Page 106 of Breaking Free

“May I...” she asked urgently.

“Yes. You may come now.”

His command was her most ardent wish. She immediately cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as it claimed the sweet release she so desperately craved.

Tristan had enough self-imposed denial. Forgetting about the rest of his plan—flogging included—with one tug, he untied the quick-release knot securing the crotch rope to her braid. He shifted her trembling body forward so that one cheek, her chest, and both knees rested on the mat and her luscious round ass pointed to the rafters. Kneeling behind her, he freed his cock from his constricting jeans and, with what control he had left, rolled on a mandatory condom before sinking into her.

His head fell back as her wet sheath enveloped him. Then he took the pleasure he’d delayed for far too long, stroking into her repeatedly. It felt too good to end quickly, and he fought toendure, but that wasn’t happening. When he couldn’t hold back any longer, her moans joined his, her muscles squeezing him unbelievably tight, as they found bliss together.

When his brain was processing again, he heard applause and recalled where they were. He ran his hands over her bottom and up her back. Bent over her, he whispered in her ear. “You were perfect, sunshine. Be right back.”

He withdrew, rolled Piper onto her side, then quickly cleaned himself up, discarding the used condom—a necessity but always a nuisance—in the receptacle. After he released Piper from his ropes, someone in the darkness beyond the velvet ropes tossed him a blanket. He wrapped her in it and scooped her up in his arms. Exiting the station, he stopped, seeing Eric staring knowingly at him and Val beaming.

His friend moved close to impart his wisdom, whether Tristan liked it or not. Usually the latter. “You realize how exquisite she is, and how exquisite you are together, don’t you?”

With a clenched jaw, he glared at the matchmaking, mother-hen, master dom, but nodded. Anything else would be a lie.

“Just checking,” Eric replied with a discerning half smile. Then, with his own exquisite match under his arm, they disappeared into the crowd.

THE SUBTLE WHISPERof linen sheets against her skin woke Piper the following morning. As she stretched, the lingering stiffness in her hips and the ache in her thigh muscles, a result of an uncommon amount of kneeling, brought back vivid memories of the previous night.

Everything about it was amazing, from the clamps, the predicament he’d plotted, and how he’d called her sunshine with such affection at the end. The icing on the cake, Tristan had carried her to bed. When he’d climbed in next to her, she’dcuddled up to his big warm body and in seconds was out like a light.

Reaching out to his side of the bed and finding it empty and cold tempered her morning-after giddiness. She had surveillance cameras monitored 24/7 at Rossi headquarters, alarms on all her doors and windows, and the best locks money could buy. Surely all of that would wake him if her psycho stalker tried to break in again. But Tristan was on duty, and he took protecting her seriously. Even if he wanted to sleep, it would be with one eye open.

She smelled coffee brewing and bacon cooking. Waking up next to him and anything that would have followed was preferable to breakfast until her stomach growled.

After taking care of morning necessities, especially brushing her teeth, she slipped on her robe and went to find Tristan. Her bare feet on the floor must have alerted him to her presence because he straightened from the counter he was leaning his forearms on while checking his phone.

She would have liked to admire the view of his broad shoulders, muscular back, and lean waist—all bare above his loose fit jeans— a moment longer, but the view from the front was mighty hard to complain about.

“Good morning,” she said cheerfully.

“Morning. Coffee?”

“Yes, please.”

She watched him load another pod into her machine, fascinated by the rippling play of muscles everywhere.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, leaning his backside against the counter this time as the coffee hissed and burbled into her mug.

“Like a log.” Bending her neck from side to side, she tried to work out the kinks. “I don’t think I moved once. I’m a little stiff.”

“Come here,” he ordered.

She walked over and looked up at him without questioning why.

He rotated one raised finger. “Turn around.”

She did that, too, then moaned in instant bliss when he massaged her shoulders.

“Stretch every day,” he said, as he dug into her sore muscles with his thumbs. “Even then, some poses might cause aches and pains until you get used to them. I should have put you in the jacuzzi tub last night, but you were wiped out when we got home.”

“You have a jacuzzi? Can I try it now? I’ve never been in one, or a hot tub.”

“Aren’t you due on set by eight?”

She glanced at the clock and deflated. It was 6:40. Axyl would be there to take her to the studio in twenty minutes.

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