extending the length of her climax and careening her toward another.
She wanted him to stop.
She didn’t want him ever to stop.
The tension in her belly wound tighter and tighter. Nothing ever felt this good. It was too much. She’d never survive.
“Again,” Jax commanded.
As if she had no choice, her body responded. She came hard, spirals of pleasure ravaging her pussy and her warm juices running down her legs.
Jax roared above her, giving into his own release. He kissed her neck and sighed. “Thank you, Katerina. You have no idea how much this meant to me.”
She’d never regret tonight.
She’d only regret not wearing her mask.
Chapter Eleven
Eight Days to Elections . . .
A FTER CLEANING HER , Jaxon spent time massaging her muscles before wrapping her in a warm blanket and sitting her on his lap. He fed her some grapes and cheese and made her drink a bottle of water. Gracie, the submissive whom she’d met on her previous visit, returned Kate’s clothes to Jaxon. He dressed her and led her out of Benediction, bringing her home to his bed. He’d called it aftercare, and she’d never felt more pampered.
She tried to stay awake, but her body and mind had gone through too much that night, and the drive lulled her to sleep. When she regained consciousness, she was naked again and tucked under silk sheets and warm blankets. The room was dark except for the light from the moon, which slanted over half of Jaxon’s face. He lay on his side, watching her.
“How long did I sleep?” she asked.
“About six hours.”
More sleep than she normally got, but since she’d been running on empty the last couple of days, it wasn’t a surprise that her body had required extra. What did surprise her was that she hadn’t woken when Jaxon had brought her into the house and put her to bed.
She inched closer, confirming that he was naked too when she bumped into his erect cock. “Have you been awake the entire time?”
“No. I woke up a little while ago.”
“And you decided to watch me sleep?”
“You looked so peaceful. And I like seeing my collar on you.”
She still hadn’t gotten to see it. “What does it look like?”
“It’s made from white gold, and an O ring of diamonds hangs from the center. I wanted those not in the scene to think it’s only a necklace.”
“And those in the lifestyle?”
“They’ll know you’re owned and cherished and will keep their filthy hands off you.” He inhaled sharply. “Did you change your mind about wearing it? I shouldn’t have asked you the way I did, so I’m asking again. Will you wear my collar and take me as your Dom?”
“Yes, Jax.”
“Because of the circumstances, we’ve done everything out of order, but I think it’s important we sit down together and draw up a D/s contract.”
“I’d like that.”
He rolled on top of her and kissed her, his hands on her cheeks. “I saw Mr. Joseph at Benediction. I promise you, your job isn’t in jeopardy. Maybe if he saw us outside of the club, but confidentiality is sacrosanct for our members. He’s probably just as concerned that you saw him there.”
“If you say so. I trust you.”
“Thank you, Katerina.” The use of her real name signaled they were entering a scene, and her nipples hardened in anticipation.
She covered his hands with hers, discovering something missing. “You took off your ring.”
“It didn’t seem right to continue wearing it after I’d collared you.”
She swept a kiss across his lips. “As your sub, I thank you for that consideration. But as your attorney, I’d advise you to wear it in public. At least until we find Alyssa’s killer.”
He grabbed her wrists and yanked her hands over her head. “No more talking unless I ask you a question,” he said in that Dom way of his. “Hold on to the slats of the headboard and don’t let go. I need to be inside you.” His fingers tested her readiness, sliding through her arousal.
Her phone blared from inside her
She wanted him to stop.
She didn’t want him ever to stop.
The tension in her belly wound tighter and tighter. Nothing ever felt this good. It was too much. She’d never survive.
“Again,” Jax commanded.
As if she had no choice, her body responded. She came hard, spirals of pleasure ravaging her pussy and her warm juices running down her legs.
Jax roared above her, giving into his own release. He kissed her neck and sighed. “Thank you, Katerina. You have no idea how much this meant to me.”
She’d never regret tonight.
She’d only regret not wearing her mask.
Chapter Eleven
Eight Days to Elections . . .
A FTER CLEANING HER , Jaxon spent time massaging her muscles before wrapping her in a warm blanket and sitting her on his lap. He fed her some grapes and cheese and made her drink a bottle of water. Gracie, the submissive whom she’d met on her previous visit, returned Kate’s clothes to Jaxon. He dressed her and led her out of Benediction, bringing her home to his bed. He’d called it aftercare, and she’d never felt more pampered.
She tried to stay awake, but her body and mind had gone through too much that night, and the drive lulled her to sleep. When she regained consciousness, she was naked again and tucked under silk sheets and warm blankets. The room was dark except for the light from the moon, which slanted over half of Jaxon’s face. He lay on his side, watching her.
“How long did I sleep?” she asked.
“About six hours.”
More sleep than she normally got, but since she’d been running on empty the last couple of days, it wasn’t a surprise that her body had required extra. What did surprise her was that she hadn’t woken when Jaxon had brought her into the house and put her to bed.
She inched closer, confirming that he was naked too when she bumped into his erect cock. “Have you been awake the entire time?”
“No. I woke up a little while ago.”
“And you decided to watch me sleep?”
“You looked so peaceful. And I like seeing my collar on you.”
She still hadn’t gotten to see it. “What does it look like?”
“It’s made from white gold, and an O ring of diamonds hangs from the center. I wanted those not in the scene to think it’s only a necklace.”
“And those in the lifestyle?”
“They’ll know you’re owned and cherished and will keep their filthy hands off you.” He inhaled sharply. “Did you change your mind about wearing it? I shouldn’t have asked you the way I did, so I’m asking again. Will you wear my collar and take me as your Dom?”
“Yes, Jax.”
“Because of the circumstances, we’ve done everything out of order, but I think it’s important we sit down together and draw up a D/s contract.”
“I’d like that.”
He rolled on top of her and kissed her, his hands on her cheeks. “I saw Mr. Joseph at Benediction. I promise you, your job isn’t in jeopardy. Maybe if he saw us outside of the club, but confidentiality is sacrosanct for our members. He’s probably just as concerned that you saw him there.”
“If you say so. I trust you.”
“Thank you, Katerina.” The use of her real name signaled they were entering a scene, and her nipples hardened in anticipation.
She covered his hands with hers, discovering something missing. “You took off your ring.”
“It didn’t seem right to continue wearing it after I’d collared you.”
She swept a kiss across his lips. “As your sub, I thank you for that consideration. But as your attorney, I’d advise you to wear it in public. At least until we find Alyssa’s killer.”
He grabbed her wrists and yanked her hands over her head. “No more talking unless I ask you a question,” he said in that Dom way of his. “Hold on to the slats of the headboard and don’t let go. I need to be inside you.” His fingers tested her readiness, sliding through her arousal.
Her phone blared from inside her
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