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Bryanna nods and continues to whisk the eggs and milk she’s combined in the glass bowl while her eyes intermittently catch mine, but she doesn’t say a word.

It’s clear after a couple moments she’s not going to tell me without prompting. “I need to know the friends you and your boyfriend had in common. Who did you hang out with together, or perhaps separately who may have known each other?”

She nods and then shrugs. “I’ve been thinking about it since you asked the first time. Chad was seriously the only one that knew, Damian. I’ve been ashamed of the fact that I’m a twenty-two-year-old virgin for a long time. It’s not exactly something I told my friends or family. He had a special night planned for us and, well, I already told you the rest. I had to be honest with him, and he seemed to take it as well as can be expected. He wouldn’t have told his friends. He’s not like that, and it wasn’t his fault; it was mine. It’s me. I’m not like other women.”

My jaw tightens at her response. “Not like other women how?”

She swirls the pan and places a perfectly set omelet onto the plate before she looks up at me, capturing me with that vivid gaze of hers. “I’ve always been searching for something I’ve never found, but always read about. A man who, well, takescharge, you know, in every way,” Bryanna says softly, almost a whisper, and my cock turns hard as stone.

I watch as she finishes cooking and then plates the second omelet and brings my plate and a glass of orange juice with it to the table. I’ve known she was submissive since the first time she looked up at me with those large, green, hazy bedroom eyes, but hearing her tell me herself does something to me like nothing ever has before.

Chapter 22

Bryanna

I set his plate down in front of him and glance at his face. I’ve always been embarrassed about my sexual fantasies, but he asked—no, he demanded that I answer all his questions. I can’t change the way I am, and that’s that.

I turn, intending to head from the dining room into the kitchen to bring my plate and drink to the table and finish the interrogation, but his hands snake around my waist, and he pulls me right onto his lap.

“You don’t get to walk away from me like you think I’ll not accept what you’ve said. I like a woman who knows what she wants and doesn’t want, Bryanna. We’re actually very similar creatures, and just desire different roles in the power exchange. You see, I very much like being in control, being the one in charge, and taking care of my submissive. Do you know what a perfect submissive you are, Doll?” Damian asks, stroking my cheek.

My mouth opens in surprise, but absolutely nothing comes out. I’m very aware of the hardness beneath me, and I couldn’t say a word even if I knew what to say.

“Bryanna, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer,” Damian says, gently pushing a lock of hair from my face.

I take a deep breath as the words that have been rattling around in my mind finally form. “You think I’m a submissive? A real submissive?”

“Bryanna, you are the most perfect of submissives. That’s what drew me to you, that’s what caused the magnetic pull that we’ve felt between us, and that’s why I’m going to give you a safe word and then kiss you again, unless you use it. Your safe word is ‘red,’” Damian says, before he grasps my neck and pulls me so close that I can smell the masculine scent that sends desire straight to my center.

He runs his tongue along my seam, teasing and tormenting until my lips part, and he delves inside, exploring with his own. I have no words, need no words. His kisses are the best I’ve ever had, but deep inside I know it’s because he sees me for who I am. He understands my desires, and my center clenches with a need so great I might explode before he’s finished kissing me.

“Tell me you like this, Bryanna,” Damian says, running his tongue along the seam of my lip and stroking my cheek with his finger.

“I love it,” I say on a breath as his fingers crawl along the sensitive flesh of my collarbone, making their way to my erect nipples as he caresses and suckles on the underside of my earlobe.

He teases the delicate flesh, alternating little kisses with his warm breath. I hear the little pants and they’re coming from me. I’ve never felt anything so incredibly good. “Please, please, don’t stop,” I whisper so softly that I’m not even sure I’ve said it aloud until he responds.

“You beg so sweetly, Doll. I’m going to make you come all over my fingers,” Damian says, turning me on his lap as his hand makes its way along my waist, undoing the button on the skintight jeans he’s purchased for me.

His fingers slide beneath the waistband, leaving a tingling sensation where he touches my skin, and a hot streak of desire as he slowly caresses and finds his way underneath the lace of the panties and in between my folds.

The minute he touches my clit, I hear myself moan softly. He adjusts me on his lap. “Spread your legs for me, Bryanna.”

I do exactly as he’s asked, and his fingers slip through my folds, lingering in my center while he kisses my neck.

“So deliciously wet for me, Doll,” Damian says, painting the moisture upward as his fingers caress and explore, focusing on the bundle of nerves practically thrumming with pent-up need for this man. His lips devour the sensitive skin of my neck while his strong arms hold me against him, not allowing me to squirm as he strokes the tender flesh, pressing me against him as he plays, and wave after delicious wave overtakes me. He holds me trembling against him as he continues caressing me until the very last little waves have dissipated, and I’m muscle weary and completely sated.

Damian situates me so he can cradle me in his arms as his tongue caresses the seam of my mouth and then trails down the length of my neck to my collarbone. “So very beautiful and so very responsive. I think you have something that belongs to me, though,” Damian says, letting his finger trail through my folds to my center. “You’re so creamy, Doll, and that’s all mine, isn’t it?” he asks, holding my gaze intently as his fingers collect what he’s sought. He brings it to his mouth, licking very slowly while I watch, causing my center to clench with renewed desire.

“Absolutely delicious. Have you ever tasted yourself, Bryanna?” Damian asks, and I’m sure my cheeks turn three different shades of red.

I shake my head, and his lips turn up in a seductive smile. “You’ll have to learn to use your words, Doll. Say ‘I’ve nevertasted myself before,’” Damian instructs, causing me to blush so hard my cheeks turn hot, and my pussy clenches.

“I’ve never tasted myself, ever.” I force myself not to hide but to keep looking into those eyes that are watching me intently and expecting a reply.

“So responsive, so delightfully responsive,” Damian says before kissing me again, parting my lips, finding my tongue and dancing with it so that I can taste myself for the very first time.

When he finishes our kiss, I let my head lean against his chest and close my eyes. This is extreme romance, the level of intimacy that I’ve always dreamed about but have never experienced until now. Damian sees me, understands me, and makes me desire more, far more than any of the websites or books have ever done.

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