Cherise Sinclair - Breaking Free

His smile grew slightly. “You’re pleased that I love you. That’s a start.” His mouth firmed. “Do you love me?”

The joy of his declaration didn’t make the words come to her tongue. Her mouth went dry. She tried to stiffen, but he moved inside her again. His fingers slid through the lube on her stomach and down her mound. Almost to her clit. Almost, almost…

“Can’t you trust me enough to tell me this?”

“Oh, please…” He loved her. She loved him. Why couldn’t she say it?

His finger drew little circles just above her clit. Nothing else moved.

“I want your answer now, sugar.”

Her hips tried to wiggle and couldn’t. Her thigh muscles were taut with trying to get closer. His finger never stopped, never came close enough. He moved inside. Just a little. “Say it.”

Her mind couldn’t cope with the overloading sensations and his implacable demand, and her defenses crumbled. Tears filled her eyes, turning his face to a blur, and she choked on a sob. “I l-love you, Master. Sir. N-Nolan. I do,” she whispered. Wetness spilled down her cheek.

“I know.” His eyes were warm, his smile satisfied. His calloused hand gently wiped the tears from her face. “However, you will say that to me everyday. So you don’t get out of practice.”

“I love you,” she said again. The words came easier this time, and he grinned at her.

“All right then.” Straightening, he grasped the chain and started rocking the sling. As if waiting had increased the pressure, her body shot straight to arousal. As his cock plunged into her, her clit rubbed against him with each thrust…her exquisitely sensitive clit. She trembled as her body coiled inside until every muscle hurt, her legs straining against the restraints. His thrusts grew hard and faster.

And then he pinned her with a steady gaze. “Come now, Beth.” His lubed fingers slid straight over her clit and rubbed firmly.

She screamed, screamed, screamed, her back arching, the ropes tightening on her breasts as he thrust into her, rolling her into another orgasm. Before she could recover, he leaned forward, holding her breasts in his hands as he ground his cock deep inside her, jerking his orgasm as she spasmed around him.

Still deep inside her, he lowered his weight down on her, his body warm against hers. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders holding him to her as the sling rocked them gently.

After a while, he braced his elbows on each side of her and lifted his head, his black gaze amused. “So you love me, huh?”

“You…” she sputtered, ignoring the thrill the words sent through her. “You blackmailed me into saying that.”

He grinned. “And I enjoyed every minute of it.” He tipped his head down to lick her nipple, and she squirmed under him. “So did you lie to me, or do you mean it?” His gaze was no longer amused as he studied her face, his eyes intense.

She swallowed. Can’t lie to a Dom, not this Dom. Ever . “I meant it,” she whispered. “It’s just so hard to say.”

“I know.” His cheek creased. “And I’m going to remember how well torturing you this way works.”

Lord help her.

His big hands cupped her face. “You know that I love you, Beth. Come and live with me. Come home.” He held her gaze with his, his body over hers. The scarred hands that had brought her back to life, saved her from Kyler, and brought her joy, stroked her cheekbones. He waited.

And she knew there was only one answer possible, one that came easily to her lips. “Yes, Sir .”

A bio? Honestly, my dears, I'd rather hear about you.

But, here goes: I live in the west with my beloved husband, two children, and various animals, including three cats who rule the household. I’m a gardener and I love ripping defenseless weeds out by the roots when I’m angry. I enjoy playing Scrabble and Risk, being a soccer mom, and spending evenings curled up on a couch, reading next to my dearheart.

Over the years, I've lived in many states and worked at a multitude of jobs before settling down to writing. You wouldn’t believe how wonderful it was to meet other authors and discover I'm not the only person to have a mind populated with characters talking, arguing, and having hot sex. Did I mention the hot sex?

– Cherise

Visit Cherise Sinclair on the Web at http://www.CheriseSinclair.com