The wind whistled through the pass and Marc pulled his parka tighter around his face. The blowing snow stung at his cheeks, but the goggles kept his eyes clear. They’d arrive at Kelso Ridge, the trickiest part of the route, and he needed to keep his wits and his senses clear.
When he arrived at the Knife’s Edge on the ridge, he waited for the six men to catch up. Angelina had been trying to dominate his thoughts since he’d set out this morning. Luckily, the group wasn’t one for chit-chat and they had experience, so he could lead them without worrying too much. They were single-minded in their goal of ticking two more Fourteeners off their bucket lists. Sadly, they hardly stopped to take in the incredible beauty around them.
His majestic mountains, where he was restored. Renewed. Rejuvenated. Here on the top of his world, all of the disappointments and failures in his life faded away and the future spread out before him like snowy peaks shimmering in the late afternoon sunlight. Magical. Up here, he experienced peace. Freedom.
The mountains didn’t confine him. One thing he hated more than anything was the feeling of having no options, being forced into something that wasn’t right for him.
Trapped.
He’d run away from managing the family resort in Aspen, where that same trapped feeling had nearly strangled him, pulling him away from the mountains where he belonged. He’d not only lived in the shadow of the mountains then, but in the shadow of his dead brother. He could never measure up, never do anything to make his parents proud of him for who he was.
In the Navy and the Marines, he’d done a lot of growing up, found himself, started thinking about someone other than himself for the first time in his life. He’d found people who needed him, respected him for who he was, and, in Adam and Damián, who loved him unconditionally.
A place where he belonged.
When he returned to Colorado, these mountains had beckoned like a siren to this sailor. Here, his mind and body healed. Climbing and hiking were nearly impossible at first, while still healing. But each day, he’d climbed a little higher, growing stronger. The freedom was exhilarating. No cares or concerns.
On top of his world again.
Nothing had ever given him the same feeling. Not even sex, which was too fleeting. These mountains were eternal. Not a care in the world. Escape.
Until today.
The restlessness that had hounded him during the night had stayed with him for the entire hike. The further up the mountain he climbed, the more drained he felt. Anxious. For the first time, the mountains pulled him away from where he wanted to be. Where he belonged.
Angelina. Even the wind seemed to whisper her name.
He realized he needed her here to experience this beauty with him. Without her, it felt…empty. All of the meaning was gone. He wanted to be with Angelina, whether in the middle of a crowded, busy city like Denver or up in his peaceful mountains.
But he’d fucked up any chance with her. If he hadn’t been running scared last night, he would have gone to her and explained. He’d hurt her, then done nothing to comfort her afterward.
He was no better than Sir Asshole.
How could she ever forgive him? He ached to be with her, hold her in his arms, bury himself so deep inside her they wouldn’t be able to tell where one ended and the other began.
He belonged with Angelina.
They belonged together.
One.
Not telling her who he was before he entered the temporary Dom/sub agreement with her had just been his way of sabotaging any future relationship they might have. He realized he’d been running scared all his life.
But not anymore. Maybe he couldn’t get back to her until tomorrow, but by God when he did, he’d make amends. He’d find some way to show her she was made for him—and he for her. Would she be at the club tomorrow night? Adam had assured him via text he wouldn’t take her home while Allen Martin was around.
He pulled out his sat phone and had to laugh. There really were few wilderness places left anymore where modern technology couldn’t reach. While he carried the phone for emergencies, he’d never been so happy for technology than he was right now. If this wasn’t an emergency, he didn’t know what one was.
* * *
Angelina and Karla carried in their packages from the car. Adam had insisted they go to Denver’s “hootchie” clothing shops, as Karla called them, on Broadway. Apparently, he took Karla there often, because all of the shopkeepers knew them by name and even pulled out special items they’d ordered with Karla in mind.
Adam told her Luke would be escorting her to the club tonight. Being escorted seemed a bit superfluous, considering she’d just walk down the hallway to a separate section of the house she’d been staying in, but she’d go along with whatever. She really didn’t care. It would fill the time until she could convince Luke to take her home this weekend.
