For The Love Of Sir (Doms of Decadence 3)

“Yum,” he told her as she drew in a ragged breath.

Returning his fingers to her pussy, Alex tortured her for long, excruciating minutes, strumming her clit, pushing his fingers deep inside her pussy, in and out.

“Sir, please. Please, I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Neither can I,” he muttered.

He removed the stool and then held her until she was steady. Then he undid her wrists, rubbing her arms briskly.

“Go lie on the bed, arms above your head,” he ordered. He quickly stripped as she lay back on the bed. “Legs spread.”

Naked, he walked to his wardrobe and pulled out another silk rope. She watched him. He was muscular but not bulky. His skin was lightly tanned. All over. And his ass was a work of pure beauty. Tara’s mouth watered.

Alex turned, moving toward her. His thick cock stood at attention, bobbing as he walked. He tied her wrists together with one rope, then looped the other tie through and secured it to the bed.

Then he loomed over her with a grin. “Now for the torture.”

Alex held back his grin as Tara’s eyes grew wide, filling with trepidation. There was nothing quite like having a worried little subbie at his mercy. Of course, the fact that it was Tara made it special.

“Hmm, I wonder if I should gag you. I don’t want to scare the neighbors.”

Her mouth dropped open and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing.

“But maybe not. I’d quite like to hear you beg.”

“Alex…maybe we should…”

He glanced up at her, gauging her stress level. He didn’t want her truly frightened. This was meant to be fun.

“What is your safe word, sweetheart?”

She paused for a moment then shook her head. “Red.”

“Use it if you need to.”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Brave little subbie. Such a good girl.”

Pleasure filled her face at his words. There was definitely something there. Something that made her light up at the idea of pleasing him, of being a good girl.

He was seeing a softer, more vulnerable side to her. She was honest and funny and sweet. Everything he’d ever wanted.

Shit. Where had that thought come from?

Not only was this very new, but he’d sworn he would never fully commit to a woman again.

“Sir? Alex? Are you okay?”

He shook himself free of his thoughts, gazing down at Tara who was staring at him in concern.

“Fine, I’m fine. No talking.” He knew his voice was too harsh and he could see the hurt in her eyes. Idiot. He had to get himself under control.

He took her mouth with his, wanting to wipe that look from her face, not liking the guilt he felt.

Then he moved down her body, taking her nipple between his teeth and tugging lightly.

“Ohh,” she cried out.