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  Yale nibbled at her lips, gently biting and sucking until she couldn’t resist him anymore. Yearning flashed through her body from head to toe. She kissed him back, assailing his lips as much as he devoured hers, squirming against his body, frustrated by the whip’s hold on her arms and yet excited by the restriction.

  He drew back just enough to break the kiss. Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes when he studied her heated face. “I thought so.” One finger rolled her lower lip down, bumped over her chin, and skimmed down her throat to the pulse beating hard in the dip at the base of her throat.

  Mortification warmed her cheeks. She stilled. “Release me.”

  “Don’t be afraid to show your inner self, Vonna.”

  She turned her face away from his consuming gaze. “I’m uncomfortable, that’s all. You’re hurting me.”

  “I’m not hurting you.” He drifted his fingertips across the edge of her demi-bra.

  Goosebumps rose on her chest and raced down her arms.

  “Why do you insist on concealing your breasts when none of the females on Alishontakawa do? Is it simply to drive me to distraction?”

  “No.” She dropped her mouth open in protest when he circled a hidden nipple, his finger skimming over her skin and then sliding over the smooth fabric of the cup. His relentless caress around her nipple teased it into a tight bud.

  “You like the confinement. The pressure against your skin.” His finger slipped over the covered peak.

  A spark shot straight to her core. She gave the whip between her legs a squeeze. “Stop.”

  He gave the taut nipple a quick pinch and moved over to the other one. “Your breasts are too beautiful to hide, Vonna.”

  She pressed her lips together at his scorching touch. Staring at her chest, he swirled his finger around and around the tip. Her breasts seemed to puff up each time he brushed over the nipple. In a matter of moments, both nipples pressed hard against the black satin.

  “I’d like to bind a rope around your bare breasts. Here and here.” He pressed firm lines into her skin above and below her bra. “And here, to separate them.” With a flourish, he drew a sweeping X over her breasts.

  “No.” Her voice came out in a squeak.

  “Then clip dangling jewels onto your nipples.”

  “Yale, stop.”

  He looked at her with restrained hunger in his eyes. “Am I making you wet, Vonna?” When she didn’t answer, his expression darkened. “I know I am. I can smell your lust.”

  “Let me go,” she cried, suddenly afraid of what he might make her feel if he continued.

  He flicked the back of his fingers against each taut peak.

  She sucked in her breath in surprise, not only because of what he’d done but because she liked the sharp tingle he’d left behind.

  “You’re mine, Vonna. I suspected it the moment you first looked into my eyes and masked your fear. I sense your desire whenever I get near you. You give it away when you play with the top tie on your lab coat.”

  “That’s a nervous habit…”

  “And when you lower your eyelashes whenever I catch you staring.”

  She shifted her look away at that one. She’d thought he’d never really noticed.

  “I want you, and you want me to make you submit to me.”

  “No. Please. Stop.” The truth burned the back of her neck. “I’m not like that.” She forced her eyes to meet his. “I’d rather tie you up. Make you do what I tell you.”

  “You’re lying to yourself, Vonna.” He forced the whip handle between her breasts and through the bottom band of her bra.

  The whip fell slack from the handle down to where her thong-sheathed pussy lips clung to the braided leather. In a few quick movements, Yale wrapped the fall around the handle until it pulled taut again. The short moment of ease made the sudden tightness in her cunt feel twice as forceful. Vonna grit her teeth, relishing the borderline pain.

  “This is how it works, Vonna. ‘No’ and ‘stop’ mean nothing to me. If you truly want to end our play, you must say something that will tell me you mean it.” His voice dropped to a low rumble. “A safe word that won’t confuse me when I’m about to explode.”

  He didn’t show a bit of unease when she stared at the bulge in his loincloth. As a matter of fact, his cock twitched beneath the flap, creating a bigger mound in the tanned hide. Her tongue slipped out to moisten her dry lips. She was so ready to be fucked.

  “Pick a word,” he said impatiently.

