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“I would like that. Thank you, Master,” she smiled, turning her head toward him.

“If we went to a club, though, you would have to wear my collar. Then everyone who saw it would know they’d have to deal with me.”

“I get a feeling not too many people would want to
deal
with you,” she said softly.

“At least not twice,” he drawled. “Will you wear my collar now, Serena? It’s more like a choker so you can wear it in public and no one would know what it really means.”

Speechless at what his words implied, Serena could only nod.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

She felt him leave the bed. A moment later, the bed dipped on her left and she felt something cool and metallic placed around her neck. His fingers traced the fading purple bruises from where she’d been choked.

“That sonuvabitch,” he growled. “If I ever see that bastard again the police won’t have to worry about anything but a burial.”

Serena gasped.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he murmured.

“No,” she insisted. “I don’t want you doing anything to him.”

“Sweetheart, part of being a man is defending what is his. This,” he touched the collar, “makes you mine.”

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that. I don’t want anyone fighting or—”

“I didn’t protect you last week,” he said quietly.

“I’ll make damn sure no one else hurts you.”

“Promise?” she whispered.

His lips pressed a tender kiss on her lips.

“With my life.”

She sighed and relaxed.

“Master?”

“Mm?” His mouth explored her jaw and found her earlobe.

“In-box.”

“Minx,” he chuckled. “I need to make you come at least twice.”

“Twice?” she repeated, moving her head back and forth on the pillow. After being without him this week? “I’ll never be quiet.”

“I know,” he said smugly. “That’s why I’ve got the gag handy. You sure you can’t be quiet?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I can’t.”

“It’s all right, sweetheart. Open your mouth.” Almost gratefully, she opened her mouth and felt the small ball slide in. He secured it around her head and checked the blindfold.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “I’m going to make you come with the vibrator to get your pussy hot and wet for my cock. Then I’m going to fuck your pussy until you come again,” he pulled the chain connecting the nipple clamps and she moaned. “Then I’m going to fuck your sweet ass, Serena, while I work the vibrator in your pussy. And you will come hard and fast for me.”

Serena couldn’t believe it. He’d talked about taking her in the ass at some point, but she hadn’t thought it would be this soon. She’d had trouble just sitting after having the butt plug in most of the previous weekend!

She groaned as he began working the vibrator.

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nerves were and how to leave her quivering and dripping. He pushed her hard and fast as he’d promised and in minutes she exploded, screaming around the gag as her body tensed then relaxed.

Keith smiled as he pulled the vibrator from her pussy and saw the juices clinging to it. His cock was more than ready to plunge into her and she was so wet that he practically slipped inside of her. Now, he thought, for a surprise. Reaching to his right, he picked up the thumb-sized vibrator and held it to her clit. Her body jerked and she writhed as he held it firmly.

It was hard, having his cock inside her but not fucking her. After a week of being so sure she wouldn’t want anything to do with him, of wanting nothing more than to bulldoze his way through everything that stood between them, he wanted only to lose himself in her sweet heat. And he would. He would have a lifetime of her sensual sweetness. But not tonight. Tonight was about her. Tonight was to ensure she knew she came first. She would know by sunrise that nothing else mattered in his life. She’d been through so much because he hadn’t thought things all the way through. Her earlier words hurt, but he understood her pain. He just hoped she understood his need for deception when she knew the truth.

The whimpers from behind the gag grew more frantic as perspiration appeared on her skin. He felt her pussy tighten around him. He pressed the vibrator harder and she arched up off the bed. Her orgasmic cry was audible and he was glad he’d put the gag in.

“That’s my sweet submissive,” he smiled.

Serena told herself to relax. This was what she’d read about. As a submissive should, she had followed his directions and been ready for him. She trusted her dominant to take care of her sexual needs and 193

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all she had to do was let him. Taking a deep breath, she put herself fully in his hands. She hadn’t thought she could find all her dreams in one man.

Until he touched her. Until he talked about the future. Okay, so she had no clue as to what that future might mean to him, but there were a few important details in his words. He didn’t want other men to see her naked. Her hands might be restrained, but he would protect her. He would keep private the most intimate parts—her orgasms, him fucking her, her punishments—those would be just between them.

She felt the heat spreading through her body and her pussy clench around his cock. Dammit! How could he stay so still? He wanted her. That much she figured out because he still felt hard as steel inside her, so maybe she could do something. She moaned around the ball and felt her pelvis tilt up. Her pussy tightened. When he increased the pressure, she exploded.

With a sigh, she let the euphoria fill her body.

His upper body lifted and his hands removed the clamps. She gasped as the blood rushed unrestricted and her nipples throbbed with delicious pain that nearly had her orgasming again. With a quick flick of his wrist, he pulled the gag from her mouth. She gasped for air. Between the orgasm and the way her nipples felt, she would swear she’d never breathe normally again.

His hips lifted and pulled his cock nearly out.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she moaned, feeling the tip of his cock.

“Just you, Master.”

“Oh, yes,” he agreed, sliding further into her heat. “Hot, wet, and, God, so sweet and tight.” He lowered his head and captured her mouth.

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until she moaned under him. Following the line of her delicate jaw, he nibbled the tender skin until he reached the pulse that throbbed at the top of her neck.

