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was
just us two. The order I imposed as Master and the duty she accepted as slave
became our anchor amid the chaos of our lives and even the roiling power of the
hunger we shared. Our rituals of domination and submission were the only
security either of us had, especially right now.
    When I released Chloe’s
hands, she freed my ready cock from the confines of my clothing and nuzzled and
licked it slowly, reverently. Within seconds, she had me reaching out for the
back of the chair to keep my balance. She had to work harder for hers, as my
free hand gripped her by the hair at the back of her head and directed her
mouth down over my swollen member.
    “Yes, Miss Bloom, all
of it. Let me feel the back of your throat. So deep. So warm.” I sucked my breath in through my clenched teeth
and resisted the urge to use her mouth roughly, if only because I was concerned
someone would hear her choking and gasping. As it was, the gentle pressure of
her hands cupping and squeezing my engorged balls had me biting back my own
growls of pleasure. I let my head loll and my gaze roll toward the ceiling as
she drew with increasing intensity on my lightly pulsing member, every nerve
ending alive and jerking with what felt like electrical currents.
    When I knew I was only
seconds from releasing myself down Chloe’s throat, I hurried to withdraw from
her mouth and pull her from her crouch into another panting, whimpering kiss.
Tasting myself on her lips nearly drove me over the edge. More than once, I
thought I’d seen Chloe for the last time, kissed her for the last time. Yet she
was here with me now, here for me. I
could almost believe she was meant to be mine.
    “Right now, nothing
matters but this,” I told her, my tone leaving no room for doubt or argument.
“You’re mine—always, irrevocably. No one and nothing will ever take away this
moment.”
    “Ever,” she agreed
breathlessly, her gaze steady on mine.
    I pushed her back
against the table edge, quite intentionally this time. As she slid up onto the
polished surface, I reached under her skirt and traced my fingers along the
line of her warm cleft through her silken underwear. “No panties, Miss Bloom,”
I reminded her. Then I gripped them by the dampened crotch and ripped the wisp
of material from her body as she gasped and mewed.
    Her knees spread, her
heels hooked along the edge of the table, Chloe sighed raggedly. “Please, sir.
Please, please. Now. I need you.” And she did. She
always had, almost as much as I needed her. Damn the world that she could only
admit it to me now.
    A single stroke thrust
half the length of my cock into my beautiful submissive’s willing sex, and her
body hugged me tight and drew me deeper. “ Eu te amo ,” I groaned as I sank into
her full measure, part of me afraid she understood what I was saying and part
of me certain she’d known all along. From that first time, in the sauna, when I
thought I’d hurt her and felt my own heart sink.
    If she’d been inclined
to swear her love to me in return, I cut her effort short by jerking open her
blouse and drawing her breast from her pretty white lace bra to my waiting
lips. I couldn’t resist using the pain-pleasure that drew her every muscle taut
and tight around me. Her gasps were like the notes from my piano, and I played
her with everything I had in me. While I sucked one pink, rigid nipple, my
fingers pinched and rolled the other, and she whined. I released the pressure, let the warm blood flow back into the tender nub,
just as I forced my hard cock straight to her core.
    Even as her nails raked
the back of my neck and my shoulder through my dress shirt, even as my balls
tightened with my approaching climax, I refused to relent. Chloe arced and
squirmed and lifted her hips from the table, and still I drove into her and
sucked and teethed at her silky skin. She bowed back over the arm I used to
encircle her waist and went limp as a sudden orgasm shot through her flushed
body. And still I