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  She stood up in front of him, sliding her leather boy shorts down and kicking them aside. When she sat back on the desk, all she had on were her thigh-high boots. He swallowed hard. Damn, she was gorgeous. Curves just where a woman should have them, muscle tone like a goddess, and those boots? Forget about it. She was the kind of woman who could walk all over a man in those boots, making him beg for more. Hell, Deacon was begging for more already, and he hadn’t even had a taste . His eyes roamed down her body as she positioned herself on the desk. One foot, and then the other came to rest up on the deep mahogany, leaving her legs spread wide, her body open. Up each leg his eyes traveled before coming to rest on her damp slit and the tiny silver ball and ring that pierced her clit. His cock jerked hard. His mouth watered so much, he was afraid he might drool. On auto-pilot, he moved to grip his cock again, but her crop smacked hard against his hand, and he blinked before looking at her.

  “No . Come closer.” Steely and calm, her voice matched the gleam in her eye. He crawled on his hands and knees until he was so close to her that he could smell the musky sweetness of her arousal as he licked his lips. “Be a good boy . Please me, and I promise you, I will give you what you need.” There was no hesitation at all. He leaned forward, closed his eyes, and inhaled her scent deeply. Bracing his hands on the insides of each of her thighs, he felt her hand tangle in his hair, pulling his mouth to her pussy. Suddenly he was starving. When the initial taste of her sweet honey slid across his tongue, he knew that Eve would be the only thing that would ever fully sate him. “Lick it like you mean it, pet, and I’ll be very good to you.”

  *****

  His body was gorgeous enough. Watching him stroke himself to orgasm, had been arousing, but it was his obedience that turned her on more. He had zero experience with Dom/sub relationships and no experience with her, but he’d given her his obedience— his trust, despite his refusal to accept the part of himself that drove him to her. And that was more erotic than any show he could have put on for her. Strong hands gripped the insides of her thighs gently as she tangled her fingers further in his blonde hair. Fixated on watching him, she tingled as his pink tongue darted out to lap at her. Licking and nibbling on her lips, he took each one between his teeth, pulling lightly. Each tug moved her clit ring against her tender skin. The cool of the steel mixed with the warmth of his breath taunted her clit mercilessly. When she’d had enough teasing, she pulled his face into her pussy harder . With a flat tongue, he licked long swipes from the entrance of her cunt to the top, dragging his rough tongue over her clit, flicking her piercing with it. He circled her nub over and over, fluttering across it before starting over at her weeping core. His sighs and moans let her know he was enjoying as much as she was, but she didn’t need to hear him for that . She could see his bouncing cock down below her along with the slight wetness beginning to bead there. Slowly, she started to move her hips, bucking against his face, riding his tongue.

  “Fuck me with your tongue . Swallow everything.” Deacon’s tongue contracted to a terse point, as pumped it in and out of her, licking her passage, doing with his tongue what he’d no doubt like to do with his dick . She slid one hand down between them to rub a ‘V’ alongside her clit in tandem with his tongue. Her breath quickened, her pulse raced. She met every thrust of his tongue with her hips while rubbing her clit with a firm, steady pressure until she couldn’t hold back anymore . She never took her eyes off of him, but watched as he fucked her the way she’d instructed. When her inner muscles began to flutter wildly, her mouth fell open, and she moaned through her orgasm. Her juices coated his chin while he swallowed every drop of wetness as she rode out her climax on his tongue. When the pulsing of her sex subsided, she shoved his head back and slid off the desk. Her movements were hurried, but always controlled. His weeping erection needed attention before he lost faith in her promise to take care of his needs, and he began to second guess his willingness to follow her instructions as she introduced him to the submissive side of himself.

  “That was good, but I think we can do better.” Eve stepped around behind him and put the heel of her boot up on his back, giving him a shove. “Up . On the desk. Flat on your back, and only one rule; hands to yourself.” When h e didn’t hesitate , she grinned wickedly. Once on the desk, he did as she asked, lying flat on his back after kicking his scrub bottoms off the rest of the way. His cock seemed to stand taller when he was on his back than it did when he was on his knees, and in this position, it was nearly intimidating. Eve walked around to the other side of the desk to remove a few items from the false bottom of a drawer. A silk scarf, she tied around his head, covering his eyes.

