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Cade glared at his old friend. “I don’t care what you see. I’m damaged goods, something she doesn’t need. Besides, it’s probably just a student crush on the teacher, especially since she’s a neophyte.”

“This is no crush, Cade.” Reulas took a swallow of his coffee, staring at the man across from him. “I could tell right away how you felt when you gave me a report on the session so don’t try bullshitting me. Both of you are very important to me. I’ve been in this business long enough to see when people meet that one person who can complete them, and I see it here.” 

“Fuck, Reulas,” Cade growled. “You sound like a goddamn romance novel.”

Reulas laughed. “Maybe. But I’m telling you the truth, even if you don’t want to hear it. Do both of you a favor and see where this takes you. The journey can be as rewarding as the destination.”

Cade sipped his coffee. He hated to admit his friend was right, on more than one count. Fee Wilder had definitely gotten to him, in a very short time and in a way no other woman had. Ever. His dreams every night had been filled with images of her luscious body, her unrestrained responses. Shockingly, his heart had responded to her as much as his body, although he’d sported a perpetual hard-on since that night. He’d give anything to see where things went with the two of them. But history made him leery of stepping into another relationship of any kind. And set up another training session for her? That would be just asking for trouble. When he walked away—and he knew he would because he was too damaged to do anything else—the pain would be too sharp for both of them.

“Forget it. I’m sorry you took the trip out here for nothing. It was just a waste of your time.”

Reulas studied him for a long time. “Listen to me, Cade. You’re my oldest friend. I know you probably even better than you know yourself. Let me tell her your history so she won’t be walking into something blindly. But give it a try. You’ll regret it forever if you don’t.”

 Cade stared into his coffee mug, trying to give Reulas some reasonable objections. But all he could see was Fiona Wilder’s face, eyes softened from subspace, body flushed with desire, cheeks damp from tears of pleasure. She’d been the only thing on his mind since he’d left her at her door. Had she pleasured herself the way he’d told her to? He wanted to call her and ask her to tell him about it in intimate detail.

Oh, who was he kidding? He wanted her in his house, in his bed, in every room. Naked, on her knees, bent over his lap, a million different ways. Could he take the chance? Would it blow up in his face?

Finally he drained the last of his coffee and pushed the mug aside. “Let me think about it, okay? I’m not saying no, just that I want some time.”

“Fine. I’ll give you until the end of the week. But if I don’t hear from you by then I’m bringing her to your front door and leaving her there. You won’t turn her away. I know it.”

Cade sighed. He knew his friend would do just that. Somehow he’d have to figure out a way out of this situation. “Okay. The end of the week.”

But even as he said the words, a knot formed in his stomach. Was it possible this could work? That Fiona Wilder could bring him back from emotional death? Was he even ready for it? He’d spent so much time after the disaster questioning himself both as a teacher and a Dom. If he was making a mistake here it would end up badly for both of them. He guessed he’d just have to trust his friend to know what was right.

* * * *

Fee turned off the ignition and sat in her car, not yet making a move to get out. Since her long talk with Reulas she’d been by turns excited and nervous, sometimes even fearful. From the moment her eyes had connected with Cade’s she’d known there could be something between them, something more than trainer and student.  The brief session she’d spent with him just reinforced it.

She’d thought long and hard about coming here today to Cade Sullivan’s ranch. But the story Reulas had told her plus his long history with the man had made her take the chance. It might not work out, but she’d never know if she didn’t try. The truth was, she’d met a lot of men she’d wanted to have a deep connection with but something had always been missing.

It wasn’t just admitting she’d discovered her inner sub. Reulas could have paired her with any Dom he trusted and the night would have been great, but without the incredible chemistry she felt with Cade. No, it was the man himself, combined with her new knowledge of herself. She’d felt it the moment she walked into that private room and saw him standing there.

Now she was about to take another very huge step and those familiar butterflies in her stomach began beating their wings double time. She drew in a long steadying breath, let it out slowly, and got out of the car. She had brought a small overnight case per Reulas’s “Just in case” but she left it for the moment. First she had to make sure the man would even let her in the door.

