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  “Oh yes.” Her gaze settled on the bidet, and for a moment his muscles tensed. Jo had thrown a fit when she first noticed it, accusing him of all sorts of perversions, some of which Tom had never before considered in connection with the high-end device common in Europe but not often found in American homes.

  “You like the bidet?” he asked.

  Selina’s whole face lit up when she smiled. “I love it. Had one installed last year at my house. How about you?”

  “It comes in handy sometimes.” Reaching under the foam from the jets, Tom found and cupped Selina’s ass cheek. “For cleaning places that are hard to get to.” Like assholes, he thought, wondering if Selina might be into enemas as well as douches.

  “Mmmm. You’re right about that. Do you use it yourself or just save it for your guests?” When she began to slide her hand beneath his hip, he caught her wrist, laid her hand on his thigh.

  The idea of her playing with him that way made him a little nervous. “You don’t need to do that, Selina.”

  “But what if I want to? What if I know it will bring you pleasure?”

  Tom studied her, and for some reason Eli’s words came back to him. “You might have to get down on your knees and beg.” Maybe a key to gaining Selina’s full confidence was to let her exercise her familiar Domme routine in a controlled way. Besides, from his experience in a few ménage scenes, he knew as well as Selina that anal play could bring him pleasure, too, along with the uncomfortable, out-of-control feeling he had never been able to overcome completely.

  “Then please me,” he said, letting her wrist go but moving his own fingers more deeply, eliciting a moan from her as he demonstrated that he still held the reins. Following his lead, she found his anus and ringed it, applying enough pressure to start him on the way to another hard-on. “Did you ever take a plug…or another man’s cock here?”

  Tom had, in ménage scenes, but he hadn’t been able to relax and get into the scenes, and wasn’t too fond of where this conversation seemed to be leading. Still, he couldn’t deny she knew how to stimulate him and how to position her finger once she worked it up his ass to massage his prostate. “Maybe. Stop it, honey, or you’re going to make me come again. And I’m saving that for you.” Shifting his hand, he worked first one finger then two up her ass and began to stretch the tight hole by splaying then closing his fingers. “Here.”

  “Two can do that,” she said, her breathing shallow and fast. When she slid in a second finger and began to pump them, his cock came to full attention. “I think I want that vibrating plug up your ass while you fuck mine.”

  “If you ask me nicely, I just might allow that.” He could tell the constant subtle reminders were having an effect on her. That hesitation, as if she’d expected more censure, was followed by a pleasing flush as she reacted positively to his firm reminder that he was in the one in control. She wanted a Dom—he was sure of it. Some bastard had apparently taught her not to trust. He’d have to work on that. Tom wasn’t intimidated by a high-maintenance woman—at least not one who engaged his mind and body like this one. “Want to do it in here? Now?”

  “Oh, yes. You do know how to get a woman hot. Stand up.” When he did, she removed her fingers from his ass and grabbed the butt plug. “Where are the condoms?”

  He stepped out of the tub, reached between two plants and opened a drawer. “Here. One for the plug and one for me,” he said, handing her one of the two foil packets he’d fished out. “Go ahead, honey, get your jollies. Unless you want to…” Gesturing toward the bidet, he held his breath until she took his hand and stepped out of the tub.

  “I’d love to. You first, though. That is, if you don’t mind.”

  “Can’t say I mind at all. Do your worst.” The feeling of the warm spray tickling his ass was surprisingly sensual, yet not as much so as when he changed places with her and watched her struggle to maintain self-control while she cleansed herself the way he’d just done. If he hadn’t felt his cock throbbing, he wouldn’t have believed it could have gotten so hard so soon, considering he’d come twice in the past two hours or so. But it was, and his balls felt hot and tight. The head of his cock swelled around the PA ring, so much so he dreaded removing it, but maybe… He stuck his finger through the ring, wiggled it at her. “Want me to take this out?”

