Gia hesitated, her dark eyes searching his face as if looking for answers. “What if someone walks in?”

“Leave that to me.” He smiled as he shut the door to the dressing room, enclosing them alone together.

After another hesitation, she nodded and dropped her hands to her blouse, her trembling fingers working the buttons.

Jason knew that Gia she was still a police officer who, if caught, would face censure for breaking the law. It had worried her in their past. After playing the role of parent to her niece and nephew, it would worry her even more. But she still trusted him enough to peel off the gauzy shirt covering her pretty breasts and slide it to the floor.

He began loosening his own shirt buttons, watching as she fiddled with the waistband of her skirt and hesitated. Gia had to work through this in her head. She’d always had an exhibitionist streak, but struggled with letting go away from the privacy of the bedroom.

“Off with the skirt. You didn’t disobey me and wear panties, did you?”

“No.” Gia sounded breathy and aroused, just the way he liked her.

“Good.” He waited until she pushed the skirt down her hips and stepped out, holding it in front of her like a shield. “Hand it to me.”

She swallowed nervously and paused, then finally held the skirt out to him. Perhaps he’d ease up and take pity on her if her nipples weren’t peaking through her thin bra and she didn’t already look wet.

Damn it, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. It might sound trite, but every time he explored Gia’s body, he found something new to appreciate, another way to savor her.

For now, he merely pushed her comfort zone by hanging the skirt over the top of the door behind him, far out of her reach. “Now your bra.”

Her fingers curled up as she formed fists. She pressed her lips together. Jason could see the pulse beating furiously at her neck. His wife was going to give into him, and the thought drove him mad with anticipation. Fire seared his veins, engorged his cock. He fought the urge to grab her and tear the undergarment away, then shove her down on his stiff length until she took every inch. Instead, he snapped his fingers, letting her know that his thin patience had given way to expectation.

She let out a shuddering breath. “Jason…”

“Your safe word is still divorce. It’s your only out. Unless you want to use it, give me your bra now. If you make me wait any longer, I’ll spank you here and now. I won’t care at all who hears.”

Her eyes went round. Gia believed him. Good, because every word was the truth.

He held out his hand again. “You’ve got three seconds.”

“You’re pushing me.”

And she was stalling.

“It’s what a Dom does.” He wriggled his fingers.

With a little wince, she reached behind her and pulled off her bra, then handed it to him. Jason barely looked. He was far too focused on her breasts, their natural weight plump and pretty as they rested gently on her chest. Her nipples stood straight and so beautifully engorged. He’d started this to remind her how satisfied she felt when she put her submission into his hands. But no way could he ignore how stunning she looked.

Without once taking his gaze from her, he slung her bra on top of her skirt. “Come closer. Cradle your breasts in your hands and present me your nipples.”

At his words, she whimpered, but she did as he’d commanded, settling her palms underneath the weight of her orbs and lifting them up just enough to thrust their hard tips higher.

Jason watched her image reflected in the trifold mirror. They showed him her body from every angle, and he decided then to install one near his bathtub just so he could watch her emerge from the warm water, skin steaming and dripping, for his viewing pleasure.

Easing into the simple black and chrome chair behind him, he stared at Gia as she edged nearer. Hungry, ready, he itched to fasten his hands on her hips and drag her close enough to taste. Instead, he waited. She had to dredge up her courage and dig a little deeper into her submission with every step forward she took.

Finally, their knees bumped, and he cast his gaze from her nipples to her face. Nervously, she licked her lips. Smiling, he scanned the rest of her. Gia’s flat belly twitched. She looked far wetter than the last time he’d peeked.

Excellent.

“Spread your legs.”

She stepped out a few inches with her right foot, still supporting her breasts in her hands. God, what a gorgeous sight. Aroused, offering herself, so lush and wanton…

“Wider. Straddle my legs,” he said, slouching in the chair and enjoying the view.

Gia frowned, her dark brows forming a frown. She glanced down toward his lap and stepped forward, the inside of her knee brushing his thigh. Awkwardly, she stumbled closer, spreading her legs wider until she straddled his own.

Every delectable part of her was on display for him. She might look hesitant, but he knew her desire and the need to submit had overcome her caution. Breathless, she stood, waiting, looking down at him with need glowing in her eyes.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he demanded softly.

“That you make me ache and want you when I shouldn’t.”

He petted her thigh, curled his fingers around to the back of her leg, and prowled up until he cupped her ass. “Why shouldn’t you desire your husband? We won’t get caught.”

“You don’t love me.”

Jason pulled her into his lap, her thighs gripping his hips before he grabbed her chin. “I will place your needs above my own and take care of you until the end of time. I will never let you hunger or suffer or worry. I will bear your burdens, father your children, and hold your hand. No man will ever give you more.”

And he refused to let this topic fester any more between them now. He’d rather drown out her thoughts with pleasure.

Cradling her head in his hands, he yanked her toward him. Her lips crashed into his. Gia gasped, conveniently opening to him. Jason took advantage, sliding inside to claim her with a ravaging kiss.

Intent on stealing her breath, he stroked ever deeper into the silky heaven of her mouth. He tasted the little butterscotch candy she’d sucked on just before they arrived. The musky dew of her cream wafted in the air between them. In his head, the two blended for a sensory buzz that had him reeling.

Jason urged her closer. Fuck, he had to get inside her soon.

But he had to fulfill her first. Gia needed to surrender, to pull that submissive part out of her and give everything over to him so he could make her feel safe. So she’d be whole. So they’d have a stronger bond.

