Page 28 of With this Ring (Mastered #7)

“Very much so,” Gregorio said, his jaw set in a firm line.

As she stared at the leather contraption hanging from the ceiling, Gregorio gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“What is it?”

“It’s a type of sex swing, Petal.”

Sasha wrinkled her nose. “Are you sure? That’s not at all what it looks like to me.”

“It’s versatile,” he agreed. “The pieces can be rearranged in a couple of different ways.”

Wondering how the thing actually worked, she frowned, taking in the sturdy, thick pieces of leather. They lay flat, and there were leather stirrups hanging from it.

“Another first for you?”

“Since I’ve never seen anything like it, that would be a yes.”

“I think you’ll enjoy it.”

She wasn’t so sure about that. “How scared should I be?”

“Not at all.” He leaned in closer to her, filling her vision, stealing her breath. Then he flashed a wicked smile. “Or maybe slightly.”

At the small, implied threat, she shuddered. “Not reassuring, Sir.”

“Wasn’t meant to be.” With that, he went to the wall to adjust a pully, lowering the apparatus until it was about the same height as her waist. “You’ll be facedown.”

Which meant she’d bend over, not much different than when he’d taken her over the chair in the cabin.

But now that she didn’t have to figure out how to climb into it, she was slightly less terrified.

He returned to her and took her shoulders. His eyes were locked on hers, and their depths were filled with intentions that made her shiver. “Since I intend to fuck you hard, you need to undress me.”

“Of course,” she whispered. Why had she suddenly lost her voice? “Sir.”

“I’d happily keep you here and shut out the rest of the world.”

She wanted nothing more. Forget the danger. The outside world. The impossibilities.

Slowly, her hands shaking, Sasha grasped the hem of his T-shirt and began pulling it up.

He raised his arms to help her, and she tossed the shirt onto a nearby chair.

As always, she couldn’t help but take in his muscular biceps and chiseled abs.

But her gaze caught on his bandage. No matter how much they wanted to lose themselves in this, in each other, there was no forgetting who either of them really were.

“I’m a little impatient, Petal.”

“Sorry, Sir.” Giving herself a mental shake, she crouched to pull off his boots and socks and tucked them beneath the nearby chair, out of the way.

Then she knelt up to loosen his belt buckle. Still, at some point, she’d love to feel it on her ass.

“Careful,” he warned as she started to pull down the zipper.

“Protecting your cock would be in my best interest, Sir,” she teased.

“So it would.” He grinned back.

Magic sparked between them, a lighthearted intimacy that ripped down even more of the emotional walls they’d each erected to keep people out.

As she continued, her knuckles brushed against his hard length.

“Focus on your assignment. Nothing more.”

His eyes were fire and his voice held a soft threat.

Maybe she should be grateful he didn’t intend for her to repeat the blowjob she’d given him when they’d first entered the dungeon.

Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, she lowered them. When they reached the floor, he kicked them the rest of the way off.

He took a condom from a side pocket in his bag and tossed it onto the counter. Then he returned to her. “Ready?”

To have you inside me, yes . But as for the swing, she wasn’t so sure, and she gave the contraption a sidelong glance.

“It’s perfectly safe. I would never let anything happen to you, Petal.”

That much, she believed.

“Would you like to use a safe word?” he asked.

“No,” she replied, shaking her head. She trusted him implicitly, even if she was skeptical that she’d enjoy the experience.

“In that case…” He guided her to where he wanted her. “Lean forward.” He placed a hand in the middle of her back and exerted just enough pressure to enforce his order.

Forcing down a sudden attack of apprehension, she did as he said.

The leather was cool against her skin, supporting her lower body and head, but leaving her breasts hanging down, unsupported.

“Goddamn, Petal. You look so fucking hot.”

Beneath the swing, he cupped her breasts to warm them and gently tease her nipples. “This gives me such perfect access to you.”

Now that she was in place, her fear began to recede. And all of a sudden, she saw the appeal. The swing conformed to the shape of her body, and she was much more comfortable than she would have been if he’d placed her over a table or desk.

“Are you doing okay?”

Better than expected. She nodded.

Gregorio ensured she was safe, with her arms by her side. “I’m going to raise you up a little bit.”

Butterflies danced inside her tummy. Having her feet on the floor was one thing, but being completely at his mercy was another.

“Sasha?”

She appreciated that he was giving her a chance to use her safe word. “I’m okay,” she assured him, even as she closed her eyes so she didn’t have to watch what he was doing.

