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Michelle had never lied to Leya, not until this day. Leya
had an appointment in town and Michelle had insisted she had an errand of her
own. Leya had been suspicious and Michelle felt guilty—but now she was
glad she had come back to the house to look for Rex. She’d never expected this
contract, never imagined he might want to be a father.

She’d never thought she could be so excited to be alone with
a man. He been out running and his dark skin was covered with a patina of
perspiration. He seemed more muscular than she’d remembered, even though he’d
been beautiful then. There were new shadows in his eyes, too, a resentment that
he’d been so used.

Michelle had been ashamed of Leya’s choice.

Rex’s erection had given her an idea of how to make things
right.

In a way, she was fearful of the implications of her choice.
What if she were wrong about Rex? What if Leya found out? What if it turned out
she was still afraid of men, and realized as much once she was bound helpless
and unable to save herself? Her heart raced at the possibilities.

Then Rex’s mouth closed over hers, and his kiss made her
forget everything but him. He coaxed her response, as if he sensed her
uncertainty, his kiss both tender and possessive. She was in his arms, his
grasp as careful as if she were made of glass.

“I thought you wanted me,” she whispered when he lifted his
head. She saw him catch his breath.

“You know I do. I don’t want to frighten you.” His eyes were
filled with questions, his concern reassuring her as nothing else could have
done.

“You don’t. You can’t.” Michelle smiled at him. “Where are
the ribbons?”

He laced his fingers with hers and drew her toward the
bedroom. “Blindfold? Gag? How tightly do you want to be bound?”

Michelle stopped at the foot of the bed and tugged him to a
halt beside her. “I want you to bind me how you want me to be. Leya said you
take erotic pictures.” Rex nodded, his expression intense. “Will you take one
of me?”

His eyes flashed. “Yes!”

“And I like the blindfold.”

“Don’t move,” he instructed and strode away. Michelle stood
in the familiar room and tingled in anticipation. She took a deep breath,
dismissing her uncertainties, and reminded herself to enjoy the situation she
had created.

Rex returned with his cell phone, the blindfold and the
coils of pink ribbon. He put the ribbons and phone on the bed, then framed her
face in his hands. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

He smiled at her, then lifted the blindfold over her head.
Michelle sighed as the pink satin obscured her vision. Rex tightened the
elastic straps and ran one fingertip over her mouth. “Your lips soften,” he
whispered. “Tell me that you surrender to me.”

“I surrender to you, Rex,” she said.

He kissed her more resolutely then, holding her captive to
his embrace. His tongue tangled with hers and his kiss was rougher, more demanding.
Michelle loved it. His hands slid down her neck, his mouth still exploring
hers, and he unfastened her blouse. He pushed the shirt back, his hands cupping
her shoulders, and broke his kiss to look at her.

Michelle felt shivery and aware of her skin as she seldom
was. She was wearing a white lace bra, and she knew her nipples showed through
the lace. Rex stared for a moment, then he bent to suckle her. His hands locked
around her waist and he lifted her to her toes, his tongue and teeth tugging her
nipple to a taut peak. Michelle ran her hands over the muscled strength of his
shoulders, closed her eyes and enjoyed.

He peeled off her clothes, kissing and caressing every
increment of flesh that was bared to him. His hands swept over her constantly,
kindling the fire inside Michelle. He posed her so that she was kneeling, her
knees apart and her ankles together, her hands clasped behind her back. She saw
the flash of the camera in the cell phone as he took pictures of her.

“If you were mine, I’d teach you to hold a pose on command,”
he said, and she loved that his voice was so rough with desire. “I’d train you
to come only on command, and only for me.”

“Yes,” Michelle agreed, finding it all to easy to imagine
being Rex’s possession.

“You’d bind yourself for me, when I ordered you to.”

Michelle shivered. “I would.”

“You’d be my captive and my treasure,” he said, cupping her
cheek and quickly kissing her.

“I’d be your captive and your treasure,” Michelle said,
believing it.

“Lift your arms.”

