Ian living in a gated community in Tonka Bay, off the upper lake setting of Lake Minnetonka, is not only amazing and very cool, but it also tells me Ian has more money than I thought he did. And because of that, the hatred I felt with Ian before giving in to him and allowing him a chance at winning my love was starting to come back. And the more he shows me around his massive-sized gorgeous mansion that's much bigger than the neighborhood my father lives in itself, the angrier I'm becoming.

Ian's got money. And he isn't just some millionaire; I assumed he was; he's a fucking billionaire.

One would probably say I'm jealous. And, yes, I'll admit that's true. I'm very jealous. But by seeing all Ian has, where he lives, and what he owns, I'm again reminded of the amount of money he's expecting and demanding I pay—money he definitely doesn't need from me.

Ian walked up behind me as I looked out the patio window and rested his hands on my shoulders. He leaned over, and as he pressed his lips to my cheek, a sudden substantial increase of energy radiated throughout me. It also caused my brain to shiver and the sensitive area between my thighs to pulsate like a beating heartbeat.

Here I'm angry with what Ian's showing off, yet I'm also excited. Very excited, actually. I don't know what it is about him. But every time I'm around Ian, my body acts like it's off to the races. The butterflies sleeping inside my belly awaken, and my mind goes into a sexual mode that instantly makes me imagine Ian satisfying me in every possible way.

Ian's simple kiss on the cheek sent all kinds of energetic vibes jolting throughout my entire body that I didn't care to feel anymore. So to stop all the excitement Ian's stirring up inside me along with my lady parts, and wishing to go back into the angry mode I previously was in. I closed my eyes—aiming to remind myself of all the reasons why I hated him in the first place. And disappointingly enough, that didn't work. All it did was make me want Ian more.

"So? What do you think?" Ian asked as he trailed his lips down along my cheek, down my neck, and all along my collarbone.

"What do I think about what?" I breathed, my chest rising and falling faster from the heat of his breath refreshing my skin, and how he grazed my skin with his soft lips was stimulating my ovaries.

He swept my skin with his tongue from my shoulder, along up my neck, and to my ear. Then, as he nibbled on my earlobe, he asked, "My place? Do you like it?"

"I hate it," I said, fighting all urges of wanting to turn around and to jump into his arms.

"Liar," he muttered, nipping and tugging my earlobe with his teeth, electrifying my sexual hormones even more.

"I'm not lying," I lied, trying to sound mad.

Ian didn't buy my angry tone; he was amused. He breathed a chuckle as he continued to stimulate my body by grazing his lips along my exposed right shoulder. "You're not very convincing," he asserted, gripping the spaghetti strap with his teeth and sliding it down my arm, causing moisture to fill inside my panties.

I'm trying so hard to be angry, but the more Ian sexually teases me and presses his very hardened muscle against me, the tougher he's making it for me to be angry and to pick a fight with him.

"I'm back to hating you," I panted, my nipples erecting tall and firm as Ian's soft lips kissed the exposed skin of my back ever so softly, as if he was using a feather to arouse me.

"Is that so?" he asked, humor in his voice.

"I despise you, Ian," I groaned as his hands continued worshipping my body, causing my lower lips to drool. Then, wishing to get him to leave me alone, I murmured, "I hate you so much that I think my being here is a mistake."

"A mistake?" he breathed into my ear as his left hand gently massaged my left breast and his right hand covering and massaging my smiling lower lips. "Are you sure about that? Because by what I can feel and what you're saying are two different things. Your tits are hard as fuck. Not only are they erected to the hilt, but I can also feel your pussy is hot and on fire. And even though your silky dress and panties are covering your hot box, I can still feel how fucking wet you are. So, Tawny. Tell me how you being here, in my arms, is a mistake?"

Ian spun me around, wrapped an arm around me, and cupped my chin while looking me in the eye and studying me. His eyes swayed side to side, waiting for my response, to which I couldn't come up with one.

With the intense look of desire in his beautiful green eyes and how his hardness was pressing against my sex, my mind went tail spinning into chaos.

I'm losing all self-control, and Ian knows it.

"Well, Tawny? I want to hear you say it. I want you to explain to me why you feel being with me will be a mistake."

Life is like a book. Some chapters are sad, and some are happy and exciting. So, the truth is, if you never turn the page, you'll never know what the next chapter holds. And at this point in my life, I feel something new and exciting needs to begin.

