Page 130 of Over the Line

Startled, she glanced in the mirror again to see an image of her lover lazing against the doorjamb.

Lips parted, Sydney turned to face him.

Before she could react further, he was in front of her.

Right above the collar, he wrapped his hands around her neck. “We’re not going to make it outside to the barn.”

With the desire stoked in his eyes, she didn’t doubt him.

“I need to be inside you. Now.”

Capturing her hand, he stripped off her sweater, then guided her to the bed, turned her to face it, then forced her body down, smashing her breasts into the mattress.

Carefully, he maneuvered the collar around so that the D-ring faced the back. Then he lifted her skirt and rubbed her ass, tenderly at first, then with more vigor before blazing her skin with his hand.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!”

“This evening, you may come as often as you like, my sweet. You earned it.”

He left her long enough to grab a condom from the nightstand. Then, behind her, he dropped his jeans but didn’t undress, obviously as impatient as she was.

In a single stroke, he claimed her, then he fucked her hard—the way she liked.

Her Dominant buried his hand beneath her pelvis in order to play with her clit, and when she was writhing, he moved up to plump and squeeze her breasts.

Within seconds, she was panting, consumed by orgasm after orgasm.

Offering approving words, he pulled away long enough to snatch his belt from its loops.

He placed the leather next to her face.

Then, voice gruff, he demanded, “Do you want to feel this? It was around my body, and it’s mine. Just like you, Sydney. Got it?”

Yes. “Yes to everything, Sir.”

Continually, he laid the leather to her curves, then he hooked a finger into the D-ring on her collar and very slightly pulled her neck up. “Why did you do this?” he demanded, voice hoarse.

“Sir,” Sydney protested, in search of an orgasm, not capable of a conversation until she’d reached the pinnacle. “Just fuck me, please.”

“Tell me, brat.”

In his typical Dominant fashion, he demanded answers, even though she couldn’t string two thoughts together.

“You knew I’d love this.”

But she hadn’t guessed just how much.

“Tell me.”

Confounding her, he stopped belting her, and she cried out. “You told me I could come when I was ready.”

“And I asked a question.”

Her body vibrated with sexual hunger.

“It’s a symbol.” Forcing words was almost impossible. “That I’m no longer afraid.” She turned her head to the side, wishing she could see him. “That I left the past behind.”

“And your doubts?” Quiet desperation shrouded his voice.

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