  “If you cannot see, you have to rely on other senses, and more importantly, you have to rely on me. Trust me not to hurt you, only pleasure you . I’ll give you what your body needs, not what you think you want. Sam e goes for these.” Cold steel snapped around one wrist before she attached the other end of the cuff to the leg of the desk then repeated with the other wrist. His breathing stopped for a second as he began to panic, but she placed a firm hand on the middle of his chest, and he settled. “If you feel like you need to stop, just say spider monkey and we’ll stop . But if you’ll ride this one out, trust me for a little while, you’ll understand just how much you desire to give yourself over to someone else and let go of everything that weighs on you.”

  He nodded and visually relaxed. Eve moved to the side of the desk. Climbing up on the desk, she threw one leg over his body, straddling his hips before reaching for the condom she’d pulled out of the drawer . Leaning down, she took his length to the back of her throat, giving a long, hard pull as she sucked his cock, releasing it with a loud, wet pop along with the satisfying gasp that it pulled from him. Ripping open the foil packet with her teeth, she slowly rolled the thin latex over the head of his cock, smoothing it down his shaft. Raised on her knees, Eve positioned herself over his cock, taking just the tip of him into her cunt before lifting herself back off, not missing the rough whimper of protest from him.

  “Patience, pet.” She repeated the up and down motion, never taking more than the head of his length into her greedy, weeping entrance. His tip stretched her opening, and she couldn’t wait to feel him buried fully within her depths, but Deacon clearly lacked patience and discipline in his life, and most certainly in his sexual encounters. This was more than just an exercise in orgasm; it was an introduction to a whole new world of sexual possibilities and satisfaction. His fists clenched as he moaned over and over, but he had to understand she was setting the pace, and she knew he would learn to love it.

  *****

  Pitch blackness. All he could see was pitch blackness. He tried to move his hands, he wanted to touch her, run his hands over her lean body, tug on her nipple rings, anything, but the cool steel of the cuffs grounded him, restraining him and keeping him right where she wanted him. He’d nearly blown everything when she took him in her mouth to suckle roughly, then again when her deceptively strong and delicate hands sheathed him with the condom, but the torture she was inflicting on him next was just plain mean. When she finally stopped with the teasing, he held his breath while she slid impossibly slowly down his cock until her ass touched his balls, and he could feel the tiny metal piercing on her clit against his skin. But it was what she did next that had every ounce of pent up stress, heartache, and energy bursting from his pores. With a twist of her hips, she lifted up onto her knees, her inner walls gripping him and twisting before she slid back down his cock again. Up and down, twisting, over and over. He’d been with lots of women, but he’d always done all the work . He’d never felt anything like this. She was tight, wet. The scent of her arousal permeated every molecule of the air around him. Everything smelled like sex and candy. Her taste had been sweet, but her scent was sweeter. He lifted his hips, trying to match her thrusts, but the movements stopped, and before he could ask why she’d stopped, a sharp pain exploded across his chest from one nipple to the other. Simultaneous tight pinching and rou
gh twisting sent slivers of pain arcing from one pec to the other.

  “Don’t try to control it . Just take what I give you.”

  He clenched his teeth until his jaw ached as he fought furiously against the need to argue with her. Stilling his hips, he waited for her to start again. When she did, every nerve that recently felt pain in his nipples now felt pleasure in his cock. The way she redirected and controlled his focus allowed him to do nothing but feel. No thinking, no questioning, just truly feeling for the first time … maybe ever. Slender fingers reached back as she rode him to cup his balls, rolling them in her palm, her nails lightly scratching the sensitive sac. When her motions quickened, he could feel his orgasm building low in his spine, his sac drawing up against his body. The feel of her pussy gripping him tighter as she began to quiver around him had him biting down on the inside of his cheek, trying to stave off impending ecstasy, but the seductive whisper in his ear changed all that.

