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“You’ll wear this again for me,” he said in a husky, authoritative tone as he opened several of the hooks and eyes. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Erin replied, waiting for him to touch her. The fabric was just loose enough that he was able to slip his fingers between the corset and her flesh and ease her breasts upward until they were fully exposed.

He brushed his thumbs over her nipples and Erin arched her back against the delicious ache his touch created. She tunneled her fingers through his hair and tugged his head downward. He circled the tip of his tongue around the hard point, flicking slowly until she couldn’t stand the torment. She pressed his head tight against her flesh and cried out when his lip-covered teeth clamped down. Juice flooded her pussy and she spread her legs and wrapped her heels around the backs of his thighs. He moved to her other breast and showered it with the same erotic temptation as he worked at the fastenings of his pants.

She heard his muffled “motherfucker” and smiled. A second later he pulled away and spun his back toward the end of the table, resting against the wood as he pulled first one tall boot and then the other off and tossed them aside. His pants all but disappeared from his body and when he turned around, he whipped the billowy shirt over his head.

Tall and hard and obviously pleased with himself, he gave her a devilish smile and bent down to pick up the forgotten sash. He wrapped the length of silk around his hand and Erin sat up just a bit straighter when he reached for his cock.

“This table is designed for all sorts of delights but I doubt we’re going to get to them all.” He stroked himself twice, from base to tip, as he stepped to the side of the table and offered Erin his free hand. “Lie back.”

She took his hand and eased onto her back, anticipation ratcheting her nerves as he let the length of silk unfurl onto her stomach.

“Tied or blindfolded?” He stared down at her intently and waited.

Bound or sightless. Unable to move from whatever wildly delicious thing he did or the inability to see his gorgeous face while he did them? She raised her arms and offered him her wrists, her pussy applauding her decision with tiny little pulses.

She expected a smile but he didn’t offer one. He scooped up the silk and had her bound excessively fast. Her heart picked up its pace at his speed and expertise. He’d done this before, whether here or somewhere else, and she was surprised she didn’t feel a bit of jealousy.

He eased her hands upward until they were stretched above her head. She felt movement, and when he stepped backward she automatically tried to lower her arms, only to find he’d attached the silk to the table itself.

Without another word he moved between her thighs and grabbed her calves, pushing her knees toward her chest. He held her there for what seemed like eternity, staring down at her exposed flesh until Erin shifted her hips. His only response was to tighten his grip and lower his mouth to her drenched pussy.

He went down on her with a slowness that had her toes curling painfully in her shoes. She rotated her ankles, wanting the shoes gone, and a moment later, without lifting his head or dislodging his skillful tongue, Danny pulled each of them from her feet and let them thump to the floor. He teased her clit with broad, crisscrossing strokes until she swore loudly and tugged at her restraints. Despite the wetness from his attention, she could feel her own desire seeping. The thought of him loving the taste of her juices prodded the onslaught of release.

“Danny. Stop. I want to come. With you. Not like this.” She twisted her body away from his mouth but he wrapped his hands around the backs of her thighs and pulled her back to his lips.

“Oh you will, baby. But you’re going now too. Then you’ll be dished another punishment for ‘telling’ me you want to come instead of ‘asking’ permission. You’ve done enough research to know I couldn’t let that slide.”

She had a second to consider his words before the tip of his tongue flicked the top of her clit, exerting just the right amount of pressure every few strokes to ensure that, when he offered one firm, final tap, a small orgasm rolled free.

“
Mmmm
. This is where I’ve wanted you Erin for all these years.” He stood up and guided her legs over his hips and she managed to keep them there despite the fact she just wanted to let them collapse against the table and let the little ripples of pleasure disperse.

“I’ve dreamed of watching you float back down to Earth so I could turn around and make you come again.”

Her pussy clenched at his words and the little ripples turned into small waves as he ran his cock head up and down her slick folds. Her muscles jumped every time he brushed her clit and she scooted closer to the end of the table, not caring how her sweaty skin stuck to the leather.

