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Authors: Michelle Houston

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She was to be his for the next two days, and
despite her hatred for his actions, she realized she still cared,
which made her heart ache.

Closing her eyes, she relaxed against him as
she came to the determination that this time, she would use him.
She'd get her grandmother's painting for free, letting him foot the
bill, and in the end, she'd walk away from him and not look back.
She'd hurt him as he had her, as he still was.  Because she
was quickly realizing this weekend might very well succeed in
tearing her heart out, just when she had started thinking about
moving on.

In what time she had with him, she was going
to enjoy the masterful way he could play her body, drawing forth
sensations no other man had managed, storing up the memories for
when they parted again. When it didn't hurt so much, she would pull
the memories out again, and savor them. As much as she knew being a
submissive was an integral part of herself, Erica doubted she would
ever find another lover that she fit with as well as she did with
Ryan.

As if he sensed her thoughts weren't
completely with him in the present, Ryan's hand fisted in her hair
and with a soft jerk, he forced her head forward, causing her eyes
to fly open. Almost savagely, he kissed her, thrusting his tongue
into her mouth as he used his other hand to pull her tight against
his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against her
stomach.

Shifting back and forth, she rubbed her
nipples against the warmth of his smooth chest, her pussy growing
moist with the tactile touch of his body against hers. His free
hand grabbed her ass, pulling her tight against him. The hand in
her hair tightened, and he broke the kiss. Tipping his head, he
nipped at her neck, sending a sharp jolt of pain straight to her
nipples. Shivering at the dual sensations, she wanted to curl up
inside of his body and never come out. Her body missed his, and she
hadn't had a clue how much until this moment.

His fingers, torturously slow, started their
trek around her body, dancing over every erogenous zone along the
way, until they slipped between her legs and cupped her sex. Erika
trembled as he stroked a fingertip along the seam of her pussy
lips, then delved inside. She knew he could feel how wet she was
for him, and she flushed in embarrassment. She wanted to hate him,
wanted to hate his touch, but her body was alive with need for him.
It remembered his touch, and the masterful way he could bring her
to pleasure.

Bastard that he was, she knew he wasn't above
using it to his advantage. She had no doubt she would find
fulfillment with him, his ego would demand nothing less than that
she come apart in his arms.

As he stroked along her inner walls, a second
fingertip joined the first, curling slightly inside of her body,
caressing her slick flesh. Erika gasped as he thrust them hard
inside of her, the hand in her hair tightening as he pulled her
head back and bit the side of her neck.

Trembling in his arms, her body betraying
her, she could feel her juices trickling down her inner thighs as
her anticipation built. It had been so long since she had been
touched. Her body was responding to each brush of his skin against
hers, each stroke of his fingertip as he pumped his two fingers
into her pussy, then pulled them out, only to thrust them in
again.

Whimpering as her orgasm built, she bit her
lip, trying to delay the inevitable.

"You know you want to come, Erika. Why fight
it?" Her eyes flew open at his words. He hadn't given her
permission to come, and she had fallen back into the pattern of
waiting for it. Satisfaction glinted in his eyes, mixed with
something close to regret. Shaking off the fanciful notion that
Ryan Carstairs had anything to feel guilty about, especially since
this was his doing, Erica closed her eyes and arched into his
touch, grinding her pubic bone against his palm as she reached for
the release. A release her brain refused her.

Her nerves wound tighter, her pussy
contracting around his fingers, her body demanding the release from
the pressure, but she couldn't come. Her eyes flew open in
frustration.

A humorless chuckle passed Ryan's lips, and
then he whispered those sweet words her ears had grown to miss,
"Come for me."

The world flew apart as her orgasm crashed
over her. Breathless, she collapsed against his chest, trusting him
to keep her from falling, as he had so many times before.

When reality returned, she focused her gaze
on his chest as she awaited his next order. Her fingers itched to
explore his body, remembering familiar and beloved patterns of
touch. It was torture for her to be this close to him. It seemed to
be a mockery of what they had shared. But if she closed her eyes
and stopped thinking, she could almost fool herself into believing
it was real, that the months of loneliness had been a bad
dream.

