Free Undone Rebel (Undone Lovers, Book One) by Lila Dubois

sex, the heel of his hand on her clit, and waited for the pulses in her sex to stop. She’d held her position, though her shoulders were bowed, her hair falling over her face. Lane took his hand from her pussy and licked her taste from his finger. Now it was his turn to shudder. His cock was like steel in his pants, the need to fuck her so strong that he shook with it.
    Lane untied her and lifted her from the table, carrying her to the couch, which SJ quickly vacated.
    “Talk to me,” he whispered against the top of her head.
    “Did you mean it?”
    “Mean what?” He stroked her back with one hand, massaged a calf with the other.
    “That it’s the strong women who need to let go, who need this time to not think. Not play games.”
    Lane doubted she knew it but her tone dripped with longing. “Yes, and they’re always the most beautiful when they submit.”
    “And after, are they…different?”
    “No.” Lane chose his words carefully. “After, they’re whatever they want to be, because the way I play means leaving it in the bedroom. The other Doms will have other ideas, but that’s how I play.”
    Addie sighed. They sat in peace for a moment, and Lane only wished he’d thought to add a throw to the set dressing. Aftercare was always nice, though this was less than comfortable as her ass was on his rock-hard dick.
    “And a good Dom will know his sub, his girl,” Addie said.
    “Yes, and he’ll use that knowledge to pleasure them both, and to challenge them with new things. New tools.”
    Addie smiled then, and he felt the last of the tension leaving her. The poor woman had walked into the building less than eight hours ago and she’d already had her first sub crisis. Usually it took several sessions over the course of a month to get there—then again usually the Dom was training the girl for real.
    Lane winced at the thought. It wasn’t fair to Addie to say this wasn’t real, when what she was going through had all the markers of a real submissive experiencing her first session.
    The one thing none of them had considered was that they’d stumble on a model who was a submissive, in desperate need of a Dom.
    Well, Lane had never been a man to turn away from a good thing—and Addie was a good thing. She might not know it yet, but she was going to be his submissive for a little while, for her own sake as much as for his pleasure. When C&C’s project was over, the no-fucking, no-kissing rules would no longer apply and then Lane could do what he’d been thinking of since he first saw Addie’s photos—bending her over and fucking her until neither of them could walk.
    There was a lot of ground to cover between now and then, including Addie’s sessions with Emory and Alton. At the thought of the other men touching her, Lane growled, squeezing her.
    “Lane?” she asked. Her eyes were still bright from the tears she’d shed. The perfect mane of dark hair framed her oval face and Lane was sure he’d never seen anyone so beautiful.
    “Yes. There’s something we have to take care of.”
    Maybe if he hadn’t just resolved to continue his D/s relationship with her he would have dropped the promised spanking, but now he couldn’t. She wasn’t going to like this, he was sure of that.
    “What’s that?”
    Lane cupped her neck and tipped her chin up by applying pressure under her jaw with his thumb. “Your spanking.”
     
    Addie couldn’t stop the shiver that racked her. She didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t say anything.
    “I’m guessing you’ve seen the famous Betty Page spanking photos, your hair is like hers.”
    “It’s called a Betty Page bang, and yes, I’ve seen them.”
    “Then you’ll get your spanking with a hairbrush, across my knee.”
    Lane shifted her to the side and Addie curled up on the couch. When Lane walked away, she drew her knees up, resting her chin on them. She was post-orgasm mellow and missing the heat of his body. It had felt good to be held by him, really