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  Holy fuck. This man was perfection. Sculpted muscles everywhere. He hadn’t lost the swimmer’s build he’d had as a teen, but now he was broader, more solid, more honed. I wasn’t the only one with new tats. He was covered in them. Greek symbols strategically mixed with tribal designs from the indigenous cultures of the South Pacific.

  I wanted to reach out and trace each one, but I remembered I wasn’t allowed to touch him unless he gave me permission. In a scene, he had absolute control.

  “You can touch me.” He picked up my arm and set my palm against his chest.

  The feel of him under my fingertips had arousal shooting through my entire body. Like the sweetest of aphrodisiacs designed to entice and lure.

  My nipples tightened to stiff, hard peaks, and my core flooded with need.

  I tried to steady my breath as I slid my hands over his arms, chest, and down his stomach. This was definitely the body of a man who kept in shape. His muscles bunched and flexed with each pass of my fingers.

  As I trailed over his chiseled abs, Pierce stopped my movement.

  “My turn.” His words were gruff, laced with desire.

  He cupped my breasts, circling the tips with his thumbs before pinching the hard nipples in an almost too-painful grip.

  “Yes,” I cried out, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. God, how I loved this. The bite that sent me to a place I hadn’t visited in over a decade.

  He released his hold, sending a rush of feeling back into my sensitive breasts and making my body sway.

  Steadying me, he said, “We’re going to have to establish some rules.”

  He took one step back as if to put a little distance between us.

  “Rules,” I murmured. “We have rules?”

  “Yes. When we last played, we were two idiots with too many hormones to understand the edge of danger we played on. You liked pain, and I loved administering it. You would let me push you to places you probably weren’t ready to explore. I know more, and we will never skate the line again.”

  His tone changed, snapping me out of my haze.

  “What rules do you want to establish? I’m not as naive as you believe. I’ve been going to clubs for years. Just because I’ve never played with anyone doesn’t mean I don’t understand.”

  I’d learned about the rules of safe, sane, and consensual during those first few visits to the clubs in Spain.

  “Then what is your safeword?”

  I thought for a few moments, and then said, “Olympics.”

  “Appropriate since it was the Olympics that ended our relationship.”

  I wanted to argue that point but held it in.

  “Hard limits.”

  “No sharing or public scenes, no knives, blood, or body modification.”

  “Good thing I’m not into any of that. Anything else?”

  “I don’t know. You’re the only one I’ve been with like this.”

  He touched me again, the heat of his hands like a brand against my ribcage. “And the only one you’ll be with ever again.”

  “Pierce,” I all but moaned.

  We weren’t going to get pregnant or have the marriage he seemed to think was a sure thing. But instead of correcting his assumption, I kept my thoughts to myself.

  “Now we begin.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Amelia

  * * *

  “You’re mine.” He pulled me toward him.

  He kissed the juncture between my neck and shoulder, then licked the spot before biting down, not too hard but enough to leave a sting.

  I arched against him, wanting so much more.

  “I own you. Mind, body, and soul.”

  He rubbed his stubble along my throat.

  “I will bind you, paddle you, fuck you, make you beg for more.”

  My pussy spasmed and I whimpered, “Oh God, yes.”

  “When we’re not together, you’ll think about my hands, my mouth, my cock and all the wicked things I do to you and you beg me to do.”

  His arms came up around my back, drawing me closer to him as he licked up my jaw and then sucked my lower lip into his mouth.

  “You will never be able to leave me again.”

  His mouth covered mine.

  God, he tasted like heaven. There was a bit of whiskey mixed with his natural essence. I gripped the back of his head, meeting each of his demands with my own.

  The press of his hard, thick, denim-covered cock against my naked stomach had my arousal soaking my cleft and dampening my thighs.

  Slowly, he broke the mind-blowing kiss.

  I wanted to protest, but the heated look in his blue depths had me keeping quiet.

  “No matter what I do, don’t move a muscle. Am I clear?”

