Page 71 of Ready For His Rule

Her chest rose and fell on her own full breath. “Like an alternative therapist,” she ventured.

“More like an alternative conductor,” he countered. “In therapy, only one side benefits. But submissives give back to me like instruments in a concerto. The more beautifully they play my notes, the more I’m fulfilled too.” Instinct, deep and sure, turned his touch into a more circular motion. He spread his fingers until they flowed over the sides of her taut swells. “The farther she follows me and the more she trusts me, the more powerful I feel…and the more she rockets me to a high I can never get enough of.”

Beneath his touch, Tracy quivered again—only he was damn certain he joined her in the quake. Damn. Just putting it all into words was the beginning of a crazy epiphany…a step back into a mental space that felt so much like home. A home from which he’d exiled himself after that horrific night with Abbie…but the home he’d desperately been seeking since returning from Kaesong.

And while he still couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of moving all the way back in…

A visit would sure as hell be nice.

He swept his hand farther up. Brushed his fingertips over her nipple. Her breathing hitched and her areola puckered, luring him to repeat the sweep—pinching it this time. Her sweet, high wince was his incentive for repeating the move to her other stiff peak. As soon as he did, she unspooled into sensual languor, sliding back to the pillows…right underneath him.

The blanket all but slipped away. John kicked it back completely, twisting to settle between her thighs. Holy gods. She was already slick and soft and hot for him. Only through a clenched effort did he resist plunging his cock all the way inside her. Yeah, even bareback. She drove him to the edge of that stupidity.

As he moved in tighter, flattening their chests together, Tracy unfurled a Tigress’s sensual snarl. Her nails scored his shoulders. Her legs parted farther, wrapping higher around his waist. She made him crazy with need, burning hot with desire—and that was before their gazes locked again, subjecting his senses to the full lightning force of her magical stare.

He gazed down, echoing her primal rumble.

She stared back up, hitching her hips a little.

His rumble became a groan. Her sex was sweet, wet, and tender—and his mental moorings were nonexistent. She did him no favors by nudging her chin up, taking him in with equal parts curiosity and challenge, stirring her kitten side back into the mix too. Goddamn. His self-control went into the drink when her eyes went that huge and her mouth got that plush.

“Thank you.”

And her voice turned that husky.

“For what?” he managed to murmur back.

“For sharing all of that.” Her hands slid in, wrapping around his neck. That, along with the new searches of her gaze, had her reminding him of a swimmer clinging to a dock. “For sharing…all of you…like that.”

He liked being her dock.

A lot.

He slipped one hand up, rubbing a thumb along the pillows of her mouth. “Well, thank you for listening—and hearing—all of it.”

She had more to say. John discerned it in the questing flickers in her gaze and the continuing tension around her mouth. He didn’t press her, though. Sometimes, patience was its own reward.

“John?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to get you high too.”

And sometimes, patience gave a guy other rewards too.

Huge ones.

With another long, low growl, he worked his crotch against hers. Shit. After just sermonizing about the mystical higher purpose of D/s, all he wanted to do was give her some of the filthiest commands in his arsenal before sinking himself inside her to the balls and screwing them both into hot, heavy, lava-style climaxes that stretched into tomorrow…

He started by taking her mouth under his. Explored her thoroughly with his teeth and tongue until she shuddered, mewled, and writhed for him. Pinched both her pretty tits again, until the tips were hard as cinnamon candies. Rolled his hips and bunched his ass, massaging her equally stiff clit with the aching, throbbing tip of his agonized erection.

Until finally, it was time.

To heave up, pushing away onto his haunches, leaving her sprawled against the sheets, shiny with sweat and shaking with need—

And pissed as hell.

“What the—”

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