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  He slid into her inch by inch, and Myka moaned and thrust her hips, trying to entice him to move faster, harder, but he grabbed her hips to slow her motion.

  “Remember who’s in charge here, yes?” he said, but his voice was taut, and it was only a few seconds before he growled, “Fuck, I can’t wait,” and started to thrust into her hard.

  Myka wanted to use her hands to touch him, to tease him, but the pleasure was coming too fast, it was racing toward her like a tsunami, and it was all she could do to prepare herself. She grasped handfuls of sheets and pillowcase beside her head along with handfuls of her own hair and clenched her fists, and he raised her legs even higher and thrust harder, fiercely, rocking her whole body with the impact of each powerful stroke.

  He pumped hard and twisted his hips as he drove, making his engorged cock rub against her clit with each stroke, and soon Myka felt the inevitable tingling and rush of pleasure start to burst. She closed her eyes in concentration, mindlessly using all of her muscles to thrust her pelvis back at him, to grind him as hard as he was grinding into her.

  “Come for me, right now,” demanded Gabriel, and Myka screamed, her body pulsing with unbelievable pleasure. Her orgasm exploded through her clit and shattered through her entire body, wave after wave of amazing sensation, longer and harder than any orgasm she’d ever experienced. Fireworks went off behind her eyelids, and she was shouting, but she didn’t even know what she was saying; all she knew was that her body was on fire with pleasure and it was miraculous, gorgeous, unbelievably immense.

  Gabriel came with a roar of “Je jouis!”; he tensed and a warmth exploded into the condom, a heat that eclipsed the fire already there.

  After a few minutes he knelt beside her to remove the clamps, using his lips to soothe her nipples as the blood rushed back, vicious, a pain that rivaled the initial bite. He continued to lick and stroke her with his tongue, and Myka relaxed back into the bed again, the pain released, only pleasure remaining.

  Gabriel relaxed back beside her, and Myka threw one arm over and brushed it over his hard chest and his pecs; the first time she’d been allowed to touch him tonight. She ran her fingers over his body as his breathing slowed. His eyelids fluttered, and she thought he looked suddenly innocent and sweet with his long lashes nearly brushing his cheeks, and that look of utter satisfaction on his face.

  I made him that way, she thought. I did that. I got him so crazy that he couldn’t resist me.

  Sated with sex, Myka wanted to drift off to sleep. But then again, her body sparkled with aftershocks. She twisted her legs together and squeezed her thighs, moaning at the powerful spasm of pleasure she was able to wring from her throbbing clit.

  Gabriel stirred beside her. “Myka?” He opened his eyes and smiled, and Myka felt something stir in her chest.

  “It still feels divine,” she sighed, keeping one hand on his body, letting her fingers stray close to his hip. “And I love the way your body feels, too.”

  Gabriel’s whole face lit up, and he pushed at her thighs. “I’ll see if I can make you come again, yes?”

  Myka unlocked her legs. “I don’t usually come more than once, and that one just now was fantastic. I’m not complaining.”

  Gabriel knelt between her legs, a look of concentration on his face. “That sounded a lot like a challenge,” he said with a wicked grin. “And I’m a man who likes to rise to the occasion.”

  Myka raised one eyebrow. “Already?”

  Gabriel laughed. “Well, that part of me is going to need a few more minutes. But if you’re ready, there’s no reason for you to wait.” He used his skillful fingers to tease and touch. “Raise your knees for me,” he said, “and place your feet flat on the bed. Good, yes. Let your thighs fall open. I’m going to touch you. Enjoy it.”

  Myka sighed and closed her eyes, letting her legs open. The sweet aftershocks waited, but the next orgasm was locked. No matter how she’d tried in the past, she could never seem to get that second one out.

  Gabriel continued to massage around her clit. Myka purred and raised her hips when he touched her in an especially powerful way, letting him know without words what she liked. They fell into a rhythm, his touch guided by her small moans and hip movements. He bent and took one plump nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around the entire nub. “Tu aimes ça? You like this?” he whispered, not waiting for a response, and shifted his attention to the other nipple.

