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  “Or don’t,” he teased. “Your choice.”

  He left her in control of the game. She determined what happened next. Elias stepped away from the bed and pulled a chair over. Sitting, he watched as she struggled to minimize her movements, calm her breathing.

  It was a fruitless task. She was too aroused to hold still, desperate to close her legs, to find some way to soothe her pulsating pussy muscles.

  She was empty. And hungry.

  That thought caused her back to arch. A pool of wax ran down to splash the bottom of her breasts. She cried out.

  Elias stood and ran an affectionate hand along her cheek.

  “It hurts,” she whispered.

  Elias frowned. “The wax?”

  She shook her head. “I need you. Please. I can’t take any more.”

  He leaned over her, placing a hard, deep kiss on her lips. Though he didn’t speak, she knew he felt the same pulsing pain.

  “Elias.”

  “You can always take more.”

  A lone tear trickled down the side of her face.

  He kissed it away. Then he took pity on her. “I need to clean you up first.”

  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, wondering if she could persuade him to let that part wait.

  One look at Elias’ face proved that, while he was in pain too, he wouldn’t be dissuaded from his plan. He was always in control. It was an intoxicating thought, but she wondered what it would be like to see him slip free from the leash just once. Part of her longed to be the woman who could make him give up that hard-earned restraint.

  He blew out the votive on her stomach and carefully pried it loose, taking care not to spill any more wax.

  Without the blindfold to hinder her vision, she could see what she’d only heard him setting up before. She glanced at his bedside table, surprised by the different candles and instruments now sitting there. Elias was clearly no stranger to wax play.

  “The candles are made of paraffin,” he explained as he cleaned up. “They’re the safest type to use. Regular store-bought candles can cause serious burns.” He studied her face. “You liked it.”

  She nodded. “So much.”

  She was glad he’d removed the blindfold. She hadn’t realized how much she relied on her ability to see his face to read his mood. He was pleased by her answer. She started to smile. Until he picked up a knife.

  Her fear must have shown.

  “I’m not into blood play, Jayne. I’m simply using this to scrape away the wax.”

  He dipped the knife in cool water. She trusted him implicitly, but when he moved the sharp blade closer to her skin, she closed her eyes.

  He chuckled, then carefully began peeling away the wax. The cleanup process took almost as long as the waxing. Through it all, Jayne struggled to remain still, her body aching to be taken.

  Once she was completely wax-free, Elias untied her and gently lifted her from the bed. He placed her on the loveseat and told her to relax. Bending, he turned on the gas fireplace so she wouldn’t get cold. He hadn’t exaggerated about keeping her naked in his house. “I’m going to tidy up. Don’t move.”

  She didn’t have the strength to lift her little finger. She felt boneless, yet her skin was so hypersensitive, she suspected a slight breeze would set her off like a rocket. For several minutes, she lay in a sort of trance, watching the flames as Elias moved around the room.

  At last, he returned. And he was gloriously naked. If she hadn’t been so shattered—equal parts exhaustion and excitement—she would have enjoyed that fact more, taking the time to study his muscles, the slight smattering of hair on his chest, the surprising peek of a tattoo on his upper arm.

  Picking her up, he carried her to the bed and she relished his gentle care. He’d drawn the covers and she shivered slightly when the chill of the silk sheets touched her overheated body.

  “Shh,” he whispered, the sound doing little to calm her. “I’m right here.”

  “I need you so much.”

  He crawled over her, caging her body beneath his. “Are you on birth control?”

  “I’m on the Pill.” She’d been on it since her senior year in high school and, despite her long drought, hadn’t let the prescription lapse. She was nothing if not an eternal optimist.

  “Good. I’m not putting anything between us, but that’s not a command. That’s simply my wish. If you want me to wear a condom, I will.”

  She shook her head and he kissed her, but not a hit and run. He took his time, pushing her lips open, dipping his tongue inside to let her taste the slight tang of Scotch on his breath.

  He was delicious. And he was hers. Even if only for a few nights more. It was all she dared to allow herself. His kisses were too sweet, too addictive. She ran a serious risk of drifting into the deep end and that was something that couldn’t happen. She’d drown for sure.

  Jayne wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his body lower, wanting to feel him pressed against her. From head to toe, they were connected, together.

  She parted her legs and Elias was there, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance.

  He broke the kiss and captured her gaze. Neither of them looked away as he pushed inside.

  She’d been too close to the fire for hours. The moment he was lodged to the hilt, she felt the familiar rumblings, the tingles shooting down her spine.

  “Oh God,” she gasped. It was too quick, too soon. A tear trickled down her cheek.

  Elias didn’t move as her orgasm took over despite her efforts to still it. “Let it go, Jayne. Time to stop fighting.”

  She trembled, her fingers digging into his shoulders. No force of nature could have held the climax at bay. Her back arched and Elias took advantage, bending his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.

  The sensual action triggered another, smaller climax. During it all, Elias held perfectly still within her body. At last, wrung dry, Jayne collapsed, feeling unsophisticated and foolish.

  One thrust. Had she really come after just one thrust?

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  Elias shook his head. “You really don’t get it yet, do you?”