"Touch me," he growled against her neck.

She reached between them and grasped the snap
of his pants, undoing it and sliding her hands past the waist and
down his body. Stroking her hands along his pelvis, she moved her
way to his groin. Stroking one hand up and down his cock, she
cupped his balls with her other. Almost as if her fingers moved of
their own violation, they stroked him in remembered patterns,
slipping past the ring of his ass and gently stroking over the ball
of nerves just inside his ass.

 

He pulled his hand from her pussy and cupped
her right leg, coaxing it up and around his waist. His cock brushed
against her smooth shaven skin as it sought entrance to her core.
He rocked his hips, gliding his cock back and forth, coating it in
the cream that still trickled from her body, evidence of her desire
for him.

Unable to hold back, she whispered his name
softly, her body craving the feel of his cock sliding deep within
her, filling her as only he ever had.

With a muffled curse, he dropped her leg and
pulled away. His pants pulled down around his hips, his cock
swaying free, he awkwardly stalked away from her. Erika quickly
adjusted her stance to catch her balance. Running a hand through
his hair, he used his other to pull up his pants.

Erika stood motionless, watching him as he
headed out of the room, only to return a few moments later with her
clothing. Tossing it at her feet, he said, "The painting's yours.
Get dressed, grab it and get out. I'll have the limo brought around
for you."

"I don't understand." Ignoring the clothing
at her feet, she tried to understand his sudden mood change.

"I can't do this any more. Just go." Ryan
dropped into the chair next to her, and leaned back, closing his
eyes. Watching a defeated look come over his features, Erika moved
closer and nudged him with her foot. When he opened his eyes and
looked at her, she met his gaze head on. His eyes glistened with
moisture, and for a moment she wondered if it was tears, before she
shrugged the thought of that possibility aside as highly
unlikely.

"What changed?"

"Damn it, woman, can't you take a hint?"

"Why did you break off the engagement?"

As his eyes widened, Erika knew she had hit a
nerve. She hadn't intended to ask, and if she was smart, she'd grab
the painting and run, but the look on his face was unlike any she
had seen before. It scared her, how much it hurt seeing him looking
like that. She ached to make him better.

"You don't know?"

She shook her head, wondering why he would
think she would.

"I know you got my letter. I sent it
certified and got a receipt back."

Remembering the envelope sitting unopened in
the back of her closet, she wished in that moment to have it in her
hands. Suddenly, she was dying to know what it said.

"I got it, I just never read it."

"Fuck!" Ryan exclaimed, his breath rushing
out of him. Leaning forward, he set his elbows on his knees and
watched her as he spoke slowly. "So you had no idea that I begged
you to understand, that I explained everything about the
engagement. How Cindy was desperate, how she just found out her
father was dying of cancer and he wanted her taken care of, and how
he always looked to me to do that. How she sent out the
announcement, figuring I would support her, and pretend for the few
weeks that remained of her father's life, since she couldn't tell
him that she was already in love…with another woman. She was afraid
the news would send him to his grave either mad at her or earlier
than expected."

The world dropped out from under Erika's
feet. She collapsed on the hardwood floor, her bare ass against the
cool wood. Reeling from the news, she didn't know what to say. A
whole year she had hated Ryan for lying to her, and then to find
out that he never had.

"Why the painting then?"

Ryan laughed softly, the mocking sound
echoing in the still room. "I tried to forget you, to tell myself
that you obviously weren't worth the effort, if you couldn't
understand the desperation Cindy felt. I waited until the week
after the funeral to send the letter, knowing you might need time
to cool down and be willing to listen to me. So I waited to send
it, then after I did I waited another week, and tried to call you.
You wouldn't take my call, so I waited another week, then two, then
a month, hoping you would finally call me. Waiting for you to reach
out to me.

