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  “Motion granted.”

  Chapter 4

  Damian bent to kiss her before slipping back into the tub, moving her to once again sit between his legs, her back to his front, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts, fingers stroking over her turgid nipples. He nuzzled her neck before giving the flesh a sharp nip. “Just relax, baby. Close your eyes and let go. I’ve got you.”

  Mia knew that he did and didn’t hesitate to obey. She tilted her neck a bit to allow him better access and closed her eyes, moaning as he released one nipple to slide his hand down her stomach.

  His breath wafted over her ear. “Spread your legs wide for me.” His fingers slid lower after she obeyed, and he uttered his next command. “You’ll be my really good girl and come for me, won’t you, baby?”

  “Oh, yes… yes, sir.” It was as if she’d been primed for weeks and just waiting for his order. His voice, his control, his very dominance caused waves of submission to wash over her.

  His fingers were magical, one hand alternating between her breasts, tugging, twisting and pulling on her nipples as his other hand worked between the lips of her sex. When he drove two fingers inside, she arched, water splashing at the sensation of being filled. “Oh… God,” she groaned as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her, pressing against the soft spongy area of her G-spot, her body coiling at the promise of intense pleasure. When his thumb began to circle her clitoris, she arched again, moaning as he played her body like a fine instrument. His tongue laved the column of her neck, his teeth nibbled and then bit her earlobe as she gave herself over to him. Gone were the horrors of the day, replaced by nothing but sensation. Another finger entered her, stretching her, filling her until her hands moved to grip the edges of the tub, her moans echoing in the room.

  “That’s right, come for me, Mia. Come now.” A few harder thrusts, a sharp pull of her nipple, another bite on her neck, and a press against her swollen clit had her obeying. Her body imploded and stars burst beneath her eyelids as she came hard, her pussy clenching around the fingers that continued to drive inside her.

  “Damian!” she gasped when she felt another climax approaching. “It’s too much…” she mewled, one hand moving to grasp his as she brought her legs together.

  “Naughty, move your hand and spread your legs wide. You’ll come again,” he said, his voice low and yet not allowing her to question his order.

  Mia opened her legs again, knowing she wasn’t in control. He was. If his fingers could drive her to such pleasure, she couldn’t help but wonder how his cock would feel.

  “Please…” she said, moving her hand behind her, anxious to wrap her fingers around his cock.

  “No,” he said. “Hands on the edge of the tub. This is about you. Just feel,” he whispered against her ear. “I want your pussy to squeeze my fingers, I want to feel you come apart. Come for me, Mia.” Her eyes drifted closed only to have him say, “No, open your eyes. I want to see your pleasure in your gorgeous baby blues. I want to watch as you watch my fingers play.” Her cheeks heated as she opened her eyes to see his fingers plucking at her nipples which were swollen and red, pulsing with the beat of her heart. She saw his hand between her legs, witnessed the erotic sight as his fingers appeared and disappeared inside her pussy as he finger fucked her. She gasped as he withdrew his fingers from her pussy, only to slip them into his mouth and suckle as if he were tasting the most delicious ambrosia. She whined, feeling empty and then moaned as he thrust them into her again, lifting her hips, allowing him to go deeper, to fuck her harder. The muscles of her abdomen clenched as she prepared to obey again. This time when she erupted, she screamed as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. It seemed to last a lifetime as time disappeared and she accepted every convulsion of her pussy, every throb of her clit, every pulse of her nipples until, with a drawn out moan, she collapsed against him, her chest heaving, and her soft sounds of pleasure had him pressing his lips against her cheek.

  “You’re the real kitty. I love it when you purr,” he said, slipping his fingers free and giving her aching nipples a gentle massage. He kept her in his arms until she found the energy to stir, and only then did he reach for the washcloth and bar of soap that Lynn had left on the edge of the tub.

