doorway watching him give himself to me for whatever I

wanted, and the leather slid through my suddenly slick fists

with a sound like a whisper.

My feet moved even though I couldn't feel the floor. When

my knees hit the bed and I got up on it, the mattress

my knees hit the bed and I got up on it, the mattress

shifted. Austin gripped the headboard tighter, his head

turning. I saw the flutter and shadow of the long lashes I'd

always envied on his cheek.

"Paige…"

"Shh." I moved closer to kneel behind him, between his

ankles.

The cotton of my gown brushed his skin and I watched,

fascinated, as gooseflesh broke out on his back. Again he

bent his head. I could see his hands, the knuckles white. I

couldn't see his cock until I moved a bit to the side, and

then I bit my groan into silence so he wouldn't hear and

know how much the sight of him erect aroused me.

I had always been the one urging him to pin my wrists. Pul

my hair. I had taken him down paths he folowed eagerly

but only because I led him there. Now I folded his belt in

half to make a loop of it, and I ran the flat side of it down

his spine and over his ass.

I folowed it with the flat of my hand and reached between

his legs to weigh his bals before I ran my finger along his

perineum, up the crack of his ass and onto his back again.

Austin shivered at the touch, but didn't move. He didn't

Austin shivered at the touch, but didn't move. He didn't

speak.

Looking at the leather against his skin, I drew in a smal sip

of air. My world spun so much I had to clutch his

shoulder. My nails dug into his skin, and Austin made a

smal noise.

I didn't want to hurt him. Not realy. I didn't want to beat

him, or raise welts on his flesh. I wanted to colar and leash

him. I wanted to own him.

I tapped his ass with the strap, not hard enough to cal it a

slap. "Spread your legs wider."

His knees slid on my sheets and the headboard creaked.

Austin leaned forward until his forehead rested against my

pale green–painted wal. Those big shoulders hunched.

Those big hands gripped. The muscles in his ass flexed.

My hand found the familiar length and girth of his prick. I

stroked him gently a few times before withdrawing. I drew

a finger along his bals and ass crack again. I put a hand on

the back of his thigh to feel the tension there. I put a knee

on either side of his calf and pressed myself along his

back.

back.

I couldn't reach his ear, but I kissed the smooth expanse

between his shoulders. I bit him softly where his wings

would be if he were an angel and smiled at the sound he

made. I pushed my cotton-covered crotch against his bare

ass. He made another noise when I gripped the hem and

puled it to my hips so my bare crotch touched his skin.

I always shaved my bikini line, but I hadn't short-trimmed

my pubic hair in a while. Now the fluffy curls brushed him

as I moved my hips from side to side. It must have tickled,

because Austin shivered again.

I shivered, too. With my cheek pressed between his

shoulder blades and my cunt aligned with his ass, I

reached around to stroke him. Without lube my palm

skipped along the silken skin of his prick, up and down.

Austin pushed forward into it anyway.

"Do you like that?"

"What do you think, Paige?" His voice, harsh and low,

sent another shiver through me.

"I want to hear you say it." My heart was trying to leap out of my chest, and al I could manage was a whisper, but he

heard me.

"I like it when you touch me. Yeah."

"Like this?" I twisted my palm over the head of his cock

the way I knew he liked it.

"Yeah, like that…" he groaned.

I dropped the belt. It was a prop and I didn't need it.

Wasn't going to use it. If I couldn't leash and colar him

with my words, then I didn't deserve to have him. It hit the

floor with a thunk of metal. Austin didn't even look at it.

I molded myself to his back and closed my eyes. His skin

smeled like nothing else in the world but Austin. No

cologne or soap could take the place of it. I breathed him

in, and in the darkness behind my eyelids, I lost myself in

remembering the way it had always been.

It was a little different now. He jerked when my now-free

hand slid between his legs to cup his bals, and when my

thumb pressed his anus in gentle counterpoint to each

stroke of his cock. His body tensed and he muttered a

smal exclamation, but it didn't sound like it was of protest,

smal exclamation, but it didn't sound like it was of protest,

and I kept on what I was doing.

