Page 25 of With this Ring (Mastered #7)

Maybe, if she were smart, she’d choose a spreader bar. “I’ll keep them apart.”

“Brave girl.”

Perhaps she should reconsider while she had the chance. But wondering what payment he’d demand if she chose the bar made her keep her mouth shut.

“Put your arms by your sides.”

Narrowing her eyes, wondering what the hell he had in mind, she did as he said.

Quickly, he cuffed her knees and thighs. Then he clipped each hand to a knee.

She was wide open for him, and the way he’d secured her severely limited her ability to get away.

When he’d packed his bag in the cabin, she’d assumed they would use all of the items once they reached the dungeon. But they hadn’t even made it that far. Mostly because she’d been bratty—not that she would change a single thing or apologize, even if given the opportunity.

“I might put you back in this position anytime I’m cooking,” he observed.

After tonight, she would never look at a kitchen island the same way again.

“Definitely my new favorite.”

She wrinkled her nose. “That’s one of us.”

He grinned.

Beneath his gaze, her pussy throbbed. Her brain might scream in protest, but her knees opened a little more, in silent invitation.

His expression turning serious, he moved in closer. But surprising her, he didn’t try to insert the toy.

Instead, he told her to open her mouth.

A little apprehensively, she did what he said, and he stuck two fingers inside.

“Get them wet.”

Her eyes wide, gaze fastened on his inscrutable features, she complied.

“Wetter.”

A few seconds later, he nodded his satisfaction and drew the dampness to her pussy.

“You want this.”

Even though she shook her head, the truth was obvious to both of them. She was ready for him. When he parted her labia, her clit was already swollen and throbbing.

“How did I ever wait so long for a taste of you?”

After slowly circling the bundle of nerves, making her lift her hips from the island, he slid both fingers inside her.

Arching her back, she moaned.

“You’re so hungry for me, Sasha.”

She didn’t, couldn’t, deny his words.

With deliberate strokes, he fucked her with his fingers. Then he changed his angle to find her G-spot.

“Oh, Gregorio!”

He knew exactly how to arouse her and keep her on the edge.

An orgasm built, and she met his thrusts, craving the completion he kept just out of reach.

“You’re almost there.” Gently, he withdrew, and she cried out in frustration.

“This isn’t…” Just in time, she clamped her mouth shut.

A knowing smile teased his lips. “This isn’t fair?” he guessed. “This exercise is to prove a point. One of us is the Dominant. The other is not. This isn’t meant to be fair.”

She curved her fingers into fists and dug her fingernails into her palms. “I got it,” she promised. “Now can—”

“When we’re in a scene, your orgasms belong to me. I decide when you come, if you come, how many times you come.” He caught her chin so she had no choice but to look at him. “Got that, as well?”

“Yes.” Belatedly, she added, “Sir.”

“We can keep up your lessons as long as you like.”

“I’ll behave.” If I can. Maybe .

His motions slow and intentional, he placed the tip of the oversize toy at her entrance. In anticipation of the fullness, she tightened all her muscles.

“Relaxing will help.”

She couldn’t help her self-protective reactions.

He inserted the dildo a fraction of an inch before pulling back and licking her.

“Oh!” She lifted her hips.

“That’s right, Sasha. Give up the struggle and turn yourself over to me. You can trust me. I won’t give you more than you can bear, not ever.”

So far, that had been true.

Gregorio took his time, sliding the toy in, pulling it back to tease her and suck her, then repeating the process.

Surprising her, her body began to accept the intrusion.

As he reached the halfway point, taking it became more difficult.

He paused, allowing her to adjust to the size. She panted, her body tensing as she tried to accommodate the thick silicone. To his credit, he didn’t rush her. “Exhale. Try to relax.”

I wish I could.

Giving her a small break, he cupped her breasts and kneaded them gently. He stroked her nipples, then used his thumb and forefinger to roll them until they became hardened peaks. At the distraction, she drew her shoulder blades together, offering him more.