  She’d never had a man give her a bath before and found it almost as pleasurable as their earlier activity. She was compliant in his hands, allowing him to bend her forward to wash her back and then turning to face him so he could wash her front. As rough as he’d been before, he was gentle now, washing her breasts and nipples that still ached, the caress causing them to pucker yet again. He bent to give each a kiss, her pussy spasming, her arousal returning. The cloth moved between her legs and she moaned at the touch and yet spread her legs obediently at his softly issued command to open.

  He was careful as he washed her legs and knees, which were abraded from skidding over the concrete of the street. Once he set the cloth aside, he turned her back to him again and instructed her to lean her head back so he could wash her hair. His fingers massaging her scalp had her groaning again.

  “God, that feels incredible,” she said softly, her eyes closed as he ran his hands through her dark hair. “You’ve got amazing hands… well, when you’re not smacking my butt, that is.”

  He chuckled and she felt his lips on her shoulder in a gentle kiss. “Be my good girl and I won’t have to smack your cute little butt, now will I? Keep your eyes closed.” He turned off the jets, opened the drain on the tub and then started the water again in order to use the hand-held shower head to rinse her hair and the suds away from her body. After turning the taps off, he kissed her neck and said, “All right. You can open them.”

  Once she had, she turned around, her eyes drifting to where his cock still stood erect. “Let me,” she said softly, reaching for the cloth in his hand. When he hesitated, she looked into his eyes. “Please, sir. Let me bathe you.”

  With a nod, he handed her the cloth and she quickly lathered it and then began to wash his chest. She loved his body. It was lean and hard, his abdominal muscles well-defined. She loved the slight hiss he gave when she wrapped the cloth around his cock, looking into his eyes as her hand began to move up and down, her fingers tightening and relaxing, the cloth disappearing as she wanted to feel his skin without a barrier between them. He was very well endowed, more and more of his shaft appearing as the water level lowered. With a grin, she scooted back a bit and then bent forward. Remembering his earlier tone, his orders, she paused and looked up.

  “May I, sir?” she asked and watched his eyes darken with pleasure.

  He reached out to stroke a finger down her cheek. “I’d love for you to suck my cock, but honey, I really don’t want you to overdo it. You said you had a headache.”

  “Not any longer,” she said, actually a bit surprised to discover that the pounding in her skull had disappeared. “Either your brother’s pills did their magic or your fingers all over me cured that particular ache.”

  He grinned. “It was probably the spanking driving out that guilt.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I doubt that.” She ran her hand up his shaft again. “Now, how about I relieve the ache I know you must be feeling?”

  He nodded and she bent forward, opening her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to lick at the slit of his cock, lapping up the precum that had already gathered. With a soft moan of pleasure, she then took the large mushroom shaped head into her mouth, closing her lips around it and sucking. She felt his hand at the back of her head, fingers tightening in her hair and felt her body respond instantly. The knowledge that she was pleasuring him gave her pleasure. With most of his cock still beneath the water, she concentrated on what was above the surface, slipping her hand beneath to fondle his balls.

  Wanting to draw out the pleasure, Mia went slowly, moving down his shaft as the water drained. She suckled and stroked his shaft while rolling his testicles in her palm, kneading them gently with her fingers. His fingers stroked through her hair an
d his soft groans whenever she suckled harder and gave tiny flicks of her tongue, thrilled her. Taking more of him into her mouth, she felt his cockhead nudge the back of her throat. Her body had broken out in goose bumps and she didn’t know if it was because the warm water was sluicing away or the fact that she realized she still had several inches to take if she were to truly deep throat him. Taking a long, deep breath, she took another inch, the feel of him in her throat causing her nipples to tighten and her pussy to gush. His groan had her taking another inch and then another. She felt his balls drawing up and knew that he was close to coming and readied herself to take his seed. For some reason, she didn’t even question if he’d pull away, knowing instinctively that Damian wasn’t the type of man to expect anything but full compliance… a job properly completed. And when his fingers fisted her hair, she knew she was right as he held her in place. He gave a growl as his semen shot into her throat. She swallowed again and again, not wanting to disappoint, and enjoying the sense of pleasuring the man who had so pleasured her. Only when he’d stopped erupting, his balls going soft again, did she begin to pull back, taking a few deep breaths before giving a final lick to make sure she’d taken all he had to give, enjoying the salty taste of him before letting him slip from her mouth.

