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She shook her head.

“Words, Grace.”

“Green.”

“Green? Are you sure?”

“Green, green. Please.”

Putain, he loved it when they begged. More than ever with Grace.

“Please what, Grace?” He removed the vibrator from her sensitized skin and switched it off, the silence broken only by her shallow breaths and the race of her pulse. “What do you want, Grace? Tell me.”

“I want…”

She was panting, the gorgeous globes of her ass clenching.

“Say it.”

“I want you to…” She dropped her head between her arms. “I want you to make me come with that.”

He switched the vibrator back on. “With this?”

“Please.”

Alain touched the vibrator to her inner thigh, close, but not where she wanted. More clenching. The bar jerked as she tried to squeeze her thighs together.

“Please.” The word was a ragged whisper, ending in a moan.

“Because you asked so nicely…” Alain pressed the vibrator to her clit, and she went off like a rocket. He plastered his front to her back, holding her steady, absorbing her tremors as if he might experience her orgasm with her. Her body shook, her muscles spasmed and the hoarse moans spilling from her mouth almost made him come.

When she jerked in his arms, he switched the vibrator off, tossed it aside, and released her from the spreader bar. She’d had enough. Her clit was too sensitized. She slumped in his arms and he held her, whispering in her ear. Words of praise, telling her how beautiful she was, how amazing she’d been. She soaked it up, turning her head into his shoulder and collapsing against him. Was she done for the night? Had he pushed her as far as she could go for now?

The protest from his cock was no small thing, but it didn’t matter. She did. If to end this now was what she needed, if slow and steady were the name of the game, he’d play it. He hadn’t had a beginner submissive in his arms for years. He was too dominant, too strong. He needed a submissive who could take all he had to give. But for Grace, he was willing to be patient. He eyed the flogger on the bed. Even curtail—not all, but some of—his darker desires.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Cocooned in Alain’s arms, Grace rode out the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm. Her hip grazed his erection, hot and hard, and he hissed, his arms tightening around her. Two orgasms—three if you counted the one from last night—he’d given her. And she’d given him nothing.

She shifted in his arms, another brush against his hard length.

He coughed out a chuckle. “Grace?”

She ground her hip against him, surprised at her own audacity. He made her brave.

“You little minx. You’re not done yet, are you? You want more?”

The smile in his voice was unmistakable. Her heart thumped out a response.

She nodded, then buried her head in his shoulder. This was all new to her. The cuffs, the blindfold, the vibrator. Vocalizing what she wanted.

He rolled his hips, thrusting his penis up and down. “This is what you want, Grace? Me, inside you?”

She moaned. Yes. Please. Though… She bit down on the next moan. She was a little unsure how it would…if it would… He wasn’t a small man.

He rolled his hips again. “Do you trust me, Grace?”

Did she trust him? In this, that he wouldn’t hurt her, that he’d be careful with her, that he’d stop if she asked him to… “Yes.”