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Chapter Three

Bella’s heart stuttered. Her punishment? What the hell had
that paddling been? But she knew better than to ask. Or question him. Or, lord
help her, defy him.

So she stood there waiting, completely helpless, her wrists
locked to the collar on her neck, her legs held tightly together, desperately
trying to keep the vibrator in her pussy. She clenched her ass to do the same
in the rear.

The tension was unbearable.

He took note of every shiver, every twitch. He nodded and
gestured to the other side of the sofa. “Let’s go into the living room, shall
we?”

She followed him around the sofa, mincing every step.

He led her to the tree. “Let’s see what kinds of playthings
we can find in here.”

Bella glanced at the tree and nearly moaned. There were
ornaments and garland and candy canes and all kinds of potentially torturous
devices there.

He opted for the garland. It was a fluffy gold swag that
draped from limb to limb. Slowly, holding her gaze all the while, Tae pulled it
out of the branches.

He smiled. It was a wicked grin. “I’ve been fantasizing
about this for weeks.” He traced her breasts with the bristly end of the
garland.

Bella threw back her head and bit her lip to hold back a cry
as sharp prickles assailed her.
Good.
It was so good. Her nipples had
been sensitized by the paddling and Tae’s ministrations. They stood up high and
ached. Every pass sent an electric charge straight through to her womb. “Ah.”

“You like that, my little slave? Answer me.”

“Yes Master.”

He trailed the garland leisurely over her chest, across her
belly and finally rubbed it against her clit. “Open your legs. And don’t let
that vibrator fall out of your c—”

It hit the floor. She couldn’t help it. She was swamped and
slick and oozing cream.

Bella instinctively bent to pick it up, to slip it back
in—even though her hands were useless—but he stopped her.

“Ah ah ah. None of that.”

“I didn’t mean to let it fall out.”

“That doesn’t matter.” He sighed but the tone of it was
hardly sincere. “One more thing to punish you for, I guess.”

He slipped the garland between her legs. Bella stilled,
realizing what he had in mind. He pulled the swag tighter, tighter up against
her pussy. He dragged the rough material back and forth over her swollen flesh.

Every nerve screamed.

The prickly strand scraped back and forth over her clit, her
asshole, her slit. With each pass the garland became slicker and slicker,
frosted with her cream. The scent of her arousal filled the room. She tightened
her muscles on the vibrator plodding away inside her. Each throb, each swipe, brought
her closer to the edge. Much more of this and she’d be coming.

She squeezed her lids shut and focused on the climax rising
within her. “Yes. Yes.”

Abruptly, the movement stopped. Bella groaned and opened her
eyes, glared at him.

“Did I not mention? You will not come without my express
permission.”

She groaned again. Snarled maybe.

He tapped her nose with a long finger. “Bella. Darling. I
know you. Do you think I don’t recognize the signs?”

“Tae, I’m dying.” She knew she wasn’t supposed to address
him directly but she couldn’t help it. Every muscle ached, every pore in her
body tingled. She was frantic, desperate for release.

He pulled her closer. His skin warmed her as their chests
skimmed. He kissed her and whispered, “Patience, darling. Patience.”

He stepped back then, just enough to look down at her
breasts. He stroked them, traced the bits of exposed flesh. Then he began
fiddling with one of the straps that encased her.

“Do you know why I picked this corset?” He didn’t command a
response so she didn’t give one. Besides, she doubted she was capable of
forming words. “It has this very interesting feature. When I tug this ribbon
here…”

He did so and the straps cupping her left breast contracted.
She sucked in a breath as he pulled tighter. The straps cut into her, creating
black furrows, shaping her. He pulled on another string and another, moving up
her breast, creating a cone. He came to the very last strap, the one ringing
her nipple. He caught her gaze and then tightened it.

Scalding sensation, pleasure and pain, speared through her.
Her breast was tightly wrapped in a leather cage. Her nipple burst forth from
its confinement, hard and tight and petulant.

When Tae bent his head and lapped at it, sweet anguish
scudded through her and she sobbed.

