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He walked out of the bathroom, a towel knotted at his waist,
and slipped behind her, resting his hands lightly on her shoulders.

“Want to see how ready I was for you to get home?” he
growled low in her ear.

She jumped, jabbing him with her elbow in the process.

“Jesus, Fallon.” He tightened his hands on her arms.

“Ohmigod.” She blew out a breath. “You startled me. I’m
sorry.” She turned to face him, rubbing his midriff where she’d poked him. “Did
I hurt you?”

He laughed. “Takes a lot more than that to injure me.” He
studied her face carefully, trying to read her expression. “Your day go okay?”

Her smile looked just slightly forced. “Now that I’m here
with
you
, it’s just fine.” She pressed her lips to his chest.

“Well, I’m naked—or almost—just as I said I’d be. And the
tub is ready and waiting.” He nipped her shoulder. “For after.”

“After?”

“Mm-hmm.” Okay, time to get moving here. He took a step
back. “Clothes off,” he ordered. “Now.”

A sparkle lit her eyes and his cock pushed at the towel
covering it.

“Yes, Sir.” Her hands trembled slightly as she unbuttoned
her blouse and shrugged it from her shoulders. He hoped the shakiness was in
anticipation of what was to come and not anything else. Without the silk of the
blouse to shield her breasts, the outlines of the nipple rings were plain
against the satin fabric of her bra. Cupping her breasts in his palms, Cord
leaned forward and closed his mouth over one nipple, sucking it hard into his
mouth.

A little hum buzzed up from her throat and this time he was
sure the quivering was due to the stimulation. He closed his teeth over the
ring and tugged and the sound grew louder. Fallon lifted her hands to his
shoulders.

“Hands at your sides,” he instructed, “until I tell you what
to do next.”

Her chest rose and fell with the increase in her breathing
as he suckled each nipple in turn, biting her through the material of her bra
and pulling lightly on the jewelry. When the cloth was soaked, he reached
behind her, unclasped the bra and drew the straps down her arms. As he tossed
it to the floor, he placed his lips over the hollow of her throat where her
pulse was beating wildly and sucked. Hard. He knew it would mark her but at the
moment, he was all about signifying ownership. To anyone.

“All right. Now the skirt.”

She reached behind, unfastening the button at the waistband
and lowering the zipper. In seconds the skirt joined her other garments and she
stood in front of him in only a pale-pink thong and very sexy thigh-high
stockings.

“Lift your breasts for me. Push them out.”

When she offered them on the palms of her hands, he bent his
head and swiped his tongue across the tips, grazing with his teeth then
soothing with his tongue. He licked carefully around the thin metal where the
rings pierced her nipples and noted that they’d healed very well. He’d been a
fanatic about caring for them, cleaning them and applying a healing cream. He’d
heard too many horror stories about people who had piercings they hadn’t taken
proper care of.

Raising his head, he stared into her eyes, trying to read
what she was thinking, but all he saw was heat. And lust. Okay, good enough. He
could work with that and go from there.

He walked around her, studying every line of her body.
Pausing at her back, he drew the tip of a finger down the cleft of her
buttocks. One finger pushed aside the string of her thong and pressed against
her tiny hole. The sphincter muscle resisted intrusion, tightening against him.

“Are you still sore?” It hadn’t been that long since he’d
punished her with the large plug. “Don’t lie to me.” The last thing he wanted
was for her to skew her answers to what she thought he expected. He wasn’t
goddamn Willoughby.

“Y-Yes, Sir. A little.”

“Okay. We’ll take care of that.” He pulled the thong down
and nudged her to step out of it, leaving the thigh-highs in place. “Get up on
the bed on your hands and knees.”

From the drawer of the nightstand he took the tube of balm
he’d used right after their last session, and again this morning. He also took
out a very slim metal wand and covered it liberally with the salve. Spreading
the cheeks of her ass with one hand, he used the other to slide the wand in
slowly and gently. Her breath hissed through her teeth at the first contact and
her muscles tightened.

“Your tissue will warm this,” he told her, “and speed up the
healing effects of the balm. It should take care of any lingering burn.”

