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  “You can buy these beds?” she asked, awe filling her voice. “I’ve never seen one before.”

  Dillon gave her a wicked smile and strode to the center of the room. “You can, but I customized this one a lot. Added the cross. The chains.”

  “It’s incredible.”

  “I’m glad you think so.” Dillon pulled a white rope down from the canopy and lay it across the mattress. “Would you like me to tie you to the bed?”

  He was giving her the choice to say no, giving her an out. She wouldn’t take it. “Yes, I would. I love bondage.”

  “I know, I read your application, remember.”

  “You set this up for me?”

  He nodded and stripped off his t-shirt leaving on his snug, low-slung pants. Those had to come off soon. She marveled at his chest. The man worshiped the gym and it showed—not an ounce of fat on his lean muscles.

  “Safe word,” he snapped. He was in play, and her breath caught at the feral look on his face.

  “Red, Sir.” She lowered her gaze.

  He strode around her once then ran his hand down the front of her body. “Whatever I want you’ll do?”

  She licked her lips and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  He seized one of her breasts through her corset and massaged it roughly. “Tell me why you’re here.”

  “I want you to dominate me.” Tingles of need moved through every cell in her body eradicating all that had gone before. “I need to know that not all men will hurt me for their own gratification.”

  “Good.” He unhooked the teeth of her corset and threw it to the ground. The hunger in his eyes told her how satisfied he was with what he saw.

  “Breathtaking, sub.” He traced his fingers over the reedy pink scars crisscrossing her abdomen. She inhaled a sharp breath and held it. When she looked at him, she couldn’t decipher the emotion she saw there. Anger? Sorrow? “Take off your skirt. The shoes stay on.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Panting with lust, she shimmied her skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. Fresh excitement soaked her folds and trickled down her thighs.

  “Bend over and grab your ankles. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

  The dark command in his voice did all manner of wicked things to her insides. If he thought the scars on her abdomen were ghastly, he would think her lower back and thighs were downright gruesome. “Sir, I should warn you—“

  “Now, sub.”

  Following his wishes, Sage folded at the waist and grasped her ankles; the cool air caressing her exposed folds.

  Dillon leaned down and whispered. “I will never hurt you. I will never mark you.” If he was shocked by her disfigured skin, he didn’t show it. Standing behind her, he smoothed his caring hands over her body—down her legs and up again, up the curve of her spine—vertebrae by vertebrae, over her shoulders, and down her arms. When he reached her pussy, he slowly slicked his thumbs over her inner lips and rimmed her entrance, stretching and teasing, but not entering. Her skin ached with hunger. Months of neglect and disregarded desire burned inside of her.

  “Finger me, Sir, please.” She hadn’t meant to say the words, but she was so desperate for release, she’d say anything to get it.

  “I didn’t ask what you wanted.” He backed away leaving her bereft. “Kinbaku is something you like correct?”

  “Very much, Sir.” Japanese rope bondage was as arousing as it was intimate. Her first master had introduced her to the practice, but Roman had zero patience for the intricacy of the ropes.

  “It’s going to make you vulnerable and helpless.” He ran his fingers down the curve of her spine and grabbed her hair, pulling her into standing position. “You need to give me your complete trust. If you experience any pain, your limbs grow cold or you get pins and needles tell me at once. If you get scared. Tell me. If you feel pain. Tell me. Honesty at all times.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Excitement fizzed in her veins. Bound and helpless—it was enough to make her orgasm there and then. Her body sang with unreleased desire.

  “Stand up tall.”

  She did as he asked. He picked up the thick, coiled rope from the mattress and brushed it over her breasts. The nylon fibers felt cold against her skin and sent shivers through her.

  “Because of what you’ve been through, I’m going to go easy on you tonight. Just your hands and breasts.”

  She nodded her agreement. Easy was good. Easy was manageable. Her breaths became shallow and unsteady and her heart pounded hard.

  “I’m going to begin with your breasts.” He doubled over the rope and held the ends together. “Hold your hands against the rope at chest height.”

  A sudden round of shivers spiraled down her spine and instinct screamed run. She froze. Her breath caught and blood rushed in her ears. Panic and desire waged a war in her heart. Panic was winning.

  Dillon stopped everything and pulled her body to his and she felt every beat of his heart. “It’s okay, pet. It’s okay. Breathe with me.” He pulled in a slow deep breath and Sage copied him until her heart rate returned to normal.

  “Don’t stop, Sir,” she whispered into his chest. “I know you won’t hurt me. I just panicked a little.”

  “We can stop right now. It’s okay, Sage.”

  “No.” She shook her head. “I want you to continue.”

  “You’re a brave little sub.” Before continuing, he stood back, his green eyes assessing her, searching for a reason to stop. When he seemed satisfied, he ran the rope across her chest, just above her breasts, and around her body to the middle of her back. Her soul sang and a single whimper fell from her lips. Next he brought the rope around to the front, this time beneath her breasts. He repeated the top and bottom binding and continued to weave the rope over her shoulders and around her back until her breasts were bound in a corset of rope. Erotic wasn’t the right word to describe something so…restricting yet sensual. It was downright carnal.