He did the same thing to the other breast then stood back
and admired his handiwork. She suffered his perusal with hands locked behind
her head, breasts poking straight out, nipples caged and a damp garland wedged
into her slit, prickling at her.

Oh yeah. And a vibrator up her ass.

She felt completely helpless. And yet so incredibly
powerful. Because she saw his expression.

“God, Bella. You are such a lovely slave. You know that?
Just gorgeous.” When he pressed on her shoulder, urging her into a new
position, she knew better than to resist.

Then again, she didn’t want to. She knew where she was
heading and, as she came onto her knees before him, at eye level with an
enormous bulge, she licked her lips.

She was hungry for his cock. Crazed with wanting. She wanted
to take him into her mouth, suck him in, engulf him.

She leaned forward and placed her cheek against his pajama
bottoms. His cock surged.

He petted her hair. “Such a sweet girl. I know what you
want. But you’re not getting it.”

She glanced up at him, pleading.

“Sorry.” He shot her an insincere pout. “You’re being
punished. Remember?”

“Tae!”

“Ah ah ah.” He waggled a finger. “Don’t make me gag you,
darling.”

Well. That gave her pause. When she clamped her lips
together, he chuckled.

He would do it. She knew he would. She didn’t think she
could bear it. So she kept her mouth shut.

He knelt beside her and pressed her down even farther so she
was on her knees with her ass in the air and her cheek on the carpet. Her
breasts brushed the carpet as well but because of the damn corset forcing her
nipples forward, they took the brunt of it. The scrape of the rough wool was
agony on those aching nubbins.

Tae moved behind her and Bella nearly collapsed with relief.
Thank God
, she thought. Finally. Finally he was going to fuck her. She
heard the rustle of cellophane. She prayed it was a condom.

It wasn’t.

He pulled the vibrator from her ass—it came out with a
sucking plop and she groaned in relief. But a new pressure prodded her there.
Her eyes flew open. If she tipped her head, just so, she could see what he was
doing. What he was pressing into her.

A candy cane.
Oh lord.

He pressed it in and in. “Do you like this, Bella? Do you?”

“Y-yes Master.”

He pushed the slender rod all the way in, all the way to the
hook, and turned it then slid it back out. Her entire body quaked. Cream
dripped from her ignored pussy. She tightened her muscles and moaned.

“Don’t clench,” he said. “We don’t want it to break.

He worked on her ass for a while, making her quake with
every thrust. And then he leaned away, out of sight. When he returned to her,
it was with a wicked grin.

“Look what I found, darling,” he said, holding something up.

She couldn’t see what it was right away—her vision was a
little blurry—but when she realized what exactly he held, she sobbed. The big,
fat peppermint stick she’d slipped in his stocking.

“As soon as I saw this, I knew what you wanted me to do with
it.” He pulled off the paper and put the candy in his mouth, sucking it in,
wetting it. It was large and long and stretched his lips as he drew it in.

Oh. She knew. She knew where it was going and the thought
nearly made her faint.

He chuckled at her horror then placed the rod at the mouth
of her pussy and eased it in.

Delight, utter delight, sluiced through her as the thick
candy nudged into her, filling her.
Finally.
She tightened around its
bulk, tried to hold it in, but Tae wouldn’t allow that. He yanked it back out
and then shoved it in again. And again and again.

Bella looked over her shoulder to watch but couldn’t see
much. She could, however, see the other candy cane in her ass, bobbling with
Tae’s every move. She hid her face, steeped in the sensations he played upon
her.

She panted, moaned, writhed against it, on it. So slick, so
big. As he worked it in and out, it became sticky with her juice, creating a
delicious resistance with each advance, every retreat. Pleasure trickled
through her. When he shoved it in, hard, the blunt end kissed her womb, driving
her passion higher, stoking her fire.

Climax danced just out of reach. Madly, she grasped for it.

But he knew her. He knew her. He recognized the signs and,
as soon as she began to crest, he pulled it out again and rubbed it over her
clit. He ignored the shudders
that
caused and bent his head. Lapped.

