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  Sean climbed the stairs to the second storey and the office he and Elias shared. He collapsed on the couch and closed his eyes. He’d pamper Roxy and show her just how much he cared about her—after some sleep.

  * * * *

  Sean stretched out on his couch and stared at the ceiling. Sleeping on the couch in the office hadn’t worked, not when he’d still been able to smell the sweet scent of Roxy in the room. He drove himself home and collapsed on the couch in the living room. Slumber came and went, but he didn’t bother to move until mid-afternoon.

  Twenty-four hours earlier, he’d found the love of his life. Granted she’d been right under his nose the whole time, but at least he knew. He glanced at the clock. The restaurant closed in an hour. He’d picked up flowers for her and arranged the living room for a midnight picnic. Not the greatest idea for a date, but whatever worked. His heart raced and he palmed his cock. In less than an hour he’d see her and get to hold her again. He couldn’t wait.

  He imagined her on his lap again and relived the night before. The next time they played, he wanted to go all out. Chocolate, honey, whipped cream…and handcuffs. He’d been out of practice for too long, despite his jaunts to Push. He craved her submission and the smile she wore when she slipped into subspace.

  Yeah, he loved her.

  Sean sat up and raked his fingers through his hair. Time to tell her how he felt. He drove across town then parked at the back door of the restaurant. Flowers in hand, he strolled into the kitchen. One of the other servers, Alice, a skinny brunette with a full chest and a bright smile, wandered past him. Her shoulders bobbed and she didn’t bother to look at him, but kept singing a song he didn’t know.

  He shrugged and made his way through the kitchen to the downstairs office. The door swung open and yet another server bounded out of the room. “That’s it, Elias. I’m done.” She whipped her apron at him. “Done.”

  Sean stepped back out of the line of fire, then poked his head into the office. “Rough day?”

  Elias pinched the bridge of his nose. “Two servers quit and one threw up an hour ago. Yeah, it’s great. Can you help bus tables?” He stood and grabbed a smock from the coat hook. “I can use all the help I can get.”

  “Sure.” Sean placed the flowers on the desk. When he left the kitchen, he snagged a bus tub. “Who quit?”

  “Couple of the newer girls.” Elias stopped at the first table and hefted filthy dishes into the tub. “Roxy’s had a rough night, too. Been a champ and hasn’t complained.”

  Sean passed her in the main banquet room and grinned. Her hair had escaped the clip and stuck out at odd angles. Her makeup was smeared under her eyes and her smile dimmed when she saw him.

  “Hey.” He followed her back to the kitchen. “Rox.”

  She stopped and sighed. “You picked a great night to ask me out, didn’t you?” She smoothed a flyaway lock of hair behind her ear. “Not the sexiest hook-up, is it?”

  Hell, she looked sexy in every way. He twined their fingers, then led her to the office.

  “It’s a bit early for a quickie. Won’t Elias get upset if we screw around on his paperwork?” She giggled, then rested her head on his shoulder. “Or is it yours?”

  “My paperwork, babe.” He handed her the flowers. “For you. I thought I’d be able to whisk you out of here early. Guess I was wrong.” He wrapped an arm around her. “I had a hot night planned, but I’ve got a better idea.”

  “Yeah?” She sniffed the roses. “These are beautiful.”

  “Anything for you.” He kissed her temple. “Even a nap later.”

  “I might take you up on that.” She stood on her tiptoes then kissed him on the lips. “Then I’ll have you smack my ass and drench me in chocolate.” She wriggled her brows before leaving him alone in the office.

  Sean watched her leave and gawked at her ass. Well, hot damn.

  Chapter Four

  Two hours after he’d arrived at Delight Tonight, Sean led Roxy back to his house. She dropped her bag inside the door and sagged in his arms. “This is your house?”

  He shrugged and kissed the back of her head. “It’s where I live.”

  “This is a mansion.” She pulled away from him and waved her hand. “Well, a mini one, but wow.” She wandered through his living room and trailed her fingers over the leather sofa and stained glass lamp, then stopped in front of the painting of dogs. “The only art I have is a concert poster from a band I saw in college. This is so cool.”

