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  Anarrae sat up and slipped off the bed. “On the bed, now.”

  His cock twitched at the steel in her voice. He didn’t hesitate to slip past her and lie down on the bed. Diego stretched his arms over his head and spread his legs wide. The heated look in her eyes warmed his body, stoked the fire within. Tonight he was hers and hers alone.

  Chapter Three

  Anarrae couldn’t fight the desire rushing through her body. As she watched Dodger spread out on the bed, her arousal only grew. Need clawed at her stomach as the ache between her legs increased. She fought for control. When he trailed his hand over his chest and he tugged on his pierced nipple, a burst of heat rose up in her. When he began to stroke his cock, her vaginal muscles tightened. He was thick and long. Perfect. The slit at the top already leaked precum.

  She wanted him inside of her, thrusting hard, making it hurt, stretching her to the limit. Ana wanted him wild and passionate. Now she was adrift, unsure of what to do. He was handing over the reins, contrary to her expectations. The rules had changed and yet, as she watched the play of his muscles under his skin, the way he laid himself out for her pleasure, she didn’t want it any other way.

  Purpose slipped into her veins as a need to dominate him and mark him as hers mingled with her arousal. She wanted to cover his body in love bites. This Dodger, this mystery, this conman was hers for the weekend. Ana was not going to pass up an opportunity to live out her fantasies and be the center of attention for once.

  On the Hades’ Helmet she was just another officer, always in the background. Even when giving her status reports, she felt no one heard her.

  This man saw her, wanted her, and heard her. It was a heady feeling. She wasn’t sure what to start with. Should she taste him first or maybe cover him in kisses? Was kissing allowed or would that be too intimate?

  He made the decision from her. “I know you’re in charge, love, but I want you to kiss me, taste me. Just let go and do what you feel. Don’t worry. I can take anything you dish out. Give me pain and pleasure. Give me heaven and fire. I’m all yours.” His voice was low, edged in roughness. He took hold of the leather bonds and laid his head back on the pillow.

  Ana stilled and her breath caught in her throat as she watched him surrender to her control and desires. He trusted her; she was awed. Dodger arched his back and thrust his hips upward, digging his heels into the mattress. His cock jutted upward as if he was begging for her mouth there, in the place where he needed her most. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Her mouth watered to taste him.

  Anarrae didn’t hesitate. She quickly secured the straps just enough to bite into his flesh without risking his circulation. He groaned.

  “Does that hurt?” she asked, worried that in her haste she’d maybe gone too far.

  “No, no. Feels good. Tie me down, love, and make me yours. Mark me.” He turned his head and arched his neck, as if begging for her bite. Her pussy tingled as need took her. She wanted to give him that sweet kiss of pain.

  Ana climbed on the bed and threw one leg over his chest. Goddess, he was hot. So hot, he should have been burning up.

  “Lie back down. Let me have my way,” she urged softly. He turned his face back toward her. She gazed into his pale green eyes.

  Ana shook her head. A moan slipped past her lips as she felt his skin slide against her thighs as he lowered himself back to the bed. His cock left a trail of stickiness just over her stomach, evidence of his need for her.

  She couldn’t wait to have him inside but they needed protection. “Condom?”

  “Top drawer next to the bed. Hurry,” he said. “Need to be inside of you.”

  Ana reached over and took out the box of condoms. Extracting one, she quickly ripped open one of the packets and moved down his body to roll on the sheath. Once on, she straddled his waist once again.

  “Kiss me, love. Let me taste your lips,” Dodger said.

  She couldn’t deny him. Ana lowered her head and brushed the lightest of touches on his lips. She slid lower to straddle his legs and reached between them to take hold of his cock. He lifted his head and pressed his mouth to hers while pushing his hips upward. His heated length slid into her hand.

  His heat shocked her. She squeezed him, causing his lips to part. Anarrae didn’t hesitate to slip her tongue into the moist, humid cave of his mouth. She explored his teeth, tickling the roof of his mouth while contracting and relaxing her hand around his thrusting cock.