“Soon, baby. But not quite yet. I do love the way your juices slick my cock though. I could get you off just like this, couldn’t I?”

Erin twisted her wrists and grabbed the length of silk for support as he slid the ridge of his cock back and forth just below her clit, the stroke of his soft skin driving her wild.

“That was a question. Answer.”

“Yes,” she answered quickly, shifting her hips just a little to bring him into full alignment.

“Then it really doesn’t constitute punishment, does it?”

The heat of his body disappeared and Erin raised her head and watched him take a step backward. She barely curbed the urge to tell him to come back.

“I think it’s time to let a few of the others reap their rewards. Nice and close. Would you enjoy a bevy of hands and mouths caressing every inch of your body? Isn’t that every woman’s dream?”

She’d fantasized about multiple partners. What woman hadn’t? But now, with them only a few steps away…

“Total honesty. No lies here. There’s no reason for them,” Daniel said. He leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair off her forehead and she closed her eyes and turned her face into his warm palm. “The truth, Erin. But think before you answer. This may very well be the only night they’re at your disposal.”

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, an unexpected surge of satisfaction shooting through her at the possessiveness of his gaze.

“Only one mouth,” she said softly, parting her lips in a silent plea. He stared at her intently before bending down and granting her a quick kiss. That one tiny action felt like a benediction and Erin released the breath she’d been holding.

“I’d prefer your legs be bound,” he whispered. “But I really don’t want to take the time to break out the rope and work all the pretty knots.”

Rope. And knots.
Flashes of the numerous fetish sites she’d visited for research sent a wave of heat down the center of her body.

“Your choice, baby. Pick the two people you want to hold your legs in place. Fully open and waiting.”

“For what?” she whispered.

“That depends on your choices.”

Erin’s mind raced, spinning in circles as she thought of each of the people he’d enlisted for the evening. She’d seen them briefly but one choice was quite easy. The other took a bit more consideration. In the end she was pleased with the confidence of her response.

“Philip. And the stable master, Jenkins.”

He gave an almost imperceptible nod and the sound of heavy feet walking across the floor echoed through the room, their slow, measured walk a direct contrast to the hurried thrumming of her heart.

“If you had picked the cook, you’d have found yourself at the end of a wooden spoon. Tina would have produced a feather duster, which you definitely would have loved.”

Dear god.

The men took their places on each side of the table and Erin tried not to flinch under their close scrutiny. Philip’s gaze roamed every inch of her exposed skin while the other man met Erin’s eyes and offered her a slow smile. Both were attractive. Rugged, actually. Exactly as she had imagined them in her mind before they had come to life in her story.

“Jenkins,” Danny said. He extended his arm in the man’s direction, palm open. Erin watched the man lean to the right and reach downward toward his boot. Her eyes widened when he handed Danny a short black leather riding crop with a wide leather flap at the end.

“This is what you get for picking the keeper of the horses.” He held the instrument a few feet from her face and with barely a flick of his wrist the flap moved rapidly up and down. “Gentlemen.”

Indecision gnawed at her insides. She hadn’t expected a crop. It was imposing in thought and probably would be ten times more so when he plied it. And it didn’t take much of an imagination with her lying on her back to figure out the general area on which Danny was going to focus. A wave of sheer nervousness assailed her and her right foot started its age-old habit of uncontrolled jiggling.

With lightening speed Jenkins wrapped his hand around her ankle and yanked her foot upward off the table until her leg was forced backward, her knee up to her breast. Instinctively she scooted her body backward and tried to turn her hip away. In less than a heartbeat Philip grabbed hold of her other foot and mirrored the position, leaving Erin fully exposed to the man standing at the bottom of the table, a very knowing gleam in his eye.

Chapter Seven

Erin froze when he gently placed the crop between her breasts and offered a few light taps. Insignificant little things that did nothing except make her more attentive. Which was probably what he wanted. When he began to slide the wide band of leather down her body she gave up considering his psychological theory in general and concentrated on how close the implement was getting to her pussy. Did he intend to draw the tab over her bare flesh or be as bold as some of the snippets of video she had watched and actually connect with her sensitive clit? Moisture leaked from her slit and she distinctly felt the slow, progressive path it was taking toward her asshole.

