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She smiled. “That’s a nice story.” But her heart ached at the thought that he’d had a lonely childhood. “So tell me about an adventure you had in your travels.”

He smiled. “Well, my favorite is the time I was stuck in an airport because of a snowstorm, and I wound up sharing a room with a beautiful woman. But it wasn’t just a one-night stand. I knew the moment we were thrown together that we could build a lasting relationship.”

“What happened?” she asked, entranced by the glow in his eyes.

He took her hand and brought it to his lips. The soft brush of his mouth on her skin sent tremors through her.

“We hit a rough patch, but I’m still convinced that there’s a future for us.”

Then he stood up and drew her into his arms. His lips claimed hers and his tongue swept into her mouth. She suckled lightly, unable to resist, and he groaned.

Then he swept her into his arms. “It’s time for bed.”

Five minutes later, Rebecca was in Rex’s suite, still in his arms as he ravaged her mouth.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured against his lips.

She had to put distance between them. Now.

“Rex …” she put her hand on his chest, and he lowered her to her feet.

“Is that what you really want? To sleep in a cold bedroom all alone?”

She hesitated, knowing she should say it was. She should deny her body what it so craved—what it insisted she needed—because giving in would make life so much more complicated.

But she couldn’t.

“No,” she murmured softly, then wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him to her. Their mouths connected and she melted against him, her tongue tangling with his.

He dipped down and swept her into his arms again, then carried her into the bedroom. When he set her on the bed, she couldn’t help staring at him. Taking in every delectable inch of him in his black dress pants and crisp white shirt stretched taut over his muscular frame.

This was the man she’d dreamed of ever since she’d spent that incredible night with him. He had starred in her steamy dreams and crept into her daytime reveries.

He was sexy and handsome and all man.

And he made her feel all woman.

He unbuttoned his shirt and she watched as his hard, sculpted muscles were revealed.

She ran her fingers along the newly exposed skin. Oh, God, she’d forgotten how hard those muscled ridges were. She grasped his belt and released the buckle, then pulled the long leather strap from his belt loops and dropped it on the ground. He watched as she unfastened the button and glided the zipper down, his cerulean blue eyes glowing.

She reached inside and …

Oh, yes, it really was as big as she remembered. She pulled the elastic of his boxers and drew it down, revealing his amazing cock. She wrapped her hand around it as best she could and stroked.

Then she licked from base to tip. A long journey.

He sat down beside her and drew her suit jacket from her shoulders. Then he unfastened the buttons of her blouse. She clung to his cock, watching his eyes heat as he exposed her lacy pink bra. A moment later, he stripped away her blouse.

She grasped his cock again, knowing she never wanted to let it go.

He leaned forward and his lips brushed against the swell of her breast above her bra, then down over the lace. When he nibbled her nipple through the thin fabric, it peaked in his mouth, sending pleasure spiking through her.

She squeezed his shaft, then began to stroke again, loving the feel of the hard column gliding through her fingers.

He unzipped her skirt, then stood up, pulling her with him. He pressed the skirt down her hips until it fell to the floor.

His gaze glided down her body, his eyes sparking with desire.

“I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this again.”

“Like this?” she asked.

Then she released his cock and reached behind her. She unfastened the bra and slowly peeled it away, loving the flash of heat in his eyes as he gazed at her naked breasts. Then she stripped away her panties.

“Or like
this
?”

She stood before him completely naked.

“Oh, definitely like this.” His low, velvety deep voice sent shivers through her.

He dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them, then shed his boxers. The shirt was the last to go, revealing his bulging, muscular, tattooed arms.

She stepped toward him and he wrapped those big arms around her, holding her close to him. The warmth and strength emanating from him almost made her weep with happiness. She felt soft and vulnerable in his arms. And so protected.

She rested her head against his shoulder. “I’ve missed you,” she murmured.

He tipped up her chin and gazed into her eyes.

“I can’t tell you what it means to me to hear you say that.”

Then he kissed her. Starting off sweet and tender, then passion building to a blazing inferno. She drove her tongue into his mouth, and pulsed it inside, wanting to become a part of him. Needing to join with him.

His cock, swelling to an incredible girth, pulsed against her stomach, branding her as if it were on fire.

She wrapped her hand around him again.

“God, I want you,” she murmured against his ear.

He laughed, then pressed her back to the bed. The world tilted around her as she tumbled onto it. He landed by her side, and his hand cupped her breast.

A cold wind howled outside and she shivered, her exposed nipples swelling to a hard peak. He captured one in his mouth, the warmth soothing the aching flesh. Until he nudged it with his tongue, then suckled. She arched against him, moaning softly.

“Oh, yes. Please suck it harder.”

She wanted to feel her nipple pulled deep into his mouth.

