Steel Dominance by Cari Silverwood

in and out of her slit. Yet she managed to push more, and thrust a little toward him with each shove of his fingers into her. Her wetness made thick squelching sounds—loud declarations of her arousal, of her lust.
    “I like your taste, Sofia.”
    He set his mouth on her again and sucked her clit in. His teeth caged the nub, and his tongue swept across and toggled it to and fro. The slip and slide made her concentrate on that, made her climb into ecstasy territory yet again. Inevitable. Couldn’t stop. Tied and controlled by Dankyo, and the man had a dangerous tongue.
    Her groans and gasps came louder this time. She opened her mouth as wide as it could go, dragging in air. A tidal wave smashed through her, obliterating thought. As everything peaked, blackness screamed in, her mind disintegrated, and she fell, convulsing with pleasure, into soft, gentle darkness.

Chapter Nine
    She wasn’t non compos mentis for long, but she remembered. Or thought she did.
    Did I have an orgasm, then black out?
    And someone big was carrying her. His coat rubbed against her hair and made scratching sounds right next to her ear. When she peeked up, she saw it was Dankyo. The rocking motion as he walked made her thoughts slow again.
    “What happened?” she mumbled.
    “You fainted.” He smiled down at her.
    “Oh.” She frowned. “I’m sorry. I’ve never—”
    “Don’t be. It’s fine. I take it as a compliment. It happens sometimes. We’re leaving now. Close your eyes.”
    Such a casual dismissal? But she did what he’d said—closed her eyes. Being right next to his chest, with his arms around her and with his heart thumping under her ear—it was so relaxing. When they reached the vehicle and slid into the backseat, she cuddled up to him again. By the time they arrived at their destination, she’d recovered a little but stayed in his arms.
    Their steam limousine drew to a halt near the lamplit entrance to an arched gateway. Their vehicle was too large to drive through. Above, the facade of a long building climbed into the dark sky.
    She tried to get out and walk, and Dankyo blocked the door.
    “This is the Hellenic delegation’s compound, Sofia. If you get out like that will you be happy at the impression you make?”
    She looked down. Remembered. Bare breasts. Nipple jewelry. Uh-oh . At least she had the harem pants on. Somehow, braving public scrutiny at the dinner party had been less confronting than here where people would see her every day. Perhaps in a week this would mean nothing to her, but not yet, not tonight.
    “Your coat?” she asked hopefully.
    He slowly shook his head. “I’ll carry you again. Snuggle in, and no one will see a thing.”
    Grrr . The staring match lasted all of two seconds before she gave in. Damn. How does he do this?
    She snuggled. As he followed a guide and carried her up stairs and along corridors, she recalled all the arguments with her father and brothers. How much they would have paid to know Dankyo’s secret for getting her to say yes.
    “Here.” He nudged open the door their quiet guide had indicated. “Our bedroom for a while.”
    Our? The innocent yet somehow astounding word made her wriggle from his grasp. Her bare feet hit the cool timber floor. The click of the door shutting made her whirl, and she felt the tug of the fabric tails on her nipples.
    It was true, though. She had to stay with him. For appearances. Was it such a hardship? She swayed. Her eyelids threatened to close down altogether. If she hadn’t trusted him, she would have roused, but she did. Trust him. What a strange concept.
    But, I do. So tired.
    “Go get washed up.” He indicated. “Unless you’d like me to help?”
    Hell no . On automatic, she trudged to the indicated bathroom, slipped off her clothes, cleaned up, and went back into the room, then hesitated. One bed. No other bed, nowhere else to go. Half-asleep already, she considered.
    He’d given her orgasms, sucked and licked her down below, tied