Master of the Abyss

played over the peak. Her back arched, pushing her breast against him. Men had fondled her breasts before, but never when she’d been so sensitive already. This was…almost too much. Almost.

He sucked hard.

She inhaled sharply as each unrelenting suck shot electricity straight to her clit. Hellfire, if he kept this up, she’d be as aroused as if she hadn’t come at all. He tongued the peak against the roof of his mouth and bit down gently, not releasing, and the edgy pain only made her soar higher.

She whimpered and couldn’t believe the sound had come from her. She tried to pull away, and the arm behind her back was unyielding, holding her still for his mouth.

He switched to the other breast, and suddenly his hand touched her mound. God, she wanted that, and yet…

“Open your legs, little sub.” He tapped his fingers against her thighs. “Now.”

When she parted her knees, he slid his hand down into her wetness, stroking her folds and then moving to her clit. He firmly rubbed just one side of it, over and over, until she could actually feel it swell and the coiling of approaching climax, and then the bastard moved his finger to the other half of the nub, toying with the hood, occasionally grazing across the top. Lightning shot through her body as her whole clit swelled and pulsed with need.

Oh, God. Her hips lifted.

He chuckled, his breath warm on her breast, and then switched breasts again and sucked that nipple fiercely. A finger slid into her-two fingers-and his thumb pressed down right on her clit. Pain, pressure, penetration-everything in her spasmed uncontrollably. A blast of white filled her vision, turning to a roaring in her ears. Waves of pleasure broke over her again and again as her hips bucked against his hand.

When it all stopped-and somehow he’d kept her going longer than she’d ever thought possible-she lay like wilted grass in his arms, staring at his lean, hard face. How did he make her feel so safe with him that she’d just let him do…anything?

He nuzzled his cheek over hers, and she felt…cherished. She set her hand on his face and lost herself in the blue, blue eyes. After a minute, he sighed. “Little sub, you could worry a man.” His kiss was gentle. Sweet.

When he sat up, she realized his hand was still between her legs. He moved his fingers, and her insides spasmed around him, sending more pleasure fizzing through her veins.

He chuckled and withdrew. Keeping his gaze on hers, he licked her wetness from his fingers. His cheek creased again, and he said softly, “Next time I’ll taste you there.” He tilted his head. “Tie you open…maybe even gag you so only I will hear your whimpers.”

A sound escaped her, and the sun lines at the corners of his eyes deepened with his smile. “Yes. Like that.”

God, he made her feel helpless. And yet, his control filled a…a need inside her that she hadn’t realized was there, a longing to be treated like this.

He stroked her, petting her like a cat; then turned his hand over and rubbed his knuckles over her pebbling nipples. “Did being restrained bother you?”

He waited for his answer, and she realized his patience was something else she wasn’t used to, his total focus on her. He watched her so closely, her eyes, her face, noticing every time she tensed or took a breath. It made her feel…special…and somehow exposed also.

“Kallie. I asked you a question.”

He wouldn’t permit secrets, she realized uneasily. But she didn’t have secrets, really, so… “Bother me? No.” She hesitated, searching for the right words. “I liked…knowing I didn’t have the reins. Sometimes during sex, I feel like I have to decide what happens, how far to go, all that. You didn’t give me any control at all.”

He nodded, unsurprised by her answer.

“Did you enjoy your spanking?” He slid his hand under her bottom, and the unexpected pain from her tender skin made her squeak and try to lift her hips away. He grinned. “A little sore, pet?”

She glared at him. The skin there still felt hot and swollen, and his abrasive fingers didn’t help any. “No, of course not.”

He squeezed and made her yelp. “Now try again, and be honest.”

“Damn you.”

His second squeeze was just plain mean. “Ow!” And she could feel herself getting wetter, not just from the pain, but from the way he made her bend to his will. The world shifted around her like she’d strayed off the trail into an unfamiliar forest.

“Kallie?”

“The spanking hurt…and it made…made me come harder.” And part of that had been because he’d controlled her, that he could make her take the pain.

“Better.” He brushed a kiss over her lips, whispered low, “Next time I’ll use a paddle.”

The flush of heat that went through her worried the hell out of her. She tilted her head. “Next time? I thought…”

“One night only. But the night’s not over yet.”

Chapter Three

Jake hadn’t called.

Kallie slid out of her Jeep and slammed the heavy door shut, letting the loud bang express her feelings on the subject. That asshole bastard rat fink. She’d been so sure that he would call her-that there had been something between them.

So little she knew. Obviously. No word from him in the last five days. She shoved her sweat-dampened hair off her forehead. Wonderful damned day, wasn’t it? It’s dry air, people would say, like dry helped when the temperature soared over ninety degrees. The heat wasn’t helping her simmering mood. Or her desire to wallop someone named Jake. He was such a… Okay, be fair. He’d told her “one night only.” Repeated it, even.

But still…

Morgan had visited Serenity Lodge yesterday, and Jake hadn’t asked about her. Now Morgan wondered why Kallie had asked if he had. Gah! I might as well be back in high school. As Kallie stalked into the small grocery store, she barely kept from slamming that door too.

At least Logan hadn’t discussed any details about Friday night with Morgan or Wyatt. He’d simply said she seemed comfortable enough with his guests’ activities. Since she’d reported the same, her cousins had accepted the matter. After all, they sure wouldn’t ask her for descriptions of anything related to sex.

She stopped inside the door and picked up a basket. Behind the counter, the owner, David Whipple, was going over paperwork with a redheaded delivery guy, who smiled at her.

David asked, “How are you, Kallie?”

“Just dandy.” Wyatt had stocked the kitchen as per the bargain, and for, oh, at least the first two days, she’d thought she had the better of that deal. No shopping or cleaning for a week, and she’d enjoyed the best, most exciting sexual adventure of her very limited life. With Jake, of all people. As her breasts tingled, she mentally shoved that memory into the toilet…and flushed.

Turning her attention to her errand, she studied the shelves of crackers and cookies and chips. A sack of potato chips went into her basket. Sour cream dip from the refrigerated section.

She said hi to Mrs. Jenkins and smiled at the small dog perched in the child seat. Looking like a furball that had encountered a light socket, the Pomeranian gave a series of shrill yaps, then panted