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  “Those are beautiful words to hear from your lips, little red. It’s my mission to hear them over and over tonight.”

  “I’ve no doubt of it, S—ohhhh!”

  Her eruption was prompted by his first swat of the flogger, down the middle of her ass, delivered with decided impact.

  “Have your attention now?”

  He infused it with enough urbane snark to get her a little riled. Did he use his unfair advantage for it, also being the friend who observed how she hated the attitude in uppity waiters and Agency newbs? Absolutely. Would he do it again? The irked wiggle of her butt helped that answer along.

  Abso-fucking-lutely.

  “Rose?” he prodded. “I didn’t hear you.”

  “Yes,” she snapped. “Yes, all right? You have my—ahhhh!” She shrieked it after he brought the falls down with equal impact, just below the stripes of the first. “What the hell?”

  Dan wiped a hand over the perfect spheres of her ass, keeping his touch and his tone authoritative. “Tell me something. Did you come here tonight to submit to me, girl?”

  She answered after a huff. “Yes, Sir.”

  “To entrust yourself to me, and believe in my ability to make you feel good with this dynamic?”

  Tight teeth dug into her next response. “Yes. Sir.”

  “Then do that.” He lowered the leather again but this time just brushed her skin, swooping back-and-forths he angled inward on purpose, letting the tips nip in at her pussy and clit. “Calm your tongue and open your senses. Breathe for me. Deeper, babe.” He took his own advice as her body relaxed, her skin bloomed, and her ass lifted, unconsciously seeking the flogger’s arousing touch. “Good. Better, isn’t it?”

  “Ummm. Yes, Sir.” It slurred a little, telling him the stimulation had made its way to her mind. As the endorphins hit her, responsible Tess started shutting down. In her place was gorgeous, sensuous, submissive Odette.

  The transformation was breathtaking.

  Her skin wasn’t the only thing that came alive beneath his strokes. Her energy flowed out to him differently, welcoming the flogger’s kiss. Her body rolled and dipped as he continued channeling her power right back to her, starting their circle all over again. They were both buzzed on the elixir. Dan even smiled a little from it. Damn. Was his skin…tingling?

  He didn’t give a fuck.

  He only wanted more. A lot more.

  And knew she did, too. In every sigh she released. Every breath she took. Every shiver of her skin…

  So fucking incredible.

  “Keep breathing, little one.” He paused to rub her again, testing her flesh with broad sweeps of his hand. Heated and blushing, just the way it should be. “And buckle up. We’re going to higher gears now.”

  She gave a little nod. “Mmmm. Okay…Sir.”

  He almost regretted bringing down the next swat, a blow twice as intense as the others. Almost.

  “Ahhhhh,” she cried again. “Oh, that was—ohhhh! Damn!”

  Dan leaned in, enforcing his intensity with a solid hand on her back. “Nothing changes about processing this, red. Give me your breaths. In, out. Give me your ass. Higher. Higher.”

  He rumbled his praise when she complied without hesitation. Something was getting through besides the stings, and it moved him to watch her reaching for the connection of that…the new bridge that spanned her pain to her arousal.

  He swept the flogger again. Higher. Harder.

  She yelped again. Longer. Louder.

  But as her ass reddened, her screams lessened. Dan established a steady rhythm, pumped on the power of her submission, coursing through every cell of his muscles. It was the best goddamn drug on the planet, and if he had a choice, he’d never yank the needle out.

  “Fuck me, little one. You have no idea how gorgeous you are like this.” He jammed the flogger into his back pocket for the privilege of dipping low to caress both sides of her ass directly with his lips. “I want to lick so much of this. You’re so hot. So delicious. So perfect.” He nipped at her lightly before licking at her abraded skin, whispering into it, “Thank you.”

  She blew out a long, contented sigh. “Thank you, Sir. It—it was amazing.”

  His head snapped up and he frowned, confused—before making his way up her spine with teasing, wet kisses. “You sound like you think this is the end, babe.”

  As he expected, she tensed a little. “It—it isn’t?”