  “Now for your hands,” he said. “Hold them out and keep them about two fists apart.”

  She obeyed his request. He laid the rope across her wrists, gathered the trailing length and twisted it—wrapping it twice forward then twice backward. Flutters filled her belly at the deftness of his hands.

  “Head back. I don’t want the ropes to smack your beautiful face.”

  Sage tilted her head away and watched his quick, confident movements as he wrapped the rope in opposite directions until each end met her wrists. Already everything about being with Dillon was on the opposite side of the scale compared to her previous experience. Roman wouldn’t have cared if he’d smacked her face, he would have enjoyed her yelp of pain.

  “I’m going to tie it off now.”

  After weaving and wrapping a few more times, he ended up with a large circle of rope that could be used to walk her around or to suspend her from something… She glanced up at the hook hanging from the canopy. Her inner walls fluttered and her breath caught. A fistful of need clutched her insides and she knew it wouldn’t let go until Dillon took everything he could from her.

  “By the look in your eyes, you already know what I’ve planned,” he said, his voice deep and rough. He tugged the rope toward the bed and helped Sage stand on the mattress, which wasn’t easy in a pair of heels.

  “I think—hope—I do, Sir.”

  “Lift your arms.”

  She raised her arms above her head, and Dillon secured the rope to the hook. He kicked her feet apart and traced his fingertips along her inner thighs, lightly brushing them over her soaked folds. Teasing her, arousing her, leaving her a needy, hungry mess.

  “Is this what you hoped for?” Dillon asked running his lips over her neck. He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her with so much passion, he stole her breath. “When you discovered my interests, is this what you imagined?” he asked.

  She nodded. This was everything she wanted and more. She hoped he’d take her like this. Made her forget every man that had come before him.

  “God, yes. What do you intend to
do, Sir?”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know? Don’t want to spoil the surprise.” He knelt on the bed behind her, curved his hands around her ribcage and slid them over her bound breasts. He pinched her nipples and frissons of desire raced to her clit.

  Dillon scraped his fingernails down her abdomen to the apex of her thighs. Moving his hands lower, he crushed a fingertip against her clit and worked the sensitive bud. Her hips jerked in time with his movements. Curving his other hand around her backside, he proceeded to slide two thick fingers into her pussy going knuckle deep—she kind of wished he’d add a third and stretch her to her limit.

  “Already so wet and we haven’t even begun.” He stroked his fingers up and down in a leisurely rhythm. Her pulse quickened along with her breathing and the scent of her arousal filled the air. He held his fingers inside. “Spread your legs wider. Let me see how beautiful you are.”

  “Mmmmm,” Balancing on her toes, Sage moaned and spread her legs as far as she could. A thin film of sweat covered her body, and she swayed back and forth along with the rhythm of his fingers. Having Dillon do this while she hung helplessly by her wrists intensified the sensations tenfold. How long had it been since she felt this desired? This wanted?

  Slipping his fingers from her, he stepped off the mattress and opened one a nightstand drawer. She wanted to scream, to beg him to finish what he’d started, but she bit back her words knowing if she protested, he might stop all play. He produced two weighted nipple clamps and one cylinder about the size of his middle finger. Her nipples puckered and clit pulsed accordingly.

  “I’m going to place these on your nipples and clit.” His pupils dilated and his voice turned deep and husky. The intense look on his face was serious, almost dangerous, but it didn’t scare her, not one little bit. “The cylinder will engorge you and pull blood to the surface. Once I think you’ve had enough, I’ll remove it.”

  Arousal consumed her and she nodded her agreement. The more time they spent together, the less he would spell everything he intended to do out, but she knew because of her past, he was doing it to reassure her. He knelt on the bed and Sage sagged allowing the hook to take her weight. Although her nipples were already puckered, Dillon sucked each one into his mouth, flicking his stiff tongue over the tips. When he seemed satisfied they were ready, he placed a clamp over each nipple. Slight pain mingled with pleasure, but the sense of fullness was divine.

  Dillon spread her wide and placed the cylinder over her already swollen clit. He screwed the top and pulled her bud into the clear tube. She gasped and writhed against the biting pleasure. Her clit pulsed and enlarged until she felt it would burst.

  “Feel good?” Dillon asked.

  “I think so.” He flicked his finger against the suction tube.

  “Oh, fuck.” Shocks sped through her body, swelling her breasts and tightening her nipples, but after a few seconds, the pain morphed into complete and utter pleasure.

  “How about now?”

  “Mmmmm.Yes. Good. So good.”

  “That’s what I figured.” He stepped off the bed and her gaze followed him. He shucked off his trousers and his fully aroused cock broke free. He was magnificent. Hard, thick and ready. Her parched mouth begged for him. She wanted to feel him in her mouth, feel him pulse against her lips, feel every jerk and twitch of his length.

  “It’s good to see how much I turn you on, Sir.” she said.

  A stinging smack to her backside jolted her forward. The weights attached to the clamps on her nipples swung to and fro, and the cylinder covering her clit bobbed sending streaks of pleasure to every part of her body. It took all of her will not to fall apart and beg him for an orgasm.

  “No talking. Eyes ahead.”

