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  With a silent curse he stopped himself. He wouldn’t allow his thoughts to go beyond sleeping with Heather. He couldn’t be trusted to dominate her. He’d lost his touch. He wasn’t going to take the risk.

  He moved his hand from her arse cheek to the split in the middle and pressed. Her reaction to the light pressure was immediate. A moan and a slight push back against his finger.

  “What do you want, Heather? Tell me.” The tone in his voice shocked him.

  “You. Everything.”

  His shock lessened as he reveled in her incoherence. “Watch. We’re nearing the end.”

  Roger’s hand continued to stroke Leo’s cock as he used his other hand to play with the plug. The sub squirmed and groaned, moving his mouth in an effort to get out the words he couldn’t formulate. Jason watched as the Dom whispered in Leo’s ear. The sub’s moans went straight to Jason’s own cock. He couldn’t hear the words, but Leo’s need shone bright. Heather’s whimpers as she watched the sub’s exquisite suffering were a delight.

  The Dom raised his voice. “Ten strokes, Leo. You’re going to count them for me. When you reach ten, you’ll come. No sooner and no later. And if you miss one, you won’t come at all. Understand?”

  “Yes, please, God. Yes, I understand. Please.”

  Heather’s body shook against his, her head resting against his chest and the tip of her tongue visible through her parted lips. Jason drank in the sound of her panting.

  “Watch.” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Leo’s so beautiful when he comes.”

  He lifted his own gaze back to the scene. Roger matched the movements of his hands, assaulting the sub’s arse in the same rhythm as his cock. Leo squirmed, trying to move toward the friction. His groans grew louder and louder as he counted down the numbers. “Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven— I can’t. Too much. Please…” Leo’s shouts sounded desperate.

  “Six. Five. Four. Three. Oh God. Two.”

  The tension in the room was palpable. The whole audience held their collective breath as Roger stopped his hands for just one second before plunging the plug back into Leo with force. “One!” The sub went rigid as his cock jumped and started pumping. “Yes…oh yes.” He wasn’t shouting anymore, his voice barely a whisper yet perfectly audible. When he came down from his high and dropped his head, Roger’s arms came around the young man and he held him as assistants hurried to release him from his bonds.

  Jason’s attention flew back to Heather. For a moment he’d been distracted, too caught up in the spectacle. Now he was fully aware of the woman again. She’d all but collapsed against him, panting. He turned her around and looked into her glazed eyes.

  “That’s how I want to make you feel.”

  “Yes.” Her answer was soft and breathless and completely heartfelt.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Strip.”

  The voice coming from behind took her by surprise. For a moment Heather had no idea where she was or how she’d gotten there. She remembered the men, the beautiful young sub, his orgasm. Her vagina spasmed.

  “Heather. Strip for me.”

  She moved her hands to the top button on the front of her dress, opened it with trembling fingers. She thought back to the moment when she’d more or less collapsed against Jason.

  Jason. The voice was his and he was behind her, waiting while she undressed. She tried to make her clumsy fingers go faster, the need to do as he said overwhelming her. The buttons were too tiny, the holes too small. She’d worn the wrong dress. She sighed with relief when the dress was loose enough to slip over her hips to the bedroom floor.

  “Pick it up and fold it away.”

  “Yes.” She wanted to turn around and look at him but knew better. Bending forward, she reached for the dress. She could picture what Jason saw right now. Her legs would appear longer than they were in her heels, her muscles were straining and her arse pushed out in his direction.

  “Beautiful.” He tried to disguise it, but she could hear the excitement in his voice, could feel it enhance her own. “Now your bra. No, don’t turn around.”

  With shaking hands, she released the hooks. Freeing her breasts was both torture and a delight. They were heavy and heated. Her already hard nipples contracted further as air brushed over them. A soft moan escaped her lips.

  “Like that, my girl?”

  His voice had a teasing note, but she heard something else as well. She had to be wrong. There wouldn’t be any insecurity in his voice, surely not.