Even though I'm a little pissed at Ian for being a show-off, I'm ready to turn the page to see what this new chapter in my and Ian's life will bring.

I gazed into his eyes. And the longer I looked, the more I wondered what he'd be like underneath the bedsheets. And as I felt his cock pressing against me, twitching exuberantly, the more I wanted to feel him moving inside me.

The more I thought about Ian and me rubbing our naked bodies together. With his mouth covering mine and our tongues tangling with one another's, the more hesitant my breathing became and the greedier I was with wanting him to satisfy me in every way he possibly could.

I wanted him.

I needed him.

And I'm desperately craving him.

He lowered to my mouth, gently brushing his lips along mine. "Tell me now if you don't want what we're about to do to happen between us."

"I—I—" I stuttered, my mind wishing to say no, but my heart saying, yes, I want him. I closed my eyes, my heart rapidly beating against Ian's chest, and quietly breathed, "I want you, Ian—I want us to happen," I admitted, my temptations overpowering my mind and succumbing to him. "Take me now before I reconsider offering my body to you."

Ian excitedly groaned, bit my bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth as he lowered his hands to my ass, quickly lifting me into his arms. "You won't regret this, Tawny," he moaned, our lips moving together in perfect rhythm.

I'm almost positive I won't regret this if Ian can kiss like he is now—emotionally, physically, and passionately—Casanova-style. To me, that's a surefire sign; the man is amazeballs in bed. And now more than ever, I'm excited to find out how well a man like Ian is in bed.

"Then don't make me regret it," I warned as he carried me down the hallway. The second he turned into the bedroom, my heart rate gained speed, and it pounded hard against my chest as reality hit that I'm about to be assaulted with a friendly weapon—Ian's weapon.

He lowered me to my feet, cupped either side of my face, then swiped my bottom lip with his tongue, saying, "My girl will never ever feel disappointed in bed."

My girl... those two little words just melted me.

Ian lowered to his knees, removed my shoes, then stood and stepped behind me, curling his fingers underneath both of my straps. And as he slipped them down my arms, the muscles in my skin flexed, and these tiny hair follicles of mine rose tall.

The goosebumps also caused my nipples to erect.

"You've got one spectacular body," Ian said in awe, softly sliding his hands down my body, stopping on my ass when he kneeled to the ground.

Next, I got quite the surprise I never thought he'd ever do.

Ian kissed my ass—both cheeks.

"Kissing your ass this way, with no clothes on, is by far better than with them on," he said in a voice soft with affection, activating the acrobats in my belly.

The next thing I knew, I was on his bed, and he was hovering over me, caressing the side of my face with a grin that had the acrobats swinging away. "Are you ready for a night you'll never forget?"

My lips curved upward; I shyly nodded, then teased, "Duh... I hate to break this to you, Ian. But if you suck in bed, or if the sex is mind-blowing either way, I'll never forget this night."

He spread my legs apart using his knee, then nudged himself in between me and chuckled. "Oh, I suck in bed all right. It's just not in the way you're assuming I'd be."

His mouth covered mine, kissing me with no tongue—softly and slowly. His hand roamed down the side of my body. And then he moved it over to the rising heat pooling between my legs. My breathing hitched, I arched my back, and he moaned and groaned the instant he slipped a couple of fingers into my wetness.

"Fuck, Tawny. You're so fucking tight, warm, and wet for me," Ian happily beamed, removing his fingers from my canal. He pressed his fists down on either side of me, pushed himself up, then hurriedly removed his shirt and tossed it on the other side of the bed.

Seconds later, his mouth was back on mine, hungrily kissing me. But not for long. His mouth left mine and began massaging my skin with his lips as he lowered down my body. And the closer he neared where I think he's falling to, the faster my breathing is becoming.

"Keep your eyes on me," he begged after my head tilted back to face the ceiling.

No man I ever dated had their mouth on the pie, my pie. And here Ian is, moving his mouth to the plate, getting ready to eat me. Ian gripped my knees, spread my legs open wider, then with his eyes on me, his mouth opened, his tongue slithered out, and as the tip of his tongue touched my swollen bud, I gripped, then tugged on his hair while bucking my hips up high, moaning as I've never moaned before—like a roaring bear.

I closed my eyes and gripped his hair tighter.

"Watch me, Tawny," he insisted again. "I want you to experience the best orgasm you've ever had.

