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He's just stopped pretending and shown more of himself, and…I am not sure what to make of it. This is what I wanted, right? Doc vulnerable and not hiding his emotions anymore. He won't hold back now and I am responsible for that. My scalp tingles. What if...what if he was right to have been cautious?

  What if I can't take it?

  What if it's too much for me?

  What if...it's everything he promises it to be? He's the only man I'd want to use my body however he sees fit. He's the only one I want to be with. A sizzle of anticipation lights up my nerve cells.

  "Y...yes." I stutter.

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, I do trust you to understand what I need."

  He glares at me and my breath catches.

  My palms grow damp. "Anything else?"

  "I decide when to stop. I decide what you need. I decide when you can orgasm. What you eat, when you can breathe."

  One side of his mouth twitches, in what I am coming to see as Doc's evil smile.

  "You are saying this just to shock me." I pout.

  "Am I succeeding?"

  Yes.

  Yes.

  "No." I clench my jaw.

  "Excellent." He rubs his palms together. Long fingers, thick digits, the girth of each one is about the circumference of my cunt. And I am sure he means to have each one of those inside of me, all at once. My toes curl.

  "In that case, you wouldn't mind if I told you that I plan to make sure various parts of you are teased out, that you are filled up to the point that you can’t move, can’t whine, can’t do anything except ask me to stop. Beg me to cease…and when you can’t even do that, you will submit to me.”

  Omigod! Did he read my mind? Did he say that just to see the effect his words have on me?

  His eyes gleam; his lips purse.

  Bet he thinks I am going to turn around and run away screaming, conforming to the stereotype of the fainting human virgin female. And if I had any common sense left, I would do just that, except...my gaze drops to the front of his pants and the erection tenting his crotch. It's massive. Huge. About the size of my forearm. I gulp.

  He's going to cram that...that monster dick inside of me?

  My pussy quivers. Moisture gushes out from between my legs.

  “Agree, Red?”

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  Doc

  Her pupils dilate, and she darts out her tongue again to lick her lips. A groan tears out of me. I am trying my best to rein myself in, but this woman insists on testing me, pushing me to the furthest extent of my control. She knows just what to say and do to entice me.

  “Yes.” She lowers her chin then peers up at me from under her eyelashes.

  Coquettish, and yet, seductive. Innocent, yet such a tease, and all mine. Mine. I get to be her first, to introduce her to the pain that waits for her. It is I who will initiate her into an entire new world of experience, at every level. My cock thickens.

  “Yes, Alpha.” I harden my voice.

  She pouts, and my gaze falls to her rosy mouth. A mouth that I intend to make full use of as I thrust into it. I intend to stuff my dick down her throat, make her suck on my shaft, lick it, swirl her soft tongue around it, and make her swallow every drop of my cum. A vein throbs at my temple.

  Get your head back in the present; focus on her. This is about her, how she responds to you. How much can she take.

  I need to coax her into my world. Small steps.

  Just one thing at a time, you don’t want to overwhelm her, do you?

  “Yes, Alpha.” The repeated words tremble from her lips on a sigh. She hunches her shoulders and lowers her gaze. Her chin rolls forward, and she folds her fingers together in front of her, just the right blend of supplication in every angle of her body.

  “You don’t have to do that, you know.”

  “What?” She tilts her head.

  “I prefer it when you challenge me. You don’t have to comply with everything I say.”

  “You want me to question you?”

  “Try.” I pinch her chin so she raises her head and meets my gaze. “That’s the imperative word. I want you to stand up to me, to go toe to toe with me. I want you to push back, not suppress.”

  “I am confused… Alpha.”

  Heat sears my veins.

  “I need you to go with your instinct and ask me to stop, to cry out in pain, to whine with need and not pull back.”

  “I thought you want me to submit?”

  “Only when it feels right. Only when you have accepted me as your Master.” I peer into her eyes.

  She blinks, “You want me to not hold back my natural responses. You want me to give you a chance to—”

  “Prove that I am worthy of you.”

  “That’s strange, I never thought of it that way, Alpha.”

