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Another level of his control.

He was prepared to explain a little more to her, but as he
stepped out onto the porch, his words died in this throat. The frustration he’d
seen earlier in her eyes was gone. Instead, the heat he’d seen—the heat he’d
put there—shined in her gaze.

“I wasn’t sure if I was even going to come out here.” She’d
left her hair down so it hung down her back in loose waves. Even with the
distance between them he saw her nipples pebbling against the chilly autumn
air.

His cock jumped to attention in his jeans.

He put a leash on the sudden surge of arousal, knowing this
wasn’t supposed to be about him, and casually leaned against a support post for
his porch. He wanted to make certain she came to him.

The sound of her car door shutting echoed off the
surrounding trees. She walked toward him, clearly determined to get the relief
he’d denied her. She was about to find out she was going to be sorely
disappointed. Oh she’d get some respite from the ache undoubtedly threading
through her, but she’d leave wanting even more.

He stepped off the porch, gesturing for her to come closer.
“Walk to the treeline, you’ll find a well-worn path there. Follow it. You’ll
know when to stop.” She nodded and started to move away but stopped when he
touched her arm. “Naked by the time I arrive, understood?”

Her eyes glinted in delight. “Yes Sir.”

Satisfied with her response, he gestured for her to go ahead
of him to the walkway between the house and his workshop. When she disappeared
into the spread of trees, he entered the house again, scooping up a few things
he anticipated needing, and dropped them into a duffel bag he slung over his
shoulder.

The autumn breeze blew chilly through his hair as he stepped
off the porch and swung around behind the house. When he shivered, he realized
he’d forgotten to put on a shirt when he’d gotten out of bed. A flash of
something moving in the breeze caught his eye and as he stepped closer, he
dismissed his shirtless state. He smiled when he recognized the band of
colorful, spandex-clad superheroes on the shirt Beth had been wearing when
she’d arrived.

Arousal speared hot as lightning through him as he lifted
the shirt off the branch and put it to his face. Her flowery scent warmed his
entire body through and through. He tucked the shirt into his back pocket and
set down the path again, wondering what treasure he’d find next.

A few minutes later, he had his answer. Her well-worn jeans
hung over the branch of a tree along the path. He scooped those up as well,
slinging them over his shoulder. He knew he was close to the area he’d directed
her to and turned to see her thin bra hanging from a branch at eye level. That
meant….ah yes, her underwear hung from a protrusion on a gnarled tree to his
right. Tucking the thin scrap of material into his pocket along with the shirt,
he leaned against a tall oak.

Like his room at the warehouse, he kept an array of
implements in a space he’d cleared out in the middle of the forest. He hadn’t
used these pieces in quite some time but always made certain he’d taken care of
their upkeep. Most of them still looked brand new. Beth stood in the center of
these, naked but for the hiking boots she’d kept on to protect her feet and
those secretive cuffs encircling her wrists.

Not naked as he’d instructed.

He’d expected the cuffs to stay in place. He still needed to
push on the reason for their existence. But the boots? He applauded her
ingenuity but would punish her later because they went against his orders.

She flashed him a bright smile. The sight of her so bared to
him kicked his libido into overdrive so fast, he nearly missed what she said
all together. “Another interesting collection you have.”

“Nice to know it meets my sub’s approval.”

He watched as she turned away, giving him an unobstructed
view of her perfect ass. As much as he wanted to cross the space to take her up
in her arms, based on her reaction to the equipment at the warehouse, he wanted
to watch her closely. Gauge her reactions and anticipate her needs a bit
better. She was definitely more at ease than before, judging by the way she
kept her hands folded neatly behind her back.

That was, until she came to stand in front of one of the
pieces.

She paused, her fingers brushing over the metal arm of the
item. Her delicate touch was in contradiction to the harsh and unforgiving
surface of the steel. Even with the distance between them, he noticed the flash
of interest he immediately wanted to exploit.

He stood beside her in a matter of seconds, pressing his
body against hers as he dropped the duffel at his feet. She gasped, spinning
around to face him. Though there was no mistaking her interest in the item,
there was also an emotion that worried him.

