“My Master.”
“Who owns you?”
“My Master.”
“What is your master’s name?”
“Dominic.”
He pulled out of her, and in the next second his tongue was attacking her clit, stroking sucking and biting. The onslaught of pleasure was too much. She came all over his face. Even before it was over, he slid back inside her. The stroke of his cock within her, only served to prolong her orgasm.
When he came screaming, Avery was still feeling the aftershocks of her own. She’d never known an orgasm like it.
Dominic was indeed a Master of orgasms, temptation, and need.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, kissing her neck. “Hold onto me.”
One of her arms was released, followed by the next. She wrapped her arms around his neck, aware they were moving away. He climbed up the stairs, and she marveled at him carrying her weight. She felt dead to the world. Complete and sated from the pleasure of his cock.
The blindfold stopped her from seeing what was going on, but she didn’t care. Her eyes were closed anyway, and Dominic would always protect her. They went up some more stairs, and she hoped he didn’t put his back out, carrying her around.
“Would you like me to walk?” she asked.
“No. I’m going to clean you up. I always get to care for you after everything.”
“I like that. I love being cared for. Not many men do it now, and not just because they’re not in a scene either. Men don’t know how to care.”
“Is that what you want in a man? Some loving?”
“I want to be able to trust and love him, and for him to do the same with me. Those kind of men only live in books, and I don’t have a whole lot of time to read.”
“There are men out there.”
She was feeling incredibly sleepy. “Like who?” she asked, yawning.
“Like me.”
* * * *
Dominic was determined to convince her that he was the guy for her. Avery was so damn sweet in his arms. She rested her head against his shoulder as he walked into his en-suite bathroom. Aftercare was something he always did with submissives, but it was never something he overly enjoyed. When it came to Avery, he wanted to do it. The thought of anyone else giving her care after his session with her annoyed the hell out of him.
Avery belonged to him. It was another moment of clarity for him. This woman, this seemingly innocent woman, had walked into a club one day and rocked his world. She didn’t even have a clue as to what she had done.
Having Avery in his home, his life, and now in his playroom, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he had found his soul mate.
He placed her on the toilet seat as he ran a bath.
“Wow, you could take a swim in that tub. It’s huge,” she said.
He laughed. “Glad you like it.”
“Like it, how do you ever want to leave it?”
“I have other obligations, baby.”
“I know. They’re the kind of obligations that mean you can fill that nice tub with lots of warm water.”
“And keep the unemployment line down. I help thousands, if not millions of lives every single day. I’m quite the catch, you know.”