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Or later?”
    “Both.”
    He kissed her, nipped the still-swollen cut on her bottom lip
until she moaned. Swiping blood from the tiny laceration with his tongue, Cass
damn near dropped to his knees at the tantalizing taste. He whispered, “Say
stop.”
    “Just stop?”
    “Just stop.” He pulled her fingers to the front of his
slacks. “Do you want me to stop?”
    “Will I have to call you Master?”
    “No, honey, you don’t.” Harlow massaged his dick so gently.
    “Ever?”
    Cass swept his tongue across her lips, savoring her slow
surrender. “It’s enough that you know it.”
    “If I want to?”
    “Harlow, I don’t play by hard, fast rules. We’ll only do
what makes you feel good tonight.”
    “And you?”
    He knew how to shut her up. She groaned as he covered her
lips with his. Their tongues stabbed, tangled and tasted. They searched and
discovered lust and desire hidden in every corner. He yearned for more. “Bite
me again, baby.” Jesus, he’d let her taste his blood again!
    “What if…
    “The pain you bring will never be too much.”
    “It might.”
    “Then I’ll say stop.”
    She pulled her head away and pushed back far enough to gain
space to lift his shirt up and capture a hard nipple. She sucked and teased the
bud with her tongue, setting him on fire. When she pulled the nub into her
mouth and bit down hard enough to draw blood, he roared, “Hell yeah! ”
    Releasing his nipple, she took his hand and said, “Follow me.”
    “Anywhere.” Castle had discovered a piece of heaven—and he already
doubted his ability to let it go.
    Quite possibly Harlow could deliver more pain than he could
bear.
    * * * * *
    Stop!
    The word careened out of control through Harlow’s head.
    Cass didn’t scare her, but once he released her caged
desires and slipped back onto his barstool, who would take care of her then? He
reclined shamelessly naked in a chair at the side of her bed and she had no
idea what to do next. She had read things, knew what she wanted to do, but
Harlow remained frozen, unable to move or talk. Heat blossomed up her chest,
warmed her cheeks as Harlow swept her tongue across lips still tinged with
Castle’s blood and savored the exotic taste.
    “So many things I want to show you.” Castle spoke softly.
    “I’m not sure what you want.”
    “Don’t be afraid of your feelings.” He held his hand out.
“Come here.”
    She walked to stand in front of him.
    “Your blush speaks of inexperience.” Castle feathered
fingers over her stomach. “I like that.”
    “Maybe I can’t do this.”
    “You can, and these have to go.” He ripped the shorts from
her and pulled Harlow into his lap. “Say stop whenever you’re uncomfortable.”
He drew her t-shirt up and over her head. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He grasped
a hank of hair and twisted her to face him. He leaned in and smothered her with
a kiss, tender at first, then he shoved his tongue in her mouth as though he
could snatch every thought from her mind along with every breath she had taken.
Using his other hand, he massaged her breasts, playfully tugged the nipples
until she pulled her lips from his.
    “More,” she mumbled huskily. Lord, his scent was incredible.
    He tightened his hand in her hair and brought his mouth a
breath away from hers. “I’ll let you know when you can have more.” Cass’s eyes
flickered yellow. “And I’ll tell you when to talk.”
    She nodded.
    “This time I’ll give you what you want.” He pinched a nipple
roughly. “These would look so good in nipple clamps.”
    She whimpered at the idea of him licking and teasing her
buds while pinched in clamps. Should she show him the pair in her nightstand
that she experimented with when pleasuring herself?
    “I’m going to make you feel so fucking much.”
    “Yes, oh yes.”
    He stood, swiveled and placed her in the center of her bed.
“I didn’t say you could talk.” He grabbed her shorts from the floor and tore
them into ribbons.
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