-fry, and find Alayna staring at me.

  “Hi. I thought you didn’t cook.”

  “I normally don’t, but I’m capable. Are you hungry?”

  “Yes. We didn’t exactly have lunch.”

  I give her an alluring look. “I have to say I thought lunch was pretty appetizing.”

  Watching her porcelain skin turn pink, I can’t help but stroll toward her. With one of my hands deep inside her curls, I massage her scalp as she gazes up at me, showing the same longing I’m feeling. Unsure of how much time I’ve been lost in her beauty, I pull away and go back to the stove.

  She sets the table and fixes us both drinks. We sit down to eat, and there’s an awkward silence between us.

  “So, is this your only home?” she asks after a couple
of minutes.

  “I have a place in the Hamptons.”

  “Wow, that’s nice.”

  “Yes, it’s a relaxing place. Are you from New York originally?”

  “I was raised in Long Island.”

  “Why are you considering moving to the city then?”

  “Felicia’s begging. We’ve never had the opportunity to live near each other, and she’s convinced the city life will be a good change for me. Aside from being close to her, I do not wish to live here.”

  I sit quietly through the rest of dinner, contemplating my strong need for Alayna. I find myself desperate to touch her, and I don’t like it.

  Chapter Nine

  Alayna

  Damon seems in deep thought, and it’s difficult to converse with him over dinner. I finish and rinse my plate off. I’m worried he’s having second thoughts.

  “I want to shower first, but please let me do the dishes,” I say before walking to the window to look at the snow. I’d spent the time in my room researching BDSM. I already knew some things but definitely not enough.

  While reading, I became aroused, and it frustrated me as I wondered how being submissive to someone could turn me on. I can’t deny that it did, and I can’t help but want to give myself completely to Damon.

  I’m unsure how I’ll manage the pain aspect of it until I experience it, but I’ll try anything for the opportunity to be close to him.

  Although staring out at the snow, my attention’s centered on a recap of Damon’s long fingers channeling pleasure along my skin, his smoldering breath and moist lips bestowing a preview of what’s to come.

  “I can’t believe it’s still snowing this hard.” I jump, startled out of my fantasy as he continues talking. “I gave almost every employee the day off, but tomorrow, many more will have to work from home,” he says.

  Taking hold of my upper arms from behind, he puts his mouth to my ear. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”