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  “I told you I want you for my Master.” She brought his hand to her lips after he stopped the car in front of his house. “I’ve never been as satisfied as I was just now, and that includes all the club scenes I’ve been in. But then I’ve never been in love with any of the club Doms I’ve—”

  “No. I don’t need to hear about your other lovers.” Trace didn’t want to hear about the club and the Doms. Not now, when his heart was practically bursting with happiness at what she’d said first. Maybe later he’d want to know more about those scenes, and what she’d liked. He knew he’d do almost anything to make her scream the way she had earlier tonight. But now was just for them. Not for revelations about past lovers, hers or his.

  With that he slid out from under the steering wheel and strode around the car to let her out. “Come on, let’s continue this conversation in my bed. As I recall, we’ve got some unfinished business to take care of there.”

  Elle looked up at him. Tears glistened in her eyes when she met his gaze. “I was afraid. Afraid you’d be scandalized if you found out it takes more than gentle loving to turn me on.”

  “You’re a genius, but in some ways you’re an idiot. Damn it, I guess I’ve been one, too, thinking all along you were a hard-nosed professional woman who’d sue me or worse if I treated you with anything but the utmost respect. I just hope you’re not expecting us to add on a personal dungeon filled with things like restraints on the walls and other scary devices meant to hurt you, because that’s not in me to do.”

  “All that isn’t necessary. What I need is for you to tell me, not ask me, what you want, let me know how I can please you. You know, until tonight I never knew you wanted me to suck your cock.” She reached down, cupped his balls.

  Damn, he couldn’t believe that with a simple touch she had his cock stirring again already. “Keep it up and you’ll turn me into a satyr,” he said, keeping his tone light. “How about letting me open the door so we can go inside the house and start all over again?”

  “You’re not supposed to ask—you’re supposed to give orders, my gentle Master.” Her teasing look took the sting out of the reminder.

  He supposed this “Master” business would take a little time to get used to, but he was game. “Okay. How’s this? Get your luscious little butt upstairs. I want to get you in my bed and fuck you until you can’t see straight.”

  She laughed, the sweet sound warming Trace’s heart. More relaxed than he’d ever seen her, she reached up and cupped his face between her hands. “That’s fine, but you don’t have to act as fierce as all that. I’ve grown used to you pretty much wrapping me up in love and devotion.”

  Her smile made him feel damn good. For the first time since he’d decided to take Mark’s advice and encourage her to submit sexually, Trace had the feeling this was going to work. “Then, my kinky love, let’s get to bed so I can practice being forceful.”

  * * * * *

  Elle could hardly believe it. Her sweet, loving Trace scooped her up, carried her upstairs and tossed her unceremoniously on his bed. From a bag on his dresser, he fished out a very real-looking pair of handcuffs and showed her he knew how to use them. He also knew how to use his hands and mouth to drive her up, up, up. It seemed like hours that he inflicted his sensual torture while she lay helpless, her cuffed wrists secured to the headboard and her ankles tied with mismatched silk ties to the broad, sturdy footboard. Deep kisses drugged her as effectively as a shot of Demerol. When he drew a nipple into his mouth and suckled her, using his tongue to make the flesh tighten and elongate, it sent tremors of arousal through her.

  “Want my cock?” She hardly had time to answer before he moved and straddled her face.

  Yes, she wanted it. Wanted to please him. If he hadn’t had her mouth occupied sucking his cock, she’d have begged him to let her arms loose so she could pay proper homage to her Master the way a good slave should. Her fingers itched to explore his groin, fondle his balls, play with the sensitive flesh around his anal opening. When she thought about him claiming her rear hole, her sex tightened with anticipation.

  He tasted good, so good. Clean and strong, the least bit salty yet smooth as fresh cream on her tongue. With callused hands he traced the length of her body, skimming all her erogenous places but never quite giving them all the attention they craved.