  A sob sounded from her throat, but she nodded and focused her eyes on the wallpaper behind the bed.

  “Would you like my cock in your mouth?”

  “Yes, Sir. Let me suck you deep.”

  Dillon lowered the chain holding her until she could kneel. He grasped either side of her head and nudged his smooth cock against her mouth, not entering—just teasing. Hitting it off her cheeks, her chin. Wiping droplets of pre-cum over her lips.

  “Please, Sir, let me taste you.” She swayed like a swing in a gentle breeze.

  “Open,” he ordered.

  She parted her lips and waited.

  She needed to have his cock in her mouth, to take him deep, to feel his seed spill down her throat. He placed a hand on the back of her scalp, guided her forward and slid his cock into her waiting mouth. His taste was everything she wanted and she feasted on him, moaning against his welcome intrusion. She inhaled his musky scent, savoring the feel of him against her tongue, her lips.

  He growled in response. “That’s it, pet.”

  Rocking back and forth, she took his magnificent cock deeper. She whimpered against his length and drew him in until he hit the back of her throat. Dillon grabbed her hair, controlling the speed and depth. The stinging pain in her follicles had nothing on the throb in her aching breasts and engorged clit. She squirmed and writhed as sensation piled upon sensation. The intensity pushing her toward oblivion.

  Chapter Three

  Dillon released her hair and fell to his knees in front of her. He brought his fingers between her legs and began to unscrew the cylinder encasing her clit. If the hook hadn’t been holding her up, she would have collapsed in a heap. Burning need surged into her and was like nothing she’d experienced before. If he wanted, Dillon could make her come with a flick of his finger. He traced a fingertip over her swollen and sensitive bud.

  “Jesus. Fuck. Sir, please.” Her head lolled back and she lost herself to his feather light touch. Her nipples pulsed and her body strained, desperately searching for its overdue climax.

  Dillon increased the pressure. “Your clit is three times its normal size.”

  His touch was too much but at the same time it wasn’t enough. She thrust her hips, silently pleading for more.

  He slid his fingers up her midline and removed the clamps attached to her nipples. Once freed, her nipples screamed with hypersensitivity, and when he tapped a fingertip against each one, she let out a guttural moan.

  “I need to taste you,” Dillon rasped. “Would you like me to suck and tongue fuck you? Would you like to come on my mouth?” Using his fingers, he massaged either side of her engorged clit.

  “Yes,” she whispered, the need inside her was so intense it bordered on agony.

  “What was that?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she half screamed half sobbed. “Please let me come.”

  He lowered himself until his mouth was in line with her clit. Stretching her wide, he clamped his lips around her aching bud. It was the greatest sensation she’d ever experienced. Fire roared through her veins demanding an escape. She wrapped her fingers around the ropes holding her, and bucked against his face and rode the waves crashing over her. Breath surged from her lungs. Rocking her hips back and forth, she gazed down at him, he watched her, his blistering eyes tearing her apart.

  Pressure built and built—wave after wave, surge after surge—until it crested and she broke apart. Her muscles contracted and she was barely aware of Dillon grasping her thighs. Barely aware of the senseless screams and curses falling from her lips. Her whole world imploded then exploded. And when she had nothing left to give, she slumped forward. Tendrils of tangled hair stuck to her back and face and sweat slicked her body. Her breathing came fast and fractured and her past hurts became nothing but a distant memory, another lifetime. Dillon was still between her legs, lapping and sucking. She struggled to get away.

  “Please, Sir. Please stop. It’s too much.” Her strangled words came out broken and harsh.

  Dillon chuckled and moved away. The lower half of his face glistened with the evidence of her orgasm.

  “If it’s really too much use your safe word.”

  She shook her head. If she used her safe word everything would stop and she didn’t want that to hap
pen, but she wasn’t sure if she could give anymore. The force of her orgasm took everything she had.

  Standing, he lifted the looped rope off the hook, and she flopped forward, but Dillon caught her and lowered her to her knees.

  “You okay to go on, pet?” He knelt in front of her and brushed the damp, matted hair from her face before pressing kisses against her forehead.

  Was she okay? Could she go on? If she didn’t finish, it wouldn’t be fair to Dillon. It was almost like letting Roman win. If her new master didn’t think she could, he would have stopped everything—safe word or not. He was too caring and careful to take her past her endurance.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m okay.”

  He smiled and stood in front of her. “Look at me. Do you want me to come now? Do you want to feel my cum splash against your face?”

  “Yes,” she panted, “now.”

  He curled a fist around his cock and positioned himself until the flared head was in line with her lips.

  She tilted her head and sucked one ball at a time into her mouth; relishing the way his cock jerked each and every time she swiped her tongue over him. His hand pumped hard and his thigh muscles clenched.

  “Get up here.” He grabbed her by the hair and guided her to his rock-hard cock. He kept his hand curled around himself and used her mouth as something he could jerk off into. A stream of curses tumbled from him. His balls drew up and he rocked in time with her movements. On a ferocious growl that came from the depths of his soul, Dillon’s cum spurted out and hit the roof of her mouth, but instead of swallowing, she let it trickle and drip from her lips and over his hand, relishing the taste.