He complied, and her nipple ached with the hard suction. She grasped his head and pulled it harder to her.

“Oh, yes. More.”

It almost hurt, but she wanted …
needed
to be deep inside him.

He shifted to her other breast and devoured that hard nub, too. Soon she was moaning. So close to orgasm she could hardly believe it.

He swirled his tongue around her as his fingers glided down her stomach, then he drew on her deep again, just as his fingers glided over her clit.

She gasped, then moaned as an explosive orgasm blasted through her. She moaned again, her voice deep and guttural as the pleasure pulsed on and on.

When her moans subsided, he kissed her, his lips lingering. Then their tongues tangled in a frantic dance.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t believe you came so quickly.”

She bit her lip. “I’m sorry, I—”

He covered her mouth, driving his tongue deep, then drew back. He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound.

“Don’t ever apologize for coming, my sweet. I’m delighted.”

“Well, then, let’s see what this does for you.”

She turned to face the foot of the bed and grasped his cock in both hands. As she stroked him, he guided her over him, so her knees were on either side of his shoulders. She leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock, then swirled her tongue around and around the tip. She opened her mouth wide as she glided down on him, slowly taking the huge cockhead into her mouth. With slow perseverance, she was able to swallow the whole tip.

“Oh, baby, that feels so good.” The desire roughening his deep voice delighted her.

Then his hands cupped her behind and he drew her body down toward him. She felt his lips on her belly, fluttering kisses over her skin. She slid a little deeper, taking a little of his shaft into her mouth.

His lips found her clit and she gasped around his big, meaty cock. When his tongue drove into her slick opening, she glided forward, amazed at how deep she’d taken him. She wished she could take him all the way down her throat, because she would love to please him that way. But there was just too much of him.

His tongue swirled over her clit and she squeezed him in her mouth. When his fingers glided inside her opening, she jerked forward, taking him deeper still. Then she had to pull back, knowing she’d reached her limit.

She bobbed up and down on him, her hands gliding over the rest of his shaft in rhythm with her mouth. His tongue teased her clit as his fingers thrust inside her.

Finally, she couldn’t help herself and fell down beside him, sucking in a deep breath, then moaning as his fingers kept moving inside her.

“I want you inside me,” she pleaded between pants. “I need to feel you filling me again.”

He shifted on the bed, then his massive body moved over hers. When she felt his hot cockhead brush her wet slit, she opened her legs wide. But as it pressed into her, she stiffened, worried that she might not be able to take it again.

“It’s all right, my sweet. I’ll go slowly. Just like last time.” He stroked her hair back from her face. “You trust me, don’t you?”

She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “Completely.”

She opened her legs wide, inviting him in. He pressed into her, his huge cockhead stretching her opening. But he moved slowly, easing his hard flesh into her softness. She felt herself stretched more … and more … until she didn’t think she could stand it any longer … then he was inside. Just the tip, but she’d accepted the widest part. He stayed still, letting her body adapt to him once again. He leaned forward and kissed her. She pulsed her tongue into his mouth, wanting him deeper. Wanting him to claim her fully with his long, hard cock.

He started to move again, pushing his thick shaft deeper inside her.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, as her inner flesh tingled in delight. “It’s never felt this good with anyone before.”

His lips grazed her neck, then he nuzzled her pulse point.

“Do you like my big cock inside you?”

She clung to him, holding him tighter to her body.

“Yes. Oh, yes. So much.”

It kept filling her … and filling her.

Then he drew back.

“Was that … Was it all the way in?”

He chuckled. “That was only halfway, baby.”

“Oh, God.”

He glided a little forward, then back again.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she cried desperately as he pulsed inside her again. “I want to take all of you.”

He pushed a little deeper.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now. Please.”

He surged forward, and her eyes popped open, the length of his cock filling her deeper than she’d thought possible. She knew he’d filled her all the way last time, too, but this felt deeper … and more intimate somehow.

“Are you okay, baby?” He remained all the way inside her, unmoving.

“Ohhh, yes,” she whimpered. “Now please. Fuck me. I need you to …”

He began to move, and she lost her ability to speak. She could only feel the pleasure. Only experience the intense delight of his thick, hard cock moving inside her.

“I love being inside you, baby,” he murmured against her ear. “Your soft warm body surrounding me.”

His cock glided in and out, sending vibrating pulses of exquisite sensation thrumming through her.

“I’ve longed for this.” His lips grazed her ear, then he breathed into it. Every cell in her body quivered with need.

His thick shaft glided deep, and she squeezed him as he drew back.

“Oh, fuck, baby.”

Then he drove in fast.

“Ohhh, yes.”

He drew back and drove deep again. She arched against him. Her body trembled with the building pleasure.