  Dan let a low, primal laugh vibrate into her nape. “Oh, my little rose…we’re just getting started.”

  Chapter Ten

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  What was the word for what his dark promise did to her body? “Shivers” was a laughable shortchange. “Tremors” made her think of a horror movie—and while she was scared, the next part of the show couldn’t come fast enough. “Shock”? Closer perhaps, though it sounded like she’d been in a pile-up on the 15—and this was a collision more violent and twisted-metal awesome than anything she’d seen on the six o’clock news.

  She wanted to be the wreckage now. Needed it. The sincerity in her moan, emitted as Sexy tugged her head back up, was real. So was the urgency in her sigh, as he slid something against her lips again. Earthy but sensual. Steel beneath softness. The swell of his cock again, pulsing at her from beneath his leathers.

  Oh, yes…

  “Honor it again.”

  She eagerly obeyed, opening her mouth more, trying to stimulate as much of his length as she could. He was magnificent, even now. His penis was a solid, stiff rod, and all too clearly she remembered how perfectly it filled her body.

  Too quickly, he pulled himself away. Once more, he presented her with an impact toy to worship in the same way. She cracked her eyes open to look—

  And almost wished she hadn’t.

  The long, thin paddle was covered in hard leather on one side—and small steel studs on the other. She blinked, thinking maybe her lust-fogged vision was deceiving her, but as he passed that side of the instrument past her, the cold bumps were all too real against her lips and cheeks.

  “Holy shit,” she rasped.

  The griffin stopped and turned. “Problem, little one?”

  She winced and closed her eyes again. “No, Sir.”

  His hand pressed the top of her head. Skated down her spine. “Scared?”

  Fume. He damn well knew the answer to that since her skin puckered and shivered beneath his touch, but no way in hell was he letting her get away with polite silence this time. “Yes, Sir,” she uttered tightly. “A little.” Maybe a lot, but he didn’t need to know that.

  “I like scared.”

  Or maybe he did need to know. If she could be promised more of that new burlap in his voice, wrapping every word in deep lust…then yeah, she was scared.

  “Hang on tight, little girl.”

  Yep. Scared.

  And turned way the hell on.

  And wrapping her hands around the edges of the pads, determined to be brave about this—

  Until a harsh smack snapped her head up—and set her ass on fire.

  “Oh, my—”

  Then another.

  “Dammit!”

  “Ssshhh.” He backed it up by stroking her ass with the flip side of the paddle…as if the bastard knew how good those cool steel studs would feel on the burn across her cheeks. “Breathe deep. Take it in. Process it all—”

  “Process what?” His Yoda-Dom Zen was the last thing she needed right now. “It hurts, damn you!”

  His soft snicker wasn’t scoring him any points, no matter how irresistible it sounded. “‘Damn you’ isn’t your safe word.”

  “I remember my fucking safe—owwww!”

  That was one way of learning how fast he could play flip-and-spank with a paddle. He delivered another blow on top of that one, making her jerk against the restraints, struggling to process the inferno tearing its way across her poor backside and thighs.

  “I can just as easily forget to flip this thing over, red.”

 
; His tone still resonated with humor, though it had gone dark and deliberate, a Dom-land mix of Loki and Batman.

  “Now you really are trying to scare me.”

  “And it’s working.”

  “Of course it is.”

  “And that makes me so goddamn hard.” The rasp reentered his voice as the paddle returned to her ass. He just tapped at her now, a weird combination of both sides that brought more heat to her skin…but never quite enough. “How does that feel, sweet girl? To know what the awareness of your fear and the beauty of your skin do to me? To realize they’re the most potent aphrodisiac I’ve ever experienced, in all my years as a Dominant? To know I’m hurting as badly as you are right now, hypnotized by your red, gorgeous ass and all your aching, erotic screams?”

  He increased the strength of the paddle but only a little. Tess writhed, trying to shove her butt higher. Not…enough. More. Need more.

