Iron Dominance by Cari Silverwood Page B

tiled area coming out from the wall. She’d never seen anything like it.
    At first, Theo sprawled on a red divan, watching with hooded eyes as she stripped off the corset, bracelets, and choker. Feeling suddenly shy, she stepped into the steaming water.
    Though the heat made her gasp, she quickly lowered herself. The bubbles in the water clung to the sides of her breasts.
    A thought struck her. “Who filled this?”
    “Kirsten. She takes care of my room. You’ll meet her eventually. Why?”
    She sank deeper, head back; water lapped at her ears, muffling sound. “She didn’t see…anything?”
    “Like your half-naked body?” he drawled, then rose from the couch and walked over. She felt like some water creature eyeing a predator. “I threw the sheet over you.”
    Efficiently, he shed his dressing gown. His erection stood out as proudly as the one on the sculpture on the stairs, the muscles of his stomach and chest rippling as he moved. That telltale arrow of hair led the eye to his groin. Trying not to stare and only partly succeeding, she moved to one side, sending water sloshing. Every movement of Theo’s signaled determination—she had a suspicion no wasn’t going to work at the moment.
    With the water around his thighs, he looked like some god risen from the depths of a sea.
    Seeing his gaze drift lower, she looked down to see her exposed breasts shining with moisture and bubbles. “Um. I thought I was getting clean?”
    “You look very clean to me. Come here.” He beckoned, then sat on the edge of the tub. His cock was straight and thick, and almost long enough to touch his belly button—she’d had that inside her last night?
    Any thought of not going to him vanished. She waded over on her knees, sliding across the porcelain. She couldn’t help looking at him, at his cock. Last night, buried under the avalanche of her awakening feelings, she’d barely had time to study his body.
    “Put your mouth here,” he said, rough-voiced. He wrapped his fist around his erection.
    She stared at those gray eyes, at the desire and command in them. He knew she wouldn’t refuse. Not when he said it like that. She licked her lips. What will it taste like ? The end of it was just the right size to slide into her mouth. She put out her hand. The bulbous head smelled fresh and felt soft, with an exciting underlying hardness. He’d bathed already, she realized.
    He watched as she put her mouth to the head, then hesitantly engulfed more of him. Her saliva made his cock slide sweetly. It sent a shiver through her, desire flaring between her thighs as she recalled the feel of him, how he’d filled her. When her lips met his hand and she licked at him, swirling her tongue around his cock, he groaned.
    “Slow,” he croaked. “Seeing your mouth wrapped round me—”
    He released his cock and held her head, guiding her movements, then reached down. The unexpected pinch of fingers and thumbs on her nipples shocked her. She couldn’t move; the world became nothing more than her mouth with him inside, her nipples, and what lay between her thighs.
    Theo chuckled. She blinked up at him. “You’d better let that go before you bite me.”
    His cock glided from her mouth, leaving it strangely empty and her lips swollen. Salty precum had leaked onto her tongue. He joined her in the water, then moved her so she faced away.
    “Sit on me.”
    Oh, now that appealed to her. He wedged her feet half under and behind his so she couldn’t slip in the water. With his hands guiding her, the tip of him probed at her entrance, then pressed on in, sliding slowly, like an airship docking into its moorings, so far up inside, her throat closed over again.
    “Ah-unhh.” She clamped her eyes shut. Squeezed, down there, tight. If she died right then and there, she’d be happy.
    “You’re easily pleased,” he whispered. “Now stay there. Don’t move.” He nibbled at her ear while playing gently with the areolae yet never quite… touching