“I’m going to come.” Her words turned to a breathy whisper. “Oh, please, Rex. Make me come.”

He groaned, then drove in deep and hard. He drew back and thrust again. And again.

Faster and faster. Filling her with his massive cock. She squeezed around him, feeling dizzy with the building excitement.

Then he rammed deep, and she gasped. Everything splintered around her and then time seemed to stop and … the world shattered.

A loud moaning filled her ears, and she slowly realized it was her. Rex pumped into her in hard, deep strokes as her wails filled the room.

Then he jerked forward. Through her haze of ecstasy, she could feel him pulsing inside her, then his heat filling her up.

She trembled in his arms, then finally, she collapsed on the bed, gasping for air.

He slumped on top of her. They both panted. Slowly, she realized he was holding himself a little off her body so he wouldn’t crush her. She didn’t know why he didn’t roll away, but then realized that, like her, he didn’t want his cock to leave the warmth of her body yet.

She wrapped her arms around him and urged him to roll backward. She rolled with him, until she was lying on top of him, his big cock still fully immersed in her.

“I want to sleep like this,” she murmured against his ear. “I never want your cock to leave.”

He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist.

“I like the sound of that.”

She laughed as she squeezed him inside her, then relaxed on her warm man-cushion. Soon she found herself dozing off.

Rex woke up to the most incredible warmth. It was dark and the cold wind still howled outside, but he was wrapped up warm and cozy in the delightful heat of Rebecca’s body.

And his cock was growing inside her.

“Oh, my.” Her eyelids popped open and their gazes locked. “You’re awake, I see.”

“How could I stay asleep long with you wrapped around me like that?” he asked.

“It feels likes you want to fuck me again.”

He laughed, wrapping his hands around her waist. He pivoted his hips, gliding out and in a little. She was slick and tight around him.

“That sounds like a great idea,” he said.

She pressed her hands to his chest. “What if I say no?”

Rex stopped instantly, growing serious. “Whatever you want, Rebecca. I won’t—”

She pressed her finger to his lips. “I didn’t say I didn’t want you to. I just wanted to know what you’d do if I was … um … disobedient and said no to your requests.”

He grinned. “I think you’re trying to tell me something.”

“I’m trying to tell you that I want to find out more about how you’d dominate in the bedroom.”

He reached for the bedside table and switched on the light.

“You’re saying you want me to dominate you? Now?”

She gazed at him with her large, doelike brown eyes and nodded.

She appeared so sweet and innocent, yet she was asking him to …

To what exactly?

“What do you have in mind?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I just want to know what you like. You gave me a taste before, but I want to experience more.”

“What do you think is involved?”

“Maybe you’ll tie me up. Or order me to do things for you.”

“What if it involves me holding you down and taking you against your will?”

She shook her head. “You can’t do that.”

“So you’re setting limits.” Good for her.

“No, I mean, you can’t take me against my will, because I trust you totally, so I am always willing.”

His heart swelled at the trust glowing in her eyes. His lips captured hers, and she responded with blazing passion.

His cock swelled harder and pulsed within her. “Fuck, baby, we’d better stop, or you’ll be taking me again
my
will.”

She laughed, then slowly slid off his long pole. When it fell back to his belly, he felt a deep sense of loss.

She sprawled on the bed, her arms and legs wide open.

“Command me, Master,” she said with a big smile on her face.

“First of all, you look too laid-back and comfortable to be my slave. So up with your lazy ass.”

She scurried to her feet.

He sat on the edge of the bed, dropping his feet to the floor.

“First, I’m going to tell you about your safe word. The word is ‘burn,’ and if you say it, I will stop whatever I’m doing immediately and walk away. I think it’s important that if you’ve chosen to use the safe word, you have whatever space you need. You can ask me to stay, or let me go. I just want to put control totally in your hands, if it comes to that. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now kneel down and show me proper respect.”

Sparks flared in her eyes, and he could tell she was excited by the prospect of submitting to him, which made his cock twitch.

She knelt, then bowed down, resting her face on the carpet between his feet. Her fingers curled around his ankles, and he almost jumped when he felt her lips brush against his toes. He watched in awe as she kissed his feet, her lips fluttering over the skin like butterfly wings. Then she rested her cheek against his foot.

“What may I do to please you, Master?”

Oh, God, he didn’t know if he was ready for this. His cock was already straining, and with the way she was behaving, he feared he’d come just from her actions.

“What do you think I’d like, my sweet slave?”

She pushed herself up on her knees, facing him.

“I think you would like me to touch you cock. To take it in my mouth and suck it softly.”

It twitched at her words, and he realized he was dangerously close.

“Take it in your mouth now.”

She wrapped her hand around him and lifted his hard shaft, her touch sending him closer to the edge.

“Quickly,” he demanded.