She shot up, cried out in pleasure as his hard, hot tongue
dabbed at her aching nub. “Yes. Yes. Please.”

He stopped. He stopped so suddenly it hurt. “Did you say
please?”

“Yes. Yes. Please, Tae. Please!”

He smacked her on her ass. “Master. Call me Master.” There
was desperation, a frantic tone in his hiss.

“Yes Master. Please. Please fuck me.”

Slowly, he drew the candy cane out of her ass. Then the
peppermint stick from her pussy. Carefully, he arranged her on her back on the
carpet. She could only imagine the vision she made, her breasts standing high,
nipples red and throbbing, her hands up, locked into a ring on her collar. Her
ass burned and her pussy was open, wet. Her clit was so engorged it poked out
between her swollen labia.

Tae dropped to her side and held her for a moment. Then he
whispered, “Bella, we have to hurry.”

“What?” She blinked, bemused.

“Our hour,” he said. “It’s almost up.”

Oh, dear lord. Already?

“Fuck me, Master. Please.”

His nostrils flared at her plea. He levered up and ripped
off his pajama pants. He carelessly swept the items on the coffee table onto
the floor and lifted her up, positioned her on her knees and bent her over the
table. His heat surrounded her as he placed his cock at her pussy and slid in.
He filled her completely.

He was cautious at first, testing her wetness, battling
against the slick track the sticky candy had laid. But before long, he
increased his pace. Faster and faster and filling and fat.

Each lunge sent spirals of delirium through her. Each plunge
was that of a madman, a dominant beast born to fuck. Born to cover a woman and
plant his seed.

She fought against her bonds, against him. They wrestled
together, a mad frenzy of fucking, a fury of passion, drawing each other closer
and closer to the edge of sanity.

Relentless, he pounded into her, filling her, trifling with
her. An orgasm teased at the fringe of her consciousness.

But she knew.

She knew she couldn’t come. Not yet, Not yet.

“Please, Master. Please,” she panted. “Please may I come?”

He hissed through his teeth and thrust again. His cock
swelled. He reached around and palmed her breasts, not gently as he usually
did, but with the fury of passion. Each harsh squeeze made her euphoria swell.

“Yes, my sweet,” he whispered into her ear. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Her body constricted. Tiny shivers rose and grew, shaking
her, taking her. She tightened around him, savoring the hard, hot heat of his
rod. A wave of rapture peaked and washed over her, through her, into her. And
she came.

She came so many times, crying and begging and screaming,
ever conscious of the fact that she was helpless to stop him—even if she had
wanted to—and that made it all the more intense.

Afterward, he laid her on the carpet and held her as she
panted and moaned and eventually returned to herself. He unhooked her wrists
from the collar and gently removed the halter, tracing, kissing every red welt
he revealed.

When he was done, when she was free again, he levered up on
an elbow and gazed at her. “Our hour is up, Bella.”

“Tae.” She touched his cheek, reveled in the bristle of a
day’s beard.

“That was amazing.” He kissed her. “The best hour of my
life. God, I hope you enjoyed it.” A hint of uncertainty skirled in his eyes.
“Please say you liked it.”

She pulled him closer. Showed him with her kiss just how
much she’d enjoyed their adventure. “Ah, Tae. I loved it. Thank you.” She
tipped her head so she could see his expression. “But how did you know? How did
you know this was my fantasy?”

He grinned and toyed with a lock of her hair. “Do you
remember when we went to Mexico with Jenna and Marc?” She nodded. “And one
night you and Jenna got really drunk on mojitos and you started whispering
about your sexual fantasies?”

She thought back. “Yeah…”

“Well, you weren’t whispering.”

“What?”

“In fact, you were kind of…bellowing.”

She covered her face. “Oh no.”

He took hold of her wrists and revealed her mortification.
“Oh yeah. Pretty much everyone in Cabo knows about your secret fantasy.”

“Oh no!”

“Yep.”

“I’m so embarrassed.”