  Dodger groaned as the kiss took on a passionate dimension. She nipped his lips, soothing the soft flesh with a few licks before nibbling him again. His hips moved faster, increasing the friction against her palm. His shaft twitched and he moaned into her mouth, then dropped his head back.

  “So close, love. So very close. Let me be inside you, please.”

  “Not yet.” Anarrae kissed him softly before moving down his body. She let go of his cock and blazed a path of nips, licks, and kisses along his neck and shoulder, across his collarbone and down the center of his chest.

  She didn’t stop moving until she knelt between his legs. Ana gazed at the wide expanse of his tanned flesh. His pierced nipples were flushed a dark red. She blew on the buds before licking one and tugging the other gently between finger and thumb. He lifted his chest. Dodger pulled on the leather restraints. The soft creak of leather mingled with his heavy breathing.

  “Please, love…Anarrae, I can’t take it. Fuck me. Let me be inside of you.” He thrust his hips forward and his cock slid along her stomach.

  “Not yet. I want to explore you,” she murmured, taking his nipple between her teeth and pulling on it gently.

  He cried out. “Ana!” His cock jumped, hitting her stomach.

  She flicked his nipple and then sucked it into her mouth.

  “Fuck!” His body jumped and he moaned. Ana released his nipple only to move on to the other one, showing it the same treatment. She trailed her free hand down his body, took hold of his cock again, and stroked the heated flesh, slowly this time.

  “Goddess, you torture me,” he groaned.

  She released his nipple and looked up at him. “Do you want me to stop?” She smiled, knowing full well he wouldn’t ask.

  He blinked at her. “I just want you to fuck me.”

  Anarrae laughed. A husky sound that was foreign to her.

  “You are enjoying torturing me, aren’t you?” he asked. His heated gaze bore into her.

  “Torturing? I wouldn’t call it that, but yes, I am enjoying what I’m doing to you.”

  “Then continue this deliciousness, please, lo adoro. Let me please you by being your bound slave.”

  “Slave? I don’t want you to be my slave.” Her hand faltered on his cock and stilled just under the wide helmet.

  “But I am, love. You have enslaved me with your beauty and seductive ways. I don’t want to be released.” His lips quirked into a smile.

  “Pretty words from a conman,” she chuckled.

  “Not a conman. Not for you. I am your guide to pleasure. Consider me your bound servant and your partner in desire.”

  She laughed again and resumed stroking his cock. “I don’t have an adequate response so let me continue giving you pleasure.”

  He nodded and lowered his head back to the pillow. She flicked his nipple, before moving down to trace the ridges of his well-defined abdomen with just the tip of her tongue. She let go of his cock and circled his navel before nuzzling his shaft with her cheek.

  “So hot,” Ana murmured. Her pussy clenched and her body heat went up a few degrees at the thought of having him inside her.

  “For you, love. All of me for you. Every inch of me is yours. Take it.”

  She continued until she was above his cock. Part of her regretted sheathing him in the condom so quickly. She wanted to lap at the slit atop his cock and taste his desire for her. Instead, she settled for teasing him through the thin barrier. Ana took only the head into her mouth at first.

  He let out a shudde
ring breath as his hips thrust upward, and she released him.

  “I’m in charge, remember?” she said.

  “Ana, please… For the love of the Goddess, I can’t take it. I ache to be inside of you.”

  “No, let me have my way,” Ana said. “You said you were my slave. Do as I say and don’t move.”

  He grumbled under his breath and lowered his pelvis back to the mattress.

  “I’ll behave.” Dodger promised.

  A laugh bubbled past Ana’s lips, and she raised her eyebrow at him in question. “Do you even know how to?”

  “It’s a distant memory. One I’m sure will surface as the night progresses but I do ask, no, beg of you—please, hurry. I don’t think I can take much more of this sweet torment.”

  “I’ll try.” She smiled up at him. Never in her life had she thought sex and teasing could be so much fun. With great relish, she took him back into her mouth and bobbed her head. Through the thin barrier she could feel him pulse in time with his heartbeat. The heat of his shaft burned the sensitive flesh of her lips. Her pussy tightened, moisture slipping down her thighs and her clit throbbing with need. She could only imagine what he would feel like inside of her. His width stretched her lips almost to the point of discomfort. Even when he hit the back of her throat, there was still more of him left to take in.

