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I didn’t need to be directed to know what he craved, my lips wrapped around his thick cock. Yet I rubbed my cheek against his leg, marveling in the scent of his manhood, the exotic smell of his aftershave. I could become lost in almost every aspect of the man, enjoying the sensations, drunk off his fragrance.

He closed his eyes, massaging my scalp as he opened his legs. Then he pressed my face against the thin linen stretched across his cock, allowing me to feel his throbbing need entirely differently. After taking several deep breaths, he tangled his fingers in my hair, tugging my head until I was forced to gaze into his eyes.

“Suck me, my little kitten. Suck me.”

I rolled my fingers along the inside of his thighs, taking a deep and very exaggerated breath. Then I felt more comfortable issuing words I knew he wanted to hear.

“Yes, Master.”

CHAPTER 17

Grant

There was something extremely serene about the way my little kitten was looking at me. Almost as if she was seeing me for the first time. Or maybe because her defenses were starting to fall, if only a little while.

However, an edge remained just under the surface, fighting the kind of desires that I knew she’d carved for a long time.

When Kerri rolled her palms up the insides of my thighs, I took a deep breath, remembering the way Lachlan had patted me on the back after I’d mentioned longing to train her. For all the mastery we’d acquired over the years in my business skills, all the experimentation that we’d indulged in, including several extremely dark proclivities, it was entirely different when you met someone you cared about. The experience then became more of a lifestyle instead of a moment in time.

Maybe I was getting old enough to finally accept I was tired of being alone, being the playboy that had garnered me a reputation I’d once enjoyed. As I brushed my fingers through her hair, finally ripping the ponytail holder from her long curls, I was forced to rein in my more disturbing needs.

I’d promised her I’d be nurturing in my training, yet all I could think about was strapping her to the cross or hanging her from the rafters by the thick steel bar, waiting for the first snap of my wrist, thin leather straps crisscrossing her body with marks.

A close second was longing to have her nipples and clit pierced, or maybe a tattoo of my name on her rounded bottom. That made me a sicker man than I believed I’d been before.

Or perhaps I knew she was the only one who could drive away the demons from the past.

I glanced away briefly, trying not to allow my anger toward whatever her stepfather had done to her to interfere with the rest of the evening. The fact she was still hiding something from me meant she wasn’t ready to trust me, at least not completely.

She brushed her fingers across my aching cock and my balls tightened just like my hold did on her hair. I found it impossible to breathe normally, the anger almost all consuming. I’d never wanted to protect anyone like I did the woman on her knees between my legs. When she unfastened my belt, I almost stopped her, preferring to hold her in my arms and nothing else.

But the beast inside of me wanted more, including the feel of her hot mouth wrapped around my cockhead. She was a naughty tease, the rebellious side of her adding to her allure. As she dragged her tongue across her lips, every muscle in my body tensed. Then she tugged on my belt buckle until she was able to free it, slowly pulling on the zipper.

Everything she did was sensual, but tonight she was attempting to resume control. I allowed her to feel that way if only for a few minutes. When she peeled the material past my hips, a sweet sound of relief erupted from her throat. Jerking the rest of the material down my legs, she tenderly removed my shoes, lifting my legs to free me from the confines of my trousers.

My cock was already at full attention, now throbbing painfully. She wasn’t in any hurry, brushing her fingers lightly along my thighs, blowing across the tip of my cock. My needs were coming to a crushing point, my patience fading. She was far too enticing to ignore.

I allowed her to play, sliding her hand between my legs then rolling my balls between her fingers. Within seconds, they began to swell. She licked her lips a second time in appreciation before darting her tongue across my sensitive slit. Then she swirled the tip around my cockhead as she squeezed my testicles.

“Fuck,” I moaned and fisted a handful of her hair, jutting my hips forward.

Kerri issued soft purrs then licked down the underside of my shaft, swirling her tongue around one ball then the other. When she took one into her hot little mouth, my legs began to buckle. She added pressure using her strong jaw muscles as she squeezed the other with her fingers. Then she wrapped her other hand around the base of my shaft, twisting until she created a tantalizing yet uncomfortable moment of friction.

“Fuck,” I hissed, throwing my head back and trying to keep my breathing as even as possible. Her slight chuckle pushed the beast from his lair. Goddamn, I wanted to chain her to the bed. Perhaps I would, tormenting her with the bulbous end of the vibrator. I grinned at the thought, trying to keep my wits about me as she continued to tease.

After she gave equal attention to my other testicle, she rolled her tongue along the side of my cock, tickling the thick veins. I watched her every move, my chest heaving as my breathing became labored. She certainly knew how to please a man and I planned on indulging in her skills as often as possible.

I was such an evil man, which was something I enjoyed.

When she blew across my cockhead, I was finished playing games. “Suck me, Kerri. Put my cock into your mouth.”

She pouted then did as she was told, but not before giving me another one of her defiant looks. That made me grin more than I had in a long time. She would certainly be the kind of woman to keep me on my toes.

As if trying to deny my command, she darted her tongue around my thick head then opened her mouth wide, staring up at me. Her eyes were sparkling. She knew what she was doing to me.

I gave her a commanding look and she finally wrapped her lips around my cockhead. She lifted her body, resting on her knees as she hungrily took me down an inch at a time.

I stroked her hair, trying to control my breathing. “Such a good girl.” When she’d taken almost half my shaft into her mouth, I jutted my hips forward, filling her throat with my thick girth.

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