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  ‘Yes, sir.’

  Oliver gently removed his fingers. Then, to my shock, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked on them, all the while staring directly into my eyes. ‘You taste so good, Robyn,’ he muttered, as I stood there gawking at his deliciously dirty actions. His eyes closed as he licked his fingers clean, and a low groan left his throat before he scooped me into his arms to carry me to the bed.

  Laying me down, he set about kissing me, his fingers dipping back inside my knickers and once again beginning to move inside me. It felt like he was touching me everywhere on my overheated body, and as a result my arousal had spiked to almost volcanic levels. All the while my trembling fingers were settled on the clamps on my nipples as I writhed around below him, waiting for his command. I simply wasn’t used to being the sole focus of someone’s attention like this when in bed. It was incredible, and utterly overwhelming.

  As his fingers upped the speed inside me, I knew it wasn’t going to be long until I came, and a desperate moan broke in my throat as I threw my head back.

  Oliver pressed his thumb onto my clit and began to circle, and just as I felt the first spasm of my climax grip around his fingers, he raised his head and stared down at me.

  ‘Do it now,’ he urged me harshly. ‘Release the clips and come for me, Robyn.’ With that, I pressed the clips and was immediately swamped by sensations; pain and throbbing came first, briefly flitting through my mind, but these were quickly forgotten as my mind, body, and soul were swamped by the most all-consuming orgasm of my entire life.

  My body bucked wildly beneath him as my orgasm continued to rip through me in such powerful bursts that my leg muscles actually ached from the spasms. With his free hand, Oliver pushed my limp fingers away from my breast and his lips found my throbbing nipple, roughly pulling it into his mouth and sucking. Amazingly, his attention to my already sore peak somehow spiked a second wave of climax to sweep through me, and I began to clench violently, my hips thrusting against his hand in a series of uncoordinated jerks as I yelled out incomprehensible words.

  Crazily, I then started to sob. The level of pleasure he was giving me was just so intense it was almost unbearable. I was now so over-sensitised that if he didn’t remove his hand immediately, I was sure I would actually burst into flames.

  I continued to groan, cry, and writhe below him as Oliver skilfully worked me down, then gently removed his fingers from my throbbing core and dragged me into his arms so I was cradled against his chest.

  Even though that had been the best orgasm of my life, I continued to cry in great wracking sobs against his shoulder, sucking in ragged breaths and shuddering from the outpouring of emotion I was experiencing.

  ‘Did I hurt you?’ he asked softly, stroking damp hair back from my wet cheeks and tilting my head so he could look down at me. The concern on his face set off another wave of tears and my throat felt so thick that I couldn’t speak, but I did at least manage to shake my head to tell him “no”.

  ‘Good.’ He rocked me in his arms, seeming to completely understand my confused state, and the need to calm down for a few minutes.

  He held me as if I weighed nothing, soothing my arms with gentle caresses, his solid strength so comforting to me. ‘Shhh, it’s OK, cariño. Cry if you need to.’

  As Oliver held me and gently stroked my hair, reality began to come back to me and I was gripped with horrendous embarrassment – Oliver had just given me one of the most erotic moments of my life, not to mention the best orgasm ever, and what was my response? I break down and cry on him before he’s even had a chance to climax himself. I bit my lip and winced when I realised I could still feel him hard and pulsing against the curve of my thigh.

  My tears had subsided now, so I drew in a shaky breath, finally plucking up the courage to lean back and look at Oliver.

  ‘You don’t need to call me Sir anymore, not now the scene has finished. Tell me, do you know why you’re crying?’ He sounded genuinely concerned.

  ‘Not really … I feel like an idiot. I think it was all just a little bit overwhelming, that’s all.’

  Nodding in agreement, Oliver lifted one hand and soothed the back of his hand down my cheek before leaning forwards and placing a brief kiss on my lips. ‘It’s a perfectly normal reaction, and completely understandable. You’ve never done anything like that before, and I didn’t exactly hold back, so your body will have been on sensory overload.’ He could say that again; I could still barely think straight after the spanking, nipple clamps, orders, and seismic orgasm.

