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He kisses my shoulder, then my neck. Actually, kissing isn’t really what he’s doing. It’s more like licking and sucking. As if he’s tasting my skin and finds it delicious.

Nipping my earlobe, he whispers, “Ask your master for permission to speak.”

Oh God. Oh dear holy God in heaven, this is actually happening.

He! Just! Said! That!

Calmly lavishing my shoulders and neck with his lips and tongue, Aidan lazily strokes his fingers back and forth over my clit, which is now achingly sensitive. My nipples are, too. So is my entire nervous system, which feels as if it’s about to explode.

Hyperventilating, I whisper, “May I please have permission to speak…master?”

His voice low and hypnotic, he says, “Yes, my perfect, pretty bunny rabbit. You may.”

Then he presses his teeth to the side of my throat and slides a finger inside me.

My cry of pleasure is soft and broken. It takes me a moment to remember what the hell I was going to say. “I…I don’t know exactly what you mean by sit on your face.”

“It’s not rocket science.”

“Yes, but I mean, logistically, how does it work? Do I, like, brace my hands against the wall for balance?”

He sounds surprised. “You’ve never done it before?”

“No. And I don’t want to smother you.”

His laughter is muffled against my skin. Then he groans. “Fucking hell, you’re sweet. You’re so goddamn sweet, I just want to sink my teeth into every inch of you.”

“You’re doing a pretty good job of that so far.”

He rolls me to my back and cups my face in his hand. Gazing intently down at me, he says, “What else haven’t you done?”

“Everything that doesn’t include missionary or doggie style with the lights out. Oh, and oral. But nothing…”

“What?”

My cheeks are heating up, damn them. “Kinky.”

“Define kinky.”

“I think you know what I mean, mister.”

He’s trying not to laugh at me. Pressing his lips together, his eyes alight, he shakes his head. “It’s master or sir. No misters. I’ll give you one free pass, but next time, disrespect will earn you a spanking.”

I smile up at him. “You say that like you don’t already know I love it when you give me a spanking.”

He stares at me in silence for a moment, his laughter fading. Then his voice comes out rough.

“I wish you knew how perfect you are. How different and perfect. I’ve never met anyone like you. Whenever we’re together, I feel like a new man. A better man. Like everything bad that’s ever happened to me doesn’t matter anymore because your sweet smile takes it all away.”

Warmth washes over me. It seems as if the sky just opened up, and I’m being bathed in a brilliant ray of sunshine from head to toe. Feeling shy, I whisper, “What a nice thing to say. Thank you.”

He stares at me, his gaze moving slowly over my features, then he kisses me deeply, his hand still cupped around my face.

Against my mouth, he murmurs, “I’m gonna lie on my back and you’re gonna straddle my face, baby. Don’t worry about smothering me. I’ll hold you up. Ready?”

Shimmering with need and embarrassment, I whisper, “Yes, sir.”

When he exhales with the faintest of moans, I know I’ve pleased him.

It frightens me how much I suddenly want to please him again.

He rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him, clasping his hands around my waist. He urges me up toward the wall, so I climb forward on my hands and knees as he scoots lower down the mattress. When my knees are on either side of his head, he pulls me down by my hips until my pussy hovers right above his mouth and I’m looking down between my spread legs at him.

He warns, “Don’t come until I give you permission,” and latches onto my clit with his mouth.

I gasp. My thighs quiver. My lids flutter shut. He stabilizes me by gripping my hips, then reaches up around my hips with both hands and squeezes my breasts. He fondles my breasts and pinches my nipples as he licks my pussy, and I doubt my head will ever be set on straight again.

When I moan softly, he takes one hand away from my breast and slaps me on the ass. It’s hard and stings, and I love it.

I flatten my hands against the mattress and lock my elbows. I flex my hips against Aidan’s mouth. He makes a soft sound of approval, so I flex my hips again.

He pulls on my hard nipple and slaps my ass, making me groan loudly in pleasure.

“Fuck my mouth,” he orders. “Ride my face, baby. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Okey dokey, sir.

I grind my pussy against his face, laughing breathlessly when he shoves his tongue deep inside me. The laughter dies quickly because his mouth feels so damn good. I stop worrying that I might smother him and really get into it, concentrating on the feel of his hot, wet mouth between my legs and his calloused fingers pinching my nipple and digging into my hips.

A sharp contraction of my uterus makes me moan.

Still playing with my nipple, Aidan slides a finger inside me and sucks my clit with more force.

I whisper raggedly, “Oh. Aidan. Oh God, that feels amazing.”

“You need to come?”

“Yes, please.”