Page 14 of With this Ring (Mastered #7)

“Next?” Sasha’s voice contained an adorable squeak.

Her beautifully vibrant green eyes darkened into a deep, forest green, and her mouth parted with shock and desire.

Watching her reactions, seeing her surrender, hearing her breathless gasps, sent a wave of masculine satisfaction through him.

How the hell had he stayed away from her for so long?

Maybe, just maybe, avoiding her had something to do with the risks he’d been taking since the night he’d first tasted her forbidden deliciousness.

Fucking her—making love—might be a nail in his coffin, something he’d never recover from, but he was no longer capable of giving a fuck.

He brushed a knuckle across her trembling lower lip. “Stay in the bed, Petal.”

Blinking sleepily, she said, “I’m not sure I have the energy to do anything else.”

For a minute, he left her to wash his hands and to grab a cool washcloth.

He returned to find her rolled onto her side, watching him.

“On your back,” he said softly. “And spread your legs.”

She blew out a small breath as she complied.

Such an amazing submissive, exactly the way she’d behaved in his vivid and constant dreams.

His eyes locked onto hers, he pressed the damp material against her heated pussy.

“That’s cold!” She wiggled, trying to get away, but he clamped a hand around her ankle, holding her steady. “Is this necessary?”

Goose bumps traced up her arms.

“Yeah. It’ll soothe.” He paused. “I don’t want you too sore. This night is just getting started.”

Even while wrinkling her nose in distrust, she sighed.

A few moments later, the temperature warmed, and she relaxed.

“You really are a good girl, Petal.”

She looked at him.

“My good girl.”

“Gregorio…” Sasha reached a hand up to trace her fingertips down his jawbone.

After removing the cloth, he tossed it toward the closet, then he grabbed one of the condoms. “Do you want this, Sasha?”

Much as it would kill him if she denied him, he respected her choice.

“Yes.” Nodding, she whispered, “I do.”

Her beautiful, breathless response made his cock throb even harder.

Being with her was even more spectacular than he’d imagined—and over the years he’d imagined plenty. Even when he had no business thinking about her.

“Earlier you said you wanted to touch me.” Standing next to the bed, he offered her the small, foil-wrapped package. “Put it on me.”

Her gaze flicked to his face, then back to the condom. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Then it’s about time you learned, isn’t it?”

Tense silence hung between them.

“Having you do little things like this for me brings me pleasure.”

She might not think that acts of service were fulfilling, but she’d learn. Caring for his submissive— her —satisfied him on a deeply personal level.

Finally, she nodded and sat up, then she scooted toward him.

Hands shaking, she accepted the package and tore it open. “Now what?” she asked, dropping the wrapper back on the nightstand.

“Come closer.” He took her wrist to guide her hand. “Put it on the tip and roll it down. I want to feel you doing this for me.”

Her gaze was filled with equal measures of uncertainty and determination. Then, slowly, she followed his directions. This was more than just a physical act, it was a gesture of trust and surrender.

“That’s it, Petal.” Fuck. Having this beautiful, desirable woman servicing him… Yeah. This was the stuff of dreams. And memories that would fuel his fantasies.

When she’d finally finished, she released her grip and looked up at him, her eyes wide.

“Excellent.”

“What next?” she asked, her voice shaky.

He played a hunch that she wanted to take at least a small amount of control. “Tell me what your instincts are saying.”

“I want to stroke you.”

“Good. Do it.”

Hesitatingly at first, she curled her hand around him, then traced her way down his length. As she looked at him, she drew her hand up.

“Keep going.”

She began to stroke with an age-old rhythmic precision, and he gritted his teeth together as he struggled against his climax.

He wanted this moment to last, to savor every touch, each glance, all of her sensual sounds.

As she continued, she tightened her grip.

Shit. How much longer could he last?

From beneath her long lashes, she looked up at him, seeking reassurance that she was doing it right.

Once he gave a small nod of approval, she sped up, her movements becoming less tentative, more confident.

Her touch was exquisite torture.

Gregorio gritted his teeth, forcing himself to hold back as every muscle in his body tensed and his nerves stretched to breaking point.

Sasha continued, squeezing a little tighter and shortening her strokes.

“Fuck.” He groaned, and his balls drew up.

Knowing he couldn’t last, he clamped a hand around hers to stop her.