  “I want you to touch yourself and tell me how wet you are.”

  The movement was automatic. Her hand touched her panties and investigated the dampness.

  “Tell me, Heather.”

  “I’m wet through. I’m so hot and sensitive and…”

  “Take them off.”

  She knew exactly what he wanted and obliged. Hands on her hips, she gripped the slim piece of material and pushed them down, shimmying as she went. She listened for his reactions and a flash of triumph ran through her when she heard his hard intake of breathe. Sure in the knowledge he couldn’t see her face, she smiled as she made sure her arse was up in the air when she stepped out of her panties.

  “You realize I can see both sides of you, don’t you girl?”

  “What?”

  She glanced up and for the first time noticed the full-length mirror in front of her. She stared at herself. Naked except for her hold-up stockings and her heels she looked… She couldn’t deny it. She did look sexy. She looked exactly as she felt—ready, hungry, needy, open.

  Shifting her eyes, she glanced at the man behind her. Fully clothed, with his hands behind his back and a closed expression on his face, he looked exactly like the Dom she’d imagined he would be. The Dom he hadn’t allowed her to see yet. The thought was enough for her to lower her gaze again.

  “That’s it. Keep them down.” Jason’s voice sounded breathless. “I want you to walk to that chair and put your hands on the armrest.”

  Her movements felt lazy. Slowly, as if her limbs were too heavy, she moved to the chair. She placed her hands as directed and automatically spread her legs to take the strain off the muscles in her thighs.

  “God, woman, you’re beautiful.” Heather loved hearing the appreciation in Jason’s voice. How wonderful to be admired again. She’d forgotten how much she loved being looked at. She thrived on people enjoying the sight of her body. And how much better when the man looking at her couldn’t quite disguise the heat in his voice.

  Heather heard movement behind her, felt his presence close to her needy body. She wanted to look up, catch his image in the mirror, but stopped herself. She took a deep breath and waited. She was in a good place. She was safe. This was who she was. She’d found herself again. Tonight she might lose herself, float away for the first time in two years.

  His hand on her arse was soft as he stroked her. “So soft yet so firm. You’re body drives me crazy.”

  His voice. It traveled through her body. From her ears to her nipples and down, teasing her belly, settling in her vagina. She needed something, anything. “Jason. Please.”

  “That’s it. Beg for it.” His hand continued stroking her arse. Moving from side to side, his fingers slipped into her crack, touched her tiny hole and moved on again.

  “Did you like that, Heather? Did you enjoy seeing the plug entering Leo? Did you imagine it planted inside your own arse?”

  “Yes.” She wanted to say more. Beg him to give her more. She needed to be claimed and couldn’t find the words.

  “No toys tonight.” His voice took on a teasing tone. “All you’re getting is my hands, my cock, my tongue, my body. Think it will be enough?”

  His hands, cock, tongue, body. The words sang through her head. God yes it would be enough. It might be too much. She wanted it.

  “Answer me. Think I will be enough?”

  “Yes…Jason.”

  She’d almost slipped in the word ‘Sir’ and wasn’t sure what had stopped her. So
mething deep inside her warned her not to go there.

  “You’re enough, Jason. I want you. Please, just please.”

  “Spread those legs wider for me. I need more access.”

  Her legs shook as she moved them farther apart. The strain on her thighs was unbearable and exquisite at the same time. His hand moved again, making its way down her arse toward the need. When his fingers made contact with the wetness pooling between her legs, she groaned out loud.

  “Yes.”

  The word escaped her as a sigh. She didn’t care how desperate she might sound. She wanted him to know how needy she was. She yearned for him to act on it.

  His fingers were too light, too soft. She needed friction and he wasn’t giving her any.

  His breath brushing her ear surprised Heather. His words barely penetrated her fevered mind.

  “I saw how you reacted to orgasm denial. You loved it so much I have to give it to you now. You’ve left me no choice.” His voice got lower again. “You’re going to wait for my permission.”