"When I saw the auction, I remembered you and
your mom trying to get all the paintings back. I got hold of the
list of items up for sale, and when I saw the painting, I started
thinking I could get you back in my life through it. I was going to
seduce you, remind you how good it was between us, hopefully make
you want to stay, and if you still hated me, then I'd walk away
like you did. But I couldn't do it."

Feeling the sting of tears in her eyes, Erika
blinked rapidly, her chest tight at the pain in Ryan's voice. Her
proud lover, the strongest man she had ever met seemed lost.
Looking into his misery-filled eyes, she couldn't stand the
distance between them any more. Her nature demanded she comfort
him.

She ached to hold him pressed tight against
her chest, to stroke her hands up and down his back as she soothed
the pain away, but feared that he wouldn't welcome it. Not because
he didn't want her touch, but because of the man he was; the strong
dominant personality traits that she loved so much made it hard to
know just what would comfort and what would offend him, even if
only subconsciously.

Climbing to her feet, she closed the distance
between them and knelt between his parted legs. As his eyes
lightened, more of the man she knew him to be returning, she had an
idea of what to do to completely ease him. Her hands lifted to the
snap of his jeans. Ryan jerked as she pulled the material down,
baring his cock. Slowly, she tipped her head and laid her face
against his inner thigh, her breath whispering across his
flesh.

She held herself motionless for an eternity,
fearing she had made a mistake. She wanted to show him her
devotion, to remind him that he was strong. Eternity passed until
his hands settled on top of her head and he stroked his fingers
through her hair. She wanted to do more, but it wasn't her way to
initiate. As it was, she had stepped outside of her bounds with
him, but hoped he would understand the nature of her offering.
Kneeling before him was the ultimate submission she could make.
Pressing her bare skin against his the ultimate comfort she was
able to offer.

She could hear the gentle rasp of his breath
in the stillness of the living room as he stroked her hair,
smoothing the strands along her shoulders. He slid his hand down
her neck, and gently pushed against the line of her spine until her
lips pressed against his cock. She could pull away; his touch was
light enough she had complete choice and could stop this at any
moment.

Instead, she opened her mouth and sucked the
tip in and worshiped him with her tongue, rolling it over the slit
and down along the edge of the sensitive bulb. His hand fisted in
her hair as his hips lifted, guiding more of his length into her
mouth.

Sucking him deep, she applied all of her
skill to showing him her forgiveness, knowing if she tried to tell
him how she felt while they were both still reeling it could
potentially backfire. He knew her body better than she did. Naked
before him, she was an open book; all he had to do was read what
was there.

Just kneeling before him, she knew she had
showed him something. It implied a trust. He was the first man she
had completely submitted to, and the first night that she had knelt
before him, and allowed her hands to be cuffed to her ankles, her
neck wrapped in a collar, she had shown him the depth of those
feelings. He had fucked her mouth that night, the first time he had
come without bringing her to orgasm first, and she had reveled in
the sensation of his juices flowing down her throat, knowing she
had brought him to that pleasure.

That night, after hours spent tied to the
bed, being driven to orgasm after orgasm, until her body couldn't
take anymore, she had curled up against his side and slid down in
the bed. Sucking his cock into her mouth, she had suckled him until
she had drifted to sleep. The next morning she had woken up to find
his cock hard and still in her mouth. As soon as he had noticed she
was awake, Ryan had started to rock softly against her until he had
climaxed, his come warm and welcome in her mouth. She had swallowed
all of his gift, savoring the taste of his passion.

Now, she hoped to rekindle that, as they both
forgave and moved past the hurt. Heart aching, knowing it would
take time to rebuild what they had, she offered all of herself as
she serviced him, her mouth bringing him pleasure.

When she felt him throbbing, his cock jerking
as his pre-cum leaked down her throat, she waited, silently
offering to swallow if he wished to come in her mouth. As he pulled
back, she became aware of the throbbing between her own legs, the
need to be filled by him. Her nipples ached to be played with,
either rolled gently between his thumb and forefinger or pinched
between the jaws of a gator clamp. Her ass-ring contracted, aching
just as much as her pussy.

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