  “Come now, or not at all, pet.”

  If he ’d wanted to hold off orgasm, he wasn’t sure he could . Before she had managed to sit the rest of the way up, his muscles seized, jerked. His cock twitched, jolting through the spurts of his seed into the thin latex. He’d come once already in the last half hour, and he thought this orgasm might never end. She rode him hard, dragging out his climax as hers milked him, tightening, spasming uncontrollably around his cock. When they were both finally breathing again, she climbed down off him, but not before leaning forward, her nipples and piercings pressing against his body as she whispered in his ear.

  “Good boy.” Her teeth grazing down his neck had his softening cock begging for more, but she climbed off him and undid the blindfold first. Like a glorious awakening, he was face to nipple with her bountiful breasts. He bit his tongue to stop himself from licking at the rosy buds. When she undid the cuffs, releasing him, he pushed himself up on rubbery limbs, tossed the condom in the trash then climbed back into his scrubs. She strutted around the room in nothing but her boots, but a knock on the door snapped his attention from her svelte seduction. His heart skipped into a staccato rhythm while he looked at her, wondering what to do, mortified when he heard Rissa’s voice on the other side of the door . Eve didn’t seem concerned. Her leather boy shorts and corset lay scattered across the floor, but she made no move to put them back on. She grabbed a black silk robe from the small closet in the office, tying it off. The red embroidered ‘ E ’ on the back of the robe swayed with her every movement. No panties, no bra, he could still picture her little piercing between her glistening folds, abrading her clit with every step. She mussed her blonde pixie cut and winked at him over her shoulder before throwing open the door.

  “Relax, Riss . I was just helping him work out some…kinks . That’s all. He seems to be feeling much better.” She grinned mischievously, stepping past Rissa toward the nicely dressed man leaning languidly against the counter.

  “Working out some kinks my ass, Eve! I told you to watch him not bone him!” Rissa sniffed and scowled. “For crying out loud, you both smell like sex. Evan, a little help here, please ?”

  The dark-haired man propped himself nonchalantly against the counter and grinned at Rissa. Deacon was suddenly uncomfortable, but Eve still looked in control.

  “Reeses, leave them alone . He’s a grown man . If he wants to play with Eve, you can’t stop him. And if Eve wants him as a toy, well…you can’t stop her anymore than you could stop me from hauling you right back into my bed and reminding you that when a Dom and sub find each other, nothing can come between them.” He walked toward Rissa, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close. The two of them really were enveloped in a world all their own where nothing seemed to matter but the love they had for each other. Including Deacon and Eve.

  “Fine.” When Rissa turned around, she held out her hand, offering him a key. “I said I would help you , and I will. I don’t owe you anything, but I will help you because I said I won’t turn my back on someone in pain . Although,” she slanted a sideways glance at Eve and co ntinued, “it doesn’t look like you’re in too much pain at the moment . At least, not bad pain. Regardless, this is the key to my loft. I don’t live there anymore, and I rarely ever go over there. I live with Evan, and we’re in the club downstairs most nights anyway. You can stay there until you get back on your feet. All the utilities are paid for the next full month, and it’s still furnished, so you should be all set.” When he reached for the key, she jerked it back. “But , if you hurt Eve, if you try to make her give up who she is, the part of her that is from the same world as the part of me that you hated, I promise you, I will never forgive you.”

  “Reeses, you won’t have to . If he hurts Eve, they’ll never find the pieces of his body.” The dark, well-dressed man turned to Deacon, and he suddenly felt like a bug under a microscope. “Eve is my sister . She’s had a hell of a life, it’s made her what she is . I couldn’t protect her when we were kids, but I will damn sure protect her now. IF you hurt her in anyway, there will be no coming back, no matter how much my darling begs for mercy for you. I would give her the world, but I will not tolerate anyone hurting my sister, or my Rissa. Do we have an understanding?” Deacon nodded as Rissa slid up beside Evan, tucking under his arm, winding around him so that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.

