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  His hand trailed down her back softly, signaling that he was finished. The tension in her muscles had disappeared long ago, but she still hadn’t been about to tell him to stop. “Now I think you’re relaxed enough to play,” he said. “Display, please. Kick the cushion out of the way because it will be easier to stand on the floor.”

  It took her a moment to remember what “display” meant. She got to her feet and moved the cushion. He might be able to just kick it aside, but she had a feeling it would take her a few inelegant shoves with her feet. She laced her hands behind her head, conscious of how very naked she was. It had felt natural to be bent over with his hands on her back. Now, standing exposed for him in the middle of the living room untouched, created a shift of power that made her loins ache.

  “Perfect. You are absolutely perfect.” He said it as if he were surprised by her beauty.

  “Any—” thing but, she was about to say. He looked at her curiously, but waited to see if she had something to say. “I’m glad I please you, Master Hart.” There. That seemed safe. And it was true. Maybe she shouldn’t be so eager to please someone who was so temporary, but she was.

  He stood and leaned in close to her. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek and her mouth watered in anticipation of him kissing her. “Stay just like that. Don’t move, even to look around. I’ll be right back.” Then he moved to the side before vanishing down the hall.

  Standing there was a kind of bondage, she realized, done without ropes or chains. Only his words and her will kept her there, but that was enough. The apartment was cool and comfortable, not cold, but her awareness of the way her breasts lifted because of how she had her hands, and jutted out because of the arch in her back, made her nipples harden and tingle. She had no idea how long he would have her stay that way, only that she couldn’t move if she wanted to be as he wished at the moment he came back.

  She heard him return, his bare feet not quite soundless on the hardwood floor. She didn’t turn, but she could see a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, enough to know he was shirtless but not enough to study his form the way she wanted. She knew he was close because of his scent—warm and musky and masculine.

  “Well done, Vanessa. You’re going to be a delight to train this weekend.”

  That word train again. She wanted it. Wanted this man to help her become a perfectly pleasing submissive, so that no one ever wanted to gamble her away ever again. And more than that, because she honestly enjoyed pleasing. No selfish pleasure ever meant as much to her as the light in another’s eyes or the satisfaction in someone’s voice, and never had. “Thank you, Master Hart.”

  “I will teach you more positions in the morning. But for tonight I just want you to know that you’re mine.” He took hold of her left hand and moved to her side, then brought it around to her back. Then he did the same with the other. She felt him wrap rope around her wrists. It was remarkably soft.

  “What kind of rope is that?”

  “Bamboo silk. Do you like it?”

  “It feels wonderful.” She hadn’t experienced rope very much, but she loved the sensuous feel of it. Walt generally preferred leather cuffs and lengths of chain. They were faster, he said. That was probably true. But the way she felt right now, Hart could spend all night tying her up and she’d find it blissful and relaxing. She wondered if that was the effect of the massage. It had certainly helped.

  He pulled a knot tight in back, and the soft, sensuous wrapping started to feel like something a little rougher. The tug was a reminder that he was in control, and that no matter how soft the rope felt it would still bind her wrists securely exactly as he wanted. There was nothing that made her feel more helpless than taking away the use of her hands. Unless…

  She smelled the leather a moment before it covered her eyes, blacking out the room. He adjusted the strap behind her, making it comfortable. She leaned back into him, seeking his solid strength. He wrapped his arms around her but they lingered to hold her only for a moment before they began roaming. Gliding his hands over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, he finally dipped between her legs. He curled his fingers inside her. She knew he found her wet.

  “Relax. Don’t try to hold the position any longer. I’ll put you where I want you. I’ll do to you what I want to do. And when I am ready, you will get to come.”

  Meaning he would come first, she supposed. She smiled. She had no problems with that. She’d noticed before that no matter how submissive she was being, making a man come made her feel powerful. Sexy. The promise of some reciprocation only made that better.

