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“Oh, fuck you and Atticus—” Her sentence was cut off abruptly by a sharp yelp.
Thane's hand fisted in her hair and pulled her to her feet in one swift move, using that firm grip to guide her over to the bed and push her face down on the covers. “Strike three, strike out. I tolerate profanity, Connie. I understand the need for it, especially in untenable situations, but I will not allow a sub to direct it at me or any other Dominant.” He released her hair, then moved behind her as she tried to straighten.
What the hell was he doing? Connie shoved herself upright, only for his hand to land in the middle of her back and bend her back over. His other hand slid beneath her, finding and deftly unfastening the button of her pants. The hiss of her zipper made her struggle, adrenaline and arousal surging through her veins.
His fingers disappeared into the open vee of her pants, smoothing over the thin layer of pubic hair on her mound on their way to her pussy. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but two fingers found her clit, circling it carefully. She blushed as her hips jerked forward, moaning when he moved down further and discovered her entrance. The leather didn't give him much room to play with, but he didn't seem to care.
“Wet,” he hummed in approval. “I like wet and warm and tight. Oh, look. Atticus left me some toys to play with. How thoughtful. I usually give girls with dirty mouths something to wash the bad words out with, but this could be more fun for me. No blindfolds, no blood play, no pet play, and no watersports—have I remembered that right?”
She moaned again, deeper this time. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Quick response, pleasant manner, very respectful.” Thane removed his fingers, and she heard him sucking them clean as she grabbed onto the covers. “You know your safewords, you know how to use them and when, correct?”
She wanted to hear that warm praise again. “Yes, Master Thane.”
“Excellent. Improving every time.”
The hand on her back lifted, and she felt both sets of his fingers take hold of her waistband and work the leather down over her hips. Down her thighs, her calves, until her pants were in a pool at her feet and cool air kissed her exposed flesh. With a quiet murmur, he ordered her to step out of the material—she obeyed, trembling slightly as he touched her buttocks, her pussy, her thighs.
“Stand up straight,” he commanded, then proceeded to undo the laces holding her corset in place. As it began to slide away from her breasts, he simply gave it a helping hand and then tossed it aside. Leaving her naked. “Turn around and face me, link your hands at the back of your neck, and keep those feet apart.”
Connie discovered she had no snappy comeback. The Domme had left the building, and the submissive was eager to please. She inched around until she could see Thane's face, her hands lifting to link together around her nape. With her elbows out, her chest lifted. Thane did look this time, the amber deepening with arousal as it stroked over her bare flesh, bringing her nipples to hard peaks.
“Stunning. Absolutely stunning, sugar.” Running both sets of fingertips down either side of her neck, he continued over her chest, between her breasts. Curved around to skim over her ribs, her hips, her ass. “Beautifully soft skin. Let's spread these a bit more, shall we?” He gave the inside of her feet a quick tap with his own, directing them further apart. “Just like that.”
She blinked when he dropped to one knee in front of her, tempted to clutch his hair and pull him to where the ache throbbed most. With her thighs so far apart, she knew he had an excellent view of her pussy. Amazingly, she felt herself blush as his eyes locked on her. Distracting herself with thoughts of what she'd make him do to her if the shoe was on the other foot wasn't enough when he leaned forward and licked slowly.
Her thighs trembled.
If this was Thane's idea of punishment, Connie was all for breaking every single rule he came up with. Hell, she'd break them before he even thought of them. She bit her lip to stop a wanton moan escaping, but the man was astute. He was aware of the effect he had on her, probably more than she was.
He stood up, licking his lips after just one lick, and grinned. She liked the shape of his mouth, no matter what shape it made. When he reached out and plucked her lip from between her teeth, she did some licking of her own, tasting salt on his thumb. “Careful, sugar. I might decide to give you something more substantial to set that tongue on. No blindfolds,” he murmured without pause. “Can I trust you to keep your eyes closed?”
“I think I can manage that, Sir.”
“Don't disappoint me.” Gently, he passed his hand over her face, giving her a silent command she heard clearly. “They stay closed no matter what I do next, Connie. I'll tell you when you can open them again.”
Her sense of stranger danger finally kicked in. A prickling sensation ran over her skin as she realized she was alone, naked, in a room with a man she didn't know from Adam. Dear God, how could she be so stupid? Making the same idiotic mistakes she'd made with Evan—letting a strong Dom, gorgeous mouth, and oodles of charm sway her decisions—was the worst thing she could do—look how badly that had ended for her in the past.
So fucking badly, she was feeling the repercussions years after the event.
Slowly, her arms fell to her sides and she took a step away. Breath shuddering, she tried to banish the voice hissing in her ear, telling her she was a bad little bitch. Disobedient, stupid, ungrateful. All the things she'd tried so hard not to be…all the things she'd failed to correct, even with Evan's belt lashing down on her shoulders, his boot bruising her body.
Thane read her face and immediately held his hands up, palms out. “Connie, you're okay. Breathe, sugar.”
The oddest, most ridiculous noise burned her throat. This feeling was foreign, and she didn't like it, at all. Somehow, somewhere in the last twenty minutes, Thane had slipped control from her fingers without her realizing it. Panic swelled, sweeping her off her feet.
Thiswas why she embraced her dominant side so completely. The Domme kept control firmly in her grasp, not letting anyone or anything steal it from her. The Domme couldn't be intimidated, berated, forced, or bullied into doing anything she didn't want to do. The Domme couldn't be reduced to a helpless, quivering, distressed thing.
Hands still in sight, Thane walked away from her. Calmly, he opened one of the cupboards, grunting when he couldn't find what he was looking for. He tried two more cupboards while Connie fought to calm her breathing, then came back to her with a blanket spread between his hands. Carefully, making no sudden moves, he draped it around her shoulders.
“It's okay, Connie. Say the word. You've hit your limit—say the word.”
Her heart squeezed painfully as she whimpered. “Red.”
*
As soon as Connie whimpered the safeword, her knees buckled. Reading the signs, Thane scooped her up before her body had time to fall, lifting her up and carrying her to the rocking chair. He sat, cuddling her tightly as she shook, and counted the seconds off in his head. Rocking gently, he said nothing, letting her take comfort from his presence if she needed it.