  “Alright then . Since you two are so cozy, Eve can take you over to the loft. I’ll call and have food delivered. It’ll be there when you arrive. I think there’s a box of your things still in the back of the closet.” Rissa turned, and she and Evan headed outside into the cold sunshine. A sleek town car picked them up, whisking them to who knew where. He was left behind with the mostly naked siren Dominatrix that had shown him a world of possibilities, and not one, but two, of the most powerful o rgasms he’d ever experienced in his entire life. He was scared, aroused and strangely enough, he was falling head first into a feeling of belonging when she looked at him with a smile.

  “Well, come on, Deacon . Looks like it ’ s moving day for you.” Eve didn’t bother to change; she strutted right out the door in her robe and boots, wearing nothing else but her keys and cell phone. In the sunshine, her golden hair gleamed. Each gust of wind that toyed with the hem of her robe, exposing a glimpse of pleasure-swollen flesh had him nearly crawling on his knees behind her, begging for more.

  Chapter Five

  It had been days since their first encounter, just minutes after a meeting, and Deacon was sitting in his plush, oversized executive’s chair in his office chewing on the cap of a pen still daydreaming about it all. That experience had been so unlike any o f the others he’d had ; for starters, the sting of her crop and the bite of her pinching his nipples had been more thrilling than painful. Then there was the whole she was in charge thing. For someone who’d known him all of five minutes before humping his brains out, she’d been right about a lot of things. There was something buried deep inside of him that desperately yearned to be dominated — to hand over everything and just feel — to be free of everything. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he wondered what his father would think of him now. He could practically hear his voice booming in his ears, “ Men should be strong, dominant, in charge, not wussy little pussies. Real men don’t need women; they don’t need anything from anybody. Only thing a woman is good for is a warm place to stick your dick until you get your rocks off. If you’re not the winner, you’re a loser . If you’re not the boss, you’re a failure . Plain as that, son.”

  God, he’d had that lecture so many times as a kid, and as a teenager, he’d almost given that as the eulogy at his dad’s funeral five years ago . He hated the way his dad looked at women, and he’d promised himself he’d never be with a weak woman who would let him walk all over her. It’d been why he rejected R issa’s need to submit, why he could never see submission as a strength instead of a weakness. If his father knew he’d fallen head over heels for a woman who needed to dominate him as much as he needed to relinquish control, he’d disown him o
r worse. If the man knew that Eve had fully consumed every waking thought and every dream of his since that day, there was no telling what he would have done. Hell, he hadn’t even been able to jerk off since then. Self- pleasure just didn’t have the same explosive pow er that being at Eve’s mercy had , and he couldn’t wait to be back . She’d left that day after making sure he was settled at the loft he and Rissa had shared before, he hadn’t seen her since, at least not in any other form but naked and riding him in his wet dreams every night.

  Staring at the screen of his phone, he reread the text she’d sent him that morning over and over. If you stroke yourself today, it had best be to thoughts of me, because when I touch myself tonight, it will be to thoughts of you on your knees where you belong. He hadn’t planned on jerking off, but the raging erection her text message had given him made him think twice about it.

  “Mr . Cain? The clients for today’s two o’ clock meeting are waiting for you in the lobby. Should I send them up or do you need a little more time?” The muffled voice of the office secretary cut through his thoughts, snapping him back to reality. An elderly little white- haired lady, she didn’t move very fast, but she had a knack for reading people, and her oatmeal chocolate chip cookies were like crack. She’d been with Baker Thomas Holdings since probably before Deacon was even a little spec in his dad’s spunk, but she didn’t look like she was going anywhere anytime soon .

  “No , no, that’s alright Ms . Gibbs. Go ahead and send them up. I’ll meet them in the conference room. Please call legal and have them meet us there with the contracts.” He released the speaker button but picked it up before she could get on the phone to legal. “ And thank you for the cookies this morning, they’re my favorite, and delicious as always.”

  “You’re welcome, Mr . Cain. I f you don’t mind me saying, well even if you do, I’m going to say it anyway because I’m older and wiser than you and you should always listen to little grannies about matters of the heart. It must be a very special woman to have you in such a tizzy. Don’t let this one