  Looking up, she was prepared to thank him when he bent down and covered her mouth with his. This kiss was not gentle and sent waves of heat through her. His lips crushed hers, his tongue demanding entrance. It was only when they needed to breathe that he released her, pulling her close against his chest, his lips against her hair. They sat for several minutes before he gave her another quick kiss.

  “You’re looking a little pruny,” Damian said, moving her back so that he could stand.

  “What a sweet thing to say,” Mia said, batting her eyelashes. “Compliments like that will get you… hmmm, what’s the word I’m searching for? Oh yes, absolutely nothing!”

  He grinned and lifted her from the tub, reaching around to pop her ass.

  “Hey!”

  “Sass like that will get you a spanking each and every time,” he said, pulling her into his arms. “And notice, I didn’t even have to search for the word I wanted.” He loved her soft huff of complaint and the kiss she willingly accepted before he stepped back to grab one of the towels off the counter.

  Moving to wrap it around her, he noticed that her butt still bore a bit of color from her earlier spanking, one cheek slightly darker than the other. He popped her again and she squealed.

  “Stop that!”

  He tucked the end of the towel above her breasts before kissing the tip of her nose. “Just wanted to make sure you’re balanced.”

  “Balanced? I told you, I’m not dizzy… oh.” She rolled her eyes as understanding dawned. “Seriously? What’s wrong with you? I’m beginning to think you have some sort of… fetish.”

  He chuckled. “Babe, you have no idea how many fetishes I might have.” He wrapped another towel around his waist and then picked up the comb Lynn had left on the counter. Turning her back to him, he began to comb out the tangles in her hair.

  “Hmmm, what kind of fetishes?”

  “You’re just going to have to wait and find out.” At her soft whine of complaint, he turned her to face him. “Just as I will have to discover exactly what sort of kink turns you on. I have an idea that neither of us is going to regret going through the discovery process.” Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright. God, she was adorable. When her stomach growled, he chuckled. “Let’s get you dressed and fed.”

  With her hair tangle free, he reached for the nightgown Lynn had left and Mia obediently lifted her arms to allow him to slip it over her head, the hem brushing her mid-thigh.

  “Ready?” he asked, gathering up the towels and her ruined clothing.

  “Wait,” she said, “I need my panties.”

  “No, you don’t,” he said, dropping everything, including his clothing, into the hamper.

  “But, Damian, I feel naked!”

  He chuckled. “You’re not naked and your gown is plenty long enough to keep you covered. Just don’t bend over too far.” When she began to bluster, he reached around and swatted her ass. “If you continue, you’ll not only have to worry about flashing your front, but a red bottom. Understood?”

  She froze and then gave him a nod.

  “Words,” he reminded, every cell in his body knowing that he’d finally found the one woman who was made for him.

  “Yes, sir,” she said and then giggled. “At least I’m wearing something. You’ve got nothing but a towel!”

  “Ah, you forget, I’ve got a twin brother,” Damian said, taking her hand and unlocking the door. He led her to a different bedroom and she stood waiting as he pulled on a pair of Davis’ jeans and a black t-shirt. Once he’d pulled on a fresh pair of socks, realizing that her feet might be cold, he picked her up and set her on the bed before going to the dresser to pull out another pair of socks. Returning, he saw that she wasn’t watching him but looking at the head of the bed. He gave a quick glance to see that evidence of the lifestyle his brother and sister-in-law lived wasn’t concealed. A leather strap hung from a hook next to the headboard and a bottle of lube as well as a paddle sat on one nightstand.

  “You weren’t joking, were you?” she asked as he lifted one foot to pull a sock over it.

  “About what?”