“So pretty.” His tone held a note of appreciation.

After releasing her, he leaned down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She moaned, the dual stimulation making her forget her discomfort. How could she ever be with anyone but him?

He continued to lavish attention on her breasts, all the while keeping the dildo steady, not advancing it farther until her body relaxed.

“Gregorio!” She was so ready for this. “Yes…”

“Open your knees wider.”

As she complied, he pushed the toy deeper, stretching her wider. The sensations were overwhelming. Too, too much. She groaned, and her body heated.

“That’s it.” He pulled the dildo back slightly, then slid it forward again, starting a slow, torturous rhythm.

Her breath caught on a tiny sob, but her hips moved in time with his strokes. Tension built in her, and she murmured his name over and over as if it were a mantra.

“Not yet.”

“But…” Her pleas were useless, she knew. When he was in Dominant mode, nothing swayed him. He was going to draw this out, push her to the edge and keep her there for longer than she would have believed possible.

With his free hand, he captured the nipple that he hadn’t yet tormented.

She wasn’t sure how much more she could endure.

He pinched the tip between his fingers, hard enough to make her whimper, then he soothed the terrible sting with gentle rubs.

Alternating between pleasure and pain, he kept her off balance, making sure she could focus on nothing other than him and what he was doing to her body.

“Please,” she whispered, her body shaking. Sasha was far beyond pride. She was willing to plead for what he made her need. “Please, Sir. Gregorio… Please.”

He smiled, as if he loved nothing more than the sound of suffering. “Not quite yet, Petal. You can accept more.”

She couldn’t. “No.” Tears stung her eyes. Not from pain, but from the anguish of not being allowed to orgasm.

He increased the pace with the dildo, fucking her harder now, but still not letting her come. At the same time, he leaned down, capturing an already tortured nipple in his mouth, nipping a little harder this time. She cried out in sensual protest, her body convulsing, but he didn’t stop.

Even though he was demanding she not climax, the urge clawed at her. She wasn’t sure how long she could hold it back. “Oh, Sir…”

How was it possible she’d changed from a woman who didn’t care one way or another about sex to one willing to sell her soul to get rid of this angst inside her?

“You’ve almost earned it.” His voice was soft and soothing, and his reassurances didn’t help at all.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered this was about teaching her a lesson. Miserably, she realized she’d learned it.

She wouldn’t be a brat anymore.

Her breaths were now coming in short, desperate gasps.

The tears she could no longer blink back slipped from the corners of her eyes to trail down her temples.

With the pad of his forefinger, he captured one, and he brushed it across her lips. “These are for me.”

“Yes,” she admitted in a broken whisper. He’d caused them, and only he could take them away.

“I love them. You should cry for me all the time, Petal.”

If it pleased him, she would.

“And I’d give you the world in return.”

For a moment, she believed him.

“Now, Petal.”

His roughened words were all she needed.

With a final cry, she fractured, writhing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her hips bucked against the toy, and she rode out her orgasm, sobbing his name.

Eventually, her Dominant slowed his movements, gently bringing her back down from the dizzying high.

Long seconds later, when she finally stilled, he carefully drew the dildo out.

Shocking her, she whimpered at the loss, but he shushed her softly, placing a kiss on her inner thigh.

“You did so well, little sub, my Petal.”

She would never get tired of hearing his adoration.

“So beautifully.” Then he licked her pussy, using his mouth and tongue to clean up her orgasm.

She’d never been with anyone this thoughtful, this erotic.

“Gregorio…”

He kissed her, and she tasted her satisfaction on him.

She closed her eyes, wanting this evening to last forever.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, Sasha. We haven’t even started yet.”

Stunned, she blinked her eyes open.

“I’m giving you a few minutes to relax and recover. Before.”

“Before?” she asked, confused. “Before what?”

“This…”