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Of course, he must have chosen a pink flogger for a reason. It made her think of soft, cute things, not pain. And he had so lovingly stroked across her back with it.

She could imagine using it on Matt. Brushing it across his broad, naked chest. Then maybe flicking it, just to get his attention—and make him a little nervous—then stroking again.

But when did the sub get to punish the Dom?

She’d have to think about that. Maybe she could pretend to capture him. Chain him up and have her way with him.

She was getting hot just thinking about it. But there were no chains handy. She grinned. Of course, maybe she could bind him with her powers of sexual persuasion.

Matt awoke to Kate’s soft hands on his already swelling cock. He groaned at the sweet warmth of her mouth surrounding him and her throat enveloping him. She took him deep several times, then prowled over him. As she sat on his pelvis—her warm, wet folds pressed against the ridge of his cock—she grasped his wrists and pressed them beside his head and winked.

“I’ve chained you down,
Sir.
” She said the honorific with sass, her eyes gleaming. “Now you’re under my control.”

He shouldn’t allow her to do this. He was training her to be a sub, in order for her to accept that side of herself.

But he couldn’t resist her playful sexiness…and the heat of her slick body gliding up and down his cock as she pivoted her hips on him.

She reached down and grasped his cock, then slid it inside her.

“Oh, yeah.”

She leaned forward and brushed her breast against his mouth. He opened and licked her tight nipple, then pulled it inside and sucked. She moaned and pressed forward more. He sucked until she tugged her breast free, then pressed the other forward. He licked the newly offered nipple, then pinched it lightly with his teeth. She gasped, then pushed it forward until he sucked deeply.

She sat up, cupping her breasts and stroking the nipples as she moved up and down on him. He watched her fingers toy with the hard nubs, his cock swelling even more inside her hot depths. She squeezed him and he groaned, then she stroked her hands over his chest and pinched his nipples as she increased the rhythm, her body gliding on him faster. Taking him deeper.

He watched her face, glowing in pleasure, her eyes gleaming brightly. The cadence of her breathing told him she was close. And so was he.

If his hands weren’t bound by imaginary chains, he’d reach up and stroke her sweet breasts, but he satisfied himself with watching them bounce gently with her movement.

She tightened around him, then threw her head back and moaned. The sight of her in full orgasm sent him shooting over the edge and he erupted inside her.

“Oh, God, Kate. You are so sexy.”

She smiled and snuggled up against him, his cock still buried in her depths. “And so are you.”

She nuzzled his neck, then lifted her head and kissed him. Their gazes locked and her smile faded as she stared deeply into his eyes.

“I love you, Matt.”

As soon as she’d said it, Kate’s stomach dropped. What had she been thinking?

But for one brief second, she saw the same feelings gleaming in his dark eyes. And then they blanked out. He was so good at hiding his feelings, but she’d seen it. He loved her.

He gazed at her, and stroked his hand through her hair—so much for the imaginary chains—then he drew her to his body again, cupping her head to his chest. She could hear his heart beating. She was warm tucked against him like this, his big cock still inside her. She closed her eyes and let the steady rhythm lull her, until she finally fell asleep.

When she awoke again, he was still inside her, but he was growing hard again. She glanced at the bedside clock and realized she’d only been asleep about twenty minutes, but tendrils of sunshine were streaming in the window.

She arched against him, enjoying the feel of his rapidly hardening cock inside her, but he flattened his hand on her lower back, stilling her movements.

“I think it’s time for more sleep, not sex.”

She smiled. “I’m not tired.”

“That’s because you’ve been sleeping. I couldn’t do that with your soft, sexy body as a blanket.”

She laughed, then leaned in and kissed his neck. “Poor man. I feel so sorry for you.” At that, she spiraled her hips, loving the feel of his big cock swirling inside her.

He tipped onto his side and drew away from her, his big cock pulling out of her.

“I would think you’d love to wake up to a willing woman wanting to have hot morning sex.”

But when she gazed at his face, he wore a serious expression.

“That little episode was fun, but we’re here to train you as a sub so we need to stay focused.”

She stroked his cheek. “Matt, I think you’ve done a great job helping me accept my submissive side. I’m loving being your sub.” She nuzzled his neck.

“That’s good. Then”—he hesitated for a moment and she glanced up at him—“maybe we’re done.”

“What do you mean ‘done’?”

He sat up, his body sliding away from her as he did. She sat cross-legged facing him.

“You said it yourself. You love being a sub. It sounds like we can end the training period.”

“I said I love being
your
sub,” she corrected. “I’m getting the idea that when you say you want to end the training period, that means you want to end our week together, too.”

“That’s right.”

She frowned. “This isn’t about the training. This is about the fact I said I love you.”

Damn it. Matt had hoped to avoid this. He had hoped she’d take the hint and let it drop.

“Kate, I already told you, there is no future for us.”

“I don’t believe you. I saw it in your eyes. I see it now. You love me, too.”

“Kate, don’t…” He turned his gaze away from her.

She grasped his chin with her soft fingers and turned him back to face her.

“Look, Matt. I know that you were hurt by some other woman. The woman you bought the ring for. And I assumed that meant you didn’t love me, even though you are going to such lengths to help me. But last night…when I said the words…I could see the same thing in your eyes.”

She stroked his cheek, and her soft touch—paired with the love in her eyes—sent warmth shimmering through him.

“Look, Matt. I love you and I’m not giving up on you. So, either tell me you don’t love me, or tell me why we can’t be together.”

His gut clenched. He wished he could just lie. Tell her he didn’t love her. But the alternative was to tell her what a bastard he’d been two years ago.

“Kate, we can’t be together. Can’t you just accept that?”

She shook her head, her intense blue gaze locked on him.

He sighed and pushed his feet off the side of the bed, then sat up.

“All right. I should have told you before, but then you wouldn’t have let me help you. And I needed to do that. I needed to try and set things right.”

“What are you talking about, Matt?”

He stared into her eyes, soaking in the love shining there, knowing the words he was about to say would extinguish that love completely.

“The reason we can’t be together is because of what I did two years ago. After you left me.”

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About the Author

OPAL CAREW is the award-winning author of twelve previous erotic romances for St. Martin’s Press. To learn more, visit her on the Web at
www.opalcarew.com
.

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

HIS TO COMMAND
#5:
THE SUBMISSION
. Copyright © 2013 by Opal Carew. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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