  His gentle torture went on forever, until the rising sun peeked through the skylight as he rose and knelt between her legs. Although she wanted him to fuck her hard and fast, it seemed he was determined to take her his way. Slow, loving, each motion deliberate, he played her helpless body like a fine instrument, dragging out not only her sexual responses but her emotions.

  There was nothing tentative about the way he claimed her cunt, but as if he knew she wanted him hard and fast and hurting, he fucked her slow and deep, grinding his balls against her opening as the tip of his big cock nudged her cervix then retreated.

  “Come now,” he ordered, his voice rough, tortured. To her surprise, she did, stimulated by the staccato bursts of his semen as he tightened his grip on her hips and shouted out his pleasure. Her own rolling orgasm moved her as much as—no, more than the mind-blowing, violent climax he’d brought her to by the creek.

  Trace had obviously done some research into Domination and submission. It showed in the way he’d bound her, however loosely, taking away her freedom to protest. As fully as if he’d chained her to a St. Andrew’s cross, he’d confined her, made her helpless to resist his domination. “Thank you,” she whispered when he loosened her bonds then rolled onto his side and drew her in his arms.

  “My pleasure.” His rumbly purr reminded her of a satisfied cat. “You don’t need to thank me, though.”

  “Oh, yes I do. You understood I needed for you to take control, take away my compulsion to feel guilty for liking everything you were doing to me. You let me enjoy the sensual ride, and you made me come on your command without having to hurt me at all.”

  No doubt about it now. Elle adored Trace. She loved him for sensing there had been something wrong about their lovemaking, and for setting out to fix it without her having to make humiliating explanations she’d once thought would send him running away.

  “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

  Elle found her Master’s lips, traced them with her tongue. “Just thinking about how lucky I am. How somehow I found you, and how much I love you for figuring me out, for letting me know you can satisfy my sexual kinks as well as any club Dom. Not to mention that I love you for being the rock I can lean on when I’m down, and the lover who makes me happy out of bed as well as in it.”

  “I want to make you even happier. Tell me all about the things you’ve learned from other Doms that make your hot little cunt go crazy.”

  “Well…”

  He lifted her chin, made her look into his eyes. “Consider that a command, my darling slave.”

  “I’d like for you to feel free to take any part of me you want. Any time. Anywhere. With any part of you. With toys. And I wouldn’t mind having you take me in front of people.” God, don’t let him make me come out and tell him I like anal sex, or that I enjoy double penetration and having people watch while I’m writhing with pleasure.

  He slid a hand down her back, into the crack of her ass. “You want me to fuck you here?” When he slipped one finger beyond her anal sphincter she trembled just a little. “You’re awfully tight here. Having my cock inside this hole would have to feel like heaven.”

  “To me, too.” With Trace, Elle found no need to be shy, the way she would have with most vanilla people. After all, Trace was her lover. Her Master, a sexual Dominant in disguise. “You know, Master, you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

  “Actually I’m naked. And, amazingly, I’m getting hard again. Are you going to need tying up again, or can I just order you onto your belly, hands over your head and ass in the air?”

  Her pussy clenched with anticipation. “I’ll follow your orders…but you’re so big,
you’re going to need some lube.”

  “I know. Believe it or not, I’ve done this before, just not as often as I’ve fucked pussies. Be right back.” When he got up and padded across the bedroom, Elle hurried to position herself the way her Master wanted her.

  Yeah, Trace had ass-fucked a woman, but never before had he been so eager to claim one this way. As he grabbed a large vibrating dildo, a condom and a tube of lubricant from his toy store bag, it came to him that what he was about to do was going to be a promise. A total claiming of the woman he loved. Before, having anal sex had been to satisfy his or someone’s curiosity, to see what it felt like to ram his cock up his partner of the moment’s tight rear passage. Armed with his tools, he turned back to the bed, happy to see that Elle had followed his orders.

  “That’s a good little slave.” He bent and lightly bit her right buttock. “I’m gonna fill up both your holes and you’re gonna like it.” Lubricating the purple gel dildo, he inserted it in her dripping cunt, making sure the flared end was positioned correctly to stimulate her rigid, swollen clit. His balls tightened and his cock swelled to full erection even though he’d come less than an hour ago.