“What is it, Beth?” He combed his fingers through her hair.
Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she swallowed.

“Ethan had a piece of equipment similar to this.” Ryan’s
stomach turned over as his hold on her firmed. He pushed against her arm to
spin them both out of sight of the piece, but she resisted. Her gaze stayed
trained on the item as she continued. “He would tie me onto it in the middle of
the club. As if he was presenting me as some kind of sacrificial offering with
my ass as the prize. He would just stand there beside me while whoever felt
like it was allowed to take their turn.

“Most of them were pretty forgettable and I could shut them
completely away. But there was this one guy. This one jerkoff who called
himself Murdock. If I tried to distance myself from what was happening, he would
slap me so hard my vision would blur. He said it was because he wanted to make
damn sure I was right in the moment. That I knew exactly who he was and that he
was the one in charge.”

The way her voice trembled caused his gut to clench. “Beth,
stop.”

She set a hand on his forearm, squeezing tightly. “It’s all
right. You need to know this kind of thing. I got past all of this awhile ago.
I knew coming to you would dredge all these emotions and feelings to the
surface again.”

She was right, as much as it pained him to admit and watch
her go through it. He needed to know more of what she faced at the hands of the
bastard so he could tailor their scenes to be the most effective to the hurdles
she faced.

“Go on,” he urged even though it tore his gut apart to listen
to the tremble in her voice.

“One night, more than likely in anticipation of Ethan’s
generosity, he brought along something he prized to share with me. Just with
me, he’d said, because I was special. I’d earned it for not behaving as I was
supposed to. After Ethan tied me down, Murdock placed a gag in my mouth. He
said I hadn’t earned the right to scream. I wasn’t supposed to make a sound
while he beat me. I didn’t either.” She shivered, but Ryan knew it wasn’t from
the chill in the air.

“I was screaming in my head for him to stop, but I barely
even breathed for fear of upsetting Ethan’s best friend. I knew they would both
come after me tenfold if I disappointed either of them. I kept telling myself
that if I could just get through the night, I would be okay. Needless to say,
after the first session with Murdock’s cane, I couldn’t sit for a week.
Thankfully the station had recently elevated the soundboards, so I could stand
while I worked.”

Though he’d already thought about marking her pretty tan
skin, he hadn’t intended to do anything remotely close to the horror she’d
described. “He intended to. He didn’t want you to forget and always be reminded
of what was done.”

“Oh I remember all right. Murdock repeated the session every
week for two months straight. Just as the bruises started to fade, he’d come
along and lay down a new pattern. I’m surprised I have any feeling at all in my
ass and thighs because of that damn cane. Ethan just laughed it off like it was
some big game to him. I think they both got off on it big time.”

He’d known a few Doms like that in his early days. They were
the ones who were in the lifestyle in order to get their rocks off without any
real care for the submissives they kept. They couldn’t be bothered with
aftercare. They didn’t understand the small eccentricities of caring for
another person and had no business participating with that kind of attitude.
Most of the time, they weren’t welcome in other circles because their tastes
pushed beyond sadistic and extreme. But sometimes they found others with
similar interests and were allowed to continue to push their weight around.

They were no better than rapists.

Ryan contained the rage grating over his nerves like
sandpaper as Beth quietly stared at the piece. His anger wasn’t something she
needed to deal with in addition to the horror she laid out in such detail. If
she’d allow him, he’d erase those painful parts of her past and layer on
memories of his own. Memories that were much more pleasant to remember if the
night went as he planned.

“Once again, I commend you for having the courage to face
this head on. It shows your true strength as a submissive. Not to mention as a
woman. Very, very admirable.” His hand cupped her jaw as he leaned forward to
press his mouth against hers. He needed the intimate connection just as much as
he suspected she did. A reminder he was nothing like those so-called dominants
she’d dealt with once upon a time.