Honestly? I don't think I've ever had a man give me an orgasm. At least, I don't think they have.

I opened my eyes while lifting my head, and once my eyes locked with Ian's, he side smirked, looked down, and continued licking me like I was a melting ice cream cone.

Skye always talked about how it feels when a man goes down on you. How it's a much different feeling than having sex itself—more pleasurable than using a dildo—and much more satisfying than having a man's cock or fingers inside you.

Now that I'm experiencing a man's mouth on me, in between my thighs, finally. I now understand why Skye thought a man-eating your most sensitive and private area is as pleasurable and exciting as it is.

It's not just pleasurable; it's fucking mind-blowing.

The licking. The nibbling. The sucking. The kissing and teasing of my party button... it's all so euphoric.

I feel like I'm floating on air.

"I want to watch you rub your tits," Ian said between teasing my pink jelly bean with his mouth and teeth.

Heat rose to my cheeks. Never have I ever rubbed my breasts in front of a man before. Even when I was alone and horny, I've never done anything to stimulate myself. So I'm not so sure I can rub my breasts in front of Ian. "I can't."

Ian's head lifted, then reached for my hands and placed them on my breasts. "There's no reason to feel embarrassed, Tawny."

"I've never felt myself up before," I embarrassingly admitted, trying to move my hands away from my breasts. Only Ian held them firm to where they were.

"It's only you and me, beautiful. So what's there to be embarrassed about?"

I shrugged a shoulder, then looked up at the ceiling. Ian's right. Why should I be sheepish about fondling my own breasts? After all, they're mine.

"Push your limits, Tawny. Go past your comfort zone and experience something new and exciting. Don't let embarrassment stop you from enjoying greater sexual satisfaction."

I lowered my chin, bit my lips together, then looked at Ian as I cupped my breasts, and as I began massaging my breasts, the heat in my cheeks rose. Then I did as he asked. I swapped from fondling to pinching and tugging my erected nipples.

"There you go. That's the way to do it, sugar lips," he boasted, wrapping his mouth over the pie and continuing to eat his dessert before the main course.

My hips started jerking, my body was trembling, and I was on the verge of exploding. Ian gripped my hips, my feet pointed like a ballerina, and then they curled. My pelvis rose from the bed, and then a cry of ecstasy escaped my lungs, echoing loudly in the room when he started fucking me with his tongue.

My hands left my breasts, and I firmly gripped the bedding. I lost all control and was now at Ian's mercy, utterly and entirely under his control. "Come for me, beautiful. I want to taste your creamy filling."

My body listened to Ian's request. My ovaries built enough heat, energy, and tingles that the pleasurable pressure Ian produced caused me to let go. I moaned, then screamed. And as his tongue swept my insides, drinking everything my body created for him. I became overexcited and started hyperventilating.

"That's enough," I cried out. "I can't take it anymore," I breathed when Ian kept insisting on circling my clit and plunging his tongue inside me. "It's too much..." I panted, resting my hands on either side of his face and trying to pull him up to me.

"Did I disappoint you down there?" Ian asked before sharing my bodily fluids with me.

"Yes," I lied, curious to see what he'll do to me next.

"Really..." he quipped, lowering his mouth to my breasts. Then wrapped it around one of my nipples, where he bit and tugged until I yelped. "Tell me again I disappointed you."

"You disappointed me. You're nothing you said you were," I lied, trying not to laugh.

His mouth moved to my other breast, where he repeated the biting and tugging until I yelped again. "Stop! That hurts!"

He chuckled. "I'll keep disciplining you until you tell me the truth."

"Why would you discipline me for telling you the truth?"

He laughed—laughing because he knows I'm full of shit.

He clucked his tongue. Tsking me for lying while removing himself from me and allowing the cool air in the room to activate my nipples once again. As he removed the rest of his clothes off, he said, "For someone who begged me to stop, claiming they couldn't handle my tongue satisfying them anymore, it sure didn't seem like you weren't enjoying it. And you sure didn't seem like I had disappointed you."

I huffed. "Well, you're disappointing me right now. Rather than giving me the sexual satisfaction you promised to give, you're loquacious. And annoying. I don't want you talking; I want action."

Ian's eyebrows arched high. "Do you remember the club?" he asked, opening the drawer to his nightstand.

"Yeah, what about it?" I responded, watching and wondering what he was removing from his drawer.

"Do you remember how the doms were disciplining their dominatrixes?"

