Page 54 of His Christmas Wife

“May I?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Say it aloud.”

“Yes, Sir.” Then she added the next word in a whisper. “Please.”

As he released her chin, her gaze settled on his hands. The world narrowed to this moment, and she was transfixed on his movements as he held her, cupping her full breasts in his palms. The fit was perfect, as if meant to be.

“I’d like to explore exactly how sensitive your nipples are.”

At his soft words, goose bumps chased up her arms.

“Do you like to have them sucked? Teased?”

The suggestion arced desire through her. Right now, she wondered if she’d die if he moved on without satisfying her. “The first moment is the most overwhelming.”

“But then you can tolerate a little more once you get desensitized?”

This determined billionaire totally devastated her senses. “It’s possible.”

“Do you trust me enough to explore this together?”

Odd.On Friday, at work, she would not have believed this moment, his question, was even possible. “I…” In his beautiful blue eyes, she was lost. “Yes.”

“You have your safe word and your slow word. Promise me you won’t be afraid to use them. Right now, this is about me learning what makes you happy. It’s not about what I want, though I assure you that every time I touch you, I feel pleasure.”

Unable to help herself, she let her gaze wander below his waist. His erection strained against his dress slacks, and a surge of feminine power shot through her, making her pulse race with the knowledge that she held such control over the formidable Dominant.

As the sunlight poured through the window, casting a warm glow over the room, he gently brushed his thumbs across her sensitive tips. Her breath hitched, and she curled her hands around his wrists, her fingers digging into his skin.

“Too much?” He paused, looking into her eyes with a hint of concern. “If it’s too much, use your safe word.”

“I just…” she began, then blew out a shaky breath. “No. I’m green, Sir.”

“Good. In that case, back into position.”

Slowly she obeyed.

Now that he’d gathered her consent, he continued, squeezing harder and lowering his head. His tongue laved one with a gentle insistence, and then he sucked it into his mouth. The sensation sent a pulse of pleasure through her, drawing her deeper into the whirlpool of desire he was creating.

She was gone, unable to comprehend anything but desire and response.

Long, long moments later, she became aware of the sound of his voice inviting her back to reality, some place she wasn’t sure she wanted to be.

“Kaylee?”

Blinking, she returned to him. “Sir?”

“I was saying your legs look very sexy in those heels,” he murmured, pulling back, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. “Walk over to the spanking bench, my tempting submissive.”

Kaylee looked over at the piece of furniture. The top was flat, and there were two planks on each side where her knees would fit. “I’ve never actually used one before.” And she wasn’t sure exactly how to climb onto it.

“Then your movements may be awkward at first. But I promise, I’ll enjoy that tremendously.”

Beast.

In the end, he offered his assistance, helping her up. Then she lay face down, breasts flattened on the vinyl surface, her arms dangling at her sides. He adjusted the railings so that her knees were comfortable.

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