“Mmm,” she sighed, holding herself still for him.

Once the wand was seated inside her, Cord slid his other
hand between her thighs and sought her clit.

“Easy,” he crooned. “Just relax. Remember how good this
makes you feel.”

He planned to make her feel good in other ways too. So good
she might not even remember her own name.

Holding the wand in place, he brushed his finger back and
forth across her clit in an easy rhythm. She trembled, her body stiffening as
she responded to the stimulation. When he pressed the flat of his hand against
her cunt, her juices soaked him. Good. His plan to drive her crazy with
pleasure, to wipe away any crazy need for Willoughby, was going to work.

“How’s that sweet ass, girl?” He placed a kiss on one butt
cheek. “Feeling better?”

“Yes.” The word came out on a soft breath. “Sir.”

He stroked the palm of his hand over her pussy, rubbing the
puffy lips and making sure each pass caught the tip of her hot bundle of sexual
nerves. When he slipped two fingers inside her channel, her walls tightened. He
felt the wand in her ass as he slowly stroked his fingers in and out of her
sheath.

When she began to rock back and forth on his hand and
fingers, he slapped her ass lightly.

“No moving,” he cautioned. “I’ll tell you when to move.”

He placed his hand on her back at the base of her spine and
felt her tense beneath his touch, struggling to hold still for him. She moaned
in protest when he removed both hands.

“So you want more? More of my touch? More of what I can give
you?” He would make her answer every step of the way.

“Yes, please. Sir.”

Cord slid off the bed and shifted her body until her knees
were just at the very edge of the mattress. Kneeling on the floor, he pinched
her pussy lips lightly before opening them to expose her fully.

“Do not move,” he ordered. “Stay just this way. And above
all, do not come. I’m going to pleasure both of us, but my enjoyment will come
from making you crave that orgasm. To desire it more than anything else.” He
brushed his thumbs along her swollen lips. “To know that your greatest pleasure
comes from me, and the knowledge that I’ll always give you what you want.” He
paused. “Because you are
mine
. Do you understand?”

He held his breath, waiting, jaw clenched when she didn’t
answer immediately.

“Well?” he prompted.

“I understand, Sir.” Her swallow was audible. “I do.”

“Say the words again, girl.” His jaw tightened as he again
waited for her answer.

“I understand.”

He let out a slow breath, put his head between her thighs
and took a long, slow lap of her pink cunt.

Delicious!
Her taste was better than any fine wine or
aged bourbon, and much more addictive. He sensed the tension in her body as she
forced herself to hold still under his assault. He thrust his tongue into her
slick channel, curled the tip of it so it scraped her flesh as he withdrew. He
did it again and again, then adjusted so he was touching her clit, flicking his
tongue back and forth over the sensitive bundle of flesh.

Inhaling her spicy scent, he spent long moments tormenting
her with his tongue, now inside her opening, now again at her clit. He gave her
no opportunity to catch her breath as he teased, pushing her toward the edge of
orgasm but never quite letting her reach it.

The walls of her cunt flexed against his tongue, squeezing,
as if her body were determined to draw it in and keep it there. He laughed in
response, a low, possessive sound.

“Mine to do with as I choose,” he reminded her. “And I
choose to drive you crazy.”

Tonight she would beg for release, not because he had driven
her there on the knife-edge of pain but because she wanted
him
more than
anything else. Wanted what only he could give her.

Still leaving the thin metal wand in place, he slid beneath
her body, urging her forward and adjusting her until her pussy was positioned
just over his mouth. Opening the lips again, he lapped at her with touches of
his tongue so light, he knew she had to concentrate to feel them. She was
dripping now, her liquid soaking his mouth, his chin, everywhere. She was so
close to coming, he was sure if he pushed just the right button she’d explode.

When he heard the low whimper that signaled the edge of an
oncoming climax, he stopped, holding her open but not touching her anywhere
else. He knew to be able to tolerate this and still hold off her release, she
had to be well into subspace, that place filled only with sensation overload
and the needs of the Master.

Releasing her cunt, he moved his hands to her breasts,
pinching her nipples then tugging on the rings. When she started to rock, the
signal she was nearly to the limit of her control, he reached up and smacked
her ass.