  The sound of her voice calling me by that title, fucking hell, my dick twitches, tenting my pants. I need to be inside of her now.

  “Let me show you.” I drop to my knees and grip her thighs.

  She stiffens; her muscles clench, and her legs instinctively squeeze back together. I raise my head to meet her green gaze.

  “Let me.” I massage her curves, and she allows me to slide her legs apart.

  In this position, I am eye-level with her chest. That’s how tiny she is. I lower my gaze to her breasts and her gorgeous flesh trembles.

  I lean forward and curl my fingers around her nipple. Her body tenses.

  I pinch the hardened flesh, and a moan wheezes out of her.

  The sweet scent of her arousal drifts around me teases at my nostrils, and my cock thickens. My back twinges and my chest burns. Outwardly, I have healed. My wounds have closed up—there are no scars left, but my insides ache.

  Is it because of being burned or due to another kind of heat, this nearness to her that sweeps aside all my defenses and exposes me to her? Does she realize how vulnerable she makes me?

  She’s agreed to give herself to me over the next forty-eight hours. She’s put herself in my hands; she trusts me.

  It’s a big responsibility she’s given me. Opening her eyes to the fact that sometimes what her body doesn’t want is just what she needs to be aroused. How will she react when she discovers that? Only one way to find out.

  I lower my head and fasten my lips over her clit.

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  Alice

  A whine shrieks out of me. No warning, nothing. He simply fastens his lips around my pussy and sucks. Heat sizzles up my spine. I rise to the balls of my feet, straighten to get away from him, but that only pushes my pelvis closer to his mouth.

  His beautiful, gorgeous, torturous mouth that licks through my lower lips, and slinks into the crevices between the folds of my cunt. Too much. Too soon. Oh! The stirrings of a climax ripple up from my toes. Omigod. Oh my! No. Not so soon.

  I cannot be on the verge of a climax already, not when he’s only just begun to tease me.

  But then everything, since we’d set eyes on each other, was but foreplay leading up to this moment. This instance when he grabs my hips and angles me up so I am riding his mouth.

  His tongue plunges into my wet channel, and my knees buckle.

  Once again, he doesn’t hesitate. Simply sweeps me up close to him. He drags his arm under one of my legs, hooks his palm under my knee, and wraps it over his shoulder. In that position, I am open and vulnerable and spread for him. His tongue plunges inside my drooling channel again and again. A shudder runs down my spine, to meet that sweet spot of torture in my groin. Blood thuds in my temples, my heart thumps and its every throb is echoed by the beat in my core.

  He bites down on my pussy, and I scream. I hunch over him, plunge my fingers into his hair, and hold on for purchase. I am going to come. Going to come. I can’t hold on, not any longer. My vision swims, my breath catches, and that’s when he pulls back.

  He’s gone. And I am empty and throbbing. Again.

  “Open your eyes.”

  The hushed command in his voice laps at my already frayed nerves.
I crack my eyelids open to find he's completely naked. Uh! When had he lost his clothes? I rake my gaze down those demarcated pecs, the hard eight pack that flows down the concave stomach to meet the heavy weight of his shaft...his beautiful, angry, throbbing cock that points in my direction. Everything I had guessed about its size was wrong. It's bigger than I imagined. It's a monster of a cock. Even to my inexperienced eyes, it's clear that his dick is a work of art. The muscle in question extends and thickens as I stare. I gulp. He'd been right about one thing. It's gonna hurt, doesn't matter where he sticks it in me, he's going to fill me up and stretch me and change every perception I had about making love. And that's what this is. It's the physical expression of what he feels for me. Doesn't matter what he calls it, or how much he denies it. Doc cares for me. He knows what I need and won't hesitate to give it to me. My heart flutters and my breath catches.

  He makes a low sound in his throat and I jerk. My gaze flies to his face and those glittering blue eyes lock on mine. They hold me, consume me, draw me in. His body is larger than life, massive, overwhelming, but his gaze...his gaze sears me to the bone, sinks into hidden crevasses, probing, stretching, preparing me for the intrusion that is to come.