  “Oooh. That feels good.”

  Trace laughed. “Not as good as it will feel when I fill up your other hole with this.” Nudging the base of the dildo with his cock, he donned a condom and slathered lubricant over it. Then he packed more of the slippery, water-based stuff into her asshole and positioned himself at her anal opening. “Tell me if I’m hurting you. I mean it.” He didn’t trust her not to grin and bear it, to suffer serious pain in the pursuit of pleasure.

  “You won’t. I promise.” She sounded eager. Her ass twitched against the head of his sheathed cock. “Fuck me, Master. Please.”

  Slowly, carefully, he pushed past her anal sphincter then stilled until her muscles began to relax, accept his cock. “Good slave. I’m going to fuck you now.” This was no time for force, just a slow, delicious thrust until she had all of him. “Okay?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes.” The motion of the vibrator reverberated through her flesh, stimulating him as well as her. He held on to her firm, round butt cheeks, loving the feeling of tightness, the excitement of trying something forbidden with his woman. Pressure built in him. She moaned with every thrust he made, each touch of his fingers as he slid them under her to squeeze her breasts. “Come for me now, sweetheart,” he said, and when she began to shake and whimper he couldn’t help it. For the third time since early evening, he was coming.

  Damn it, she was going to kill him if they kept it up like this. But what a way to die.

  * * * * *

  When Elle woke up she was alone, wrapped up in the soft bed linens on Trace’s bed. The clock on his bedside table said ten o’clock. She never slept this late, usually was at the hospital making rounds by seven. But she felt refreshed. Satisfied. Stretching, she got up and peered out a semi-frosted window. There was Trace, swimming laps in the crystal blue water of his heated pool. Steam rose off the water, but she had no trouble watching his well-developed muscles ripple with each strong stroke. God but she loved him, wanted him here and now. She craved more of his sweet loving, more heated sex, more…well, just more of everything. More of Trace.

  She was going to take the plunge, marry him. Maybe even have a couple of dark-haired, brown-eyed babies who looked like their daddy, before she was too old and set in her ways for motherhood. Not that she planned to give up her career. She’d worked too long and hard to get where she was, and it made her feel good to help her patients get well and live productive lives.

  If she married Trace, her mother would be happy. After all, he had every quality that Mom held as sacred. Money her dad had squandered, social standing that would give Mom something to brag about to her friends. Trace had all that in spades. Her mother would also appreciate his good looks and the casual but impeccable manners no one could fault. Not that pleasing Mom was a reason she would say yes.

  She’d marry him because she knew Trace would make her happy. And because she believed she could make him happy, too.

  After last night, Elle had no doubts. Every muscle in her body ached deliciously. Every cell practically sang with the memory of how he’d played her, first hard and then ever so gently but leaving her with no doubt whatsoever that he was her Master.

  He dived deep then surfaced and levered himself out of the pool. Water glistened over his nude, tanned body, its motion calling attention to his rapidly rising cock. He dried off and shrugged into a wool robe before coming up to the room and sitting beside her on the chaise lounge, a huge grin on his face.

  “Well, will you?” he asked.

  She couldn’t resist toying with him, just a little. “Will I what?”

  “You know damn well what I’m talking about. Will—you—marry—me? Be my permanent sex slave when we’re alone together, my beloved companion all the time?”

  “You’re my Master. If you tell me to marry you, I won’t have any choice.” Not that she had a choice anyway, loving him the way she did.

  “Damn it, just say yes.”

  God but she loved him, even the part that didn’t seem to realize she’d given him her body and her heart, something she’d never done before. “I just did, in every possible way, these past few hours, but yes. A thousand times yes, Trace.”