  “You know, when you said your brother would… Davis spanks Lynn, doesn’t he?”

  “He believes in being the head of his household, like I do,” Damian answered, lifting her other foot.

  “May I ask you something?”

  “You can ask me anything you wish,” he said, understanding she wasn’t going to be asking something silly by the tone in her voice.

  “Were you really serious… I mean, when you said that about repeat offenders. You really would spank me again?”

  “Absolutely,” he said without a moment’s hesitation.

  “Even though it hurts?”

  “I will never ask anything of you that will harm you, and I expect obedience.”

  “A spanking would harm me,” she protested.

  He asked a serious question of his own. “I’ve spanked you already. Do you feel harmed?”

  “Well, no, but it didn’t feel great either.”

  “No, I’m sure it didn’t. A spanking hurts but only for a little while. There’s a huge difference between a little hurt and harm.” He grinned again when she gave him a skeptical look. “And, if you’re a really, really good girl, one day I promise I’ll show you how a spanking can have you begging for more.”

  “I seriously doubt that,” she said, but this time she gave him a soft smile.

  He lifted her off the bed, giving her a quick kiss. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” he said once he released her. “I’m starving, let’s eat.”

  Chapter 5

  They went through the living room, Mia smiling when she saw Kitty sprawled on a large cushion on the floor, flanked on each side by a dachshund. “Isn’t that cute?”

  “Hmph,” Damian said, “Don’t let that scene fool you. I’m willing to bet they’re just recharging their batteries. Let’s enjoy the calm while we can.”

  Mia giggled and he grinned as they continued on to the kitchen where they found Davis sitting at the table and sipping a cup of coffee as he watched the television, reaching to turn it off when they entered.

  “No, don’t,” Damian said. “It’s better if we keep up with what’s being reported.”

  “Are you sure?” Davis asked, looking from him to Mia. “They just announced a press conference. It might be disturbing.”

  “I’m fine,” Mia insisted. “I don’t want to be kept in the dark.”

  Davis gave her a look, then perused his brother from the top of his wet head to his sock-covered feet. “Well, you do look a lot better. That bath obviously did you both some good.” He grinned before he continued. “From what Damian has told me, you’re one hell of a strong
woman. Here, sit down. If Lynn gets home to discover I haven’t fed you, she’ll not be a happy camper.”

  “Bro, you’re slipping,” Damian teased. “Your wife has hit me twice now and you’re worried about her being a happy camper. Tsk, tsk.”

  Davis grinned. “Sounds like she’s asking for a little attention. But for now, how about some food?”

  “Sounds good, I’m starving,” Damian repeated, pulling a chair out from the table.

  “I can help,” Mia said, only to have both men shake their heads.

  “No, you just relax. Coffee, tea, soda or water?” Davis asked.

  “She’s a coffee-aholic,” Damian informed his brother, moving to pour her a mug once she’d taken a seat. “Hot, half coffee, half cream, sweet, and plenty of it, isn’t that right?”

  “Yes, sir,” Mia responded and then blushed when Davis shot his brother a look, which Damian just ignored. He placed the coffee before Mia, dropped a kiss on top of her head and then helped Davis serve up plates of spaghetti. Davis added a basket of garlic bread and they sat down to eat. Damian kept his eyes on the screen and when the commercials ended and the news came on, he reached to turn up the volume.

  “That’s Randall,” Mia said, only to be shushed. They listened to the district attorney as reporters shouted questions at him. He lifted his hands and waited until the din died down before he spoke.

  “As I said earlier, I’m going to give a statement but will not be answering any questions at this time. Here is what I know. Yes, a mistrial was declared today based on jury tampering when a young woman was discovered as having previous connections with the defendant. She disappeared before the judge could question her involvement, and I’m very sad to report that her body was found a few hours ago.”

  “Oh my God! She’s dead?” Mia said, her hand going to her throat before her eyes brightened with hope. “Oh, maybe she’s just pretending… like me?”