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  For a second she couldn’t remember where she was or why she couldn’t move. Or why the light was on in her bedroom. And why was she hanging over the side of the bed?

  A hand swept the hair from her face. “How are you feeling?”

  She couldn’t see him but she recognized the voice now. Master. “Oh god.”

  “Do you wish to continue?”

  Did she? She shouldn’t. The orgasm he’d given her, though rapturous on a level she’d never experienced, should have scared her. She’d never fainted during sex. Not even come close to unconsciousness. Simon gave her lots of orgasms. Multiple orgasms. But he’d never made her come so hard that she fainted. But now that she had…

  “Yes, Master, please.” Masochist.

  She could almost sense the smile on his face as he let go of her hair and it fell back into place. “That’s my pet.”

  More like a puppet. And he pulled all the strings. But she had to admit, she liked every string he’d pulled so far.

  “Here’s something to help ease the burn.” A cool liquid dripped onto one side of her ass, then the other. He rubbed it in, making wide languorous circles from the outside in. Then he massaged her thighs. “Better?”

  “Yes, Master, much better.” Though it hadn’t felt bad to start with. She’d relished the lingering heat. She must not have been out very long. Or maybe the buzz of a good whipping lasted longer than she thought. But right now Tara was so relaxed she could have drifted off to sleep.

  He squirted more liquid near the crevice of her ass. It flowed over her anus and toward her slit. He caught it with two fingers and inched back up to massage the gel into her puckered hole. Her muscles clenched automatically and she willed them to soften. It didn’t take much to guess where he was going, and though she’d never had anal sex, she liked it when Simon fingered her there.

  A finger slid to the second knuckle and swiveled in a half circle, stimulating the inner tissue. She moaned and wriggled her ass, encouraging him to go deeper. The finger withdrew but more lubricant dribbled on her rosette and a second finger joined the first to thrust deeper than before. A slight burn, pleasant in a way she couldn’t explain and much different than the burn of the flogger, began to ooze through her core.

  Trying to rock against his thrust was futile. He seemed bent on venturing only so far. She didn’t know if she’d like him any deeper but some inherent instinct told her she would. That the pleasure would be that much greater. But she resigned herself to enjoy what he gave her.

  Only he must have decided she didn’t deserve more because his fingers slipped free. Then again, maybe he thought she deserved more than his fingers. Something slick and firm probed her hole, growing wider as it eased through the tight ring of muscle. An anal plug, if she had to guess. It slid back out then plunged in again. Out, in, penetrating a fraction farther with each thrust, stretching her wider, increasing the burn, fucking her like she’d only fantasized.

  Air heaved in and out of her lungs with the same rhythm as the butt plug. Her muscles went from lax to constricted, urging her to meet the toy thrust for thrust. She fought her body’s need and tried to concentrate on the pleasure and allowing it to simply happen.

  “You like this, don’t you, pet?”

  “Yes, Master.” She sighed.

  “You want me to fuck your ass?”

  A tremor shook her. “Very much, Master.”

  “If you further your training after tonight, you should know that I will fuck you here.” He shoved the plug deep until the flange settled against her tight sphincter. “But not tonight.”

  Once again, he left her to dig through his treasure chest of toys. When he returned, a faint hum warned her just before the assault on her clit. The vibration ripped a sharp orgasm from her that lasted only seconds and fired up a hunger for more. And left her breathing as if she were a marathon runner on an uphill course.

  “So responsive. So much more than I’d expected from a first-time sub.”

  The thick head of a penis-shaped object pressed against her tight entrance. The orgasm, no matter how brief, had locked her tight and barred a quick admission. Had he done it on purpose? Either way, she relished the slow penetration, the pressure of the dildo filling her and fighting the plug for space. At last, the toy was sheathed to the hilt. She wished it were his cock, in one passage or the other, wanted him to fuck her desperately. What the hell was he waiting for?

