than a few strokes. Then again, neither would she.
He ground hard against her clitoris. “Come,” he commanded.
Her eyes widened with a flicker of doubt.
“Come, dammit,” he managed through clenched teeth as he
drove hard against her once more.
Her irises darkened. She gripped his arms, opened her thighs
and tilted her hips into his thrusts. The corners of her lush lips turned up in
a soft smile and her breath caught in her throat. She arched and her body
clamped down hard around him.
Crying out, he gave in and release seized him with sudden
force, building like a volcano and erupting until he couldn’t move.
He wilted over her and as the waves of pleasure ebbed, he became
aware of her fingers burrowing into the hair at his temple. He turned his head
toward her and she claimed his mouth, kissing him deeply until he grew hard
inside her again.
Chapter Seven
Primrose felt empty when Adam finally removed the crystal
plug over an hour later. Snuggled in the wealth of covers on his bed, she
pretended to be asleep until the servant who’d brought up a tray of cold
chicken, wine and a pitcher of milk left.
“Are you hungry?” Adam asked as he returned to the bed.
Primrose sat up. “Famished.” She smiled as their gazes met
and her stomach quivered as if there were butterflies trying to escape it.
Something was happening between them but she didn’t dare try to figure out
what.
“We haven’t discussed this,” Adam said, loosening the belt
of his silk banyan. “But just how deeply do you want to delve into submission?”
Warmth infused her cheeks at the mention of it. Submitting
to him was one thing while actually doing it. Talking about it was wholly
something else.
He stroked her cheek and tipped up her chin so that she
looked into his eyes again. “You are safe to examine this with me, darling.”
Darling…
His tenderness tortured her far worse than any of his
punishments.
He continued. “I was afraid I’d hurt you earlier. Had I
known your limits I would have taken you further.”
She couldn’t quell a grin. “I didn’t say the word did I?”
He smiled. “No, you did not.” He shook his head in
self-deprecation. “I’m far more experienced than that. I should have known you
were willing to risk more. Next time I will most definitely carry you further.”
Her sex pulsed hungrily. “H-how much further?”
“Complete submission,” he said silkily. “I will feed you,
clothe you, give you permission to experience pleasure. Withhold as I see fit.
Prolong. Persist. If you wish I will control your every need.”
Primrose considered agreeing to all the things he’d
mentioned. Every bit of it appealed to her and she didn’t know why. The thought
of just how easily she could allow him full Mastery terrified her. This wasn’t
who she’d been groomed to be. She was no street urchin given to hedonism.
And yet everything inside her cried out to agree to anything
he wanted.
She hardly knew herself any longer.
She swallowed and searched his eyes. “Is that…what you
want?”
He tore off a succulent piece of chicken. “Darling, this is
not really about what I want. You know that, don’t you?”
Shame flooded her as realization settled. She did control
this exchange between them. She commanded him every bit as powerfully as he
commanded her—through one word. Love.
All she had to do was utter it for him to stop. She’d never
dreamed she would trust him but something in his whiskey-colored eyes promised
her he’d never cross a line where her pleasure was concerned.
Another realization dawned on her. “On our wedding night…”
His eyes darkened.
She struggled to finish. “You weren’t angry you’d been…forced
to marry me. You were cross because you thought you’d hurt me.”
She leaned forward and accepted the bite of chicken he
offered, the simple act taking her back to that peaceful space where she could
simply be.
“Of course I was angry I’d hurt you. No woman
He ground hard against her clitoris. “Come,” he commanded.
Her eyes widened with a flicker of doubt.
“Come, dammit,” he managed through clenched teeth as he
drove hard against her once more.
Her irises darkened. She gripped his arms, opened her thighs
and tilted her hips into his thrusts. The corners of her lush lips turned up in
a soft smile and her breath caught in her throat. She arched and her body
clamped down hard around him.
Crying out, he gave in and release seized him with sudden
force, building like a volcano and erupting until he couldn’t move.
He wilted over her and as the waves of pleasure ebbed, he became
aware of her fingers burrowing into the hair at his temple. He turned his head
toward her and she claimed his mouth, kissing him deeply until he grew hard
inside her again.
Chapter Seven
Primrose felt empty when Adam finally removed the crystal
plug over an hour later. Snuggled in the wealth of covers on his bed, she
pretended to be asleep until the servant who’d brought up a tray of cold
chicken, wine and a pitcher of milk left.
“Are you hungry?” Adam asked as he returned to the bed.
Primrose sat up. “Famished.” She smiled as their gazes met
and her stomach quivered as if there were butterflies trying to escape it.
Something was happening between them but she didn’t dare try to figure out
what.
“We haven’t discussed this,” Adam said, loosening the belt
of his silk banyan. “But just how deeply do you want to delve into submission?”
Warmth infused her cheeks at the mention of it. Submitting
to him was one thing while actually doing it. Talking about it was wholly
something else.
He stroked her cheek and tipped up her chin so that she
looked into his eyes again. “You are safe to examine this with me, darling.”
Darling…
His tenderness tortured her far worse than any of his
punishments.
He continued. “I was afraid I’d hurt you earlier. Had I
known your limits I would have taken you further.”
She couldn’t quell a grin. “I didn’t say the word did I?”
He smiled. “No, you did not.” He shook his head in
self-deprecation. “I’m far more experienced than that. I should have known you
were willing to risk more. Next time I will most definitely carry you further.”
Her sex pulsed hungrily. “H-how much further?”
“Complete submission,” he said silkily. “I will feed you,
clothe you, give you permission to experience pleasure. Withhold as I see fit.
Prolong. Persist. If you wish I will control your every need.”
Primrose considered agreeing to all the things he’d
mentioned. Every bit of it appealed to her and she didn’t know why. The thought
of just how easily she could allow him full Mastery terrified her. This wasn’t
who she’d been groomed to be. She was no street urchin given to hedonism.
And yet everything inside her cried out to agree to anything
he wanted.
She hardly knew herself any longer.
She swallowed and searched his eyes. “Is that…what you
want?”
He tore off a succulent piece of chicken. “Darling, this is
not really about what I want. You know that, don’t you?”
Shame flooded her as realization settled. She did control
this exchange between them. She commanded him every bit as powerfully as he
commanded her—through one word. Love.
All she had to do was utter it for him to stop. She’d never
dreamed she would trust him but something in his whiskey-colored eyes promised
her he’d never cross a line where her pleasure was concerned.
Another realization dawned on her. “On our wedding night…”
His eyes darkened.
She struggled to finish. “You weren’t angry you’d been…forced
to marry me. You were cross because you thought you’d hurt me.”
She leaned forward and accepted the bite of chicken he
offered, the simple act taking her back to that peaceful space where she could
simply be.
“Of course I was angry I’d hurt you. No woman
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