  “I want to fuck you so badly right now,” he growled. “But you’re not ready yet, are you, babe?” He replaced the paddle with a hand, smoothing it over her skin, spreading the warmth…everywhere. He verified as much by dipping fingers between her legs, exploring the wet lips of her sex, the quivering ridge of her clit. “No. Almost…but not quite.”

  Tess groaned, rolling her hips as he boldly touched her, explored her. But he was right. It wasn’t enough. Somehow, she knew there was more. A level of this that she had yet to accept from him. Heights she had yet to ascend.

  “Please.” So strange. Her voice was a detached thing now, high and breathy, belonging to a creature she barely recognized. The phoenix of herself, taking flight into a new reality. A freedom like she’d never known.

  But she wasn’t…quite…there.

  “Please,” she repeated. “I need it. Now…”

  When his leathers pressed into her face, she whined in heady relief. Caressed him once more, even biting at his erection through the fabric to express how much she craved him—

  Even when the next item in front of her lips was long, cold, and lethally thin.

  A fiberglass cane.

  A quiver took over Tess’s body. Dammit, it just figured. Yoda-Dom wanted to play with his scary light saber of sadism—and already knew that she wanted to let him. He’d deliberately ramped her higher with the paddling but then backed off, teasing her with the lighter sensation play, turning her into the wanton hussy she was now.

  Wanton—and shameless.

  And needy. God, yes…so needy.

  “Are you ready, little one?” His voice curled through her, deep and rough with his lust, knifing straight to the heart of her trembling womb. Tess licked her lips. She could practically taste his desire on the air, charging it with a million delicious ions.

  “Yes, Sir. Oh, yes.”

  A long moment passed. She parted her eyes open to look at him, sensing the weight of his new deliberation.

  “No,” he uttered, raking her with a thoughtful stare. “I don’t think you are ready.”

  “What?” She scowled. “Why?”

  Before her words were done, he leaned over to swing down the stockade part of the bench. As he locked down the panel, which had cutouts for her head and hands, Tess’s breaths became razors in her chest. Her pulse throbbed in the center of her pussy. Shit, shit, shit. She’d been hoping the griffin would forget about the piece, because she’d been trying to.

  Knowing how much it would freak her out.

  Knowing how deeply she’d be aroused by all that helplessness.

  While she wrestled with the psychobabble, her Dom unshackled her wrists. With wordless command, he placed them onto the padded holders, which would become full circles of bondage once he snapped the stockade’s top piece into place. With her arms in position, there was only one place for her head to go: the larger hole in between.

  Her whole body shook as Sexy lowered the stockade.

  Her heart halted as he snapped the lock shut.

  Her sex clenched as he released a carnal snarl.

  “Now you’re ready, dear one.”

  Dear one. He went there on purpose, as if knowing the conflict that assaulted her, and how much the endearment would ease it. But how did he know? No Dom was David Blaine; every neuron of her brain knew that—but it didn’t stop her heart from clinging to his reassurance that he somehow got it, that he felt every drop of the weirdness about loving this while hating it, asking herself why the most barbaric thing she’d ever consented to was also the source of the hottest sexual need she’d ever known.

  She couldn’t want this.

  She shouldn’t want this.

  She never wanted to leave this.

  Her inner battle raged on—another truth he simply seemed to know, before crouching down in front of her.

  Her vision was filled with him. The black mask. That inscrutable stare. Those lips, tilted in enigmatic mystery. That was only the beginning of it. Oh yes, this position had its advantages. Greedily, she roamed her stare over the plateaus of his shoulders, his molded pecs and abs, then the rigid guideposts of muscle that disappeared beneath his leathers…

  She wetted her lips. Holy God, the man was lick-worthy. Her entire body reacted to him with visceral force. Her nipples puckered and extended. Her thighs clenched, fighting their constraints. Her clit zinged and tingled, reacting to the honey that dripped from her aching, needy channel.

  Wow.

  How the hell had she gotten so lucky? To be with a Dom who knew her darkest desires, who read every inch of her mind, and was also this freaking hot?

  Yeah. Wow.

