Page 55 of For the Sub

My Dominant.

How long had it been since she’d thought in those terms?

Emotion caught in her throat.

This—what she was experiencing right this moment—was what she dreamed of, yearned for.

But it was temporary, a moment in time and space.

And that thought brought tears to her eyes.

She yearned for someone in her life who cared enough to read her thoroughly, to recognize her needs more completely than she understood them herself…

“Good girl. My sweet little submissive.”

His voice penetrated her foggy thoughts, making her realize he’d been talking to her for some time.

Somewhere along the way, he’d stopped touching her, and she hadn’t been aware of it.

By slow measures she noticed her surroundings, her throbbing pussy, and the sensation of peace that cloaked her.

Transcending her needs in order to satisfy her Dom’s command gave her a sense of satisfied bliss. Completion. Union.

This sensation didn’t happen to her often, and she lived for the moments it did. “Thank you,” she whispered a final time as she opened her eyes.

“Without a doubt, you are the most exquisite sub I’ve ever been with.”

She tucked his words of appreciation deep inside her heart where she could take them out and savor them again and again in the future.

He crouched behind her.

From her upside-down position, her hair draped on the floor, she looked at him. In his face, she read approval, and power in the set of his jaw.

“Open your mouth.”

When she did, he slipped two fingers inside.

“Clean them.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dutifully, she sucked and licked.

The tangy taste of her arousal on his skin deepened their sense of connection. Master Niles was utterly sexy.

At the Den, his actions had been about her pleasure as much as—if not more than—his own.

Tonight he seemed to have the same intention.

Many Doms she played with would have had her on her knees already, pumping their dicks into her mouth as if racing to an invisible finish line. But he seemed to want to savor every moment.

“Well done.” Nodding, he extracted his fingers then grabbed her around the hips to steady her. “I’ll help you up.”

“I could use the assistance, Sir. Thank you. I’m not sure I can stand under my own power.”

“That pleases me.”

Shocking her, he swept her from her feet and deposited her on the bed.

“Tights,” he said, “the most underrated form of bondage. Maybe I’ll take you out in public with the waistband around your thighs.”

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