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  The atmosphere in the luxury bathroom instantly changed. It was as if he affected the particles in the air, made them skittish, clashing into each other every which way.

  The hairs on the back of my neck tingled. His eyes were full of molten heat, his mouth twisted in a devilishly satisfied smile.

  I knew I should be afraid of him. Of how he made me feel, act, react, but he was also a draw, an obsession. I could see that my life would never be the same now that I’d been touched by him.

  He shut the door. Re-clicked the lock.

  I turned and looked at my now-flushed reflection in the plus-sized mirror above the sink. My belly was quivering, blood racing to all my erogenous zones.

  “I’m sorry if I upset you,” he said softly. “You must know that is never my intention. I only want to see you happy.”

  “It’s not just me you need to apologize to.” I caught his gaze in the mirror. He’d stepped up behind me, his handsome face filling the space beside mine.

  “If it will make you happy then I’ll apologize to Peter too.” He nodded seriously, almost contritely.

  “You shouldn’t do it to make me happy, you should do it because you feel bad about making your coach look a fool in front of all of his friends.”

  “No one heard, there was only us down on the swim deck, and besides, he’d rather know now than later, at the end of the day when you come home with me to my bed.”

  “Seriously.” I whacked my hands onto my hips. “Don’t you get it? You don’t own me. You can’t presume stuff like that.”

  He stepped up closer, so near I could feel the heat of his skin radiating onto my back. I locked my knees, fighting a sway as my body magnetically pulled toward his.

  “Oh but I do and I can.” He hovered his lips just above the curve of my neck. “That was the deal, remember?”

  I pulled in a shaky breath. “The deal was that you would teach me about BDSM. Not that I would be yours, your possession. A thing to own.” A drip from his hair trickled onto my shoulder, dribbled down to my breast. I shivered at its cool, tickly path that was headed straight for my nipple.

  “But they go together, don’t you get it?” He moved a lock of my hair that was resting against my throat. “When I tell you what to do and you obey, it makes you mine. When you call me Sir as you come, that makes you mine. You can’t argue the facts.” He paused, kissed the delicate, sensitive patch of skin just below my ear. “And for the record, I’m yours too.”

  I sighed. He was mine. Damn, it was so hard to be mad at him when he offered such wondrous rewards.

  He must have sensed my acquiescence because he slipped his arms around me, one at my waist, the other over my breasts.

  “So you will apologize?” I asked a little breathlessly. “To Peter?”

  “Yes.” He kissed me again on my neck, then left a feathery trail of his breath and touch as he moved up to my cheek. He caught my gaze in the mirror. “We need to reassess these rules though,” he said. “So we can avoid future misunderstandings.”

  I swallowed and gripped his strong, tense forearm that was locked over my chest. “We do?”

  “Yep. No more dating other guys while we’re doing this…thing.”

  I couldn’t imagine ever wanting anyone else again. “Okay, I can live with that.”

  “Good.” He nuzzled into my temple, sending a swarm of delicious tingles over my scalp. “And also the lessons are going to change in structure.”

  “They are?”

  “Yeah.” He breathed deep, as though inhaling the scent of my hair.

  “Tell me.” I stroked his arm, the layer of hairs over skin and taut tendons sifting through my fingers.

  “Now it’s time to learn the difference between playing a scene just for the sexual thrill and what it’s like to submit because you want to please your Master, make him proud of what you can do for him.”

  “I’m not sure I understand.” I shifted against him and his erection prodded the hollow of my back. It was back, bigger, badder and harder than ever, as though the Jacuzzi incident had only made him more hell-bent on satisfaction.

  A small groan rumbled up from his chest and he squeezed me a little tighter, trapping his dick between our bodies. “In the club you wanted to experience a spanking. It could have been me, it could have been any number of Doms who were there that night. It was the act you were interested in, wasn’t it? Knowing what it was like to have your cute little arse burn with heat as you got that head rush of being over a man’s knee.”

