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  “Toll?” Hell, if she moved any closer she’d find herself pressed against that enthusiastic part of him demanding she take notice.

  “A kiss, Rex. A kiss for your freedom.”

  “What if I like it fine right here?”

  “Then a kiss to stay.”

  He smiled, relieved she’d finally made her move. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

  Nat had lost her mind the minute he’d walked through her door wearing that killer grin. Rex made jeans look like formal wear and filled out his Polo like a magazine model. He should have been too slick for her taste with that Southern boy charm. Instead, he made her laugh when she wasn’t drooling over his impressive arms and chest she was dying to try to wrap her arms around, inch by solid inch.

  For hours she’d enjoyed herself, knowing she could have him if she wanted. Just a taste, a sip of his lips. Or more. He and R were the same person. She could feel it.

  Why not take what she wanted, a nibble of desire, enough to hold her over until she got the courage to hit the club again? Even though she knew getting too close to her fantasies was dangerous, that taste of power when commanding R and J had seduced her into wanting more.

  But not from R or J. From Rex. She wanted to own him.

  She recognized an answering need in him too. And Lord love her, she wanted to give him—them—what they both wanted. Why deny their chemistry? She could have sex and not go too far into a D/s fantasy, couldn’t she?

  Admitting she’d been with him at the club was still an unnerving prospect, because that meant exposing a part of herself she’d made a rule to keep hidden. Play happened behind closed doors, with faceless men she’d never see again. Telling a lover the truth about her needs had never worked before. Why try now and risk not only a broken heart, but losing her dream job too?

  Just regular sex, Nat. Don’t get greedy. She could do this, play the casual lover with a man she’d come to regard as someone special.

  “A kiss, hmm, Ms. Wielder?” Rex moved closer. “I thought we were just friends.”

  “Friends about to fuck,” she said bluntly and yanked him to her. Tired of waiting, of fantasizing about him as much as she dreamed about R, she planted a kiss on him she wouldn’t soon forget.

  Unlike most men, Rex didn’t try to overpower her. He moaned into her mouth, and his compliance pushed her to take more. Let go, let him take charge, she tried to tell herself. So she angled her head to give him better access, letting him take the lead, and nearly cried in disappointment when he accepted the challenge.

  Rex backed her against her door. He took control, kissing her with demand.

  Except…instead of turning her off, their role reversal turned her on. There was something forceful yet hesitant in the kiss, as if he waited for her approval, giving her exactly what she wanted without her having to ask. Crazy, but she felt it, especially when he trailed kisses down her throat and sucked at her neck.

  She twisted beneath him, aroused and aching, needing to be filled. She gripped his cock through his denims and had the satisfaction of hearing him hiss with pleasure.

  “Yes, Nat. God, that’s good.” He nibbled his way to her ear and whispered, “Tell me how to please you. I want to make you feel so good. So fuckin’ good. Mistress…”

  Yes. She knew it!

  Her breath hitched when his fingers dug under her shirt and made circles on her belly. Then his hand inched between them, under her shorts and panties. He stroked the V between her legs, coming close, but not close enough, to her throbbing clit.

  Gripping his hand, she forced him to stay right where he was, lost in sensation. “That feels amazing, right there. Rub me, baby. Make me come all over your fingers.”

  “Oh yeah.”

  She needed this so badly, to be herself and revel in the release. No masks, no anonymity. She needed a connection with another person, a man to know her name and her face and still want to fuck her the way she wanted.

  He watched her while he fingered her, and she stared back, not embarrassed or ashamed, but so aroused she wondered if a person could actually combust from too much pleasure.

  Changing the angle of his fingers, he shoved a thick finger inside her while he continued to caress her clit, and the shock of intrusion shot her into immediate climax.

  She cried his name as the pleasure cascaded through her body.

  But Rex wasn’t done. He dropped to his knees and yanked her jean shorts and panties down to her ankles. Then he clamped his mouth over her clit and licked, stoking her higher.