  ‘Sometimes when the pressure is released in the form of an orgasm it allows all the other pent-up emotions to flow freely as well. Tears included.’

  I guess that made sense.

  Once again remembering that he still hadn’t climaxed, I began to try to shift in his arms so I could reach a hand down between us and continue things for him, but before I managed it, he gripped my wandering hand and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss on my knuckles.

  ‘Thank you for the thought, Robyn, but no, we can do that at some later point. At the moment the most important thing for me is to make sure you’re OK, and talk about what you’re feeling. This first session together is where I learn all about your reactions, responses and needs.’

  Oh. I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just nodded and let him cradle me against him. We sat in silence for what felt like an age until I started to shiver from the chill of the air con. Oliver dragged a blanket up around us and continued to stroke my back, and I simply lay crumpled on him, too exhausted to move, apart from one hand, which was lightly trailing up and down his chest, enjoying exploring the bumps and ridges there.

  ‘So, did you enjoy it?’ he finally asked.

  I snorted out a laugh and nodded. ‘I was nervous at first, but yes, it was incredible, Oliver. The pain and pleasure mix that you told me about beforehand, it was so … intense. That was the best sexual experience of my life, not to mention the best orgasm.’

  ‘Good, I’m glad.’ Oliver seemed content with my reply, but didn’t look half as smug as I’d expected. He just looked … happy. Replete.

  ‘You’re pretty intense, too, you know? As is the connection between us,’ I admitted, still amazed by just how potent it was to be within touching distance of this amazing man.

  ‘It is. That’s why I knew we’d be so good together.’ He smiled. ‘You were so perfect, Robyn. I suspected you would enjoy submitting, but I never expected you to take to it so immediately. How are you feeling now that you’ve come down from it?’

  ‘Emotionally drained,’ I mumbled, my body feeling so heavy I could hardly bear the thought of moving. ‘It was just so incredibly consuming. I feel exhausted now; it’s like I’ve run a marathon.’

  ‘Yes, this type of sex can require good stamina levels,’ Oliver commented lightly.

  This type of sex. I blushed at his words and lowered my face away from his.

  He didn’t let me hide for long, though, and used his thumb to gently tip my face up again just seconds later so that he could stare into my eyes. ‘You need to shake off this shame that you seem to be feeling. What we have just done together was done as two consenting adults. You said yourself that it was the best sexual experience of your life, so why should you feel ashamed by it? Just because it might not be considered the norm to use things like nipple clamps doesn’t mean it’s wrong.’

  ‘I know. I think it’ll just take a bit of getting used to, that’s all.’ Something disturbing suddenly occurred to me. ‘We hadn’t decided to progress things before this trip, so why were those clamps in your case?’

  Oliver paused for several seconds, and from the twitching at the corners of his lips, it looked decidedly like he was trying to suppress a smile. ‘Are you asking if I was planning a trip to Fantasia without you?’

  Shocked, I sat up straighter and tried to drag the blanket up to cover myself. I hadn’t been thinking that, but I was now. ‘Were you?’ I blurted, knowing that my outraged tone wo
uldn’t have been tolerated a few minutes ago during our scene.

  Instead of replying, he merely raised his arm and propped it behind his head, reclining lazily on the bed and showing off his bloody gorgeous chest to perfection, before asking a question of his own. ‘Would you have been jealous?’

  ‘No.’ I practically spat my response.

  I barely even saw Oliver move, but suddenly I found myself being flipped over onto my stomach with apparent ease, before the sheet was thrown back and a stinging spank landed on my bottom.

  ‘Don’t lie to me. Never lie to me. Remember it’s one of the rules. I won’t tolerate it being broken.’

  One hand was gently pressing me into the bed to stop me moving, while his other was now soothing my bum over the thin layer of my panties. It tickled, and I squirmed below his touch, quite surprised by how much I had enjoyed both of the spankings tonight. ‘Well, stop teasing me then!’