  He liked seeing her in his home. She offered the feminine touch he longed for, and a hot one to boot.

  “Are they your dogs?” Her shoulders sagged and she sighed. She could hide her fatigue at the restaurant, but he knew better. He stood beside her and touched the painting.

  “They were. Pug, my pug, had cancer. Toot, the mutt named because she had a bad case of gas, died of old age, and Cap, my greyhound, ran out in traffic.” He cleared his throat. Other than Elias, no one knew about his dogs and he missed them. “Sorry.”

  “Why?” She threaded her arms around his. “I keep discovering sweet things about you. It’s sexy.”

  “Yeah?” Sean swept her off her feet then carried her to his bedroom. Roxy whimpered and clutched him tight. “Afraid I’ll drop you?” He placed her on his bed. “You’re tired. Our date can wait until the morning.”

  “I’m sorry.” She sighed and closed her eyes. “The night wore me out. It’s crazy. I shouldn’t be this tired.”

  “Sleep, babe. We had a full house and three servers doing the work of six. You deserve a nap.” Sean stretched out beside Roxy. She completed him in every way. She responded to his touch like no other and she accepted his kink. He couldn’t imagine being without her, even after just a few hours together. But things couldn’t go so easily. They never did for him. In one way or another, she’d realise she wanted more than him. She’d leave, just like the others.

  He stroked her hair and listened to the cadence of her sleeping breaths. He wanted to leave her. To walk away and never look back. They’d played just once and he’d got what he wanted. But something about her pulled him back. He wanted her for more than a play thing. He wanted forever.

  “Love you, Roxy.”

  Sean pulled the blanket over her body then strode across the room. No more thinking about the past. Time to embrace the future. In the morning, they’d talk—then they’d play.

  He dug through the bag of toys he’d purchased earlier in the day and arranged them on the dresser. He’d show her the time of her life.

  * * * *

  Roxy flopped onto her back and snuggled against the warm object at her side. Warm? She slapped at the thing beside her before opening her eyes.

  “Good morning to you, too.” Sean reclined on his side, one arm tucked under his head. “Feel better?”

  “Yeah.” She glanced down at her outfit. Still dressed. “How long have I been out?”

  “All night.” He smiled. “You fell asleep on me.”

  Great job, Roxy. She gritted her teeth. “I’m sorry.”

  “Why? You were tired.” He shrugged. “Having you beside me wasn’t a hardship. I like spending time with you, sweetheart.”

  Realisation washed over her. She had spent the night with him. He’d been what she wanted. A gentleman. Her feelings for him grew. So did her desire. “I believe last night you mentioned something about playing.” She spotted the St Andrew’s cross in the corner and lust pooled low in her belly. “Something about honey and chocolate? And maybe the cross? We can create our own little Push, right here.”

  “Yes, babe.”

  She scooted across the bed and met him for a kiss. Sean took over the connection and rolled her onto her back. His tongue tangled with hers and he rubbed his burgeoning erection against her upper thigh.

  “I want to tie you up and spank your ass.” He palmed her breast. “Then cover you in honey and chocolate to soothe the pain.” Sean tweaked her nipple. “Honey, dribbling from here.” Another tweak. “Ready a
nd waiting for me to lick you clean.”

  Roxy panted and nodded. “Yes.”

  “Tell me your safe word. We don’t play until you tell me.” The possession in his eyes resonated in his voice.

  “Corsica, Sir.” She loved this kind of interplay and craved his dominance.

  “Very good, pet. Disrobe for me. Slow.” He rested on his elbow and crossed his ankles. “Show me all your secrets.”

  Roxy stood, then eased her shirt up over her head. Her hair slipped free from the clip and tickled her shoulders. She focused on Sean, then folded the shirt and placed it at her feet. Her work jeans ended up in a pile on the floor. She turned around, showing him her ass, and folded the denim. When she glanced over her shoulder, he grinned.

  “More.” He waved his finger. “Everything.”

  She licked her lips, then hooked her thumbs under the straps of her bra. The clasp popped free, allowing the cups to slide away from her breasts. A rush of cooler air spread over her chest and her nipples responded in kind. She gasped, letting the lingerie land in a heap. Most Doms expected their playmate to abide by certain directions, like tidiness. What would he do if she ignored the mandates?