  Her agile tongue went out as if to lick off the pearl of lubrication that glistened around the ring. “Leave it in. I’ve never taken a cock with a ring that thick—not up the ass, anyway. Bend over while I’m cleaning up, and I’ll give you this.” The butt plug already wore a lubricated condom, Tom noticed as he spread his ass cheeks for Selina’s pleasure. It wasn’t just any woman he’d let put something up his ass, but somehow he liked the thought of Selina claiming him as he intended to claim her. “Eager, are you?” she asked, her tone teasing.

  He didn’t know about eager, at least as it applied to having his ass fucked by his own butt plug, but his cock apparently could hardly wait to ream Selina’s tight, dark hole. It would already be as warm as his own from the same sort of internal cleansing. When she pressed the tip of the plug against his anal sphincter, he made a conscious effort to relax and enjoy the unfamiliar invasion.

  “Take it easy, lover. For a big guy you’re awfully tight here, but I’m going slow.” She went down on her knees behind him, pushed the first narrow bump of the graduated bead plug inside then paused. Tom inhaled deeply when the next one popped inside. “Can you take it all?”

  “Yeah. I can take it.” The stretching feeling as she inserted the plug actually wasn’t that unpleasant, probably because it was her wielding the toy. He’d had his doubts, but this wasn’t at all like what he remembered from infrequent ménage scenes where he’d had to struggle to accept another man’s cock when that was called for in the script. “The warm water relaxed me.” Actually it was Selina who’d relaxed him, made him feel as if her main purpose was to please him as much as he wanted to please her. Sexually, for sure. But he was certain that feeling spread outside the natural need for orgasm, to something much, much more.

  He hoped Selina felt that way, too.

  “Oh yes.” She rotated the plug, setting the vibrator in motion at the same time she pushed the rest of the plug into his rectum. Its broad base buzzed against his hole. His balls ached, drawing up tight against the base of his cock when he stood. Eyes closed against the stimulus that threatened to have him shooting his load before the party even began, he felt her soft, warm breath, the wet motion of her tongue as she licked around his PA, the softness of her hands when she ran them down the length of his shaft and sac. “I’m putting a condom on you now.”

  Slick with lubrication, warm from Selina’s hands, the condom went on easily as though she’d done this more than once. Good. While some men wanted to break in virgins, Tom had always appreciated a woman who knew what she was doing about sex. When she rose, her big breasts swayed sassily, tempting him to take them, taste them, tug at the rings that seemed so incongruous compared with the dainty barbell in her clit. A welcoming smile on her face, she moved to the vanity, bent over it, and presented him with her plump, inviting ass.

  Her buttocks felt like warm silk when he grabbed the soft flesh, parted it, found her warm, damp asshole and massaged it. “You ready, love?” he asked, concerned like he’d never been before that taking him anally might cause her more pain than pleasure.

  “Oh, yes. Please.”

  No protests. No doubt in her voice. No hesitation. Any doubt that she was his dream lover dissolved when she whined and wiggled her butt. “You’ve got a beautiful ass. I can’t wait to sink into you here.” Still he was cautious, sliding first one then two fingers inside while rubbing her clit with his thumb.

  “Please, don’t wait. Take me now.” He heard desperation in her tone that matched his own.

  “Hold on, oh eager one. I can’t wait much longer, either.”

  Positioning his cock, he pressed forward into her warm, tight hole. One inch, then two, little by li
ttle he filled her, her moans and whimpers egging him on until he’d given her his full eight inches and his balls nestled against her labia. Reaching around her, he kneaded her breasts, tugging at her nipple rings. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he told her before beginning to withdraw slowly then fill her again, over and over, trying all the time to ignore the vibrations in his own ass that kept threatening to shove him over the edge.

  “Yes. Oh, yes, Master, fuck me hard.”