When Adam chose several outfits that would fulfill every man’s fantasy and told Angelina to try them on, she’d balked. But he gave her the “Dom” look and, after a ka-thunk moment of her own, she found herself loaded down with outfits and accessories, heading for the dressing rooms.
School girl. Nurse. Harem slave. French maid. At least he didn’t insist on seeing how they looked on her. Adam said there was a costume theme at the club on Wednesdays in October, but that she would be wearing the nurse’s outfit tonight. No discussion.
Karla had chosen a black latex, skin-tight short skirt and a red corset. She’d added over-the-knee stiletto patent-leather boots with five-inch platform heels, a black hat with a pheasant feather, and a red-feather eye mask to finish the ensemble. Well, Angelina supposed it was a costume.
Angelina and Karla had followed Adam’s instructions to a T. The club owner certainly enjoyed telling women how to dress. Of course, it made sense he would care about how Karla dressed, because she worked at his club. But he’d taken just as much time to make sure Angelina’s purchases fit whatever fantasies he thought Luke might have.
Adam also chose their shoes, stockings, and lingerie. She blushed at the level of detail the man knew about women’s undergarments. Well, he’d probably undressed many of them over the years. At least the shoes didn’t have five-inch fuck-me heels. He specified she was not to choose anything higher than three inches. Very considerate of him, but she was secretly happy; anything higher killed her feet. She also chose a white-feather eye mask to go with the nurse’s outfit.
Lordy, if her mother could see how she’d be dressed in a semi-public setting, she’d have started a novena of prayers for the redemption of her soul. Angelina never would have chosen those items—singularly or together—especially at the obscene prices they charged for such skimpy outfits. But he insisted there was no limit on cost, provided they selected items he approved.
She’d actually had fun shopping, though. Not that she had a clue where she’d ever wear any of the costumes back in Aspen Corners.
After they had finished shopping, Adam had taken them to have a late lunch at a restaurant near the club. Unfortunately, the Italian cuisine was uninspiring and very little of it was fresh. They needed a new chef.
By the time the three returned to the club, it was after five and she and Karla went upstairs to dress. She couldn’t wait to see Karla perform tonight.
Angelina stood in front of the mirror. No way. The bustier under the nurse’s uniform created lots of cleavage that spilled through the deep-cut vee. The skirt barely covered her butt cheeks, accentuating her wide hips. Sure, it had been low-cut and short when she tried it on at the shop, but she hadn’t tried it on with the bustier—and having the white garters peeking out, holding up the white-mesh stockings, just made it look…too sexy. And white open-toed mules? Like a nurse would wear something like that while on her feet all day long. She’d pulled her hair up into a clip hidden underneath the vintage 1960s nurse’s hat
A knock at the bedroom door captured her attention.
“It’s me, Angie.” She opened the door to find Karla in her funky outfit. “Oh. My. God! Angie, you look fantastic! I love it!”
“Oh, please, Karla. No way am I going into the club looking like this.”
Karla’s eyes grew wide. “But Adam said to…I mean Master Adam—I keep forgetting that’s how I’m supposed to address him on club nights. You can’t disobey him.”
“He’s not my Dom.” I don’t have a Dom anymore.
“At the club here, he’s kind of everyone’s Dom—the uber Dom, if you will. Or is it Alpha? Whatever, you’re coming with me. Now. Let’s go.”
Angelina sighed. Karla sometimes acted more like a Domme than a sub. But what option did Angelina have? If she didn’t wear this, she could choose the school girl outfit with an equally short plaid skirt, or the harem slave costume that was practically see-through.
“Fine. Let’s go. I don’t want you to be late for your first set.”
They went downstairs and toward the kitchen, where she saw a cowboy and Zorro chatting near the table. As they walked into the room, the two turned and she saw Adam was Zorro, bare-chested under his cape, and Luke wore jeans, chaps, a vest, and also was shirtless. Luke’s pecs and abs, or what she could see of them, were well-defined and she had a sudden urge to run her fingers over his chest.
