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“Feel better?”

She nodded. “I didn’t expect—” She paused and he sensed she was searching for a way to explain.

“You loved it.”

It wasn’t a question. Her responses to him were incredible, open, honest. Just like the woman in his arms.

“So much,” she whispered.

“You want more?”

“God yes.”

Caliph’s cock had begun to thicken during the spanking. There was something wholly arousing about watching a woman’s beautiful ass turn red under his hand. But Jennifer’s request, her desire for something stronger, fed his needs.

He pushed her onto her stomach on the bed, lifting her hips until her knees found support on the edge of the mattress. He stood behind her, stroking her ass for only a moment.

Caliph reached for the nightstand and donned a condom. “How hard do you want it, Jen?”

She shuddered, her body quivering in response. Obviously the spanking had awakened something inside her. Pain turned her on.

“Please, Caliph. I need—”

Her tone told him all he needed to know. Before she could finish her request, he was there, shoving in to the hilt in one strong, deep blow.

Jennifer screamed as her inner muscles clenched around his cock. Caliph didn’t give way, didn’t ease up. Instead he pummeled faster.

Her first orgasm hit hard and fast, but he wasn’t finished yet. He couldn’t give up the heaven he found inside her body. She didn’t shy away from his strength, from his rough claiming. Instead, she added to the pressure, her fists gripping the bedspread as she shoved back in time with his thrusts forward.

Caliph’s vision blurred as his balls drew tight. Usually he had more self-control than this. He tried to draw in a deep breath, fighting against the desire to come. It was all happening too fast.

Jennifer needed—deserved—so much more. He forced himself to slow his pace.

“No.” Jennifer sensed his retreat, so she doubled her efforts, pushing against him more roughly.

He gripped her hips, attempting to hold her still. She didn’t give up the struggle to take control.

“Jen. Stop.” His voice was deep, stern. Demanding.

She responded to it instantly.

“Caliph,” she whispered. “Please.”

Her soft plea was almost his undoing. Almost.

Then he shook his head. She was topping from the bottom. He’d never let a sub get away with that. Ever.

He slapped her ass, two hard blows to remind her who was in charge.

The effort was wasted on his sexy lover. Rather than subdue her, it fired her libido even more.

She lifted her ass higher. “Again. Do it again.”

He stifled the laugh clamoring for release. His submissive was going to be fun to tame. Caliph pulled out and stepped away from the bed.

Jennifer lifted her head, looking over her shoulder. She started to speak, but he shook his head once, the only warning he intended to give her.

She closed her mouth and waited, though he could see how difficult the effort was.

“Roll over onto your back. Open your legs and hold them that way until I tell you otherwise.”

It was time to test some limits. Jennifer had come to his bed with the desire to expand her sexual experiences. While there was no denying she enjoyed the blowjob and doggie style, neither were likely new for her. She’d responded strongly to the unknown—the wax play and the spanking—and he was anxious to introduce her to more.

Jennifer slowly spread her legs, gripping them below the knee. He could tell she was uneasy with being on display. Despite all they’d already done, lying still while exposing her most private places was going to force her to overcome her issues with self-esteem.

Caliph didn’t bother to mask his perusal of her body. He let his gaze slide over every sensuous curve. He wondered if she’d be willing to pose for him some time. Let him draw her. Her body was art incarnate—a beautiful study.

Once he’d looked his fill, he decided to up the ante.

“Touch yourself.”

Heat suffused Jennifer’s body at the idea of masturbating in front of Caliph. Just when she thought he couldn’t surprise—or arouse—her any more, he’d lay down his next challenge and she’d struggle to catch her breath, to summon her nerve.

He was a contradiction from the word go. She’d noticed that in the shop. Tonight, he’d fluctuated from tender lover to demanding Dom, constantly keeping her on her toes, struggling to keep up.

She’d come here with only a cursory knowledge of what it meant to be submissive to a man. While the concept never failed to inflame her whenever she read an erotic novel, there was a huge difference between fantasy and reality. She truly longed to play the submissive role, but she’d spent a lifetime trying to prove herself as a strong woman—even within her marriage—so she was struggling to make her head and her body agree.

