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I lunged deeper, harder, pulled out, slammed into her again.

She tried to lock her legs around my hips, and I snarled at her, catching her calves and shoving her legs up, ankles and feet high in the air as I pounded into her.

She came again.

I couldn’t stop.

The slick, tight, swollen paradise of her, the dazed way she stared at me, her spine undulating and lifting luscious breasts like an offer. Hooking her knees over my shoulders until she was all but bent double, I dropped my weight down onto her and fused our mouths, greedy for every last bit of her.

* * *

“I’m thinkingsomebody messed up when they explained certain words,” she murmured nearly thirty minutes later.

The hot water from her shower pounded down around us, the air steamy and redolent with a tropical scent I now knew was the luscious body soap she used.

I’d only held on another minute or two after I’d thrown her legs into the air. Yet, it had taken a good twenty minutes for my breathing to settle.

And Tina was still trembling.

“How so?” I asked, even though I welcomed nothing that required thought.

“You don’t seem to understand what punishment means,” she said, tipping her head back. The spray of the shower pounded down on her hair. She was gorgeous. Utterly breathtaking. “I mean, coming in and fucking me until I can’t stand straight isn’t exactly my idea of a hardship.”

“You think I should have spanked you?”

Her eyes darkened, her pupils spiking and swelling until just a thin rim of blue showing.

“Um.”

Rubbing my knuckles along the outer curve of her breast, I dipped my head to kiss her. “Punishment isn’t about making you unhappy or uncomfortable—and never about pain. Not for me.”

Her curiosity was obvious, and since she was still learning about the sensual world where I wanted to lead her, I explained more. “We all take what we need. Some subs want a bit of pain—others want a lot. A good Dom will give the sub what they need. You…” I tweaked her nipple just hard enough to make her shiver. “You like a bit of an edge, particularly when feeling aroused.

It pleases me you don’t enjoy actual pain. While I need to stay in control, I’m not a sadist.”

Eyes still full of heat but thoughtful now, she said, “Are you always able to figure out what your sub wants so easily? Or am I special?”

The question caught me off guard.

I didn’t like the feeling.

I also didn’t enjoy having her ask me about other women or that I was now thinking about her with other men. This…possessive and greedy need was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

“James?”

Smoothing my hand down her back, I said, “I don’t know how to answer that. You say it like there’s an intimacy there, but my past sexual partners may well have been sexually submissive, but they weren’t…mine. I have wanted none of them to be mine.”

It took a few moments before I could label the flicker in her eyes. Was it discomfort?

“I’ve never wanted a woman as mine—never considered the thought of anything resembling a relationship—until I met you.”

“I…” She blinked, lashes shielding the dark blue beauty of her eyes and her cheeks flushed. “Well, that’s….” She tried again, and laughter escaped her. “I’m not sure how to respond.”

“You don’t need to. You’re here. We’re taking everything one step at a time.” Nuzzling her neck, I breathed in her scent.

She shivered, and I realized the water was getting colder. “I think we’ve used up most of your hot water.”

“Ummm.” She sounded lazy and contented, curling closer into me, but she didn’t argue when I broke away and finished washing up.