Michelle lifted her linked hands over her head, stretching
slightly and arching her back. She wanted him to admire the view of her body,
and knew by the pause before he moved that he was doing just that. She thought
he’d bind her wrists together, but instead, the satin ribbon slid around her
torso. Rex knotted it around her waist, confining her slightly with its
tightness.

He wrapped it around her again, knotting it over her spine.
Michelle released a breath, knowing he was building her a cage of ribbon. He
wound it three more times around her, knotting it front and back, then knotted
the next round at her left side.

He took her right hand in his and pressed a kiss to her
palm. He folded her arm behind her back and wrapped the ribbon around her
wrist. Her wrist was bound to her side, then the ribbon wrapped around her
torso again. He repeated that, binding her left wrist to her right side.

Just when she thought she couldn’t be bound more, he wrapped
her in the satin, criss-crossing the ribbon over her torso and knotting it.
When he was done, she was encased from shoulder to waist, only her nipples
available to his touch.

They ached for it, tightening to hard beads. Every breath
made them tingle.

Rex closed his hands over them, rolling the tight peaks
between his fingers and thumbs, his touch nearly making Michelle come. “Have I
given you permission to orgasm?” he demanded.

“No.” Michelle moaned and threw her head back, unable to
believe that she could feel so much pleasure from two such small points. Her
sex was throbbing and she was uncertain how much more of his teasing touch she
could endure.

“You’re mine,” he said and she knew she was to repeat his
words.

“I’m yours.”

“For now and forever.”

“For now and forever.”

“My slave and my plaything.”

“Your slave and your plaything.”

“I can command you to surrender to me at any time.”

Michelle sighed. “You can command me to surrender to you at
any time.”

“And you will come only when I give you permission.”

“Only when you give me permission.” Michelle licked her
lips. “Master.”

There was a moment of silent heat, one in which she feared
she’d gone too far.

She heard Rex stride away and didn’t dare to move. She heard
the crackle of plastic and knew he was putting on a condom. Anticipation fired
through her veins.

He then photographed her again and she parted her lips,
trying to ensure that she looked as alluring as possible. She liked that he was
taking pictures of her, and loved the idea that he might review them later when
they were apart.

She liked the idea of haunting Rex as much as he haunted
her. She licked her lips again, then ran her tongue over her top lip as if lost
in ecstasy. Rex swore under his breath and took more pictures. Michelle bit her
bottom lip, remembering how his gaze had been snared by her mouth when he’d done
that before. He photographed that gesture as well, and she was sure she could
feel the heat emanating from him.

“Struggle,” he instructed and Michelle fought her bonds. She
wriggled against the restricting satin, then felt a surge of panic, and
struggled against them in truth. It was futile and she had a moment’s panic.

But Rex crouched before her and capped her face in his hands
again. She felt a surge of gratitude that he was so observant, so protective,
and knew that she was safe. His mouth brushed over hers, a whisper of a kiss
but one that left her trembling. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. I want you to possess me.” She smiled despite herself.
“I’ve surrendered to you, after all.”

“Yes.” Rex kissed her sweetly then, drawing her to her feet
before him. His kiss fueled her confidence and she knew then that a gag would
be a mistake. Her lips worked when he lifted his head and she heard the smile
in his question. “Something to say?”

“No gag, please. I need you to be able to kiss me.”

“There are other places I can kiss you,” Rex countered
darkly, his fingertip sliding between her thighs. Michelle gasped when his warm
finger landed on her clitoris. She was wet, aching with desire, and his touch
made her keenly aware of it. “And I want you to be silent. Wouldn’t you rather
be gagged?”

“I’ll be silent at your command,” Michelle said.

“You will be,” Rex said, his voice deepening. “Or I’ll have
to punish you.”

Michelle caught her breath and he kissed her again.

“No spanking,” he murmured. “I’ll just have to keep you
here, instead of sending you back to Leya.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“No,” he admitted, chuckling a little. “Although I’m very
tempted.”

