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“Will
I have to ask again?” The command in his words was clear.

“No,
Sir,” she panted, still winded and befuddled. The sweat that dripped from the
bend of her knees made the leather padding slick and allowed her to glide
easily out to comply with his demand.

There
she sat, her ass raised, thighs wide and her wet sex displayed.

“There
is no shame in the arousal that comes with the pain sensations.” The husky
timbre of his voice excited her more.

She
bit down on the inside of her bottom lip, stifling the whimper of need. She
should have felt more embarrassed by her response but she didn’t have the energy
to drum it up, nor did she want to. However, she did desire something else. A
need so carnal and dark, it caused a shudder to race through her body.  Masaun’s
touch.

Not
the gentle pressure of his hands, still resting on her stinging ass, but lower.

She
squeezed the bar tighter and focused on the ache of her rear end. That’s why
she was there, to lose herself in the pain, not for recreational pleasure.

No
sex in a scene, he’d said.

That
reminder almost made her groan.

Then
his touch was there; right where she wanted it on her clit. His caress started
out light but quickly became firmer, more concentrated. He circled her but didn’t
touch her anywhere else.

Her
pussy ached to feel the thickness of his fingers pushing inside of her. More
cream seeped out making his glide slicker.

“Ohh,”
she cried, her body starting to tighten as vibrations of her impending orgasm
quivered in her core.

“You
want to come, Kindle?”

“Yes,
Sir, yes, Sir, yes, Sir…” She couldn’t stop herself as the obedient response
tumbled uncontrolled from her lips. The edge of pleasure was too close, and out
of reach at the same time. She needed something more.

“Should
I let you come?”

Let
me come.
Would he
be cruel enough to take her to the precipice then leave her dangling there,
aching and unsatisfied? She’d taken care of herself routinely since meeting
him, and as good as that act was, it was nothing compared to the seductive
touch of a man’s sure hand.

“Please,
Sir.”

Then
it happened. Masaun scissored her clit between his strong fingers, giving her
the pressure along the side where she needed it. She wailed and moaned as the
avalanche of completion buried her under its weight. She bucked against the
bench and thrust back along his hand until the erotic waves finally subsided.

“Beautiful,
my Song Sparrow.” Then his touch was gone.

Her
head too heavy, her body humming and her mind muddled by the confounding events
of the evening, she lowered her hips once again to the bench, her breathing
even more ragged than before.

She
felt Masaun’s presence as he stepped up beside her. His hands settled on hers
for a moment; they were searing hot, then they began to gently remove her
fingers from the bar. Her grip had been so tight that she whimpered when he
lifted her hand away.

“Shh,”
he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Facing
him now, she noticed that he was shirtless. She didn’t know when he’d taken it
off, but she was too drained to do more than give it a passing glance, seeing
the sheen of sweat coating his skin.

Just
as gingerly, he aided her in rising from the bench and guided her one unhurried
step at a time to a couch in the corner. She didn’t even have the energy or
mental fortitude to try and determine what would happen next.

Once
they were there, he picked up a blanket from the arm and wrapped it around her.

A
sigh came out as the mink fabric caressed her tender backside. Masaun sat down
first on the couch then dragged her down onto his lap. Without objection, she
curled her wrapped body up against his broad chest and absorbed the strength in
his embrace. She tucked her head beneath his chin and buried her nose along his
neck.

The
moist coating on his skin didn’t bother her at all. It just made the scent of
him more intense. She could smell him now. No more subtle candy aroma like he’d
carried the first time she met him or the salty scent of the sea when he kissed
her—it was his real scent.

Robust,
sweet and peppery—like something exotic, spicy.

It
was his smell and the gentle stroking of his hand over the blanket that settled
her mind and comforted her. Her breathing began to regulate and the sting of
her cheeks didn’t go away, but felt less intense.

They
both sat silently and he rubbed her through the mink blanket from shoulder to
thighs along her side. She wasn’t sure how long they sat like that, neither did
she care. Time held no relevance or importance to her at the moment.

Now
that the intensity of the ache in her ass was subsiding to a mid-grade
throbbing, her desire was elevating, becoming paramount. Seeming no longer
satisfied with the orgasm. The need to feel Masaun inside of her had her
shaking.

“It’s
okay, Song Sparrow.” He continued to stroke her body, pulling her tighter
against him.

Song
Sparrow
. She wasn’t
sure how she felt about the name he’d apparently chosen for her. At the same
time, it warmed her heart knowing that it was something that would represent
what they shared privately between them. In some way it made her his. A thought
that should have had her leaping up and running, at least limping to the
nearest exit, but it didn’t. She just settled deeper in his embrace.