“Hot damn! You both look incredible,” Luke said, grinning. He came over to Angelina and she had to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact. “Darlin’, you’re mine tonight.”
Angelina felt a little shiver. Not the same response as with Marc, but he wouldn’t have the nerve to show up while she was here. Taking Luke’s elbow, she really smiled for the first time since Monday night. Luke really was a nice man. He didn’t really feel very Dom-like, but he’d certainly lit her fire on Saturday night on her sofa. She could do a lot worse. And had.
Tonight she just wanted to have fun. She let Luke lead her to the hallway that went by the theme rooms, Adam’s office, and then into the bar and great room area. His spurs jangled as he walked. Adam and Karla walked behind them silently. She avoided glancing at Room Eight, but kept her gaze straight ahead of her.
“What can I get you to drink?”
“An Italian tickler, please.” When Luke quirked an eyebrow, she grinned. “Amaretto and club soda.”
As she waited for Luke, she surveyed the scene in the club. The costumes worn by the women were skimpy—whether they were Tops, bottoms, Dommes, or subs, it didn’t seem to matter. Angelina didn’t feel as self-conscious as she had upstairs. One Domme looked like Cat Woman and kneeling, his cheek against her over-the-knee boots, was Robin. Angelina smiled.
Several subs or bottoms were dressed as animals—puppies mostly, although there was a cat and even a pony. In addition to their animal ears and paws or hooves, they had tails attached to their butts by…oh, God! Butt plugs! She averted her eyes and saw Karla preparing to sing.
Luke handed her a drink. “Why don’t we go up near the stage?”
Angelina looked in that direction, but each of the small tables only had one chair. Luke took her by the elbow and led her to one and sat down. “You have two choices, darlin’. Kneel at my feet or sit in my lap.”
Luke smiled at her discomfort. Angelina flushed. There were no pillows to cushion her knees here like the one Marc had put down on the floor in her bedroom. Not knowing how long she’d be here, she made up her mind rather quickly. “Lap.”
She set her drink on the table next to his longneck and decided to wipe the smirk off Luke’s face. When she straddled his lap, facing him, clit to penis, his jaw nearly dropped. He glanced nervously toward the entrance, or perhaps he was looking for an exit. She smiled at the power she felt. Clearly, she’d surprised him. Well, good, because she had a feeling this night was going to be full of surprises for her, too.
Angelina Giardano was going to be nobody’s angel tonight.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since I came into the kitchen and saw you tonight.” She reached out and touched his chest, running her fingers under the flaps of the vest, over his taut skin, until she flicked the tip of her thumbnails over his hard nips. She felt his erection pressing against her clit. Her bare clit. Master Adam hadn’t included panties in her wardrobe purchases.
“Oh, Luke, I think you might be getting a fever. Where would you like Nurse Angelina to check your temperature—orally or rectally?”
Angelina had never role-played or played the vamp before, but was having fun watching a bead of sweat break out on Luke’s forehead. He looked as if he were about to explode. Then he regained his authority and reached for her hand to keep her from touching him.
“On your knees, Angel.”
The forcefulness of the command took her off guard. “But I thought—“
“I said kneel. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Ka-thunk. Her stomach seemed to drop a few inches. The change in his demeanor puzzled and excited her. Were they supposed to be on a real date? She just thought she was a mercy date because he felt sorry about how Marc had treated her
“One. Two.”
She swung her leg off his lap and knelt on the floor beside his chair. Thankfully, the floor was made of some material that had some give, which would help a bit on her knees if she were to have to kneel long. She remembered Marc had asked her to remain upright and keep her head bowed, so she assumed the same position.
“You can sit on your heels. You might be there a while. Keep your eyes on my boots.”
Karla began singing “Poison” and Angelina wondered if Master Adam had a clue she was singing to him. She might as well be singing for Angelina and Marc, as well. That man was equally lethal to her.
After Karla finished that song, mind-numbing boredom set in. Angelina surreptitiously looked around the room, trying not to raise or move her head much and saw Master Adam speaking with a dark-haired Dom dressed in green scrubs with a stethoscope around his neck. She could tell he was a Dom just by his stance—legs apart, hands on his hips, laden with testosterone. But she couldn’t see much more than the outline of his body without turning her head.