“None of that,” he admonished. “When you come tonight, it
will be so hard your entire body will shake. And you’ll come more than once for
me. Count on it.”

She made a soft, barely distinguishable sound in her throat
but she stopped moving. Cord slid from beneath her and rolled Fallon to her
back. Without saying a word, he stretched her out on the bed, positioning her
arms over her head and spreading her legs wide. He hoped he could do this the
way he wanted, because right now his cock was so hard it was painful. He wanted
it in her cunt, in her mouth, in her ass, any of them, all of them.

But he was supposed to be the one in charge, so he’d better
control himself.

He’d placed several items on the nightstand before taking
his shower. Now he picked up the large square of silk, folded it several times
and placed it over Fallon’s eyes.

“You know how this goes,” he reminded her. “Darkness
accentuates everything. I want you to just feel.”

He nudged her to lift her head slightly so he could tie the
ends, then eased her back down to the pillow. Next he picked up the lined
handcuffs. The headboard was hand-carved oak with an intricate design of slats,
the entire perimeter accented with metal studs. Someone would have to look very
closely to see that some of the studs were really small hooks embedded in the
wood.

Cord fastened one cuff around each wrist, then threaded a
thin steel chain through one of the hooks and attached an end to each cuff,
firmly securing her arms. Finally he fastened leather cuffs around her ankles
and thighs, bent her knees, and locked her ankles and thighs together.

Hands imprisoned over her head, legs splayed wide, Fallon’s
entire body was open to him.

His cock throbbed insistently.

Damn!

He tossed away the towel, which was tenting inconveniently
and getting in his way. Wrapping his fingers around his thick shaft, he idly
stroked it as he took in the sight before him. She wanted an orgasm? He’d give
her one. And another. And another.

The last thing he lifted from the nightstand was a tiny clitoral
vibrator. He loved using it on Fallon because she was so sensitive and
responsive. By now he was sure she was so on edge, it wouldn’t take much to
push her over.

He would have liked to use earplugs and a ball gag as well,
but early in their relationship he’d learned that just the sight of them
terrified her. She’d never told him why, but he damn well knew. He cursed
Willoughby again, that the man would turn instruments of pleasure into symbols
of fear and punishment.

If they got past their current crisis, he was determined to
show Fallon just how much those particular tools could enhance her
responsiveness.

The Dom who’d trained him all those years ago had been very
explicit about the use of them to help subs tumble into subspace. But sensory
deprivation had to be administered properly. Used incorrectly, subspace could
be a place where a bottom could lose all sense of reality and never recover. It
was up to the Dom to control it. Cord had the nasty feeling Willoughby used it
as yet another punishment.

Back up on the bed, he positioned himself again between her
thighs and clipped the tiny vibrator right to her clit. Fallon jumped, a tiny
whimper escaping her mouth.

“Easy, girl. Deep breaths.”

Stiffening his tongue, he thrust it rapidly in and out of
her opening. As he did, he flicked the tiny switch that turned on the vibrator.
Fallon jerked the moment the sensations buzzed through her, although her
movements were severely limited by her restraints.

Cord continued to work on her with his mouth and tongue. In
barely more than a few minutes, she was a quivering mass, jerking and shaking
as he drove her up and over the edge. He held her labia open as her orgasm
raced through her, drinking in the sight of the luscious pink flesh spasming
and clenching over and over again. A long scream burst forth as she rode out
the aftershocks. When he turned off the vibrator and slid three fingers inside
her to calm the twitching inner nerves, the sigh she gave was one of obvious
relief.

But he was nowhere near finished.

Giving her mere seconds to recover, Cord went to work with
his fingers, stroking and pinching and teasing. Her body, sensitized from the
first climax and all the stimulation beforehand, reacted more quickly this
time. Pinching her clit over and over, he stroked his fingers in and out,
pushing her up, up, up again and finally over. He couldn’t believe how wet she
was, how juicy, how much her body responded. He held her, his arms atop her
bound legs, hands on her hips, as she rocketed through the release, wild noises
coming from her throat.