Innocence Tempted (20 page)

With her feet on my shoulders, I was able to palm her abused ass cheeks. She cried out softly at my rough treatment, but her body was practically begging for more.

I fucked her hard and fast
,
loving the way her breasts bounced freely and her head tipped back. Her body was flushed from exertion and a fine sheen of sweat covered her neck and breasts. I wanted it to last, but there was no way I could hold back when she looked like that. When she came again, I came with her, and we lay in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs.

When he pulled away and removed the blindfold I wasn’t ready to open my eyes. I la
id
there while he untied my hands, with his scent covering my whole body and his seed drying on my thighs. I felt so thoroughly used. I was going to miss this so much.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling me back into his arms.

I reluctantly opened my eyes. “Yes, Sir, but I’m going to miss you,” I confessed.

He placed a gentl
e
kiss
on
my temple. “You can come back to me any time. You have my number, and I want you to use it. Okay?” I nodded and laid my head on his chest. I always felt so secure in his arms.

“Come here,” he said. He pulled me to my feet and I went reluctantly. “I want to show you something.”

He led me down the hall to his bedroom. He released me for a moment and dragged the leather ottoman that he used as a whipping bench over in front of the mirror.

“Come sit with me.”

I sat in his lap, and he looked at me in the mirror.

“Katlyn,” he said, his voice soft and gentle. “This summer I have watched you blossom from a terrified girl into a powerful woman. You are going to do amazing things at this Ivy League school of yours, and some day in one of your classes, or at a bar, or at a play party, you are going to find a Dominant male who will be completely incapable of walking away from you. He is going to take one look at your fantastic body and that sweet blush on your cheeks, and he is going to become absolutely animalistic in his need for you. Do you believe me?”

I shook my head. I didn’t really. Cody was one of a kind. He saw something in me that I was pretty sure no one else would ever see.

“Look, Katlyn,” he commanded, bringing my chin up with his hand so that I had to look in the mirror. “Can’t you see how incredible you are?” He cupped my breasts in his hands and rolled my nipples between his thumb and index finger. “If there is one thing that I want you to take away from this summer, it’s this: you are strong and alluring, and you can have anything you want. God, Kat, when you find the right man you are going to have him so tied up in knots. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered weakly. I understood, but it was a hard thing to accept.

“Listen to me,” he whispered soft and low in my ear. “I want you to explore everything your little heart desires. Don’t ever think that something you want is out of your reach. And when you find your next
D
om I want you to give him hell. You hear me? Don’t make it easy on him. Make him work for it. You are worth that.”

We talked for a while longer, and then he turned me around, and I rode him slowly in front of the mirror with his hands alternating between tugging at my nipples and pinching my clit. I came until I was sore and exhausted.

When I couldn’t do it any more, he rolled me over and took control over my body, pinning my hands above my head and thrusting into me with all the raw power he had.

An hour later, I dressed slowly. I was reluctant to leave him, but I knew that it was time. He held me longer than usual, hugging me tightly in the kitchen before opening the door to show me out. He walked me to my truck and kissed my temple as I climbed in.

“Good luck, Katlyn. Call me when you need me.”

“I will, Sir. Thank you. For everything.”

He shut the door to my truck gently, and I backed down the drive.

Special thanks to JoAnn who beta reads and cheerleads for me. Without her most of my characters would never leave my hard drive. Every author needs an encourager like her.

To the Dom who was the inspiration for Cody, I hope this story, in some small way, does you justice.

Ashton Playsted proofread this book and did a fantastic job of catching all of my mistakes. I highly recommend him.  He’s available for hire at
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Thank you, readers and fellow writers, for continuing to put up with my quirky, dirty imagination. You inspire me every day to keep putting these stories out there. 

Ms. Blair lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her loving husband and two cats. Her writing slows every fall with the start of the Steelers season before making an amazing rebound shortly after the Super Bowl. She has a full-time career as a marketing director and website designer, but in her spare time she can frequently be found writing for the sheer joy of it.

She and her husband enjoy traveling, camping, downhill snow skiing, and reading post-apocalyptic fiction together. Taking hikes and wilderness survival classes are among their typical bonding activities.

An avid reader, Samantha devours about 250 books a year from all genres and time periods. Her favorite authors include Stephen King, Fannie Flagg, Stephenie Meyer, and Henry David Thoreau.

For more books and information please visit
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