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The deep and sexy rumble of his laugh made her cream more, and she let her body go limp.
5
Day Five
Warm lips pressing against the junction of her neck and shoulder roused Charlotte. For a moment she felt disoriented, and she swallowed against some strange emotional lump in her throat.
“Are you awake?” His hot breath puffed against the back of her shoulder. “For a moment you scared me, Kittycat.”
She blinked her eyes open and squinted against the light. Disoriented, not to mention disconcerted to discover the brightness didn’t come from the overhead light but from the sun streaming through the window, she said, “Wh”—she cleared the hoarseness from her aching throat before trying again—“what happened?”
“It seems that not only did you pass out from your last orgasm, but it was intense enough to carry you through the entire night.” His voice came within a whisker of sounding smug.
She lay still and took stock of her body. She was positioned on her side, the restraints gone. Master—yes, let’s face it, even without him ever specifically stating she was required to address him as such, that’s exactly who he was to her—spooned her from behind, cocooning her in safety and warmth. He’d tucked one of his arms under her head and the other lay splayed over her hip… her naked hip. Memories rushed back, making her face heat.
After he’d carried her to her bedroom, he’d placed her in the middle of the mattress and effortlessly tied her to the bed. Then he used toys and his fingers and mouth to let her come over and over again, until…
“I feel like I’ve been dragged behind a horse for miles,” she mumbled into his bicep, voice strangely hoarse. She scraped her throat again. Her mouth was dry, probably from all the panting and moaning. She might even have screamed.
Oh, my goodness. I did scream. Never before has a man…
She didn’t allow herself to finish the thought, knowing it would lead her nowhere.
Trailing the tip of his finger over her side, he whispered in her ear, “I like hearing the passion turning your voice husky. It’s sexy. I like hearing you, period. I like every whimper, moan, whine, and scream.”
His mouth was so close at her shoulder as he spoke, she could feel his lips curl upwards against her body.
“But I absolutely love it when your mind is so hazy with lust you simultaneously beg me to stop and not to stop.”
Can a girl get more mortified, than this?
She frowned as the chest against her back vibrated with male amusement.
The bastard is laughing at me.
“I don’t think I like you very much.”
“Oh, I think you do like me. Maybe you don’t like that you like me, but you do.”
The statement could have been arrogant, but the matter-of-fact tone of his voice and the composed delivery made it more an observation–a very accurate observation on top of it. She decided to ignore the words.
“Want to know what else I think?”
“I… I’m not sure.”
“I think I need to drive home my message one more time before I let you up to begin the day.”
“What?” She stiffened in his arms, and he flexed his hand on her hip in a silent warning.
“You need to know, down to your very core, that I’m going to take care of you. Your wants and needs are my priority. Even if you yourself don’t know what your desires are. Yet.”
Oh, my goodness.
She squeezed her eyes closed as if she could shut out his words. “Please.”
“Please do or please don’t?”
“I–I…”