Much to his delight, her body went pliant under his. He took
the time to run his hand down the side of her body, savoring her lush curves.
His goal now was to give her a new memory about the piece that had triggered
the disconcerting images and make it into something she didn’t have to be
afraid of.

Exactly what she’d come to him for.

“I’d like to introduce you to one of my favorite things.”

“And that is?”

“A surprise. But you have my assurance you will enjoy my
favorite thing far more than what those bastards put you through.”

He bent to retrieve the bag he’d dropped, extracting several
lengths of rope. Bracketing her hips, he guided her into the modified chair,
working in silence to secure her. His heart beat slowed, his breathing falling
into a steady pattern as he wrapped the rope around one of her wrists.

He enjoyed this place, the utter calming sensation
enveloping him as he worked to secure a sub. There were few times when he
slipped into Topspace because he preferred to be completely cognizant of what
he was doing. Not to mention being aware of the mental state of the sub he was
attending to. But here, in the serene atmosphere of her ropespace, he could
share the peace with her.

As he worked to secure her, her breathing pattern changed. A
sign she’d fallen under his spell. He took his time, looping the rope, knotting
when necessary to hold it in place with the intricate knots he’d spent years
learning. After tying off the last knot, he gently skimmed his hand against the
curve of her calf.

She reclined in the chair he’d made, not quite sitting but
not lying down either. Her wrists were secured with his intricate knotwork on
the outside of her bent knees. He leaned forward to make a slight adjustment,
checking the tightness of the ropes to ensure he hadn’t cut off vital blood
supply.

Satisfied with his work, he allowed his hand to drift
upward, skimming the tips of his fingers over the swell of her thigh. He felt
her muscles strain against the ropes, but a quick glance to her face showed her
struggle wasn’t because she wanted to get away. Smiling, he went to his knees
between her spread legs, using his thumbs to draw a pattern up one side of her
thigh and down the other.

“This piece is actually one of my favorites because it
leaves you so open to me. It allows me to not only partake how I choose with my
sub but allows me to indulge one of my fetishes.” He leaned forward, allowing
the last word to caress the hot skin between her legs. The musky scent wrapped
around him, drawing him closer in invitation. Unable to resist, he lightly
touched her damp folds with the tip of his tongue.

Her sigh reverberated off the trees surrounding them. The
luxurious sound was a drug flowing through his veins, powerful and rich in
potency.

“Do you know what my fetish is, California?” He traced along
the outer edges of her labia. Her breathing increased, coming faster until she
was panting.

“Please tell me, Sir.”

He pressed the flat of his tongue against her opening,
dragging slowly upward until her sweet taste coated his tongue. He swallowed,
savoring the flavor that was more decadent than any dessert he’d ever indulged
in. “Cunt worship.”

He tasted her again, teasing the delicate flesh so she
emitted a low groan in response. Encouraged by her sounds of arousal, he traced
her skin, taking his time mapping her so he would never forget what laid spread
out before him.

“There’s something about a woman’s cunt that is so damn
delectable. I just can’t resist strapping her down and feasting until I get my
fill.” He flicked his tongue against her clit, sliding his hands to her hips
when she bucked against him. “I should caution you, however, when it comes to
this, I’m not easily satisfied. So this could take awhile.”

To illustrate his point, he took his time tasting her.
Arousal gathered faster and faster, so her body strained against the ropes. His
dick went rock-hard so swiftly, his eyes crossed. He allowed his growing
arousal to pour from him and flow into her.

She pulled against the bindings, her voice swelling as her
excitement grew when he continued to tease and taste her. Once again, he
thought about how it had been awhile since he’d allowed himself to indulge in a
woman. A long time since he’d allowed himself to become this lost in a
submissive. Despite the damp early morning air, waves of warmth flowed from her
wet heat as her hands tightened into fists and her eyes screwed tightly shut.

She was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen.

And at his utter mercy.

“Look at me.”

When her eyes opened, he flicked out his tongue, catching
the hard nub of her clit. Her body went rigid against the ropes. His eyes
stayed on hers as he flicked harder, closing his teeth around her flesh before
sucking. Her gasp echoed off the surrounding trees. Encouraged by her reaction,
he sucked harder, nipping to the point of pain. She reacted beautifully, her
thighs quivering on either side of his face.