  His pupils blink vertically, and my sex clenches.

  He bares his teeth and the sight of those sharp pointy canines… I gulp. Moisture floods from between my legs.

  He flicks back his ears, and it's animalistic and feral and so different from anything else I have ever seen. Okay. I admit it. That’s sexy as hell. It’s an outward sign of the emotions roiling inside of him. The fact that even though he pretends he is in control, he isn’t. That thought sends me over the edge. All my muscles go rigid, my spine bows, I thrust out my breasts, and the breath shudders out of me and…

  “Don’t you dare come, Red.” His warning tone cuts a swathe through the sexual haze in my mind.

  I open my mouth to speak, and he shakes his head. Oh! Okay. So apparently our sessions have already begun, and he doesn’t want me to orgasm. Hmph! I pout, and his eyebrows lower.

  I flutter my eyelashes, and he tightens his grip over my ass, squeezing the flesh so tightly that I gasp.

  “Focus, Red. You need to be present, with me, here.”

  Where the hell else does he think I am?

  I widen my gaze, and he clicks his tongue, “I don’t want you in your head, I want all of your attention to be on me.”

  Huh, then how do I come if I am supposed to look at him?

  “Exactly.” His features resolve into a look of satisfaction. “If you have your attention on me you won’t come without my permission.”

  Should he be telling me that?

  I mean isn’t that like a trade secret or something?

  He tosses his head, “It’s the only way for me to monitor your reactions, make sure you are safe.”

  Safe? I’ll never be safe as long as I am near him, with his face between my legs, with his lips gleaming from the evidence of my cum. My arousal all over his mouth. He licks his lips and a shudder teases my skin.

  Little flickers of heat pinprick down my back.

  Ah! Hell, he knows how to get me off.

  He frowns, “You may be thinking that is a contradictory statement, but trust me on this, Red.”

  Okay. I nod.

  His blue eyes flare; a nerve throbs to life at his temple. His gaze rakes over my features as if he’s seeing me properly for the first time. Is that good? Or bad? I mean, I’ve done what he’s asked so far. I allowed those mesmerizing eyes to lock on mine and tether me to him, right? I had not come despite the fever pitch to which he’d aroused my body, too. So what else can he want?

  “I want all of you. I am not going to stop until you fall apart under my lips, hmm?”

  Still holding my gaze, he leans close once again until his breath sears my weeping pussy lips. Until my lower belly quivers, and liquid lust dampens my core. A moan whines out of me, and I shudder.

  A nerve flexes above his jawline. He’s trying to control himself and almost succeeding. Not fair. I’ve agreed to be his for the next forty-eight hours. I’ve offered myself up to him willingly. I can’t wait to see what else he can do to me. He could play my body like it was his, but I could tease him just a little, too, right? He hasn’t said anything about not doing that.

  I tighten my grip on his hair and tug. A shudder runs down his spine, one he can’t hide. A fierce satisfaction grips me. I am having as much of an impact on him as he is on me. I pull at his hair, and a growl rips from him.

  “Next time I am going to bind your hands.”

  He thrusts his tongue into my channel again. He twists it inside of me, sweeping over my trembling inner walls.

  He squeezes my hips and pulls my pelvis toward him.

  He tilts me at just a slightly different angle, just right for his tongue to curve inside of me. He hits a spot that sends shivers of heat skittering over my nerves. Adrenaline laces my blood, and my heart pounds so hard it shoves away all of the thoughts inside of my head. My eyelids flutter; I so want to close them, to focus inside, on the turmoil he’s putting my body through, on how he’s drawing my emotions from me, making me want to come…come. I need to come.

  A groan trembles up my throat, and color brightens his cheeks.

