“If only looks could kill, Katherine,” he drawled, his smile wicked. “I suggest you do what you’re told, or a helluva lot of people will be seeing your amazingly fuckable body.”

She lowered herself to her knees under his smug gaze, took his pulsing dick in her hands, and pulled it away from his body. His erection was hard as nails, she could feel the torque in her wrists as she hauled him downward to her mouth and licked a path up the velvety flesh.

He groaned softly, gripped her shoulders. “Slowly now,” he murmured. “It’s not a race.”

She instinctively complied to his soft command, as though her senses were trained to respond, as though her body understood the rewards for compliance. Her nipples instantly peaked, her sex turned liquid, sybaritic anticipation coiled deep inside—ignoring all her unresolved resentments.

But his threat was real and whether she loved or hated his authority—either she did what he wanted or he’d carry her naked past all the guests.

She didn’t, for a second, question his audacity.

Straightening her spine, she stretched to fully accommodate him with her mouth. Then, dipping her head, she readjusted her grip on his rigid dick, sliding her fingers upward slightly to guide his swollen crest to her mouth. Her jaw strained as she opened wide to ease what she could of the huge erection past her lips, her sex fluttering, warmth spreading between her legs as she selfishly wished his mouth were doing her, or better yet his dick.

“Deeper,” he grunted, tapping her cheek.

If her mouth weren’t full, she would have sworn at him. On the other hand, if she wanted to feel him inside her soon, if a selfish quid pro quo was on her agenda, she’d do well not to offend. In fact, might he oblige her now if she asked? She began to pull away to do just that when his hand cupped her head, dragged her back, and the broad, smooth head of his dick hit the back of her throat. He exhaled in a hoarse groan and as his quads gently flexed against her forearms, he breathed, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

His strained expletive echoed hotly in her aching core. She felt her breathing quicken, heard Dominic’s muted groans as he began to move again, and she experienced a small moment of triumph knowing she could do that to him. The ruthless master of the universe was vulnerable after all. She glanced up. His eyes were shut, his hands pressed against the door, his breathing ragged.

Sliding his fingers through her hair, he growled, “Don’t stop,” and forced the rhythm again—half choking her for a second until she grabbed one of his balls in warning. He swore, but his grip loosened. “Watch it, baby.” He spoke in a rasp. “It’s your toy too.” Brushing the pad of his finger over the verge of her upper lip, he watched his dick slide in, dragged in a sharp breath at the fantastic rush, and then guided the motion more benevolently. Slowly in, her mouth warm and wet, her lips tensile slick as she sucked him in, the explosive jolt as the head of his dick prodded the back of her throat, so staggering each time his reflexes were momentarily numbed and he forgot to breathe. Jesus fuck. Then he’d come around, start breathing again, restlessly watch his dick slide out of her mouth, and wait for the next incredible head-banger kick.

It was unhurried splendor; Dominic wanted it to last. With both feet in the grave he’d still remember these moments, he thought, his low, muffled grunts calibrating the insane bliss, validating Katherine’s truly fuckable mouth.

Dominic’s deep, guttural intonations, his hoarse pleasure sounds, reverberated with primal intensity through Kate’s vulnerable senses, wildly provoked and aroused, as if her body were blindly in sync, as if her carnal passions automatically responded to his voiceless grunts, as if on some Darwinian level she was responding to Dominic as dominant male.

Her nipples were tight and hard, the throbbing deep inside audacious, her impatience for him, for sex, frenzied. He had only to exert his authority, insist on obedience, and she yielded with shameless anticipation. As if her body had been trained to recognize his cues, to submit without question, to uncompromisingly please him.

“Stop.” A blunt, grating command, quickly effected, his palms pressing hard against her face, holding her in place, his dick filling her mouth.

Startled, her gaze came up in alarm.

“You okay? I’m not hurting you am I?”

His hands were warm on her cheeks, his fingers gently massaging his erection through her skin. She tried to shake her head in answer.

Whether he understood or her response didn’t matter, he smiled. “Do you like when I have this much power over you? Do you like to service me, baby? I sure as hell like it,” he murmured, clearly not requiring an answer. “Move now,” he said softly, releasing his grip. “Slowly. Oh, fuck… that’s good. You’re learning, baby.” He slowly exhaled, gently flexed his hips, shut his eyes briefly as she gasped, took him deeper, and the world went still for a second. “You’re getting good at this,” he breathed a moment later when his brain started up again. “Maybe we could teach you to like it rough. Maybe with enough repetition—you’ll learn to like it any way I want.” Grabbing her chin, he abruptly withdrew his dick, forced her head up. “What do you say, baby? You always like to come. You’re willing to do just about anything for that, aren’t you? So you’ll learn, won’t you? Answer me, baby.” His fingers were leaving marks on her face; she couldn’t move her head. “Blink for yes.”

She dragged in a breath, tried to ignore the hard pulsing between her legs, the powerful raging lust screaming through her senses. A second passed, his fingers bit deeper. She blinked.