  He moaned as he ate her up, stirring her past pleasure into sensation so intense it grew uncomfortable. “So good. That’s it, sugar. All over my tongue.”

  “No, wait.”

  He eased up, and she speared her fingers through his hair, enthralled with the glaze of arousal over his lips. “I want you in me this time.”

  He stood and put his hand to his jeans when she stopped him.

  “No, let me.”

  His hands dropped, and he watched as she slowly unbuttoned him. She ran her hands over the thick bulge held tight by his boxer briefs. She slowly pulled them down, exposing his heavy shaft with a torturous slowness.

  He trembled, and her arousal rose again, seeing the pent up desire holding him fast.

  Unable to resist, she dropped to her knees and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

  “Natalie,” he gasped, then gripped her hair. As soon as he did it, he froze, falling back into the submissive role she’d once demanded of him.

  “That’s it. Fuck my mouth,” she ordered in a low voice. “Let’s get you nice and wet.”

  “But I…” He started pumping, his breath rough. “Whatever you want, Mistress.”

  He was thick, so big and hard. And he called me Mistress.

  She glanced up and saw the expression on his face, superimposing it onto R. Same shadows on his cheeks, same chiseled chin, same full lips parted on a moan. Rex. R. With her in her home, two worlds colliding, and for the first time in a long time, she was glad.

  She gently scraped her teeth over him, and he shuddered.

  “Fuck. I’m gonna come. Let me… God, Nat, I…”

  He needed to come, but he needed her permission, didn’t he?

  She let him fall from her mouth and stood. “Follow me.” Time to see what her boy was really made of. And God help them both when the truth came out. Because she planned on taking her bratty lover through his paces. Tonight, he’d show his Mistress just what he was made of. And if she liked what she saw, she might consider keeping him.

  Chapter Seven

  Nat continued to undress as she walked to her bedroom, until she stood naked in front of her bed. She turned around and crooked her finger at Rex, who had stopped in the doorway and stared at her. He still wore his shirt, and his cock stood stiff through his parted, unbuttoned jeans.

  “Strip,” she ordered.

  He obeyed without question, and she wondered if he was aware of how quickly he accepted commands.

  “I want to make you come so hard,” he rasped. “All over my mouth. My cock.” He wrapped a hand around himself, daring her to punish him. She could see the naughty glint in his eyes.

  “You’re a kinky guy, aren’t you, Reginald Samson?”

  His breathing increased, and he rubbed himself harder.

  “Yeah, a great big dirty boy.” One who needs to learn to behave. She loved this kind of play—taking charge, getting off on the thrill of power. And more, the thrill of meeting someone of a like mind, who wanted to experience the pleasure she liked to dole out.

  “Let me please you, Mistress. However you want me, I’m yours.”

  “Good boy. That’s much better.” What an amazing picture. Rex, naked and hard. His muscles constricting as he clenched his fists. His body hers to play with. “Let go of that pretty co
ck.”

  He moaned and released himself.

  “Now come over here and get down on your knees.”

  He moved in a flash, supplicant before her. Yet nothing about Rex was weak. Such strength quivering to be set free. At her command.

  “What do you want, Rex?” She stroked his hair, enthralled with its silky texture.

  “I want you, Nat. All of you. Any way you’ll have me.” An answer that was so much more than what she’d asked, and she had no idea what to do with any of it beyond tonight.

  “Suck my clit into your mouth. Get me close to coming. Then put that fat cock in a condom and shove it inside me. Hard.”

  He didn’t need to be told twice. Rex knew how to please a woman with his tongue. Did he. He licked and stroked, teasing her nub into a sensitive state bordering on overstimulation even as she teetered on the cusp of orgasm.

  He massaged her with his large hands, stroking her thighs, her belly and up to her breasts. He seemed fixated on her nipples, tugging on her flesh with expert awareness of what turned her on and what didn’t.

  Then he nipped her clit, and she saw stars, cresting into climax.