No sooner did her lips cover him than he shot his load deep into her mouth.

Rebecca was startled at the sudden eruption of his cock. She couldn’t believe she’d made him come with barely a touch. She didn’t even have the head all the way in her mouth. She swallowed him—finding it easier to take him now that she’d had a little practice—and suckled softly.

He stood up, then took her hand and led her from the bedroom. Once they reached the dining room, he leaned her over the table, crushing her breasts against the hard, cold surface.

He turned to the armoire beside the table and opened the drawer, then pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs. He turned a chair around until its back faced her and clamped one of the cuffs around her wrist. Before she knew it, her hands were bound to the chair, the metal chain of the handcuffs linked through the wooden bars of the chair back.

He walked behind her, and she could feel his hot gaze on her backside.

“Open your legs,” he demanded.

“Yes, Master.” She widened her stance, knowing he could see every intimate inch of her like this.

His hand stroked her ass, then down her leg, his fingers curling around to her inner thigh. When he glided back, his fingertips grazed her slick opening.

“Now I’m going to grasp you ass and open it,” he murmured, his tone seductive and sexy.

His warm palms covered her buttocks and he drew them apart. She felt the cool air on her intimate skin.

Then he licked her. His tongue raspy against her soft flesh.

She moaned as he tasted her, then drove his tongue into her wetness.

“Oh, yes, Master.”

He swirled his tongue over her, then quivered it over her clit. She cried out at the sweetness of the delight.

She whimpered as his lips left her and he moved in front of her. He tilted the chair at an angle, pulling on her arms a little, and positioned himself close to her. She saw his big cockhead approach her. He stroked her cheek with the tip, then rested his cock on the table beside her.

“Lick it.”

She curled her tongue under the large corona and lapped at it. Like licking the bottom of a mushroom. She swirled sideways, gliding over the delicate skin.

“Oh, yeah, baby.” He shifted, resting his balls to her cheek.

She opened her mouth, and he pressed one inside.

“Do you like sucking my balls, slave?”

She nodded, then drew on his flesh until she coaxed the other one into her mouth, too. She teased and prodded them lightly with her tongue.

When she began to suckle them softly, pressing them against the roof of her mouth, he tensed.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he groaned urgently. “I can’t fucking believe I’m so close again.”

His cock was a thick, hard shaft lying against her face.

He drew away, his balls tugging from her mouth.

He stepped behind her, and she felt his cockhead stroke her wet opening.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, slave. Tell me you want it.”

“Oh, yes, Master. I want you to fuck me.” She sucked in a breath as his cockhead stroked her again. “Please fuck me deep and hard with your big cock.”

He drove into her, and she gasped. It hurt a little, being stretched by him so suddenly, but she breathed through it, desperately wanting him to do it again.

He drew back, then thrust deep.

“Oh, God, yes.”

He drew back, his tip hovering at her opening, almost slipping away from her.

“Oh please oh please, Master. Drive into me again. I beg of you.”

He laughed, then she felt his giant spear fill her to the limit, the whole thing consumed by her body.

“Oh, yes. I’m so close. Please, Master. Make me come.”

He leaned over her and nuzzled her ear. “No,” he murmured hoarsely. “You don’t come until I say it’s okay.” He nipped her ear, and she cried out. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. Until you say.”

He drew back and drove deep again. She bit her lip to stop herself from falling into the abyss. He thrust again, then again. The feel of his thick flesh driving into her pushed her dangerously close to the edge. She sucked in deep gulps of air, desperately trying to stop herself from plummeting over the edge.

“Do you want to come, my sweet slave?”

“Yes, Master. Yes,” she cried.

He thrust in a steady rhythm now. His cock stretching her wide as it drove inside, then skittering wild sensations through her as his thickness dragged against her on the way out. Her legs trembled as he pumped into her. She felt his cock swelling, almost forcing her to lose it.

Then he groaned, his liquid heat filling her.

Tears swelled from her eyes as she fought the desperate, almost incomprehensible need to come.

But she dared not, unwilling to disobey her Master.

He slowed, then slumped against her back. She desperately gasped for air, trembling.

Only then did he seem to realize she was still holding back her need.

He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, “Come.”

Pleasure blasted through her, exploding inside her like a powder keg. Her vagina squeezed around him in spasms, and he groaned loudly. Her wail filled the room with a deafening intensity.

He began to move inside her—his cock still hard and thick—and her pleasure turned into a maelstrom of cataclysmic intensity. Her long moan continued as she squeezed around him with every thrust and she soared on the wings of complete ecstasy.

Finally, her pleasure waned, and he collapsed against her back. His hands cupped her breasts in the warmth of his palms as he rested against her.

“Oh, Master, I love you,” she murmured, glowing in the dazzling light of eternal bliss.