  No. She whimpered, wasn’t sure if she had objected out loud or not. She needed to come. She’d explode if she didn’t. His fingers were torturing her as they slid between her wet folds, spread her juices and ignored her throbbing clit. She couldn’t help herself and rocked her hips until one firm hand stopped her.

  “Oh no, you don’t. You’re going to stand still and take it.”

  His voice sent shivers down her spine. The combination of heat and control intoxicated her. She gripped the armrest harder, tried to focus on standing still while his hands tortured her with pure pleasure.

  Oh God, what was wrong with him? He shouldn’t be doing this and yet he couldn’t stop himself. He had to find a way to keep himself under control.

  You love doing this. You were made to do this. The voice in the back of his mind wouldn’t stay quiet. It tempted him to go further, to get out his toys, and find out exactly how much Heather could take. He ignored it. No toys, no pain. Just this. His control over the beautiful, receptive, woman. His voice, his touch, her pleasure and, ultimately, both their satisfaction.

  She was wet. He dropped his hand, slid it over the inside of her thigh and rejoiced in the dampness. He’d done that. He’d brought her to these heights despite having written himself off. He brought his hand back up and brushed across her clit. A sharp intake of breath, a low moan and a tensing in her shoulders were his reward. He glanced down at her legs. The muscles were quivering but she stood still, just as he’d demanded. She was so good. Too good for you. The voice in his head had changed its tune and these words were much harder to ignore.

  He increased the pressure on her clit and listened to her voice. There were no words. He thought he heard fragments of his name, was sure she whispered please once or twice.

  “Remember. I don’t want you to come.”

  Her head and her legs were shaking. Her hands were a deadly white from the grip she had on the chair. Her breath came out in one continuous moan. He could feel it when she neared the point of no return. It wouldn’t take much more to make her come, with or without his permission. He brought her just a little bit further, watched as her back started to arch and withdrew his hands.

  “No. Please. No.”

  She sounded close to tears.

  “Please, Jason. Please, Sir.”

  He nearly stepped back. Sir. He was nobody’s Sir. He didn’t deserve the title. For a moment he thought she knew what she’d done. Her body stilled and she seemed to be holding her breath.

  “Please, Jason. Please don’t stop. I need this. I need you.”

  Her voice contained a trace of uncertainty before it trailed off.

  He couldn’t stop. Not now. None of this was her fault. He wasn’t mean enough to punish her for his shortcomings. He reached for her breasts. They were perfect, slightly bigger than a handful. He stroked the soft skin, skimmed the tips of his fingers around her nipples and felt her body relax again. He loved touching her and would be happy to do it forever.

  He brought his face to her neck, inhaled her smell and loved the soft brush of her hair against his cheek. He couldn’t resist and licked, just below her ear and enjoyed the shiver it sent through her. Keeping his mouth and teeth busy on her neck and earlobe, he used his fingers to pinch her nipples. They were stiff and pointed. She groaned and moved her arse back, pushing it against his crotch. His cock was rock hard in his pants. He knew he should stop her from moving and punish her for her disobedience, but it felt too good. Just a little bit longer.

  “I clearly remember telling you not to move.”

  He lifted one of his hands and slapped her arse. Shit. No. He wasn’t doing this. The sharp intake of breath and the low moan betraying her pleasure didn’t change anything. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t go there. He couldn’t go there.

  Concentrate on the girl.

  He moved his hands back to her breasts and pulled her nipples. “Like the pain, do you, beautiful?” When he pinched her nipples he made sure to use his nails.

  “Jason, please. I can’t. My legs.”

  He loved the need in her voice. He would have drawn this sensuous torture out forever, if only he trusted himself. “Please what? Tell me. Ask me for it.”

  “I want you, Jason. Please, I need you inside me.”

  He’d thought his cock was as hard as it could get. He’d been wrong. “Want me to fuck you?”

  Her breathing quickened again. “Yes, please.”

  He almost missed her next words.

  “Hard. Fuck me hard.”