I thought back to that night as he stood by the bed, rolling a condom over his hardened shaft. My mouth watered at the sight of him—his cock.

"Tell me, Tawny. What do you remember?" he asked, stroking himself while slowly climbing on and kneeling on the bed beside me.

My eyes focused on the hand stroking the tool he's about to hammer inside me. "I remember the women in restraints, the spanking, the torture the women were enjoying, and how my body reacted to it," I quietly said, swallowing hard after realizing what God gifted him with.

"How did your body react?" he asked lowly.

"It excited me," I admitted as he climbed over me, reaching for my wrists and pushing them up above my head, holding them firmly together with one hand.

His head tilted to the side, then asked, "Why did that excite you?"

"Because of how the women were restrained, and the type of pain their dom caused them to feel. The bondage, the handcuffs, or the chains that physically restricted the women from fighting back. The sexual behavior, the relationship closeness, the decreased stress that both willing partners displayed in their scenes were thrilling. The power dynamics laid out explicitly for them to be eroticized."

He lowered his face, his nose touching mine, and with a smile, he asked. "Would you like to experience that now? Or another time?"

I wasn't expecting Ian to ask if I'd like to partake in that BDSM scene, and I gulped, slowly moving my head from side to side. "Not really."

His lips pressed to mine. "Are you sure?"

"Maybe some other time," I nervously whispered, even though I felt tempted to experiment sex differently with Ian. I was very tempted but feared it'd be something I'd hate. Disappointing Ian. "I just want us to have sex how I thought we were from the start."

"That's fine; I'll have sex with you however you'd like. I only figured since you're the kind of girl who enjoys a good challenge, you'd push your comfort zone and try some erotic role-playing."

He loosened my wrists, held one of my arms up above my head, then lowered my hand to his cock, having me wrap my hand around it. "Tell me how you want me to use this on you. I want to know how you enjoy having sex. Do you like it rough? Or do you like it soft and slow?"

To get a better idea of what was going inside me. I moved my hand up and down Ian's shaft, studying the length and girth of his cock. And now I'm nervous. He's much broader and longer than my ex was.

Turn the page, Tawny. Let's start this new chapter...

"Surprise me. I want you to fuck me however you wish to." I specified, surprising myself with how blunt I was. But it's true. I want Ian to grab my hips, pull me into him like my life depended on it, and for him to fuck me. For us to go at it like two horny rabbits.

Ian crushed his lips to mine. Then he held my wrists firm above my head, and without warning, he barged his cock into me, moving his cock in ways no man has ever internally moved inside before—our bodies synchronizing—doing exactly what I wanted us to do—fuck.

Fucking like rabbits—so euphoric. So exciting. So pleasurable. So enjoyable. And so damn satisfying.

I know I said I didn't want to be restrained. But with Ian holding my arms up above my head, locking my wrists together, and restricting me from digging and clawing his back, I feel it is one of the hottest sex moves I've ever experienced.

I feel submissive, with Ian pinning me down.

I feel submissive to his power and strength.

And holy crap... being restrained is sexier than I thought it would be—the physical closeness and how Ian's strong, muscular body is over mine. The desire in Ian's eyes, the desire painted on his face, and the smell of him feeding my senses are arousing me so much more. And what I'm loving about this new way of having sex is that I can feel his pleasure escalating so much easier. And how that pleasure is feeding mine.

The echoing in the room is exciting to me; between our skin slapping against each other, Ian's moans, and my whimpering, it is so stimulating that I'm losing control. And the longer Ian fucks me as he is, with his mouth dominating mine—possessive, yet passionately. The more I tremble, and my pussy immensely contracts against Ian's cock.

Ian unlocked his lips from mine, lowered to my ear, and in a gruff voice, he said, "Come all over my cock, honey pie."

That was it for me. I completely lost it. My toes curled, my body tensed, and then I screamed, "I'm fucking cumming!"

Ian's mouth landed back on mine, kissing and fucking me until my entire body orgasmed. All while letting me know I am now his and his only. And as he warmed my insides of his cum, he warned there'll be no mercy given to anyone who tries taking me from him.

Possessive... I like it.

Ian looked me in the eye and smiled one hell of a beautiful smile—one I've never seen his mouth form into. He released his grip around my wrists, then as he rolled to his back, he pulled me on top of him and proclaimed, "It's official sugar lips. You're now mine."

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!!❤❤