  “Well, yes, but I couldn’t have done it with just anyone. I could only imagine it with you.” As I spoke the words I knew they were true.

  “That’s sweet of you to say, but I think you could have. I have in the past played with people whose names I didn’t know and never found out. It was all about the act, the game, the crazy, kinky fucking.”

  “You have?” A nasty little knot of jealousy wound inside me. I didn’t like the thought of Travis crazy, kinky fucking someone else. Not one little bit. Even if it was just for the fun of it. A wave of regret crested within me. I was experiencing what he had when I’d stubbornly agreed to come out with Peter again. It would be tearing me in two if he were dating someone else while we were in this “arrangement”.

  “Yes, I have played, hundreds of times, and if I’m honest, back in your office when you wanted me to teach you, I was up for playing then.” He shrugged and I moved within his secure embrace. “But now…”

  “Now?”

  “Now I want you to be mine in and out of the bedroom.”

  I glanced at the porthole, unable to look at him as a heady mix of emotions spun through me. I wanted to be Travis’, really I did. He’d become my first and last thought of the day. Every damn day. I came alive when I was with him. Seeing him smile made me smile. I felt privileged to be spending time with him, and that would be the case whether he was an international star or not. It was Travis, the man beneath the gloss and the trophies and the titles, who really did it for me.

  “Babe, what is it?”

  I looked at his reflection again. His brow was creased with concern.

  “I want to be yours in and out of the bedroom, but—”

  “But what?”

  “It’s complicated. I’m your psychologist, we have things to do, work through. The first round of the Open is drawing nearer.”

  “This isn’t about tennis,” he all but growled. “This is about us.”

  “But tennis has to be part of us. It’s part of who we are, all day every day.”

  He slid his thumb over my waist.

  I trembled, wanting him to touch me all over, satisfy the need in me that was growing by the second. But I needed to speak to him, tell him what was in my heart. “I don’t think I can totally belong to you, as in obey you at work or when we’re out like this. I’m too independent.” There, I’d said it.

  “I’m not asking you to.” He stilled, his heavy-lidded gaze roaming my reflection. “It’s far too soon for that and to be honest I’m not sure it’s something you’d ever want to consent to.”

  “So what are you asking?”

  “That you realize I have many things I can teach you. Things you have readily said you want to learn. Baby, spend your days and nights with me and trust me, I’ll make you so happy you’ll never want to let me go.”

  I could almost hear the doors to my heart swinging open. I’d have to be very careful. Travis Connolly had found the keys and was plunging into the depths of my soul.

  And as for letting him go, I already knew that wasn’t going to be something I’d ever want.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Bloody hell, had I really said all that? The things that had taken place since boarding the yacht had led to a dunk in the sea for me and now, as I’d begged for Marie’s forgiveness, I’d also poured my heart out. Short of telling her I loved her, she couldn’t possibly doubt my feelings for her.

  Do I love her? I stooped and propped my chin on her smooth, bare
shoulder and set to thinking. Everything that had happened between us—was it just sex and fondness? Or was there more to it? It had all happened so fast, my mind was spinning.

  My heart rate increased. There had to be more to it. The way I’d behaved, the way I’d pretended to be okay with her dating Peter when really I wasn’t, the way I wanted to throttle any man who was even a hairsbreadth more than platonic with her. Then there was the daydreaming, the wanking in the shower, the way I simply couldn’t get her out of my head, even when I was playing tennis.

  Fucking hell, I was in love with her, or at the very least falling pretty damn hard and fast.

  My eyes flew open and immediately our gazes met in the mirror. She looked as shell-shocked as I did, as though she too had had some kind of epiphany. Then I remembered what I’d said.

  “So, whaddya say?” I did my best to keep it light, not to let the emotion that I’d just unearthed seep into my words. I didn’t want to overload her. I’d already said enough and I didn’t want to tell her how I really felt in case she didn’t feel the same—effectively ripping out my newly vulnerable heart and stomping on it.

  “W-what?”