Caliph didn’t move as he waited for her to obey. She wasn’t sure why touching herself as he watched felt harder than all the rest. He’d pushed some difficult limits tonight, but this one was the toughest. Which seemed ridiculous.

She started to move her hand toward her pussy, her eyes closing automatically. Maybe if she tried to forget he was there…

The mattress shifted and she opened her eyelids to find Caliph leaning over her. He lifted her head to place a pillow beneath it.

“Keep your eyes open and on my face. Don’t look away.”

Her jaw tensed. Damn man stripped all her defenses away. She scowled, but remained silent. He’d taken away her right to speak, but he’d also revealed his ability to read her expressions. She’d use that to her advantage.

His eyes narrowed. “Are you sure you want to test me, Jen?”

The question was laced with just enough sensual threat to send even more juices to her pussy. Maybe he should have left the drop cloth on the bed. If he kept playing with her like this, she’d drown them both in her arousal.

She smoothed out her features, aiming for a repentant look. She wasn’t sure she’d pulled it off, but her contrition must have been enough because Caliph moved away, standing at the edge of the bed once more. His cock was hard as a rock, looking almost painful. He hadn’t bothered to remove the condom. How could he deny himself something he so obviously needed?

“Time to stop stalling. Touch yourself. I want to see how you make yourself come.”

She frowned again, but this time her response wasn’t based on annoyance. She was worried. The truth was she’d never brought herself to climax with just her hands. Jennifer was the proud owner of an array of toys—sex aides she needed to provoke the response he was demanding now.

He crossed his arms, letting his impatience show.

Jennifer forced her gaze to remain on his face as she lightly stroked her clit. The touch was more powerful than she’d expected and she jerked slightly, shocked by the impact.

“Shit,” she muttered, quickly pressing her lips together and hoping he hadn’t heard her slip-up.

Of course, he had.

Caliph reached beneath her, gripping her ass in his large hands. It was still sore from his previous punishment, but he didn’t let that stop him. He squeezed, adding pressure until she winced.

“That’s the last reminder you’re going to get, Jen. No talking. Period. Next time you say something without permission, I’m getting out my belt.”

She blinked rapidly. He wouldn’t dare. Would he?

Yeah. Part of her was fairly certain that was exactly what he’d do. She pursed her lips tightly, not willing to push him further.

He released her ass, then gestured for her to continue. She ran her fingers over her clit again, building up the speed and pressure quickly. While she’d come earlier, that orgasm was a distant memory now. It certainly hadn’t done much to douse the desires still coursing through her veins.

Unfortunately, too many things were working against her. She couldn’t relax with Caliph watching. She couldn’t stop thinking—about every stupid freaking thing. Was this turning him on? Did her stomach look fat in this position? How bad did her hair look? Every insecurity pushed its way to the forefront until she became numb to her actions.

God, how long would he make her try before he realized she simply couldn’t come this way? Her fingers weren’t enough to push her over the edge, especially not with an audience.

After a few moments, Caliph’s hand landed on hers, halting her motions.

Finally.

She started to lower her legs, but he shook his head.

“You ready to take this seriously?”

She frowned. “What do you—” She paused. Did that count as a question he wanted answered?

He lifted one eyebrow and waited for her to respond. “Well?”

“What do you mean?”

“What were you thinking about just now, Jen?”

She blushed, unwilling to tell him for fear he’d realized how close to unhinged she really was.

“Were you thinking about me? About giving me what I’d asked for? Something I wanted?”

She licked her lips. Shit. She hadn’t been thinking about him at all. Not really. She’d been more concerned with her own hang-ups. Her own reasons why she couldn’t do what he’d requested.

She shook her head. “No.”

His fingers tightened. Her hand was still pressed to her clit but his strong grip prevented her from withdrawing it. “Why not?”

Caliph kept forcing her to expose herself. She’d expected tonight to just be about sex, a brief foray into BDSM. She hadn’t anticipated sharing more than her body. That much she’d been ready to give.