  “Yes,” whispered Myka, not able to speak loudly, because she was concentrating on the tiny spark of pleasure starting to flicker deep in her core. If he continued doing all the right things, and she continued to let her mind drift, then maybe her body would allow her a second—

  He thrust two fingers into her, letting them explore, and found a patch of rougher skin inside and above her pubic bone. When he touched there, it was like a small electric current, and Myka whined, jerking her hips, and he soothed her, “I think I found it, yes?”

  He used the long fingers of his left hand to stroke her G-spot, and the other fingers to massage her clit, and now with one finger of right hand, he began to push at her anal opening. Myka started in surprise, and he urged her, “Let me touch you here, too; it will make the pleasure greater,” and she acquiesced to him, craving the touch.

  She rocked her hips into and around his hand, wordlessly begging him to keep touching her, and he obliged. Little by little he increased the intensity of his rubbing, stroking along her vaginal walls with more pressure, and teasing her clit with more urgency. With his other hand, his other wicked finger, he pushed deeper into her anus, teasing her there, too.

  Myka was deliciously full. The dual sensations sent spires of arousal through her body, and she pumped her hips, nudging his fingers around her clit. She liked his finger in her ass. She’d never been especially interested in anal play, but it felt incredible.

  “Please, keep doing it, both hands,” she urged, and he replied, “You want my fingers? On your clit, and in your asshole? Tell me and I’ll keep going.”

  “Yes,” she cried out, his words feeding her hunger. Saying it was so dirty and so amazing. “Yes, Gabriel. I love you touching my clit and my asshole. Don’t stop, please, keep touching me this way, I love it.”

  He teased and stroked the hard nub, thrusting his finger harder and deeper into her ass. Myka used his hands like a talented vibrator, directing him with her thighs. Finally she started to tremble; the orgasm came up fast and she rode his hands all the way to the peak of her pleasure, screaming and squeezing her legs hard around both of his wrists to twist and wring every burst of sensation from her body. When she was finally done, she lay back panting, stretched out her body and sighed, and rolled into his arms. She was so satisfied and zoned out that all she could do was lie there, enjoying his warmth, letting her body glow and breathe.

  Chapter Seven

  Myka awoke slowly, feeling the warmth of a soft blanket covering her naked skin. She stretched luxuriously and rolled over, then winced slightly at the soreness in her backside.

  She was alone in Gabriel’s bed, gentle light streamed from a nearby lamp, and a bottle of water waited on the nightstand, sweating condensation. A clock let her know that she’d been drowsing for about an hour. She sat up and drank the water, looking around the room to soak up details of Gabriel’s room. Across from the bed were several well-done paintings of a naked woman in silhouette, in profile, and in the throes of ecstasy. She didn’t recognize the artist, but loved the lines and the emotion depicted.

  She padded across the room to a luxurious bathroom, then headed back to the bed, wondering what to do: about clothes, for one thing, but also what was next? She found all of her belongings—even her ripped panties—in a neat pile on the couch, and next to it, a pretty white robe. She blushed, thinking of how he’d spanked her right where the clothes lay, and how she liked it. The robe was surely a sign that he wanted her to linger, so she put it on and walked into the hall.

  “Gabriel?” she called, brushing t
he wall with her fingertips and peering toward the vast open living area.

  “Here,” he answered, and then he appeared from a side room, clad in a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants that clung to his muscles. His ripped chest and abs made her eyes widen. Even though they’d just had sex, she wanted him again, and the surge of emotion made her feel shy.

  “Hi,” she said, looking down at his bare feet.

  He leaned in and gave her a lingering kiss on the lips. “Sleeping Beauty. Do you feel rested?”

  “I feel… more than rested,” she said, looking up.

  “Oh, really?” He whispered into her ear, “Do you feel well-fucked, then, ma chèrie?”

  “As a matter of fact, I do feel rather well-fucked,” she whispered back, biting his earlobe, then nipping at his neck. He shuddered and then his arms were on her, reaching under the robe, touching her breasts, both globes of her ass.