Wanting to add a new layer of sensation, he pulled back,
wetting one finger thoroughly before teasing her clit with his teeth again. He
stroked the wet finger against her anus with the lightest of pressure just to
see what kind of reaction he could garner. He continued to slowly stroke his
finger over the tight bud, growing firmer with each pass.

Her body relaxed, quivering against his hand.

“Isn’t this a revelation?”

She moved her head from side to side, but her body continued
to react for him. Reaching down, he fished a tube of lubrication out of his
bag. He opened it with a flick of his thumb and collected a few drops of the
slick fluid before touching her again.

Her breath came out in a hiss as the tip of his finger
parted her rear passage. He paused, waiting to see if she used a safeword
because he’d taken this too far. But the way her body bloomed to accept him
spoke of another story.

As he continued to work past the tight ring of muscles, he
watched her face, her body, for signs of distress. But distress never came as
his finger slid completely into her to the knuckle. When he started to
withdraw, his name sounded as a whisper on her lips.

“Easy there, California. I’m just going to make things a bit
more manageable.” He slicked his finger with another coat of lube, then slowly
pushed his finger into her again. This time, as he did, he turned his hand
slightly to slide a separate finger into her pussy. Dripping wet, she accepted
him easily and in only a matter of moments, he was sliding both fingers in and
out of her at the same time. Each time he saw her becoming accustomed to his
pace, he changed it up, varying the speed.

Her curse split the quiet air of the forest.

“Well now. It seems as if someone found her voice and chose
to use extremely foul language.” He drove his fingers into her hard, pushing
against her until she flung another assault at him. Swear after swear poured
from those gorgeous lips as her body started to shake.

She had nearly reached her breaking point, but he wasn’t
ready for her to be there yet. He continued to slowly fuck her with his
fingers, waiting for when her muscles began to contract around his fingers.
When they did, he stopped, holding his fingers in place to back her away from
the edge of the high. When he was satisfied the edge had blunted enough he
began again, varying his pace in an effort to catch her off guard.

She kept up with him, never allowing herself to fall even
when he lifted her higher than he’d ever taken a submissive before.

This woman is a fucking dream.

And she’s mine.

His cock strained hard against the seam of his zipper,
reminding him of his own need. He wanted to put it aside, block it out, just as
he had last time she’d been spread out for him, and simply take care of her.
But the roar of need was too loud to ignore. He needed to be inside her just as
much as she wanted him to be.

“You have absolutely splendid control, California. I look
forward to exploiting it as much as I possibly can. But right now, I think we
both deserve a reward.”

She nodded, desperation rich in her gaze as her eyes opened.

He withdrew his fingers, digging into his bag for the damp
washcloth he’d stashed there, and grabbed a condom. Normally, he would have
made a big production by teasing her for however long he chose, dragging out
the time it took to sheath himself. But every fiber of his being seemed to
chant this woman’s name. His own body had started to shake from the effort of
his restraint and he leaned forward into her for support.

“Besides, I’m going to be in your pussy when you finally
come.” Spreading her scorching hot folds open with his thumbs, he slowly drove
his cock into her. The first contact with the tight fist of her channel caused
him to close his eyes, basking in the feel of her surrounding him. The glorious
sensation was nothing like he’d ever experienced before and he nearly lost his
grip on reality.

He pulled back, reminding himself he was the one in charge
and she needed him to guide her. Mimicking his earlier movements with his
fingers, he varied the pace. Wanting more friction for them both, he clamped
his hands around her hips to bring her hard against him whenever he plunged
into her.

“Tell me who, sub. Tell me who is responsible for giving you
this kind of pleasure.”

“You, Sir.”

The simplicity of the words sparked something inside him
that shredded his control. He drove into her, rocking the chair’s sturdy
supports. Her scream of release pushed out to the trees, rippling through his
gut. The power of his impending orgasm caught him off guard, the force
traveling up from the base of his spine then spreading out to light a fire
throughout his entire body.