  He nudged her forward until her knees encountered the chair, and then lifted her. She wasn’t sure, but she thought her knees were on the chair and her chest against the back of it. He moved her forward so that her breasts were free. Then she heard a foil wrapper being torn open. His hands gripped her hips and she spread her legs, eager to feel him. His cock filled her completely in one forceful thrust. She pushed back against him and he was so big it almost hurt.

  “Let me set the pace, Vanessa.” His grip tightened on her hips as he pulled back then slid forward. She could feel his delicious length all through her deepest reaches. She let him guide her, staying as still as she could, which wasn’t very. Each thrust made her breasts sway, and as her arousal heightened they felt heavier. The softness of the chair cushioned her stomach and her knees. Wanting to use her hands to stabilize or push off with, she pulled on her bonds, but they were tied fast. The rope was soft going on, but when she struggled it still cut into her wrists.

  She pulled once more to satisfy herself that the bonds would hold, and then relaxed. She wasn’t in control in any way. He chose how deeply to penetrate her and what position they would take. All she had to do was yield. At that thought her core fluttered. She wondered if he noticed. It wasn’t quite an orgasm, merely a precursor, and she clenched down to stop it from blossoming.

  He chose that moment to slide his arm around and put his finger on her clit. He didn’t fumble around or search. He knew exactly where to go and how hard to rub. Now being submissive meant not so much yielding as fighting, struggling against the demand of his finger and his cock to follow his command instead. She squeezed with her pussy, trying to push him over the edge, and then she gave up. It would only make it worse for her, and his breathing was calm and steady. She didn’t know how she was going to hold on until he came because it didn’t feel like he was anywhere close.

  His stopped rubbing her clit, and slowed down. “Close, Vanessa?”

  “Yes!”

  “Oh that’s not the right way to answer.” He stung her ass with a quick slap. The sting faded quickly, more surprise than force.

  “Only if it pleases you!” she got out through gritted teeth.

  “It does please me, very much.” His body pressed against her as he leaned close. She felt his hands on her breasts, gentle for a moment, then pinching her rock-hard peaks. “And your nipples are sensitive too, aren’t they?”

  “Ouch! Only if it pleases you.” By which I mean, hell yes.

  He rolled them in his fingers, making them feel like they were on fire and connected by a line of heat straight with her core. She wondered if she could come at this point just from nipple stimulation—well, that and a rock-hard cock filling her pussy. She was starting to think she could. His hands left her breasts.

  His fingernails scraped down her back. What normally would be pain was just delicious now. She envisioned red lines on her skin and hoped they pleased him. She knew she wasn’t a hard player, but she wanted desperately to please him.

  He moved his hips, his cock rubbing again. It felt exquisite against one particular spot, and he had a knack for hitting it again and again. Maybe it was an accident, or maybe he could read her reactions that well.

  “Can you last for me if I do this?”

  “No—not unless it pleases you, Master Hart.” Not even if it pleases you, but oh, I wish I could.

  “Come for me, Vanessa.”
He pressed her clit again, and waves of pleasure were unleashed deep within her. It took her a moment to register his words and know that she was following his direction. Once she knew, everything seemed to speed up, rippling through her arms and legs to their farthest extremity until her toes curled and her hands clenched up into fists. Her pussy throbbed rhythmically around his cock, instinctively seeking his pleasure. At last she collapsed against the chair, spent, floating, only one thought diminishing her bliss.

  “You didn’t come,” she said softly.

  “Would you like to make me come, Vanessa?”

  “I would like to make you come.” She didn’t want to say only if it pleased him this time. What if it didn’t please him?

  “You can just rest in your pleasure if you wish. It’s beautiful to me.”

  She’d never felt so good, but it still wasn’t enough. “Please, Master Hart. Come. However you wish to take me.” She half regretted the words once she said them. She’d never been taken anally before and he felt huge enough in her pussy. She could only imagine what he would feel like there if he chose that spot. It was all exposed to him.

