“No. Keep your arms above your head and don’t move them again.”
She wanted to protest his harsh demand, but he kissed her forehead before her cheeks and lips received special attention. Lydia gave in to the pleasure of the moment. Surrendering, body and soul.
He pushed his cock in a little more, the toy filling her ass added an extra dimension to their loving. He began slowly stroking her hair and smoothing a palm down her arm to her hip where he cupped her bottom and kneaded the plump flesh. She melted, giving them both what they needed in that moment. Dane seemed to sense her submission and began a slow glide inside her pussy, filling her the way she craved. Her body stretched to accommodate his size, and Lydia felt a little pressure from the toy inside her ass but no pain. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. He thrust hard and her vagina clenched, tightening around him like a fist.
“Damn, you drive me wild. You have the softest pussy in the world, Lydia. So fucking perfect.” He pushed forward, hard, and Lydia cried out as sensation after sensation rocked her body. “Mine,” he growled.
The single word uttered in Dane’s deep voice sent a rush of desire through her womb. With each inward stroke from his cock, Lydia could feel the toy, and it added another level to the pleasure. Her muscles held them both tight. She squeezed, giving Dane a new kind of pleasure.
“Fuck, yeah, baby, do that again,” he ground out as he pushed against her hips harder, faster. She complied and he shouted her name, fucking her with wild abandon. She cried out as another orgasm took her to all-new heights. Dane thrust one last time and soared with her. Lydia felt every pulse of his cock as he filled her with his hot come.
Dane collapsed on top of her, both of their bodies damp from exertion. Lydia couldn’t move, didn’t dare try. Every muscle in her body was sore. It was several seconds before he lifted up. He gently pulled the toy free and tossed it aside, his gaze eating her up. “You make me ache, little Lydia.” He brushed her damp hair from her face and kissed her cheek. “Let me stay the night.”
She stared up at him, tears filling her eyes. He was her world. Mistake or not, she couldn’t deny him. “Don’t go,” she whispered.
Dane left the bed, then lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his hard chest. “First I’m going to run you a hot bath, then I’m going to give you a massage. Later, if you’re a very good sub, I’ll show you what else I have in my briefcase.”
She shuddered as she imagined what else he could possibly have in store for them. Her imagination wasn’t that good though. “Dane?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“What about the handcuffs?”
He entered her bathroom and flipped on the light. “Soon enough, sub. For now, I like you at my mercy.”
The sensual tilt to his lips stole her heart. She couldn’t speak for the emotion clogging her throat. There was still so much unsettled, and she hadn’t completely forgiven him for deceiving her. Before she could stop herself, Lydia blurted out the one question that had niggled at her since she’d found out Apollo and Dane were one and the same. “Am I the naughty librarian you mentioned at Kinks? Is that what this is for you?”
Dane stopped dead and stared down at her, his gaze filled with red-hot anger. “You think I just want to fuck you? Is that what you’ve been imagining?”
She hadn’t wanted it put so crudely, but she needed to know the truth. Damn it, she deserved the truth. “What else could it be? I’ve worked for you for two years and you never even hinted at a relationship.”
Immediately he set her on her feet. Lydia wobbled and he clutched her shoulders in a gentle but demanding hold, steadying her instantly. “If I only wanted sex, I could get that at Kinks. There are plenty of women who would gladly kneel for me.”
An image of some faceless woman on her knees in front of Dane, loving his cock, slammed into her mind. Lydia’s palm itched to smack him. “Great,” she gritted out, “unlock these handcuffs and go get one of them then!”
“None of them could hold a candle to you,” he murmured. The raw need in his chocolate brown gaze tore at her defenses. “You’ve been a fire in my blood, Lydia. Having you beneath me has been a dream come true. The need to see you without the buttoned-up blouses and the pins in your hair has made it damned hard to keep my distance.” He took her face in his hands and smoothed his thumb over her bottom lip. Lydia couldn’t seem to catch her breath. “Do you think I threaten to break every woman’s door down? I haven’t felt this out of control my entire life.”
Her mother had tried so desperately to hide behind her own fears and look where that had gotten her. Divorced and alone, cut off from her only child.
Lydia smiled. “I’ve been half in love with you for a while, I think. I just didn’t want to admit it, not even to myself.”
He leaned down and covered her mouth with his in a demanding mating of lips. Lydia swayed forward, drifting on a sea of emotion she’d never imagined possible. He lifted a mere inch and whispered, “I want to know everything about you. I could spend weeks getting to know all your little quirks, every sweet little habit. You fascinate me, Lydia. You have from the moment you spilled coffee on yourself that first day.”
“Dane,” She moaned, emotion clogging her throat.
“This isn’t just sex, baby. I’m through with other women and I’ll be turning my share of Kinks over to Trent and Mac. This is the real thing for me and I’ll die if you kick me out now.”
Living a half-life no longer appealed to her, especially not now that she’d tasted heaven in Dane’s arms. A woman couldn’t go back after that, it simply wasn’t possible.
“Stay,” she demanded, “please.”
A muscle in his jaw jumped. “Be sure, Lydia. I’ll consider you mine after this. No more sharing either. Those days are history.”
She smiled up at him, beyond pleased to know he wasn’t the sharing type. That he was giving up the club made her heart soar. “I don’t want anyone else, Dane. Only you. It’s always been you.”
“God, baby, you blow my mind.”
Then something else occurred to her. “I do have one question.”