Page 77 of For the Sub

When he had her in the position he wanted, he once again twisted his hand in her luxurious hair.

Then he placed his forearm beneath her chest to lift her torso from the mattress.

Without being told what to do, she leaned back to rest her head on his chest, looping an arm behind his neck for leverage. Not quite done, she held onto his wrist.

They were fully entwined on a physical level, and more.

“Oh…so, so amazing,” she murmured in awe. “This is…”

She didn’t seem to have words. Nor did he. He was possessed by a savage urge that only she could satisfy.

“Yes, yes,” she said.

Holding her tight, he claimed her ass. “You respond so well to me, Brandy.”

“Because you’re unbelievably demanding, Sir.”

His cock thickened as his blood heated.

Sweat beaded on his brow and all his muscles strained from the force of holding her upright and fucking her hard.

Brandy in his arms, he buried himself to his testicles and squeezed his eyes shut as ejaculate spurted in pulse after relentless pulse.

Her body trembled as she struggled to keep her feet on the ground and not collapse forward.

For long seconds, he continued to hold her upright even though common sense encouraged him to let her go.

Niles prided himself on never losing control. But the connection with Brandy unraveled him. It was more than her sexy body, greater than her compassion.

It was her quirkiness, the way she trusted him and made him look inside himself in ways he never had before. “Are you still with me?”

“I am, Sir. And I’ve never felt better.” She arched back into him.

“I might have been too rough.”

“Not at all, Sir. If I had needed to, I would have used a safe word.”

He withdrew his spent cock and lowered her to the mattress. She made an odd sound as she curled into a ball. “Was that a purr?”

“It was.”

“I’ll be right back.” He was grinning.

“I guarantee you, I’m not going anywhere, Sir.”

Outside the door, Dana looked at him and whimpered. “I promise I didn’t hurt her,” he told the dog, scratching her behind the ear.

The feisty, opportunistic MW leaped up and immediately dove for Niles’s toes. With a glare, he snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. The dog yipped once but settled.

Though the cat thumped its tail, he didn’t crack an eyelid.

Niles had never had an army of four-footed protectors looking after one of his subs. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he didn’t mind. Charming, actually.

In the bathroom, he disposed of the condom, then turned on the faucet. After he’d cleaned up, he reached for a washcloth and ran it under the water then grabbed a small towel on the way out.

The pets had all inched closer to the bedroom, and he debated what to do.

In the end, he left the door open a crack. Brandy was still in the same position, and the sight of her reddened, well-used body stirred an unfamiliar instinct to protect. “I don’t want to startle you,” he said as he sat on the bed.

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