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He hadn’t come that hard since his first time
. Still stinging, his nipples were sensitive, but in a good way. The crop had been a spark, setting him on fire and
releasing everything he’d kept pent up inside
. Cathartic orgasm? If submitting, even a tiny bit, by obeying her few commands and taking the little pain she
’d given him in that moment had made him come
that powerfully, she was right. He was never going back. But how do you stop running from the part of yourself you
’ve hated for so long and embrace
it?
He didn’t have any idea how to do that, but he knew that this wo
man
he’d just met would guide him through it
. When his body stopped convulsing
he slouched, but his cock didn’t
. Never once had he been able to come twice. If that first orgasm was any indication, the second would be even better
—
if she allowed him a second.

“I hope you don’t think you’re finished.” Despite the rasp of desire
that was thick in her voice, she was steady and firm. Leaning down, she wiped the drop of his seed that had fallen on her boot with her finger, bringing it to her lips to taste.
“Come here.”

Chapter Four

As he moved toward her, she reached behind her to unlace her corseted top, letting it fall away, exposing her naked body from the waist up. Her breasts were large, heavy, and perfectly rounded. Through each of her taut, deep wine-colored nipples were thick metal rings with weighted balls on them. His mouth watered, desperate to latch onto one and suck hard, but he waited for her to direct him.
Whatever this was, it wasn’t just sex,
and it
wasn’t like anything he’d ever experienced before
. It was better. Given
everything he’d been through in the past few weeks, he wasn’t about to walk
away from something this good, no matter how out of his element he felt.

She stood up in front of him, sliding her leather boy shorts down and kicking them aside. When she sat back on the desk, all she had on were her thigh-high boots. He swallowed hard. Damn, she was gorgeous. Curves just where a woman should have them, muscle tone like a goddess, and those boots? Forget about it. She was the kind of woman who could walk all over a man in those boots, making him beg for more. Hell, Deacon was begging for more already, and
he hadn’t even had a taste
. His eyes roamed down her body as she positioned herself on the desk. One foot, and then the other came to rest up on the deep mahogany, leaving her legs spread wide, her body open. Up each leg his eyes traveled before coming to rest on her damp slit and the tiny silver ball and ring that pierced her clit. His cock jerked hard. His mouth watered so much, he was afraid he might drool. On auto-pilot, he moved to grip his cock again, but her crop smacked hard against his hand, and he blinked before looking at her.

“No
.
Come closer.” Steely and calm, her voice matched the gleam
in her eye. He crawled on his hands and knees until he was so close to her that he could smell the musky sweetness of her arousal as he licked his lips.
“Be a good boy
. Please me, and I promise you, I will give you what you
need.” There was no hesitation at all. He leaned forward, closed his eyes,
and inhaled her scent deeply. Bracing his hands on the insides of each of her thighs, he felt her hand tangle in his hair, pulling his mouth to her pussy. Suddenly he was starving. When the initial taste of her sweet honey slid across his tongue, he knew that Eve would be the only thing that would ever fully sate him.
“Lick it like you mean it, pet,
and
I’ll be very good to you.”

*****

His body was gorgeous enough. Watching him stroke himself to orgasm, had been arousing, but it was his obedience that turned her on more. He had zero experience with Dom/sub relationships and no experience with
her, but he’d given her his obedience—
his trust, despite his refusal to accept the part of himself that drove him to her. And that was more erotic than any show he could have put on for her. Strong hands gripped the insides of her thighs gently as she tangled her fingers further in his blonde hair. Fixated on watching him, she tingled as his pink tongue darted out to lap at her. Licking and nibbling on her lips, he took each one between his teeth, pulling lightly. Each tug moved her clit ring against her tender skin. The cool of the steel mixed with the warmth of his breath taunted her clit mercilessly. When
she’d had enough teasing, she pulled his face into her pussy harder
. With a flat tongue, he licked long swipes from the entrance of her cunt to the top, dragging his rough tongue over her clit, flicking her piercing with it. He circled her nub over and over, fluttering across it before starting over at her weeping core. His sighs and moans let her know he was enjoying as much as
she was, but she didn’t need to hear him for that
. She could see his bouncing cock down below her along with the slight wetness beginning to bead there. Slowly, she started to move her hips, bucking against his face, riding his tongue.

“Fuck me with your tongue
.
Swallow everything.” Deacon’s tongue
contracted to a terse point, as pumped it in and out of her, licking her passage,
doing with his tongue what he’d no doubt like to do with his dick
. She slid one hand down between them to rub a
‘V’ alongside her clit in
tandem with his tongue. Her breath quickened, her pulse raced. She met every thrust of his tongue with her hips while rubbing her clit with a firm,
steady pressure until she couldn’t hold back anymore
. She never took her
eyes off of him, but watched as he fucked her the way she’d
instructed. When her inner muscles began to flutter wildly, her mouth fell open, and she moaned through her orgasm. Her juices coated his chin while he swallowed every drop of wetness as she rode out her climax on his tongue. When the pulsing of her sex subsided, she shoved his head back and slid off the desk. Her movements were hurried, but always controlled. His weeping erection needed attention before he lost faith in her promise to take care of his needs, and he began to second guess his willingness to follow her instructions as she introduced him to the submissive side of himself.

“That was good, but I think we can do better.” Eve stepped around
behind him and put the heel of her boot up on his back, giving him a shove.
“Up
. On the desk. Flat on your back, and only one rule;
hands to yourself.”
When h
e didn’t hesitate
, she grinned wickedly. Once on the desk, he did as she asked, lying flat on his back after kicking his scrub bottoms off the rest of the way. His cock seemed to stand taller when he was on his back than it did when he was on his knees, and in this position, it was nearly intimidating. Eve walked around to the other side of the desk to remove a few items from the false bottom of a drawer. A silk scarf, she tied around his head, covering his eyes.