Moments later, the swing shifted, and she was lifted up onto her tiptoes.

Instantly, she opened her eyes, needing to orient herself.

“So sexy.” His breath was on her inner thighs as he spread her legs and placed each one into a stirrup. “You’re totally safe. I promise.”

She wished her nerves would get that message.

One more time, he raised the swing.

Now she was totally suspended, her legs and breasts hanging down. He’d left her helpless, completely at his will. The sensation overwhelmed her. But along with that was a thrill unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Once more, he’d taken her to the edge and upended her world.

After him, there would be no going back.

“You know I can do anything to you.”

His voice rocketed desire through her. “Yes.”

“Your pussy, your ass, your breasts…” He circled her, and because she had no way to use her muscles, she could barely lift her head to look at him.

He lifted her breasts then released them again, making her sway.

Then he gently pushed the swing sideways.

Adrenaline catapulted through her. Shocking her, she became even more turned on.

She’d die if he didn’t touch her.

Seeming to know that, he moved behind her. Then, starting with her shoulders, he skimmed his rough hands over her body, moving across her shoulders, down her back, continuing to her thighs and calves.

“Oh, Gregorio.”

“That’s it.” He rubbed her ass, slowly at first, then a little faster and harder.

Even though she knew what was coming, the sudden, quick smack on her ass caught her off guard, making her yelp.

Instantly, he rubbed the spot he’d just spanked. “Red is my favorite color on you.”

The warmth that blossomed in her was her favorite feeling.

After stepping away for a few seconds, he was back, playing with her pussy, fingering her, ensuring she was wet and ready for him.

She tried to push back, attempting to take him, but the swing made it difficult for her to move, giving him total control over her body.

Desperate for him, she whimpered. How could he keep denying her like this?

Once more, Gregorio left her for a few seconds. As best as she could, Sasha craned her neck, trying to track his movements. Even over the music, a distinctive click of a bottle opening reached her, and heart rate took off.

Knowing what was coming, she tightened her ass cheeks against his intrusion.

“That won’t save you.” His voice was rich with amusement.

Amusement at my expense.

Within seconds, he was behind her, and the heat of his naked body radiated against hers. Then he squirted the lube onto her tightest hole. The cool gel chilled her a little. “Gregorio…”

“You’re going to let me in, aren’t you, Petal?”

They both knew his words were a command and not a question. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way. But my fingers are going in your ass.”

She sucked in a shallow breath, unsure that this would ever be easy for her.

“Your choice, Petal.”

With a fingertip, he circled her anal whorl, spreading the lube, easing it a little inside.

Slowly, he pressed a finger inside, breaching her. She moaned, feeling a tiny nip of pain blossom into pleasure.

Then deliciously he moved his free hand to her pussy to play with her clit, making her writhe as she gasped.

Relentlessly, he inserted a second finger in her ass, filling her, fucking her as he worked deeper inside.

Her breaths came in short, ragged bursts. The dual sensations were overwhelming, consuming her entirely. She was adrift in a sea of pleasure, anchored only by his touch, his voice.

“Gregorio,” she whispered desperately.

“That’s it, Petal. Say my name.” His statement was a demanding growl against her ear. “Let me know you’re mine.” He continued to stroke her clit, his fingers slick with her arousal, while his other hand worked her from behind, stretching her, preparing her.

“Oh God, I can’t.” She needed more, needed him.

“Can’t what? Can’t endure me filling your ass? Playing with your cunt?” His voice was rough, demanding.

“It’s too much.”

“Not nearly enough,” he countered.

“I want your cock, Sir.”

His gruff, appreciative curse was filled with pure male satisfaction. “As you wish, Petal.”

Her Dominant slid a third finger into her rear and spread them apart. She’d never experienced anything this mind-blowingly overwhelming.

“You’re going to take my cock, too, Petal. I want you completely full of me.”

With his fingers still stretching her impossibly wide, he pressed his sheathed cockhead against her pussy, hard and insistent.

He placed a hand on her shoulder to hold her and the swing steady, then began to enter her slowly, inch by inch.

Because of the way he’d fucked her with the toy earlier, she was so wet, so ready. She needed this, him. “Sir!” Her entreaty was as much a demand as a plea.

“We’ll go at my speed, little Petal.”

Closing her eyes, she sighed. Of course the unyielding Dominant insisted on keeping control.

Finally, he was in all the way, and he stilled for a few moments.