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there sweaty and dirty made
his cock swell painfully in his jeans. But then, to meet her here at Rawhide…
    Hell, since their session the other night, he
hadn’t been able to think of anything except her. On his bed. Hands and feet
restrained. Her body wide open to everything he wanted to do to her.
    He realized the moment he laid eyes on her
tonight that she was conflicted. With any other woman, he would have been
friendly and polite and walked away. But he wanted Elizabeth Gillibrand more
than he’d ever wanted another female. And not just for a session now and then
at Rawhide. Something deep and elemental clicked between them. He knew in his
bones she felt it, too.
    But he would have to inch his way into it. Go
very slow. That was okay with him. The prize was worth it.
    Exposing her body like this had been a risk, but
it was working. The tension of anxiety in her body was slowly being replaced by
that of sexual arousal.
    “You have a gorgeous body,” he said, stroking the
length of her spine. “I want people to envy me.”
    She kept her eyes lowered, but a tiny smile
played at the corners of her mouth. “Are you always so arrogant, Sir?”
    “My male Texas pride.” He chuckled. “And I’ll
overlook that little sign of disrespect because it shows me you’re getting
comfortable with me again. But this is the last time. Understood?”
    “Yes, Sir.” The voice was soft, but the ghost of
a smile still lingered on her face.
    Impertinent sub. He swallowed his laughter.
Tonight he’d make her beg. He’d gotten a sense of her limits the other night.
Now he was ready to push them a little. And make her like it.
    “I think we’re ready to leave the crowd now.” He
rose and held out his hand to her.
    She took it, standing gracefully. Picking up her
vest, he led her out of the main room, down the corridor to the room he’d
reserved earlier.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter
Five
     
    Alex watched Liz take in the huge bed in the
center of the room, with its many straps and manacles attached, then the array
of discipline items on the wall and finally to the table displaying a variety
of toys.
    “You’ll enjoy this,” he said, reassuring her as
much as commanding her. “You remember your safeword?”
    “Lullaby.”
    “Good. Real good.” He pulled her toward him,
gripped her face, and licked the entire surface of her lips. Very slowly. Her
lips were like satin, smooth and warm. He could spend hours just tasting them.
He outlined the edges with his tongue before pressing against the closed seam
and thrusting inside.
    She opened to him willingly, her own tongue
dancing with his. Her flavor was better than any bourbon he’d ever tasted,
seeping into his system and flowing straight to his cock. His balls ached and
his blood pounded as he tilted her head to give him a better angle.
    And he hadn’t done anything yet but kiss her!
    Hell. He couldn’t remember the last time, if
ever, he’d felt this addicted to a woman. He’d better keep his wits about him
or he’d lose the control so essential to this relationship.
    He allowed himself another moment to trail his
mouth down the column of her neck and suck on each rosy nipple. Then he forced
himself to pull away, fisting his hands to get his breathing under control.
    Alex looked at her, flushed, her breasts heaving
with each breath, and wondered if he’d ever get enough of her. “Remove the
skirt,” he ordered, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep from ripping the
garment off himself.
    Still keeping her gaze properly lowered, she
unfastened the one button, slid the zipper down and let the skirt fall to the
floor. She stepped out of the puddle of fabric and waited for his next instruction.
    “Go to the bed and bend over the footboard.
Spread your arms wide.”
    Obediently, she moved to the bed and arranged
herself as he directed, her nicely rounded ass presented for him. He ran the
palm of one hand over each cheek. Squeezing and lightly pinching. Liz raised on
her