  In a flash, Rex was on his feet, pushing her back onto the bed and then inside her as she clamped down on him and came. He rode her through her climax, but instead of obeying her to the letter, he pulled out and came over her belly on a loud groan.

  His orgasm was beautiful to watch. Rex had an amazing face, and she had yet to see an ugly expression. Even his sneers were handsome. His pleasure, something extraordinary.

  When he came back to himself, he pushed up on his hands and slid his cock over her belly, through his seed. “Shit.” He panted and trembled. “I’ve never come so hard before. I made a mess.”

  She wiped a hand over his slick cock, pleased when he shuddered again. “A mess all over me. One that could have been inside me.”

  He hung his head. “I’m sorry. I meant to put a condom on, but I lost it. I mean, Nat, you have no idea how sexy you are. How hard you make me—”

  She shoved him off her, and he fell to her side with a look of surprise.

  “Sugar, I’m sorry—”

  “You’re damn right you are.” How messed up was she that she wanted him to come deep inside her? Just him and her, no barriers? She took birth control, but she had no idea what Rex did in his off time. For all she knew, he could have had sex with three different partners without protection, then had unprotected sex with her. I’m such an idiot.

  “Nat, I swear. I’m clean. I never meant to come inside you. I plum forgot, and you were so hot around me…” His drawl grew thicker in his agitation.

  “My name is Mistress.” She slapped his chest and straddled his waist, deliberately rolling over his semi-hard shaft. “You disobeyed, didn’t you?”

  The confusion in his eyes charmed her without meaning to. Rex, for all his self-assured toughness, had a streak of innocence. Good old boy niceness that made his naughty streak so attractive.

  Finally understanding that she’d accepted his role in her bed, he gave her a soul-stealing grin. “I…did. I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  “No you’re not. But you will be.” She left him lying on her bed and found some scarves in her closet. She returned to the bed holding them. “You want to play with me, we do things by my rules. You’re going to get tied to my bed. And you’ll do whatever I want. Understood?”

  He stared from her to the scarves and back, and she noticed a fresh rise in his cock.

  “God, yes, Mistress. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”

  Rex had a difficult time reading her, but he couldn’t mistake Nat’s arousal. Her pretty pink nipples were hard. Her flat belly still glistened with his come, and he loved seeing her marked with bits of himself. So weird, yet the kink brought him closer to a dream of forever with the woman who could make it happen, if she wanted him enough.

  “You were at the club with J.” She tied his wrists to the bed, and he let himself relax, let himself fully trust her.

  “I was. I was also there with you that first night, when we watched that couple in the next room.”

  She paused after tying up his other wrist.

  “I wanted you so bad. I would have done anything to kiss you, to lick you up. You’re so sweet, Mistress.” She wanted to play the role, and he more than wanted to indulge in the fantasy. No more masks, just him and her.

  “You’re sexy, no doubt. And kinky too? My R and J. You liked him fucking you up the ass, didn’t you?”

  Hearing the words out of her lips, when he could still see her all buttoned-up in his mind’s eye, seduced more than any words could. He moaned. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “What does it feel like?”

  “You’ve never had anal sex?”

  “No. But I’ve wanted to.”

  At that, he grew harder. “It’s a fullness. A taking. A bite of pain, and so much pleasure because you were there, watching. Telling me what to do.”

  She continued to circle him, tying his ankles up now. A moment of concern hit, that he was well and truly fucked if she decided to bring out the crazy. But then she stroked his cheek, her eyes warm, and he relaxed again.

  “Shh. That’s it. I won’t hurt you. I promise. You can trust me, R.”

  He leaned into her touch. “Rex, Mistress. Please call me Rex.” He wanted this to be real, that she recall this later as a meeting between the real them. Not a play act, but a part of them they always kept locked down, now out in the open, between them.

  “Rex.” She bent down to kiss him, and he forgot his own name.

