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neck.
    Any attention to her neck made her thrash wildly. She used her shoulder to force his mouth away from her skin.
    “Hold still,” he hissed.
    “I can’t. Touch my clit. I’m so close.”
    Muttering another curse, Bennett slid his fingers free and rubbed the wet digits on her clit. He eased back and suckled her left nipple so hard she felt the bite of his teeth.
    That set her off. “Yes. Yes!” Her clit throbbed beneath his stroking fingers, sending tremors throughout her body. When her head fell back, Bennett zeroed in on her neck and sucked.
    Her whole body vibrated as if she’d swallowed a live current.
    He kept sucking and petting her until her knees gave out. “Whoa there, Angel.” He pressed his lower body against the door, keeping hers upright.
    When he tried to rest his forehead on her shoulder, she twisted free. “I’m all right.”
    Trying to regain her mental balance, she sidestepped him and took in the private room.
    The bland space didn’t look like it belonged in a sex club. Well, besides the gigantic bed. And the swing-like contraption in the corner. And the shackles hanging from the ceiling. Maybe her initial impression had been too hasty.
    Air blew down from the vents reminding her of her skimpy attire. Why hadn’t Bennett enclosed her in his arms?
    Because you didn’t ask him to. Or tell him to. You’re in charge, remember? He follows your lead.
    Which begged the question, what now? Now that she’d so easily, so quickly, so wantonly fallen apart in his arms? Begging him to touch her clit, for crying out loud.
    A true Domme wouldn’t react with embarrassment. A real Domme would probably…reward him for bringing her to orgasm.
    Visualizing herself as that ball-busting woman allowed her to face him with a sultry smile. Her appreciative gaze rolled over his body. “Thank you, Bennett. I guess I needed that more than even I knew.”
    “It was my pleasure, Ma’am.”
    “Know what my other pleasure would be? Seeing you completely naked. Strip.”
    The muscle in his jaw flexed and he made no move to obey.
    “Problem?”
    “No. I just… No problem at all.” His leather vest came off first. Followed by his western shirt. He grumbled something as he toed off his boots, but she was too busy gawking at his near nakedness to pay much heed.
    Heaven help her, the man had one of those chests. Broad, muscular, masculine perfection with just the right amount of chest hair. Ainsley’s eyes followed that trail of dark hair down his torso to the top of his jeans. She watched as he unhooked his belt. Watched as he popped the button loose. Watched as he slid the zipper down. Held her breath as those Wranglers fell to the carpet. Holy mother of all saints the man had the largest dick she’d ever seen outside of porn. She finally chanced a look at his face.
    Bennett managed a tight-lipped smile. “Like what you see?”
    “I’m sort of half-scared by it, if you wanna know the truth.”
    “I haven’t gotten many complaints.”
    “I don’t imagine you have.” She sauntered forward. Her eyes snared his. Then her fist closed around his girth and she squeezed.
    He hissed.
    Ainsley stroked the hard, heated flesh. “Tell me what you like.” He sucked in another sharp breath when her thumb swept beneath the cockhead.
    “I like that. But…”
    Her hand didn’t stop moving, her eyes never wavered when she asked, “But what?”
    “But I’d rather fuck you. I’d rather watch you get off again.”
    Something about his response seemed rehearsed. Something about the too-bright look in his eyes told her that he wasn’t used to being manhandled. Which made sense, if his reason to switch to submissive was to feel pain. His submissive role tonight wouldn’t be the same as other times.
    She rolled to the tips of her boots and pressed her lips to his. “As delighted as I am by your selfless sentiment, Bennett, it’s not your decision, is it?”
    A tiny flare of anger replaced the pleasure in his eyes.