Janus' Conquest by Dawn Ryder Page B

simple caress as so important, but it hit him with the force of a tidal wave. This had been what he truly craved, her compliance, a touch that was freely given, not taken once he’d cornered her.
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    Fay bit into her lower lip again and pulled her gaze up his body until their eyes met. Uncertainty filled her face as she waited to see what he would make of her boldness. She hadn’t been able to resist the impulse to touch him. Fear laced her rising anticipation as she tried not to consider him leaving her because she was not timid as chaste females were expected to be. But she also felt a rising need to make sure he valued her as she was, not as he wished her to be. Living life as an ornament frightened her more than the idea of watching Janus leave her.
    Sliding her hands up, she pushed his uniform open wider. “I have wanted to touch you. Like this.”
    “Finish the job, Fay.” He caught her chin in a firm hand to keep their eyes locked.
    Leaning down he whispered against her ear, “Push my uniform over my shoulders.”
    It was a command. Yet it was one she wanted to obey. Her hands smoothed over his chest to his male nipples. She traced their flat, smooth surface and gently pinched the center of each one. A small shudder shook his chest, making her smile.
    “As you like.” She pushed the black uniform over his shoulders but didn’t follow the black fabric down his arms. She left it there, binding his arms as she leaned forward and licked one taut nipple. A harsh groan escaped his lips as the hand that had been holding her chin threaded through her hair to grasp the back of her neck.
    “Suck it.” This time his voice was harsh and it awakened the frantic hunger that had gripped her when she spied him fucking a trophy. Her lips closed around his nipple instantly and she drew on it hard. His hand gripped her nape as she flicked her tongue over the little point and felt fluid moving down the inside of her pussy.
    “Now stroke my cock.” His voice was rough with emotion. The telltale emotional response empowered her and her hand was slipping down his chest as she moved her lips to his untasted nipple. Her fingertips glided across the ridges of hard muscle on his abdomen until they found the waistband of his pants.
    “Keep going.”
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    She released his nipple with a little pop and looked up into his eyes. His grip on her neck remained firm as his breath hit her wet lips. Hunger blazed in his eyes, mesmerizing her as she let her hand smooth over the fabric of his pants until they rested over the hard erection pushing the front of the garment forward.
    “Very good.” He pressed a hard kiss onto her mouth. The uniform top didn’t bind him in the least. He shrugged it back up onto his shoulders as his mouth pressed her jaw open to allow his tongue to thrust deeply into her mouth. He cupped her bottom with his free hand and pulled her against his body, trapping her hand on top of his cock. His tongue stroked her as he walked her backwards across her living space. The beads on her training harness slipped up and down her slit.
    She tore her mouth away from his as she gasped. Pleasure was tightening under the beads once more, making her desperate for release.
    “Not yet.” Janus released her and stroked his hands down her arms. He grasped either side of her robe and pulled the garment up. That quickly, he bared her. A shiver went over her skin as her arms crossed over her breasts. It was a defensive reaction to being stripped so quickly. Being bold only allowed her the illusion of control. Janus might take it back whenever he chose. There was a sharp chink of metal as he removed a knife from his belt. The meager light in the room flashed off its polished surface for a moment before she felt its cold blade against the skin of her bottom. A flick of his wrist and he cut the training harness off her.
    “You were right to refuse a ritith .” Something blazed in his eyes that made her