  Spreadeagled, laid out over the marble vanity in all her glory for her Master’s pleasure, her cunt dripping as he reamed her ass and played with her nipples, Selina tried to concentrate on the vibrations coursing through them both from the vibrator inserted in his ass. But she couldn’t. His warm, dry skin brushed hers as he bent over her to steady her for his thrusts. His well-lubricated cock slid in and out of her rear, not the punishment she’d expected thanks to memories of her ex’s brutal poundings, but rather a sensuous, sexual claiming that had begun when Tom had allowed them both to prepare for the mutual invasion.

  She felt her lips go slack, ready to take him there, too. Wanting him to take all of her, make her his own. Wanting him, for this, but so much more. Her cunt clenched, and she concentrated on the friction of his cock going in and out behind it. “God, yes, don’t stop!” she screamed as waves of pleasure began, overwhelming in their intensity. He didn’t stop but fucked her harder, digging his long fingers into the sensitive flesh of her breasts while he tugged hard on her tingling nipples. “Don’t…omigod, don’t stop.”

  It went on forever, the charged sensations that raced through her body and his. She’d never… “Please fuck my cunt, Master. Oh, God, I’ve never come like this before.”

  He paused, pulled out and tossed away the condom. Then he spread her legs wide and slid his hot cock into her cunt. “Hold on, honey, it just gets better. Play with your nipples for me so I can watch you. I’m about to give you the ride of your life.”

  His fingers dug into the flesh at her waist, holding her steady as he pounded into her like a jackhammer. She raised her upper body, grabbed the rings in her nipples, rotated and tugged at them until she started to come again.

  “Look at yourself.” That wasn’t a request but an order. A Master’s order.

  Though she’d sworn she’d never submit again, he’d been disabusing her of that notion from that first encounter at the club. Selina couldn’t imagine herself doing anything but following his every order. She gasped at the sight of him, eyes wide open, his fingers buried in the flesh at her waist, slamming into her from behind while he watched her playing with her breasts at his command. Her mouth opened as she gasped for breath, desperate for him to claim her there, too.

  “I can tell you want to suck me off. We’ll do that, too. But later. I want you to squeeze me now. Milk my cock. Do it until I come inside your hot, wet cunt.” He fucked her harder…slower…deeper as she tightened her muscles around his massive cock. “Oh, yeah, like that.” His cock jerked, and the spurts of hot semen triggered an orgasm she didn’t think she could manage. When he slumped over her back and wrapped his arms around her, she wished, impossibly, that this might be more than a night of pleasure…more than the temporary answer to all her sexual fantasies.

  There was something about him. About them, together, bringing those fantasies to life, making them seem more real than imaginary, more permanent than just a one-night stand between two sexually needy people whose paths had crossed due to a quirk of fate.

  “Honey, I think I love you. I know damn well you’re the best lover I’ve ever had. Let’s go to bed and get some sleep. Mornings come damn early around here.” His deep voice poured over her like velvet, made her take a deep breath and enjoy the way his breath tickled her neck, the gentle stroking of one hand on her belly while he cupped her mound with the other. While what had come before felt like her wildest fantasies come to life, this felt…comfortable. Right.

  When she crawled in bed, he lay on his side behind her, his body heat warming her, lulling her still-pounding heart to slow down. His even breathing against her neck tickled—but in a nice way, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, his words still resonating in her heart. “I think I love you…”

  Chapter Four

  Selina’s warm, soft butt pillowed Tom’s half-hard cock when the alarm clock woke him from a sound, peaceful sleep. God but she’d wrung him out last night. Rolling away reluctantly and silencing the damn clock, he got up and took one last look at her, curled on her side in the middle of his bed.

  Fuck if she didn’t look as though this was where she belonged. True, she was no sleek blonde trophy like Jo. But no woman had gotten him so hard, so fast, for so long. Not since he’d been a horny teenager with a hard-on for anything female that moved and a penchant for controlling his girlfriends.

