Page 26 of At Her Will

His eyes glinted at the challenge she gave him, but he managed it, the uneven notes adding to the erotic pool immersing all her senses.

“‘Rise Up,’ Andra Day. Rev…you are an interesting man.”

“You a fascinating woman, Mistress.”

“I want you on top of me and inside me, Rev. No climax, no release. I want to feel you inside me.”

His nostrils flared. She loved seeing all the muscles tighten in his throat. “Sure you don’t torture people in that club you been talking about? Because you sure good at it.”

“A Mistress only tortures the sub who wants and needs that.” She flashed teeth at him. “Do you need to use anything? I’m on birth control, and I always use protection with my partners.”

His expression flickered. "It been over a year, and when I was with her, we used protection the whole time."

Over a year. It made his control even more impressive. “Rev.” The urgency in her voice increased.

He slid between her legs as she parted them for him. He paused to stare down at her. “Do you trust all men like this? This fast?”

She could claim that sex could be a casual thing that two adults could indulge on the first date if they wished. But she didn’t do casual sex, and this didn’t feel casual. She wouldn’t lie to him to protect herself.

“I only let a man get this close if I do trust him. And I find myself trusting you more than most.”

Emotions crowded into the small space, and then he slowly slid into her. She was still wet, but he showed tender respect for how sensitive post-climactic tissues could be as he workedhimself inside. Watching his face as he did it, him in the throes of unreleased pleasure, and her on the sated side of it, was always an incomparable experience, knowing her sub was fighting his natural need to thrust and climax, just to serve her desires.

When he was hilt deep, she felt full and stretched. His muscles were rigid under her hands. She let them glide down his back, to his ass. A marvelous, muscular ass. She traced and teased the seam as she locked her legs over it.

“Mother Mary,” he muttered, his eyes starting to close.

“No. Look at me, Rev. Look at what I’m demanding of you and show me your willingness to submit to those demands. To serve my will with every ounce of your own.”

His face was still and tight, eyes showing the fire they were channeling. She passed her fingers over his lips, and he nipped her, unable to stop the reaction. Her cunt squeezed down on their joining point. She wasn’t above consciously stroking a man’s cock with her inner muscles, but the experience he’d given her meant her body was doing it for her, caught up in those lovely tiny aftershocks.

Eventually, she would have him withdraw, watch him get dressed, working around that impressive erection. She would tell him not to give himself relief between now and the next time they saw one another. She wanted him on the edge of that desire, feeling it, letting it expand to the full scope of the power it could carry. She would keep testing what he wanted to give her as a submissive.

Not just because it connected to who the man was, the elements that formed the shape of that part of himself, but because it was the kind of Mistress she was, that wanted that kind of response.

But for now, she let her awareness go beyond the two of them to the chirp of birds, the wind through the marsh, the oystershell ornaments clinking in the juniper. Maybe she’d leave one herself, a memory of this. And because he’d told her there was no judgment here, she’d leave her own sentence in the book.

Would she be back later to see if it was still true, or just a wistful hope that departed with the passage of time, like the sun that always ultimately dropped behind the horizon?

I think I’ve found him. The one I want to keep.

CHAPTER FIVE

“Ihave what we need to get you started,” Vera told Ren Borgata. For the past half hour, she and the new senior account manager had been parked in her office, handling the forms required for every new hire.

Ren was attractive, as most people on the front lines of marketing were, and projected his experience in the field with an appealing confidence. He’d be supervising the project team that had been led by Grenadine. Last New Year’s Eve, Dina had announced her resolution, to save up and sail around the world with her husband. Since she’d left three weeks ago, she’d been posting regular pictures on her social media pages and sending love to her former coworkers.

Usually TRA promoted from within, but they didn’t have a team member seasoned enough to take over Dina’s accounts as lead, so an external hire had been recruited.

“Good deal,” Ren said, sitting back and putting his ankle on his knee. He wore a tropical weight suit that fit his body well. While the office’s daily dress code was casual professional, he was showing respect for the final steps of the hiring process. She appreciated that in a man. “Gotta say, I didn’t expect to get the job,” he added.

“Why is that?”

“Scuttlebutt in the industry was that you only hire women or…” he paused. “Well, women.”

“Women or beta males,” she said. “John Turner?”

His brows rose. “Dead center.”

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