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  His hands retreated and I looked over my shoulder to find him applying a liberal portion of lube on his steely erection, making it glisten like a sinewy sword ready for battle.

  For a second, our eyes met. “Jason. I love you.”

  His gaze roamed over my body. “I love you too.”

  I braced for impact with my head down and my forearms pressed against the carpet. Jason spread my cheeks and smeared one final dollop of lube on my now clenching hole. Every muscle in my body strained and froze.

  He ran his fingertips down the length of my spine. “Don’t be nervous. You’re going to love it. I’ll go as slow as I can, but once I’m balls deep, I won’t last long.”

  The bulging tip of his cock nudged inside with a slick freeness, so he sunk in the next few inches without apprehension. His primal grunts echoed in the condo. I’d never heard his voice filled with so much lust as he gently sawed my tunnel.

  He stilled and his grip tightened on my hips. “Fuck, Sylvie, your sweet cherry bomb feels so fucking good. Breathe. I’m giving you more.”

  I shrieked as he packed more inches into my stretching chasm, slicing me open like a fresh, unsullied plum. The pain morphed into something else, something that I didn’t understand, something delicious I wanted more of, as my mind floated on a heady trip of its own.

  With his cock thrusting and begging for full immersion, I screamed. “Take me. Take me to your balls.”

  “Fuck yes.” One hand clutched my shoulder as he crammed the rest of his cock inside. He defiled my ass with sweat flying, ball slapping abandonment. The sensual torment collided with a sweet pleasure. Yes. This was an indescribable decadent…

  “Ah fuck babe…Jesus.” A string of growling obscenities tore out of Jason’s mouth as he pumped my ass full of his hot cream. My walls clamped down on his cock like a vice grip, squeezing every last morsel out of him as our moans of ecstasy, quieted to heaving pants.

  My body still grappled in its quest of full release, but something cathartic happened that I couldn’t explain. Jason’s grateful lips peppered my back with soft kisses.

  “Oh, babe. That was fucking awesome. Did you come?”

  “Didn’t you hear me screaming? So…you know…it was…great. Um…Jason. Your dick is still in my butt.”

  “Shit. Sorry.” He slowly extracted us from our sticky cum mess and my wilted limbs folded beneath me. I curled up on my side with his seed leaking from my now sore bum.

  Jason tossed me my clothes. “Are you all right?”

  “I guess so. I think I’m just spent.”

  “Babe, you can’t lay there. Don’t you want to get cleaned up in the shower or something?”

  I muttered. “Maybe a bath. Would you take a bath with me?”

  “You know I hate baths. But, how about I draw you one and pour you another glass of wine?” Jason hoisted me in his arms with a grunt.

  “Am I too heavy?”

  He smiled. “Either you’re too heavy or my legs are toast from fucking your ass. Your hot, tight ass.”

  His lips came down on mine and he surprised me with a gentle, romantic kiss. It was the only time he kissed me all night, but the tenderness and love he poured into it said everything. Even if I didn’t come, fulfilling his fantasy brought us closer together. I was more convinced than ever he would propose on our anniversary.

  As he released my mouth and carried me to the bathroom, tiny droplets of his cum dripped out of my butt and onto the carpet, the clean carpet that he shampooed himself on a regular basis.

  I giggled. “I shouldn’t laugh, but I’m leaving a trail of Jason jizz. Your clean carpet is soiled in a special sauce.”

  “I’m aware. What do you think I’ll be doing while you’re in the bathtub?”

  “Was it worth it?”

  “Totally.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  “So, is Andrew on board? He’ll be at Bria Thursday night?” Ashley asked anxiously at La Paloma during lunch. “I must admit, ever since you pointed out we were both single, I’ve thought of nothing else but Andrew naked. I mean, at the time I wanted to kill you for putting us on the spot, but now I want to fuck him.”

  “But, it’s not just that, you like him, right?”

  “Yes. I’d really like to fuck him.”

  Oh bless! What was I thinking? At Ashley’s urging, I hatched a plan to get them in a room alone. I invited them to join Jason and me at Bria on Thursday night, only I was going to make up a fake emergency at the last minute and not come. Ashley and Andrew would be in the private Alamo dining room on their own. She’d be all dressed up with no one to blow, hoping Andrew would take the bait.