  Glimmers in his eyes made their way past his mask. Their intensity made her belly do new backflips as he shifted off his haunches, directly onto his knees. Tess gave him a soft smile as she watched his gaze flicker down to her lips, but he didn’t move in for the expected kiss.

  Instead, with their faces an inch apart, he murmured, “You’re so fucking beautiful, red.”

  She almost sighed in relief. If he’d gone for dear one again, she wouldn’t have guaranteed her composure factor. At least now, she could concoct something halfway witty in return. “Hmmpf. I bet you say that to all the girls in the stockade.”

  “Nope. Never.”

  “Ever?”

  His lips firmed. “Are you trying to buy time with snark, little rose?”

  “Moi?” A shuddery breath left her. Truth be known, he was right. The long rod in his hands terrified her as much as thrilled her. I’m not going to play you easy, rose. But what did that mean? What exactly was “not easy” for her? Where were her limits? How far was too far? And how would he know?

  She was suddenly really afraid to explore those answers.

  After he let her crack die into silence, along with any of its mirthful residue, he finally touched her. Only once. A stroke of his knuckles, slow and sure, down the side of her face—before he spoke again.

  “This is going to happen, sweet subbie. And you’re going to love it, I promise. Now tell me that you understand.”

  Tess squeezed her eyes shut again. “I—I understand, Sir.”

  “Now tell me that you trust me about that.”

  She jerked her way through a nod. “I trust you, Sir. I do.”

  “Such a good girl.”

  His hand rounded to the top of her head as he returned to his feet in one graceful sweep.

  “Now tell me you crave my cane across your ass.”

  Chapter Eleven

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  The words were a turn-on when he said them.

  They were sexual speed when she did.

  And, quite possibly, the beginning of his ruin.

  Maybe it was because he didn’t expect she’d really comply with him—at least not with this illicit order. Or if he did, that she wouldn’t offer the words with such a husky whisper. Or that she’d lift her backside so exquisitely, presenting herself for him like the most eager of lifestyle slaves instead of a twice-in submissive with a day job often requiring her to play Domme to a whole crowd of people at
once.

  How the hell was he going to make this his last time in the dungeon with her?

  Why the hell did he think he could?

  Not the issues to be hoisting on the table right now, bozo. You forget the item of kinky destruction in your hand right now—or the ways you can actually hurt her with it, if you’re off in self-therapy la-la land?

  The rest of him wasn’t going to argue. Not his soul, which had needed this moment since she’d agreed to meet him here again—and sure as hell not his body, resonating with energy he could only label as harmonic convergence, or some cosmic shit like that. He had no idea what else to call it, this huge window he seemed to have into her thoughts and feelings, but instead of standing here and analyzing it, he decided to simply be grateful—and give the woman what he knew she so clearly needed.

  The perfect pain from this cane.

  And the nirvana he was going to fly her to because of it.

  He paced around her, skimming the cane’s tip along her body. It was worth it to take his time, savoring the little tremors he created beneath her skin.

  “Breathtaking.”

  Understatement in every way. Her new positioning in the stockade did incredible things for her lithe, long angles. Her breasts were stretched and taut, her spine graceful and sleek. And her ass…goddamn. The beautiful globes were poised and ready, already an awesome landscape of dark pinks and brilliant reds. A masterpiece he’d created…hell, yes…

  He traced the patterns with his free hand as he slid behind her again, growling low at the primal, possessive instinct coursing through him.

  “Oh, little one…branding you like this could become an addiction.”

  She rolled her hips, trying to press deeper into his touch. “Addiction,” she rasped. “That’s a good word for it.”

  Conflict ripped into his reverie.

  What the hell are you saying? Promising?

  That wasn’t a “good word for it.” It couldn’t be. Even being here tonight, he was pushing fate’s favor. His caution was high, the voice disk was secure, and his mask was on tight, but none of that guaranteed he’d walk out the door before making the fatal slip that would reveal his masquerade to Tess. As real and remarkable as this connection was between them, how did he justify that he’d deceived her to have it—twice?