“Creaming already, Erin, and you haven’t felt the first lick.”

He ground the tab of leather against her nub and she rocked her hips, groaning. The men at her sides wrapped their arms around her legs and forced her ass back to the table, not relaxing their grips one bit.

“I told you not to move. When are you going to listen, Erin?”

The first blow shocked her. It was quick and sharp, a solid snap on the cheek of her ass that took a second or two after realization before the sting set in.

“How was that?”

Erin bit her lip and let her head rest back on the table, staring at the pitch-black ceiling. She had no intention of answering because, as the seconds ticked by, she realized what her answer would be. And she wasn’t quite ready to admit the truth. Not to herself and not to him.

“Answers get rewards, Erin. Let’s try again.”

The second
crack
landed on her other ass cheek, a little higher. A little firmer.

“Like it?” Danny asked.

“Or love it?” Jenkins added, running his palm down her hamstring until his fingers rested just above the blow.

“Don’t hold your breath,” Danny ordered. She slowly exhaled, trying to relax, but the knowledge that another blow was coming had her tightening her lower body.

“Or maybe she hates it,” Philip said, exerting a little more pressure.

Erin glanced at the two men then met Danny’s anticipatory gaze. He waited and she simply stared at him. Until his arm swung backward.

“I don’t like it,” she blurted. “It burns. After. It’s not what I expected.”

He landed a quick
thwack
on the inside of her thigh and she shrieked, not from the pain but from the suddenness of his move. Of the new location. Of the fact that she thought she had obeyed. But before the discomfort could set in, Danny’s hand rubbed her thigh directly over the spot the crop had landed.

His touch was different than before. Different from when his palm had delivered the erotic spanking.

He’d mentioned a reward. The feel of his palm upon her was just that. It was a comfort of sorts and she wondered if she would have to do something specific to reap another caress.

“That was very good, Erin. Despite the fact that you took a little too long to answer.”

He started another series of strokes and she lay there, each connection eliciting a grunt, each answering caress turning the harsh sound into a lovely moan. The crop landed once more, a lighter tap on her extreme upper thigh, perilously close to her engorged pussy, and the men allowed her legs to move inward against the sensation.

“Open,” Daniel commanded.

Erin dropped her knees, heartbeat ratcheting to the point she could feel her pulse beat against the silk binding her wrists.

She waited for what felt like an eternity, desire building, before the leather tab brushed her clit. Top toward bottom and back upward again at a pace so achingly slow Erin bit her lip to keep from crying out. She had anticipated the touch—assumed a full, unencumbered tapping would be next, not the leisureliness that was causing her thighs to shake.

“Your pussy’s glistening,” he said, running his finger around her opening while still plying the crop. “So wet.”

He thrust two fingers into her channel and she swore. A loud resounding “fuck” that had all three men looking at her and smiling. She closed her eyes, blocking out their faces and focusing on the delicious manner in which Danny was stroking her inner walls, each tiny curl of his fingers coinciding with an upward stroke of the crop that in less than a minute had her on the brink of coming.

“Oh not yet,” he said in a somewhat cocky tone, easing his fingers free before landing one quick stroke on her clit that sent a shiver through her entire body.

Erin lay panting, her breath flowing in and out of her slightly parted mouth, and she fought the urge to scream her frustration. She watched him lower his head, using his tongue to sooth her stinging flesh. One broad stroke skyrocketed her right back to the pinnacle. Another lick and her senses were reeling. Then everything turned into a realm of slow motion.

Danny saying something to Philip and Jenkins and the men shifting her legs so she was utterly open, holding her knees with one arm as they faced her upper body and moved closer. She watched, knowing she could tell them to stop, but she didn’t. Not when Philip placed a chaste kiss on her abs. Not when Jenkins reached up and palmed her breast. When Philip repeated the man’s action, Erin looked down at Danny.