Page 29 of With this Ring (Mastered #7)

Being suspended and dominated at the same time was almost too much for her.

“Better than I imagined,” he told her, removing his fingers and cleaning them with a wipe before gripping her hips. Holding her steady, he began to thrust, setting a tempo that matched the beat of the music filling the room.

Each of his movements sent a wave of pleasure through her, building on the residual pleasure from her earlier orgasm. Another climax began to unfurl and the tension in her body increased with each of his powerful thrusts.

He leaned forward to cradle one of her breasts, tweaking her nipple.

“Gregorio!” Thrashing as best as she could, she tried to get enough stimulation in order to orgasm. But he was too clever for that.

“You’ll wait until I say, Petal.” His voice was hoarse with desire.

She hated his command as much as she loved it.

He continued to thrust, his balls slapping against her, the sound of their breathing and her moans filling the room.

His cock swelled inside her, and every feminine instinct responded.

“Now. Now, Petal.”

Finally.

With a hard, deep thrust, he sent her spinning into the abyss where she shattered completely.

Screaming his name, she came, her body clamping around his cock. The stunning force of her orgasm left her breathless.

“Fuck. Yes.” His words were a guttural moan.

Gregorio dug his fingertips into her hip bones, and with a moan of pleasure, shuddering, he emptied himself into her.

Together, they rode out the pleasure.

All of her remaining energy drained from her, and he eased his grip.

For a moment, neither moved.

“My Petal.” He withdrew from her, then he kissed her shoulder blade. “You couldn’t be any more perfect.”

He held onto her for a long time, until her breathing returned to a more normal pace, then he slowly lowered the swing so that her feet reached the floor.

Suddenly, she didn’t want the experience to be over.

“I want you in my arms.” He lifted each of her feet in turn to release her from the stirrups, then he used his strength to help her up.

Her knees wobbled. If he wasn’t holding her, she wasn’t sure she could actually stand.

Feathering aside her hair so he could stroke her nape, Gregorio held her close.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, looking up at him. The experience was something she’d never forget.

The intrusive thought made emotion lodge in her throat.

“Yeah.”

He carried her to the chair and sat, holding her tight.

The tiny dots of perspiration on her body began to dry, chilling her, so she snuggled in closer.

Determined to enjoy the moment, rather than focusing on the future, she relaxed, allowing her breathing to sync with his.

“You’ll be the death of me, Petal.”

Her heart soaring, Sasha smiled, grateful he couldn’t see her.

“But I’ll die a happy man.”

That the man she had considered her hero felt this way about her, thrilled her.

After a few minutes, she softly admitted, “That was incredible.”

“Was it?”

The idea that she might never have known this kind of connection and pleasure left her reeling.

“It’s new for me.”

His admission caught her off guard. “You’ve played with plenty of subs.” And no doubt plenty who weren’t.

“But never experienced it like this.”

Maybe because she couldn’t see him, she pushed ahead, maybe a bit recklessly. “Really?”

His answering growl was deep and rumbly. “You should know better than anyone that I always say what I mean.”

Even though he said no more, he didn’t change the subject.

Around them, the haunting, primal music created a moody atmosphere that gave her courage.

Her mouth was dry, and still she forced out the words that she had to know the answer to, “Does that include with my sister?”

He cursed. “Little Petal…” With a hand fisted in her hair, he tugged back her head so that she was looking up at him. Then he leaned in a little closer.

His eyes dark, unblinking, he captured her gaze.

“I’ve never had a romantic relationship where BDSM was involved.”

Not ever?

“What happened with Adriana has nothing to do with us.”

Hoping he would go on, she remained quiet.

“Since Adriana, I haven’t gotten involved with anyone. I play with Tops and submissives here and other clubs around the world.”

“Was it something you wanted?” When he didn’t answer, she clarified. “I mean BDSM. In your relationship with Adriana?”

Beneath her, his cock hardened again.

“I’ll let you answer that question for yourself.”

Now that she’d had a taste, she knew she would want this physical and emotional connection as part of her life, forever. “How did you manage?”

“To?”

“Live without this?”

“Necessity.” His voice was matter of fact, as if that was the obvious answer. “BDSM is all about consent, and if my partner does not consent, then it doesn’t happen.”

