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face. “If
     I say the word, I’m admitting he was right.”
    “He?” I frowned. “The ex.”
    She lowered her chin to her chest. “He was right to leave because what I want, what
     I need, isn’t normal.”
    So there it was, the truth behind why she seemed so adamantly against what was so
     blatant and obvious. I gently brought her chin up. “They really did a number on you,
     didn’t they?”
    Her brow furrowed. “They?”
    “Jason.” I gargled the prick’s name and spit it out. Although I shied from that level
     of commitment myself, I had little respect for someone that said those three words
     and broke my Melissa so completely. But he wasn’t the only one. “And your father.”
    Her mouth hung open. “My dad? No, he—”
    “Hurt you just as deeply. You felt like you couldn’t be yourself around the two men
     who meant the most to you.” I knew I should let that thought sink in, but she was
     so tortured that I couldn’t resist. I pressed my lips against hers. I made a promise
     that I hadn’t made in a long time. A promise that was deeper than sex, deeper the
     bonds of a Master and a submissive. A promise of the heart.
    My forehead against hers, hands cupping both sides of her face, I looked deep into
     her eyes. “You’re safe with me, Melissa. You don’t have to hide or pretend or worry
     that I’ll run. I’m right here.”
    Her eyes fluttered closes, her lips sparing nothing as she let me hold her. My words
     rippled over her, the fight conceded, her body arching into mine. When she opened
     her eyes, waves of relief and excitement tumbled and crashed. She skimmed my jaw with
     her lips, the light touch waking up something inside me. Something I thought I’d never
     find again.
    Her lips were a soft tease on my earlobe. “I’m submissive.”
    I reclaimed her lips, arms snaring her as I pulled her close. Everything else didn’t
     matter. I’d taken many submissives to bed, but none of them moved me like Melissa.
     None of them mattered when measured against her.
    I knew our first time after she accepted her nature should be more structured, a gradual
     introduction into Domination and submission, finding out her turn ons and turn offs;
     her limits, buttons to press and expand her horizons. Control and rational thought
     were no match for the caged lust had been roaring from the minute I met her. She said
     the two words to set me free.
    She tasted like salt and need and even though we had a perfectly good bed just inside,
     we clawed at each other, tearing off shirts and shorts and underwear until we were
     skin to skin. I clutched her ass with both hands, growling with pleasure when I dipped
     my finger inside her and felt how wet she was for me. I watched her eyes roll back
     in her head as I pumped in and out of her.
    “L-L-Logan...” She said breathlessly, turning a two syllable name into four. “Take
     me. Take right here. Please .”
    Oh I planned to...even if she didn’t ask so nicely. I needed more of her... all of her. Every bulging inch of me demanded it. I brought one of her legs up, leaning
     her back so I had a perfect line of sight of her beautiful skin; her pert little breasts,
     and the quivering hole that dripped for me. I held my shaft, steering myself into
     her warmth, letting go as I punched my entire, solid length inside her. She embraced
     me, her moans driving me wild, loving the way our bodies responded to each other.
     When she reached around and gripped my ass, pulling me closer, I knew it was a wrap.
     I had her, she was mine, but she had me too. I was hers.
    Her moans deepened, lengthened as her whole body shook from the inside out. She came
     hard, clutching, groaning. She smiled up at me, her core still twitching, clutching.
     I released, putting aside my reservations about getting tangled up in someone. I filled
     her with my warmth, our desires mingling, sealing the deal.
    There’d be no going back now.
    When we stumbled inside the studio, sex