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  “No, Sir.”

  He took a long, slow stroke out and in again, still rubbing her asshole, just a little pressure to tease her as his other hand played with her clit. “You want some joy, you’d better get it soon, or I’m going to fuck you and get mine and make you wait.”

  Of course he wouldn’t torture her like that, because he enjoyed listening to her come too much. Yet the desperation in her moans and whines made his cock throb inside her.

  Maybe I am a sadist.

  She frantically rocked against him, pinned between his cock and hands and when she came unglued he had to chew on his own tongue to hold back.

  “Fuck yeah!” she gasped. Her cunt clamped down on his cock as she came, her body afire beneath him, joyful abandon filling her moans as her orgasms squeezed his cock and soaked his hand.

  He pulled out, turned her around, and shoved her back onto his desk. He grabbed her legs and hiked them up, her ankles on his shoulders before plunging into her again.

  “You’re gonna be a good little slut only for me, aren’t you?” he growled as he plowed her. “Gonna make everyone think you’re a sweet woman while I’m the one who gets to turn you into my dirty little toy.”

  She grabbed his arms, trying to sit up to kiss him, but he shoved her back down, loving the smile she gave him when he did.

  “Didn’t tell you to do that,” he said. “This is mine. You got yours.”

  “Harder,” she said.

  Had he ever felt so…free? His cheeks damn near ached from smiling. “You got it, baby.” He held her shoulders for traction and plowed her, pleasantly surprised when she came for him again.

  This…this was perfection. Utter, complete perfection.

  Any lingering doubts still trying to hide under shadowy rocks in his soul were driven out.

  He wanted his ring on her finger, his name to be hers.

  He wanted her, all of her, for the rest of their lives together.

  “Who you belong to?”

  A gorgeous smile filled her face. “You, Mister Wynn. I’m all yours, Sir.”

  “Damn right, you are.” He couldn’t hold it back any longer, sweet, aching pleasure exploding from his balls as he sank his cock into her one last time, filling her with his cum and pulling her up for a crushing kiss. “You’re all mine, Meri,” he said as she draped her arms around him. “Like hell will I let anyone take you away from me, either.”

  * * * *

  Meredith had never realized sex could be so…fantastic. She’d thought she’d had good sex before. Peter had, admittedly, mostly been decent in that department. One of the reasons she’d overlooked so many of his other faults.

  Hell, her first night with Elvin had been amazing, as had their other times.

  This?

  Holy fuckballs, it was like he’d plugged right into her brain and flipped on a blender set to frappe.

  He pulled her legs around his waist as they kissed, his arms circling her, holding her.

  Then he arched an eyebrow at her. “I think you’re gonna earn an A in my class after all, baby.”

  She giggled. “I give you an A+, Sir.”

  She could fall in love a thousand times over the smile he gave her. He didn’t bother pulling out, instead picking her up with his cock still embedded in her and turning, leaning against the desk. “You realize I’m gonna be hard every time I sit in here and grade papers now, right?”

  “I hope so.” She nuzzled her nose against his. “Especially when I’m sitting on the floor giving you a blowjob while you do.”

  “Damn, girl. You goin’ for extra credit?”

  She felt like she hadn’t laughed this much in years. Peter had rarely been…playful like this.

  Actually, he’d never been playful. “As much extra credit as I can get. I’ll be happy to take on any extra assignments you want to give me.”

  “What’d you think when you opened the box?”

  “I wasn’t sure what to think. I was hoping for a spanking and fucking.”

  “And?”

  “You did not disappoint, Sir.”

  “You realize I’m gonna have to find you a shirt similar to that one to wear to the club, right? Because this look on you is fucking hot.”

  “I guess Ron was right then.”

  “About what?”

  “I let him see before I left.”

  “And the pigtails. You are not allowed to cut your hair short without a damn good reason and some serious negotiations first.”

  “I hoped you’d like that.”

  “Love it.” He drew his head back a little. “Serious time, Meri.” His eyes studied hers. “How’d I do?”

  “Perfect. You could have spanked me harder and longer, if you’d wanted. That was amazing.” She wiggled against him as best she could, where his hands were pressed against her ass cheeks and holding her in place. “I was worried you might hold back and I’d have to ask you for more, but you did great.”

  “Eliza tutored me.” Her turn to arch an eyebrow at him. “About the spanking. And not hands-on.” He grinned. “She told me to get creative.” His smile faded. “This wasn’t creepy, right?”

  “Not in the least. This was hot. I think I nearly came watching you roll up your sleeves.”

  That kiss was slow, tender, gentle. “You are wearing those shoes, for now. Damn, they’re fucking hot.”

  “And FYI, if you’d kept me on my knees you could have easily had me down there a lot longer.”

  “Not too much?”

  She nuzzled his nose again. “You can always choke me on your cock like that.” She snuggled against him, her head tucked against his neck, feeling safe, feeling…contented. “You need a way to drop me head-first into subspace, start face-fucking me.”

  His breath felt warm against her scalp as he rubbed his chin against her head. “Promise me you’ll safeword, though.”

  “I will if I need to. Nothing you did tonight was even close to making me safeword.”