  Another spank landed, this time on the opposite buttock, and just a little firmer than the previous one. ‘And lose the cheek, little one. It doesn’t suit you. Not in the bedroom, anyway. I enjoy the way you challenge me, Robyn, you constantly make me rethink myself. I wouldn’t ever want that to stop, but in the bedroom, I’m in control.’

  I couldn’t deny the fact that I had very much enjoyed how he had taken control in here, so, pulling in a slow breath, I pushed away my sarcasm, and turned my head towards him.

  ‘Yes,’ I whispered.

  His eyes flicked around my face, then he frowned. ‘Yes?’

  Nodding, I gave a small shrug, deciding to admit my feelings. ‘Yes, I would have been jealous if you’d gone to the club without me.’

  His nostrils flared as he drew in a small, sharp breath, but then he gave one small nod and leaned down to place a kiss on the top of my head. ‘I had no intentions of using those clamps with anyone but you. In fact, they are brand new, purchased specifically for you in the hope that you would one day decide to explore with me. I simply packed them because I’m an optimist. I’d been hoping that spending some time together would help you decide, and it seems that it did.’

  They were brand new? And just for me? Well, that made me feel quite a bit better. Relaxing, I wiggled my bum under his hand, hoping for some more of his touch.

  Oliver chuckled, and gave my bottom another squeeze, accompanied by an appreciative hum, before laying a kiss on my shoulder blade and pulling me back below the covers. ‘As tempting as that is, you’re tired. Save that thought for tomorrow. Let’s sleep.’

  And sleep I did. Almost as soon as he’d said the words I felt my eyelids drooping as if as if they, too, were obediently following his every command.

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Robyn

  As soon as I woke up, I knew that I was alone. Oliver’s body heat last night had been intense and blanketing as I’d slipped into my slumber, but now I was cold, and definitely not being cradled by his strong arms any more.

  I extended my hand to my side, just to check, but feeling the cool sheets beside me, I sat up and glanced across to see if Oliver was in the room. He wasn’t, and confusingly, as I looked around, I saw my belongings on the dresser, and my coat hanging on the hook.

  I was in my own suite?

  I had definitely fallen asleep in his arms last night, in his room, but running my hands over the soft cotton I found my sheets crumped and warm, indicating that I’d spent a fair while in them. The pillow next to mine, however, was untouched, seeming to indicate that Oliver hadn’t joined me. Somehow, at some point, he had moved me back into my own bed and left me here, but when, and more importantly, why?

  Could it be that sleeping alone was one of his rules, too, and he’d forgotten to mention it to me?

  As I sat there pondering this, there was a knock at the door to my suite, shortly followed by a muffled voice calling out that it was room service.

  I quickly pulled on the robe provided by the hotel, opened the door, and found a smartly dressed waiter holding a large tray. ‘Buenos días, señora. Breakfast, compliments of Señor Wolfe. He also asked me to give you this note.’ I accepted the envelope he was holding out to me, then waited for him to place down the breakfast tray and leave. Frowning, I looked down at the note and slid my finger under the tab of the envelope to open it.

  Robyn,

  My apologies that I am not with you this morning, I have some business to attend to in the city. Have a lazy morning, or perhaps sightsee, and I shall meet you in the hotel foyer at 1 p.m.

  Yours, Oliver

  Scanning the note again, I relaxed, my earlier anxiety at his absence now quelled by his explanation. I ran my fingertip across the neat, slanting script, and smiled at his sign-off before placing it down on the table.

  Yours. I wondered if he meant that in the way I was hoping.

  Oliver

  Sipping my coffee, I adjusted my sunglasses and tried to focus on watching the world go by for a few minutes. After just a few seconds, however, my mind predictably returned once again to Robyn, and I sighed, before removing my glasses and rubbing at my face.

