Page 72 of Out of the Dark

"That can be arranged." His voice is low and husky. He clearly likes that idea just as much as I do.

Then, a question occurs to me that I had forgotten to ask him the last time we were at the club. "I was wondering," I start, " when we were at the club, I saw some of the submissives kneeling for their Doms. Is that something you like?" While he’s explained a lot of details to me, I’m still not entirely sure what the difference is between some of these dynamics.

"I don't require it like some Doms do," he answers, tracing circles on the bare skin of my arm. "But I certainly don't mind it. It can be a very intimate gesture of submission."

His words send a thrill through me that goes straight to my core. I don’t know why the idea of kneeling for him seems so enticing, but ever since I saw it happen at the club, it keeps popping into my mind.

"Is that something you’re interested in?" He asks after it’s clear I don’t have anything else to say.

"Maybe… I like the idea, at least."

Mark's lips quirk up at the edges. "Then kneel for me,Claire." My stomach swoops at his commanding tone.

I take a deep breath before I set my wine glass down on the coffee table then slide off the couch and lower myself to my knees in front of him. I’m not sure why my heart is beating so fast, but when I look up at him and see the approval in his eyes, everything else melts away.

Looking at it from the outside, I had wondered if kneeling for someone would feel demeaning or embarrassing, but now I see it from an entirely different perspective. In this moment, it’s a display of trust, of my willingness to give myself to him in so many ways.

Mark leans over and reaches toward my face, brushing his fingers over my cheek, then my lips. My breath catches in my throat as that one simple touch brings my entire body to life.

"You look beautiful like this."

I smile and drop my gaze. "Thank you."

"Eyes on me," he says, lifting my chin up with his finger. He takes my wine glass from the table, his eyes never leaving mine as he lifts it to my lips in a silent encouragement to drink. I tilt my head back slightly, and the wine spills past my lips. I swallow the rich liquid before Mark tips the glass against my lips again, allowing me to take another sip. His eyes are on mine the entire time, and I don’t dare look away. We’re suspended in time, existing in another world for this brief moment. It’s a soft moment, intimate and incredibly erotic.

A droplet of wine lingers on my lower lip, threatening to fall. Mark leans forward and swipes his tongue across my slightly parted lips, capturing the droplet before it can escape.

After pulling back only an inch or two, he leans in to kiss me again with the taste of the wine lingering between us. He deepens the kiss, gripping my waist and becoming more possessive and demanding by the second, and I melt into himas my body responds to his touch.

His hands move from my waist over my body, tracing my back and shoulder blades before curving around to the front and caressing the curve of my breasts. Right now, I hate the fabric separating my skin from his touch, and he seems to think the same thing as he reaches down and lifts the hem of my shirt. I raise my arms above my head so he can pull it off, and he unhooks my bra afterward, leaving me bare and exposed before him. I’m still in a pair of jean shorts, though I doubt that will last long.

Mark’s eyes are hooded with desire as he takes in my kneeling form. "You're so beautiful, Claire," he praises. "I want to worship every inch of you."

He stands up, offering me his hand, and I take it, allowing him to pull me to my feet and lead me into his bedroom. As soon as we’re inside, Mark turns to me and pushes me up against the wall, kissing me again like he needs me more than air. I kiss him back just as hard, desperate for more of him. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this man.

When he finally breaks the kiss, he trails his lips down my neck while unbuttoning my shorts then sliding them down my legs along with my underwear. His fingers brush against my skin as he pulls the last pieces of my clothing off, and I brace myself on his shoulders to step out of the fabric.

To my surprise, he doesn’t stand back up or take me to the bed. He stays on his knees before me, looks up at me with a devilish smile, then says, "I need to taste that sweet pussy. Hold on tight, baby." In an instant, he’s hooking an arm under my leg and lifting it over his shoulder, causing me to grab his shoulder with one hand and the door frame with the other to steady myself.

I gasp when his mouth makes contact. He doesn’t startslowly this time; he dives right in, licking and sucking me like a starving man. My body reacts, my legs wanting to close of their own accord, but I’m spread wide open for him and am unable to move with my leg draped over his shoulder.

Instead, I grind my hips against him.

He pulls his mouth away for only a second to say, "That's it, baby. Show me what feels good. Take what you need from me."

My fingers thread through his hair as the tension inside me builds when he goes back to eating my pussy like his life depends on it, and I drop my head back against the wall and close my eyes.

His words spur me on, pushing me closer to the edge. He slides a finger inside me while his tongue still flicks at my clit. The pressure inside me grows heavier, the need for release consuming me.

I come moments later, crying out as he draws out every bit of pleasure. My leg shakes as I struggle to stay upright, and I grip Mark’s shoulders tightly as I come against his lips.

By the time I’m breathless and shaking, he stands, holding me so I remain upright after the orgasm that just rocked through me.

But I know he isn't done with me yet. He leads me to the bed, and I lie back as he removes his clothing and grabs a condom from the bedside table. It only takes a few seconds for him to roll it on and climb on top of me, positioning himself at my entrance.

He slides into me slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely. It feels as incredible as ever, but there’s an added layer to our intimacy tonight. It feels more sensual, more significant, like we’re on the precipice of something massive. There is no hesitation between us, and the way he’s looking atme makes it feel like my heart is cracking open.

I’m his, and he’s mine.

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