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  He bent his head and licked over her, and oh, God, her whole body jumped at the feeling. His tongue was warm and soft as it circled her clit. He didn’t stop, kept going around and around, never close enough for her to come, and the coiling pressure inside her grew as if her insides were being squeezed. Each repetition increased her sensitivity until the whole area felt swollen and tight.

  “You know,” he murmured, stopping for a second. She whimpered. How could he want to talk now?

  “You might have wondered why I put something so thin into your pussy. Although I’m sure you enjoy having it in there, it’s actually designed to vibrate. But only on one small place—right on the G-spot.” She felt him move the vibrator inside her and turn it on. It didn’t feel all that special, nothing compared to his mouth on her. He moved it again.

  She tried to lift her hips, to suggest he go back to—

  He moved it again. And her breath caught, stalled dead, as the vibrator hit something inside her. Hit and sent waves rippling outward, forcing her toward a climax as if someone were rubbing her clit from the inside. “Oh, oh, oh.”

  She hung there, on the pinnacle, as the world narrowed to just that, his intent gaze holding her as it pushed her higher and higher. Her muscles strained for release.

  “That’ll do,” he murmured. He leaned down and licked right on top of her clit once, twice, and then sucked it into his mouth.

  The pressure inside her burst into billions of sparking nerves, expanding out from her clit, from inside, merging and exploding through her body. Wave after wave of heat, pleasure, everything. The stars above her turned into white novas. And she screamed…

  His tongue slid over her in slow, gentle strokes like a rodeo rider staying on until the last second, until her whole body pulsed with sensation. She heard herself “oh, oh, oh” over and over and couldn’t stop. Her body wasn’t hers; he’d disconnected her brain.

  One final lick and then he moved up to lie on top of her. His belt pressed cold against her stomach. Still half-dressed, damn him.

  “You come so beautifully,” he said, the approval in his voice and eyes easing the shakiness trickling in. His body was warm; the hair on his chest tickled her breasts. His heavy weight was comforting, anchoring her back to the earth.

  He chuckled. “Although the coyotes probably fled the area.”

  “I—”

  “Shhh.” He kissed her so gently that—oh, she wanted to touch him. To hold him.

  “You didn’t get off.”

  His lips curved, his eyes hot and yet the fire inside him controlled. “I will, sugar. Don’t worry. I’m looking forward to the extra snugness from that anal plug.”

  She swallowed. He’d been almost too big for her before. “You’re going to leave it in?”

  The sun lines beside his eyes crinkled. “Oh, yes.”

  Slowly he worked his way down her body, inch by inch, kissing her shoulder, her collarbone, her breasts, one and the other. Kissing the undersides, which she discovered—and obviously so did he—were almost as reactive as her nipples. He stopped right there to nibble and tease until her hands fisted.

  Down her stomach and farther until his tongue touched her clit.

  “Oh!”

  A low laugh. “A little sensitive, sugar?”

  He had no idea. The whole area had become so sensitive that the lightest touch almost hurt, but not quite. And it was the not quite and his clever tongue that had her head spinning.

  He slid the vibrator out, making her arch up at the slick sensation. He played with the anal plug and put one hand on her hip to still her squirming as he tormented her. Wiggling the plug, moving in and out slightly, stimulating all those nerves. He watched her, his gaze roving from her face to her breasts to her hands.

  When he slid his fingers into her wetness and over her clit, she bit her lip as her body started to really awaken again. “Jake, not again. I can’t so soon,” she whispered.

  “Sprite, you can.” He rubbed his big finger along one side of her clit, not close enough to cause pain, but firmly…so firmly that she seemed to have no choice. She felt the nub tightening, the feeling of drawing in preparatory to an explosion.

  As always, damn him, he stopped right when it was getting good. At the sound of a zipper and the rustle of a condom wrapper, her eyes popped open. He captured her gaze as he pressed his hard cock against her opening and entered her with one powerful thrust. Her back arched as her insides clenched, sending a wave of pleasure through her. The plug inside her suddenly felt huge—or he felt huge, something…

  The wait had been well worth it, Jake thought as he gave her a second to adjust. She’d come so beautifully that he’d had a difficult time not grabbing her ass and taking her right then. Damn she was lovely when she climaxed. Her eyes would go blind as her cheeks and nipples flushed a dark red. When he’d felt her pussy convulse around the vibrator, he’d hungered to replace it with his cock.

  And now he had. His entry alone had set her pussy to spasming around his cock. And the plug made her vagina even snugger. With his first movement, she gasped, and her hands closed into fists. After seeing her fight the restraints, he unsnapped the Velcro cuffs from the rope.

  She wrapped her strong arms around his shoulders, and it was a sweet feeling—one he could get used to far too easily. As she ran her hands over his biceps, she grinned, openly pleased to touch him, and asked, “What about my legs?”

  Her gaze still didn’t appear quite focused, as if half her concentration remained elsewhere. He shoved in forcefully and withdrew, saw her eyes blur, and chuckled.