  “Ashley, every time you say you want to F-Andrew, my ears bleed a little. Promise you’re not going to hurt him.”

  “Are you kidding? Have you taken a good look at him? The man is a catch. If anything, I’d be the one with the broken heart. It’s like he’s sweet, but there’s an edge there, something I can’t quite put my finger on, but it’s prickling at the surface, and I’m going to bust it out.”

  My mouth went dry at her accurate Andrew depiction. I chugged my water unable to quench my thirst. Ashley was right. There was something there. The way he said what he expected of me at work, with a calm yet assertive voice. The hint of a smile for a job well done, spoke more than a thousand accolades.

  A tinge of jealousy swept through my brain as I thought about Ashley and Andrew together at Bria, and continued downing my water.

  “Hey, this is a first.” Andrew’s hand landed on my shoulder.

  I jerked forward in an epic spit take that nearly drowned Ashley in its path. The water flew up my nose and I sputtered like a fish floundering on dry land. Holy guacamole. I looked like an idiot.

  Andrew gave me every available napkin he could get his hands on. “Here. Are you okay? I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just surprised you two beat me here. I’m never the last one to show up for lunch.”

  I clasped onto my last shred of dignity. “Yes. Sorry. I’m just a bit jumpy today. I guess I’m excited for the weekend. Jason has kept me on pins and needles acting like our anniversary Saturday is no big deal.”

  Andrew dried off his chair and took a seat. “Are you sure you want me and Ashley to join you two on Thursday night? Won’t we be in the way?”

  I snuck a peek at Ashley. “No. Not at all. We went there last year. It’s romantic, but I can’t imagine he’d propose before Saturday. Oh, that reminds me. Did you talk to your friend who manages the Brackenridge House?”

  “Yes. I spoke to Jay. It’s all set. You have the room with the private balcony.”

  “Oh, sounds romantic, Sylvie. The Brackenridge is such an amazing bed and breakfast.” Ashley said. “Does Jason know?”

  “No. Not a clue. I figured if I’m most likely getting a diamond, the least I could do is spring for the room. And I wanted to have it all decked out with champagne and his favorite food. I just wish I knew someone with connections that could help me get it set up ahead of time…hint hint.”

  Andrew’s face lit up in a thousand watt smile. “Anything for you, Princess Sylvie. Just bring everything to work on Friday and I’ll take care of it on Saturday morning before you check in.”

  “Thanks Andrew. You’re the best.”

  “Ashley, calm down.” I said as I walked through the door of our condo Thursday night. Jason was nearly asleep on the couch. “Hang on a sec. Jason, do you care if we eat later? I really need to talk to Ashley.”

  “Go for it babe. You’re so late. I already ate.”

  I hurried into the bedroom and shut the door. “Okay. I’m here. What the heck happened? I thought you and Andrew would still be at Bria.”

  “Oh my God, no. I’m so embarrassed. I don’t know if I can ever face him again.”

  I plopped down on the bed.”What do you mean?”

  “Sylvie, it was horrible. I’m mortified. Seriously, I might put in for a transfer.”

  “Just take a deep breath and start a
t the beginning.”

  “Well, it started out great. Just like we planned. Andrew and I were in the private dining room waiting for you and Jason. I mean, I was pretending to wait. I had my phone on the table because I knew you were going to call with your fake excuse. Andrew looked so fucking hot. Much hotter than he looks at work. His hair was slicked back, and for once he wasn’t wearing a tie. He had on a grey suit with black shirt that was open at the collar. We looked like we belong together because I wore my barely there black silk dress. He complimented me too, saying I looked sexy.”

  “None of this sounds horrible. What happened after I called?”

  “I told him you and Jason weren’t coming and it was his idea for us to stay and have dinner. I took it as a sign he wanted what I wanted. He even ordered for me, like it was a real date. So, after a couple glasses of wine, I went to him and sat on his lap. I kissed him. Oh my fuck. He is such a good kisser. There was so much heat and fire. The way he took my mouth like he fucking owned me. I know he was as turned on as I was. Christ his bulge was massive. Trust me. I’ve been around more than my fair share of cocks trying to break free from their pants, but never one this big.”