“I asked you to keep your eyes on my boots.”
“I’m sorry…Sir.” She returned her gaze to his feet.
“So am I, darlin’, because I’m going to have to put this on you.”
She saw him holding a black silk sash. A blindfold. “No, Luke! I’ll behave. I was just…curious.”
“Well, curiosity just got my nurse blindfolded. You need to learn some manners, too. Tonight you call me Sir.”
Angelina’s heart pounded as the room went dark. Why hadn’t he given her another warning? Marc usually had repeated his commands, at least until she’d gotten used to them. Luke insisted on perfection right from the start. Would she survive the night with him without a severe punishment?
Karla sang “Spellbound,” a song she recognized by an Italian Goth metal band, but the words had new meaning for her tonight.
Tell me who you are…You cannot have this control of me…I would break the spell you’ve put on me.
“Open your mouth and take a sip.”
She opened quickly, not taking any chances on further punishment if she didn’t move fast enough. His hand grabbed the ends of the blindfold sash and pulled her head back slightly—not enough to impede swallowing, but far enough to exert his dominance over her. He held the glass to her lips and she sipped, the liquid tickling her nose.
When she pulled away to indicate she’d had enough to drink, she heard the glass being placed back on the table beside her. His finger pressed against her wet lips and forcefully entered her mouth while his hand caged her chin and pushed her jaw down to allow his finger deeper access. Memories of Marc doing the same thing in her bedroom caused her clit to throb. The finger slid along her tongue, deeper and deeper, until it hit the back of her mouth and she gagged, tears springing to her eyes. He pulled back immediately and with his other hand stroked her cheek gently.
“Sorry, darlin’, for being such a clumsy oaf.”
Oomph.
Luke sounded as if he’d been kicked or punched. Before she could figure out what had happened to him, she felt his hand cup her breast just before his finger and thumb pinched her nipple. Hard. Her head went back of its own accord as her chest jutted closer to his hand.
“Like that, I see.”
“Yes.” Did all Doms have a fixation on nipples and breasts?
Luke squeezed both peaks, eliciting a moan from her.
“Did you forget something, darlin’?”
Angelina furrowed her brows. “Oh, Sir! I’m sorry. Sir.”
“Well, that’s the second time now. I think maybe you might need a little discipline to help you remember how to address your Dom properly.”
“Please, Sir. I’m just a little rattled tonight. Give me another chance. I’ll do better.”
“Oh, you’ll do better all right. Because I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.”
How had Luke gone from such a nice guy to such a cruel Dom in such a short time? Angelina regretted agreeing to be his date tonight. She just wanted to go back upstairs and read an erotic romance or something.
“I want to try something different. I’m not going to speak commands or instructions, but only use my hands and body to convey what I want you to do. So, pay careful attention.” He chuckled.
Two hands gripped her upper arms and helped her to her feet. Before she could steady herself, an arm went around her back and another behind her knees and she was suddenly lifted into his arms.
“Oh!”
She heard Luke’s spurs below her as he carried her. Where was he going to punish her? Dread began to churn in her stomach and she thought the amaretto might come back up. They hadn’t discussed limits or anything. As she heard Karla’s voice receding, she knew they were going to the theme rooms. But which one?
Please, not the St. Andrew’s cross.
He carried her into a room and the sounds of the club disappeared when he kicked the door closed. Her heart thudded against her chest, then stopped before pounding even faster.
“Luke, I mean Sir, I’m scared.”
He eased her feet to the floor and she felt his erection pressing against her abdomen. Her clit pulsed in response. He pressed his finger against her lips as if to shush her. Why didn’t he speak, say something to calm her nerves?
Why couldn’t he be like Marc, explaining everything along the way?
With his hands firmly on either side of her waist, he indicated he wanted her to move backward. She took one awkward step, then another, trusting him not to put her into danger. She had taken three steps back when she felt something hard pressing against her butt and shoulders. A hand flat against her chest told her to stay put.