  “No, little sub,” he said and bit her shoulder. Her cunt clenched. “I like your legs stretched open, and your pussy secured so I can play without you doing anything about it.”

  Submissive that she was, his words alone made her pussy clench again.

  He’d had enough of talking. He moved in and out slowly, saw only pleasure in her eyes, and started driving into her, hard and fast, the way he’d wanted to after watching her come. Raw, gut-wrenching sex. Possessive sex. Her fingers dug holes in his shoulders.

  The slick slap of him against her flesh merged with her tiny moans. Almost. He balanced on one arm and reached around to grasp the plug stuck up her ass. Moved it and heard her shocked gasp. Her legs began quivering uncontrollably.

  With each driving thrust, he pulled on the anal plug, then shoved it back in when his cock withdrew. Her moans changed into a constant low hum of need. Her thigh muscles strained against the restraints, her whole body tightened, and then he released the plug.

  “Come for me, sugar.” He ran his fingers directly over her slick, jutting clit.

  She came like a shooting rocket, exploding in his arms. Despite the restraints, her hips managed to buck against his. And her pussy—damn, the contractions were like a whirlpool, massaging his shaft in heat and softness until his balls swelled, hardened like boulders, and poured fire up and out his cock in mind-blowing spasms.

  Eventually, when his mind seeped back into his skull, he lifted his head and simply stared at his little sub. Flushed and sweaty, swollen lips, closed eyes showing him those long, dark lashes. How could this little sprite get to him like this? He’d had submissive women, responsive women, stubborn women—she was all those and more. Tough. Vulnerable. Joyous.

  Her nipples had flushed a dusky red color from his attentions. And he could feel her heart hammering away. He brushed a kiss over her mouth, and her eyes fluttered open. Her lips curved. “I came again. So soon.” She sounded as if she didn’t know whether to be proud or shocked.

  “So you did. And very nicely too.” Damn, she was cute. He took her lips, surprising himself with the feelings welling up inside him. Tenderness. Protectiveness.

  With an effort, he levered himself up, pulled out, and then removed the anal plug. Apparently she didn’t appreciate the removal of either, and her muttered curse made him laugh.

  Chapter Six

  Kallie felt empty…and alone as he mov
ed away to dispose of the condom. Her body, covered with sweat, began to cool. She sat up and tried to undo the restraints on her thighs. The excitement was gone, the letdown beginning. She’d never liked the awkward after-sex period. At the lodge, there hadn’t been any “after sex”—they hadn’t stopped until he tucked her into her Jeep just before sunrise.

  But this time she’d have to suffer through the postsex stuff. Trying to conduct small talk, realizing you’d bedded someone you didn’t know that well.

  It had been great sex. Really. Her insides still quivered, but…

  “Let’s get you loose,” he said. He unfastened the leg cuffs, and his powerful hands massaged the muscles around her hips as he straightened her legs. A second later, he straddled her and dug those strong fingers into her aching shoulder joints. She yelped as pain zipped through her, then eased, disappearing entirely.

  She stared up at him, watching him concentrate. When he stopped, her shoulders hummed with warmth.

  “Better?” His eyes met hers, shadowy in the moonlight yet still a punch to the system.

  Odd how she didn’t feel nearly as alone, as distant, as she usually did after sex. “Thank you. How did you know…?”

  “That you hurt?” He rolled her onto her stomach and dug his thumbs into the tense muscles in her lower back. “The way you moved, experience from years of tying up subs, and a few times being tied myself.”

  “You?”

  “Not long after I started topping, I asked a friend, a domme, to give me a taste of what it feels like to submit.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Not in the least. But I do know what bondage can do to muscles.” He ruffled her hair. “Time to get up, sprite. I need to check on my students.”

  She wiggled a little, then sighed. “Okay.”

  “Try again,” he said in a cold voice.

  What? Still on her stomach, she craned her head far enough to see the expression she’d grown to recognize…his don’t-fuck-with-the-dom frown. “Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir. Anything you say, Sir.”

  She heard the snort of laughter and had a second of pleasure before he slapped right on the already sore area of her bottom. She scowled at him and won herself another slap. Dammit. Maybe she didn’t like him after all.

  He smiled at her, running his finger down her cheek. “We’re new to each other, and testing is inevitable. You might save yourself some pain if you realize that I try to be consistent with my requirements. Respect and obedience, Kalinda.”

  Her butt hurt enough that her reply was sullen. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m fairly easygoing, sugar. There are some doms who would expect you to say, ‘Whatever Master wishes,’ no matter what, whether it was beating the hell out of you or giving you to his friends.”

  Ugh. Way further than she wanted to go. She rubbed her cheek against his hand and couldn’t figure out why being with him could feel so right, so rewarding. He’d just swatted her butt as if she were a kid, for God’s sake.

  And yet…it did feel right, as if there was a sanctuary for her—just her—when he held her.