  “Aww, come on, babe, don’t make me say it all again. I’m not the sort of man to bare all.”

  “Don’t I know it. I’m the poor sod that’s supposed to make you talk, remember?”

  “Ha ha, very funny. Now shall I recap? I was talking about spending your days and nights with me, me making you happy and so on. Remember now? Please don’t make me say it again. I don’t think my ego can take it.”

  “Your ego is just fine.” She started to turn in my arms but I stopped her, pushing her slightly harder against the edge of the sink. My erection continued to rage between us and I knew that no matter what she said next, even if she rejected me, I would have to have her. God, I’d even take a pity fuck, I wanted her that bad.

  “Why won’t you let me turn around? You can’t avoid eye contact, there’s a bloody mirror.”

  “I know that, smart-arse. But as soon as our serious conversation is over, I have plans for you. Or,” I said, shifting my hand lower and stroking the skin just above the top of her bikini bottoms, “maybe even now. Right now. So say what you want to say before I render you speechless.” I dipped my fingers just below her waistband as a statement of my intent.

  “I told you there was nothing wrong with your ego. What makes you think you can render me speechless?”

  I delved deeper into the bottoms, tugging lightly at her pubic curls, then harder.

  “Ah, ah, okay. Okay. Yes, Travis.”

  “Yes what?” I released her pubes and swept my fingers, barely touching, over her swelling labia, teasing.

  “Uhh. Yes. Yes… Ahh… I’ll spend my days and nights with you, learn everything you want to teach, let you… Ahh… Make me happy. Ooh!”

  “That is the right answer, my sweetheart. And I mean it, you know. I really will make you happy, even if I die trying.”

  She fixed her gaze on me in the mirror and despite her writhing and rapid breathing, her expression was deadly serious. “And I hope I’ll make you happy too, Travis.”

  I put my lips close to her ear. “You already do.”

  With that, I kept my promise of rendering her speechless by stopping the teasing and starting the full-on sensual assault. Her pussy was already slick and grew wetter with every passing second. “God, you’re so sexy, Marie. I’m so glad that you’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.” I flicked her clit with every pause and the sexy moans that issued from her beautiful lips increased in frequency and volume.

  “Hey,” I said, “as hot as you sound, you’re going to have to keep it down if you don’t want everyone onboard knowing what we’re up to.”

  She nodded so I carried on with what I was doing. My prick was as hard as it had ever been and all I wanted to do was pull aside the gusset of her bikini and thrust my cock into her warm grip, but first I wanted her to climax. Wanted to watch her come, her gorgeous face contorting in the mirror, her legs trembling and her cunt spasming around my fingers and covering my hand in her juices.

  “You know,” I said, increasing the pace at which I stimulated that sensitive nub at the apex of her vulva, “you’re absolutely fucking stunning when you come. Words simply don’t describe. Actually you’re absolutely fucking stunning all of the time, but when you come you’re just… God, I really can’t describe it.”

  Her response was a lust-filled gaze in the mirror, a gaze so smoldering hot and laden with intent that I almost shot my load right there in my swimming shorts like a hormone-ridden teenager.

  “Do you want to come for me, Marie?” Even as I spoke I sought the particularly sensitive spot that drove her wild and focused my attentions on it.

  She nodded frantically. I could see that she was gripping the edge of the sink so hard that her knuckles had turned white. I’d done that. A surge of pride and machismo rushed through me. In spite of it, I realized I had no right to be mentally crowing until I’d actually made her come. I knew better than anyone that it was possible to be teetering on the very knife-edge of orgasm, where a mere puff of breath could push you over, and still have something pull you back. Fucking Peter. And I did not want to do that to Marie. I wanted to send her tumbling into bliss. Then, while her internal walls were still rippling, I’d push my cock inside her and feel the waves of her orgasm crashing over my shaft. I could hardly wait.