  Taking a step back, he took a moment to just look at her. With her legs trembling and her arse up in the air, waiting for his attention, she was so beautiful. He pulled a condom from his pocket before discarding his shoes and trousers. When he was covered, he stepped closer again.

  “How do you want me?”

  “Hard. Deep.”

  She sounded as needy as he felt. Deep and hard inside her he could give her without reservations. But this time he wanted to make it last. He wanted it slow and long and, yes, torturous. He wanted to tease both of them. But most of all, he wanted her even more needy, begging, squirming for him. Even if he couldn’t get himself to make her submit to him, he wanted to see how far she’d allow him to go, how much she would give him.

  He couldn’t look at her enough, standing there, shaking with her desperate need for him. She was just the right height in those shoes.

  “Bend forward a bit more, Heather. Open yourself up for me.”

  Her obedience was instant. She moved and her wet cunt almost touched his cock. He put his hands on her hips. A slight push forward had the tip of his cock between her folds. It took all his restraint, but he stopped himself from pushing in all the way.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Heather. I’m going to fuck you hard and you’re going to continue holding on to your orgasm. You’re going to stop yourself from coming until I tell you differently. Think you can do that?”

  Jason’s cock registered the moment she tensed.

  “I, Jason. I’m not…” She relaxed again, a moan escaping her lips. “Yes, yes, I can. Please, just fuck me.”

  Oh yes, he looked forward to torturing both of them. Excruciatingly slowly, Jason pushed his full length into her warmth. When his balls connected with her body, he stopped and squeezed her hips, reminding her to keep still.

  “Feel me, Heather. Do you feel how hard I am for you? Do you know what you do to me? Just your smell, the way you smile, your soft lips, your teasing tongue. They drive me crazy, make me hard whenever I’m around you.”

  Her vagina contracted around his cock in reaction to the sound of his voice. Ever so slowly he withdrew his cock until only his tip remained inside her and stopped moving again. Her frustrated groan was music to his ears. He loved all the noises she made and her total lack of shame about making her needs known. With one hard push, he entered her again. No more softly, softly. As soon as he was in, he withdrew. Pushing and pulling hard and
furious a few times before coming to a complete stop again. At this rate he’d be driving himself as crazy as he wanted to make her.

  “I’m going to move my hands, Heather and you’re going to remember to keep still. Just stand there and take everything I give to you.”

  Heather shook her head from side to side but her answer was a soft and panted “Yes.” God, who needed toys or ropes or any other implement if you had a woman this willing to hand over control? His hands found her breasts again and cupped them, squeezing her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Her reaction was immediate, a moan and a sharp contraction around his cock. But she didn’t try to move her body.

  Continuing to tease and torture her beautiful and heavy breasts with his hands, he introduced nails to her nipples before starting to move again. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep going. His plan had been to draw this out, bring her to the edge a few more times only to bring her down again before allowing either of them to come. With his own need building faster than he’d expected, he couldn’t wait. He needed that release, needed to hear her, see her, feel her come. One hand came down and found her clit. He rubbed the swollen ball of sensitivity in time with his ever hardening thrusts into her heat.

  “Jason, too much. I can’t, Jason, please.”

  Oh how rewarding to hear Heather pleading. It brought him closer to the edge. He loved hearing her ask, no beg, for what he, only he, could give her. Just a little longer. He didn’t want it to stop. He wanted to stay right here all night. Just at this moment, feeling these sensations, hearing her pleas in his ear. This had to be as close to heaven as he could ever hope to come.

  Now. He needed to come right…

  “Now, Heather. Come with me now.”

  She was shaking, squeezing him, moving with him. His balls contracted so hard it almost hurt and his release shot through him while Heather’s vagina milked his cock with her own uncontrollable contractions. Heaven.

  When he slipped out of her, Heather all but collapsed. Somewhere he found the strength to pick her up and carry her to his bed. As soon as he’d gotten rid of the condom, he fell down on the bed beside her and gathered her in his arms.