“If you cannot see, you have to rely on other senses,
and more importantly, you have to rely on me. Trust me not to hurt you, only pleasure you
. I’ll
give you what your body needs, not what you think you want. Sam
e goes for these.” Cold steel snapped around one wrist before she
attached the other end of the cuff to the leg of the desk then repeated with the other wrist. His breathing stopped for a second as he began to panic, but she placed a firm hand on the middle of his chest, and he settled.
“If you feel
like you need to stop, just say spider monkey and
we’ll stop
.
But if you’ll
ride this one out,
trust me for a little while, you’ll understand just how much
you desire to give yourself over to someone else and let go of everything that
weighs on you.”

He nodded and visually relaxed. Eve moved to the side of the desk. Climbing up on the desk, she threw one leg over his body, straddling his hips before reaching
for the condom she’d pulled out of the drawer
. Leaning down, she took his length to the back of her throat, giving a long, hard pull as she sucked his cock, releasing it with a loud, wet pop along with the satisfying gasp that it pulled from him. Ripping open the foil packet with her teeth, she slowly rolled the thin latex over the head of his cock, smoothing it down his shaft. Raised on her knees, Eve positioned herself over his cock, taking just the tip of him into her cunt before lifting herself back off, not missing the rough whimper of protest from him.

“Patience, pet.” She repeated the up and down motion, never taking
more than the head of his length into her greedy, weeping entrance. His tip stretched her opening, and
she couldn’t wait to feel him buried fully
within her depths, but Deacon clearly lacked patience and discipline in his life, and most certainly in his sexual encounters. This was more than just an exercise in orgasm; it was an introduction to a whole new world of sexual possibilities and satisfaction. His fists clenched as he moaned over and over, but he had to understand she was setting the pace, and she knew he would learn to love it.

*****

Pitch blackness. All he could see was pitch blackness. He tried to move his hands, he wanted to touch her, run his hands over her lean body, tug on her nipple rings, anything, but the cool steel of the cuffs grounded him, restraining him and keeping him right where she wanted him.
He’d
nearly blown everything when she took him in her mouth to suckle roughly, then again when her deceptively strong and delicate hands sheathed him with the condom, but the torture she was inflicting on him next was just plain mean. When she finally stopped with the teasing, he held his breath while she slid impossibly slowly down his cock until her ass touched his balls, and he could feel the tiny metal piercing on her clit against his skin. But it was what she did next that had every ounce of pent up stress, heartache, and energy bursting from his pores. With a twist of her hips, she lifted up onto her knees, her inner walls gripping him and twisting before she slid back down his cock again. Up and down, twisting, over and over.
He’d
been with lots of women, but
he’d always done all the work
.
He’d never felt anything
like this. She was tight, wet. The scent of her arousal permeated every molecule of the air around him. Everything smelled like sex and candy. Her taste had been sweet, but her scent was sweeter. He lifted his hips, trying to match her thrusts, but the movements stopped, and before he could ask why
she’d stopped, a sharp pain exploded across his chest from one nipple to the
other. Simultaneous tight pinching and rough twisting sent slivers of pain arcing from one pec to the other.

“Don’t try to control it
.
Just take what I give you.”

He clenched his teeth until his jaw ached as he fought furiously against the need to argue with her. Stilling his hips, he waited for her to start again. When she did, every nerve that recently felt pain in his nipples now felt pleasure in his cock. The way she redirected and controlled his focus allowed him to do nothing but feel. No thinking, no questioning, just truly feeling for the first time
…
maybe ever. Slender fingers reached back as she rode him to cup his balls, rolling them in her palm, her nails lightly scratching the sensitive sac. When her motions quickened, he could feel his orgasm building low in his spine, his sac drawing up against his body. The feel of her pussy gripping him tighter as she began to quiver around him had him biting down on the inside of his cheek, trying to stave off impending ecstasy, but the seductive whisper in his ear changed all that.

“Come now, or not at all, pet.”

If he
’d wanted to hold off orgasm, he wasn’t sure he could
. Before she had managed to sit the rest of the way up, his muscles seized, jerked. His cock twitched, jolting through the spurts of his seed into the thin latex.
He’d come once already in the last half hour, and he thought this orgasm
might never end. She rode him hard, dragging out his climax as hers milked him, tightening, spasming uncontrollably around his cock. When they were both finally breathing again, she climbed down off him, but not before leaning forward, her nipples and piercings pressing against his body as she whispered in his ear.

“Good boy.” Her teeth grazing down his neck had his softening cock
begging for more, but she climbed off him and undid the blindfold first. Like a glorious awakening, he was face to nipple with her bountiful breasts. He bit his tongue to stop himself from licking at the rosy buds. When she undid the cuffs, releasing him, he pushed himself up on rubbery limbs, tossed the condom in the trash then climbed back into his scrubs. She strutted around the room in nothing but her boots, but a knock on the door snapped his attention from her svelte seduction. His heart skipped into a staccato rhythm while he looked at her, wondering what to do, mortified
when he heard Rissa’s voice on the other side of the door
.
Eve didn’t seem
concerned. Her leather boy shorts and corset lay scattered across the floor, but she made no move to put them back on. She grabbed a black silk robe from the small closet in the office, tying it off. The red embroidered
‘
E
’ on
the back of the robe swayed with her every movement. No panties, no bra, he could still picture her little piercing between her glistening folds, abrading her clit with every step. She mussed her blonde pixie cut and winked at him over her shoulder before throwing open the door.