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Enough. She needed to put up or shut up. She
needed to make her decision and save them both some more agony.

She adjusted her flowing skirt and peasant
blouse, tightened the scarf around her waist, and started to go to
the back room when the bells jangled at the front door. A draft of
fresh cool air from the windy day made its way into the store.

Even though she didn’t feel like smiling for
customers, she fixed one on her face anyway and walked toward the
front of the store. She paused and came up short.

Zach.

He was locking the front door and his back
was to her as he flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED.

She frowned. “What are you doing?”

When he faced her, she caught her breath. The
wind had tousled his black hair and he combed it through with his
fingers. He was so hard in all of the right places, and even his
cream cable-knit sweater couldn’t hide the broadness of his chest
nor could his jeans hide the power in his thighs.

His dark eyes held determination in them as
he advanced toward her and she had the urge to take a step back.
But she held her ground and raised her chin.

“I’m not sure I’m ready to see you.” Her
voice sounded softer than she wanted it to.

“You might not be sure, but I am.” He reached
her, but didn’t touch her. “I’m not going to lose you again. I told
you that before and I meant it.”

Without intending to, she did take a step
back as he advanced. “Zach—”

“I’m not taking no for an answer,” he said as
he towered over her.

Heat welled up inside of her. She set her
jaw. “You’ll take whatever answer I give to you.”

“It had better be the right answer.” He
caught her off guard by jerking her to him then cupping the back of
her head and bringing his mouth hard down on hers.

For a moment she was stunned, but then she
tried to fight him, force him away from her. What right did
he—?

His kiss became more intense, more
passionate.

And then she was possessed by the kiss. It
whirled her away and she couldn’t think past the way his lips moved
over hers, the way he tasted, the way it felt being in his
arms.

Before she knew it, she was kissing him with
just as much passion as he was kissing her. She found herself wild
for him, needing him, wanting him.

She felt a loosening around her waist and
realized the scarf around her waist was falling. But then he pulled
back from the kiss and the next thing she knew, he was wrapping the
scarf through her parted lips and around her head, gagging her.

Her eyes widened and she struggled, but he
was so powerful. He managed to pull her blouse over her head and
then he trapped her wrists, using the blouse to secure them
together. Then he jerked her bra below her breasts. He did it all
so quickly that she didn’t have time to think.

She fought him as he moved her backward until
her back hit a wall. Something fell and crashed to the floor with
the sound of glass shattering.

He picked her up by her ass and forced
himself between her thighs as he lifted her legs and he pushed her
skirt up around her waist. She struggled, furious with him, but she
could do nothing with her arms pinned between her backside and the
wall.

And then she realized she was turned on. She
was totally and completely turned on by his masterfulness, how he
was taking control, staking his claim. She loved it. Loved being
his to do with what he wanted.

Zach lowered his head and caught one of her
nipples with his mouth. He sucked hard enough to make her gasp,
then moved to her other nipple.

He reached between them and she heard the
sound of his jeans unzipping and then she felt his erection
pressing against the center of her panties. He pulled her panties
aside and then thrust into her so hard that her eyes widened and
she cried out behind her gag. He kept his eyes on hers as he fucked
her hard and fast.

Zach felt so good inside of her. She’d missed
him. Missed feeling him like this. Being a part of him like
this.

Everything wound inside of her to a tight
knot of pleasure that began to expand outward from her center. With
every stroke she found herself growing closer and closer and closer
to a climax that could tear her to pieces.

“You’re mine, Christy.” He growled the words,
his features dark and intense. “Do you understand? You belong to
me.”

The possessiveness in his tone, in all that
he said, heightened her excitement, sending thrills throughout her
body. Something about his dominance, the way he was taking her,
made her oncoming climax rush closer and closer.

“Answer me.” He pumped hard, her head
bouncing against the wall with every thrust. “Do you
understand?”

All she could do was nod. She was his. He
owned her heart and soul, and now he owned her body, too.

“Don’t ever forget it.” He reached between
them and pinched her clit.

She screamed behind her gag as she came hard.
Her scream would have been loud enough to rattle the windows if she
hadn’t have been gagged.

Everything dissolved… All she could do was
feel the power of what had taken her by storm, an amazing climax
that went on and on. Her mind spun and her body felt washed with
heat, her whole being tingling in a way it never had before.

Zach slammed into her once, twice, three
times more before he let out a shout and she felt his cock
throbbing inside of her. She watched his face as he climaxed, the
passion in his expression and in his eyes causing her to catch her
breath. She felt like she might never breathe again.

As he came he slowed his strokes, pumping a
few more times before he stopped.

He rested his forehead against hers, his
breathing even harder and harsher than her own. His forehead was
damp with sweat and she could feel perspiration on her own skin.
His chest rose and fell while she didn’t feel like her breathing
would ever return back to normal.

“Come back to me, Christy.” His words came
out like a man who was desperate for water and begging for just one
drop. “Please come back.”

She didn’t answer even though she wanted to
say, yes, yes, yes! There was still the issue that was holding back
her ability to actually go back to him. How could she ask him to
give up something that he had a passion for just because she
couldn’t accept it? It wasn’t fair to either of them.

When they had both calmed so that their
breathing wasn’t so hard, he let her down on the floor and he
arranged her skirt. He freed her hands and adjusted her bra before
pulling her blouse back over her head then untied her scarf from
around her head then tied it around her waist. He smoothed her hair
and smiled at her.

She looked up at him. He was so dark, so
handsome. He was intelligent and caring, sincere, decisive, had a
great sense of humor, so much that she wanted in a man and more.
She loved how possessive he could be of her, making her feel
wanted, needed.