  Vonna stared at him, her body trembling with nerves. After the lack of leadership she’d shown on this mission, maybe she deserved punishment. A good spanking might purge the guilt.

  Yeah, that was a great excuse.

  Imagining Yale’s big hand smacking her butt practically made her drool. Heck, her pussy dripped with want. If only she possessed the courage…

  She’d come too far to stop now. She wanted… no, needed, to find completion. Satisfaction. Whatever demons coiled inside her, she trusted Yale to bring them out. Did she trust him not to hurt her, though? Was this “safe word” just a scam?

  She had no idea how well he could control a fit of violent passion. No, that wasn’t entirely true. She’d seen him control his anger in front of Quade. Plus, his fatigue diminished his strength. She doubted he’d last long at whatever “play” he had in mind.

  “Cure.”

  His eyes widened.

  Oh yes, that word would certainly startle him back to his senses.

  “That’s your word?”

  She nodded.

  His lips thinned into a grim line. “Do you wish to use it now?”

  There was no way around it. If she was going to find out anything about Yale’s passions or about her own dark desires, it was now or never. After taking a deep breath, she sealed her fate with a slow shake of her head. “No, I don’t want to use it now.”

  Maybe it was her imagination, but he looked relieved. Happy, even. Why she thought that, she didn’t know. Yale wasn’t smiling.

  “You will call me ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ when you speak to me.”

  She winced. That seemed a little extreme.

  “You belong to me, therefore you will obey me. Agreed?”

  After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded. It was a game. She’d agree to play along with his rules as long as they caused no harm.

  “Kneel.”

  Slowly, she knelt down on one knee and then the other, an awkward task since she couldn’t use her restricted hands for balance. She should’ve known the first thing he’d demand would be a blowjob. A wisp of disappointment flowed through her. She’d hoped he’d be different than all the males before him and consider her pleasure before his own.

  “Sit on your heels and turn your palms toward me. Eyes down.” As she followed his instructions, he skimmed his fingers through her hair. “Good. This is the waiting position. Stay like this until I am ready for you.”

  A knot of dread formed in her throat as she watched his feet disappear from her sight. What? No oral sex? Where was he going?

  The whir of gears brought her chin up.

  Ohmigod. What had she agreed to?

  Chapter Six

  Vonna gaped at the silver pole as thick as Yale’s thigh rising through the floor. It stopped a good foot above his head and ejected rods of various lengths in all directions. Yale fiddled with the rods, making adjustments, which she couldn’t see clearly because he blocked her view. When he’d finished, he went over to the medical cot in the corner. From a storage drawer beneath the pad, he withdrew what looked like a miniature, old-fashioned, strawberry flavored, soft ice cream cone and… he glanced her way.

  Fearful of the reprisal for disobeying an order, Vonna immediately dropped her gaze. A shiver danced across her shoulders. Gads, he held a butt plug. She squeezed her buttocks tight.

  “You will see everything soon enough,” he said. “Patience, my sweet.”

  Dread and anticipation crashed through her in a mix of hot and cold. Wh
at in the world was she doing, yielding mind and body to a male she barely knew? She snuck another peek while he straightened the two pads attached to rods in the lower third of the pole’s length, one horizontally and one vertically. With the touch of a button on a remote control in his hand, a bar extended outward from the lowest rod on the pole. Another spreader bar for her ankles. Good God.

  Giving him easy access to her pussy while bound to a pole cast another wave of unease over her, and yet, her nipples tightened. She wanted him to take her, ride her, use her, as long as he did it for her, not selfish reasons. Was that possible? Did a male exist who thought of others before himself?

  Yes, Yale did. He proved it every day in the lab, burning himself out in the process. Did that consideration carry over to this room, or was this where he indulged his selfish nature?

  “Are you nervous?” he asked, casting a sidelong look her way. He sat the butt plug in a niche cut into the pole.

  “Yes.” She looked down, determined to see this through. “Master,” she added when she heard him walking toward her, remembering his rule about addressing him.

  “Rise.”

