They both collapsed against the bench, gasping for air. She had never been so loud in her life. Being in a place where she knew no one could hear her had been liberating.
Matt’s lips played along the back of her neck, sending quivers of awareness through her. “You’re such a wild thing, I might have to start keeping you on a leash.”
He stepped back and she felt him draw the butt plug from her opening. His hand glided down her legs, then she felt her ankles being unchained.
On a leash. For some reason, the idea excited her. She could imagine a collar around her neck with a chain attached. Maybe while she sat by his feet in front of the fireplace, him reading a paper as he stroked her hair.
He unfastened her wrists and helped her straighten up. Then he scooped her over his shoulder and stroked her bare ass as he carried her up the stairs.
* * *
Matt set Kate down at the top of the stairs, tempted to drag her off to bed and have his way with her again, but knowing they could both use a breather first. His gaze trailed over her body as she preceded him down the hall. Her thong was still in the dungeon somewhere and all she wore were a few straps of leather that covered absolutely nothing.
Her hips swayed as she walked and he longed to stroke the round, firm flesh.
Damn, his cock was rising again. It was so difficult to control his desires where Kate was involved. He would love to keep her chained to his bed and make love to her nonstop.
But life wasn’t like that. And even though she was here for submissive training—and she’d made it clear to him that she wanted that to include sex—they both needed to eat occasionally.
/> Once they reached the living room, she turned and stood silently, waiting. Like a good sub.
“Kitchen,” he said, then followed her.
She pushed open the swinging door into the kitchen and he followed her through. As soon as they were in the room, cool ceramic tile under his feet, surrounded by dark wood cupboards and the soft light of the setting sun gleaming on the black granite countertops, the desire to take her again consumed him.
He grabbed her elbow and turned her around, then his lips captured hers hungrily. She was so soft, and her lips so sweet. He dipped his tongue inside and swirled, circling his arm around her waist and drawing her tight to his body.
Oh, God, he wanted her.
He turned her and leaned her over until her breasts were crushed against the glossy granite. His cock twitched at the thought of her nipples tightening as they pressed against the cold stone. He stepped behind her and wrapped his hand around his hard cock and glided inside her. Slow and deep.
Damn it, he had to get some control. He had only this week with her; after that, their relationship would be business only. How would he cope with that? He would have to control his desire around her. He drew back and glided deep again, the intense craving for her vibrating through every part of him.
He had to learn control around her. And now was a good time.
He drew back and eased in again. One more time. That’s all he would allow himself.
Her murmur of pleasure as he filled her deeply was almost his undoing, but with an iron will, he drew back again and this time slid out of her soft, warm body. Her sound of disappointment stroked his ego, but he stepped away.
“That’s enough distraction for now.” He drew her to a standing position and patted her behind. “You go upstairs and change while I make dinner. You can go to the black armoire in my room and pick something comfortable to wear for dinner.” He’d bought a sexy wardrobe of clothing for her so he could dress her how he pleased as part of her submissive training. As he watched her walk away, her hips swaying, he wondered how he’d cook dinner with his cock hard and aching.
* * *
Kate was so turned on, she could barely stand it. She walked up the stairs and down the hall. Matt had more than satisfied her in the dungeon, but then when he’d glided his big, hard cock into her in the kitchen, she’d been ready for another trip to heaven. Then he’d pulled out, leaving her craving more.
Part of the training, she assumed. Keeping his sub in line.
She entered his room, and the sight of his big bed with the masculine black and gray linens tempted her. Maybe she’d lie down on that bed and stroke herself to orgasm. Would Matt be downstairs, doing the same thing? He’d been hard as a rock when he’d pulled away.
She sat down on the side of the bed, with thoughts of him stroking his hard erection. She glanced toward the dresser where he’d retrieved the butt plug earlier, wondering if he had other interesting devices in there. She stood and walked to the dresser and reached for the handle to pull open the side drawer.
But she didn’t feel right going through his private stuff. At the thought, her gaze darted to the bedside table. Ileana had told her the engagement ring was still in there and Kate had almost gone searching for it. She drew in a breath and walked to the black armoire—the one Matt had told her to look inside for clothing—and opened the doors. Barely paying attention to what she was doing, she grabbed a pair of black jeans and a red pullover. She shed the leather harness and began to dress, her gaze flicking to the bedside table.
Damn Ileana for coming here and disrupting this time she had with Matt. Sowing seeds of doubt. Making her face the fact he’d lied to her.
But she knew he had probably lied about how serious his relationship with Ileana had been because he didn’t want to hurt her. He had hesitated even telling her he’d dated Ileana, but he had owned up to it. The bottom line was that it didn’t really matter. Kate and Matt weren’t in a romantic relationship—and he resisted her attempts to change that—so he had no obligation to tell her anything about his private life.
Her gaze settled on the drawer. Had he kept the ring? Was he still pining over the woman?