  “You didn’t fold it. Or don’t you want to play by the unspoken rules?” He glanced down at the bra. “Should I punish you?”

  A frisson of excitement rang through her. “Do what you see fit, Sir.” She slid one hand down her belly to the elastic of her panties, then tugged. The cotton eased down her hips and landed on the floor, giving him a view of her body. She bowed her head and clasped her hands behind her back.

  Sean stood, then crossed the room and circled her. He touched her ass, swatting her skin, then tweaked her nipple. “Tell me your limits.”

  “Sir?” She kept her gaze on the floor. “No wax, blood, needles, bruises, choking. I trust you to know when to push and when to hold back.”

  “Good, pet.” He tipped her jaw to look her in the eye. “I want you to be happy and enjoy our play. Use your safe word and we’ll stop, then return to that play later. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She spread her feet. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Sexy.” Sean disappeared from her line of sight, but she heard his footsteps on the floor. Something clinked. She wanted to look at what he held, but didn’t dare.

  “This,” he said, holding a thick leather collar before her, “is just for play right now. I like my subs in the bedroom, but I don’t expect you to be one everywhere. Do you accept?” He’d ditched his sleep pants and his cock pointed to her. The veins stuck out and the blunt head jabbed into her belly.

  “Yes, Sir.” When he clicked the buckle in place at her throat, her nerves calmed. She closed her eyes a moment and breathed. Heat flowed through her veins and her skin prickled. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Now about that punishment.” Sean clipped a leash onto the D-ring of the collar. “Come.” He tugged the leash then led her across the room to the cross. “Turn.”

  When she faced away from him, he secured her wrists in the cuffs. “Feels good?” He left her feet free. “Talk to me.”

  “Wonderful, Sir.” She measured her breaths and braced herself for whatever he planned to do with her.

  “I believe I owe you punishment.” More footsteps behind her. Something cracked, then something cool touched her ass. “This,” he said, “will sting. How many spanks?”

  “Five, Sir.” She’d guessed high, but didn’t care.

  “Good choice.” He brought the item down on her bottom, hard. She gulped and her mind raced. A studded paddle? Nice. She wanted to look at the instrument of pain, but didn’t dare. Another swat kissed her ass. Her skin burned and the pain morphed into pleasure in an instant. Her pussy creamed and she wriggled to stick her butt out more for his touch.

  “Greedy, aren’t you?” He smacked her twice more, then walked behind the cross. “Hold.” He placed the handle of the paddle between her teeth, then disappeared from her vision. She listened for his every move. Something clicked. Anticipation filled her brain. What would he do next?

  “I owe you one more spanking, don’t I?” He kissed her shoulder and took the paddle from her teeth. “Answer me.”

  “Yes, Sir. May I have another? Plus another for being bad and not counting the spankings?”

  “My pet.” He twisted her hair around his hand, then added two more spankings.

  Her bottom ached in the delicious pain. She suppressed a moan. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Now to cool you down.”

  Chill swept over her fevered skin. She jumped at the switch in temperature. The cuffs clinked again and held her fast.

  “Taste.” Sean smeared the white cream over her lips. “Whipped cream for my pet.”

  She sucked on his fingers before letting him go.

  “Damn, pet.” He ground his crotch into her ass. “Tease.” He swatted her with his bare hand, then rubbed more whipped cream on her skin. Sean knelt behind her and spread her ass cheeks wide. “Wet for me, too.” He buried his face in her cunt lips, swirling his tongue through the cream and her liquid excitement. “So good.”

  Roxy gripped the arms of the cross and whimpered. He knew the right amount of licking to add to the spankings to make her mind blur. Flutters started in her belly. Too fucking early, but hell. She writhed on his tongue.

  “No, pet.” He kissed the inside of her thigh. “Not until I give you permission.”

  Sean unfastened the cuffs at her wrists, then turned her around. He reattached her to the cross, this time using the ankle cuffs as well.