In
her position in his lap she could tell that she was not the only one affected
by the session. Below her hip, she could not misinterpret the impression of
Masaun’s hard, thick cock.

But
the man must have more self-control than she did, because he didn’t act on it.
No
sex.
Originally when he’d told her that he never had sex with a woman
during a scene, she had been relieved knowing that he was going to be focused
on helping her alleviate the mental prison of her job. Now it seemed like a
harsher punishment than the discipline he’d just executed on her ass.

Curling
his finger below her chin, he tilted her head up. His pale laurel-colored eyes assessed
hers. “How are you feeling?”

Horny.
Swallowing, she said, “My ass hurts, Sir.”

He
smiled, lighting up his eyes. “I’m sure. Tomorrow it will be a nice reminder to
keep yourself calm, separated emotionally from your case.”

Every
time I sit down.

“I
guess it’s time for you to head home. You have a full day in court tomorrow.”

She
knew he was right, yet she had no desire to rush off and leave the warmth of
the blanket and the strength and security of his arms. It was that thought that
had her struggling to her feet. She had been raised to be an independent woman.
Not needing anyone to support her financially, physically and definitely not
emotionally.

And
she’d be damned if she was going to beg a man to have sex with her.

Masaun
rose with her and removed the blanket from around her. He laid it over the arm
of the chair then escorted her out of the room.

As
she walked, there were multiple twinges in her backside, but she didn’t care,
it was time for her to go.

Back
in the vestibule, she redressed in her accessories and her coat.

“I
like taking care of my sub.” Masaun brushed her hands away when she started on
her buttons.

She
wanted to tell him she could take care of it herself, but she wasn’t sure if
still being in his house constituted them being in play time. So she remained
quiet, even his nearness and the touch of his hands through the garment causing
the desire just under the surface to build. When the backs of his knuckles
grazed her nipples as he closed the fastenings at her chest, she bit back a
moan.

Trying
to get through the moment, she closed her eyes. She didn’t miss the moment he
folded in the ends of her scarf beneath the lapels of her coat, his hand
brushing along her bare skin. A whimper escaped her lips.

Her
lids popped up as she gazed at him, wondering if he heard her. His eyes, now a
deep green over grey, were trained on hers. Neither of them moved. The
intensity grew between them.

She
wanted him to kiss her in that same maddening way he had done in the parking
lot of the restaurant.

But
he didn’t. Instead, he dropped his hands from her coat and stepped back.

Shit!
What would it take for this man to
give in to the desire she knew he was feeling?

“Are
you going to be okay to drive home?” he asked.

“Yes.”
Turning, she grabbed the door, needing to get away. Glancing briefly over her
shoulder she gave him a hasty “Thank you.”

She
didn’t hear if he replied as she rushed over the porch and down the steps. With
her chin raised, she controlled each step she took, not wanting him to see how
affected she was by his steel-clad control.

His
rejection of her.

CHAPTER seven

Watching
her crisp, sure steps along the cement path that led to his driveway, his heart
beat a fierce tempo to the rhythm of her walk. A confident sashay, accompanied
by the swinging of her enticing hips that took her further away from him,
pushed him to act.  Squeezing the doorframe, he restrained himself. He needed
to prove to himself he had self-control and show Kindle he didn’t react on the
whim of his needs.

But
every step she took, it grew harder. Maybe if he hadn’t seen the trust in her
eyes. Maybe if he hadn’t heard her breathy moans at the tail end of her screams
when he spanked her, like his own unique Song Sparrow. Maybe if he hadn’t seen
her cream coating her thighs, evidence that her pleasure/pain receptors were
aligned within her, filling the air with the scent of her desire. She was a
walking fucking dream to him.

Even
his ex, who enjoyed high levels of pain, never became as aroused as Kindle in a
scene.

He
wanted to keep whatever was happening between them sexually separate from the
BDSM services he provided for her. She wasn’t his true submissive, even though
he’d given her a scene name. Without a real date, and candlelight, pretty words
and a conversation about superficial things, he had no right to want to bury his
cock balls deep in her pussy. But he did.

Sure
as shit he did.

Maybe
if he hadn’t felt her come against his hand, his cock wouldn’t be so hard and
he’d be able to resist. But he had. And he couldn’t.

“Kindle.”

If
he wasn’t so aroused, it may have been slightly comical to see how her feet
practically skidded on the last stone of the sidewalk where it met his
driveway.

Her
body is already training itself to the command of my voice.
Like a Song Sparrow that recognized
her mate. He needed to consider giving her another name, she wasn’t
his
.

“Yes,
Sir?” She turned, facing him now.

With
the darkness and the streetlamps battling for dominance, her features were
obscured, he couldn’t read her. Maybe she had been relieved to get out of his
house, away from him.

“Come
here.”

There
was no hesitation in her strides as she crossed the distance back to him. He
stood silent as she took the steps up, then the heels of her boots were
clicking against the floor of his porch.

“Did
you want something, Sir?” she asked, now standing before him.

Beneath
the porch light and with the interior lights illuminating her features, he
could see the expectation reflected in her russet-brown eyes. Eyes filled with
a desire that matched his, making them appear as dark as bittersweet chocolate.
That wasn’t a shock to him, he’d recognized that look in her gaze as he’d held
her and the whole time he helped her dress to leave.

“Yes.
You.” Taking hold of her arms, he dragged her over the threshold and into his
arms.

He
swallowed her moans and sighs as he kissed her. Deep, hard and fast he took
pleasure from her mouth and she claimed it from him.

She
wasn’t submissive in the kiss; just as she hadn’t been when they kissed the
first time. Kindle ignited with passion like a flint to dry timber.

By
the time he was able to pull his mouth from hers, her hands were gripping his
shoulders, holding him against her.

His
breath came out in a rush as he stared down at the wondrous woman in his arms.

“I
want you, Kindle.” He paused a moment and allowed his words to sink in. “If you
have any qualms about me fucking you, this is your chance to take your sweet
ass to your car.”

“I
don’t want to leave, Sir.” Her words came out breathless, but clear.

Holding
her tightly around the waist with one arm, he sidestepped them then slammed his
front door shut.

“Masaun.
My name is Masaun.” He took a step forward and pressed her back to the door of
the closet. “Say it.”

There
was only a moment of confusion in her eyes before she said it. “Masaun.”

He
kissed her as his hands blindly worked the buttons and tie of her coat. Pulling
his lips away, he commanded, “Say it again.”

Her
beautiful body was revealed to him once again. Those mahogany-tipped nipples at
the peak of her full breasts—enough to fill his hands, but not spill over.  She
had a narrow waist, flared hips that sent his imagination into overdrive and
long, willowy legs. Her sex was smooth and hairless, save for a small triangle
at the top. He considered taking her up to his room and spending hours tasting
her, gliding his tongue around every inch of it and discovering every one of
her sensitive spots. But, not tonight—the urgency to be inside of her eclipsed
even that desire.

“Masaun.”
Her voice brought his gaze back to her eyes as her hands slid down along his bare
chest toward his pants.

The
sound of his name on her lips was feeding the tornado of need in his gut, ready
to overtake him, them. It was that fierce, all-consuming desire that had him at
this point of urgency to have her. No time to delay, or find a more appropriate
place for the first time he fucked her. It was here and now.

Kindle
seemed to be motivated by a similar beast as the two of them worked his belt
and pants to release his straining cock. She reached for it, but he grabbed her
hand and pulled it away.

Already
on edge, if he allowed her to touch him it just might be his undoing.

Slipping
his hands into her coat, he cupped her ass, feeling the warmth of her worked
flesh.

She
hissed as he hoisted her up and leaned into her.

“Now,
I want you to repeat it until you scream it.” Sandwiching her between him and
the closet door, he guided his dick into her sex.

Her
breath hitched, as the crown breached the opening of her pussy.

He
paused there, closing his eyes, and attempted to get his bearings. Just with
the tip inside of her, he felt as if the earth shifted beneath his feet.

Inhaling
deeply, he basked in her scent—cashmere, orchids and the heady, sweet musk of
her sex. He loved it all.

Leaning
forward, he kissed along the side of her neck, allowing her time to prepare
herself for what was to come, because once he started taking her, there would
be no stopping until they both found their end.

He
needed her to know it was the man not the Dom that claimed her body now. Never
before since becoming a skilled Dom had he insisted that, did he want that.
However, with Kindle he needed her to see him not only as a dominant that could
aid her in finding peace for her mind, but also as the man who could provide
the pleasure for her soul. Even as the thought scared him, he bucked forward
and buried himself in her pussy. And the world dropped from under him.

Crying
out his name, Kindle wrapped her legs around his hips, opening herself wider to
him. The soft leather of her boots pressed into his ass as he thrust in and out
of her.

Her
short nails dug into his back as she licked and nipped at his shoulder, in
between her chanting of his name.

He
enjoyed hearing the hitches and moans in her voice as he rocked into her.

The
door hinges squeaked as it bore their weight, accompanied by the slapping of
wet flesh every time their sex met overlaid with his groans and Kindle’s
iteration.

All
too soon, his balls were drawing up tight against the base of his cock. But he
fought against the need pummeling him inside, refusing to be overtaken until
Kindle had crested her own zenith.