  I moved my other hand and stimulated each of her nipples in turn through the thin material of the bikini top. They were rigid, straining against the cotton. I pinched and twisted one of them almost cruelly, replicating the movement on her clit, and she quickly pressed her hand over her mouth to stifle her moans, then came apart beneath my touch.

  “Marie,” I said urgently, not giving her even a second to recover from the climax that still held her in its grip. “I absolutely have to fuck you now.”

  She said nothing, just nodded.

  “Do you have a condom?”

  An expression of utter disappointment crossed her face and she shook her head.

  “Fuck. I want you now. Right now.”

  An apologetic look crept into her eyes and I knew she was as sorry as I was. I was just about to look for something I could punch with frustration when an idea crossed my mind.

  “Can you stand?”

  She nodded.

  “Good. Stay there.” With that, I started yanking open drawers and cupboards, letting out a quiet whoop of delight when I found what I needed. “Thank fuck for posh people being prepared.”

  I tore open the foil wrapper, pulled down my shorts and sheathed myself in the rubber so fast my movements were almost a blur. I paused for long enough to tug Marie’s bottoms down to her knees and then I was there, guiding my cock into position and pushing. Pushing until I was seated so deeply inside her that I fancied I could lift her off her feet just with my dick. But there was no way I was going to start playing stupid games now—particularly not with the well-being of my knob in question—so I waited just long enough to feel a couple of receding ripples around me before I started to rock into her.

  Resting my face against her head, I looked into the mirror and caught her gaze, held it. The way her eyes widened when I sunk my cock deep inside her pussy was almost as good as the sensation around my shaft as I did it.

  “Keep your eyes open, Marie. Keep your eyes open while I’m fucking you. While I’m… Making love to you.” Goddamn my runaway mouth. What the hell had I said that for? Making love was for people in love,and although I’d had that revelation, no way was I ready to say it out loud. Or even to write it down, put it in a text message, nothing. Bloody woman was scrambling my brain.

  A smile crossed her beautiful face and suddenly I felt better. She was smiling at my words, not taking them literally and, most importantly, not running away screaming. I squeezed my eyes closed for a couple of seconds to get a hold of myself, to make myself focus on screwing Marie into the middle of next week witho
ut saying anything else stupid.

  When I opened my eyes again, she was still looking at me intently. I returned her stare and suddenly nothing else mattered. Nothing but the joining of our bodies, the mutual—and blissful—journey toward orgasm and the ecstasy that would follow. The fact we were on a boat full of people, that we’d had an argument, that an apology to Peter was in my near future—it all fell into oblivion and I didn’t care. All I cared about was the here—right here—and now. Marie’s divine body in front of me, her lusty expression reflected so I could see the results of my ministrations, her perfect grip around my shaft.

  Soon it all became too much and I crept closer to climax. Not wanting to come again without Marie having done so first, I moved my hand from her hip and pushed it between the sink and her body, hardly caring that my thrusting was pushing our combined weight onto my arm. Finding her swollen clit, I dipped down and gathered some of her copious juices and smeared them across her bud before stroking it in earnest.

  Marie’s groans and pants morphed into keening cries as I catapulted her body toward another orgasm.

  “Remember,” I said, nipping her earlobe, “keep your eyes open. I want to see you.”

  “I—I’ll… Unh… Try. Ahh…”

  With that, she tumbled into bliss, her mouth and eyes wide as her cunt clenched my cock so tight I thought it would break. I could see how she was struggling to keep quiet, especially when the spasming began, milking my shaft until I too couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Fucking hell!” I said, moving my hand back to Marie’s hip and digging my fingers into her skin hard as the sensation traveled from the base of my spine into my groin, turning my balls into tight spheres, up through my throbbing shaft and finally out of my slit in a breathtaking climax that had me yelling and blaspheming like crazy, still maintaining my contact with those soulful brown eyes.

  I rode out the waves of my orgasm, my body slowly relaxing and slumping against Marie’s. By the time I rested my chin on her shoulder again, a dopey smile taking over my face, I was so blissed-out that I hardly knew what was going on.