Re/Paired (Doms of the FBI Book 2) by Michele Zurlo Page B

lips in a punishing kiss, mashing his mouth against hers. He stabbed his tongue inside, and she was lost. This wasn’t a kiss in which she could participate. He filled her senses, mastering her, turning her into a receptacle for his harsh affection. With a heartfelt moan, she softened into him, accepting what he needed to give.
    She liked this far more than she’d thought she would. Now she knew she wasn’t doing this just to show Keith she could be the woman he wanted. Submission was in her heart where he was concerned. She liked his roughness, and she looked forward to learning all the ways he would introduce her to more wicked and wanton activities.
    Abruptly he broke the kiss and stepped back. She teetered to maintain her balance, groping for the counter to aid her attempt. He steadied her with a quick hand on her rib cage. The heat of his palm left an indelible print on her skin, a promise that warmed her inside and out.
    “Hands and knees. Crawl to the chair across from the sofa.”
    Katrina had never crawled in her life. Even as a child, she’d learned to walk first. Though he’d warned her, she still found his command shocking. Lowering to her knees, she realized exactly how undignified this would appear.
    She wondered if he liked the power inherent in making her do something unseemly, or if he just liked the unobstructed view of her pussy. Either way, the bit of submission he’d coaxed from her with that kiss hadn’t subsided. She felt like she belonged to him, and that acceptance overrode her reservations. Acutely aware of his gaze, she sank to all fours and crawled to the chair.
    “Stand up.”
    Facing the empty chair, she stood.
    “Hands behind your neck. Link your fingers together.”
    She felt the magnetism of his proximity and swayed back in response. He halted her movement with a hand on her back. Wordlessly he adjusted her posture, pushing at her shoulders and pulling her elbows until they were at right angles to her head. Then, with the toe of his shoe on her instep, he nudged her feet apart. Moisture rushed to her pussy as she complied.
    The position exposed her like nothing else. With her breasts thrust forward and her legs spread wide, she could think of nothing but belonging to him. At long last, she was his possession.
    “Memorize how this feels, slave. When I tell you to stand, I want you in this exact position. When it’s time to kneel, you’ll put your arms behind your neck like this, and your knees will be spread wider than your shoulders. You are allowed to hide nothing from me. This body belongs to me alone. Say it.”
    “This body belongs to you, Master.” Her voice sounded rusty, as though she hadn’t spoken in a long time. In truth, she hadn’t. The woman standing in her living room was the woman she hadn’t yet met.
    He ran his palms over every inch from her ankles to her neck. The caress made her acutely conscious of the wetness soaking the insides of her thighs, the only place he neglected to touch. When he came to stand in front of her, he ended his forays by washing his hands over her face. There was nothing tentative or reverent in his demeanor. His expression and his rough caress were strictly proprietary.
    “Keep your eyes open.”
    She hadn’t realized she’d closed them. She popped them open to find him regarding her fiercely. For the first time, she recognized his fear. He wanted her to enjoy this, and he was afraid she wouldn’t. She’d always known that being dominant was an integral part of who he was. She’d never known how much of his soul he showed with that stoic mask, just as she’d never understood how much of himself he’d hidden from them all.
    “Yes, Master.”
    He disappeared from her field of vision. A thunk sounded on her oak coffee table. Though she didn’t dare turn around to look, she guessed that he’d retrieved the bag she’d noticed next to the stairs earlier. Rummaging sounds set her nerves on edge. She knew he would want to engage