Free Beauty Submits To Her Beast by Sydney St. Claire Page A

and power, tonight’s focus was on getting to know her, learning what she liked, and again, pushing her to see how far she’d go. She was so responsive, he couldn’t wait for later. He closed his hand over her breast and flicked his fingers over her nipple until it tightened, then ran his palm over her ass.
    She shifted, her knee brushing his hardening cock. Her eyes flew open.
    “Ah, you’re awake. Can you handle more candy?” He rolled on top of her, snagged her hands, and drew them both over her head.
    Smiling, she parted her legs, welcoming him into the cradle of her hips. “No such thing as too much candy.”
    “Good, let’s go see what house five is offering.”
    “You are mistaken, Sir. I believe we are on number seven. Four was a triplex.”
    Laughing, Damon slanted his mouth over hers. “You are correct, little sub. House seven it is, and if you are very good, it, too, might end up being a duplex.”

Chapter Seven
    After a nap, orgasms number seven and eight, followed by a long shower, Caitie was refreshed and energized. She dressed in a clean costume, similar to the one she’d worn when she arrived at Pleasure Manor, but in nutty brown. Alone in the bathroom, she grinned at her reflection. The mansion was aptly named and her friend Maize had not exaggerated when she’d claimed orgasms were handed out like candy at Halloween.
    The beginning had been rocky. She’d nearly decided this Dom/sub stuff wasn’t her cup of tea, but she was super glad she’d stuck it out. Damon was a sex god. He knew just how to please women—her. She didn’t want to think about him with other women. But hey, she’d take the three days with him and be eternally grateful.
    And maybe ruined for any other man.
    No one else had ever made her feel the way he did. Hell, she hadn’t known it could be so damn good. Their last round of lovemaking had been so different. He’d taken his time, sending her over the edge, showing her a gentle, tender side. Number eight had been a slow fuck, with measured thrusts as he kept pace with her until they’d flown apart, their voices mingling, their hands clasped, and their bodies arched together. She’d hit the jackpot with him as her Dom. And lover. Too bad it was only for a few days.
    Taking a deep breath, she couldn’t help but wonder what he had planned for tonight and tomorrow. Saturday was a spa day and the ball, and Sunday, she’d say goodbye and return to reality.
    Leaving her hair loose, she left the bathroom. She found Damon in the sitting room, leaning against the mantle, exactly where he’d stood when she first entered. Her stomach fluttered when she glanced up at the pot of ivy, the hidden chain, then at the carpet. She lifted a brow. The taped X was gone.
    “Regrets?” He joined her, stopping a foot away. His voice warmed her.
    “None,” she answered honestly. How could she regret a single moment or a single orgasm? She let her gaze roam over his bare chest. She was tempted to go to him and run her hands over that wide, hard plane. She had a weakness for broad shoulders and tapered hips. But she wasn’t sure if they were back to their weekend roles or not.
    Her gaze drifted lower to the pair of leather pants that rode low on his hips. Her brows rose. No crotch again, and this time, instead of a shapeless sack, his cock was encased in a bright purple penis glove. Good grief, the man was hung, a stallion among men.
    “Nice,” she said, choking as saliva flooded her mouth. And wasn’t she just the mare waiting to be mounted. Good grief, sex suddenly consumed her every thought. She blamed her beast for he’d shown her just how sensual a woman she truly was.
    Earlier, she’d been too caught up in his demands to appreciate his body. She did so now by walking around him. Her gaze swept across his bare ass, and her heart pattered happily. He had a prime ass—tanned, firm, muscled, and nicely rounded. Yep, a prized stallion and all hers.
    “You have a bubble butt,” she