Page 21 of With this Ring (Mastered #7)

What had he been thinking? This was pure, fucking torture.

Her gaze on him, she complied, unhooking her bra and letting it drop to the floor. Her breasts spilled free, so beautifully full and tempting. In the coolness of the night air, her nipples hardened under his gaze.

“Beautiful, Sasha. So damn beautiful.”

As if gaining courage from his approval, she slid her panties down her legs, then stepped out of them.

A small triangle of neatly trimmed hair tempted him. “I should keep you naked and available to me.”

His cock strained even harder against his jeans, but he forced himself to fold his arms and maintain his composure while drinking in the sight of her.

“Now we’ll have a lesson in patience.”

“A lesson?” She frowned. “Patience? That’s something I’m not good at.”

“Walk to my chair and lean over the front of it.” He inclined his head. “Grip the arms. Feet wide. And wait for my attention.”

While she positioned herself, Gregorio strode to the fireplace, his movements measured and controlled. He knelt to arrange the logs and kindling. Then he struck a match and set the fire ablaze. The flames crackled to life, casting dancing shadows across the room.

Standing, he turned back to her.

His Petal looked gorgeous, her back arched, her ass on display. “That’s right.” Her long hair cascaded down her back and brushed her shoulders.

“Remain where you are.” He went to the bathroom to grab a tube of lubricant. Then he returned, approaching her, still fully clothed, his boots echoing off the floor. Every action was purposeful, meant to make her aware of her submission, his mastery over her.

“I’m going to inspect you.”

“Uhm…” She glanced over her shoulder. “What does that mean?”

“It’s a BDSM thing. And what I mean is that you’re going to remain exactly as I want you. You’re not going to protest anything I do to you.”

She tightened her buttocks, betraying her nerves. “But…”

He waited.

“I still have a safe word?”

“Always, my Petal. Always.” He stroked her spine, and in response, her body became more supple. “That’s it. Trust.”

“Not so easy for me.”

“Give it a try. Face forward.”

Following his order, she swayed from side to side. Surrender, if not invitation.

After placing the lube nearby, he began his inspection at her shoulders, running his fingers along her smooth skin, then once more tracing the line of her spine.

She shivered beneath his touch, and his cock throbbed painfully in response. Did she feel she was the one suffering here? The truth was, he was in agony. Every part of him ached to yank his zipper down and force his cock inside her until she screamed his name and confessed that she belonged to him.

Calling on every bit of his Dominant control, he slid his hands down to her hips. He held her tight for a moment, fighting the instinct to drag her back against him.

Instead, he continued his exploration, moving to cup her ass. He lingered there, spreading her cheeks slightly. Then, very intentionally, he brushed his thumb against her tight hole.

“Gregorio!” She gasped, digging her fingers deeper into the chair.

He grinned. “Stay in position.”

“But—”

“Patience,” he reminded, delivering a quick smack to her right buttock.

“What the fuck?” She swung her head around, eyes flashing. But not from anger. More like curiosity and hunger.

He fisted a hand into her hair, and instantly her breathing increased. “I believe you were told what to do.” He smoothed the injured spot. “Now use your safe word or behave.” One eyebrow raised, he waited.

“You’re being awful.”

“On the contrary. I’m being more than generous by giving you a chance to apologize for your defiance.”

She locked her jaw.

Oh, Little Petal. I’m going to enjoy this.

Gregorio slid two fingers inside her pussy, making her suck in a breath.

Still, she didn’t move away.

Ruthlessly he fucked her, until his fingers were drenched. Then he pulled them out and pressed them against her mouth. “Open.”

Staring at him, she remained still, even as he wiped her essence over her lips.

“Gregorio!”

Seizing the opportunity, he slipped his fingers inside her mouth and pressed down on her tongue. “Suck them. Lick them.”

When she didn’t immediately obey, he spanked her left buttock.

Her tiny flinch gave him the opening he needed and he fucked her mouth with his fingers. Tears swam in her eyes, and he captured one of her breasts and stroked her nipple. The change in her was instant. Closing her eyes, she turned herself over to him. “That’s it, Sasha. That’s it.”

Hell and forever. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever been with. She might not know she was submissive, but he’d recognized the signs the night in the janitor’s closet.

Maybe that was one of the reasons he’d walked away.

She was perfect for him. Absolutely perfect.

In a gentle motion, he pulled his fingers from her mouth.

“Would you like to apologize so I can continue my inspection?” He gave her a second to think.

“Or would you prefer that we continue this struggle before you capitulate?” He trailed his knuckles down the column of her throat. “Your call, Petal.”

“Gregorio…” Her eyes were glazed.

“Up to you. You decide which way this will play out.” No matter what she chose, he intended to finish what he’d started.

“I, uhm…”

He reined in the impatience gnawing on his insides. She was his woman and his body wanted her now.

“I’ll behave.”

“You’ll be my good girl?”

“Yes.” After getting back into position, she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

“Lord, woman. You make me happy.”

Because she wasn’t expecting it, he dipped between her legs again, grazing her pussy lips with his fingers. She was wet, proving their little power struggle turned her on. Or was it her ultimate surrender that excited her?

He trailed his touch down the insides of her thighs, then back up the outsides. He cupped her ass cheeks and lifted them a little, bending to taste her skin.

Moaning, she jerked her hips backward, asking for more.

“Back where you were,” he said softly.

With a tiny murmur of protest, she did as he asked.

Getting her to be his perfect sub was easier than he’d imagined.

“Good. Now keep still as I continue my inspection.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Fucking hell . He growled, a low sound of satisfaction and need.

He slipped a finger inside her, and she clenched around him. He added another finger, pumping slowly, and he used a third to circle her clit.