  A cabinet door shut and his boots thunked toward her. When had they thunked away? She’d lost track of him somehow and wasn’t sure if she might not be fading in and out of consciousness. Too much blood to the brain? Lifting her head, she tried to shake it clear. The fog lifted a bit.

  He must have noticed because his feet appeared in front of her. “Give me a status.”

  “Green…green.” Oh so green.

  “Good, because I need you with me for this next part.” He disappeared again until his hand gave her ass a swat, letting her know where he stood. The vibration of the blow echoed to the nerve endings surrounding the plug and warmth bloomed in her cunt. She melted into the bench. Nice.

  Tara prepared for the next strike, but when it landed, fiery pain exploded through the cheek he’d targeted. She strained against her bonds and screamed to high heaven. He hadn’t spanked her with his hand. No, he’d tricked her into contentment then shocked her out of it with a goddamn wooden paddle. “Son of a bitch.”

  “Uh, uh, uh. I’ll have none of that.”

  The paddle struck again, this time more centered over her ass, hitting the lip of the plug. The impact shoved her near the edge of another climax. The next whopped the top of her thigh and though she inched closer, orgasm remained out of reach. The other thigh. The left cheek. Sweat trickled down her neck and into her hair until it was a damp mop. She couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. Her body quivered, muscles convulsing, every nerve alive and humming, yet she couldn’t make the jump into oblivion.

  He circled back around. Left cheek, left thigh, right thigh, right cheek, then smack-dab center. The plug shoved against the thin membranes separating it from the dildo, knocking the knobbed head against her G-spot. Her pussy clutched the silicone shaft as the paddle left her. Another whack landed, repeating the action. And tossing her over the edge.

  She lost track of how many times the paddle landed, aware only that with every shift of the plug and dildo, the pleasure streamed higher, deeper, sweeter. Her cries sounded distant, as did the slap of wood against flesh.

  “That’s it, Tara. Give in to it. Let it take you.”

  She barely heard him though he hovered over her shoulder. How could he be so close and still be paddling her? Or was the streaking pain a ghostly but heavenly remembrance?

  “Do you know how much I want to fuck you right now? To be deep in your cunt? To have you milk my cock until I fill you with cum?”

  She couldn’t answer. She was still flying. He could have fucked her and she wouldn’t have known it. Or maybe she would and he’d take her even higher.

  To her dismay, the descent began, slow and blissful. She fought it, squeezing her inner muscles, trying to coax another orgasm. Only the usual aftershocks resulted, but they were enough to postpone the inevitable. Though not long enough.

  The dildo eased from her pussy, leaving her empty and needing to be filled. The anal plug met with more resistance, triggering more little micro-orgasms as he pulled the broadest part through her convulsing sphincter. She was too weak to make her frustration known.

  First the restraints around her thighs loosened, then the ones at her wrists. She felt herself lifted, floating through the air. No, he was carrying her. He laid her on what she guessed was the padded table. The leather was cold but the air that hit her sweaty breasts was colder. She shivered.

  “Hang on while I get you a sheet.” A moment later, he covered her then quietly set about bathing her from the waist down and massaging cream into her welts. “These will go down within the hour, but you’ll
be sore tomorrow if not already. Take a hot bath when you get home.”

  The euphoria had lifted, leaving her relaxed and sleepy. “Is it over?”

  “Yes. The session is done.” His hand stilled. “Did you enjoy our time together?”

  His question sent a rush of heat to her face. And the answer more than surprised her. “Very much.”

  “Then you’ll come to me for another?”

  “Yes.”

  He nodded and went back to his task, but she caught the pleasure her answer gave him. The same pleasure she’d seen in his eyes when he’d looked at her before the session began. And speaking of pleasure…

  “Master?”

  Again he paused, but this time he didn’t look at her. “Yes?”

  “Why didn’t you…you know? Don’t you need release?” She was afraid of what he’d say to her next question. So much was riding on his words. She closed her eyes as emotion suddenly rushed at her and tears welled. “Didn’t I turn you on enough to want me?”

