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That single, relatively simple scene of a flogging followed by fucking could have kept her content for quite a while. At most, she and Grif usually saw each other twice a month, so she’d learned to hoard the feelings of satisfaction, to keep her going through the times when she lay alone in her bed.

But they were only a few hours into their first night together. There was plenty more time to play.

That was both thrilling, and terrifying, because she couldn’t unring a bell, and couldn’t go back to ignoring the depth of her feelings for him.

“Still doing okay?” His lips flittered over her cheek, just below the blindfold he’d put on her so he could set up the next scene without her knowing what he was planning.

Davina inhaled as she arched her back, hoping to tempt him to play with her breasts. She was naked, and sitting on the table where they’d had their relationship meeting, her legs spread the width of the table. She swung her feet idly, enjoying simply being in his presence.

“And with that…” There was a thump. “We are ready.”

“Can I look?”

“Ah ah, my minx. Not yet.”

She heard him approach, reached out for him as he came close. He didn’t reprimand her or order her to put her hands down. Each moment they spent together where she was submissive to him in that way she’d dared not be, and he didn’t react or behave the way Vance had, was a balm over an old wound.

He guided her hands to his shoulders, then grabbed her hips, sliding her to the edge of the table.

“Hold tight,” he commanded.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him. He picked her up, fingers digging into her ass as he carried her towards whatever delicious thing he had planned.

“You know,” she said in his ear. “I used to fantasize about you planning some sexy mystery scene that I didn’t know anything about.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it was a fantasy, and so often the fantasy isn’t worth it. And I like planning scenes, I really do.”

“You’ll still plan scenes with me, but not while the collar is on. This is still a partnership.” He set her ass down on something narrow. She clung to his shoulders until she found her balance. “But now it’s a partnership where we’re a little more honest about what we need, and how we feel.”

She didn’t quite manage to hide the wince his last words caused. If she were honest about how she felt, she’d tell this man who had been her sex buddy for years, but whom she’d seen outside the club only once, that she was in love with him.

Right.

Grif must not have been looking at her face, because he didn’t comment. Instead he was busy helping her get into a slightly odd position. She was kneeling with her legs spread, and leaning back just enough to prop her ass against the narrow thing he’d first seated her on. Straps came tight over her calves and ankles, confirming the feeling that she wasn’t kneeling on the floor or a solid surface, but on some sort of padded platform.

“I know you like, need, tight bondage, but I want you free to move around once I have you prepped, so I’m going to put you in a sleeve, but I promise it won’t be for long. Arms back. Brace them on the bench behind your butt.”

“Rope bondage and tight bondage made it easier for me to find my serenity. Now that…” she wanted to chicken out and use a euphemism, but she forced herself to speak the truth. “Now that you’re my master, not just my top or my partner, I think it’s going to be a lot easier.”

She smelled baby powder in the moment before he started to sprinkle it on her arms. His big hands smoothed the powder along her skin.

“You no longer like tight bondage?” Though he asked the question, he didn’t stop his preparation for putting her in the sleeve. That sent a little thrill of arousal through her—that he was going to do what he wanted to her, no matter what she said, was wonderful in all the right, perverse ways.

There was the tacky, plastic sound of a latex or vinyl fabric being shaken out, and then he pressed her wrists together. The sleeve—a single piece of fabric that went around both arms, forcing them together, was wrapped around both arms. She heard him buckle the starter restraints in place, then felt the tugging as he started to draw the laces tighter. She rolled her shoulders back, trying to draw her shoulder blades down, almost as she would in yoga, which would allow her elbows to come closer together.

He took advantage of that, tightening the sleeve until her wrists and forearms were entirely touching and her elbows almost completely together.

“How are your shoulders?”

“Okay, for now.” It wasn’t exactly comfortable but it wasn’t meant to be; it was a stress position, but one she could hold.

“You will tell me if they start to hurt.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Damn it, Minx, you’re going to make my cock hard again.”

She hummed her appreciation for that, well aware that with her knees spread and arms back, both her pussy and breasts were on display.

“That hardly seems like a problem.”

“It wouldn’t be, if I didn’t have other plans for your pussy.”

That sounded promising. “You could fuck my ass, or my mouth.”

“And I intend to do both.”