  When he slipped out, her heart tightened. But she wasn’t going to back out now. Even if it hurt. She could take it for him. It wasn’t like a cane, where she wasn’t sure what the wielder was getting out of it. This was directly related to his pleasure.

  She heard another foil wrapper. Lube? She’d need it.

  But then she heard him walk around the chair. He took her head in his hands and she knew what he wanted. She opened her mouth and smelled the scent of strawberries, then tasted them as he guided his cock between her lips. He’d changed to a flavored condom. He’s really very considerate, for a man who ties me up before he fucks me.

  She bobbed up and down on his cock, the smooth rubber a strange sensation but the taste making it a welcome one. She squeezed with her lips, wanting to create friction for him. It was odd not being able to use her hands to stimulate and to control. He slid in until he tickled the back of her throat, but he seemed to know when to pull back.

  He ran his fingers through her hair. “I enjoy your service most of all,” he said.

  She understood. She might not have use of her hands but there was still much she could do with her mouth. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, then took him as deeply as she thought she could. Then she pushed herself to take him deeper. She pressed her lips tightly as she pulled back, then took him in again. She would serve and she would make him come. However long it took. She focused on pleasing him.

  He swelled in her mouth. His hands fluttered in her hair. She knew he was close and grinned. She was tempted to tease him, to keep him on the edge the way he had her, but she was too greedy for that. She bobbed her head faster and was rewarded as he pulsed in her mouth. She could feel the tip of the condom get warmer as it filled and she wished she could taste him.

  She smiled up at him as she sucked the last bit of cum from his sweet cock before drawing back with exaggerated slowness. She couldn’t see, but she wanted him to remember the sight of her. He pushed her head down just before he slipped out, filling her again. For a moment she thought she might gag, and then he pulled her back with a tug on her hair.

  “Thought you were in control for a moment?” he asked.

  Sheepishly, she nodded, taking in a breath.

  “Silly Vanessa. But you will learn, and I will teach you.” He held on to the condom and pulled back out of her mouth, his grip on her hair loosening. He tousled her hair affectionately and lifted her blindfold.

  She blinked for a moment, adjusting to the light, but the first thing she saw was his smile, and it warmed her heart.

  Chapter Four

  She really does look lovely with her mouth around my cock. Or with her ass in the air. Hart had tried to stay in control as he was fucking her, and he thought he’d at least pulled off the semblance of it. But she was starting to affect him.

  He knew what he ought to do next. Thank her for her service and get the sheets for the couch. Taking her to his bed was asking for trouble. Wake-up sex. I want wake-up sex. He knew he was half lying to himself. The idea of fucking her—or having her suck him off again—first thing in the morning was attractive, certainly. But what he wanted was to lift her into his arms and cuddle her.

  He was used to a different kind of woman, one who wanted to prove that she could take everything that tough Master Hart could give. That was the kind of submissive who sought him out. Vanessa was softer, more vulnerable. At the right time, fully aroused, she could take a little pain and even enjoy it. He’d felt how her pussy had clenched as he played roughly with her tits. But she wasn’t a tough girl, full of bravado. She just wanted to please. She was impossible to resist when she looked at him with those big brown eyes full of wonder.

  So he scooped her up off the chair and walked toward the bedroom. Soft and cuddly, she relaxed in his arms and rested her head against his shoulder. He didn’t know what time she usually went to bed, but it was a few hours past his weeknight bedtime, although not too long after he’d normally go to bed on a Friday night. Still, until he’d gotten caught up in the ridiculous bet with Walt, he’d been considering an early night.

  He turned to push open the unlatched door with his hip. One of the nice things about a small place was that it was easy to keep neat, at least neat enough. His bed was made, even if the blue sheet was a little rumpled on top of the comforter. Setting her down on one of the pillows, he pulled back the covers.

  “Master Hart?” There was concern in her eyes.