“I don’t think I’ve put a hickey on anyone since high school,” he murmured. “But you are so absolutely delicious I can’t resist. Besides,” he swirled his tongue in the hollow of her collarbone. “If some idiot doesn’t understand the collar, he’ll have the sense to leave you alone when I’ve marked you.” A gurgle of laughter bubbled from her throat.

“Is that why guys do that?” she asked.

“Yes,” he frowned down at her. “How many boyfriends have—”

“Master, I’ve only been in two somewhat serious relationships.” She shook her head, smiling softly. “I told you about them. No one has ever…um…” He was fascinated by the blush covering her face and making its way south to turn her breasts a delightful rosy hue.

“What? What has no one ever done?”

“Wanted me as much as you,” she answered.

“Made me feel the way you do.”

“Which is?”

“Desired. Wanted. Treasured. Protected.”

“I didn’t do a very good job of that last week,” he muttered.

“No one could have known Mark would react that way,” she protested. “If anything, I was worried about Duncan or one of the others going after Debbie. She started the whole thing.” She smiled.

“Oh, Master, you should have seen her. She didn’t want to tell Keith anything. I won’t tell you what she was wearing, but it was slightly better than what she had on when I went to their apartment that morning. She was so brave.”

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“I had to,” she managed, fear tingeing her voice.

“I… I was terrified, but all the self-defense tricks my brothers and cousins taught me kicked in and—”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he murmured, cradling her trembling body close.

“I should have known better,” she whispered. “I didn’t even look to see who was at the door. And when he tore my shirt, all I could think was that he couldn’t touch me. Not after you had.” He understood her hesitation and unspoken question. It was something Dr. Gordon had warned him about. Women who had been raped or nearly raped often blamed themselves for the attack, and worried their significant others wouldn’t want them after having been attacked in such a manner.

“Sweetheart, what he wanted to do would never have come between us. Him attacking you, whether he managed to rape you or not, would
not
have changed how I desire you.” He traced her cheekbone.

“If anything, I’m surprised you’re not pissed at Keith for not anticipating such a thing. Or me for not protecting you.”

“What?” He saw her jaw slacken in surprise.

“Why would I be angry at Keith? Or you?” She shook her head. “No, Master. I opened the door without looking. He didn’t succeed because of Claire and Debbie. They were coming back from kickboxing class and heard me. They saved me.”

“Remind me tomorrow to order them both a dozen red roses,” he smiled, before kissing his way across her face. Her lips pursed slightly and she turned her head. “You want something, sweetheart?”

“You,” she whispered. “Please, Master. He…” she swallowed. “Could you touch me all over? Wipe his touch completely from my mind? Fill me up so much that he’s just a very bad, barely remembered dream?”

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he was just starting to recognize for what they were.

“Yes. You’re mine. All mine. No one else, sweetheart,” he grunted as he buried his cock fully into her wet heat. “I’ve a possessive streak in me. I won’t share you. I do hope that meets with your approval.”

“Yes,” she nodded, smiling. “I think you’re man enough to handle me.”

He paused and chuckled. That was all Serena.

His
Serena.

“Feisty, are you?”

“Just a little,” she shrugged.

“That’s all right,” he decided, his mouth at her neck. “A little spice in life is good. God knows having a woman in bed without a mind of her own would bore the hell out of me.” His mouth hovered over hers. “Just remember who is in charge.”

“Of course, Master,” she smiled up at him. “In-box.”

His mouth covered hers, his tongue stabbing through her lips and claiming her heat. And he claimed her body. His hips pistoned up and down.

Spread-eagled under him, Serena could only receive him. She wanted desperately to touch him. To wrap her arms and legs around him. But she could do nothing.

He wanted her to do nothing. It was all him as he pounded into her and withdrew. Harder and faster. As if nothing else was as important as fucking her until they were both exhausted. Until neither of them could move.

“Master!” she whimpered, feeling her orgasm building. “May I come?”

“Not yet,” he grunted, pulling nearly completely out of her.

“Please!”

“Not yet,” he repeated, slamming back into her.

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fingertips to her toes in her effort to hold back.

“Master,” she sobbed in need.

“Now,” he told her, pulling out. “Now!” He drove back into her and felt her muscles clench around him. And lost himself in her.

Groaning as his cock pulsed, he collapsed on her.

“Oh, Serena, it gets better each time,” he murmured, nuzzling her sweaty neck.

“Yes,” she sighed.

Releasing her cuffs from the restraints, he held her as they rested.

“Master? Where were—”

“No questions,” he covered her mouth with a quick hand. “You will have every question answered tomorrow. I promise, Serena.” His hand drifted over her body. “I know it’s been difficult for you.” His mouth nuzzled her throat, kissing the bruises.

“Things happened I never anticipated. God, it nearly killed me when I found out what had happened. I am doing everything I can to make sure Hammond pays for what he did. Don’t ask,” he reminded her, as her mouth opened. “I mean it. You will have all your answers tomorrow.” He gathered her to him. “What do you want most in the world?”

“I think I have it all right now,” she whispered.

“Except for your name.”

He chuckled, nipping her ear.

“Nice try. Can I guess?” he asked. “Perhaps a man devoted to you, putting you first and encouraging you to explore your dreams and grow as a woman.” His hand covered her stomach. “A family.

If you want to keep working you can, but if you want, you can do something else.”

“Like what?”

“No questions,” he teased.

“No fair,” she complained, laughing softly. “You can’t say something like that and not expect me to ask questions.” She covered his hand with hers. “Do 198