Stroke, stroke and press, press in time to the slow, subtle

bump of my cunt against his ass. I imagined filing him the

way he'd filed me so many times. Austin shuddered, his

groan sounding desperate. His cock sweled impossibly in

my fist. The tender, secret muscles of his ass tightened

under the pad of my thumb, and his bals contracted.

Subtle signs of his impending climax I'd never noticed

before.

"Do you want to come?" I asked him, certain of the

answer and surprised by his reply.

"No…not yet. Please." The word slipped out on a sighing

moan and he took a hand away from the headboard to put

over mine and stop my stroking. "I want to f—I want to

make love to you."

I kissed and nibbled his back for a second before I puled

away and spread myself out on the bed. "Use your mouth

on me first."

Austin looked over his shoulder, the side of his mouth I

could see tipped up. "Yes, ma'am."

could see tipped up. "Yes, ma'am."

He was teasing me a little, but I liked the sound of it

anyway. "Less talking, more licking."

Austin turned, stil kneeling, his prick in one fist. He let go

of it to hold his weight as he moved between my legs, but

he didn't dive straight into my pussy the way I expected

him to. He brushed kisses over both my knees, first, then

up my ticklish inner thighs. His nose nuzzled my cunt

before his mouth did, but when his tongue found the tight

bud of my clit, I wasn't quite ready for the shock of

sensation.

My fists clutched the quilt as my back arched. "Oh, God."

Austin murmured against my cunt. His lips and tongue and

teeth formed words I couldn't understand. He teased my

clitoris with smal, sweet licks and opened me with his

fingers to stroke me inside, too.

Everything about it was perfect. I didn't have to tel him

what I wanted or what I liked. He already knew.

In moments my orgasm built, ready to spil, but I didn't beg

him to hold off. I lifted myself against his mouth, urging him

to move faster. The world faded away until nothing

to move faster. The world faded away until nothing

remained but the tension coiling in my bely, the pleasure of

his mouth and hands on me, the soft sigh of his breath as

he whispered my name.

I went over. Slip-slide-fal and up again, desire blocked

out everything else. The world crashed, and Austin was

with me al the way when it did. His mouth eased off while

his hands cradled me until the leap and jerk of my muscles

stiled.

But if I knew Austin, he knew me, too. With less than a

minute for me to come down, he moved up my body to

take my mouth. His fingertips found my clit again and

circled. He took me to the edge within seconds. His cock

nudged me a moment after that.

I'm on the pil but I'm not stupid, not even for Austin. Not

like that, at least. "Condom."

He reached a long arm to yank open my nightstand, even

though I hadn't said that's where I kept them. He puled

out the long string of them—the same ones I'd bought a

year ago when I was thinking about having lots of random

sex with strangers. I never had gotten around to it. I'd only

ever used them with him.

ever used them with him.

It was tricky, him putting on the condom without leaving

my clit, so I helped him out by using my own hand in his

place. He roled on the rubber and moved between my

legs. Breathless, I put a foot on his chest to keep him from

sliding inside me.

"No," I said.

My fingers were wet when I took them away from

between my thighs. That was what he'd done to me. For

me. I held out my hand and he took it to help me off my

back. I pushed him gently until he sat and I gripped his

cock to hold it stil as I slid onto his lap.

Chest to chest, groin to groin and then, mouth to mouth.

My arms went around his neck and held the back of his

head. We kissed, hard but slow. Our tongues fought. He

tried to move, but without my cooperation could only rock

upward a tiny bit. Even when his hands gripped my hips,

my legs wrapped around his waist and I held my body stiff

and stil except for the kiss.

He let out a shuddering sigh. "Paige…"

I rocked my hips and squeezed him with my internal

I rocked my hips and squeezed him with my internal

muscles, but said nothing. I looked into his eyes. Austin

blinked and swalowed.