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Rinsing off the last of the soap he turned off the water and grabbed a towel.

As time had passed, things in the sandbox had gotten infinitely more interesting and annoying at the same time. He could tell she wanted him, there was no way he was wrong, and he certainly wanted her, but nothing inappropriate ever happened other than being there for her the only time he'd seen her cry.

Giving his reflection a rueful grin he opened the vanity again and took out the stuff he needed to shave. At some point he’d have to go back to his place to get some clothes, but right now he didn’t want to be away from her.

There was something fragile about her trust.

He hadn’t needed James to tell him that Michelle was vulnerable. He saw it in her eyes every time someone had died despite her best efforts. When she lost someone it cut her soul-deep, and he wondered how she could live with so many emotional scars. God knows he remembered and mourned the face of every man he’d lost in combat, but the injuries, the suffering she’d seen probably surpassed his experiences in the field.

His stomach began to knot up again and he stopped thinking about the war, instead focusing on the little basket of dried flowers adorning the sink. Some of them he recognized and he began to list the flowers in his head, forcing himself to think only about that plant and if he’d ever seen it in his mother’s garden. Soon his mind wandered back to mundane, safe thoughts like spending time with his extended family in his parents' massive backyard, sipping homemade lemonade and discussing whether or not it was too hot to play a game of flag football.

It never was.

He rinsed his face after he was finished shaving and glanced at his dirty clothes on the floor. There was no way he was putting those things back on, the shirt was stiff with dried sweat. Looking down at the towel around his waist he grinned and began to plot a seduction.

*****

Twenty minutes later, after a trip to the kitchen, he finally found Michelle in a large study at the back of the house. The rustic decor extended to this room as well with its open beam ceiling and off-white plaster walls. Floor to ceiling bookcases took up two walls while a sliding glass door led out onto a concrete patio festooned with pots of brightly colored flowers. Beyond that mature trees stretched out as far as he could see, a lush burst of green beneath the gorgeous blue Texas sky.

Her blonde hair glowed in the light streaming through the window and her brows scrunched down as she typed something on her computer. She’d changed into a pair of loose white pants and a matching shirt that had started to slide off one shoulder. Embroidered flowers in reds and oranges trailed around the neckline of her shirt, bringing out her tan. To his amusement she sat cross legged in the computer chair, as tempting as an ice cream Sunday.

“Hey, you hungry?”

She looked up and the tension melted off her face as she smiled at him. Her bright blue eyes widened as she caught sight of the tray he held and she licked her lower lip. “Famished.”

He brought in the tray he’d loaded down with food scavenged from her fridge. He knew how to cook well enough to not starve to death, but had stuck to simple chicken sandwiches and fresh cut fruit. Setting the tray down on the edge of her desk, he surreptitiously checked to make sure the towel was staying in place.

Now he had to figure out how to hit her hot buttons.

“Where should I sit?”

She clicked something her screen and turned to him. “At my feet.”

His dick jumped and he quickly knelt before her, his cock now pressing fully against the soft terry cloth. He wanted so much to lean forward, to place his mouth on her sex and bite through her pants. He wondered if she wore panties beneath the white cotton, because she certainly wasn’t wearing a bra.

She handed him a sandwich and took one herself, sighing as she took the first bite. “Thank you. Sometimes I forget to eat when I’m distracted.”

“Me too,” he mumbled around a mouthful of food. “What are you working on?”

She looked away and a hint of pink colored her cheeks. “I was ordering some things…for you.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “I don’t want you spending your money on me.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can spend my money however I want, and if I chose to spend it on you the polite thing would be to say thank you.”

God, this woman threw him off his game. “Thank you, Domina. May your lowly slave ask what you bought him?”

Using her foot, she began to tug at the towel around his waist. “Some clothes and such.”

If that towel moved another inch his dick would be poking out to say hi. “Can you pass me a strawberry, please?”

She smirked, obviously enjoying his discomfort, but she did as he asked. After selecting one she held it before his mouth. “I want you holding the strawberry between your lips.”

He opened his mouth and held the delicate fruit between his teeth.

She leaned closer, the shoulder of her shirt dipping lower, giving him an unimpeded view of the lush curve of her breast. His heart threatened to pound right out of his chest when she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. With slow movements she began to eat the berry from his lips.

He wanted to move, to kiss her back, to touch her but he knew from their time earlier that she wanted him still. Sweet juice flooded his tongue and he swallowed, wishing it was her honey he was eating. The soft brush of her lips against his drove him wild and even the friction of the terry cloth towel against his cock was almost too much.

She pulled back just the slightest bit. “You may have the rest.”

He quickly chewed and swallowed the fruit, aware of how close she still was, how her berry-scented breath blew across his lips. Tension hummed from her and he groaned in frustration. Just one little move and he would finally get what he craved, what he needed more than air.

“Wyatt, please kiss me.”

With a growl that vibrated through his chest he grabbed her from her seat and pulled her down onto the floor with him. The moment their lips touched he wanted to howl with triumph. She fit against him perfectly, her soft mouth slanting against his in just the right way, her arms wrapping around him and her hand fisting in his hair, holding him while she kissed him back.

Their tongues met and stroked along each other. Fuck, could this woman kiss. Raw hunger burned through his body, his dick aching as he pressed against her. Unable to help himself he grabbed a handful of her ass and tugged her forward, groaning against her mouth when she parted her legs and pressed up against him.

Not breaking their kiss, she reached between them and ripped his towel away. Before he could protest she had her hand around his cock and everything went white. He became lost in her, the silken slide of her fist squeezing tight as she jerked her hand up and down his length. The burn started in the base of his spine and he pulled away enough to say, “I’m going to come.”

Immediately she stopped touching him and moved back on her knees. Lust blazed through her beautiful blue eyes and her swollen breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her shirt. She had long, thick nipples that he wanted to suck on and her heavy breathing made her breasts tremble.

He reached forward to reclaim her lips, eager to taste her again, unable to get enough, but she held up her hand. “I want you on your back.”

All kinds of dirty thoughts flew through his head at the things they could do together while he was on his back. Maybe she’d sit on his face, finally give him some of that pussy he’d been craving. There was something so sexy about being with a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to demand it. Hell, he found everything about Michelle sexy. In his Domina was as if someone had brought the essence of his every wet dream to life, only better.

To his shock she pulled off his towel completely and gave a pleased, hungry sounding purr. “You really are a big boy.”

She moved between his spread legs and grabbed his dick. Holding his gaze, she slowly lowered her head. As her mouth neared his prick, she leisurely stroked up his shaft, milking him with her thumb along the thick vein on the underside of his erection. Pre-cum wet the mushroom tip and he thought he was going to spurt all over her face when she delicately licked it away with feather soft brushes of her tongue.

“Oh fuck, please, let me touch you.”

“No.” She gave him a wicked grin and ran the nails of her free hand down his stomach, hard enough to leave red marks. The burning sting mixed with the ache of his dick, somehow making the drive to fuck, to come hard and long double until he trembled with the effort of obeying her. “Stay still and don’t come until I give you permission.”

Her soft mouth captured the tip of his erection and he fisted his hands to keep from grabbing the back of her head and shoving her down on his cock until his dick filled her throat. No way was he going to do anything that would make her stop the unbelievable feeling of her mouth sliding all the way down his shaft until her nose pressed against his pubic hair and her throat convulsed around him. It felt even better than he imagined, a pleasure that made his eyes roll back in his head.

The silken glide of her mouth back up his cock made his spine bow, and when she cupped his sac he thrust up into her mouth. She pulled back and gave his shaft a series of teasing licks until he settled back down. He needed to come so fucking bad, but he wouldn’t let her down. She resumed the long, slow slide of her mouth up and down his dick. Every now and then she would add her teeth and he found himself looking forward to her nips, to the addition of a different kind of ache.

Fondling his balls, she picked up her pace, the up and down slide of her mouth the closest thing to heaven he’d ever felt. The more aroused he became the less clearly he could think until his world became only her fucking sexy mouth sucking him off. His balls drew up tight and he struggled to hold it. The burn in his balls spread through his body and he reached out to touch her but stopped himself just in time.

“I can’t...you’re so fucking good...gonna come.”

She made a pleased sound and nipped his hip. “Count to thirty and you can come once you hit thirty.”

The next thing he knew he was buried in her mouth up to his balls. Her clever tongue flicked the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock as he reached ten. By fifteen she was doing a twisting hand motion at the base of his shaft, and by twenty he was back down her throat. Moving just the tiniest bit, she swallowed and as her throat convulsed around him and he lost the battle five seconds short of his goal. With a roar that started somewhere in the pit of his stomach he shot the first load of come down her throat.

His hips thrust up and she rode him, her tongue laving his tip, her hand coaxing more of his seed out, seed that she swallowed with erotic little moans. He buried his hands in her hair, loving the silk of it, watching her beautiful face as she gripped him and licked the sensitized head of his dick like a lollypop. She’d pulled more come out of him than he thought possible and a deep relaxation settled over him, his body turning into boneless mass against the floor.

Leaning up, she wiped a trace of his cum off her chin and sucked it off her finger. “Some Dommes don’t do this.”

His pleasure-befuddled brain barely processed her words. “What?”

“Give their submissive oral sex. They say it’s demeaning. I say your body is mine to play with however I wish, and if I wish to have you come in my mouth I will.” Her voice grew husky and he noticed how she squirmed a bit, her nipples rock hard against her shirt. “You taste delicious.”

He motioned to her. “Let me return the favor.”

She smiled and stood, briefly passing her hand over her pussy with a soft groan. “No.”

“Why the hell not?” He sat up and tugged the towel back around his waist before standing.

“Because you came before I told you to.”

He flushed and rubbed his face. “I thought I was close enough to count.”

“Nope.” She moved closer to him, her arms curving around his waist. “And it really is too bad, because I’m so very, very wet. In fact I’ve soaked my pants where they press against my pussy. Did you know that I keep the lips of my sex shaved?”

He swallowed hard, suddenly parched and unbelievably his dick started to get hard again. He’d never been ready to go this quick after an orgasm that good, but sure enough, his blood began to rush south as he imagined burying his face in her slit.

“Domina, please let me take care of you.” He leaned down and brushed his lips against her neck, tracing the pounding vein of her pulse. “Let me lick you clean, suck on that hard little clit of yours while you ride my face.”

She trembled against him and turned her head to his nipple, licking the metal then tugging it with her teeth before releasing him. “I have work to do. You can stay here and read a book if you like, or go explore the house.”

She stepped away and he tried to tug her back, but the look she gave him had him dropping his hands. Frustration drew his stomach into a hard knot. “Why won’t you let me make you come? Most women would be more than happy to have me go down on them.”

“Because you haven’t earned it. Licking my pussy is a privilege, making me come apart and orgasm is a privilege, and it is something to be earned. I’m not one of your bitches who drops to her knees the second you smile at her.” Her voice grew low and she nailed him to the floor with a glare filled with equal parts heat and determination. “You have to earn this pussy.”

He grinned, unable to stop the smartass comment rolling from his lips. “Do I need to run an obstacle course, pass a written exam? Or would that be an oral exam.”

“You are about five seconds from having your ass thrown out of here.” Her words were stern, but there was laughter in her eyes.

“Fine, fine.” He wandered over to a bookshelf. “I don’t understand you, but I want to.”

She sighed and tugged the edge of her shirt up. “I wish I could give you some neat and tidy explanation for why I am the way I am, but I can’t. No one ever abused me and I was never exposed to BDSM at a young age or anything like that. I just…when I’m able to top a man I feel complete.”