  I nodded.

  Here we go.

  “Am I clear?” he repeated in a harder tone.

  “Yes, Pierce.”

  “Good.”

  He crouched down, aligning his face with my bellybutton but keeping his eyes locked with mine. There was a calculating gleam there, reminding me of the boy I’d fallen for when we were barely out of puberty.

  “Remember what I said. Don’t move. Hands down by your sides, no shifting, no movement.”

  “Yes, Pierce.” I was in so much trouble. Whatever he planned, there was no doubt I’d break his orders.

  Deep inside, he wanted to punish me, make me regret leaving him, taking our son from him, and most of all breaking our hearts. His calm, controlled demeanor couldn’t hide what I knew was bubbling underneath.

  His focus shifted to my C-section scar. He traced the thin, puckered line with his index finger. Then, he followed the faint stretch marks that hadn’t faded, no matter the high-end miracle cream I used.

  He shifted lower to my damp cleft. There was no hiding my arousal. Licking his lips, he pressed his nose against my mound, inhaling my scent.

  I almost cried out but remembered his words to stay still.

  “God, you smell incredible. Your scent has haunted me for so many years.”

  His tongue darted out, tickling my engorged clit. I shifted and immediately felt the sharp sting of a palm against my ass.

  “Fuck.” I hissed and moaned, wanting more of the pleasure-filled pain. The sting heated my body in a way I hadn’t felt since I was barely eighteen.

  “Stay still.” He smiled against my folds a second before sucking my sensitive nub deep into his mouth. He flicked and circled, sending waves of delicious delight into my quickening core.

  My limbs trembled as the onslaught grew more demanding. Pierce dug his fingers into my ass as he devoured my pussy. He plunged his tongue deep into my soaked channel, and I lost all ability to maintain my hold on anything but the euphoria shooting through me. My fingers clutched his hair and my back bowed.

  “Pierce. Oh God, Pierce,” I cried and moaned as my orgasm overtook every thought in my mind.

  By the time I came down, I was limp and covered in sweat. My breath was ragged as my heart drummed a rapid beat into my ears.

  “Tsk, tsk.” He hummed. “You didn’t follow the directions I gave. You have to know there are consequences.”

  His words snapped me out of my haze, and I quickly realized I was straddling Pierce’s lap with my head against his chest and his hard, thick length a brand under my bottom. My arousal cooled between my legs and soaked the front of his pants.

  How the fuck had I gotten here? And if one orgasm had me losing all sense of place and time, what the hell would happen when the games began?

  I lifted my face to look up at him. There was a smirk on his lips, telling me I’d given him exactly what he wanted.

  “It looks like we’re going to have to start your training from the beginning.” He ran a finger from my forehead down my nose and over my lips. “Wouldn’t you agree?” He lifted his brow, and for a brief moment, he reminded me of the boy I’d fallen so hard for.

  “Are you going to discipline me?”

  Heat entered his gaze. “Do you wa
nt me to?”

  I squirmed, not sure how I should answer, and then finally gasped out, “Umm. I…yes.”

  A sense of excitement filled me at the idea of what would happen next. I glanced to the wall with whips and floggers. We’d never used anything like those before, but I couldn’t deny I was curious about what it would feel like. Would I enjoy the sting, the burn? Would I crave the bite of the leather as I did in the past?

  “No.” He gripped my jaw then turned me to face him. “You aren’t ready for those. We’ll start with things you’ve experienced before.”

  He lifted me to standing, holding my waist until he was sure I was steady on my feet. He rose, offering me his hand, and led me to the spanking bench.

  I studied the soft leather-covered furniture and felt my heartbeat accelerate as my pussy spasmed and my desire sparked once more.

  “You know what to do.” The tone of his voice was back to the one that had every nerve in my being firing to life.

  I slid my knees onto the padded leg rests, feeling my breath come out in short pants.

  “Relax.”

