Page 33 of What About Love

She didn’t know how to move—forward into his searching hand or back to take more of his divine flogger. She cried out as a single fingertip circled her clit. It didn’t linger; instead, it sank into her channel. Another soon joined it and they pumped in and out of her slickness.

The thump of the lash on her ass drove her hips forward, sending them deeper. His thumb found her clit, working in tandem with his magical fingers, pushing her rapidly toward a climax.

Once again, she cried out.

“Let go, beautiful,” he ordered.

She didn’t need a second invitation and came apart, her body shaking in her restraints, against the cross and in the circle of his arm. She seemed to fly, soaring high as he predicted, in one of the most intensely pleasurable orgasms she’d ever experienced.

Distinctly aware of his fingers, gently stroking her pussy, occasionally skimming over her hypersensitive clit as she came down, she barely registered the flogger had stopped. A moment later, she lost his hand between her legs.

But he didn’t leave her. He leaned against her, his body pinning her to the cross as he reached above her head and released the cuffs. Once free, her hands fell to her sides, hanging limply. Like her arms, her legs felt rubbery.

“I don’t think I can walk,” she stated weakly.

“You don’t have to. I’ve got you covered.”

Something soft brushed her body right before muscular arms lifted her.

“Sir?”

“Shh, darlin’, I’m taking care of you.”

Believing wholeheartedly that he would, she snuggled into his embrace and let him carry her where he would.

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COMING SLOWLY OUT OFher doze, she didn’t open her eyes right away, taking in the surrounding sounds instead. Muted conversations in the foreground mixed with thethwacksandthudsof lashes and paddles, and the subsequent moans and cries of passion and, yes, groans of erotic pain.

Music played in the background, which she recognized as the ethereal sounds of Delirium’s Euphoria. Most prominent was the steady thump of a heartbeat beneath her ear. The steady pulse belonged to T, as did the low familiar voice that rumbled inside the hard chest where she rested her cheek.

“Are you coming back to me, beautiful?”

Her lids opened. Through a haze of lassitude, she gazed up at him. The slight smile playing around his lips was as tender as the hand that softly slid down her cheek.

“I think so, sir.” She blinked, trying to focus. “That was amazing.”

A flood of heat to her cheeks followed her spontaneous remark as memories of what he’d done to her, of what she’d asked him to do came, back in a rush.

“None of that now.” His deep voice sounded much like a growl as his hand caught her chin and his eyes blazed down at her. “You found pleasure. It was fucking beautiful. Enough said.”

He shifted her in his lap until she sat more upright and handed her an open bottle of water.

“Drink all of that,” he ordered.

Dutifully, she put the rim to her lips and took a long pull, not even realizing how thirsty she was. While she sipped on it, she enjoyed being nestled securely in his lap while surveying the large room. She didn’t get far as her gaze collided with Megan’s, who was frowning at her from the other end of the couch. Looking far less relaxed, she, too, sat on her dom’s lap, his arm snaked casually around her waist while he spoke to a man standing beside the couch.

Angie squirmed beneath her cousin’s obvious disapproval.

“Cap?” T waited until Tony’s head swung around. “Kindly do something about your submissive. She’s glaring at mine and spoiling our aftercare.”

Megan’s mouth flew open, her head snapping up in surprise. Her scowl transferred to him over his betrayal.

“Now she’s glaring at me. You know, since I’ve been back, there’s been a lot of that going on.”

“Indeed,” Cap murmured. To Megan, he ordered, “Eyes on me, angel.”

Her attention immediately refocused.

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