  My nipples hardened at the description of their kiss and Andrew…oh my Lanta! Eyes on the crisis!

  Ashley’s voice shook. “And then Andrew grabbed my wrists and broke our kiss. He turned me down. He said he couldn’t let things continue because we’re friends. Oh God, Sylvie, I made a fool of myself. I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He released my wrists and I straddled him in the chair and grinded on his cock. I was so turned on I wetted the crotch of his pants. I planted my mouth on his and he growled and bit my lip. He ordered me to stop. It was humiliating. He really didn’t want me.”

  “I don’t think that’s true. It definitely sounds like his bulge was humming a different tune. Did he say why?”

  “Yes. Andrew is a Dom.”

  “A what?”

  “A Dom. Like a Dominant or Master in some of those books we read. He came right out and told me. He said he knows exactly what kind of a woman he’s looking for. And even though he adores me as a friend, we just aren’t right for each other. As tempting as it was, he didn’t want to fuck me when he knew it couldn’t lead anywhere. He wasn’t willing to risk our friendship.”

  “Well, he does have a point about your friendship. Plus, do you honestly think you could be a submissive?”

  A heavy sigh followed a long pause from Ashley. “No. Probably not.”

  “Then isn’t it better to keep your friendship in tact if you know the relationship can’t go anywhere? This isn’t just any guy, it’s Andrew. He…he means a lot…to both of us.”

  “Maybe you’re right. But, in that moment, I would’ve done anything to feel him inside me. My God, I just saw him in this whole other way. He’s sexier now to me than ever, and he wants nothing to do with me.”

  “Ashley, that’s not true. He wants to stay friends. You’re more important to him than one night of sex. How did you leave things?”

  “How do you think? I bolted. I grabbed my purse and got out of there because I thought I was going to cry. Deep down, I know we aren’t right for each other and Andrew cares about me as a friend, but it doesn’t make the rejection hurt any less. You’re so lucky, Sylvie. You know what you want and you get it. You’ve never wavered once with Jason. You know you’re spending the rest of your life with him, and will probably be married by spring. I’m still going from guy to guy without a clue what it is I really want. I just know I feel lonely. I wish I had what you and Jason have.”

  I’d never heard Ashley so open and vulnerable in my life. I did my best to console her. Before we hung up, she told me she was calling in sick to work tomorrow.

  I flopped back on the bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about Andrew being a Dom. Looking back, I guess it all made sense. Without realizing, my hand floated inside my top, and I teased my erect nipples. They were so hypersensitive and reactive. I wondered if Jason paid more attention to my breasts, could he make me come, by doing this and nothing else? What would happen after I got breast implants in October? Would it still feel this good?

  I closed my eyes, reveling under my own touch. Maybe I shouldn’t get the implants. Maybe I was good enough, just the way I am.

  “Babe. That’s fucking hot.”

  My eyes popped open. Jason was in the bedroom. I didn’t even hear the door open. “Oh my gosh.” I sat up with jolt.

  “Please don’t let me stop you. I fell asleep on the couch. Looks like I was missing the show.”

  “Not really. But, I do need to tell you something. I was going to surprise you, but maybe you need to know. You might not want me to do it.”

  “Do what?”

  “I was going to get breast implants. I went to a consultation and I have an appointment, but now…I…”

  “That’s the best news I’ve heard all week. I can’t wait to play with them, and fuck them. How soon Sylvie? Christ I’m hard just thinking about it.”

  I mumbled. “October…I’ll have surgery in October.”

  “Sorry I’m late.…I…oh. Andrew, what’s going on?”

  I raced to our table at La Paloma, and found Andrew sitting alone in shorts and a workout tank. His tired eyes met with mine. I soaked in a complete view of his rugged, scruffy face and a tattoo I’d never seen before coiled around his right bulging bicep. Well, shut the front door! All this time, Andrew had been hiding this ridiculously sick ripped body under his suits.

  His hand brushed over his stubble. “I didn’t go to work today.”