She screamed again, tightening around him with such
strength, visceral need took over reason and logic. Growling, he tore at the
ropes binding her to the chair. He needed her to be free and wrapped around his
body as he plunged inside her when he came.

He needed to feel her come even harder around his cock.

The ropes fell away, freeing her. He tugged her body against
his as they collapsed to the ground still joined. His hands on her hips, he
drove her down over his straining cock and finally succumbed to the roar of
need demanding release.

Perspiration slicked their skin, the sucking noise of their
wet flesh slapping together echoing off the trees as they continued to
relentlessly fuck. He pumped up into her, the force of his orgasm hitting him
like a freight train as he came in short, heavy spurts. Her slick cunt massaged
his dick, her body going rigid over his as another climax punched through her core.

He slammed hard into her, drew out and drove into her again
as he rode out the shattering release with her. The convulsing muscles of her
pussy rippled around his shaft, demanding more from him as she tilted her face
to the sky and wailed.

After sanity returned, he released his bruising grip on her
hips, massaging the red marks he saw blossoming in the early dawn sunlight. Her
body slumped, molding against his as they lay entwined on the leaf-covered
ground.

His lips moved gently over her sweaty forehead, his fingers
tracing the line of her curves as her unsteady breathing ruffled the hair on
his chest. She shivered despite the heat wafting from their bodies, drawing
closer as she settled her head in the crook of his arm. A soft sigh drifted on
the air between them, her body going lax as she drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

Ryan sat quietly at his small kitchen table, massaging his
forehead. Vivid pain throbbed behind his eyes. He’d gotten too much sleep, laid
in bed for far too long. Things his body wasn’t used to. More appropriately, he
wasn’t used to sleeping with someone else. He hadn’t realized how much he had
missed the small pleasure.

But there she lay in his bed.

Her rich, golden-brown skin complemented the sun-streaked
brown hair draping gently over his pillow. She faced away from him, the sheet
scrunched down around her hips so the lines and valleys of her back were
visible.

The view allowed him to see a map of scrapes marring her
skin—a result of their frantic fucking against one of the trees when he’d taken
her again. The first taste in the forest clearing had only been a small
sampling. His body had raged for more. It hadn’t mattered when or how. He’d
just
wanted
.

A red mark glowed high on her shoulder, a result of the bite
he’d given her when he’d bent her over the rocking chair on his front porch.
He’d even venture to guess she’d have a ring of light bruises around her
forearms where he’d held her in place and forced several orgasms out of her
using only his tongue.

Those temporary marks didn’t hide the permanent scars
inscribed in her skin. Those ugly wounds still made him see red. They reminded
him she hadn’t come into this lifestyle easily. That his job was to show her
the absolute pleasure that could come along with the lifestyle.

He looked away as she shifted, but not fast enough to keep
from catching a glimpse of her naked body from the waist up. She didn’t bother
to cover her nudity, unafraid to face him. Her boldness was mesmerizing. His
gaze immediately focused on those rosy nipples he’d spent so long savoring
after they’d climbed into bed. He swore he could still feel them pressed
against the roof of his mouth.

He’d always kept control of himself when it came to sex.
Maintaining a firm grip on who held the power. He had this time—but just barely.
She’d thrown him off kilter with the sweetness of her surrender and he had yet
to regain his balance.

What the hell am I doing?

He couldn’t fall for her.

Wouldn’t.

Agitated with the way he’d acted, he pushed up from the
table only to be stopped by the sparkling gaze and lazy smile aimed his way. He
sat down hard, stunned at the way everything snapped into place the moment they
made eye contact. She knocked him off his feet, stole his breath and clarified
everything plaguing him.

He’d been so certain he’d never hear the silence again.

It was all he could do to keep himself in the chair and not
cross the room to slide into bed with her—into her warmth and heat that made
him never want to leave.
How is this even possible?
This kind of
reaction had to be a fluke.