  He kissed her cheek, then rose. After putting on his shirt, he pulled her up. He handed her the blanket and picked up his bag, then guided her back to the fire. She bit her lip, her feet slowing. Would he want her to sleep in his tent?

  She took a step toward her clothing, still in a pile by the tents, and he stopped her. Taking her wrists, he snicked her cuffs together behind her back. She stared up at him, and his eyes crinkled. “The moon will set soon, but it’d be a shame to waste all this nice firelight, don’t you think?”

  Her body seemed to spring to life, and she blurted, “There’s more…? Are…?” She stopped before more than the faintest disapproval crossed his face. “Yes, Sir.” He’d see just how polite she could be.

  “That sounded very nice.” He pulled a black piece of material out of his pack. Uneasiness ran through her when he held it up with the ribbons dangling from the sides. A blindfold.

  He fitted it over her face, tied it snugly, and sat her on the log. “Enjoy the darkness for a minute until I return.”

  Another sliver of insecurity slid across her nerves. “You won’t leave me?”

  “Hey.” His hands closed on her face, ever so gently. “I’m not going anywhere, sprite. I’ll be right across the clearing talking to Andrew and Steve. I want you to simply sit here and wait. Can you do that for me?”

  What a wuss. She made her voice confident. “Of course.”

  She heard his footsteps walking away. The low buzz of conversation grew fainter. Had he left? No, he wouldn’t. She knew that. He… Doubt crept into her, eating away her certainty like ice eroding a mountain, crack by crack.

  Apprehension kept tensing the muscles Jake had massaged, until her body ached. She tipped her head to listen, but her pounding pulse drowned out any sounds in the clearing. Maybe they’d gone. All of them.

  Her breathing increased. Her brain tried to reason out why she was wrong, but her thoughts had tangled into a knot. All she knew was she’d been left. Again.

  The fabric covering her eyes absorbed her tears—but she never cried. That didn’t seem to matter in the sadness swamping her mind. She’d known he wouldn’t stay with her, and now it hurt… She’d known it would hurt when he left.

  She pulled at the cuffs, needing the blindfold off, and couldn’t move. How would she ever get out of this stuff? But it didn’t seem to matter. He’d left her alone. She’d always be alone.

  Suddenly the blindfold was yanked off, and she looked up through her tears at Jake. His face resembled granite as he reached around her and undid her cuffs. He picked her up effortlessly and carried her across the clearing. With his foot, he shoved one of the fireside logs sideways, perpendicular to the fire, then sat on the ground and leaned on the log. He didn’t put her down, merely cradled her like a baby with her back against his right arm, and her bottom on his hips. She’d been a baby.

  But he hadn’t left her. Relief trickled upward, barely making it through the dam of emotions.

  “Are you hurting, Kallie?” he asked. His face was in the darkness, the fire burning brightly behind him.

  She shook her head, her throat still constricted.

  “Then why the tears?” He rubbed her shoulder, easing the tenseness out of her muscles.

  She swallowed and edged away from the blackness inside. “I thought you left,” she whispered and realized how pitiful she sounded. She tried to swallow, but her throat was too constricted.

  “Shhh.” After a second, he asked, “You think I would leave you cuffed and blindfolded?” Anger threaded through his deceptively mild voice.

  “I’m sorry.” She stared down at her hands, seeing the rich brown leather cuffs still around her wrists. He’d never do such a thing. How could she have thought it?

  “When you and your boyfriends played games, did one leave you alone?”

  She shook her head and hauled in a shuddering breath.

  What the hell had happened with her? Jake wondered. She’d never left his sight. If she hadn’t been crying so quietly with the blindfold concealing her tears, he would have caught her distress sooner. But she hadn’t moved, hadn’t made a sound.

  She hadn’t expected him to return. He pushed aside his outrage and focused on the problem instead. Something had created such an expectation, but apparently not a past BDSM experience.

  Scrubbing away the tears, she said in a stronger voice, “I’m sorry, Jake. I never cry.”

  And why was that? He’d deliberately turned the log before sitting down so the firelight would light her face. He studied the tight muscles around her eyes, the lips compressed to hide the trembling. “Who left you?”

  She tried to turn away, and he gripped her shoulder, keeping her in place. A tremor shook her. Damn. Sometimes sex, especially with an overwhelming orgasm, could expose a woman’s emotions as thoroughly as he had exposed her body. Apparently he’d triggered a land mine, all unknowing. Now he needed
to dig it up and identify the problem—without blowing them both to pieces. “Look at me.”

  The vulnerability in her liquid dark eyes made him want to simply hold her and comfort her and tell her it would be all right. In fact, he wanted more than that. He wanted to uncover those walls hiding her inner self, to be more than a top in BDSM play for one night—he wanted to be her dom.

  He couldn’t. One night, Hunt. No connections, remember?

  But something had caused her reaction, and he needed to find out what.

  “Now answer me. Who left you, Kallie?” He tried to recall what he’d heard of her past. Lived with her cousins, involved in the guide business her uncle had started. No parents? “Where’s your father?”