“Problem?” she asked softly with feminine power. “Sir?”

Vixen .

After prying apart her fingers, he pressed her down onto her back. Then he positioned her where he wanted her, on the edge of the mattress, thighs as far apart as possible.

“If you keep this up, I may need to add a more advanced yoga class, Sir.”

“Too demanding?” Not that he wanted to change anything, but he didn’t want her to get muscle cramps that would ruin their time together.

“Nothing a hot shower or a massage won’t fix.”

“I can arrange both.” Maybe both together. In fact, he looked forward to having his hands on her body.

With two fingers, Gregorio parted her labia, making her suck in a shallow breath. “Now I want you to masturbate yourself.”

She blinked.

“You heard me, Petal.”

“I…”

“Would you like me to spank your pussy to ensure your obedience?”

“What? No.” Frantically, gasping, she moved her hand, placing hers over his to protect herself. “You can’t mean that.”

“Oh?” He arched an eyebrow. “Are you seriously contemplating challenging me?”

“You’d actually…” She shook her head. “I mean, spank me? There?”

“Any number of places, actually.” He tried—and failed—to hide his grin. “Because you’re new to my way of life and I’m feeling particularly generous, I’ll give you three seconds to follow my order.”

“I…” With a doubtful frown, she searched his gaze. “Does my safe word still work?”

“Of course,” he reassured her. “Always.”

But he was betting she wouldn’t use it.

His beautiful little Petal was enjoying her first taste of submission.

By telling her what to do, she could abdicate responsibility. He was giving her permission to enjoy herself, shove aside the dozens of reasons that they shouldn’t be doing this. “Three,” he warned.

“Gregorio…”

His grip firm, telegraphing his seriousness, he captured her wrist and moved her hand to her belly, exposing her gorgeous, still-swollen pussy.

Then, still keeping her labia parted, he pulled back the hood of her clitoris. “This will sting, Petal.”

“I—”

“Two.”

All of her muscles tensed.

“Last chance to start playing with yourself.”

Though she didn’t move, her gaze was miserable, pleading, a combination of dark desire and nerves.

Refusing to be swayed, he gave her pussy a spank.

“Gregorio!”

But instead of trying to escape, she arched toward him, her body begging for more.

How could he deny her?

Leaning forward, he used his tongue to take away the slight sting. “That was a gentle tap.” A slight reprimand, a taste of what might follow. “If you don’t want to another one, much harder, get busy.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, then he lifted her hand and sucked two fingers into his mouth, wetting them—not that he needed to do so. Sasha was already wet, and the musky scent of her heat filled the air. Sweet, sweet intoxication.

His precious little Petal had enjoyed her light, tiny spank.

He placed the damp fingers on her clit. After teasing her, he lowered his hand. “Play with yourself.”

As if her closed eyes weren’t enough, she turned her head to one side.

For now, he’d allow her a slight bit of modesty.

Gently, she stroked her clit, jerking a little bit as she did.

“That’s it. Keep going.”

Softly moaning, she continued.

Gregorio’s cock throbbed, and his pulse pounded in his ears. A single touch would make him explode. “That spank makes the sensations so much more intense, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Relax for me.”

Sasha moved her shoulders, sinking deeper into the mattress, and as she did so, she seemed to lose some of her inhibitions.

Her motions quickened, making her clit swell even more. “So perfect.” So damn beautiful.

He sucked in a breath at the sight of her touching herself.

Sasha gasped, her body trembling and shaking. “Gregorio! I need…”

Her movements increased, showing how close she was to the edge. “You may come, Petal. Any time.”

Her body tensed, and a fierce furrow buried itself between her eyebrows.

She clenched her free hand into a tight fist. But he was having none of that. “Pinch your nipples.”

Though she tensed, she cupped one of her breasts.

He could start and end every day watching her get herself off.

Her breaths came in desperate, tiny bursts. Frantically, she lifted her hips to rub herself against her hand.

Needing to be part of this, he slid his fingers inside her tight pussy.

She screamed, jerking and shaking as she clenched around him.

Wanting her to ride the climax as long as she could, he continued on until finally she shuddered, and her body went limp.

Sasha, his Petal, had been worth the wait.

Slowly, she blinked open her eyes. A sensual haze glazed their green depths, proving how much she enjoyed the experience. Maybe, just maybe, as much as he had.

