Page 34 of Sexpresso Night

Another sizzle of excitement. A surge of white-hot lust and longing.

“You like the burn, Danya. You told me that before.”

“Yes.”

Anticipation built, hard and hot. Her skin tingled. Her pussy grew wet. Her breasts ached.

“I love your ass,” he murmured, stroking a hand over it. She twitched. “Have I told you that?”

“Um…once or twice…I think.” It was difficult to form words, her mouth dry. She tightened, awaiting the touch that would bring the sensation she wanted. Needed.

He laughed softly. A gentle touch…a wet touch. His mouth. His tongue. Kissing. Licking. She moaned.

And then a flash of fire. She cried out.

His hand? No. The sting was too precise, too sharp.

Another stinging kiss.

Her ass caught fire and heat radiated over her body in an edgy, transporting rapture that sent her up, up, up. She gave herself over to it, let it consume her as he laid another fiery caress to her buttocks. And another. And another. A hazy glow surrounded her, lights sparking behind her blindfolded eyelids, as every last doubt fled from her mind and only trust remained.

With the pain came strength. The strength to submit. The strength to be helpless and vulnerable. The strength to take the pain and transform it into pleasure. The strength to take what he gave her.

Which was everything.

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“We’re going to have to talk.”

They nestled together in his bed, Danya’s body still tingling, her heart full and warm in her chest. “About what?”

“Limits. Stuff like that. We need to make sure we understand each other.”

“Yes. Okay.” She lifted her head and looked at him. “And maybe some time I can tie you up.”

His eyes flew open. He blinked. “You want to switch?”

“Maybe. Why not?”

He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it back down to his chest, but not before she saw the corners of his mouth twitch. “We’ll talk about it.”

After a short pause, he said, “Thank you, Danya.”

“For what?”

“For the gift of your submission. It is the most precious thing you could ever give me and I want you to know how grateful I am.”

“That doesn’t sound very dominating.” She pressed her smile to his chest.

He gave her ass a gentle swat. “You have a lot to learn, woman. We both get something out of this. When you submit to me, I feel honored. I feel loved. Trusted. How do you feel?”

She thought a moment. “I feel safe. Loved. Taken care of. But I feel strong too.” She sighed. “I know I have a lot to learn.”

“I’m still learning too. When you submit to me, I learn from you.”

“What could you be learning from me?”

“New levels of self-control. I have never been tested like I have with you. God. You make me almost lose it, time and time again. When I get past it and stay in control, I feel stronger. You make me feel so powerful. When I see your obedience, I see respect. When I see your submission, I see trust.” He paused, closed his eyes briefly, got ready to leap. “Respect and trust and love. I’m falling in love with you, Danya.”

“Oh.” Her breath quivered out of her. “I’m falling in love with you too, Carter.”

He kissed her forehead and she felt the reverence, the devotion.

“The fact that you get pleasure from my submission excites me,” she said. “And makes me feel…empowered.” She’d never felt that way with Evan. Or with anyone—until Carter. The very thing she’d been so resistant to, that terrified her, had in fact given her strength and set her free. “I guess that means you’ve given me a gift too.” Her throat tightened and her eyes stung.

“Love,” he said softly, touching her cheek. “We give each other love.”

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