  For the first time in years, Tom called in sick. A resident could do the pre-op evaluations he had scheduled for this morning, and if he was lucky the OR supervisor would be able to coerce another of the anesthesiologists to fill in for him in OR Three this afternoon. If she could, his weekend could start right now. A full three days when he could get to know Selina, not just in bed but out. Meanwhile he’d shower, dress, make breakfast—and then wake her up.

  I know her from somewhere. Selina Harrison. The name sounded vaguely familiar. To have become a member at the club she had to have had connections that caused their paths to cross sometime. Her ex? An old lover? Even her father might have sponsored her membership at Club Rio Brava. Searching his memory, Tom drew a blank, that is until a vague picture began to form. Of course! He’d met Selina at a sweet-sixteen party he’d attended for Cousin Tracy, teased her about hiding out among the potted greenery instead of coming out to dance. That was why she looked vaguely familiar, even after more than fifteen years. He recalled Tracy having mentioned something about Selina a few years ago—something about her having just ended a disastrous marriage and moving back to San Antonio.

  It came back to him, that night when he’d gone up to a shy, plump girl with long black hair and a hesitant smile. She’d intrigued him, so he’d sat and chatted with her, and when she glanced wistfully toward the dance floor he’d taken her hand and led her out on the floor. He’d liked her softness, the budding curves that had felt so much better in his arms than the skeletal bodies of some of his recent dates. But he’d been a college man, twenty years old, and she’d been jailbait.

  Crazy. He’d thought about her a long time after that night, considered looking her up once he came back home to stay. But time and distance had intervened, and by the time he finished medical school and a residency in Houston, she’d moved on with her own life, too.

  He damn well should have tried harder. If he had… Fuck it, he had her now and this was no time for regrets. It was time to look toward the future. A future he envisioned with Selina.

  As Tom chopped vegetables for an omelet, his one culinary masterpiece, he recalled last night, pondered details that at the time had gotten lost in a fever of lust. The rose tattoo high on the inside of her thigh, faded with age, intrigued him, as did those unusually heavy rings that had been fed through Selina’s large nipples and welded shut. They had to have hurt her for a long time, he imagined, recalling his latest experience of stretching his PA by hanging too heavy a stainless steel weight from the ring. The nipple rings seemed incongruous, particularly when he contrasted them with the dainty gold barbell that adorned her clit.

  He didn’t mind the body jewelry. Since he had piercings, too, it would have been damn hypocritical for him to complain. The tattoo didn’t bother him, either, since it wasn’t located where everybody who saw her would notice, like the cobra head emblazoned on Snake Woman’s cleanly shaved skull. He just wondered. Selina’s markings seemed to represent other times in her life—experiences that had combined to make her the sometimes Dominant, often submissive lover who’d captured his imagination as well as his cock.

  He pictured her decked out in black leather as she’d
been at the club, every inch the Domme, covered head to toe but for her facial features, magnificent breasts and slick pink cunt. He wondered, too, about the mask. Though club members typically didn’t cover their faces, Selina had chosen to frame her face with a continuation of the black leather cat suit. Less concealing than the mask he owned that hid all his features, providing slits for his eyes and nose and a larger, circular opening through which he could thrust his tongue, it told him she wasn’t all that anxious to advertise her identity, even at Club Rio Brava. While he never wore his mask there except to participate in certain group scenes, he had to admit hers added to the mystique that surrounded Selina.

  Without the trappings, though, Selina proved even more a mystery…a woman who obviously wanted to submit to a dominant lover yet seemed terrified at the thought of being restrained. A woman who was so afraid of falling under the wrong sort of master’s control that she masqueraded as a Domme. Or was she a switch?

  That wouldn’t bother Tom much if she were. His cock hardened when he thought about her using a flogger on his bare ass, handcuffing him and having her way with his compliant body. She certainly didn’t shy away from adventurous sexual games, no matter who was in charge. He liked that.