Breathing heavily after coming, he hauled her up to stand, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her body close to his.

He kissed her slowly. Tasting himself layered over her sweetness. Loved that.

“Thank you, Tegan. Dinner is ready. Shall we eat? Afterward, I have some gelato, I thought I might eat it off your ni**les while you used the vibrator on your pu**y.”

Smiling, he watched the way her pupils widened, her breath sped, knowing she liked the suggestion as much as he did.

He pulled out her chair and she sat, thanking him.

“I thought some salmon would be nice. A guy from work just got back from Alaska and this is fresh.” He put some on her plate and the rest on his. “Nothing fancy on it, just some butter and garlic. Rice to go with and some spinach and cucumber and dill.”

He realized, as he watched her eat, as they spoke and laughed, he’d finally found just exactly what he’d dreamed of. Tegan was his equal. She pushed back when he pushed too far. Sexy, intelligent, funny, tough and sweet, she was the woman he’d been afraid to hope existed and there she was, laughing at his jokes and stealing food off his plate.

He kissed her knuckles and she leaned in, resting her head on his shoulder just a moment.

“I love that soap. I feel like a gingerbread wolf.” Her smile was shy. He brushed his thumb down her jaw.

“I like taking care of you. I have others for different days. You do smell good enough to eat. But you always do.”

She blushed. “I…it feels good to be cherished like this.”

“I love you, Tegan.” He said it and meant it. No fear, no hesitation.

“I love you too. I’m sorry the bond was sprung on you, but I’m not sorry I found you. This feels meant to be.”

“Well, after the initial shock, I agree with you. You were meant to be with me. I’m meant to be yours. You need me to keep you from getting yourself shot.” He winked and she rolled her eyes.

They cleared up the dishes and he turned back to her. “I’ll bring the gelato. Go and wait for me in the bedroom. Take the robe off and lay on the bed.”

She swallowed hard and nodded. He watched her sway out of the room on those f**k-me-heels with a smile.

“Oh and leave the shoes on.”

He heard her laugh as she walked down the hall.

She heard him coming, the clink of spoons on the glass of the bowl, the brush of denim from his jeans. Scented the pistachio gelato and his elemental being as he approached.

It was hard to lay still as he stood in the doorway and looked at her with a small smile. His eyes took in every detail from the pointed toe of the heels to the top of her head. She felt his gaze like a physical caress.

She waited while he put the bowls of gelato down and rustled around the room. She knew how he worked so she wasn’t surprised when all the things he’d need where waiting in the drawer next to the bed.

Patience, hard won, settled in as she began to fall away from herself.

“Arms above your head. Let’s see how sturdy this bed is. I’d planned on making you f**k yourself with the vibe but I’ve changed my mind. Good thing I’m the Dom and I get to make the decisions.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Good thing.”

He cuffed her wrists to the bed, making sure the leather wasn’t too tight but had a nice hold. Confining with wide straps that pressed into her skin but not in a painful way.

As a reminder.

Each movement he made eased her deeper into subspace. She’d never gone into it as deeply and quickly as she had with him. He connected with everything she needed on a subconscious level as well as a physical one. Like a key in a lock.

Her breathing slowed and deepened as he put the blindfold on. Suddenly, with the loss of her vision, her skin surged to life, feeling everything tenfold.

“Open your mouth.”

She did, trusting him totally.

Cold and sweet, the pistachio gelato played against her tongue as he gave her a small taste. She licked the spoon, loving the way he hummed appreciatively at the gesture.

He straddled her, his jeans still on, feeding her small bites of chocolate and pistachio.

When he scooted down her body and closed his lips over one of her ni**les she squealed at the cold touch of his tongue.

Not nearly as cold as the back of the spoon and then the drizzle of melting gelato.

She writhed against the erotic delight of the sensation of his tongue contrasted by the liquid and the metal of the spoon.

Need built up in her muscles as they trembled. She arched into his mouth, against his teeth as she squeezed her thighs together to get some relief from that want but it wasn’t enough.

Only he would be enough and she knew he’d give her what she needed when he decided she needed it.

A cold, wet trail dripped down her stomach and she only barely held back a sigh of relief. Yes, down, keep going!

He left her panties on, snapping the thong against her hip bone with his teeth.

Warmth a brief moment as he breathed over her pu**y through the material and then dribble and lick, dribble and lick as he moved down her leg and then back up the other one.

“What should I do next?” he murmured.

“Make me come?” she asked hopefully.

“Well that could be an idea, yes.”

He pressed his tongue against her clit through her panties but she was so wet and so swollen it didn’t matter. A deep moan broke from her lips as pleasure shot from her clit to her ni**les, rippling outward to her fingertips and her toes.

The edge of cool metal slid between her hip and the panties and she felt the release of the thong on one side and then the other as he must have used scissors to cut them.