The rest?

Not so much.

“Caliph…” Her words dried up. “I’m sorry.”

Her apology seemed to anger him and while she’d witnessed several of his stern looks, she’d never seen him truly angry. “Don’t. Don’t say that to me. I’m not your ex. I don’t look at you and see flaws. Jesus. Stop worrying about stuff that doesn’t matter and start concentrating on what’s right.”

As he spoke, he began to push her fingers against her clit once more. “This is right, Jen. What’s going on between us is good. Hell, it’s better than good, it’s off-the-charts, fucking amazing.”

He took control of her hand, molding it as if it was made of clay and he was sculpting a sex toy for her. He grasped two of her fingers, pressing them inside her pussy. She was overwhelmed by the heat, the moisture, the tight clenching and the sparks.

Oh my God.

It was electric.

Caliph determined the depth, the speed. “Add another finger.”

She reacted without thought. Instead, she let him be her guide. His eyes never left hers and she let herself see—really see—what he felt. Something hard and cold melted inside her. The depression she’d allowed to fester and grow faded away.

He thought she was beautiful.

This is right, he’d said, and for the first time she let herself acknowledge that fact. Accept it.

He slowly released her hand, but she didn’t hesitate, didn’t give up the incredible rhythm he’d introduced. She thrust her fingers deeper as she added her thumb to the dance. Once, twice she drew it along her clit, fighting to keep her eyes open and on his. He wasn’t hiding from her and she wanted to offer him the same. The pressure built, her hand moving on autopilot as she gave free reign to every astounding sensation.

Nothing mattered but this place, this moment. This man.

He wanted to see her come and it was a gift she was dying to give him.

She thrust one last time and flew away. Her back arched as she cried out loudly. She sensed Caliph moving, felt the bed dip. She was in the midst of her climax when his strong arms spread her legs farther apart. She screamed as he pushed his cock inside her, the powerful force, the beauty of being filled by him drove her to come again. Or was this still the original orgasm?

All she knew was she never wanted it to end.

Caliph didn’t take her gently. His hard thrusts offered no reprieve, no time for rest or recovery.

She reached up, grasping his upper arms, needing to touch him. When that contact proved too little, she tried to pull him closer.

He dropped down to his elbows, his forearms lying next to her sides, his firm hands gripping her shoulders to hold her still.

Her ability to think deserted her as Jennifer gave herself over to the tactile, the emotions. She wanted to kiss him, so she did.

Caliph missed a beat when she clasped his face in her hands and pulled his lips to hers. Then he took over, his tongue mimicking the motions of his cock. He was claiming every part of her and she was glad to put the reins in his hands. The past year had been exhausting.

Now, tonight, Caliph was bearing the heavy load. It was the most wonderful thing anyone had ever done for her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and tilted her hips higher, encouraging him to go deeper. He took the invitation.

Sweat slid along her brow as the temperature in the room increased.

Caliph released her lips, his breathing hot and heavy against her cheek. “Come with me, Jen.”

She didn’t have the strength to tell him she was already there. Her body stiffened as her orgasm crashed through her once more.

Caliph lowered his head to her shoulder, groaning. His motions slowed as he thrust inside her as deeply as he could go before holding there, his body jerking with his own climax.

Neither of them moved for several minutes. Caliph simply held himself above her as they slowly drifted back to earth.

Then, he pushed himself to her side, removing the condom and tossing it into a trashcan before tugging until her back was pressed against his chest, spoon-fashion.

His arm loosely wrapped around her, his hand covering one of her breasts in a way that was nothing less than familiar, possessive. Lovely.

She was the first to break the silence, not based on nerves—though she wasn’t foolish enough to think they wouldn’t return—but because she was riding a high. Giddy.

“You okay back there?”

He chuckled softly. “I think so. That was one hell of a ride, Jen.”

She grinned, pleased by the gruff sound of his voice. It betrayed how exhausted he was. She liked the idea of wearing him out. That had certainly never happened before with any other man.