  Ana knew she was teasing them both. Play time was over. She released his cock with a soft pop and glanced up the length of his body.

  “Beg me to fuck you. Plead with me to take your cock inside of my pussy.” She was surprised by her boldness and language. Normally she went with the flow of things in the bedroom and kept the dirty talk to a minimum. Something about being in charge made her feel wanton, wild, and daring.

  “Please, Anarrae. Fuck me. Make me yours. Please, love, take me inside of your sweet pussy.”

  With a grin she crawled up his body and took hold of his cock, giving him a gentle squeeze before brushing the head against her damp slit.

  “Is this what you want?” Through narrow eyes she watched his pupils dilate. His breath hitched audibly.

  “Yes!” he cried out. Dodger thrust his hips and she gave him a squeeze.

  “You moved. I told you not to.”

  “Cazzo!” he gritted out. “Please, Ana.”

  “What, Dodger? What do you want me to do?”

  “Fuck me.” He let out a growl of frustration and lifted his head to glare at her.

  “Glaring won’t help you. Will you behave?” Ana ran his cockhead over her slit again and watched his jaw clench. “Will you?” she said.

  “Yes. Now fuck me!” he cried out.

  “As you wish, Dodger.” Ana positioned him at her entrance and lowered her body down, enveloping just the head of his cock in her tight entrance.

  “Oh, Goddess,” he groaned and laid his head down.

  “Feel good?”

  “Feel good? Goddess, you feel wonderful. More, I need to be inside of you all the way. Balls deep, please,” he begged.

  She slowly lowered her body, taking him inside of her inch by inch. He was much thicker than her past lovers. Even the few sex toys that she owned didn’t compare to him. He was stretching her to the point of pain.

  “More, more. Goddess you’re so tight and hot.” His head rolled from side to side, dark hair flying everywhere.

  “Give me a second. You’re thicker than anyone I’ve ever had.” Ana panted through the pain as her body adjusted to his cock.

  He lifted his head to look at her. Their eyes met. Fire burned in his green depths. Need and concern swirled in his gaze.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked softly.

  “Just a little. Nothing I can’t handle.” To prove her point, she pushed her body down taking all of him inside of her. Anarrae’s eyes widened at the rush of pain and she groaned.

  “Ana?” Her name was a single word demand.

  “Give me a second.”

  They waited, both panting. She felt him throb inside of her. That soft pulsing told her his heart was beating out of control. As the pain subsided, she tightened her thighs around his, clenched her inner muscles, and began to move. She rose and fell slowly at first, but then began increased the pace. Her breasts bounced up and down. Sparks of desire burst inside her, adding to the sensations coursing through her body. Pleasure unfurled in her belly as her climax began to climb. The desire twisted and turned, tightening into a knot of heat and pressure.

  Ana placed one hand on his chest and rode him hard. With her other, she trailed her fingertips between her breasts and over her stomach. She slipped one finger between her thick nether lips and found her clit. Gently, she rubbed the pearl and tightened her muscles around his cock.

  “Harder, love. Ride me harder.” Dodger gripped the leather straps tighter, his knuckles white from the pressure. “I wish I could touch you.”

  She did as he asked and increased her pace. Ana didn’t admonish him for meeting her thrusts with short ones of his own. He drove his cock deeper into her sheath. Pleasure pushed her higher and higher. Ana wanted that release. She pinched her clit and the pain shoved her over the cliff as fire burst in her belly, spreading outward. She cried out as her vaginal walls quivered and contracted around his cock. She continued to ride him through her orgasm until her energy began to drop.

  “Release me, love,” Dodger said.

  Through a haze of pleasure she undid the straps. Once freed, he rolled her under him. He withdrew and then thrust forward setting off a mini orgasm. He paused to withdraw, place one of her legs against his chest and pushed forward. The angle gave him deeper penetration that rubbed over a spot she hadn’t known existed. Her toes curled as an intense pleasure began to build inside her again.