  He didn’t help her. Since her arms were bound by the whip, she wobbled like a top as she stood. Once she achieved balance, he was there, cupping her face and claiming her lips. She leaned into him, getting lost in the firm press of his mouth on hers.

  Too soon, he broke free. “That was for good behavior.” A warm smile lifted the corner of his mouth. He stroked her hair.

  His gentleness reassured her, a little. “The pole is for my bad behavior?”

  He blinked, the smile drooping a fraction. “Is that how you see it? As a tool for punishment?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay. What am I punishing you for?”

  “For peeking?”

  He raised a brow. “Fine.” He pulled the whip handle out of her bra. As if by magic, the whip fell away and pooled at her feet, except for the bit that stuck between her pussy lips.

  She split her legs a bit, jiggled her hips, and finally swiped at the braid with her hand, giving it a little nudge away from her body. Thank goodness she wasn’t supposed to look at Yale because that little dance embarrassed her to no end.

  “Go stand in front of the pole.” Damn him, she could hear the laughter in his voice. “Face me, legs spread, hands above your head.”

  Since the rods stuck out from the pole about a foot, she stood away from the main column, lining her ankles up with the magnetic cuffs in the spreader bar. Once Yale closed the loops around her feet, he set one cushion lengthwise across the top of her buttocks and the other along her spine. Carefully, he bent her backwards until her hands touched the pole. It wasn’t a far stretch, just enough to feel the strain in her arms and back. The backward arched position with her legs spread left her open and extremely vulnerable. He locked her wrists in the rings in the pole slightly above her head.

  “Are you ready for your punishment, Vonna?” He walked over to the wall and removed a flogger, its twenty or so half-inch wide, black and red tails flopping out from the braided handle like an old mop.

  “Why do I feel like you’re patronizing me?”

  “This is what you expect of me, so this is what I’ll give you.”

  Something didn’t sit right. “I don’t know what to expect, Yale,” she said nervously.

  “You have a preconceived notion of what I am, what I’ll do to you. Let’s get that out of the way, shall we?” He held the flogger out from his side.

  “No! Wait.”

  He raised a brow. “Did you want to use the safe word?”

  “I’m not ready yet, that’s all.”

  “You’re over-analyzing this,” he said, swaying the leather strips over her calf. “Go with your gut.”

  Her pulse jumped in her throat. “Just fuck me. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” she asked breathlessly. “That’s what I want, Yale. I want to see your cock slide inside me, feel your powerful thrusts, listen to your groans of pleasure while you take me.”

  A rumble of laughter burst from him. “That’s good,” he said, lowering the flogger until it hung by his side. The bulge beneath his loincloth shifted. “But a little premature. I’m not going to fuck you until you scream those words at me. Beg me for it.”

  “Give it your best shot,” she taunted. “But beating me won’t do it. I guarantee it.”

  The knowing grin that spread across his face made her very nervous.

  “Back talk is unacceptable, Vonna,” he said silkily, dragging the strips of soft leather up her leg. “Don’t make me gag you.”

  She clenched her teeth. She’d bite his hand off before she let him stuff something in her mouth to shut her up. Still, goading him any further wasn’t wise because she knew even with blood pouring from his hand, he’d prevail.

  “By the time I am done with you, Vonna, you will not think of this room as a den of punishment, but of pleasure.”

  Ah, so that’s what he took exception to -- her grisly impression of his room. Well, what did he expect? All the bondage equipment made it look like something from a gothic e-book.

  The leather flogger trickled over her hipbone. She sucked in her stomach as he lightly swished the narrow pieces back and forth across her belly. It tickled, but she didn’t let her guard down. She was no fool.

  “We’ll start with a warm up.” The strokes moved down to the front of her thighs, the soft hide thumping with each mild slap and curling between her legs. The repetitive sweeps, neither too hard nor too soft, radiated prickly heat to the skin surface, like she’d come into the warm indoors after being out in the frigid cold. The tingle crept right up into her pussy.

  “Enough,” she huffed, trying to still the tremors in her legs.

  He didn’t stop. “Unless you say the safe word, I’ll decide when it’s enough.”