  I jumped as Pierce set his hand on my back, pressing me forward until I was draped across the soft, fabric-covered torso rest.

  “Sure I’m going to relax, knowing you’re about to spank my ass, if not paddle it.”

  Where the hell had that come from? Shit, we hadn’t even started, and things from the past were resurfacing.

  “Ame,” he said with a warning. “No brat. You aren’t ready for that kind of game. When the time comes, I’ll be happy to indulge that side of you.”

  I glanced over my shoulder, and the fire in his eyes had me nodding my agreement.

  There was no way to deny he was right. I liked the pain and the pleasure of discipline, but it was too soon to go toward anything that would keep me from sitting comfortably for days afterward. In the past, I’d push Pierce to give me what I needed, to cross lines we should have never touched. Now I was older and knew so much better, but sadly the desire to push the boundaries was still there.

  “I’m not going to make it easy for you and strap you down. I want you aware and anticipating every touch, every sting—every strike. Now lower your head, grip the handles, and rest all your weight onto the bench. I have to get a few things.”

  Tentatively, I relaxed. It would have been so much easier if he’d used the straps I’d seen dangling from the bottom of the bench. But I guessed that was the point. He was training me. Showing me it was my choice to submit, not something he was forcing on me. He knew I loved bondage, the exhilaration of letting another control my body. This wasn’t about letting go in that way. It was about making me aware of him and what we had together.

  He moved around the room with efficient steps. The sound of drawers opening and shutting caused goosebumps to prickle my skin.

  When he returned, he leaned over me, threading his fingers into my hair and jerking my head back.

  “What is your safeword?”

  “Olympics,” I gasped.

  A smile tugged his lips. “Do you know how beautiful you look? I’ve dreamed about you like this.”

  He was the beautiful one. His blue eyes blazed with desire and his tattoo-covered, honed body made me thirsty to taste him.

  Without thinking, I licked my lips.

  He trailed his fingers over my back until he reached the globes of my ass, cupping them. His other hand skimmed the tattoos on my hip. His touch was intoxicating, gentle but firm and completely controlled. Then I felt a lightweight object settled on my lower back. There was a long handle angled up my spine, and feathers.

  Pierce picked up the object and began to stroke my back. It was a gentle glide meant to soothe. However, it made me so aware of everything around me.

  With every pass of the feathers, my body tingled, and my pussy wept. The gentle caress had my limbs and mind lulled to his movements, ready and anticipating his next tingling touch.

  The first strike surprised me, jolting me forward. I hadn’t anticipated the slap of the paddle, or the burn.

  “Fuck,” I gasped and then gritted my teeth tight and squeezed my eyes closed.

  The sting intoxicated me as my core clenched and flooded with need. The muscles in my stomach tightened as he rubbed the sore spot and I couldn’t help but shift to get his hand where I wanted it.

  “Stay still.” He pressed me onto the bench with a palm to my lower back, holding me in place. “Count. You get one for every year you kept us apart. And remember, no coming unless I give you permission, or we start over.”

  Ten. Fuck I wasn’t going to be able to hold out. One tap against my clit and I’d go over. It had always been like this. The pain and the pleasure too much for me to hold back.

  I released a deep breath. I could do this. If I could train for hours and hold my own with Neya in the ring, I could control my orgasm.

  The paddle came down on my left cheek, and I hissed out, “Two.”

  He rubbed my ass again. “No, Ame, that first one didn’t count, since you moved.”

  I almost lifted my head to glare at him, but thought better of it and dropped down again.

  The paddle struck down in a silent glide but with an unquestionable bite.

  “Two.” I blew out an unsteady breath and braced myself for more.

  The next few smacks came in rapid secession, that had me losing myself in the feel and the euphoria of the pleasure-pain. By the time we reached nine, I was lost in the haze of needing to orgasm and wanting to escape. I dug my nails into the padding of the grips, unable to do anything but wait for the next blow. He’d covered every inch of my ass, grazing my cleft but never fully touching the one place that would send me over. Tears streamed down my face. I needed more, and he was making me wait.