  “Ashley told me she was going to call out sick.”

  He hung his head. “Did you speak with her?”

  “Yup. She was really upset.”

  “I figured as much.” He pushed out of his chair. “You and I need to have a talk. Will you take a walk with me?”

  “Sure. It’s just that…?”

  He grinned. “Don’t worry princess. I’ve got you covered.” Andrew reached into his pocket and produced a jumbo bag of peanut M&M’s.

  “Thank you. You think of everything. I haven’t had chocolate in almost twenty minutes.”

  “And don’t worry about tomorrow morning. I’ll stop by my office and pick up your stuff for the Brackenridge. You can count on me. I’ll always be here for you.”

  “I know. You rock. Thanks. I left everything in your office this morning.”

  We made our way past the bridge in silence except for the sound of me inhaling my candy.

  “Oh gosh. I’m sorry.” I said. “I didn’t even ask if you wanted any M&M’s.”

  “That’s quite all right. You seem to be enjoying them.”

  “You have to take some. I’ll eat the whole bag if you don’t.”

  I halted to pour some M&M’s in my hand and spilled a few on the River Walk path. “What the fudge? Sorry.”

  Andrew gathered them up and tossed them into a nearby trash can with a chuckle. “Don’t worry about it.”

  “What’s so funny? Are you laughing at how clumsy I am?”

  “No. I’m laughing, because just once I’d like to hear you let out an honest to God swear word.”

  “Well, you’re my boss. I’m trying to be a lady. Trust me, I think in cursive all the time. I just hardly ever say it.”

  “You think in cursive? As in curse words?”

  “Yes. There are days the F-word is right there on the tip of my tongue at work. It’s possible if I said it once, I might never stop. You should count your blessings, Sir boss man.”

  Andrew furrowed his brow. “What did you call me?”

  My voice stuttered and shook. “I…called you S-Sir. I’m sorry. I was just j-joking around. I didn’t mean to say that because of what Ashley told me.”

  “Sylvie. Relax. It’s okay. It just threw me for a second to hear you say it. I assume Ashley told you everything. That I’m a Dom. That’s why I wanted to talk to you. Did you want to ask me anything?”

  I licked my lip
s while staring into his deep, dark eyes. “I’m sure I have a million questions, but I can’t think of one right now.”

  “Then let’s keep walking until you do. I’ve officially given you the rest of the day off.”

  He placed his hand on the small of my back and we strolled along the water with the afternoon sun dancing on the river.

  Eventually, I got up the courage to ask him a question. “I suppose I would like to know something.”

  “What’s that?”

  “What is it about the lifestyle that you like so much?”

  He stopped and squared his shoulders. The way his eyes filled with passion as he spoke mesmerized me. “There are so many things. I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t love being in complete control sexually, but at the same time, my sub’s consent is where the real power lies. I think there’s remarkable strength in submission. The trust a submissive places in your hands to care for her and pleasure her, all while discovering and testing her limits, is the rarest form of pure beauty I’ve ever experienced.” He paused and grinned. “You thought I was going to say kinky fucking, didn’t you?”

  “Well...kind of,” I giggled.

  “I definitely enjoy that as well. But, it’s like any other relationship. Everyone has different tastes and desires. Take you and Jason. Did you ask him what his ultimate fantasy is?”

  “I did. And now that I think about it, maybe Jason is a Dom and doesn’t know it.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  “Well, he was very demanding, and made sure he got exactly what he wanted that night.”

  He closed the gap between us and said in soft voice. “What about you, Sylvie? Did you get what you wanted? Did he satisfy your needs? Did you come?”

  I exhaled. “No. But, I liked it. It was like this euphoric feeling of pleasure and pain together. Something different definitely happened.”

  “What happened? He wasn’t too rough with you, was he?”

  “No. It kind of felt like I was floating.” I turned away. “I’m probably not making any sense.”

  “Hey.” He put his hand on my shoulders. “You’re making perfect sense. And if you were mine, you would have come, more than once, while looking deep into each other’s eyes, completely connected. In my opinion, a guy that’s demanding, without considering your needs, isn’t a Dom. He’s just an asshole.”