  She bit her lower lip. In a perverse way, the slaps turned her on. She didn’t want him to stop completely, just redirect somewhere else. And wasn’t that bewildering?

  He swung the flogger at her ass. Hard.

  “Oh!” She lifted up on her tiptoes. That surprised the hell out of her.

  “Your body is mine, to do with as I please. Do you have a problem with that?”

  Did she? It required a lot of trust. What he was doing now was the tip of the iceberg, she was sure. “Not yet. Master.”

  He grunted a reply. After rubbing his hand over the spot he’d hit, he stepped back and smacked her again. She bucked at the unexpected thump. Holy laser fire, that hurt. Her pussy clenched.

  “That was very pretty, Vonna.” He swung again, lightly, then harder, then lightly again.

  Ohmigod. Her cunt clenched with every hit, growing wetter and wetter. Her thigh muscles jumped. The burning pain spread through her center, simmering into warm pleasure.

  Yale stepped close straddling one thigh, switched the flogger into his left hand, and ran his right hand over her warmed cheeks. He dipped his hand between her legs and fondled the wet folds of her sex. His probing fingers cast a shiver up her spine and into her nipples.

  He dragged his damp fingers back and circled her puckered hole. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Vonna?”

  The heat in her face drained away in a flash. “N… no.” Knowing it was useless, she said it anyway. “Please don’t.”

  Anal sex always seemed too over-the-edge for her. Degrading. Animalistic.

  His mouth hovered close to her ear, his tongue flicking out to trace the outer shell. “I’m going to push you to your limits, Vonna.”

  “No --”

  He pressed a finger in, testing the tightening band of muscle. “Yes.”

  Vonna’s pulse jumped in her throat. No, no.

  As he wiggled his finger around her sphincter, his parted lips slid down her jaw and skipped to her neck. Hot moist breath fanned across her throat. “I’m going to make you so hot, you’ll be begging for everything I’ve got.”

  After a few laborious heartbeats, his
finger no longer felt so intrusive. She took a deep breath and relaxed a fraction.

  “That’s it, my sweet.” He suckled her neck until she relaxed another notch, and then pressed a little deeper.

  “O-oh.” She trembled at the sensual thrill. Never in a million light years did she think this kind of play would make her pulse race like this. What easy prey she was! Damn! She refused to give in so easily to him. But, oh, how she wanted to surrender! My pussy needs you, Yale. Fuck me. Please.

  She tilted her head as Yale nibbled a path to her collarbone. The flogger danced between her legs. She wasn’t sure if Yale intended to tease her that way, but it was working! Reflexively, her hips shimmied.

  With a loud groan, Yale plucked his finger free. His hands tugged at his loincloth and she felt it slide along her leg to the floor. A hard cock, warm and smooth, tapped the back of her hip.

  Yes! Yes!

  “Here’s the prize, but you must earn it.” He stepped back and resumed lashing her ass with soft strokes.

  Oh, God, no! Closing her mind to the burn on her butt, Vonna glanced down at the prize. Oh yeah, that was worth playing for. Long and thick with a large head, she could almost feel it plunging into her cunt now. She wanted it, and she’d do anything to have it.

  His hand smoothed over the warm, tingling skin on her ass. “You are so beautiful.” If she wasn’t mistaken, his voice wavered. A thick finger traced the crease all the way to the puckered hole. Even though she now knew what to expect, intuitively, she tightened up. Her pulse quickened.

  “You’re mine, Vonna. All of you.” He hung the flogger handle on a hook, picked up the small pink butt plug from the built-in shelf and disconnected the remote from the plug’s flared base. With the push of a button, a thick clear fluid leaked out the top and ran down the sides. Her breath hitched at the sight.

  “Look at me.” His voice was gravelly, seductive.

  She dragged her eyelids up and stared at him with apprehension.

  “This is not only for your pleasure, but for mine.” He pressed another button and the plug reverberated with sound and energy. “I want to watch you come undone,” Yale said in a velvety timbre. “Fly into pieces at my command.”