  “Yes, Vanessa?”

  “Are you upset with me?”

  He blinked. “Why would you think that?”

  “You’re so quiet.”

  “Lost in thought.” He’d punished her for that earlier, so he mentally kicked himself for being a hypocrite. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. He wanted to taste her lips, to drink her in again. Nothing wrong with that, but now he wanted to both comfort and create some distance. He wasn’t going to back out on taking her to his bed, but the deal was for a D/s weekend—not romance. He didn’t trust himself to kiss her in a way that wouldn’t be misconstrued. “You’ve done very well, but it’s time to rest now, because we have a long day ahead of us. Have you ever been in service for an entire day, Vanessa?”

  She shook her head. “Just for a date, really. Am I to remain in bondage all night long? I’m not sure I can sleep this way, but I will try. If it pleases you.”

  He smiled at her willingness and the way she said it. “No. Just a little while longer. I don’t like doing bondage if I can’t check your circulation periodically, and it’s hard to do that while I’m asleep.”

  “Some people do, don’t they? I mean, I’ve heard stories of submissives who are tied up every night.”

  “Some people do, and I’m not saying they can’t do it safely. But there are risks to anything, and it’s a worry I’d rather live without.” He picked up her legs and moved them, turning her so that her feet were facing toward the right end of the bed. Then he pulled the covers back over her. “Stay like this, please.”

  “As you wish.” She smiled at him softly. She fidgeted with her shoulders, but she didn’t seem to be in any discomfort. It seemed more that she was enjoying the feeling of being constrained and kept testing her bonds to be reassured they were firm. He knew they were without checking them.

  He walked to the adjoining bathroom, knowing her gaze was on him as he did so. He wanted her to be able to see him. He washed his hands and brushed his teeth, set out a few toiletries for her and then returned. He used the time to gather his thoughts. No, I can’t sleep with her. It wouldn’t be fair to her to bond that way. He walked around the bed. Just knowing she was watching was enough to make his cock stir again. That, and the sight of her breasts just above the covers. She was still seated, waiting.

  “Lean forward, please, so that I can get at your hands,” he told her.

  “Only if it pleases you,
Master Hart.” She smiled and did as he had directed.

  He untied her hands. “There’s a new toothbrush there for you to use. If you need to use the toilet, please close the door for that, but otherwise it is to remain open. I enjoy the sight of your naked body.”

  “Silly man.” She slipped out of bed, went to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. He sat on the bed, already missing the smell of her. He wondered if she was going to earn a spanking by not opening the door again before she brushed her teeth. He wasn’t entirely sure whether he wanted her to obey or not for a moment. Spanking her beautifully rounded bottom was a pleasure. Some women would disobey in order to egg him on, but he didn’t think Vanessa was a brat, and for that reason he hoped she avoided his discipline. She would take more pleasure from obeying than from a spanking, he suspected. But if she needed correction, he would provide it, regardless of whether either of them found pleasure in it for its own sake.

  He suspected that with Vanessa there were probably more effective ways to do that then with a spanking. He wanted her to enjoy the feel of his hand on her ass, after all. He grinned.

  The door opened.

  “You know, at home I usually wear flannel jammies.” Her full breasts swayed as she turned to the sink to wash her hands, and he thought he spotted a blush on her cheeks. Even though he’d seen her naked body and displayed it in the club, this was a different kind of intimacy.

  “Here, what I’d do to flannel jammies would set off the smoke alarm, so it’s good you didn’t bring them along.”

  She glanced at him with horror. “You wouldn’t.”

  “Might be better to cut them into ribbons. It’s a crime to cover up a beautiful body like that.”

  “I’m too heavy and you know it. If you weren’t built like some kind of Greek god you wouldn’t even be able to lift me.”

  “I happen to like curves. And the soft feel of a woman under my hands. You’re not too heavy.”

  “I saw you two weeks ago with a girl who was as thin as a rail.”