She heard the jangle of spurs and then buckles, making her wonder what would come next. He lifted her left wrist and wrapped a cuff around it. Then the right. Next came cuffs on both ankles. As if afraid she would bolt, he swiftly raised one arm and fastened it to something as a forty-five degree angle, and did the same with the other.
The cross! Her breath came in shallow spurts and he stroked her upper chest slowly, conveying that she needed to slow down her breathing. She took a deep, shaky breath, then another. His hand cupped her chin as his thumb stroked her cheekbone.
She could almost hear Marc saying “Good girl.”
Disappointed that it wasn’t Marc with her, but Luke, she tried to relax. Then he grasped both ankles and pressed outward, forcing her to take side steps until she could spread her legs no further. The clicking of the cuffs being attached to the cross sounded like gunshots.
As he stood, his hands roamed up the insides of her calves, knees, thighs. She tried to raise her leg as a reflex against the invasion she knew was coming, but she couldn’t move. When he reached the garter, he pulled it away, then let it snap against her thighs, stinging her.
When she thought he would touch her pussy, instead, his hands slid along her hips to her sides. She couldn’t control a giggle when he touched her hypersensitive sides near her breasts. He sighed. Apparently, Luke was just as thrilled with her ticklishness as Marc. Well, deal with it. She couldn’t change who she was. And she was ticklish.
His fingertips trailed lightly along her cheeks, her ears, and she felt him removing the hairpins from her nurse’s hat. Next came the hair clip and he shook her hair out until it fell over her shoulders and breasts. Apparently, both men liked her hair loose. His fingers massaged her scalp and she felt herself relaxing.
He stopped and his hands were gone, then he was unbuttoning what few buttons there were on the skimpy uniform. He spread the fabric open and exposed her bustier. The air was cool against the tops of her breasts, which spilled over the top of the lacy garment.
His lips came down on the hollow of her neck and, if her arms weren’t holding her body up, her buckling knees would have left her in a puddle at his feet. She realized the cross was actually helping her not to have to worry about silly things like standing upright.
He pulled away and tapped her forehead and then pressed a finger against her lips again.
“Give that busy mind a rest, pet.”
Marc’s words rang loud and clear and she tamped down any other thoughts. Feel. Just feel. His lips pressed against the beating pulse in her neck and he suckled, then his tongue blazed a trail to her breasts. He lifted her breast out of the dubious confines of the bustier and took her rigid peak into his mouth.
“Oh, Sir. Please. Suck me hard. Bite me.”
He groaned, sounding so much like Marc, then took one peak between his teeth and the other between finger and thumb, clamping down hard on each. Her body jerked away from the cross and toward him.
His hand left her breast and trailed over her side and abdomen until he cupped her mons. She tilted her pelvis as much as she was able and silently begged him to touch her. His fingers spread open her folds and slid between her wet cleft. Without stopping, his finger thrust inside her, then another.
“Oh, God, yes!”
With his thumb he stroked her clit. She took off like a Roman candle as he stroked her faster and faster.
“I’m going to come. Please, Sir, may I come?”
His answer was to curl his fingers around to stroke her G-spot.
“Oh, yes! Oh, God! I’m coming! Her body convulsed against his hand. Don’t stop, Marc!” He stroked her until the sensation was too painful on her clit and pulled away.
Suddenly, she realized what she’d said. “Oh, Luke. I’m sorry!” How had she forgotten she wasn’t with Marc anymore, but Luke? She wished he’d say something, or touch her so she’d know he was okay.
Nothing. No sound. No touch.
Tears stung her eyes. She hadn’t meant to hurt Luke, but realized how much she wished Marc had been the one to restrain her on this cross tonight. How could she ever be anyone else’s submissive? She only wanted him to be her Dom.
Luke reached up to untie the blindfold. Clearly, this scene had ended, just as abruptly probably as her last one in this room. She had no other words to say to convey how sorry she was, but it was probably for the best if she didn’t get involved with Luke. His friendship with Marc would only force them to be in each other’s company from time to time, and the thought of being with Marc and not being able to touch him would be the worst form of torture she could imagine.