  She’d been the entire focus of my thoughts since I’d moved her back to her room at a little past two o’clock this morning. I’d had to move her, because after she’d fallen asleep all I’d been able to do was stare at her and absorb every tiny detail of her face, and I’d been at risk of having a completely sleepless night. Even with her safely back in her own bed, I’d barely slept, and although it was true that I’d had some business to attend to, I could have easily rearranged it. I hadn’t, though, because after the events of last night I’d needed a few hours to myself to try to get my head straight.

  I’d had a few hours now, though, and I still couldn’t quite process how I felt. But what scared me more, was how much I was feeling. I’d known Robyn was special to me, more so that any woman that had come before, but dios, it was overwhelming just what feelings she had sparked in me.

  Drawing in a breath, I tried to re-establish my usual calm and control. Given that last night had been one of the most incredible of my life, it was quite a difficult task.

  Perhaps instead of focusing on my feelings, I should concentrate on the physical side of things. That might help distract me and get me back on track. Sex. It was one of my favourite pastimes, and perfect to lose myself in as a distraction. I still had the best part of a week to enjoy with Robyn; five nights where we could explore her submission to me.

  A wicked smile curled on my lips. Yes, that was exactly what I’d concentrate on. Standing up, I drained my coffee cup, put my shades back on, and strode with purpose back in the direction of the hotel.

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Oliver

  Robyn had recently showered after another day spent sightseeing, but it had been a pointless act, seeing as I fully intended to have her warm and sweating again within a matter of minutes.

  A trickle of water ran down her chest, slowing as it reached the peak of one nipple, then curving sideways into the valley between her naked breasts. I watched avidly as she shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips, and her back arching further as I trailed the melting ice cube across her collar bones. It was the most erotic of sights, and I absorbed every tiny detail of it. Every tiny detail of her.

  Robyn let out another small whimper, and I smirked at her response, my cock giving another leap in my trousers and reminding me that I was well overdue for some release – but that could wait. I was enjoying the scene before me far too much to rush it.

  Robyn knelt on the foot of the bed, naked, legs spread, blindfolded, and demonstrating a perfect example of her ready position. I hadn’t allowed her the privacy of her knickers tonight as I had last night, and as anticipated, her pussy was just as beautiful as the rest of her; with a neatly trimmed strip of hair and pretty pink lips which were already shining with her arousal and begging for me to touch them, or perhaps taste.

  I’d decided to introduce a little light bondage tonight, too, and had borrowed a metal spreader ba
r and a long length of velvet from Fantasia to assist me. I’d used the bar between her knees, attaching the leather cuffs so that even though she was kneeling, she could no longer close her legs if she tried.

  I loved the way she was now so open to me, but what had surprised me more, was just how much Robyn had seemed to like it when I attached the bar. My little Robyn was taking to this lifestyle in great leaps and bounds, and her enthusiasm for it all thrilled me no end.

  As for the velvet, I had tied her arms behind her back. Her wrists were bound together tightly and attached to the lower half of the bedpost. It presented her beautiful breasts to perfection. She looked utterly gorgeous, and I very much doubted that I would be able to maintain my control of last night and keep my cock in my trousers.

  I was desperate for release. So much so, that I’d been hard on and off for the best part of the day. I’d denied myself, though, and so the temptation to remove my trousers was almost overwhelming. I kept the thin barrier in place, however, as a reminder that I needed to maintain my control, even if only for a short while longer. I wanted to get off almost as much as I wanted my next breath, but I would ensure that Robyn climaxed first.

  Having placed the ice cube back into the glass, I circled her nipples with my chilled fingers, delighting in her breathy moan, and the way she bit down on her lower lip to try and keep control of herself.

  I drew a fresh ice cube from the glass, dropped to my knees, and lowered my face between her legs, inhaling her delicious musky arousal, before leaning back slightly and running my tongue from the cuff at her knee all the way up the inside of her thigh. As soon as I had lapped my way to the apex of her legs, I sat back and followed the trail with the ice cube, shocking her heated body with the cold ice, and causing goose pimples to pop on her skin.