  Roxy panted and licked the last remnants of the cream from her lips. Sean stood across from her. Seeing him totally in control knocked her lust for a loop. He dropped the crop on the floor at her feet then picked up a bottle of lube and a vibrator.

  “I want to see you come apart for me.” He tapped her lips with the toy. “Get it nice and wet.”

  Roxy curled her tongue around the toy, coating it with her saliva. She would’ve preferred to suck his cock, but since he hadn’t offered yet, she kept quiet.

  Sean dribbled lube on his fingers, then caressed her labia. She bit down on the toy to keep from crying out. The lube warmed her delicate skin and gave him easier passage into her vagina. He pumped two fingers in her, then left her bereft.

  “You please me, pet.” He took the toy from her mouth and switched it on. He touched her breasts, then dragged the vibe down her belly to her cunt. “Can you hold this in for me? Show me.”

  Sean eased the dildo into her pussy, then stepped back. She gripped the knobby surface with her inner muscles and focused on him again. A grin lit up his face. He picked up a bottle of chocolate syrup. She shivered. Between the need in her body and the vibrator, she’d never be able to keep from coming.

  “You need some decoration.” He picked up the paddle and tucked it under his arm then popped the top on the bottle. Hunger and desire burned in his eyes. He stalked towards her and the muscles in his jaw clenched.

  Her belly tightened. “Cover me, Sir. Drench me.” Her voice dropped an octave and she whimpered. “Please?”

  The vibrator slipped, rubbing her G-spot. Holy fuck in heaven. When Sean dribbled chocolate over her breasts, she moaned. Her grip on the leather cuff tightened. The chocolate slid down her chest, tickling her skin.

  Sean drew a heart in the sticky brown substance, then offered her his finger. “Taste yourself.”

  She licked his hand, sucking on him as if she were going down on him.

  “Damn, pet.” He smeared his fingers over her lips. “So good.”

  The vibrator slipped more, then plopped on the floor with a whirring thud. He tipped his head. “Bad girl.” He picked up the dildo, switched it off, then turned the paddle over in his hand. “Very bad.”

  “Punish me, Sir.” She rolled her hips. “I need punished.”

  “Yes, you do,” he said and punctuated each word with a swat on her pussy. The tingles in her clit exploded through her body and centred in her c
ore.

  She needed the pain, craved the rush of pleasure afterwards and longed for him. Nothing mattered but Sean and the way he manipulated her body. He spread more chocolate on her skin, then dipped his hand into the whipped cream. White dollops of cream decorated her breasts, chilling her nipples. He knelt before her and feasted on her chest.

  Roxy shuddered and groaned. “Thank you, Sir.” Her legs trembled and her pussy quivered. “Sir.” She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t process all the pleasure bombarding her senses.

  “I need more.” Sean stood and pressed his body to hers. “God, I want inside you.” He unclipped the hooks holding her cuffs in place for her wrists and ankles, then picked up the leash. “Come here.” He led her to the padded bench. A board at the head of the bench featured a row of hooks and two gigantic rings on either end. “Up.”

  Roxy sat in the middle of the padded surface, then lifted her arms above her head.

  “Good girl.” Sean locked her wrist cuffs on the rings, then scooted her down on the bench. He spread her legs wide, then affixed one cuff to the large ring.

  When he locked her other ankle in place, she moaned. Being on display and only for his use turned her on five times over. Her cream slid over the tender skin. Sean waved the bottle of honey, then crooked one of his eyebrows.

  “I’ve imagined you covered in honey so many times.” He drizzled a generous amount of the golden liquid down her inner thigh, then decorated her other thigh in the same way. Just as soon as he’d drenched her, he licked the sweetness from her skin. Each pass came close to her pussy without touching it. He leaned between her legs and kissed her, sharing the honey with her. The sweetness exploded on her tongue. She moaned into his mouth.

  “My pet.” He dragged his tongue down her labia, then turned his attention to her clit. He eased her pussy lips open and dribbled a tiny amount of honey on the tight bundle of nerves. His teeth scraped on the sensitive area, making her cry out. She pulled against the cuffs and curled her toes.

  Sean stood and backed away from her. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked.