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  “Someone you trusted,” she whispered.

  The muscles beneath her lips jumped and tensed. “...yes.”

  She looked up at him as she took his shaft in her fist and brought the head of his cock to her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

  “We all have scars.”

  Willa took him inside her mouth then. His moan encouraged her to take him deeper, as deep as she could. His cock nudged the back of her throat before she released him, adding a brief extra bit of suction on the head. He was already slippery with sweet precome.

  When she pressed her teeth to his sensitive flesh, Phoenix cried out, but not in protest. He fucked against the scrape of her teeth. One hand went to her hair to urge her on. Gripping his shaft hard, Willa looked up at him. Warning without words. He understood her at once, taking away his hand. Holding them at his sides, muscles bunched and taut with the strain he was obviously feeling in not touching her.

  Again, she pressed him inside her mouth and gave him the edge of her teeth. Her hands ran up the insides of his thighs, finding heat and the sweet spots she knew just how and where to pinch. Lightly, enough to make him jump but not to leave a mark. She let his cock slide free of her mouth, slick with her saliva.

  “You should tell me to stop,” she said.

  Phoenix looked down at her with glazed eyes. “I don’t want you to stop.”

  An electric jolt sparked through her. Every nerve. Every muscle. Right to the center of her. Her cunt clenched, clit throbbing. Her head fell back a little, lips parting on a sigh.

  “Get on the bed,” she said. He did obediently, on his back. She watched him for a second, then tapped his foot. “Wider.”

  He spread himself for her, showing her everything. The small red spot from where she’d pinched him sent another thrill through her. She stood, shedding her clothes swiftly, not a striptease even though he watched her as though she were putting on the sexiest of shows. Naked, she moved up the bed between his legs, running her hands up and over him to rest on his hip bones.

  She had been with men who proclaimed they wanted to obey, and a lot of them meant it, at least as long as she was asking them to do what they wanted to do. She’d been with men who’d said they wanted her to hurt them, but only so long as she did it in the way they wanted her to. Most of the time it didn’t matter. She met with them for a night, never more than two, and she did what she wanted to them and got what she needed, and never much cared if she’d left them unsatisfied.

  There was something different about this man. The way he responded to the simple commands and to the small but precise pains she’d deliberately inflicted. It made her want to hurt him, but it also made her want to please him.

  When she climbed over him to straddle his face, Phoenix was already waiting with his mouth open, tongue out. His hands cupped her ass, bringing her closer. She cried out from that first slow, exploratory lick and put her hands on the wall. Fingers curling. She rocked her hips into his kiss.

  For long minutes, the only sounds were the softness of his tongue on her and Willa’s murmured instructions to him of exactly where she needed it. Phoenix’s rising hum of arousal. The room had not been warm when they entered it but she was hot now, straining and tense with desire that rose and teased and softened under his expert caresses. Sweat slicked beneath her thighs on his chest, and sometimes she could not stop herself from squeezing her thighs against his head, from grinding on his mouth before she relaxed and allowed him to keep working her flesh.

  There were many times when she took this sort of pleasure hard and fast, fierce. When she’d used a man’s mouth and tongue to get off by orchestrating every motion, fingers in his hair to tug his head where she wanted and needed it. Now, although it was taking her a very long time to reach the pinnacle, she felt no desperation to get there. No lingering feeling that she needed to finish soon or he would be bored or give up on making her come, or that she needed to finish quickly so they could get to his part of the pleasure.

  Willa rode him leisurely, making it clear when she wanted or needed something different but also when he was doing it exactly right. She let him set the pace. Slow, slow, then speeding up with flickering strokes of his tongue. Dipping lower to slide in her folds and sample her sweetness, something that made her cry out and press her forehead to the wall as her body jumped under the sudden sensations.

  Then, finally, there it was. No going back. Nothing stopping this rising crash of pleasure that overtook her and made her shake. A wordless stream of sounds slipped from her mouth. Her eyes had been closed while she concentrated, but now she looked down between her thighs to watch him bring her to orgasm.

  He looked at her in that last moment when even though her eyes were open, she was not quite seeing the real world. She lost herself in his gaze, her hand going gently to his bright hair but not to tug or yank or move him. Her touch was reverent, recognizing this moment between them even as she lost the ability to focus on anything else.

  Ecstasy burst inside her. She cried out again, something more like his name this time. Shuddering, she let the climax rocket through her. Phoenix pressed his lips against her, feeling the ripples of aftershocks. After another moment or so, Willa rolled off him and onto the pillow beside him. She felt light-headed and drained, empty, almost aching in the aftermath of the explosion of desire.

  Now he would roll on top of her, she thought, knowing she would allow it. She wanted it, even, to feel the thickness of his cock inside her still-throbbing cunt. It would be a different kind of pleasure, one she was willing to grant him since he’d been so, so fucking good with his mouth.

  Phoenix did not roll on top of her. He turned his face to look at her. She looked at him. They studied each other in silence, until she propped herself on her elbow to look into his eyes.

  “What do you want?” she asked quietly.

  Phoenix closed his eyes. “I want you to hurt me.”

  * * *

  She was like something out of a dream...or one of those movies he looked up on the internet when the night was late and his cock was hard without anyone around to help him relieve it.

  Phoenix could not ever recall being the target of such a seduction. Women liked him. Men, too. He’d never had any trouble getting laid, and he’d never had to nudge anyone toward it.

  “Please,” he added when she made no move toward him. He could still taste her and swept his lower lip with his tongue to get every drop of her flavor. His cock was still so hard it cast a shadow. A silver string of precome had left a puddle on his belly.

  Willa sat up. “That’s what you want? Really?”

  “Yes.” He wanted to touch himself. He could come within a minute or so, the way he felt right now, but he wanted something more than an orgasm at the moment.

  She straddled his hips in a second. The flash of her hand cracked across his face, rocking his head. Fuck, yes, that was it. The bright flare of pain sent an answering shock of pleasure straight to the base of his cock. Something deep inside him pulsed and throbbed. She smacked him again, then grabbed his chin to force him to look at her.

  “You want that?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  Her gaze never leaving his, her lips pressed together, Willa dug her knuckles into his sides. Harder. Harder. She ground them between his ribs until he bucked and writhed and gasped out a plea; it was not for her stop, but she did. He hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes, but now he opened them.

  She was looking at him with something like wonder.

  “This,” she breathed, raking her nails over his belly and his thighs so that her fingers slipped between his legs and she dug her nails into the soft skin there.

  He arched, groaning. “Yes, yes, yes...”

  She began to work him, then. Pinching fingers. Scratching nails. When she bent to take a mouthful of his flesh between her teeth and bite