  “You must not have heard me earlier or you wouldn’t ask.” He tucked the sheet around her legs and laid a hand on her shin. “I want you so much it hurts. But it was important to me that this session be about your pleasure. Next time we meet, I’ll take mine.”

  With that, he strode to the door. She opened her eyes to watch him leave, but as his hand fell on the knob he hesitated, his back to her. “Rest for a while before you try to get up. Say you will.”

  “I will.”

  “And, Tara?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Thank you.”

  Chapter Three

  Thank you. Two simple words. Simple, but words that caused an ache in her chest and couldn’t have been less illuminating. They meant appreciation, gratefulness, but the way he’d said them sounded a lot like goodbye.

  They stayed with Tara as she left the dungeon and walked through his dark and quiet house. He must have gone out, which didn’t make her feel any better. Had he not wanted to see her again? He’d said he did, but he could have been trying to let her down easy.

  The drive home had been dark and quiet as well. As soon as she got in the door of her apartment, she turned on every light and jacked up the volume of the stereo. In the shower, she’d scrubbed away the smell of sweat and sex. No, not sex. They hadn’t actually had sex. But she could smell the scent of her own arousal and was sure anyone else would too. Simon would for sure.

  As if on cue, the front door opened and shut. Keys clanged on the entry table. The stairs were carpeted, but she knew he was on his way up. He never puttered around the apartment before coming to say hello. She took an extra few minutes to towel dry her hair, putting off facing him.

  She wasn’t afraid, but after the session with Master…

  Laying the towel on the counter, Tara donned a white silk robe and stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Simon sat on the foot of the bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, his fingers threaded through chestnut-brown curls. They would be soft and cool to the touch. He wore black slacks and a black T-shirt that hugged the breadth of his shoulders and showed off every hill and valley of yummy muscle. He was delicious to look upon. The shower was a waste of time. Just looking at him stirred her juices.

  Haven’t you had enough for one night?

  Two steps put her directly in front of him. His head lifted. Soft brown eyes searched hers from behind designer frames. He looked tired. Even the half-smile looked forced. “Hey.”

  Tears burned behind her eyelids but she blinked them away. “Hey.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  God, he knew her well. “Nothing.”

  His hands settled on her hips, drawing her between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her belly. “Do you know how much I need you right now?”

  She couldn’t deny him, even if she’d wanted to. Parting the robe, she slid it over her shoulders. It fell to her waist. He leaned back and it pooled at her feet. “So beautiful.” He rained kisses on her stomach and ribs, one hand gliding down the outside of her thigh and behind her knee. Would he feel the welts on her ass and thighs? They were all but gone now. Still…

  “Come here.” With the other arm around her waist for support, he guided her knee to the bed beside his hip. She knew what he wanted and took the initiative of placing the opposite knee near his other hip to straddle him.

  He still supported her as open-mouthed kisses wet the underside of her breasts. The hand on her thigh took up residence on the right mound, squeezing, molding, lifting it to meet his tongue. Both breasts tightened, the nipples budding into hard marbles. She drove her fingers into his hair, cool and soft as she knew it would be, and tugged him closer. His hot mouth closed around the stiff peak and the sight sent a gush of searing liquid from her cunt before he even had a chance to suck.

  At the first draw, she threw her head back and moaned. He knew just what she liked. He should. They’d been together for thirteen months, but obviously they weren’t fulfilling each other’s needs. Lately he’d been withdrawn, and it felt good to have him back in her arms.

  “More, harder.” She pressed him closer.

  A growl rumbled from his chest as he pulled away and twisted, flipping her onto her back. The bed bounced as he rose, yanked the T-shirt from the waistband of his pants and tore it over his head. He didn’t speak as he unbuckled the leather belt and unfastened his slacks. He kicked off his shoes as he removed his pants and boxer-briefs in one seductive motion. His glasses hit the nightstand and slid off the other side.