  “How do these feel?” he asked mischievously, squeezing and giving them a light slap.

  “Ouch!” Myka pushed his hands back. “Tender. Both places.”

  He put his hands on her shoulders, looked into her eyes. “I was rough with you. How did you like it?”

  She shook her head. “It was incredible. But I’m sore right now. It’s strange.”

  He held her hands, and bent down to place a soft kiss on her lips. “You’re going to be sore tomorrow, too,” he warned. “You’ll have to see how you like that. You shouldn’t bruise.” He lifted the robe, examined her butt. “Still pink. I like seeing my marks on you. I like knowing you’ll think of me every time you sit down.” He ran his hands gently over her breasts, smiled, kissed her neck. “I hope you’ll like that, too.”

  Myka flushed. Even though her body was a little sore, it didn’t feel terrible; in fact, it felt sort of good, and she finally understood what Jessica had said at the club.

  “I like the lingering sting and tingle sometimes—it makes me feel aroused, excited, even a day later. I love remembering what we did, how I have the power to make him get this dominant.”

  The tingling in her bottom made pleasure flow through her belly when she thought about his dominance, his mastery, the spanking. And to be honest, she almost thought that if she rubbed her thighs together hard enough while thinking about the spanking, she could ignite a mini orgasm right here, standing in the hallway. She even liked the idea of his marks.

  But that was such a strange, new thought—it made her uneasy that she wanted to wear his signature on her body, so she changed the subject, demanding, “Usually a man feeds a woman dinner before he has crazy sex with her. I’m hungry.”

  “I’m glad you mentioned that,” said Gabriel with a grin. “If you will follow me to the kitchen, mademoiselle, I’d be happy to serve you some of my finest cuisine.” He rolled his arm in the air like a chef presenting a fine dish.

  “It had better be four-star cuisine,” said Myka, although judging from the delectable smells coming from some covered plates, it was going to be amazing.

  “Here at Chez Chevalier we strive for no less than five stars, madame,” said Gabriel. “On occasion, we even manage six. But your ladyship deserves no less than double digits, especially since you were able to handle a double-digit ass spanking.”

  “Oh, stop,” giggled Myka, then rolled her eyes when he opened the plates.

  “Chicken piccata, chicken cordon bleu, and chicken marsala,” he said in a deadpan voice. “And soda, Big Red. I’m afraid they were out of Big Baby.”

  “You’re not serious.” Myka burst into laughter, and he did too. “You know I didn’t mean that, when I called you a chicken,” she offered. “Like I said, I was embarrassed. I thought maybe you weren’t interested.”

  “I hope tonight showed you how much interest I have,” said Gabriel, placing a kiss low on her neck. “You were so lovely and brave, doing everything I asked. You amaze me.” The kiss moved to her lips and deepened, and Myka sighed, leaning her body back into his.

  “I trusted you. I loved it. All of it.”

  He pulled back. “Let’s eat. And then perhaps later you will trust me again, hmm?” He winked and Myka’s stomach lurched with anticipation.

  All of his chicken creations were delicious, although Myka ate sparingly, not wanting a full stomach in case there were going to be more extracurricular enjoyments, and neither of them tried the soda, instead drinking more wine and glasses of lemon water.

  “So tell me more about your club,” she asked. “Why did you start it? How long? It doesn’t impact your professional work?”

  “About five years ago. I was into the scene, but could never find the perfect place to play. Obviously if I’m scening in front of other people there’s a willingness to exhibit, but I wanted it to be with people who were of a certain mind and who valued discretion.” He paused, sipped his water. “And then I figured, I have the money to do it right, so why not start my own place? At first it was for a small select group, and it grew. I keep it clean, safe, consensual, luxurious—a place where people can enjoy their kink with like-minded friends. These days, I don’t do nearly as much in public myself. I guess I’m becoming more private.”

  Myka bit her lip. “But it’s such a, well, non-mainstream niche. How do people in your professional world react to it? Has there ever been prejudice?”

