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I giggle and let my head drop to his shoulder. It’s aninstinct, and I catch myself. I would have immediately brought it back up, buthis hand is there, smoothing my hair down, holding me close. His arms go aroundme. He’s so warm. I give in and snuggle closer. He’s a furnace, and it’s chillyout here.

“I would like very much to make love to you, Meggie,” Becksays, his voice low and painstakingly gentle. The hand in my hair is gentle,too, unlike the way he fisted my hair in the arena. He touches me like I’m madeof glass.

“How very polite.” Isn’t this what Dante had told me to lookfor? The trouble is I don’t want a polite bargain. I want his passion.

Though I suppose it doesn’t matter. I’ll be gone in a day ortwo. I haven’t changed my mind about that. Even though he’s promised not totreat me the way he did before, I know it’s inevitable that he will.

The truth of the matter is I’ve been giving an enormousamount of thought to my sex life. It’s been pointless and futile up until now.The two men I went to bed with before marrying Michael were utterly boring, andI just wanted to get it over with. Michael was the same way. It’s why I startedexploring Dominance and submission in the first place. I haven’t gotten pastthe Internet, but I ordered some books on the subject, and I planned to meetsome people in the lifestyle.

Being out in the arena with Beck was a revelation. It wasthe single most erotic experience of my life, and he rejected me afterward. Hethinks I’m just as much a pervert as Michael did, and I refuse to be trapped inanother marriage where my husband didn’t truly want me. But I’m stuck for now.Why not enjoy what he can give me? I took my birth control shot a week before Iwas kidnapped. Why not enjoy a little sex? Even if it wasn’t as mind-blowing asbefore, it would be better than anything I had on the Earth plane. I’ll have tomake sure I come off as vanilla as possible so he doesn’t get angry again.

I let my hand find his sculpted chest. “All right.”

He sighs, and I feel that strange connection between us openslightly. It tingles there on the edges of my consciousness, and I open myselfeagerly to it. I can feel his arousal. I can feel how much he wants me. Itmakes me feel special and desirable.

He closes it down immediately.

“Sorry.” He eases me onto my back. “I have to get used tothe bond. It’s particularly strong when we make love. I promise I won’t floodyou with it again.”

“I didn’t mind,” I say before he touches my lips with his.It’s a gentle touch, a light melding of lips. I find it slightly frustrating.

“Of course you did,” he murmurs as he kisses me, a littleharder this time.

He presses his mouth over mine. His tongue requests access.I allow my body to soften beneath him, and his tongue lazily plunges in. Heexplores my mouth, mating his tongue to mine, devouring me softly. His handsgently frame my face as he strokes my hair.

I shudder with pleasure as he moves from my mouth to myneck. He’s so big against me. He tries to keep his weight off me, but I want tobe crushed under it. I want him to hold me down or tie me up. Not that I canask him to do that. He would probably turn away in disgust, but I want it sobadly. “I’m cold. Won’t you cover me? I might be warm if you lay on top of me.”

He’s not able to completely close off the surge of desire myrequest sends through him. He wants to be on top of me. He wants me helplessunderneath him. I felt his desire briefly before he shut it off. “You don’tthink I’m too big for you? I don’t want you cold. Let me get undressed first.”

He slips out from under the covers and quickly shucks hisclothes. I watch, my mouth watering, as his big, strong body is revealed byfirelight. He’s all steel and smooth muscles. The wounds he took in the arenaclosed and are healing. His body, he explained earlier, can take a lot ofdamage and repairs itself quickly. The slight pinkness of the healing fleshdoesn’t detract from his perfection. He’s a work of art. Michelangelo wouldhave been proud to sculpt that body. And then there’s his cock. I have moretime to study it now that he isn’t shoving it at my face. It's big and thick,and pointing straight up, reaching his belly button. His balls are heavy andtaut against his body. Even in the firelight, I can tell his cock is so hardit’s purple.

How had that ever fit in my mouth? That dark voice from myfantasies reminds me. That monster cock fit because Beck made sure it fit. Heshoved and pushed until I accommodated him.

“Let me help you.” He kneels down and reaches for the hem ofmy shirt.

The linen shirt is all I’m wearing. It’s the only protectionI have. If he ordered me to take it off, I would throw the damn thing into thefire. He doesn’t, and I’m reluctant. He seemed to like my body before, but thearena changed that.

He pulls the shirt over my head, and I fight not to covermyself. I seek the connection between the two of us. If I can find it, I’llknow what he’s feeling. Now that I had the connection with him, being withoutit makes me feel alone. I wonder how much control I have. I try to brush mythoughts against his, requesting the contact.

“Shhh,” he whispers, getting under the covers. He pulls meinto his arms. “Don’t be scared, love. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be gentle.”

So I’m not very good at this. He got the message, but notthe one I thought I was sending. He thinks I’m afraid, not frustrated andnervous.

“Just kiss me.” I can lose myself in his kisses. The manknows how to kiss.

He smiles, generous lips tugging up before he plants them onme. He kisses me as he covers me with his hard body. We meet, skin to skin. Ilove the way he presses me into the ground. It’s not the most comfortable I’veever been, but something about being held down does it for me. I let my handsdrift above my head and imagine he tied them down.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers as he leaves my mouth.His hands travel down my torso, making my skin sing wherever he touches me. “Iwant to kiss you everywhere. May I?”

“If you like.”

He kisses his way to my breasts. The kisses are gentle, likebutterflies landing and taking off again. He takes one nipple in his mouth andcurls his tongue around it. He draws on the bud, sucking and playing with it. Ibite back a moan. It’s not as rough as I like it, but it still feels good. Itfeels fantastic. Beck plucks at my other nipple with his fingers. I imaginethat he’s placed me in nipple clamps. He’ll tighten them to the point of pain,and then his eyes will heat as he studies me, trussed up and gilded for hispleasure. I’ll be his plaything.

His hand leaves my nipple, traveling down toward my pussy.He slides a finger through my labia. His head comes up in surprise as he findsthe folds of my pussy already slick.

“You’re wet.” His fingers slide all around my pussy, delvingdeep and then shallow, as though he can’t quite believe what he’s feeling.“You’re soaking wet.”

I feel my face flush and try to pull away. He’ll take it asproof of my wantonness. “Sorry.”