She took a moment to check herself over, brushing imaginary specks from the hip-hugger shorts and tank top she wore, smoothing her hand over her hair. Then, gathering her courage, she mounted the three steps to the front porch and rang the doorbell. When Cade opened the door, for a long moment she could only stand there, staring. He was just as erotically handsome as she remembered. The tee shirt and jeans did little to disguise the exquisite masculine body she remembered and the coffee-dark eyes were just as penetrating.

But more important, the electric sizzle between them still snapped in the air. And by his expression, she knew he felt it, too.

He studied her for a long moment before standing aside and motioning her inside.

“Reulas assured me you’d be expecting me,” she said nervously. Then she gave a tiny smile. “Master.”

His lips twitched as he did his best to suppress a grin. “Ah, yes. Reulas. Should we call him the master, also? Master manipulator?”

Fee clutched the strap of her purse. “If this is a bad idea—”

He held up a hand to cut her off. “We won’t know that until we give it a try, will we. Come in.”

She followed him through the house, down a short hallway, and into what was obviously the master bedroom. The focal point of the room was an oversized bed, flanked by polished oak nightstands.

“You brought an overnight case with you?” he asked.

She nodded.

“We’ll bring it in later.”

“Just like that?” she asked. “I mean—”

God. Could she sound any more like an idiot?

He walked over to stand in front of her, hands on her shoulders. The touch of his fingers burned into her skin.

 “We spent one hour together, Fee. I shock myself by admitting you affected me as no other woman has for a very long time. I know Reulas told you my story. Maybe he’s right, that I’m finally ready to move on, and that you’re the one I’m meant to move on with. In that one short hour together I felt more alive than I have for a long time. Our friend tells me you have similar feelings. He’s persuaded me to see if this works.” He smiled. “I want that, if you do.”

“Yes.” Her heart was beating so hard she was sure he could hear it. “I want that, too.”

“Then we shouldn’t waste any time. Let’s find out if Reulas is right.” He took a step back. “From this moment on you are completely my sub. You will do whatever I tell you, if something makes you uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll negotiate. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I can’t create the kind of situation I’d really like because I have hands that work for me who come to the house off and on. That prohibits me from ordering you to leave off all your clothes except when we go out.” He locked his gaze with hers. “That works well since I’m not as addicted to every aspect of D/s as some Masters are. I like a certain amount of independence and certainly intelligence in my sub. But in this room I am in charge. Understood?”

She nodded again.

“Excellent. You brought the cards?”

“Yes. I did. “She set her purse down on the dresser and removed the cards they hadn’t used the last time, fanning them out on the hard surface.

“Dealer’s Choice, just like the last time,” he told her.

With a hand that shook only slightly, she pulled out two cards. One showed a woman on her knees, handcuffed, a man’s cock in her mouth, a butt plug inserted in her ass. The other showed a woman on her hands and knees, blindfolded and gagged, a man behind her with his cock in her. Beside them, as if tossed after their use, lay a coiled long tail whip and a paddle.

Cade narrowed his eyes. “You’re sure?”

She dipped her head once in acknowledgment.

“All right, but there’s one thing I want to do first. I haven’t wanted this with a woman in a long time. It’s too personal. But I’m ready to chance it with you.”

He cupped her cheeks in his work-roughened hands, tilted her face up to his and took her mouth in a kiss so rough and hungry and demanding it made her knees buckle. His tongue was a hot invader in her mouth, possessive, taking, sweeping across every surface. Every nerve in her body fired, her cream soaked her thong, and every pulse point in her body pounded with need.

When he finally lifted his mouth from hers she had to cling to his wrists to steady herself.  But it was the look in his eyes that undid her. It was so ravenous and possessive that her breath caught in her throat.

“I think it’s time for something else to be in that sweet mouth,” he told her. “Take off your clothes.”