  Dripping water over her naked body, Trace took her hand and slid on the beautiful diamond solitaire he’d offered for the first time a few days ago. It was hard now to imagine that she’d had her doubts, that she’d been so wrong to think they’d always be incompatible sexually. “Marry me, Elle. Marry me as soon as you can put together whatever kind of shindig suits your fancy. I can hardly wait to have you at my beck and call in bed, in life, for always.”

  Tears welled in Elle’s eyes when she met his gaze and saw the raw emotion there. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Soon. Masters like you are hard to come by. I don’t dare let you out of my wicked clutches.”

  “Not a chance, my darling. I need a lot of practice at this Dom stuff, and I can’t wait to begin. Slip on some jeans and a coat, and come with me. You liked it that time we fucked in the barn while Diego watched us. Now you’re going to get a chance to watch him do his thing.”

  * * * * *

  Just in time, Trace thought, noting with satisfaction as they approached the paddock beside the barn, that the blood-bay mare he’d selected for breeding was already restrained. “Watch how Beauty trembles. Do you think she’s waiting eagerly for a stud to cover her? I bet she is. See how she tosses her head. Listen to her whinny. It’s not too much different from how you moaned before I finally put my cock inside you last night.”

  She looked around, as if someone were there to overhear. Yeah, Elle did get hot at the idea of strangers watching, imagining what they’d spent last night and this morning doing. So did he, now that he thought about it. Voyeurs, that’s what they both were, but he liked it. Loved her. Would do damn near anything it took to keep her happy.

  Even before he saw his ranch manager leading Diego from the barn, Trace felt the ground shake when the big stud bellowed a mating call. “Sounds like Diego’s eager today,” he said as he lifted Elle onto the top fence rail and climbed up beside her.

  “Oh, yes.” Then she gasped. “He’s…omigod, he’s huge. Trace, won’t he hurt her?”

  “No, love. Beauty’s going to enjoy getting fucked as much as you do, and if we’re lucky she’ll produce us a fine colt or filly right around our first anniversary. Look, she’s twitching her tail and rolling her eyes. Did you know that’s the way mares flirt?”

  She leaned hard against his chest, and he drew his arms around her waist. “They’re not so much different from humans then, are they? Oh, no. Watch Diego. He’s biting her neck. Why doesn’t his handler stop him?”

  Trace stifled a grin. He knew he’d gone and gotten himself a city girl, so he was just going to have to teach her some lessons. Although they’d been together almost a year, she hadn’t spent a
lot of time around the ranch, and he’d managed to keep the breeding part of the business out of her sight. He leaned over and nipped her neck. “Now tell me, how did that feel to you?”

  “Mmmm. Felt good. You think Beauty likes it when Diego bites her? I bet she does.” Elle glanced at the horses and let out a little scream when the big black stallion reared up and thrust wildly until he managed to seat the tip of his huge phallus inside Beauty.

  The crisp air, sounds of hooves pounding and horses whinnying in the pasture, the satisfied feel of Elle’s arm around his waist combined to make Trace feel damn lucky he’d chosen to take over his grandmother’s ranch instead of becoming a doctor like his dad. This was where he belonged. Where he and Elle would raise their children in the open space of the country.

  “How long do they stay coupled?” Elle asked.

  “Not long at all. For them it’s pretty much downhill now. I’m half tempted to take you back down to the creek again and fuck you against our special tree. From the back this time, so I can play with your pretty breasts and nip at your neck.”

  Elle turned in his arms. Her pulse was fast, her voice breathless when she spoke. “You’re tempting me, my darling Master. But I know you wouldn’t, not in broad daylight with all your wranglers chasing cows out by that creek. I get off on having voyeurs join club scenes, but for now, I’m just fine with the illusion of being looked at rather than the reality. Besides, it’s damn cold to be making love outside when we’ve got a perfectly good bed in the house.”

  Trace gave her a quick kiss. “You’re right. It is a little chilly, and I don’t have the balls to turn exhibitionist right now, but hold the thought. We’ll have plenty of warm, moonlit nights to make memories underneath that tree. We’d better get back to the house now. We’ve got family to call and a wedding to plan.”