  “Please, Pierce. Please,” I whimpered.

  He pushed a finger into my swollen pussy, sliding it in and out. “God, you’re soaked.”

  I lifted against him, unable to help myself. He worked me with a second finger and then a third, giving me visions of the night a week ago. He worked my swollen, aching pussy until I was writhing against his hand and nearly delirious with the need to come. It was as if he enjoyed bringing me to the cusp of release and then changing his rhythm so I couldn’t go over.

  If he didn’t let me come soon, I’d weep or punch him. Fuck, I was already crying.

  “Do you want to come, baby?” he asked as he pulled his fingers free of my soaked entrance.

  “Yesss.” All I could think about was coming.

  “Come, Ame. Let me hear your release.”

  The paddle landed directly on my pussy, shooting waves of sensation, pain, pleasure, elation through every nerve in my being. I spasmed and convulsed, thrashing my head back and forth. My nails abraded the soft leather under my fingertips. After what felt like an eternal orgasm, the tight coil of need eased, letting me melt onto the bench.

  I kept my eyes closed, focusing on the lingering sting. Why was this something I craved? Why was it something I needed? I wanted more, but logically I knew it would be too much. Why wasn’t I feeling guilty for having this with Pierce and not with Stavros?

  “That was fucking beautiful.” Pierce crouched in front of me, lifting my chin to cover my lips with his.

  The kiss was gentle but no less passionate than if he’d devoured my mouth. More tears cascaded down my cheeks, and a hiccup escaped my lips.

  “Shhh,” Pierce soothed. “Don’t think too hard. You always were emotional after discipline.”

  He lifted my hair off my back and to one shoulder, running his fingers up and down my tender bottom. My arousal cooled between my legs and on my thighs, reminding me there was so much more to come.

  He moved behind me, and the sound of rustling clothes reached my ears. A few seconds later, I felt his naked body behind me, making mine awaken from its post-orgasmic slumber.

  “Are you ready for me, Amelia?” He ran the length of his thick, hard cock through my wet cleft and pressed slightly int
o my swollen core as he grasped my hands and clasped my wrists to the base of my spine. “You can still tell me no.”

  He was bare, no barriers between us. I’d wanted to feel him skin to skin.

  There was no doubt in my mind he’d stop, even if it killed him. All it would take was one word. That was what I should do. Say “Olympics” and end this. End whatever this was that would only cause both of us unending heartache.

  But instead of ending this, I said, “Please. I need you.”

  “You just sealed your fate.” He slammed into me.

  “Yes. Oh God, yes,” I cried out as my mind clouded with need and desire.

  “Christ. You feel so good,” he said through clenched teeth as he held my arms tight and pulled out and pressed back in.

  He fucked me slowly at first, letting me become accustomed to his girth and length. And then his thrusts grew harder and faster. The pleasure was beyond anything I could have remembered, hot, rough, and fierce. My body thrashed against the bench, wanting to push back, meet each thrust for thrust. But all I could do was take it, accept his hard, unyielding demands.

  My pussy quickened, first with tiny pulses and then with hard spasms, gripping his cock with each plunge.

  Pierce slid a hand between my folds, finding my aching clit. The second he grazed the sensitive nub, I detonated, throwing my head back and crying out my release.

  “That’s it, baby. Let it all out. From this day forward, your pleasure belongs exclusively to me.”

  He continued to pummel my swollen sex until another orgasm was upon me and we both shattered together.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Pierce

  * * *

  I woke to the feel of wet heat engulfing my rock-hard, throbbing cock. The last thing I could remember was falling asleep in Amelia’s apartment with her satiated body tucked against me.

  “Ame,” I gasped and gripped her hair, trying to wake my brain and catch up to my dick.

  She hummed as she bobbed up and down, licking, sucking, and teasing with each pass.