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the heat chasing through her.
    “This is your reward for honoring my request not to touch yourself. Though I might have enjoyed the idea of you sucking your juices from your fingers.” He moved between her legs and parted her labia.
    Though she squirmed, he didn’t reprimand her. Nor did he command her to remain still.
    When he placed his thumb against her clit, she lifted her hips scandalously.
    “That’s it,” he said.
    She wished she could see his expression, but he bent to lick her from back to front.
    The pressure of his tongue nearly undid her. She cried out, already on the verge of climaxing.
    “Come whenever you want.”
    It hadn’t occurred to her that he might make her delay her orgasm. She oftentimes compelled her subs to wait, and Damien’s words brutally reinforced the fact that, in coming here, she had ceded a certain amount of control to him.
    All those thoughts vanished when he slid a finger inside her.
    Desperately she dug her heels into cabinets beneath her as she tried to lift her hips even higher.
    Her insides tightened and her juices flowed.
    The combination of the way he simultaneously finger-fucked and ate her proved to be her undoing. “Damien!” She reached for his head and buried her hands in his hair.
    In response to her urgings, he inserted a second finger inside her. She tried to sit up, or get away, anything.
    He was wonderful and unyielding, licking her pussy, moving his fingers. This was a hell of a reward. She suddenly understood why Susan had looked at him with such awe. When you were the focus of Master Damien Lowell’s attentions, you felt it. It was as if the rest of the world had been shut out.
    She called out his name again as she tightened all her muscles in anticipation. Blood rushed in her ears.
    This was…
    Her thoughts fractured and she could no longer think.
    An orgasm washed over her, its engulfing energy more potent than anything she’d ever experienced. Desperately gripping his hair, she screamed.
    But Damien didn’t stop.
    “More,” he said, his breath on her heated flesh.
    “I… I can’t.” She meant it. The first had taken so much out of her, and she needed time to recover. That hadn’t been a polite little climax—it had taken all she had. If he kept this up, she would just be uncomfortable.
    “Stop fighting me.” He flicked his tongue back and forth across her clit, faster and faster, ignoring her gasping protests.
    Impossibly, a second orgasm began to churn inside her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to find relief, but she couldn’t force her mouth to work long enough to say anything other than his name.
    He stretched her wider, overwhelming her. Then he reached up, twisted and squeezed one of her nipples.
    The added sensation was enough, and she froze, unable to breathe.
    He continued his relentless sensual assault, making her writhe from the exquisite combination of sensations, both pleasure and pain, until she spiraled into an abyss.
    Time blurred.
    She had no idea how long she lay there, but slowly she became aware that he’d removed his fingers and had stopped tormenting her clit.
    When she opened her eyes, she saw him standing there, broad, tall, steady. He was fully dressed and she was splayed open before him, her labia swollen and exposed. Embarrassment made her lick her lips.
    He helped her to sit up, then he removed his shirt.
    She blinked. Did he want to fuck her on the countertop? “You can’t be serious.”
    “I assure you I am.” But one of those deadly smiles played at the corners of his mouth.
    Surprising her, he put his shirt on her then untucked her hair. The black T-shirt enveloped her, and she snuggled into its warmth. The cotton was stamped by his scent, that of prestige and power, and she inhaled it deeply. She wouldn’t tell him, but she had no intention of returning the garment to him.
    “I need to keep you warm. I always take care of what’s mine.”
    “I’m not yours,” she protested.
    “For now, you are. Get