  He gripped the restraints, wishing he could touch her. Yet his helplessness made it all so much more intense. He submitted to her kiss, her tongue, her touch. She straddled him on the bed and kissed him until he couldn’t breathe. Then her skilled mouth moved down his body.

  “Tell me how you feel like this, when your mistress owns you.”

  He swore when her lips wrapped around his nipple and she bit. “God. Mistress, I…”

  She caressed the other side of his chest, treating him to the same erotic torment. “Continue.”

  He sighed. “I’m a man, and I’m supposed to be in charge all the time. Of everything. My company, my life, my relationships. But giving up control to you, it’s so sexy. So amazing to give you the pleasure you deserve.” He loved her kisses that continued over his belly and lower. “I love making you feel good. Seeing you come, watching you watch me and knowing I please you, it’s like nothing else. Nothing some boring vanilla sex with a woman or man can give me.”

  “Yes, a man.” She swirled her tongue over the skin next to his wet cock, and he arched under her, needing more. “Impatient, are we, Rex?”

  “No, Mistress,” he choked and forced himself to lie flat.

  “Tell me about what you want. About what kind of play turns you on.”

  “I like fucking, period. Women, men, both have something special for me. But it’s nowhere near as good as having you tell me what to do. I—”

  She engulfed his cockhead with her hot mouth, and he froze.

  She pulled away. “Talk or I stop.”

  “Jesus. Yes, sure. I want a woman to command me. But not all the time. Only in bed, for pleasure. I’m my own man. I don’t want to be a slave. I’m not into humiliation or pain. Just fucking until my Mistress comes all over my mouth, over my cock.”

  “You’re good with words.” She moved to his balls, and he curled his toes, forcing the orgasm at bay. “You were so sexy getting fucked by J. So hard for me.”

  “Yes, for you.” He couldn’t help humping her mouth when she took him inside again. “He was taking me, but you were taking me through him. Playing with me…” He swore his eyes crossed when she deep throated him and cupped his sac. Her hum encouraged him to continue. “Y-you get to me, Nat. Mistress. Whatever you
want to be called. I just… Fuck. I’m trying not to come, but I can’t hold out much longer.”

  She pulled away, and he wanted to cry. “Are you clean, Rex? Are you seeing anyone else but me?”

  “No, Mistress. I told you. Other than J—and we used protection—it’s just you. Been alone for months, and far longer than that, you want the truth…”

  “Always the truth, you bad boy.”

  He swore. “Fuck. You’re so perfect.” Desperate, he lost what he was saying as she blew him again, fondling with her skilled fingers and amazing mouth and tongue. “So beautiful. I want you. All of you, Mistress. Love you, Nat.”

  She sucked harder, and though he tried to hold off, when she pinched his nipple and added her teeth just under the crown of his cock, he lost it.

  He jetted into her mouth with such force he nearly passed out. The pleasure blinding him, a rush of ecstasy and love, falling into the one person who could understand him, who knew what he was and accepted him anyway.

  The rapture consumed him, until he eased back to reality and let himself relax.

  She’d swallowed him down, then pulled back, now watching him while she petted him all over, giving him the respite he more than needed.

  “Jesus, Mistress. That was so good.” At once, he felt ashamed and turned his head away. He’d come, and she hadn’t. She hadn’t even given him her permission to release. One step forward, two huge steps back. Hell. How to win back her trust?

  “What’s that look?” she asked softly, turning his cheek to stare into his eyes.

  “I’m sorry. I came and you—”

  “Swallowed every sweet drop.” The affection on her face was plain to see, and he couldn’t stop staring at her. “You’re sexy, Rex. So nice, so naughty. You seem too good to be true.” She sighed. “I’m not good at relationships, and I find myself wanting to keep you.”

  He didn’t speak, not wanting to ruin the moment.

  “I haven’t been with anyone, in a real relationship, in years. Once in a while I find a partner for sex, but it’s been a long time. Close to four months since my last encounter.”