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His words and hands had just the right effect on her, and she did his bidding, calling out his name as she came with a violent shudder as the ecstasy flowed through her body. She rested her head on his shoulder, her breaths calming.
“My turn,” he said lightly. “Get onto your hands and knees. I want to look at your ass when I come.”
Although she was tired and sated, her body still responded to him taking control, and her skin prickled with goose bumps. She rolled off of him and onto her knees.
“There’s that perfect ass,” he said, giving her slight smack.
Leila moaned and her clit pulsed. She couldn’t believe that she was so turned on and wanted him again so soon after just having orgasmed.
Graham wasted no time and lunged into her. He was not gentle as he grabbed her hips and pushed into her repeatedly.
“You’re going to come again for me,” he stated confidently.
Shocked that she was ready again so soon, she yelled, “Yes!”
Graham reached under her, found her clit, and applied just the right amount of pressure, rubbing and pinching her. Leila’s hips shuddered as her second orgasm of the morning started to climb and build.
Roughly, he grabbed onto her hips, pushed as deep as he could into her, and shuddered when his orgasm flooded into her. He gave her ass another smack, pushing her over the precipice of her own climax, and she fell, her whole body shaking with satisfaction.
A short while later, she found herself wrapped in his arms, happier than she’d ever been.
Graham kissed the top of her head. “Now, that is how the morning after should be.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
“I’m only teasing.” He pulled her up so they were both on their sides, facing each other. He pushed a stray hair behind her ear and kissed the tip of her nose. “When I allowed you and Grace into my club, I broke every rule I have….”
“I…thank you but—”
He placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. “Shh, let me finish. I want to say it was the best decision I ever made.”
She smiled at him and started to open her mouth.
“Still not finished.”
She closed her mouth.
“Now, as I was saying. I thought allowing you into the club was going to be for the one night, but when I saw you sitting there watching the couple on the dance floor, with your cheeks flushed with desire—”
“You saw me watching them?” Her cheeks grew hot, and she was sure red, as she remembered her reaction from watching that couple.
Graham laughed and kissed her. “God, you really are perfect. I knew then what I know now: I had to have you. I’ve seen a lot of beautiful women come into this club, but never, not once, have I had such a primal reaction to anyone. You are a natural-born sub, and I want to train you. Do you want that?”
“Yes!”
“But there’s more.”
She held her breath.
“After these last two nights, I realize that just being your Dom isn’t going to be enough. I have to make you mine. I want you, Leila, and not just for one night.”
Did she just hear him right? He wanted her? Tears prickled at her eyes and threatened to fall.
He stroked her cheek. “Are you okay? Did I upset you?”
She shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “I feel the same way.”
He let out a long breath and pulled her to him. “Thank goodness, little one, because I don’t know what I would have done if you’d said no.”
She smiled into his chest, elated. She couldn’t believe this gorgeous male specimen wanted her and not just for one night. This was all too good to be true. It was surreal, and she almost wanted to pinch herself. She couldn’t wait to call Grace and tell her.
“Leila,” he said seriously, bringing her attention back to the present. She shifted so she could look directly at him. “I want you to fully understand what this means.”
She nodded, waiting for him to continue.
“I’m not going to hide you away in my office. When you’re ready, I want to go down into the club. I want you to experience all the club has to offer.”
A thrill coursed through her at the thought of all the incredible things she would experience downstairs, with full access to every part of the club. With Graham as her guide, she knew she was in for a world of pleasure. She smiled and threw her arms around him. “I want that too.”
“And,” he said, rolling her over onto her back and hovering above her. “I want you outside the club. Do you think you’ll be able to handle me?”
Catching him off guard, she grasped his shoulders and rolled him so now she was on top of him. “Oh, I think I’ll be able to handle you.”
His smile was devilish as he reached between her legs. She moaned when his fingers slid between her folds, wet and swollen with want for him. “Why, I do believe you can handle me. But now I’m wondering if I can handle you.”
Then she kissed him, knowing that she had found her perfect match in every way.
The End
Author Bio
Jo has been writing for as long as she can remember. In High School, she'd write funny, sexy stories with her friends as the main characters. She'd then leave the stories, untitled and unsigned, on their desks in hope of making them laugh so hard, they'd get into trouble. After publishing in other genres, she's back to her sexy stories. She currently lives in the Chicagoland area with her husband and son.