He yanked the blindfold off, and she blinked a few times before focusing on his face. Grif was looming over her, standing between her spread knees, his eyes dark and intense with desire.

Davina licked her lower lip, then let her mouth fall open as she exhaled.

Grif growled, cupped the back of her head with his hands, and kissed her hard and deep. His kisses were like a drug, a pleasure so intense she could drown in it.

feels like to be kissed

mouth trailing down the line of her neck to her collarbone, which he nipped gently. Lower again, and now

one horrible moment she wondered if he was going to use those nipple cages again. It would be a punishment, a kind of torture, when she so longed to have

he kissed each nipple, a chaste brush of lips before straightening. “Why

was hoping if I didn’t have them, then you would play with

her breasts, lifting them. “Have I neglected

until last week. I hated the nipple

me. How long can you

or so,

long ago did you take them

left the

leave them off for now. It works well with

table he’d been

down at herself. She was bound to a spanking bench, but instead of face down, she was facing backwards,

was positioned between her spread knees, and she really hoped that was where Grif was planning to sit. It would put

thanked whatever generous soul had taken the

came back, shirtless, all muscles and those

shoulders were starting to ache, but that was forgotten when he took a seat on the stool

“You’re smiling,” he said.

excited,” she murmured.

out a low chuckle that did things to her insides. He was a sexy man with a

present for you,” he said. “Custom ordered, not something from the stockpile in the Den.” He

felt was present in her

head snapped up.

She nodded.

no. Talk to

end like

now we know what we’re doing. If you start to go too deep, I’ll pull you back.” He drew his hand from his pocket, then turned it

“What are they, Master?”

labia clips, clit cuff, and a nipple chain.” He picked up what she’d thought was a costume jewelry necklace, showing her the ends, which had loops of thin twine and beads in place of a jewelry clasp. Between those was a gold two-strand necklace set with a dozen evenly spaced dark rhinestones that looked

because if it wasn’t, he was holding six figures’

that…custom made for

were simple jewelry clips rather than clamps—similar

black stone dangled from a tiny gold cuff. If you didn’t know better, you might think you were looking

you ever

that,

I was there for

forks that you slide over, but nothing

start with the good stuff.” Grif closed his hand, the labia and clit jewelry hidden in his fist, then

first sweep of his tongue as if she’d been struck with a cattle prod. She jerked and gasped, her thigh muscles straining with the instinctive need to close around

mouth, his nose buried against her mound, his chin wedged between her labia. He pulled back, her clit sliding between his lips, every millimeter of sensitive flesh stimulated by the soft touch of his mouth. Fingers were wonderful, but there was something about the softness of a man’s mouth against her pussy that she found wildly erotic. As if it was only now, when he used his mouth to pleasure her, that he was able to match the softness of her body with his own softness, instead of

the way some did, but rubbing his

her pussy

He pulled back.

chide him for teasing her. The collar at her throat, the gentle but insistent pressure of it, stopped her. She would have her time to tease him, to banter

her pussy lips with two fingers. “Are you ready,

“Yes, Master.”

apex of her labia, then slid it down onto her clit. The diameter was small enough that once he had it in place, around the widest part of her clit, there was no space between the metal

hurt,” he

pinching the cuff,

murmured.

far from unpleasant. It made her aware of her clit in a way she normally wasn’t, even when aroused. She shifted her weight from knee to knee and

so fucking sexy,” he growled. “I want to see

a snapping sound, and a slight pinch. He pulled on the other lip,

positioned the labia clips so that jewel on that chain hung

and looked at her breasts. “Have I mentioned how lovely

past

and sucked on her left nipple. This time he didn’t stop, but sucked and

through her, setting nerve endings ablaze. Her captured clit pulsed with need, the

his head, his dark gaze watching

“Use me, please, Master.”

flared, his face stark with desire. He positioned the loop of twine over her nipple, then slowly drew the bead up, tightening the loop until it squeezed her nipple. He

nipple, pulling it tight, and then took a

into that headspace she both needed and feared, yet had also left her erogenous zones mostly unstimulated, especially her nipples. Tonight the jewelry he’d placed on her both highlighted and stimulated her breasts and pussy, while still making her feel deliciously

off completely, he massaged her arms

a little, clinging to his forearms, as she finally stood on her

does it feel?” His voice was low,