  “Will you stay the night?”

  “Yes, Sir, but I need to send Ron a text so he doesn’t worry.”

  “Is it weird that I want to eat snuggled in bed and watching TV for a little while?”

  “With my shoes on?”

  He snorted. “Yeah, sorry. They’re hot.”

  She looked up into his eyes. “Whatever makes Sir happy.” She palmed his cheek. “And for the record, yeah, I’d love to go to sleep tonight with my ass filled, too.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  When Elvin carried Meri into his bedroom and gently laid her on his bed, she felt small and tiny and treasured. He still hadn’t undressed. He slid her skirt off her first, leaning in to kiss her legs all the way down to her ankles as he pulled the skirt down and over her shoes.

  Yeah, she wouldn’t ask him to take the shoes off her yet. She could see the way his eyes narrowed, pleased, as his lips feathered around the ankle straps.

  He thought they were sexy and he made her feel sexy in them. If for no other reason than that, she’d keep them on.

  Wasn’t like she had to do any major walking in them or anything.

  His fingers brushed the bottom hem of her shirt. “Shirt on or off, baby?”

  “Sir’s choice.”

  “No, baby. Your choice. When I give you a choice, it means I want you to make it.”

  She traced her fingers up his sleeve, then tugged on it. “Can I wear your shirt instead?”

  He smiled and removed his tie, followed by unbuttoning his shirt. The way his gaze met and held hers as he did it was sexy as fuck. She pulled her shirt off. When he handed his over, she closed her eyes and sniffed it, loving that it felt warm from him. She put it on but didn’t button it, even though she did pull it closed in front.

  “How’s that, Sir?”

  His eyes widened. “Goddamn,” he muttered. “That’s even fucking hotter.” He pushed her legs apart and bent in, lips latching on to her clit.

  She squirmed, moaning as he played with her for a few seconds be
fore lifting his head to meet her gaze. “Good girls always get rewarded.” His head dipped again, more teasing, this time slowly swiping his tongue up and along her clit.

  Okay, then! Wearing one of his shirts like that got him hot. Good to know.

  This time he didn’t get her over, driving her nearly to the edge and nearly insane with need as he teased and tormented her. Once she started begging for it, he lifted his head again and smiled that smile.

  The smile she was quickly associating with Elvin in charge, his Dom coming out to play.

  A smile she was seeing more frequently.

  “What’ll you trade me for it, baby?”

  “Anything, Sir.”

  He grinned. “Good girl.” But he sat up and stretched, opening a nightstand drawer and grabbing a bottle of lube and…

  A butt plug.

  Not the biggest she’d ever worn, but it had been a while, and they hadn’t done any ass play yet. At least the butt plug was nearly as big as he was, and she knew if she could take it, she could take him.

  He held them up. “Still willing to do anything?”

  She nodded, squirming. “Yes, Sir.”

  He rolled her over onto her hands and knees and pushed the shirt up and out of his way. Her head dropped to the mattress when she felt his lube-coated fingers pressing against her ass. “Time for me to claim you here, too, baby.”

  He took his time and it made her even hornier. She gasped as he finally pressed the butt plug against her pucker and started slowly working it inside her. When she tried to fuck herself back against it, a stinging slap landed on her left ass cheek.

  “Hold still,” he ordered. “Didn’t tell you to do that.”

  It nearly shoved her over the edge again, but she forced herself to fall still and breathe through it, pushing as the widest part started stretching her open before her body sucked it in to the base.

  “Good girl. Stay.” He crawled out of bed, she heard the sink run, then he returned a moment later.

  He flipped her over and ate her out with her legs slung over his shoulders, not happy with making her come just once.

  Oh, when he got started, all she could do was hang on and take it like his good girl.

  When he finally sat up he wore a pleased smile. “Now we’ll eat dinner, and snuggle for a little while, and then I’ll take care of that for you before we go to sleep.”

  * * * *

  Elvin fucking loved the glazed look in her eyes as she struggled to process what he’d just said.

  And, yeah, he was dying to fuck her ass. He knew he could have done it before now, but he’d wanted to save this for tonight, their first scene together, something special to finish off the evening.

  The last thing he wanted to do tonight was interrupt their time together, so he used his phone to place an order for pizza and snuggled in bed with her, the TV on, while they waited for it to be delivered. She lay tucked against his side, not paying a damn bit of attention to the TV, either. With one leg slung over his and grinding against his thigh, her lips feathered over his chest and one hand kept sliding down toward his cock.

  He’d smile, capture her, and tug her north again. “Is my baby girl horny?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She was so fucking sexy like this. His cock strained for freedom against his shorts, which he’d swapped out his slacks for, to be ready to answer the door.

  But he wanted dinner first, because he knew after round two, he’d be ready to collapse for the evening. The past couple of weeks with her had sent his libido into overdrive, and that he wasn’t complaining about. Still, he was a few months shy of fifty, meaning he didn’t have the stamina he did in his twenties.

  The tradeoff was having a lot more brains and common sense, though. He was able to appreciate things a lot more now.

  Enough to recognize the perfection sweetly squirming in his arms.