  He’s pleased with the reaction he has wrought from me. My hips buck forward, and I have nothing to do with it. He’s controlling my body, willing it to come and yet hold back. I stay poised on the edge of that precipice that calls to me to take a step and go over. Please. Please. I repeat the words in my head, my lips moving to form them. He shakes his head, his tongue thrusting in and out of me. He drags one hand forward to pinch my clit, and I howl. Tears run down my cheeks. A wave of tension grips me. More moisture bubbles out from between my legs, all swept up by his mouth. He tears his mouth from my pussy, and those eyes of his flash vertically, sending another ripple of lust down my spine. Now. Now, it has to be now.

  “Not yet.”

  Bastard. I snarl, the sound frustrated and as animalistic as him.

  There is no change in his expression. He watches me as if I am a clinical specimen or his newest creation. I am his plaything. His.

  What have I let myself in for? Barely ten minutes into our scheduled forty-eight hours, and I am not sure how I am going to survive. I am in so much pain…pleasure. Both. Neither.

  He plunges three fingers inside my pussy at the same time as he slaps my ass cheek with his other hand.

  The pain whines over my sensitized nerve endings. All of my brain cells seem to fire all at once.

  “Come for me, Red.”

  17

  Doc

  Her cheeks grow fiery, her chest heaves, and a keening cry emerges from her mouth. I have never seen a woman come apart so beautifully on my tongue. She throws back her head; her nails dig into my scalp. The pain rips down my spine, arrowing to my groin, and my dick hardens. I welcome the lust that laps at my nerves. The need to take that unfolds in my belly. She arches her back, her nipples thrust up, and moisture gushes out from between her legs. I lick it up, all of that sweet honeyed essence of her. All of it is for me. Only me. I shove my tongue into her wet cunt, and she shudders. Her shoulders jerk.

  She opens her mouth, and a moan drips out.

  Fuck me. That keening cry of hers, the way she’s pleading with me to take her and put her out of her misery…oh, not through words.

  I hadn’t been kidding her when I told her that she should not speak in our sessions. I hadn’t told her that it was because she didn’t need to. Because I can intuit each nuance of her body, I can sense her every want, read her actions, which, by the way, do speak louder than words. Sometimes what she wants is not what she asks for. What she craves is not what she’ll request.

  Nothing like words to pollute the sheer purity of the body’s need, and that’s all this is. Lust. Hunger. The need to satiate that greed inside of me. For her. Just for her. I have never felt this needy with anyone else.

 
I’ve never wanted anyone to submit to me more.

  Never has someone held me in their power as much. Yeah, it sounds all wrong…but this is not only a power exchange.

  This is not a give and take. This is all about her.

  I am her Master because she chooses to submit to me. She follows my rules because she chose to agree to it. I have control because she believes I deserve it. I punish her, I mark her, I use her, for she allows it. I own her. The fact that she has me in her grasp. That I will adapt my body to her needs. Bend my perversions to accommodate her. For in gratifying her, in pleasuring her, is my true fulfillment. She has me in her power and she isn't even aware of it.

  She chose to give herself to me and trust me when I say that I take my obligation to pleasure this woman seriously.

  A scream tears out of her, and her entire body shudders. She slumps, her breasts grazing my hair as her head bows.

  My dick hardens; blood rushes to my groin. The burn in my chest deepens. Blood thunders in my head. Her legs give way under her, and she slides down, her slick skin, slipping over my shoulders. I swallow, and the sweetness of her fills my mouth, the scent of her surrounds me, teases me, tugs at me to throw her down and rip into her and knot her. Knot her. My vision narrows on her.

  Everything else fades. All other thoughts empty from my head. Mine. She’s mine. I am going to take her, and no one can stop me from claiming her. She belongs to me.

  I rise to my feet, my arms cradling her as I hold her close to me.

  She’s tiny enough to huddle against my chest. Aftershocks rack her body, and her breasts twitch. The outline of her still hard nipples strokes my chest.

  Another shiver of lust tears through me. My balls grow heavy; my dick hardens to the point that I am sure that I am leaking precum.

  A growl rumbles up my chest, and she whines, the sound so hungry I forget she’s human. Fragile. She is mine. My mate. Mine to take and please. To command as I want. To fulfill and knot and…do it. What are you waiting for? I stride up the stairs and into the house, to the bed, where I lay her on her back.