Still trembling, she stripped as quickly as she could. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him, awaiting his next command.

He pulled his tee shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

“Do you know that D/s is not always all about pain, girl?”

“Yes, Master. It’s about submitting to the will of your Dom. Trusting him to always take care of you. Giving him the power to use you as he wishes because in doing so you serve his pleasure.”

“Very good.” He rid himself of his boots, jeans , and boxer briefs.

Her eyes widened as she caught sight of his cock, long, thick, and swollen, the head a deep red. The walls of her pussy clenched in response to the sight. God, how she wanted him inside her.

 “I promise you, I will never abuse that privilege.” He glanced at the cards. “The whip? The paddle? Even the heavy nipple clamps we used the other night? They all give us both extreme pleasure. But right now I want to do something I haven’t done in a long time.”

“And what’s that, Master?”

“I want to fuck you so hard that when you come you’ll scream my name. I want that connection with you. We have to have it for this to work.”

Oh, god!

They had tumbled deep into this very fast, but she was glad of it. She wanted this, too. She wanted to be sure that what she’d felt from the first moment was real.

“Then please do that, Master.”

“Tell me what you want,” he insisted.

She chewed her lower lip. He had asked her what her desire was and expected her to be truthful with him. She discovered she wasn’t afraid to tell him. “I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me until I lose my mind.”

The smile he gave her was both ravenous and self-satisfied.

“Rise, sub.”

She got shakily to her feet.

“Don’t move,” he commanded.

Fee didn’t think she could even if she wanted to. She watched as Cade rummaged through a dresser drawer and pulled out a bright red ball gag and a condom. He rolled the latex onto his enormous cock then picked up the gag.

“We don’t want any of the ranch hands rushing up here thinking I’m murdering someone.” He deftly fitted the gag into her mouth and buckled its straps behind her head. “On the bed on hands and knees,” he ordered. “Place yourself at the edge so I can stand behind you.”

When she was in position he moved into place behind her. She felt two of his fingers slip into her, testing her readiness. Was he shocked at how drenched she was already?

“Hot and wet, and instantly ready for me.” His voice was hoarse. “Excellent. That’s what I want. So I can fuck you any time the urge hits me. You’re tight but you can take me.” He leaned down and nipped her shoulder. “And then I will own you, girl. Do you understand?”

She nodded, unable to speak, but a tiny thrill wriggled through her.

“Good.”

He pressed the head of his shaft at her opening, gripped her hips with his hands and slowly eased himself inside her, one thick inch at a time.

“Breathe,” he ordered. “Take deep breaths. It will make it easier. Get ready, girl, because I want this right now.”

 She was glad he’d buckled the gag into her mouth because as he drove in and out of her, pounding her, punctuating some of his thrusts with hard slaps to her ass, the pleasure coursed through her like a hot river. As he drove into her harder and harder, the spankings increased until the pleasurable pain of them filled every space and crevice and she lost a sense of anything except the sensations and the feel of his cock.

She was so close to the edge. Tears from the effort to hold back until he gave the command gathered in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. And still he plunged on and on.

She was barely aware of his fingers digging into her hips again or his balls slapping into her inner thighs.

“Now.” He gave a hoarse shout. “Now, girl. Come with me now.”

She exploded as he pumped into her and his cock pulsed again and again. Her body shook so hard she thought her bones rattled. The orgasm gripped her in a tight fist and shook her, tumbling her through space until at last —at last!—the spasms began to subside. She fell forward on the bed, her arms too weak to hold her any longer. Her ass was still on fire, her face soaked with her tears, and she had never felt so satisfied, so complete in her entire life.

Cade eased himself from her body and she heard him dispose of the condom. Then he lifted her in his arms and lay down on the bed with her, pulling her against his body. She could feel the heavy beat of his heart against her back.

“That was very good, girl.” His voice still had a rough sound to it. “Better than good.” He turned her in his arms so he could see her face, fingers brushing at the tears on her cheeks. “I want you, Fee.”