Page 88 of Breaking Free

His hands encircled her waist and, lifting her again, he set her down on his achingly erect cock. They both moaned at the long, slow glide as he filled her. Then they stilled, savoring the moment of joining. She felt amazing surrounding him, velvety softness and incredible heat, but he simply had to move. He palmed her ass, guiding her as she balanced on her knees. The way she gasped with every thrust, her hips grinding against his, driving him wild, he couldn’t get enough of her.

But, too soon, tension coiled tight in his stomach, signaling his impending release. He slid a hand between them, his thumb finding her clit so he didn’t leave her behind. The sexy whimpers in her throat told him she was close, too. With a final, upward plunge, they both shattered, crying out as they reached their peak together. As they came down from their high and caught their breath, Tristan held her close. He pressed a gentle kiss toher forehead, feeling a rush of emotion he wasn’t prepared to admit. Neither was he ready to push her away.

“I was thinking,” he said, as he devised a plan to keep her close and also solve her little problem.

“Uh-oh,” she teased.

“Smart-ass.” He gave the aforementioned part of her anatomy a teasing swat and returned to his idea. “I believe I can help you desensitize.”

“What does that mean?”

“When you confront your fears directly and repeatedly, they lose their power and decrease your anxiety.”

“How?”

“More scenes in the playroom. Before long, you won’t notice the audience unless you find you’re into being watched.”

She let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a skeptical grunt and then muttered, “Doubtful.”

“You’d be surprised how many people feed off voyeuristic energy.”

“You’ll be with me?”

“How did you put it before?” he mused aloud. “Ah yes, how many doms do you know?”

“Let’s see. There’s Axyl and Christian—”

Her list of names abruptly ended when his fingers flexed on her behind. “Starting a competition among your bodyguards is a bad idea. Doing so when your hands are still tied and mine aren’t is worse.”

She quickly changed the subject. “I think desensitization is an excellent idea. When do we begin?”

“Mm,” he grunted, appeased somewhat by her use ofwe.

“When is your love scene with Dirk?” He couldn’t hide his aversion. His name alone rankled him.

“On Thursday, possibly sooner. They change up the schedule at the drop of a hat sometimes.”

“Unfortunately, that doesn’t give us much time. We’re closed on Sundays, and Mondays are reserved for swingers and group activities.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Don’t judge. Different strokes, remember?”

“But... I wasn’t! I wouldn’t...ever!” She ended her stammered response with pink cheeks and a whispered, “I was just surprised, is all. Sorry.”

“That’s okay, since it’s just me. But you’ll need to be more careful at the club. That leaves Tuesday. It’s one of the slower nights, but I have a demo scheduled, and they always bring in a crowd. It will ease you into Wednesday.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask, but what happens on Wednesday?”

“No panties, under a spotlight. That will be perfect.”

“For who?”

He gave her another swat, adding a little more zing, enough for her to sit up. “I thought you were just Tristan here.”

“I am, except when it comes to the bedroom.” He glanced down the hall to where their first passionate encounter had started and ended up. “And the wall, counter, and couch.” He looked up at her as he disclosed more of his plans. “Perhaps the balcony, with you bent over the railing.”

“You’re Master Tristan in my entire condo, then. And yours most likely.”

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