  “I don’t keep my sexual proclivities a national security level secret, but neither do I flaunt it in my professional world. I hope they wouldn’t care if they did find out, but I’m not worried. I can afford to lose any consulting jobs, although I wouldn’t like that. I enjoy the creative challenge.”

  Myka nodded. “You’re lucky to have earned a cushion of wealth to allow you such a carefree attitude. I imagine for other people privacy is a huge deal. Imagine a grade-school teacher or a police officer. They might get negative comments or even get fired, if the wrong people found out.”

  “Yes,” said Gabriel with spirit. “Our city is more open-minded than many across the country, but it’s still a concern for so many people. That’s why I’m so careful about the application process and rules for my club. It needs to be a safe haven for people to enjoy themselves without the burden of worry. I do have people from all walks of life, many different professions, who need this to be a secret part of their social life.”

  Myka wanted to ask more about his past relationship. “So you told me that you’d split from your long-time sub. You and she did things at the club together?” It was awkward to ask, but she wanted to know.

  Gabriel frowned. “Are you sure this is something you want to discuss?”

  Myka nodded.

  His voice was calm, even. “Well, yes. There were times we played together in the club. And I’ll be honest. On occasion, we played with others.” His dark blue eyes were fixed on hers. “Does that upset you?”

  Myka broke the gaze. “I don’t know where we’re headed, but I’m not a public person. And I know I’ll never, ever want to be with more than one person at once. Never.” She felt tears, and a sort of hatred for the savvy sex performer, Rachel, who’d probably been the perfect little sub.

  Gabriel was at her side in an instant. “I’m not looking to have exactly what I had before.”

  Myka bit her lip. “I don’t know what I’m asking.”

  Gabriel took her hand. “Are you asking if we have something?”

  “Is that what you want?” Myka’s voice was guarded.

  “Well, I think we already have something, yes? We’ve talked together, eaten together, and spent time in the bedroom. That qualifies as some kind of relationship.”

  “Yes, but—”

  “I want to keep seeing you,” Gabriel said. “Do you want that too?”

  “Yes, but I’m not a sub. You know, the whole lifestyle.” Her voice caught. “I like this—kinky sex. With you. But I don’t want to do it at the club, and like I told you before, I am going to have lots of limits—”

  “Myka, look at me, please.” His voice was stern, and Myka forced her eye
s back up to his. “I’m not asking you to be a full-time sub. I know that’s not your interest. I don’t want full-time or long-term either.”

  “So… what are you asking, exactly?”

  “I’m asking for a temporary arrangement, involving your submission to me in the bedroom. I’m not promising love or anything permanent—I can’t do that now, maybe not ever. It’s not something that’s part of me, at this point in my life. But I respect you, and I like you, and I’m clearly attracted to you.”

  “An arrangement.” Myka winced, trying out the words on her tongue.

  “A good one for us, both of us. I’m offering you a relationship that will take advantage of our sexual chemistry together for as long as we both want it. No strings, but much pleasure.” His smile was warm and wicked.

  “So it would be like I’m your sub-light?” Myka was trying to figure it out. Her heart raced at the possibility of this man being hers in such a way. She tried not to think about the ‘not promising love’ part. She was capable of having sex without falling in love, wasn’t she?

  Gabriel laughed out loud. “A sub-light. Myka, submission is something I don’t take lightly. You will need to do what I want, when I want it. Make sure that is something you wish to give me, because you enjoy it as well.”

  “I can use safewords?” she asked.

  “Of course, Myka. I have to trust that you’ll be honest with me. I will always respect your hard limits—over time we’ll figure those out, figure all of this out, yes?”

  Myka thought. “What if I feel my sore butt tomorrow and tell you I don’t want it that hard again? Will that—turn you off?” She darted her eyes down the floor, tracing a pattern with her toe and holding her breath. “What if I never want nipple clamps again?”

  “Then we found a hard limit.” His eyes were intense. “You tell me. And I’ll respect it.” He paused. “If I ask you to do something new, and it’s not a limit at this point, I want you to try it, at least once—give it an honest attempt. And then if it’s too much, you tell me.”