“Take me to bed, Knox.”

He stood and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Bubbles plopped on the floor, sliding down their slick bodies as he stepped out of the tub. He snagged a towel and wiped off her back and her legs as he carried her into the bedroom.

As soon as he set her down, he finished toweling her dry. Then he dried himself.

Shiori had scooted to the middle of the bed.

When Knox paused by the side, she raised an eyebrow. “Problem?”

“Permission to join you, Mistress?”

“Of course.” She pulled him on top of her. “Let’s get back to where we were.”

He planted his mouth on hers and felt her hands mapping every ridge and valley in his chest. When her hands moved to his hips, he followed the arch of her neck down to the hollow of her throat. Then he dropped even lower to latch on to her left nipple.

She arched into him and her hands grabbed his ass. She squeezed and caressed his butt cheeks and her fingers edged closer to the crack of his ass.

He glanced up when she pulled the lowest part of his cheeks apart.

Her lids were heavy, and she’d sunk her teeth into her lower lip. Then she smiled. “I bought something for you.”

Knox had a tiny flare of panic. “Should I be worried or excited?”

“I’m hoping both.”

“You want me to stop what I’m doing right now so you can give me this present?”

“Yes.” She squeezed his ass again. “Roll on your back, close your eyes, and spread your legs. Remain still no matter what I do to you.”

Sometimes when they were naked together he forgot they were Domme and submissive. They were just lovers with need and passion driving them. But when Shiori used the Domme voice and issued directions, he drifted into the headspace where he was hers to do with as she pleased. The freedom in surrender blew his mind and had created a bond between them that went beyond just physical.

The bed jiggled and she moved in between his legs. Her smooth skin rubbed against his. She kissed his neck and his chest, taking time to play with and suck on his nipples. Her southerly path continued over his belly. Then she pushed his legs up, one at a time, so his feet were flat on the mattress.

Her breath tormented his cock. He waited for the tight grip of her hand, but the soft warmth of her mouth closed over the tip.

That felt so fucking good, yet he didn’t jerk or grab on to her head; he remained still.

Shiori didn’t offer him praise, because she expected him to follow her orders. His pride in himself was secondary to her silent approval.

She slid her mouth up and down his shaft at a steady pace, and her fingers fondled his balls.

Fuck, he loved that. Loved everything about blow jobs. Just when he relaxed, intending to enjoy the hell out of it, her fingers swept over his asshole. Knox automatically clenched.

She pulled her mouth off his dick and said, “Don’t do that. Relax.”

He had a better go of loosening up when her mouth did that deep glide down his cock . . . until she smeared something slippery across his asshole.

Then she started tonguing the rim of his cock head with sassy little flicks of her tongue, and his legs twitched in anticipation.

The next time Shiori took his shaft into her throat, something prodded his hole.

She repeated the cock head tease. Then wet heat suctioned around his shaft. About halfway down his length, the pressure increased on his rectum and whatever she’d pressed against his ass slid inside.

Knox automatically clenched around the foreign object lodged in his butt.

But this time when Shiori’s mouth popped off his dick, it stayed off and she slowly kissed her way up his belly.

Don’t ask.

He had to ask.

When he opened his mouth, Shiori was right there, sinking her teeth into his bottom lip and then thrusting her tongue into his mouth. After several brain-melting kisses, she whispered, “Condom.”

“There’s the magic word.” He opened his eyes, sat up, and reached on the nightstand for a plastic packet she’d thoughtfully placed there.

Shiori rose up onto her knees and looked over her shoulder at him. “We haven’t tried this position yet, but your cock is long enough it shouldn’t be a problem.”

After Knox suited up, he scooted in behind her, his knees bracketing hers, his chest plastered to her back. Pressing kisses on the ball of her shoulder, he waited for her direction. Because she’d tell him exactly what she needed, he could concentrate on tasting her, touching her.

Reaching between them, she circled her fingers around the base of his shaft, aligning the head with her opening. “Push in slowly and stop.”