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I lifted my mouth away and demanded, “Stay still. You’re my sex slave and you don’t get to come until I say.”

He narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth, but said nothing. As he lay there waiting for me, I smiled. I had Blake Steele under me and ready to make my every fantasy come to life. My pussy dripped with pleasure at the notion.

I moved lower and rewarded his good behavior with another lick to his cock. I watched from my position as he closed his eyes and let a small, satisfied smile slip over his face. When I sucked him into my mouth, he jerked and opened his eyes again, then lifted his head to watch. I took him all the way in, sucking gently, then out again. When I used my hand to pump him while I sucked his heavy sac, he stopped pretending to maintain control and bucked against my face. I put both hands on his hips, forcing him to hold still while I took my time pleasing us both. His musky scent drew me like a cat to cream. I popped his soft scrotum out of my mouth and licked lower, tasting the sensitive skin between his balls and anus. He jerked, hard.

“What the hell?”

I looked up the length of his body and witnessed the war of desire and uncertainty on his handsome face. “I want to do something different with you. Will you let me?”

“I’m not sure about this, Ally.”

Like any heterosexual male, he was balking at the idea of enjoying anal sex.

“There’s nothing wrong with it. And it doesn’t make you gay if you like what I do to you there.” He still hesitated so I added, “Do you trust me?” To my surprise, he nodded.

I continued.

As I held his gaze, I licked my finger, wetting it thoroughly, then slipped it half an inch inside his tight opening. Blake’s teeth clenched and his eyes narrowed to dark slits of desire. I pushed in a little more, watching for signs of discomfort or indecision.

I saw only need and hunger and a fierce desire to take over the reins. I wouldn’t let him do that.

At least not yet.

I shuffled around, getting more comfortable, and started a rhythmic pumping inside his ass. At the same time, I lowered my mouth onto his heavy length. I laved him, delirious from the flavor of his dripping tip. Pushing in and out with my finger, sucking his cock deep into my mouth, I slowly but thoroughly fucked him. I pushed my finger deeper still and drew his cock farther down my throat. I swallowed his entire length. He flexed his hips and growled my name. Finally, I knew it was too much. He was too close to completion.

I pulled my finger free and slipped his cock out of my mouth. He moaned, pleading for me to finish him off. I wasn’t ready for him to come. As soon as he did, he’d leave. I needed more time with him. Maybe a decade or so would do it.

“I have more planned. I’m not nearly done with you.”

“I’m not sure I’ll survive much more, baby.”

I laughed and stood on the mattress, then walked toward the head of the bed. He watched, his attention absorbed. His gaze touched me everywhere at once. I stepped over his shoulders and slowly lowered myself onto his chest.

He smiled when he realized what I wanted from him. “Come on up. I’m hungry.”

“I fed you a gourmet meal already. You think you deserve more?”

“I deserve dessert,” he explained. “At the very least.” I lowered down a little more and let him inhale my womanly scent.

“I remember your flavor,” he hissed. “Your golden curls framing paradise. So damn sweet and so fucking addictive.”

I wanted to fling back a smartass comeback about him leaving after we’d finally decided to go all the way, but it wasn’t time for nasty remarks. For the first time, I didn’t want the past to intrude. This moment was for my pleasure. Nothing was going to interfere. Not even my own bad memories.

As our gazes locked, Blake leaned up and kissed my clit. His eyes turned a deeper shade of blue as he flicked his tongue out and swiped it back and forth over my swollen pussy lips. I moaned and pushed farther into his mouth, forcing him to tongue fuck me. He obliged and probed my sopping entrance, sucking my juices into his mouth. Pleasure spiked, and I flung my head back and closed my eyes, reveling at the feel of Blake’s generous lips and tongue.

He tortured me with his probing stabs, as thoughts of his huge cock doing the same thing slammed into my mind. He tickled and bit at my clit, driving me higher still. I pulled back suddenly and ordered, “Purse your lips for me.” He never questioned my command, only silently obeyed. I smiled down at him as I propped my hands against the headboard and rose up and down on his face, circling my hips and rubbing my clit over his puckered mouth, taking my own desire against his face.