  She frowned, uncertain what he was talking about. “I don’t understand what—”

  “You’re incredible, Jayne.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Yeah right. In case you failed to notice, I went off like a bottle rocket there. Immediately.”

  “You followed my command. I told you not to come until I was inside you. You fought your arousal for hours in order to give me that gift.”

  “But you didn’t—”

  “No, but I’m going to. And you’re going to do it again.” With that promise made, Elias lifted his hips until his cock was almost completely out. Then he slammed inside once more, triggering nerve endings Jayne would have thought too numb to respond.

  She was wrong. “Holy shit.”

  Elias continued to pump his hips against hers, driving deeper and faster on each return. His hands cupped her ass, lifting her to meet his glorious blows. Jayne saw flashes of light. She tried to resist, but her body was finished listening to her. From now on, it answered to a higher authority.

  Elias.

  “Ohmigod. Ohmigod!” Her body shook hard as another climax attacked. She grasped the sheet below her, seeking purchase, anything to ground her. It was pointless. She took flight, soaring into heaven, but this time Elias didn’t stop or allow her a chance to recover.

  He pummeled harder, his thick cock driving her further than she’d ever thought possible. Her brain turned to mush, her bones dissolved.

  “I can’t.” They were the only words she could produce.

  Elias pulled out as she spoke them and she felt instant remorse.

  She clenched his arms, trying to drag him back. “No! Wait! You.”

  His determined look told her he wasn’t finished yet. He gripped her hips in firm hands and turned her facedown on the bed. “Lift that ass,” he commanded, pun
ctuating the demand with a short, sharp slap.

  She responded, her body finding its second wind in an instant. His hand pressed against the back of her head when she started to rise. “No, keep your head down.”

  His tone sounded different, sterner. It occurred to her she hadn’t been the only person holding back tonight. This powerful man felt right, and she suspected she was only beginning to get a glimpse of Elias’ true nature. She responded to it, wanted more.

  Keeping her head against the pillow, she remained on bent knees, well aware that there was very little below her waist she wasn’t putting on display for him.

  Elias didn’t immediately return to fucking her. She should have known better. While she’d come three times in a matter of minutes, Elias was still in control of her body…and his. The tension in his grip told her that denial was costing him. Even so, he wasn’t finished driving her out of her mind with lust and arousal.

  Her gaze followed his progress as he bent forward slightly and reached into the nightstand drawer. More lube. The man was a veritable sex shop. She liked it.

  He uncapped the tube and spread some of the gel on his finger. She knew what was coming. He’d broached this area briefly in the bar on Thursday night. Elias was a man who took what he wanted and her ass seemed to reside fairly high on that list.

  “I’ve never really…” She hated always having to admit how green she was.

  “You know what to say if you don’t want it.”

  “Oh no,” she said quickly. “That’s not what I meant.”

  “Shhh. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

  As easily as that, the anxiety evaporated. Her fear, her nervousness, everything melted away. “I know.” The words escaped on a whisper, but Elias had heard.

  He gently stroked her ass cheek. Then his finger appeared. Slowly he worked it inside her tight anus. She tried to relax, struggled to regulate her breathing, but the sensations were too new. While it pinched, it also felt strangely good, sensual, dirty.

  Elias pressed deeper as she arched her back to allow him easier access.

  “God, Elias.”

  In mere moments, he’d taken her from comatose to wide awake, her body thrumming with arousal once more. He was a miracle worker.

  Once his finger was fully lodged, he expanded on the exploration, thrusting it in and out, slowly building the pace until he was finger-fucking her ass with almost reckless abandon. It drove her wild and she began thrashing on the bed, wishing it was his cock filling the tight space.

  “No!” she yelled when he removed his finger. She’d been dangerously close to coming again, something she wouldn’t have thought possible. In the past, she’d never managed more than one orgasm in a night and generally she helped her lovers along by stimulating her own clit. It was her fail-safe.

  She didn’t need it with him. Elias was provoking her to climax, finding hot spots she didn’t know existed.

  He added more lube to her ass and returned with two fingers. The tautness was almost unbearable, but that thought vanished when he pushed his cock back into her hungry pussy.

  She’d read lots of erotic stories where the women experienced double penetration, but none of them had prepared her for this invasion.

  Too many sensations—pain, bliss, pinching, tingles, aching need—ganged up on her at once. Elias didn’t give her time to adjust. Instead he simply took.

  And gave.

  His cock pounded inside her harder than before as he mimicked that powerful thrusting with the fingers in her ass.

  Soon, she was screaming. Crying. Begging him to stop. Pleading for more. She’d never felt so overwhelmed. Or happy.

  When he reached up with his free hand to grasp her hair, tugging on the long strands until she saw stars, she knew she was a goner.

  Her body jerked and, mercifully, Elias joined her this time. Jets of come filled her as they yelled out their releases. And then world went black for several minutes.

  When Jayne opened her eyes again, Elias was standing beside the bed, looking at her with such adoration, she thought she’d cry at the beauty of it.

  “I ran a bath for us. Thought we could clean up and rest a bit before round two.”

  She frowned. “Did I pass out?”