She couldn’t imagine a man so Dominant, so virile, would make that choice, and it made her admire him even more.

“If you don’t have any more questions, I want to get you back to the cabin.”

With his thumb, he outlined her mouth, making her taste the essence of her pussy.

“I’m ready to make love to you—long and slow—for the rest of the night.”

“If you insist, Sir.” She sassed him with a quick, cheeky grin.

“Oh, I do, little Petal.”

He adjusted their positions so that she was sitting on the chair and he was standing.

Too relaxed to move, she watched him wash his hands. Then he returned with a warm cloth to bathe her swollen pussy and tormented asshole.

He placed his T-shirt over her head and threaded her arms through the holes. “Even though I love the look of your nipples all hard and swollen, the Dominant in me insists you be warm.”

“That’s part of this whole thing?” she asked, curiosity taking over.

He raised an eyebrow “Caretaking?”

She nodded.

“Very much so. Nothing is more important to a Dominant than his submissive’s well-being. He would crawl through cut glass for her, because he cares.”

“Or because he’s self-serving and wants to make sure her body is available to him?”

He answered with a devilish smile. “Maybe a little of both.”

Before she could respond, he tipped back her chin.

“Have no doubt how important you are to me, how important your safety is, your comfort, your pleasure. You.”

No one had ever said anything that meaningful to her before.

Gregorio made her feel cherished, important.

He repacked his bag, dropping the lube in alongside her leash, then he hooked a finger through the D ring of her collar, like he had earlier. “I’d like you to keep this on. For now.”

He was giving her a choice?

Earlier, when he’d placed it around her neck, she hadn’t been sure she liked it, but now she couldn’t imagine taking it off. “Yes, Gregorio.”

The appreciation in his eyes made her doubly glad she’d agreed.

“Ready?” He offered a hand to help her up.

This time, he didn’t ask her to crawl. Instead, he placed his fingers at the base of her spine as they left the room.

Upstairs, he helped her to dress, and she offered him back his T-shirt, even though she didn’t want to give it up. It smelled of him, and the outdoorsy scent comforted her.

“Give me a couple of minutes.” He dropped a quick kiss on her forehead. “I need to sanitize our playrooms.”

“Do you want me to help?”

“Not at all.”

While he returned to the dungeon, she wandered to the patio doors. She didn’t see much beyond her own reflection.

Her hair was mussed, and her sweatshirt was bunched around her waist. Her lips were slightly swollen. But her eyes… Wide, expectant, happy.

Happy.

When was the last time she’d felt that way?

Generally she was too busy with cases and running the business to think about much of anything beyond work.

And being with Gregorio had changed all that.

The atmospheric music continued, keeping her aroused. Or maybe it had more to do with the memory of what they’d shared and the anticipation of what was still to come. Regardless, she was in a deeply surrendered place.

A few minutes later, the music shut off, making the dark mountain silence press in around her.

He rejoined her.

Even though they’d just been together, he swept his gaze approvingly over her. “You’re even sexier than you were earlier.”

Maybe because of his openness, she was softer, less fearful of letting him see her vulnerability or the way she was falling for him.

“I want to get you home.”

At the door, he locked the house, reset the alarm, and turned off the lights.

Hand in hand, he guided her down the path, back to his cozy cabin.

Once they were secured inside, with the lights on a romantic setting, he turned up the heater, then he folded his arms as he stood over her. “You’ve had clothes on for far too long.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t try me.”

The way he raised his eyebrows turned her insides liquid.

“Take them off.”

Braver than she’d been before, she curled her hands around the bottom of her sweatshirt and began to lift the material.

“Naked,” he snapped. “Now. I have no tolerance for a strip tease.”

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed, while still taking her time.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated, and the device skittered across the counter.

Part of her wanted to ignore it, but a stronger part of her knew she couldn’t. It was late, and no one would be reaching out unless it was important.

Gregorio tipped his head to one side, encouraging her. “Check it.”

Smoothing her top back into place, she crossed the room to look at the screen.

He came back. That man. That man. He. He said—

With a frown, she looked at Gregorio.

Taking in her frown, he asked, “Mrs. Santos?”

“Yes. But her messages are cryptic.”

Moments later, a second text followed.

If I tell Felix he was here, he’ll—