The blindfold came loose and he pulled the ends away. The air felt cool against her wet eyes. She blinked, afraid to look up and see the hurt in Luke’s eyes. He placed a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him.
Angel. Man. Wolf.
Her dream lover.
Her knees gave way and she hung supported by her arms until he placed his hands around her waist to relieve the strain on her arms until she could stand on her own again.
“Marc?”
He nodded. He removed the wolf’s mask, not that she didn’t already recognize him. Apparently, she didn’t even need her eyes to know it had been Marc touching her. Her body had known all along.
“It was you that night?”
He nodded and reached up to remove the cuffs from the cross. Her joints were stiff as she lowered her arms. Then he knelt down and unhooked the ankle cuffs from the cross. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the loveseat in the corner, his spurs clanging on the floor. She smiled. He’d certainly gone to great extremes to make her think he was Luke. He pulled a blanket from the basket, but Angelina waved it away. She wasn’t cold in the least.
Sitting on the leather seat, he brought his finger up to trace the line of her jaw.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to you in time that night, cara. I’ve been haunted day and night by images of you being flogged so badly by that asshole. If only I’d come to the club on time, I could have saved you from much of that pain.”
Is that why he’d lied to her? He was ashamed for not rescuing her soon enough? All she could think was that he had rescued her from Allen’s cruelty. Not once, but twice. More importantly, he’d started her on a journey of sexual self-discovery as a submissive and she wanted to continue that—in the bedroom and out, with or without him. Preferably with.
Angelina realized she needed to tell him these things, not just keep them inside. She reached out and ran her finger along his collarbone and down to the vee in his scrubs to touch his chest hair.
“You did rescue me, Marc. And I, too, have been haunted by that night, but my dreams were filled with an angel-man-wolf dream lover I thought I’d imagined. You reminded me so much of him so many times, but I didn’t think he existed. Yet, here you are.”
“When you left the club that night, I thought I’d never see you again.”
Marc leaned forward and pulled her face toward his, teasing her lips with tiny nibbles until she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue entrance to thrust in and out in simulated lovemaking. When she sucked him deeper inside, his hand brushed across her nipple, then pinched the tip until she squirmed in his lap. Her clit throbbed, needing him to touch her there again.
She pulled away, gasping for air. “I need you to make love to me, Marc. Now.”
“Not yet.”
She groaned. “Marc, please.”
He chuckled. “First, I want your hot mouth on me, Nurse Angelina. Give ol’ Doc a blow job.”
She grinned at his crude language. Well, he’d turned her down so many times she’d wanted to please him, she didn’t think he’d ever let her get this close, so she wasn’t going to wait around for him to change his mind. Scooting off his lap, she knelt between his knees and lifted his scrubs, then pulled the drawstring on his pants to free his penis.
Mio Dio. So long and thick. How would she ever get him inside her? Well, that was something to worry about later. Staring at him, she felt some performance anxiety for the first time in her life. She wanted to please him so much.
Angelina placed her hand at the base of his penis and he hissed, throwing his head back. She smiled. He hadn’t come with her before. More than likely anything she did would get him off. She brought her fingers up to play with his balls, gently pulling the hairs and skimming her fingernails over him.
She lowered her mouth to him and ran the tip of her tongue around the head of his penis, tasting the salty pre-cum.
“Ah, Gesu, Amore, you’re killing me.”
Empowered, she wrapped her lips around him, sucking him into her mouth, pulling her head away at the same time. He scooted further down in the loveseat, closer to her. She pressed her mouth down his shaft and pulled back. With each thrust, she pressed him a little further into her mouth, until he’d gone as far as the back of her tongue. Oh, God, she still only had half of him inside her.
He placed his hands on her head and held her there as he pumped his penis into her mouth. With each stroke, he went deeper until he hit the back of her throat and she gagged. He didn’t stop and each time he hit her throat, she gagged a little less. His hands controlling her head made her want to try and take him deeper. She tried to relax her throat. He continued to pump into her face and she placed her fist around the base of his penis and fisted him. When she felt him start to pulsate around her hand, she pulled her face away.