  Elias chuckled. “More likely you fell asleep from exhaustion, but let’s go with the fainting idea. Makes me sound like a stud.”

  She didn’t even have the energy to laugh, though she certainly wanted to. Elias picked her up and she went willingly, knowing she was too weak to make the short trek to the bathroom on her own.

  Elias stepped over the rim of the tub, sitting down and adjusting her between his legs as he went. Her back rested against his warm chest. She wondered if she’d ever been anywhere more perfect.

  “That’s better,” Elias said, releasing a long sigh. The water obviously felt good to him too.

  “Quite a workout,” she teased.

  He nipped her shoulder playfully. “You can say that again.”

  “You sure you’re up for more later? I mean, I can go home early if you need to rest. I figure a man your age—”

  Jayne couldn’t finish her joke as Elias’ fingers prodded against her sides, tickling her. “Bear in mind, Blue Eyes, that you gave out before I did.”

  She laughed then cried uncle. “You’re right. I did.”

  “Does the age thing really matter so much? You’ve mentioned it a couple of times.”

  She turned to face him, shaking her head. “I guess I thought it did. For a long time I sort of consoled myself over this never happening because of it.”

  “Consoled yourself?” Elias’ smile proved he liked her comment.

  She rolled her eyes, more at herself than him. She was letting it all hang out again, giving away too much. “The girls teased me about my crush on you.”

  Elias winced. “Yeah. I know. When they put that description to it, it makes me feel like a dirty old man.”

  She leaned closer and kissed him. “I’m thirty years old, for God’s sake. There’s nothing wrong with this. But just for the record, you are dirty.”

  He cupped her face. “Was tonight okay for you?”

  She could see the concern in his eyes and she longed to drive it away. “Gee. I don’t know. I mean I only came, what? Four, five times?” She feigned a long-suffering sigh. “I guess it was okay.”

  He chuckled. “You’re a smartass.”

  She was oddly flattered by his comment. “Actually I think Stephanie classifies as the smartass. I’m the quiet one, remember?”

  “I find it hard to pigeonhole people into such neat little boxes. All of us are a mixture of different character traits. While you have a quiet nature, you are also funny, unpredictable and a smartass.”

  He was right. Everyone had different sides. She was pleased by his descriptions. “And you’re intelligent, soft-spoken, demanding and sexy as hell.”

  He winked. “I like that sexy part.”

  “Thought you would. Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to go to Stephanie’s wedding with me next month. I know you were already invited, but I was thinking maybe we could…” She let her words fade away and cursed her ill-advised request. She’d very firmly said this would be a short-term engagement. Now here she was, just a few hours in and asking for more.

  Elias hesitated for a moment and she quickly tried to fill the silence. “Never mind. It was a silly idea. I just—”

  “I would love to be your date for the wedding, Jayne.”

  A wave of relief suffused her. “You would? I mean, I know we said we’d limit this to just a few nights, so if you’d rather…” God. Why couldn’t she leave well enough alone?

  “I know what you said, but I told you I wanted more. If you’d prefer to simply go as friends, we can do that. We’re both going to be there anyway. Seems silly for us to go in separate cars since I intend to monopolize you at the reception for every dance, then try to lure you back here afterward for sex either way.”

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nbsp; “I’m a terrible dancer.”

  “I’ll teach you. And for the record, the wedding does not count as one of my five nights. Now turn around and relax. I obviously didn’t do a very good job tonight fucking you senseless. You’re still thinking too much.”

  She let him direct her back to her original position and her worries about her foolishness in inviting him to the wedding soon faded. As happy as she was about Jarod and Stephanie getting married, she’d secretly been dreading the actual ceremony. All her friends were happy and in love and the idea of going to the wedding stag had seemed too unbearable to consider. She was tired of being the lone single person in a room full of lovers.

  Going with Elias to the wedding was the answer to a prayer. She wouldn’t be the wallflower bridesmaid. There would be someone to sit next to at dinner and someone to dance with during all those long, slow romantic songs. She imagined Elias was probably a smooth dancer. She closed her eyes and pictured it. He’d take her hand, lead her to the floor and pull her close. She loved the strength in his arms, the way he would no doubt use it to guide her gently to the music.

  She sighed slowly, her contentment giving away to anxiety. She wasn’t sure she could handle this. All she wanted was to take Elias’ lessons in BDSM, revel in the intense sex, let him fill up the empty parts of her and then walk away.

  Walk away.

  That was the one part she feared she wouldn’t manage.

  Jayne tried to let the hot water soothe her aching muscles. He’d exposed and worked parts of her body previously undiscovered. As she rested in his arms, her mind drifted to places she wasn’t completely ready to acknowledge.

  Physically, she was exhausted, but it was more than that leaving her drained. She was tired of denying something that had been hiding within her for years. She was a submissive and she loved everything they’d done together, but how was she supposed to reconcile that part of her with the person she wanted to be? The two pieces simply didn’t fit.

  Regardless of Elias’ assurances he only wanted her obedience in the bedroom, she was terrified that dominance would drift outside those confines. How could it not? Elias was intelligent, powerful, a natural leader, and she was in serious danger of falling under his spell.