Sasha moaned, her hips rocking in sync with his motions.

With his free hand, Gregorio reached under her to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. He pinched lightly, and she gasped, her pussy tightening around his fingers. Her breath came in quick, desperate pants.

“I’m not quite done with you yet.” He released her breast and brought that hand around to cup her mound.

Then he pumped some lube onto his thumb.

He coated the outside of the hole, then he pressed forward, sinking deep inside her ass.

“Every hole belongs to me.” He’d thought it before, but this was the first time he’d said it to her.

While squeezing her, he fucked her front and her rear, driving her until she lost control.

Then her body froze. “Oh!”

Abruptly, he withdrew his hand, leaving her empty and wanting.

Protesting, she whimpered, but she didn’t move.

He’d been with subs with a lot of experience who didn’t behave as perfectly as she did. “What is it you want, Petal?”

“You,” she pleaded. “I have to have you inside me. I need to come.”

Clenching her buttocks, she seemed to struggle to fight off a climax.

“As long as you stay right where you are.”

“That’s…” She took a deep breath and forced it out. “You don’t ask for much.”

“I warned you it was an exercise in patience.” He grinned. “Not supposed to be easy, Petal.” But I do plan for it to be thrilling as hell. Her wait would make the eventual release all the sweeter.

He left her only for a moment, to wash his hands and to retrieve a condom.

Returning, he unbuckled his belt. The hiss from the leather sliding through the loops echoed through the room, and she gave a sexy little shudder.

After unzipping his jeans to free his cock, he rolled on the condom.

Once he moved behind her, he gripped her hips. “Are you ready for me, Sasha?” Her glistening pussy and swollen labia told him all he needed to know.

“Do it. Please.”

He exercised his own restraint, stroking in, claiming her a little bit at a time. She tried to wiggle back, but he issued a stern warning. “My pace, Petal.”

Though she squirmed, she didn’t utter any words.

Finally, he was balls-deep inside her, and he stilled.

“Ohh.” Her internal muscles clamped around him. “Gregorio!”

He bit back a groan. The sensation of her tight heat enveloping him was almost more than he could bear. He began to move, each stroke deliberate, measured, designed to drive her to the edge of madness. He held her hips, controlling the pace, refusing to let her rush him.

With each thrust, Sasha’s grip on the chair arms tightened, her knuckles turning white. Her feminine moans filled the room and echoed in his ears, a sound he’d never forget.

Leaning forward a little, Gregorio slid one hand around to her front, finding her clit and circling it with his fingers. She cried out, thrusting back against him, trying to urge him deeper.

“Not yet, Petal,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “You come when I tell you to.”

“But…I can’t wait.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

Her body shook as he continued pleasure her, relentlessly tormenting her clit, fucking her with a frenzied urgency.

Then there was a tightening inside him, a primal instinct to claim, to protect. This was beyond anything he’d shared with any other woman—something he would never have believed possible.

Gritting his teeth, determined to bring her off first, Gregorio fought off his orgasm.

He gently increased the pressure on her clit, rubbing in tight, quick circles, while he used his other hand to hold her in place as he drove into her.

“Dear God.” Her words were broken, barely audible.

This was exactly what he wanted, what he’d thought of since that night he’d had his first taste of her…her as needy for him as he was for her.

“Now you may come, Petal. Anytime you want.” He timed his motions on her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Ah!” She threw back her head.

“That’s it.” His voice was gruff and demanding. “Come for me like a good little submissive.”

Crying out, she let go. Her supple body undulated as the waves of pleasure crashed into her.

Sasha’s knees began to buckle.

He reacted so he could use both hands to support her, holding her upright. And the change in angle was enough to send him over the edge.

His cock pulsed, and he grunted as he came, filling the condom, wishing like hell there was no barrier between them.

As the last of the orgasm ripped through him, he slowed his thrusts, holding her lightly, giving his support as they both regained control. Their breaths synched, as if they were one. He never wanted to let her go.

Carefully, he pulled out and swept her up into his arms. After placing her weightless, trembling body on the couch, he draped a blanket over her.

Blinking slowly, she met his eyes.

Even though neither spoke, the emotional weight of the world seemed to hang between them.

They’d shared something special. And probably there were no words to describe it.

After tucking a strand of her wayward hair behind her ear, he headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

With a warm washcloth, he returned to her, bathed her swollen pussy. Then he sat next to her and gathered her into his arms.

Without a protest, she curled into him, her head on his shoulder, her hair spilling down his chest, and for a moment of peace, the world around them didn’t exist. Her tiny, contented sigh vibrated against him, and something fierce and possessive surged through him.

She fit perfectly against him. Like she belonged here. Like she’d always belonged here.

“You doing okay?”

With a soft yawn, she pushed herself away from his body and looked up at him, her eyes soft and vulnerable. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah?” he asked. Sasha had to be feeling what he was. Didn’t she?

“That was…” Smiling, she laid her head back down. “Wow.”

Masculine pride shot through him.

He’d pleased his woman.

Was there any better feeling?

“Wow?” he repeated. “Not too much?” He’d pushed her a little harder than he’d originally planned, but once he’d seen the way she reacted to him, his baser urges had taken over. The sight of tiny red marks against her creamy skin drove him mad.

“Honestly? It was perfect.”

“Oh?”

“In fact, I’m…” She swallowed deeply. “Curious about some of the things I saw at the Den.”

Are you? “Go on.”

She kept herself hidden from him. Hiding her vulnerability?

“I might be ready to—”

“To?” he prompted.

When she didn’t respond, he gently captured her chin and tipped her head back so he could meet her eyes. “What is it you want, Sasha?”