  Once their food arrived, he brought it into the bedroom, along with glasses of tea and napkins, and they ate straight from the boxes.

  No pretenses, no pressures.

  Even better, he felt a freedom to finally be himself, to unleash and explore all the fantasies he’d had and never thought would or could come true.

  All that in her, this beautiful, sweet woman lying beside him.

  After dinner he had her go remove the butt plug and rejoin him in bed. He had another surprise for her when she returned.

  He held up the vibrator. “I’ve been shopping online.”

  She smiled and crawled up the bed to kiss him. “So I see, Sir.”

  He handed her a condom and lube. “You do it. I want to watch your face as you take me.”

  He didn’t need to ask twice. She quickly sheathed and lubed him and started impaling her ass on his cock. Her heavy-lidded gaze remained locked on his as she did. A sharp hiss escaped him.

  “Daaaamn, baby,” he hoarsely said. “That’s fuckin’ tight.”

  A sultry smile curved her lips. “Then I guess Sir’s going to have to use me there a lot.”

  “Fuuuuck.” He waited until he felt her ass settle all the way against his thighs before switching the vibrator on and holding it pressed against her clit. He reached up with the other hand and caught one pigtail to hold her in place. “Take it, baby. I know you want to be my good girl.”

  Her ass clamped down on his cock and he nearly exploded. Wave after wave of orgasms washed through her. She braced her hands against his pecs, her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned her way through every cycle of pleasure he forced from her. He knew as soon as she started moving he’d be exploding, though, so he wanted this to last.

  Everything about her, about them, felt like perfection.

  “Look at me, baby.”

  Meri finally forced her eyes open and the helpless need painted there shoved his heart full-on into love, and he damn well knew it.

  “Love you, baby.”

  “Love you, too, Sir.”

  “Give me one more, then you can start moving and get me off.”

  He felt her climb, the tension winding taut in her muscles, tendons, every bit of her bracing for the inevitable explosion. And when it unleashed, another moan escaped her before she started fucking her ass on his cock.

  And still he kept the vibrator pressed against her clit.

  Releasing her hair, his hand dropped to her hip. “That’s it, baby. I own every bit of you now, don’t I?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She threw her head back, gasping as one more small flutter rippled through her muscles and wrapped around his cock.

  That shoved him over the edge. He dropped the vibrator, grabbed her other hip, and fucked his cock up into her for the last few thrusts before falling still as he pulsed and filled the condom.

  She collapsed on top of him, sated and spent as he felt for, found, and shut off the vibrator.

  He wrapped his arms around her. “Good?”

  The way her body started shaking, trembling, at first he thought she was crying. It was only after he realized it was snickers, not sobs, that he relaxed.

  She lifted her head. “Good? Sir, that was fucking awesome.” She leaned in and kissed him, tried to sit up just for him to hold her in place to deepen, sweeten their kiss.

  “I like it when you call me Sir.”

  Her lips curved in a sexy smile. “You might have mentioned that.”

  “I want you to keep doing it.”

  Her smile faded. “Are you collaring me?”

  He nodded. “If you want it.”

  She leaned in again and this time her kiss was full of passion and heat, and if he hadn’t just nutted he’d be hard again and ready to go. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I want it.”

  * * * *

  Meredith’s heart thudded in her chest as she stared down at him.

  “Not a lot going to change right now.” He reached up and palmed her cheek. “Hope you don’t mind that, but I want to start slow. I want us to have a few rituals, but I want them to be what I want them to be, and that you’ll enjoy, too, not some
thing someone else came up with and I’m just copying. I want to find what works for us. So part of this is you being patient with me and letting me find my way through it. And I want to find a day collar for you, so that’s going to take a little bit. I want something that’s meaningful to both of us. You okay with that, not having one for now?”

  “Absolutely, Sir.”

  She loved the way his eyes crinkled at the edges when he smiled. “Yeah. You call me Sir when we’re alone. Or around Ron. He knows, so no big.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He patted her on the rump to get up, and they went into the bathroom together to clean up and grab a quick shower together. Back to bed, where he put a movie on and they snuggled together. She loved draping herself over him, the feel of his flesh against hers.

  “Rules still apply that what we do doesn’t mess with work or family. And your hard limits are still in place. But I’m in charge now, between us. Got it?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She’d hit subspace a couple of times that night, and on the back side of it she realized just how much she’d missed the sweet, cozy feel of it holding her in its depths.

  And snuggling on the back side of it, relishing the way her body felt, the good aches she knew she’d have tomorrow.

  He kissed the top of her head. “I expect you to talk to me, though. Just like I’ll talk to you. If something isn’t working for you, you need to tell me. I might want to change it, or I might have a reason for doing it.”

  “Yes, Sir.” A yawn escaped her.

  That coaxed a chuckle from him. “Go to sleep, baby girl. Love you.”

  “Love you, too, Sir.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Just before dark early on a Friday evening, Elvin had finished grading papers and was tidying up the house and looking forward to his time that weekend with Meri. This had been the best two months of his life, and one thought kept thrumming through his brain lately.

  He was pretty sure Meri was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

  Correction, not pretty sure—dead certain.