Blake watched, tied and helpless, eager to please me. It was suddenly too much.

My body pulsed and spasmed as blood rushed to my hot cunt. I flew over a jagged cliff right into oblivion, screaming his name over and over.

I would have collapsed had I not been on Blake’s face. Instead, I rose up entirely, then lowered to my knees next to his torso. His worshipful gaze never once left mine.

“Let me go, Ally. Untie me now.”

I wanted to protest, to keep up the pretense that I was the one in control, but we both knew the truth. The instant I’d agreed to have dinner with him, he’d assumed control. Without a word, I untied his hands, and he leaned up and untied his own ankles. I wasn’t given the chance to think about my decision as he grabbed my waist and threw me to the mattress, then covered me with his body. I moaned, and his lips curved in that same predatory way I remembered as an enamored girl.

“You’re mine, Ally. You’ve always been mine. I walked away from you once and it was the biggest mistake of my life. I’m not leaving this time.” Oh God, why did that sound so good? Why did I still want him to love me? My heart broke hearing those words spoken in such a possessive way.

Sanity came back, barely, as I whispered, “I never agreed to anything more than this one night.”

He leaned down and kissed me. It was soft, fleeting. Tempting. As he rose a few inches, I could swear I still felt the heat of his lips against mine. I hoped I’d always feel it there. Maybe it would make saying goodbye easier.

“You were made for me. That night, in the clearing, I wanted to say the words back to you. I wanted that so bad I nearly lost it when you looked so sweet and pretty in my arms.”

Damn him for bringing it up now. He knew I’d have to ask. He knew I needed to know. “Why, Blake? How could you leave me so easily after what we shared?”

“You thought it was easy for me?” he bit out. “I wanted to stay. You were my world, damn it. But I needed to make something of myself. If I’d stayed in Lancaster I never would have known the truth.”

I understood some of what he said. It made sense. We were both just kids, and if he’d stayed, I might not have had the spine to create a career as a successful suspense author. Had he stayed, things would have been a lot different. Then the last of his statement hit me. “What truth?”

“That you mean more to me than any amount of money or success. None of it means jack shit without you. I swear, Ally. I couldn’t give you the words before, but I’m giving them to you now.” He kissed me one more time, then said, “I love you, Ally Ryanaldo.”

Oh, God. He did fight dirty. Way too dirty.

I wasn’t ready. Not yet. The wound was still too raw. To get his mind away from thoughts of love everlasting, I pushed my hips upward, directing his attention to where our bodies still ached. His erection flexed against my swollen flesh. My pussy pulsed to life. He smiled and pushed inside me, slowly. I tensed at the invasion.

“You haven’t had very many lovers, have you?”

It was humiliating to admit, but Blake was always too good at getting at the truth.

“No, only a few.” Boy, what an understatement that was! I’d been with a total of two, including Blake.

He pushed in a little farther. “I’m glad. It’s been driving me crazy imagining other men touching you this way. Ever since that night, I’ve wondered and imagined all sorts of scenarios. You were so responsive, so sexy. The thought of other men witnessing that…well, it drove me nuts.”

Suddenly it was too much. Anger welled up, and I smacked his chest. “You don’t get to feel that way, damn it. You left me. All rights you had to my body were null and void after that.”

Blake had the good grace to wince. “I know, baby. I’m a selfish ass, but I can’t help the way I feel. You were mine then and you’ll be mine again. Mark my words, this isn’t a one time fuck.” He flicked my nose with his finger and said, “Get that through your thick head. I’m not an easy man to get rid of when I see something I want.”

“And I’m not a pushover anymore.”

He laughed. “You dragged me into a threesome a week ago. Just now, you tied me to the bed and had your wicked way with me. I can definitely see you’ve changed!”

I pouted. “But I had other things planned for tonight.” His eyebrows shot up. “Other things?”

I pointed to the bedside table, the one farthest from the door. I knew the instant he saw the whipped cream and leather whip because his eyes changed, darkened.

They had a delicious gleam that stirred my blood.

He leaned over and grabbed the whip. “What have we here?”

