Mazie smiled as she heard the water running in their master bath in Belgravia. Combined with the adjoining walk-in closet, the thing was almost as big as her entire pied-á-terre. She could hear the water pounding down on the subway tiles and glass shower enclosure.

“That for me?” she said as she entered and saw her uber sexy, uber dominant husband standing naked just outside the shower stall, which was big enough for two—and then some.

“No, I set up showers for any petite curvy girls that might come in here overdressed.”

“Overdressed? She looked down at the short tank dress she had on.

A year ago, she’d never have worn anything like this. Holden had been hell on her credit card, but that was okay because now he paid the damn thing. Even though she’d been promoted to head of security at the Savoy, there was no way she could afford to live the way they did. But then, she hadn’t lived for almost a thousand years. Their friend, the Irish witch Saoirse, had found a way to reverse a curse that had been placed on Holden long ago.

“Well, if you think I’m overdressed, why don’t you come over here and do something about it?” she teased, crooking her finger at him.

“You are such a naughty girl. I’m so glad I asked you to marry me.”

“As I recall, you didn’t ask.”

Holden grinned. “Well, that’s true, but only because you can be incredibly difficult when given what should be easy choices.”

“In other words, when I might not make the choice you want.”

“It’s part of being a Dom, supporting you to make the correct decision.”

Mazie laughed. “Again, to make the choice you want.”

“Which is the same thing. Now get out of those clothes and get your ass in here.”

“Yes, my Master. Whatever you say, my Master,” she said, pulling off her clothes.

Holden slapped her ass as she got into the shower. She hoped liked hell that he was planning to join her and bring his stiff cock with him. He stepped in with her and she reached a hand out to touch his chest. Touching him anywhere between his belly button and knees wasn’t allowed without his permission. Mazie ran her hand across his hard muscle and soft-haired, sculpted chest.

A spark flashed in his dark eyes and his nostrils flared as he scented the warm, wet air. “What do you girls get up to in this ballet class?”

“I never said ballet and it isn’t ballet. It’s burlesque. It’s fun, and I think you’ll enjoy our show very much. We’re doing it at Baker Street and JJ is hoping to grow the class.”

“If there’s no professional to teach you, how do you know if you’re getting it right?”

“If your Dom wants to fuck your brains out when you’re done, you did it right.”

“That will teach you nothing. I always want to fuck your brains out and smart as you are, I have yet to get that job done.”

“I guess you’ll just have to keep trying.”

Holden flipped her around and landed three hard swats to her bottom. “At some point, little one, you’ll learn not to turn that sassy mouth on me.”

He might think that, but she knew different. She loved him with every fiber of her being, but better than that, he felt the same way about her and never failed to prove it each and every day. His hands drifted down from her waist to her hips and pulled her forward into his body so that his hard cock pulsed with the beat of his heart, and she could feel her own system kicking into syncopated rhythm.

“I love you,” she whispered, nuzzling his neck.

“Only half as much as I love you.”

His hands moved down from her hips to cradle her rounded globes, squeezing and kneading them, pulling her even closer so he could whisper kisses across her face. One hand remained resting on her ass as his other came up to gently choke her before pressing up and forcing her to tilt her head back.

“Who do you belong to, sub?” he growled.

“You, Master. I belong to you,” she purred, and she did, in the very same way he belonged to her.

He brought his mouth down on hers in a bruising kiss. Her Master was hungry, and he thought of her as his personal, unending buffet. He held her close as his cock pressed into her belly. She knew it wasn’t her belly his dick wanted. His hard rod was primed, dripping pre-cum and he wanted up inside her, to pound into her and make her scream his name.

He tilted her head out of his way so he could kiss his way down her throat to her breasts. His tongue reached, licking her nipple, drawing it into his mouth and suckling—making her gasp.

Arousal spiked and flamed throughout her body. He was the only one who’d ever been able to do this to her. If he was in a mood to prove just which of them was dominant, he’d keep her on edge for hours before allowing her to come.

Holden turned her around, his cock pressing against the cleft in her ass, the hot water beating down on them. His hands trapped her against him. His left hand snaked down to cup her mons and keep her lower body pressed against his. His right hand came up to pinch and tug her nipples while he nuzzled her neck, biting her earlobe.

“Is your pussy wet, little one? Are you soft and warm? Will your cunt welcome my cock when it thrusts into you over and over and over again? Tell me, little one, do you want your Master to fuck you?”

“God, yes,” she said with a broken cry. She wasn’t sure how he could talk like that to her and make it sound so loving and sexy.

“Let me see,” he growled as he splayed her labia with his fingers and pressed his thumb against her clit.

He trailed his fingers down to the opening of her core, teasing but never penetrating. He brought his hand back up to play with her clit again before going down to her pussy and shoving his fingers inside, bringing some of her honey up to his mouth to lick his fingers clean.

“Hmm, you taste good.”

She stomped her feet and wriggled her ass. He was driving her mad. His response was as quick as it was expected. He pressed her down so that she was leaning on the bench with her hands as he smacked her three more times.

“Who is your Master, Mazie?”

“You are, Sir. You are. I’m sorry, Holden. You’re making me crazy.”

“That’s the goal. Do you have any idea how much fun you are when I drive you wild first? All I have to do is shove into you and you climax. Damn, there is nothing better. The way your cunt contracts all around me. Nothing better.”

“Please, Master, please?”

Holden drew her up and turned her around. Using the shower wall for leverage, he lifted her up by the backs of her thighs and then slowly lowered her back down, impaling her and making her climax. She clutched his shoulders, digging her nails into him. He filled her up, but she was slick and ready for him. As he began to raise and lower her on his dick, her nipples grazed over his chest which acted like some kind of super charger for her libido.

“Good girl,” he purred. “Wrap your legs around me.”

“Oh God,” she said, doing as he wanted and taking him as deep as she could.

His pelvis bumped her clit every time he brought her down. Again and again, he thrust up into her as he brought her down, slamming into her with ruthless abandon and hitting her sweet spot up inside her. Her pussy spasmed and she climaxed a second time as her pussy clamped down on him like her life depended on it. Heaven, sheer heaven.

She gave herself over to him completely, letting him guide their movements and pleasure. Taking her to dizzying new heights. The third time she orgasmed, he pounded into her until finally his arms wrapped around her tightly and he trapped her as he gave up his cum to her, filling her with his warm, creamy essence.

“Better,” he growled. He lifted her off him and soaped her body with a soft sponge, allowing the warm water to rinse her clean.

Mazie was slumped against him, barely able to move when he swept her up in his arms and exited the shower. He set her down on the soft bathmat and began to dry her with a thick, soft towel that glided along her flesh, absorbing the water. He held her up against his body, so she was facing the mirror. He used the towel on her breasts, moving from one to the other until her skin was sensitized, and her nipples stood at attention, wordlessly begging for some relief. She was mesmerized by the sight of his hands on her naked body.

Holden turned her around, grabbed another completely dry towel, and blotted her back dry. He kneeled in front of her, drying one ass cheek, moving down to her thigh before drying that leg as well. She could feel his breath skimming across her sex as he focused on getting her dry and comfortable, only barely pressing against her clit and pussy.

“All ready,” he said seductively.

“For what?” she asked looking up at him.

“Round two.”