Page 92 of For the Sub

He kissed her mouth, then closed the door as patrons walked out of the restaurant.

No one would ever guess what had just happened, but she was reeling.

As they exited the parking lot, he shot her a sideways glance. “If you disobey me, there’ll be hell to pay. Get busy pleasing yourself, sub. I’ve got a powerful sweet tooth…”

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At home, her essence on his lips and tongue, he drew her into the bedroom.

The journey had been torturous as he made her come again and again.

Brandy wasn’t sure which was worse…his forced climaxes or last night’s orgasm denial torment.

Since she hadn’t been sure of her ability to stand when he’d turned off the engine, he’d held onto her while she straightened her clothes.

Now, steady, she stood in front of him.

“The stockings were a win.”

“I would do anything you said, Sir.”

“Then leave them on while we have sex.”

“Of course.” She undressed, aware of his approving gaze. Then she stood in front of him, in only the stockings and a garter belt.

“I’ve never needed a woman this bad,” he confessed, an ache in his voice.

“May I help you undress?”

After a moment, in which she wondered if he’d refuse, he nodded.

She tugged his shirt over his head and hung it from a bedpost.

Then she unbuckled his belt, remembering the stinging sensation of that worn leather on her bare skin. She’d happily submit to that any day.

He took off his shoes then removed his socks before she released the button at his waistband.

His dick was already getting harder, and she wanted to reach inside his jeans and touch him. “So, so tempting…”

“No,” he said.

Which only made her want him more, and no doubt he knew that.

Frustrated, she continued her work until he was naked.

“How sore are you?” he asked when he’d donned a condom.

She sat on the edge of the bed, naked, waiting, willing.

“Tell the truth. I’ll know otherwise.”

“Don’t you miss anything?”

“Not when it comes to you.”

He was so delicious, she wanted him everywhere.

Since she wasn’t sure when or if she’d see him again, Brandy wanted to enjoy each moment. Still, he folded his arms across his chest, and she knew better than to lie to him. “My ass is tender.”

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