“You…” She swallowed. “No one… I mean, I’ve never experienced anything like that. Like you.”

As far as he was concerned, he was her last. No one else would be allowed to touch her. “We’re perfect together.” He eased his fingers from inside her, then brushed the dampness across her mouth. “Lick it off,” he instructed. “Taste yourself.”

Tentatively, she traced her upper lip with the tip of her tongue.

“I love the way you come for me.”

Meeting his gaze, she said, “You’re a generous lover.”

“Have you been with some selfish bastards, Petal?” Gregorio took the hand she’d used to pleasure herself, and he sucked her fingers clean.

She went still. “I want you, Gregorio.”

Good thing, because his cock ached with insistent demand.

He was incapable of denying her—or himself—a moment longer.

Scooping her up once more, he moved her to the middle of the mattress and placed her head on a pillow. “Open yourself for me.”

Welcoming him, she spread her thighs, and he positioned himself between them.

Then, fisting his cock, he guided himself to her entrance. “Take me.”

“Yes.”

Slowly, he began to sink into her heat.

She tensed. “You’re so big!”

“We’ll go as slow as you need.” Restraining himself, he stilled, letting her body accommodate his girth and length.

“I thought after…what we’ve been doing…”

“Stretching you?”

She nodded.

To distract her, he kissed her, the heady taste of her on their tongues making his senses swim.

When he ended it, they were both breathless, staring into each other’s eyes. She was so right for him. So perfect.

With a deep exhalation, she finally relaxed. “I’m ready.”

Taking great care of her, ensuring she was wet for him, he began to move.

With a whimper, she dug her heels into the bed. “More,” she pleaded.

“Hold onto the headboard slats.” Which meant she’d be stretched, with her arms above her.

“That will be a lot.”

“Yeah.” For both of them.

Gregorio captured her hands and positioned them where he wanted.

Now that she was helpless, he sank in all the way. “Jesus.” The fit was tight, forcing him to grit his teeth.

“God above. Gregorio!”

Driven by her urgency, he picked up the pace, thrusting his hips in a primal rhythm.

Her breaths ragged, she arched up to meet his every thrust.

“That’s it. Give me everything, Petal.”

In perfect response, her pussy clenched around him, pulling him in deeper.

The sensations, the pleasure, overwhelmed him. It wasn’t just the sex, it was her.

Sasha.

The woman he’d obsessed over.

He intended to claim her, make up for lost time, possess her in every possible way. “Fuck…” The control he’d fought for began to crumble.

“I want to touch you.”

He nodded tightly, giving permission. “Wrap your legs around my waist. I want even more of you.”

With a tiny sob, she released her grip to encircle his neck, and she maneuvered herself into the position he’d requested.

“Oh my God!” she cried when the angle allowed a more intense penetration.

Determined not to come without her, he reached between them to touch her swollen clit.

“I…”

“That’s it.”

With a scream, she clamped around him, raising her hips higher and higher, bucking against him.

She squeezed her eyes closed, and her climax came in waves, her internal muscles tightening in powerful contractions, almost making him come.

Instead, he pulled back.

Only when her shudders subsided did he allow himself to move again.

“Oh…” She gasped. “That was…”

Then, filled with possessive hunger, he thrust forward, matching the rhythm of her contractions.

Suddenly, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck!” He orgasmed, his cock pulsing inside her.

Her pussy clenched around him, draining every drop from him.

Finally, arms shaking from the sexual exertion, he propped himself up on his elbows, lifting himself so he didn’t suffocate her.

Their breathing slowed and their movements became less frenzied.

She reached up to stroke a finger down the contour of his jaw. “That was…”

His Petal didn’t finish, and he didn’t have words, either.

The most intense pleasure he’d ever experienced. Fiery. Fucking consuming.

He’d fantasized about this moment for years. And it was so much more than he’d imagined.

When he’d recovered somewhat, he rolled to one side and tucked her against him, protecting her in the comfort of his arms.

He captured her chin and held it firmly. Gregorio wasn’t sure what the actual hell he was thinking, but now that he’d been inside her and she’d come apart in his arms, he owned her.

“Gregorio?”

As long as he could shove aside the fact she was his ex-wife’s little sister and that there would be hell to pay for taking her as his, everything was fine.

“Gregorio?” she asked again, frowning. “Is something wrong?”