As he broke away from the kiss, he nudged her back and helped her to her feet. He leaned to retrieve a skirt the sales associate had brought Gia to try on and ripped the belt from its delicate loops. “Turn around.”

She closed her eyes as if she had to steel herself or find courage, but she did exactly as he asked.

“Keep your legs spread and give me your hands.”

Gia looked at the two of them in the mirror, her gaze bouncing from her completely exposed body to his face, trying to read him. He remained purposely blank. When she’d submitted and pleased them both, he would make sure she felt his approval.

Finally, she stepped wide again and wound her hands around to the small of her back. He grabbed them with greedy glee and looped the wide cloth belt around her wrists, loose enough to allow blood to flow, but tight enough to keep her under his control.

Taking her hips in his hands again, he turned Gia to face him. “Pretty. I always like you bound and merciless. Now be a good girl and suck my cock.”

Her breath caught, and she cut her gaze to the dressing room door. They had at least fifteen minutes before anyone interrupted them.

“Focus on me,” he snapped as he unbuckled his belt and slid the button free. The zipper went down with a little hiss.

Gia’s breathing picked up speed. She bit her lip as if nerves dive-bombed her, but her skin flushed and her nipples looked harder than ever. The fear of being caught was part of the game for her. It scared her, but not enough to stop playing.

“Yes, Master.”

The words fell from her lips, an automatic response she’d given to him a thousand times when they’d played at Dominion. He’d always loved hearing her shaky little voice acquiescing to his every dirty demand. But now it meant so much more. Whether Gia intended it or not, she was letting him past her walls, allowing him back into her psyche, trusting him.

The thrill of that raced through him as she lowered herself to one knee, clearly intending to kneel to her task.

“No,” he corrected. “Stand with your legs spread and bend at the waist. I want to see your pussy in the mirror.”

She blinked at him. Somehow, he still managed to shock his little wife every now and then, and that gave him a supreme thrill.

As he wrapped his hand around his engorged staff, holding it up to her, she began to obey, bending to him slowly. About halfway down, he stopped her with a finger under her chin. “Open your mouth. Let me see how you intend to take me.”

Her lips parted. Her brown eyes darkened. He released her face and filtered his fingers into her hair, bracing around her neck to urge her down.

As she wrapped her plump lips around his cock, he hissed in a breath at the shock of sensation. He focused straight ahead, staring down the line of her back and into the mirror. Every swollen fold of her drenched pussy reflected back at him, pink and scrumptious—and all his.

Gia curled her tongue around his length, worked the head with a series of slow licks and long pulls, then took him deep, right to the back of her throat. Heat. Thrill. Power. Jason felt drunk on them. But his wife intoxicated him most, her aching, almost desperate submission igniting his blood and torching him like gasoline on a bonfire.

“Good, baby. Yes…” He fisted her tresses and guided her to a faster rhythm. “Don’t tease me or you know what will happen.”

She bobbed her head, both nodding her agreement and razing him with a soft glide of lips back up his cock. Her teeth glided over the head. Biting back a moan, he urged her on even faster.

Fuck, she looked pretty and helpless. She sucked him like she wanted only his pleasure. She saturated him in a heady grip of desire. She was…his world. There was no way he was leaving this dressing room until she’d screamed her release.

He tugged gently on her hair. “Stop.”

Gia licked her way to the head of his cock, then looked up. Their stares met. Her dark eyes looked doe-soft and yearning. He’d tapped into her submissive nature, and now she couldn’t wait to give him more. She pleaded silently, as if she worried that she’d displeased him or that he’d spurn her. Immediately, he put her fears to rest.

Jason locked his lips with hers, breathing her in as he urged her mouth open and tasted her. Why did she reach into his chest and yank without mercy at the damnedest times? He wanted to consume her, shove her against the wall and fuck her madly. But he also wanted to slide his skin against hers, his heart beating in sync with hers. He wanted her beside him every damn night of their lives. Jason wasn’t exactly sure why he’d fixated on her, but he couldn’t deny the truth.

“Please…”

Gia’s voice cracked. A glance told him that she neared the end of her rope. And if he didn’t want to be interrupted, they were running out of time.

Jason fished a condom from his pocket and shoved it on in seconds before he snagged her arm and pulled her onto his lap, her legs dangling over the sides of the chair. He sought her opening and plunged deep, filling her cunt completely in seconds. Gia gasped sharply.

Because her hands were tied behind her, she had no choice but to rest all her weight on him. She also had no way to pull back. No leverage. No control, and he fucking loved it.

Fingers tightening around her hips, adrenaline and need charged through him as he lifted her up, then used his strength to control her slide down. Slow. Rough. Deep. Her moan shuddered as she tossed her head back. He gritted his teeth and hissed in pleasure. Yeah, he would give her every inch, every ounce of the heat scalding his cock—and she was going to take it.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled.

“Yes.” She barely managed the words between pants.

“Does this feel good?”

“God, yes.”

Satisfaction soared. “You want your husband to fuck you?”

She nodded. “I’m aching…”

Beneath her, he rolled his hips as he lifted her, then lowered her back onto his erection. Tingles clawed up his spine. His body went electric as he watched her come apart for him. Her brown eyes darkened, softened as her cheeks flushed and her lips parted with a silent moan. Gia wriggled, trying to rush him. Her pussy clenched tight around his dick.

He impaled her on his length again and grabbed her nape, forcing her to look at him. “You don’t determine the pace, do you?”

“No, Master,” she whimpered.

He released her neck and again used his arms to lift her into his strokes. Faster. Rougher. Deeper. Jesus, she was like lightning in his veins.