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“To
give yourself completely? No holding back?”
    She nodded,
but she felt fear at his words, her body folding in on itself.
    “You have to
trust, Katie.” His words were urgent, thrilling and frightening her at the same
time. “Do you trust me?”
    “I do,” she
whispered, and it was the truth. It was insane, but it was true.
    “Come with
me.”
    “Uh…again?”
    He stood,
raising his eyebrows at her questioning him, especially given their
conversation, but she found herself transfixed by the sight of his cock. He was
gloriously hard and he stood there, unashamed, letting her look. He literally
made her mouth water. She was at the perfect suckable level, but when she moved
in, hungry to take him into her mouth, he collapsed back into the water,
heading toward the stairs.
    Katie
sighed, grabbing her wet bra and panties and following, knowing they were about
to leave the warmth of the hot tub for much colder fare. She shivered her way
over to the alcove, where Liam had collected their clothing, and she watched as
he retrieved a key from his trouser pocket and opened a door to the building.
    “Does the
health club give all their employees keys to the building?” Katie inquired as
she followed him inside down a tiled hallway.
    “I own it.”
Liam unlocked another door, pushing it open, and Katie followed. The door told
her where they were going—the women’s locker room.
    “So you’re
not a personal trainer?”
    “I used to
be.” Liam put their clothes on a bench, except for Katie’s wet panties and bra.
Those he tossed into the dryer they used for towels, turning it on before
heading for the showers. She followed him there too, neither of them speaking
as they stepped under the water.
    The steam of
the showers was a welcome relief from the cold and Katie let the stinging spray
needle her skin. Liam used the body-wash dispenser on the wall, soaping his
hands, and then turning to her. Katie watched in amazement as he paid close
attention to every inch of her body, scrubbing her hair and rinsing it
thoroughly before moving down to her shoulders and back, forcing her to turn
and put her hands flat against the wall. He didn’t speak—his body and hands
told her what to do, moving her this way and that with a shift of his hip, a
gentle tug of his soapy hands.
    He spent
time washing her ass, still red from his spanking. She wondered if she’d have
handprints. She hoped so. Then he turned her around and she watched in wonder
as he dropped to his knees, something she never would have imagined him
doing—weren’t Doms the ones who were supposed to force submissives to their
knees?—his hands roaming her front in the same way they had over her back.
    “Liam,” she
whispered, fingers moving in his thick, wet hair. She still loved feeling his
name in her mouth. He kissed her navel, tongue dipping in provocatively, his
eyes on hers as his slick, soapy hands moved over the gentle hills of her
breasts. She moaned when he thumbed her nipples. They’d been hard for so long
they almost hurt.
    “You’re
beautiful,” he murmured against her hipbone, his tongue tracing the curve downward.
She wanted to believe him, and by the time his mouth reached her pubic hair,
she did. He looked at her body as if it was a place to worship, and when he
reached her pussy, he drank her in like wine, burying his face there and shifting
her legs over his shoulders so he could slide her body up the tile. Katie cried
out with pleasure, lost in sensation, his mouth fastened on her mound, hands
holding her in place, cupped over her breasts, her nipples hard under his
fingers.
    “Give
yourself to me.” His words made her open her eyes and look at him. I am ,
she thought, but was she? Her body was tense, her mind racing. He shook his
head slowly, reading her eyes, her mind. She bit her lip, trying to keep it in,
all the feeling, all the fear, the desire, but she couldn’t contain it. A
little sob escaped her throat, and she shook her