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  He would roll over and touch her. If he didn’t demand his satisfaction with words, it would begin with the insistence of his hands. A kiss. He would slide his fingers between her legs, inside her, to see if she was ready there for his dick.

  Eric did none of these things. When she eventually roused herself to crack open her eyes and roll onto her side to push up on her elbow and look at him, he was looking at her. Smiling. She took a glance at his cock. It wasn’t hard now, but a small gleam of wetness dotted his belly, proof of his arousal.

  “How did I taste?

  “Amazing,” Eric said. “I could have you for every meal for the rest of my life.”

  Madeline snorted soft laughter and sat up, cross-legged, facing him. “What an offer.”

  Eric shifted to shove the pillows beneath his head, propping himself upward. He reached for her hand to link their fingers. She waited for him to put it on his cock. To urge her to reciprocate.

  “Was it good?” He squeezed her fingers and let them rest on his chest.

  “Yes.”

  “Good,” he said.

  “I asked to hurt you,” Madeline said with some surprise, “but I didn’t.”

  Eric grinned. “There’s still time.”

  She moved to curl up next to him with her head on his chest. One hand on his belly, she toyed with the dark, curling hairs leading to the thicker patch surrounding his cock. When she moved it lower to brush the head of his cock with the back of her hand, he sighed.

  Once, Madeline had owned an entire cabinet full of tools. She’d thrown most of them away and left the rest behind when she moved from Tokyo. It had felt wrong to use them with someone else, and since then, she’d satisfied herself with using cheap toys or household items or the implements her infrequent lovers had brought to their play.

  All she had left was the expensive leather flogger she’d had custom-made for herself, expertly weighted to her hand and shaped to her grip. She’d put it in a drawer, a cabinet, a case beneath her bed or high on a shelf in every house she’d lived in since. Here in this cozy Dayton, Ohio house, the first she’d owned in years that truly felt like home, the flogger remained in its case tucked beneath some heavy winter sweaters in a trunk at the foot of her bed.

  She had wanted to hurt him, but now didn’t feel like the right time. “There’s no rush.”

  The small noise that slipped from his throat sounded like disappointment, and she twisted to look up at him. He’d closed his eyes. He was smiling.

  Ten

  Eagerness had filled him at Madeline’s request to hurt him, but Eric had to admit that he wasn’t entirely upset that she wasn’t doing it. He’d always liked pain, but he still had to get himself ready for it. For now, he was all right with simply resting here next to her in the aftermath of her orgasm.

  “Eric.”

  “Yes,” he said at once.

  “What happened after you hired yourself a domina?”

  He shifted to turn over so he could face her. They shared the pillow. He let his fingers slide through the long dark strands of her hair, falling over her shoulders and breasts.

  “It was strictly a professional relationship. We did make plans to meet in person, but she never showed up,” he said. The memory didn’t sting any more, but it had for a long time.

  “Oh.”

  “She sent a note,” he told her. “Which made sense, since all of it, everything she’d ordered me to do, had been done through notes and messages. The note told me that she was releasing me from her service, I mean, such as it was, since I’d paid for it. Is it a breakup letter if you’re not breaking up because you were never together in the first place?” He twirled her hair around his finger and tugged gently, nowhere near hard enough to hurt her, but her face moved toward his.

  Madeline frowned, and her brow furrowed. “I think…yes. You can absolutely break up with someone with whom you’ve not considered yourself to be in a relationship. So many times we pretend that what we are doing is not a relationship simply because we don’t label it. Not giving it a name might devalue it, certainly, but it can’t take away the truth of it being something, even something we don’t want it to be.”

  “I’m not sure I wanted it to be something with her. Hell,” he laughed suddenly, having never thought of it it before, “she might not have been a she, at all. I never met her in person.”

  “Did she provide you with something you needed, at the very least?” Madeline pressed her knee between his thighs and moved closer to him. Belly to belly. Her soft skin got him hard.

  Eric nodded, thinking of kissing her but not sure he should assume the privilege. “Yeah. It was a kind of messed up time for me. I was sort of seeing a woman while all of that was going on, and it wasn’t something I could tell her about. We’d just met, she lived in my apartment building, and it didn’t feel like I could tell her about this weird, kinky sex thing I was doing when she and I had barely gotten started.”

  “How long did you see her?”

  “Not long. A few months,” he said. “Her name was Paige.”

  “What happened?” Her fingers traced the line of his jaw.

  “Not sure. It kind of just...fizzled. She got back together with her ex, I think. We never really talked about it, and she moved out and we lost touch.”

  Madeline pursed her lips. She drew a line down the center of his chin. Then from his forehead down to the tip of his nose. She tapped her fingers last on his lips and let them rest there until he parted them and she slipped the tip of her thumb inside for just a moment.

  “I’m going to suck your cock,” she murmured.

  A groan twisted out of him. His cock twitched. “Fffffuck.”

  “I’m going to bring you to the edge,” she told him. “Perhaps more than once.”

  “Oh, God.”

  Madeline sat up and grinned at him. Her dark eyes sparkled with a wicked glee that sent shivers of anticipation all through him. She moved slowly down his body, keeping her gaze on his, and hovered her mouth over his thickening cock.

  Eric tensed, but she used only the tip of her tongue to tease the head. When he pushed upward with his hips, she shook her head with a frown and gripped his thighs to keep him still. A moment later, she bent and took his entire length in her mouth until his cockhead nudged the back of her throat.

  “Oh, fuck, oh…God. Yes!” The shout burst from him before he could stop it.

  She had him on the edge in a minute, and he strained toward his climax even as he clenched his fists into the sheets, praying she would do as she’d promised and edge him without letting him come. The heat of her mouth left him. He gasped out a protest, a plea, a prayer, a promise.

  Her hand moved slowly on his shaft for a few lingering seconds. The sudden digging pinch on the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh startled him into another low shout, but the pain also pushed the pleasure all the way from his balls and up his shaft until it centered in the head of his dick. He didn’t come, only because Madeline had gripped him hard just below his cockhead.

  “Spread your legs,” she said, and when he did, she pinched the inside of his other thigh harder than she had the first.

  His asshole clenched. His cock got rock hard. A surge of precome overflowed the head, providing no release. Only tension and rising desire and wild, helpless ecstasy.

  Madeline went down on him again. Her tongue swirled as her mouth engulfed his length. One hand on his dick, stroking in time to her sucking, she used the other to pinch him over and over again in a line all up the inside of his thigh. The back of her hand brushed his balls; he tensed, terrified she would pinch him there and not ready for the agony of that, but instead she drifted a finger down the smoothness between his balls and asshole. She pressed the magic spot there, and he almost came again and did not because she stopped licking and sucking and stroking and went very, very still.

  Eric wanted to shout out but managed no more than a guttural cry. He pulsed against her fingers from the inside. Another surge o