Bending
slightly, he leaned back enough that he could slant his strokes toward the
front wall of her sex, aiming for just the right spot.

It
was evident the moment he struck gold when she tipped her head back against the
door and moaned, loud. He continued to thrust fast and hard, instituting a
fierce assault on the area, determined to push her over the cliff of pleasure
with him.

Everything
but Kindle ceased to exist around him, when the walls of her sex fisted his
shaft seconds before her hips began to shudder and buck against his.

Finally,
she screamed his name. “Masaun! Shitdon’tstop…don’t stop.”

“No
fucking way,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. Wrapping an arm around
her, he held her tight as he pressed the other hand against the door, angling
their hips away as he pounded into her, deeper.

He
heard her breath catch as he hit bottom, forced her to take all of his length,
not holding anything back. She met him thrust for thrust as she rotated her
hips against him. The pleasure of their rhythm was just right and too intense
at the same time, shoving him beyond the precipice of paradise’s gates.

With
eyes squeezed shut, he buried his face in the curve of her neck and came. The
power of it caused his knees to weaken, but he held his ground keeping them
both up.

He
wanted to carry her up to his room and lay her down in his bed for hours,
pleasing her the right way. But, he had delayed her long enough. Ravished her
mercilessly like a sex crazed animal. She’d consented to their sex. However, he
was sure she didn’t intend to be mauled and fucked hard at the entrance of his
home. He wanted to feel shame at his hasty, lustful actions, but he couldn’t
drum up the emotion. Not while she stood before him now smelling of him and
her, her coat still wide and draped over one shoulder, still displaying her
luscious body.

Tomorrow
would begin the court case that all of the state would be watching. He wanted
her to be rested and ready.

Taking
her waist, he helped her regain her footing on the floor then stepped back.
Keeping his gaze averted, he fixed his pants. Taking a breath before looking at
her, he seized the opportunity to put a leash on his desire to have her lying
beside him all night, which was greater than his need for sex. That urge was more
dangerous to him. All of this was temporary with Kindle/Song Sparrow and he had
to keep that in perspective.

Glancing
at her, he saw she took the time to straighten up her own clothing. Now she
stood staring at the back of the front door as if she was trying to keep her
mind on the best route of escape.

He
reached for her hand. “Kindle—”

She
slipped them both into her pocket before he could touch her. “I have a big day
tomorrow. I should probably go.”

Straightening
his spine, he rose to his full height and let his hand lower back to his side.
“You’re probably right.” The line between them was drawn again.

The
woman before him may have let down her guard for a brief moment of passion, but
she was still the independent, confident attorney that refused to allow herself
to need anyone.

 “I
guess I’ll see you Wednesday, right?”

“I’ll
see you home.” Bending down, he swiped her scarf that had fallen to the floor
during their torrid incident.

Taking
the item from him, she shoved it in her pocket. It was cool outside, not cold,
so she truly didn’t need it. Her not putting it on, also proved to him that she
clearly understood they were not in roles any longer.

He
shouldn’t be angry. Fuck, he was the one who had made her use his given name,
forced her to scream it as she orgasmed around his cock. However, her action
still made him want to growl and beat his chest yelling ‘Me Tarzan. You Jane.’
No matter how barbaric and Neanderthal the thought was. He wanted his claim on
her.

“It
isn’t necessary, but I’m doing it.” Grabbing the handle, he yanked it wide,
practically ripping his front door from its hinges. “Let’s go,” he commanded,
letting her know clearly by his tone that he wasn’t accepting any arguments.

Her
nostrils flared and she eyed him with one of her bold gazes, but she still
turned and marched out of the door before him. Anger echoed in the harsh strike
of her booted heels on the concrete.

Opening
the closet he grabbed a windbreaker and put it on to cover his bare chest. He
snatched his keys from the hook beside his door. Following her path, he pressed
the button on his fob that would activate his garage door as he moved to his
vehicle inside.

She
unlocked her car then got in. Moments later she was backing down his driveway.
Kindle didn’t stop to wait for him, but neither did she speed off.

Soon
he was driving closely behind her down the calm streets from Virginia Beach to
Norfolk. One thought continued to rattle his mind; Wednesday was coming and by
then he needed to have his shit together.

He
needed to designate a spot for Kindle in his life and leave her there. No more
playing both sides of his psyche. A divided man was a vulnerable man. He wasn’t
willing to risk it.

~YH~

Kindle
awoke in the pre-dawn hours. She felt refreshed and energized. She couldn’t
recall one dream, or nightmarish-type visions like she normally was plagued
with during then night. It was as if her mind had agreed with her body that she
just wanted and needed to shut down.