“I’m sorry. God, your mouth is so hot. I didn’t want to stop you, but I want to come inside your pussy. Put a condom on me.” He pointed behind her and she turned to find a bowl of condoms on the table. Picking up one, she grinned seductively as she slowly tore open the foil package with her teeth.
“Pet, if you don’t get that damned thing on me now…”
She laughed and took the condom out and placed it around the head of his penis, then slowly rolled it down his bobbing shaft.
“Straddle me. Now.”
Angelina pulled the short skirt of the nurse’s uniform up and placed a knee beside each of his hips. He took her bare butt in one hand and his penis in the other and rubbed himself along her cleft.
“So fucking wet for me, pet.”
She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his, nibbling and biting at his full lower lip. When his penis found her entrance, he pushed himself against her. Would he just ram himself inside? She held her breath.
“Relax. I haven’t lost all control. Yet.” He placed both hands on her butt and held her in place as he thrust his hips up and down a little more each time, stretching her opening, lubricating his penis by entering, pulling out, entering and going a little deeper, then withdrawing, and repeated the motions over and over as he worked himself inside her.
“So tight. So perfect.”
His words warmed her and she lowered herself further onto his penis. “Oh, Marc. I mean, Sir. Oh, God.”
“At this moment, I’ll answer to any of the above.”
His hands left her butt and went to her breasts. He kneaded and pinched them into a frenzy. She threw her head back with abandon.
He continued to ease his length into her. How much more? She reached between their bodies and felt he still had several more inches not yet inside.
“Touch yourself, pet. Play with your clit.”
In front of him? She shook her head.
“It wasn’t a suggestion. Touch yourself the way you do when you’re alone.”
Her face flamed. He wasn’t supposed to know she did that.
He pulled out of her and she was afraid she’d displeased him, then he took the head of his wet penis and slid it along her cleft until her clit was well lubricated. He slid his penis back down until he was at the opening of her pussy again and pressed halfway in with one thrust.
“Oh, God.” Her insides melted.
“Touch yourself. Now, pet. Don’t make me punish you.”
With reluctance, she let her finger slide to her now very wet clit. She closed her eyes and looked away, embarrassed.
“Look at me.”
She groaned, then opened her eyes.
“Pleasure yourself for me, pet.”
She felt her pussy clench around his penis as he drove deeper inside. When his penis hit her G-spot, she felt her control giving way. Slow it down. He didn’t give her permission to come. She stroked harder, taking him deeper and deeper. Using her free hand on his shoulder and her knees on the seat to steady herself, she pumped up and down on her knees.
“Yes, bella. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Emboldened and close to coming, she flicked her finger over her erect clit. “Sir. Please, may I come.”
“Come, pet. Suck me dry.”
She took herself over the crest. “Oh, God! I’m coming! Harder, Sir. Fuck me harder. All the way in.”
“I thought you’d never asked.” He grasped her hips and lifted her up, then slammed her down on his penis to the hilt.
“Oh, my God! Oh, Marc! Don’t stop! Oh, yesss!” No longer needing her finger to come, she put both hands on his shoulders and they slammed against each other. The pressure built, each impact sending a frisson of electricity to her clit, her pussy muscles tightening.
“Gesu. I’m coming, pet. “Ahhhhgggggg!” Marc shouted his release at the same time she bucked and jerked against him in their simultaneous orgasm.
All coherent thought escaped her. She screamed as he plowed into her, then glanced down at him and saw his eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on his face. She’d made him feel that. The power left her weak, which didn’t make sense at all.
When his penis and her vagina stopped pulsating, unable to hold herself upright any longer, she collapsed onto his shoulder, gasping for air.
Marc stroked her back. “Incredible.”
“Yes, it was.”
She smiled, then sat up, his penis still inside her, and began buttoning the rest of her nurse’s uniform with fumbling fingers.