  The new position didn’t seem to be enough for him. He withdrew again and took hold of her other leg and placed that against his chest as well. Her ass was now in the air, and her body was tilted up off the mattress.

  He shoved forward and began to pound her pussy, riding her harder. The slick sounds of wet flesh mixed with his grunts and Ana’s own soft cries. Another orgasm tightened inside of her. The feeling was so huge; it was overwhelming and terrifying. Anarrae clutched the sheets. Her fingernails dug into the damp cotton as the intensity built.

  “Touch yourself for me splendore gioia,” he urged in a hoarse voice.

  Ana let go of the sheets and slipped her hand between her thighs. She sank one finger between her pussy lips to work her clit. Their gazes locked and she was mesmerized by the need she found in his eyes. It was so intense it bordered on violence. The look terrified and seduced her.

  “Mine, splendore gioia. All mine,” he said.

  Dodger withdrew and slammed home just as Ana pinched her clit. The move set off a chain reaction as an inferno tugged her down. Her body shook and she came, screaming. There was so much feeling. It was pure, indescribable pleasure. The sensations that ripped through her body were overwhelming. Her toes curled, her body convulsed, and her heart threatened to burst out of her chest.

  In the distance she heard a roar and was vaguely aware of his thrusts slowing down until he stopped altogether. The world was a haze. Nothing made sense. She was completely wiped out. Ana barely felt her body move.

  “Dodger?” She called out. Her voice was soft and hoarse. Ana’s throat hurt from her screaming.

  “Shhhh, it’s OK, love,” he said.

  Sleep tugged at her eyelids and darkness edged her vision. She hadn’t the energy to lift her head and seek him out. The mattress bounced beneath her, and she felt slick, hot flesh pressed against her back.

  “Go to sleep, Ana. Don’t worry. Just go to sleep.” He whispered against her ear.

  That was all it took for her to slip into dreamland. Hours later he would awaken her again, this time with his mouth on her sex.

  Chapter Four

  Diego sighed and rose from the bed. He was reluctant to leave Anarrae. Unfortunately, he had places to go and people to see. He cursed the timing
of it all. He’d finally found someone that interested him and there wasn’t enough time to explore his attraction to her. Also, there was the small fact that he was a con artist. He doubted that she would be interested in pursuing any sort of relationship with him beyond the weekend. This was all a fading fantasy. She’d forget about him come Monday morning.

  Amusement quirked his lips as he thought of escorting her to the launch for the Hades’ Helmet. Security would not be pleased when he made the dramatic gesture of taking off his mask before she went up the plank. His face would be instantly recognized. It was on every wanted poster throughout the galaxy. They’d have to arrest him.

  Laughter rumbled up and burst forth unexpectedly. He tried to keep it inside but nothing could stop the sound. He panicked at the thought that he’d woken Ana. He glanced over his shoulder at her and relief swept through him.

  Her face was peaceful, angelic, and sexy as hell. Her lips were puffy and she had a soft glow about her, an aura that said she was a well-pleasured woman. Diego’s cock became semi-hard. His stomach clenched as need swept through him, heating his body like a wildfire. He could remember the slick, sweetness of her pussy, the way it contracted around him as she came. Tingles ran up his spine and he groaned aloud. The scent of sex swirled around him, perfuming the air.

  He could still taste her. The salty sweetness of her body and the tang of her cream rushed over his taste buds. He licked his lips as a yearning to dive onto the bed and bury himself between her thighs gripped him. He wanted eat her pussy until she awakened again, screaming, and her juices dripped from his chin. Diego let out a growl of frustration and clenched his fists as he tried to regain control. Places to be. The words rolled around in his head, reminding him of what he had put off last night.

  He turned away from the bed and marched into the bathroom. After a quick shower, Diego dried himself and dressed. Before he left, he scribbled out a quick note telling Ana that he’d be back and let her know what was available to eat. With his mask still on, he left the apartment and headed for the nearest canal to hail the closest gondola. The small boat floated toward him.