He kissed her again before she could answer him, a rougher
and hotter kiss that left Michelle practically dripping. He flung her on the
bed and made good on his promise, dropping between her thighs to flick his
tongue against her hard clitoris.

Michelle almost moaned aloud but caught herself in time. Rex
chuckled, then caught her ankles in his hands. She opened her thighs wide, welcoming
his kiss, begging for his caress with her gesture.

Rex pulled her to the lip of the bed, then bent over her.
She felt his breath on her hot puss, then his tongue slid over her labia. She
shuddered as his mouth locked over her, then he began to feast upon her. His
tongue and teeth teased her mercilessly, taking her to cusp of orgasm but
cheating her of release. Michelle twisted in his grip, she bucked her hips, she
savored the pleasure he gave her.

And she remained resolutely silent, at least until he lifted
his head.

She groaned softly then, not knowing how she could bear
anymore.

Rex stood up and cast her over his shoulder. Michelle rubbed
herself against him, wanting more. He marched across the bedroom, his hand
holding her ankles firmly together. Michelle wasn’t sure where he was taking
her or what he was going to do to her, but she didn’t care.

She was his possession.

She had surrendered to him.

And Rex would ensure the pleasure of both of them.

She trusted him completely.

Rex let her body slide down his length and she felt the
muscled hardness of his body. He leaned forward, trapping her between his lean
strength and the wall. He held her buttocks, one in each hand, and kept her
feet above the ground.

And he kissed her fiercely. His cock was against her wet
puss, sliding back and forth in a tease that drove her wild. Her breasts were
trapped against his chest, her nipples aching as they were rubbed against his
chest. His tongue was between her teeth, his cock was hard and thick, his hands
squeezed her buttocks. He kissed her neck and her ear, his breath hot against
her skin.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “I can tease you and torment
you, then take you when I please.”

“I’m yours,” she repeated. “You can tease me and torment me,
then take me when you please.”

His cock slid over her, touching her clitoris, making her
shiver. Michelle wanted him inside her more than she’d ever wanted anything
before. On impulse, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She tipped her hips
as his cock slid over her again, and Rex groaned. He was inside her then,
stretching her wide and filling her up. Michelle sighed with pleasure, even as
she tightened her legs around his waist.

“Time for a reward,” he murmured, then eased the last
increment deeper. Michelle felt the hard nub on the cock ring collide with her
clitoris and gasped in delight. “You’re mine,” Rex said. “You can come only
when I command you to do so.”

Michelle was overwhelmed. She was floating in a haze of
sensation, too aroused to even reply to him. Rex moved within her with powerful
strokes, each touch of the hard nub driving her to distraction. Her heart was
pounding, she was breathing hard, there was only Rex and his powerful
possession of her. She struggled against the satin and he kissed her hard,
silencing any sound she might have made. She gasped as he drove into her again
and again. He pushed every thought from her mind, annihilated the memory of
every lover from her thoughts, and claimed her utterly.

“You can come,” he whispered hoarsely when she was sure she
couldn’t have done anything else. He drove deeper and rolled his hips, sending
her over the edge. Michelle cried out with pleasure even as she felt Rex come
as well. His hands tightened on her butt and he crushed her into the wall, his
kiss brutal in its intensity.

“Mine,” he whispered when he dropped his forehead to her
shoulder, and Michelle feared it was true.

* * *

Julius had just finished updating a file and was thinking
about treating himself to a fancy coffee. He still had some work to get through
before he left for the day, and he had no compelling plans for the evening
anyway. He usually drank the coffee Sophie brewed in the office, but every once
in a while, he went down to the bistro and got them both a more serious brew.
She’d been working hard lately and so had he. Maybe they were both due for a
treat.

He had just turned to get his coat when the door to his
office was flung open. “Sophie, I don’t have any appointments...” he started to
protest but didn’t manage to say anything more.

“Sophie has taken the afternoon off,” Athena said firmly and
there was a decisive click as the door was locked behind her. “At my
suggestion.”