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Her husky, breathy, and purely sensual response sent a jolt of need to his already rigid cock. Yet, he wanted to make his offer clear. “Say, ‘yes, please, I want more, sir,’ and we have a verbal contract for the night.”

“If I say no?” she asked, with a hitch in her trembling voice.

“If that is truly what you want, pet, give me your safeword, and this stops right now. But I don’t think you drove two hours in a storm to get here tonight only to spend it alone.” When she hesitated, he urged, “Be brave and grab hold of what you want, Olivia, with both hands.”

Something flashed in the beautiful blue orbs gazing up at him, and there was no hitch or trembling when she replied, “Yes, please. I want much more, sir. Please accept my submission.”

Forgetting her momentary uncertainty, his lips curved up in a slow smile. “It will be my absolute pleasure to claim it, and you, pet.”

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AFTER WONDERING FORwhat seemed like forever what his lips would feel like, reality far exceeded her dreams. The heat of Joseph’s mouth covering hers was incredible, adding a scorching intensity to the kiss. His tongue swirled and stroked, robbing her of breath. As he trailed his lips down her throat, he tugged down the scooped neckline of her dress and grazed along the upper curves of her breasts. She arched her back, offering him more, wanting with a desperate need his mouth on the hard, aching peaks.

Her fingers, itching to at last learn its texture, sank into the thickness of his hair. He gave her that, but only for a moment before his hands caught her wrists and moved them above her head.

“Can you leave these here for me, pet? Or do I need to help you be good by restraining you?”

She whimpered in her throat, the choice impossible to make. She wanted to touch him, to run her hands not only through his hair but over his skin, to feel the rippling muscles that his dress shirts had hinted at, and the hardness of his thighs and ass that his suit pants couldn’t entirely conceal. But she yearned to be bound by him, too. How many times had she imagined being under his command, obeying his dictates, and pleasing him in whatever explicitly naughty way he demanded?

He must have sensed her indecision because he wrapped the conveniently provided cuffs at the center of the headboard around her wrists, choosing for her. Once he had her secure, he dragged his hands down her arms slowly, his touch creating goose bumps as a shiver encompassed her body.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Olivia, but like this, bound, submissive, and under my control, you take my breath away,” he murmured, before capturing her lips.

“Joseph... sir,” she groaned, jerking at her wrists, instinctively testing the limits of the straps connecting her cuffs to the embedded eyebolts in the wood. There was some play in them, but she wasn’t going anywhere, not until he decided it would happen.

Groaning, he moved from her mouth, his lips leaving a scorching trail of wetness as they traversed her jaw, down the side of her neck to her chest. The husky, sexy sounds coming from his throat made it clear his need was just as strong as her own.

Then his lips were gone, and he rose above her. With urgent hurried movements, he jerked off his tie and practically tore off his shirt. Standing beside the bed briefly, he stripped the rest of his clothes and Livia’s hungry gaze consumed every inch of him he exposed.

The tweed and linen of his wardrobe had done a fine job concealing the whipcord lean muscle making up his long frame. And his easy strength, which he proved by flipping her onto her belly, before she got a good look at what she had fantasized about for three long years. She felt her zipper give beneath his fingers as he tugged it down. When the material parted, he treated her to a long lick from his searing tongue up her spine.

She expected him to pull the silk from her shoulders and peel it down her hips and legs. Instead, he raised the hem until it rested high on her waist. The next instant, he lowered her panties until they came to rest at the top of her thighs. Pulling her up on her knees, he palmed her full cheeks and squeezed.

“Exquisite,” he murmured, the single word a rush of hot breath over the dampness of her intimate flesh. It was nothing compared to the sear of his tongue when his thumbs spread her open and he licked the length of her pussy.

He didn’t lift his mouth and vibrations rippled through her when he hummed, “Mmm, as fucking sweet as I knew you would be.”

Olivia’s cries rent the air, growing louder when his tongue focused on her clit, circling and flicking and sucking. He stayed there for several minutes, sending her to the brink of orgasm, but just as she was about to soar over the edge, he moved higher and plunged into her drenched channel.

Her fingers curled around the restraining straps that prevented her from touching him. If she were free, she would have pulled his face closer, with his mouth centered on her clit, and held it there until delivered on the climax his lips and talented tongue had promised. But she could only hang on, moaning in frustration as he moved farther away, continuing inexorably upward, to her small rear opening, and gave it a wet glide with his tongue.

She groaned because that felt as wonderful as it did naughty.

The bed shifted as Joseph sat back, and he resumed the slow, deep massage of her bottom.

“You have an ass made for spanking, with your satiny-smooth skin and creamy complexion. I can imagine how lovely it would look with a blush of pink. The same as the ribbon you wear. You have some experience as a submissive. Can I presume you have been spanked before?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered between panting breaths.

“With more than a hand?” he asked as he kneaded her flesh slowly.

She moaned, her head bobbing up and down in answer.

“Perhaps with a paddle, a flogger, and a cane?”

“Yes, to all except the last, sir.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, diving back in for another long lick from clit to ass, the vibrations which she now suspected he did on purpose, making her back arch as she canted her hips and parted her thighs seeking more. “The cane is an underutilized and unappreciated implement, to be sure. I’d like to see this ass colored with a few stripes.”

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