“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you trust me, Beth?”
“I-” His eyes… She couldn’t lie when he looked at her like that, when he surrounded her, inside, outside. “I-”
“All right then, I want you to say the words whether you believe them or not.” He moved inside her slowly, keeping her so close to the edge that her body couldn’t relax. His rough voice deepened. “‘I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.’ Say that.”
She hesitated, and he stopped moving. Oh, God. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” But she didn’t trust him; she didn’t trust anyone.
He slid out. In. The sensation so intense her body tried to arch against him. He held her in place. “Again.”
“God, please…” she pleaded, met only implacable black eyes, and pushed the words out, “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.”
He gave her two slow strokes and stopped. Waited.
“I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” She hurried the words, needing more.
Three strokes, each one searing down her nerve paths, sparks flaring from the contact. Stopped.
Whimpers mingled with the words. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” A breath. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.”
The words turned into a chant, burning into her brain as he started stroking again with hard, sure thrusts.
“I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” His eyes held hers transfixed, and she felt something inside her soul shiver and crack. Tears ran down her cheeks. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” The words took on an urgency, a reality as he melded their bodies together, as her muscles strained against his.
And then the vibrations over her clit started again even as he sped up. The sensations rolled through her like an unstoppable earthquake, and her world burst apart with a shattering orgasm. Her eyes went blind as her insides convulsed, billowing around the thick, intruding cock, setting off more and more spasms. She could hear herself screaming.
When her shudders slowed, he started to thrust again, and she arched up into him with another cry. His cock seemed to swell as he hammered into her with short, fast strokes. He gave a guttural groan, and she felt his cock jerk inside her, each movement making her pussy clench.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. Her mind had gone out of focus. Her heart beat so forcefully it should have knocked him off of her.
He chuckled. “No need to go that far. ‘Oh, Master’ will do.”
She was too far gone to do more than frown at him.
He chuckled again and nibbled her neck as he reached up to undo her cuffs, then rolled, still seated firmly inside her twitching vagina, and settled her firmly on top of him. His hand pressed her head down into the hollow of his shoulder. “Shhh, sugar. Time to relax.”
Her arms hurt as she moved to grasp his wide shoulders. Her fingers dug in, as though, if she could hang onto him firmly enough, her world would stop spinning. His muscles flexed under her hands. She couldn’t seem to think, but it didn’t matter. She knew she’d normally be trembling right now, except she was too exhausted, too limp. The sounds of the others coupling and talking in the room seemed distant. Unimportant.
Licking her dry lips, she tried to speak, not knowing what to say. The chant echoed in her head, diminishing slowly until only one word remained.
His hand moved over her back, warm against the cooling sweat covering her body. He massaged her tender bottom, pressing her hips against him and chuckling when her vagina spasmed weakly. The fragrance of sex surrounded her, mingling with Sir’s soapy, musky scent and her own.
His voice rumbled, low and a little husky. The sound of a satisfied man. The sound of Sir. “I enjoyed that very much, Beth.”
The open pleasure sent a glow through her. How long had it been since a Dom had been happy with her? She snuggled closer.
“I like your body,” he murmured, his hand cupping her bottom. “I like all those muscles you have. Your fiery hair. Your freckles.”
She hated her freckles. “I always wanted skin the color of yours.” She ran her hand over his chest, enjoying the feel of satiny skin stretched over his contoured curves. “I like your muscles too.”
“You’re not worried about my strength being used against you?”
The question shot fear through her, and she knew he felt her stiffen. His hand stroked her hair.
“Beth, answer me.”
She pressed her forehead to his chest, inhaled his warmth. “Sometimes. Yes.”
“Thank you for being honest.” He lifted her up enough to look into her eyes. “The one thing I insist upon is honesty. Don’t ever lie to me.” The roughness of his voice rubbed over her senses like gravel in an open wound, and she shivered.
Chapter Seven
Early Monday evening, Nolan pulled up in front of the Shadowlands and parked his truck behind Beth’s gardening trailer. The humid air wrapped around him as he walked over to lean against her truck and wait for her. Was she going to be pleased to see him or terrified?
He rarely dated women he met at the club, but last Saturday had revealed unexpected facets of her personality, and he’d decided to make an exception in her case. Her courage in admitting her mistake had gained his respect. The contrast between her sexual hunger and her deep fears yanked at his Dom nature. And the amazement on her face each time she climaxed… What man could resist that?
So far, everything between them had been about domination and sex. The chemistry was there, both sexual and Dom/sub, but he’d seen an expression on her face a few times that hinted she wanted more.
He edged over into a patch of shade and pulled out his PDA. Might as well get a little work done while he waited.
“Hey.”
Nolan looked up, glanced at the sun, and realized at least half an hour had gone by. “There you are. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Beth wore an off-white tank top and khaki shorts, and the sight of her in street clothes was as big a turn-on as her club clothes. Her cheeks had a pretty flush, and her red hair was tangled. A trickle of sweat ran down between her breasts, and the thought of pinning her against the truck and licking it off made him harden. But no, this wasn’t about sex today.
“Why didn’t you come and find me?”
He shrugged. “I don’t like interruptions when I’m working; figured you wouldn’t either.”
“Oh. Um, thank you. And you’re waiting for me because…”
As he moved closer, she retreated until halted by her truck, her back against the door. Nolan braced an arm on each side of her head, trapping her. With pleasure, he noticed that the little rabbit didn’t look nearly as terrified today. More progress. He rewarded himself with a kiss, soft and wet and hot, only his mouth touching, since if his hands landed on her, he’d probably take her right there against the truck.
Drawing back, he smiled at her dazed eyes and wet lips and said, “Aside from needing to do that, I thought I would take you out for supper.”
“Supper?” Her hands were on his chest, and she snatched them off as if she’d committed some crime.
“Beth, I like your hands on me,” he said. “Put them back.” He waited until her delicate fingers curled over his shoulders. He recalled how pretty her wrists looked in cuffs, how she pulled at the restraints while he…
He cleared his throat. “Supper. You have to eat-and eat more than you’ve been doing, I might add-and I’m hungry. There’s an Italian place just down the road, one where we won’t look too out of place in work clothes.”