“That was in case you got out of hand.”

He shook his head and traced my chin with the leather. By the time he’d reached my nipples, I was a quivering mess. So much for driving
him
mindless. I was right back where I started. A boneless heap, willing to do anything Blake asked.

“You are a wicked woman, Ally Ryanaldo,” he whispered. “Very wicked.” I couldn’t really deny it. In that moment, staring up at him, I felt wicked. I wiggled my hips, and he got the hint. He pushed forward, slipping in another few inches, then he pulled out all the way and did it all over again. I arched upward, my heart pounding out of my chest, my body on fire. He leaned down, licked the upper swells of my chest and sucked the skin into his mouth as he thrust all the way in. I screamed, desire swamping me. Blake pounded in and out, hard and fast. His fingers began playing with my clit, and I spiraled out of control and started my own frantic movements.

He made a sound deep in his chest and lifted up, his cock slipping free. “On your hands and knees, baby,” he commanded.

I nervously bit my lower lip and turned over. Impatient hands lifted my middle, forcing me to my knees. He held my buttocks still and thrust into me from behind. He lowered himself over my body and kissed my shoulder and spine. “You’re my angel,” he murmured. “That won’t change. It will never change.” He pumped hard and fast, fucking me with frantic movements. His balls slapped my clitoris as I flung my head back and bucked against him.

“You’re so fucking tight around me. Damn, I missed you.”

“I missed you, too! So much.” I hated myself for admitting it, but I couldn’t hold the words back. I was too open, too vulnerable. Blake knew it and took advantage.

He pushed in one more time and stayed there, our bodies locked together, his sweating torso covering mine. The scent of sex permeated the air. “I’m going to make you come all over my cock. Then, when we’re through, you’ll be mine. I won’t be walking away again. No matter what you say, baby.”

I was beyond coherent speech. I held myself still as he pounded my pussy. His hand came around me and he started to toy with my little nub. He rubbed and squeezed it and I moaned. Pleasure. So much pleasure. I wanted to drown in it. As he plucked me one more time, strumming me like an instrument, I burst wide open, flooding his huge cock just the way he wanted.

To my utter shock, I felt his palm come down hard on my left buttock. I gasped.

The slap stung my flesh. I wanted to protest, but my pussy wept for more.

“You deserve that for tying me down,” he whispered against my ear. Then he picked up the leather whip and swatted me three more times. The flesh of my ass burned. I moaned, overcome by more pleasure than I’d ever felt.

“Tell me you won’t try this little game on me again. Say it.”

“No. I liked you at my mercy.”

Another sharp swat from the leather, and I yelped. My buttocks grew more tender with each strike of the whip. All the blood in my body seemed to have headed south. I couldn’t have imagined I’d enjoy something so wild. But I was. I wanted to say something ornery, just to get him to spank me again.

“You make me crazy,” he hissed. “I want to kiss you and punish you at the same time.” I felt his fingers stroking my burning flesh. “Your pink ass looks so pretty. I could fuck you like this all night.” He thrust forward, once, twice and suddenly we were both coming apart. Blake shouted my name and filled me with his hot seed.

I collapsed to the mattress, my body spent, heart racing. He fell on top of me, his own breathing ragged. As he smoothed the tangled hair from my face and kissed me, I cried. He saw it immediately and I wanted to shoot myself. This was not how it was supposed to go.

“What is it, baby?” he said, anxiety in his voice. “Was the whip too much? Fuck, I’m so sorry, please don’t cry.”

I shook my head, the tears coming harder now. As if someone had left the gate unlatched, I began to weep uncontrollably all over my pretty comforter.

Blake pulled out of my body and gently turned me over. “You’re scaring me, Ally. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I d-don’t m-mean to cry all over you,” I stuttered. “It’s just too much. Seeing you again. L-loving you.”

Blake’s gaze narrowed in suspicion. “You sure I didn’t hurt you, angel?” I shook my head. He smiled, tenderness in his beautiful features. “I think I understand. You think this will be like it was ten years ago. That I’m going to take off and leave you?” I nodded and closed my eyes. I couldn’t face him.