  One knee hit the mattress as he grabbed her under the arms and tossed her higher on the bed. If she was wet before, she was drenched now. He’d never been this frenzied and it excited her. Even the slight scrape of the bedspread against her sore ass didn’t stop her from opening her legs in welcome.

  Crawling up her body, he latched on to her breast again, sucking hard. A hot thread of desire wove to the pit of her abdomen. There it tugged and wound tight. Blood surged to her clit and she arched against his stomach. Her breathing grew ragged. Her fists clutched at the pillow behind her head.

  “Simon.” She was ready to help him toward the release he needed. Later was soon enough to talk. And they had to talk.

  His mouth left her breast and traveled up her chest and neck. At her jawline, he slowed and seemed to take control of himself and whatever was driving him. Bracing on his elbows just under her arms, he slid his lips over hers, a whisper of a touch. She opened, eager to taste him. His tongue traced her lower lip and her tongue slipped out to meet it.

  He drew his head back but only a fraction of an inch. “I need you.”

  The bare head of his cock nudged at the slippery entrance of her pussy. They were long past condoms, had been for some time. She tilted her hips in offering. “Take what you need.”

  Another kiss brushed her cheek. “I want you.”

  Tara drew her knees to either side of his hips and dug her heels into his hard thighs. “Take what you want.”

  He pulled farther back and his gaze locked with hers. The overhead light was on but his hair, a little too long on top, wavy and curling at the ends, shadowed his face. His eyes were darker than minutes ago, and her heart constricted at the raw emotion reflected in them. “I love you, Tara.”

  She closed her eyes, the ache in her chest sweet. “Then love me now, Simon.”

  Lips, firm and demanding, slanted over hers. His tongue snaked slowly into her mouth, tasting of mint toothpaste, and his cock breached her cunt until it swallowed just the head. Her muscles clamped around him, trying to suck him deeper. He merely grunted and refused to be lured. He’d take his own sweet time, and she’d love every minute of it.

  Meanwhile, she returned his kiss and contented herself with touching him, exploring the smooth warm skin of his back, his taut shoulders and arms. Her fingers traced the dark ink circling one biceps. A strand of DNA, broken and barbed. He was such a nerd, science his passion and profession. She loved
that about him too.

  He sank another inch, then another. His progress was excruciating but heightened her senses, titillating her nerves while they gauged every degree of penetration, relished the stretch as he eventually filled her to capacity.

  “You feel so good.” His warm breath fanned her cheek in rapid succession. “Like a warm wet glove around my dick.”

  Tara smiled. He liked to talk during sex. Something she’d missed during her session with Master. He’d been quiet, unnerving, speaking mostly out of necessity.

  Simon rocked back and thrust forward. She sighed and he grunted. “I love the sounds you make when I fuck you. The little whimpers,” he kissed her ear, “the way you breathe.”

  The slow in-and-out rhythm began. She arched to meet the downward plunge. His pubic bone mashed her clit and she dug her nails into his skin.

  Another grunt and he untangled himself from her arms. Latching on to her wrists, he held them beside her head. “You’ll have me coming before I’m ready if you keep that up.”

  “And you can’t allow that.”

  “I love being inside you too much to rush.” His lips sought hers again and matched the steady pace of his hips.

  Pressure began to build deep in her core. Just when she thought she’d climax, he changed the angle of his thrusts. But he also increased the speed, not much but enough to make her glad she hadn’t come. The friction was hotter, sweeter. Every now and then the outer edge of his crown would bump the raised bundle of nerves and make her cry out. He swallowed her cry as if it fed some ravenous beast inside him.

  A sheen of sweat coated her body—Simon’s too. She’d need another shower. Their bellies slipped, his firm and ripped against her softer one. His chest glided over her breasts. Her legs lost their grip, sliding around until she finally planted her feet on the bed. That angle brought her clit back in contact with his pubic bone. Fiery pleasure rocketed through her. She was so close.

  Breaking the kiss, he pistoned faster. “Does that feel good?”

  His deep whisper rasped against her ear, making her shiver. “Yes.”