“I had a whole scene planned for the medical room tonight, but I knew I would never make it across the hall. I’ve been hard for you since Friday night at the bar. That scene will have to wait for another time, though.”
“Well, I did offer to do something about that on Saturday. And Sunday. And Monday.”
“I know, bella. Sometimes I’m a damned fool.” He looked up at her and stroked her hair. She thought he was going to say something else, but he just grinned and said, “Now I’m just going to have to make up for lost time.”
This couldn’t be good. Okay, yes, it could, but she’d already had two orgasms tonight. She was more than satisfied.
“You didn’t happen to wear the butt plugs like I asked you the other night.”
She shook her head. She hadn’t wanted any reminders about what she’d lost with Marc. To have him back now seemed too good to be true.
“Well, maybe we can do a little demonstration of Doc’s techniques some other time in there.”
“You mean let people watch?” She felt her body tense.
“Judging by the way your pussy just tried to strangle my cock, I’d say that’s a definite possibility.” Marc smiled. “How do you feel about that?”
She’d never thought about it, but wondered what kind of demonstration he had in mind.
“I can see from your eyes the thought interests you. I love your curiosity.”
She couldn’t believe the things she’d tried in less than a week. “I can’t believe how different tonight’s experience was from my first one in here.”
“It’s all in who you let Dom or Top you, pet. Trust. Negotiation. Consent. Safety.”
Angelina smiled and she almost didn’t say it, but decided to be brave for a change. “I want you to be my Dom. Not just for this week.”
His eyes warmed to her. “I’d be honored. Thank you for trusting me.” Then he grew serious. “Why don’t you move to Denver? You can live with me. My house is enormous and you can have as much privacy and independence as you like. But I need you in my life, Amore. You complete me.”
Angelina froze and pushed away from him. Whoa! Moving in? This was happening too fast. “Marc, I appreciate how gentle and patient you’ve been with me as you explained this lifestyle to me and I want very much to be your submissive. No man has ever excited me the way you do.”
“Angelina, for the first time in my life, I want more than a Dom/sub relationship.”
She placed her finger on his lips to stop his words before he said something they’d both regret. “I can’t be anything more right now. Please don’t ask.”
She saw the hurt in his eyes and ached that she’d put it there. But Marc was an adventurer; he loved the wilderness. She was afraid of everything about that part of his world. Eventually, he’d grow tired of her not wanting to share all of his world. Sex and lust could only last so long. While having a Dom/sub relationship would be enough for her right now, eventually, he’d expect more. She couldn’t tie him down to her like that.
“You need someone who can share your love of the wilderness. That’s a huge part of who you are and I wouldn’t be able to be with you. I’m terrified of those mountains. They took Papa from me.” She felt him tense. “He was SAR. There was an avalanche.” Marc showed sympathy, but didn’t seem at all surprised, which seemed odd to her.
“I’m so sorry, cara. To suffer a great loss like that, it’s understandable to want to find a reason why. To blame someone—or something.” He reached up and brushed the hair back from her face as he searched for words to say. “The wilderness can be unforgiving. She demands respect. But she can also embrace you and make you feel you’ve come home, as she does me. I could show you that world, too, just as I introduced you to this one.” He waved his hand to take in the cross and spanking bench.
Tears pricked her eyes. “You see what I mean? You’re at home out there, but I’d feel like a prisoner.” Yet she wanted more with Marc, too. She touched his cheek, hoping he’d know how much she cared for him, but restraints were working against her now.
Maybe it was time to free herself. “Marc, you did rescue me in time last month. But now I have to rescue myself before I can be the woman you deserve.”
Fear flitted across his eyes. “You’re already perfect for me, Amore.”
She shook her head. “I can’t explain, but give me a few days. There’s something I need to try first.”
He cocked his head and quirked an eyebrow, waiting for her to explain, but she needed to formulate a plan first.
“You’ll just have to trust me, even though I think trust might be harder for you than it was for me.”
“Touché.” He smiled, but his eyes remained filled with hurt and disappointment.
Would she survive this trial by fire she needed to put herself through to see if she could move forward in a relationship with Marc?