And kinky. She loved his kinky side.

“I wouldn’t have taken you against your
will,” he said. “I would have freed you if you hadn’t stopped
struggling. You know that, don’t you?”

“Of course.” She rubbed her palms up and down
his arms. “You might kidnap me, but you would never force yourself
on me.”

“Do you really consider that kidnapping?” he
said with an amused expression. “I thought of it more as
detaining.”

The corner of her mouth quirked. “Holding me
against my will qualifies.”

He smiled. “But it was for a good
reason.”

“Okay, okay.” She picked at a thread on his
sweater as she stood close to him. “I guess there was no other way
but to show me.”

“So you’ll come back to me?” He sounded so
hopeful, almost like a little boy asking his mother for something
special.

She sighed. “I just don’t know if I can
accept that you have people there, playing, while you take pictures
of them. Record them even.”

“I’m not taking a ‘no’.” He set his jaw. “We
belong together, Christy.”

“What about how I feel?” She moved away from
him then turned and faced him. “This bothers me, Zach. I’m sorry,
but it does.”

Whatever he might be feeling was difficult to
read as he said, “What you are saying is that it’s my photography
or you.”

She winced. “It sounds awful when you put it
like that.”

He brought her to him in a rough movement
that caught her off guard, and he gripped her upper arms. “I choose
you, Christy.”

“Do you really?” she asked, her eyes wide as
she stared at him. “You would do that for me?”

It was like his heart was in his expression
as he said, “I would do anything for you. You need to understand
that.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and
pressed herself close to him. “I don’t want to take something away
from you that you love, just because it’s difficult for me to
handle. That’s why I’ve struggled so hard over this. It’s not fair
of me to ask that of you.”

“I will do it for you.” He drew back and met
her gaze. “And I won’t regret it, ever. You are what is important
to me.”

She looked up at him. “Are you sure?”

He smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other
way.”

One year. I can’t believe it’s been a whole
year.

Christy smiled to herself as she waved to the
last customer of the afternoon. Today was one year to the day that
she and Zach were reunited at the auction.

He was an amazing man and everything was just
as exciting with him as it was the first day they met. She had
moved in with him within a month of the time they got back
together. He did everything for her like he had said he wanted to
and she loved to do what he loved. He did things in a way that
caused her to want to do things for him.

His focus on her needs, his attentiveness was
incredible. He would bring home dinner, do things for her.

He respected her decisions, her opinions. He
was interested in her business and proud of her for all she had
accomplished. He was an incredible businessman and found new and
better ways to promote her business and grow it. He had a way of
thinking about things that she found amazing. At the same time, she
had made observations about his business that he had taken
seriously. It wasn’t a one-way street with him. He simply took care
of her.

Zach’s strength became something she relied
on and looked to. He was tough when they played and he pushed her,
he was controlling in her life, but it was in such a loving control
that he had that it made submitting to him, pleasing him, something
she wanted to do. It was so perfect.

As far as she was concerned, she was
sold.

She locked up the front door and went to the
back of the store and into her office to check her email before
leaving. He liked her full attention when they were together so she
took care of business during business hours, and he did the
same.

Her skirt slid up her thighs as she scooted
into her chair. Today he had picked out the chocolate brown A-line
skirt that settled mid-thigh and a cream-colored silk blouse with a
matching cashmere sweater.

When she opened up her email she smiled when
she saw one from Zach.

There’s something special waiting for you on
the bed. I want you to dress in it and wait for me… There’s not
much of it, but you will like it. Be in the dungeon with a
blindfold on at 7:00 sharp. Sit on the red bondage chair. I will
join you at 7:01.

She shivered with excitement. Whenever she
received emails from him, telling her what he wanted her to do, she
couldn’t wait to get home and see what he had in store for her.
What would he have on the bed for her to dress in? What did he have
planned?

Zach had been right. There wasn’t much too
the outfit, but she liked it.

Christy picked up the bra and panties made of
chain mail and leather or at least that’s what it looked like it
was made of.

After she took off her heels, she scooted out
of her work clothes before slipping on the outfit. It had chain
mail circling her breasts, a patch of leather on the crotch, and
was trimmed in leather. When she looked in the mirror she had to
admit she looked pretty darn sexy in it.

She glanced at the clock. Three minutes to
seven. That gave her barely enough time to hurry to the dungeon and
be ready for Zach just like he’d wanted. She practically bolted
down the stairs, her bare feet pattering on the stairs as she
ran.

When she reached the dungeon she went
straight for the drawer of blindfolds before going to the red chair
and sitting, then put the blindfold on.

With the blindfold on her sense of hearing
was so attuned that she heard the faint sound of a footstep as he
entered the dungeon. She shivered with excitement.

She heard the door open.

“Beautiful,” he murmured and she felt his
presence a moment before he caressed her face with the back of his
hand. “I want you on your hands and knees and I want you to crawl
toward my voice.”

“Okay.” Her heart beat a little faster as she
eased off of the chair and onto her knees. It was so dark behind
the blindfold and she could not see anything at all to peek at to
help her make her way. Her nipples felt achingly hard against the
cool metal of her chain mail garments.

“Over here.” His voice came from her left and
she started in that direction.

She moved her hips slowly and sensually as
she went, drawing out both of their anticipation. She wanted him to
want her so badly that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off
her.

“Come on, Christy.” He sounded closer now.
“You’re almost here.” She crawled a little farther before he said,
“Stop right there.”

Still on her hands and knees, she waited
until he said, “Stand, but leave your blindfold on.”