His smile was warm. His kiss warmer. “Don’t be, darling. I,
for one, couldn’t be happier.”

Part Two: Chapter Four

Hardware

Bella stared at the coupon in Tae’s hand. They’d had a lot
of fun with that little book he created. And every time, with every redemption,
he’d found a way to layer their play with sexy dominant energy.

As a result, their love life had gone from dull and
predictable to electrifying. Fascinating. Every morning she awoke, wet and
ready for yet another adventure.

She shuddered to discover what he had in mind now.

Trembling, she reached for the slip of paper.

He drew it back. His eyes glittered. “Not so fast,
sweetheart. First you have to agree to comply with the terms of the coupon.”

Bella put her fists on her hips. “You expect me to agree to
comply, not even knowing what it says?”

He nodded.

“That’s hardly fair.”

Tae nibbled on his lower lip. Damn, his lips were gorgeous.
“Was this about fairness? Because that’s not what I thought it was about.”

She frowned. “Really? What did you think it was about?”

He leaned closer, whispered, “Compliance.”

She ignored the shiver that walked through her. “I can’t
agree to comply with the coupon if I don’t know what it requires.”

“Okay.” He crumpled the paper into a ball and shoved it into
his pocket. “I guess that’s that.” He shrugged and picked up his jacket and
keys. He was nearly at the door before she reacted.

“Wait!” She didn’t intend for that one word to come out in a
warbled bellow but it did.

To her relief, he stopped, turned. When she didn’t say
anything more, he arched a brow.

Hell. He was going to make her say it.

“I didn’t mean I don’t want to continue with the…coupons. I
just think I should be able to read them first.”

“Really? And where did you get that idea?”

“Well…” She twined her fingers together. “You always let me
read them before.”

He stepped closer. She could smell his scent, his arousal,
as he circled her. He stepped behind her and whispered in her ear, “Maybe I
like the idea of keeping you guessing. Changing the rules. Tell me you don’t
like that too, Bella. Tell me you’re not creaming in your jeans right now at
the thought of what I might ask.”

She couldn’t. He was right. Even as he spoke, even as the
words slithered past his lips, a wet warmth dampened her panties. “All right.”

“Sorry? I didn’t hear you.”

“All right,” she snapped.

“You agree to comply?”

“Yes.”

“Completely?”

“Yes.”

“Utterly?”

“Yes!”

“Well, okay then.” He pulled the wad of paper from his
pocket. “Here’s your assignment.”

He watched as she untangled the paper, laid it on the table
and smoothed it flat. His intensity frightened her a little, aroused her a lot.
She held up the coupon and read it.

I, Bella, will accompany you, Tae, to the hardware store.

She gaped at him. The hardware store? How was that sexy? How
was that naughty? How was that…interesting?

He grinned and jangled his keys. “You ready, honey?”

Lord. She hated the hardware store. It was the most boring
place on the planet. And Tae knew it. He’d go there and spend hours
contemplating this hinge or that flange, oohing and aahing over power tools,
sifting through bins filled with washers and widgets.

“You want me to go to the hardware store with you?
That’s
your fantasy?”

“Yup.” He nodded. “It kind of is.” His charming, triumphant
grin did nothing to appease her. But she’d promised. Promised to comply.

Blech.
Her fantasy of an afternoon curled in sultry,
submissive delights wafted out the window. With a heavy sigh, she grabbed her
purse and followed him to the garage.

Really? Did he have to scamper so?

Every now and again, he’d glance back at her and grin like a
giddy schoolboy. And all the while, she knew. She knew. She was in for a long,
deadly dull couple of hours, walking up and down row after row of tools and
fixtures, pipe fittings, lumber, chain link, nuts and bolts and screws—and not
the good kind.

She hefted herself up into his truck and put on her
seatbelt. And glared at him. “Are you working on a new project?” He had lots of
projects around the house. None of them were finished.

He shot her a grin and put the truck in gear. “I’ve got
something in mind, yeah.”

But that was all he said—and because she really didn’t want
to know, Bella didn’t ask. She stared out the window, at the scenery flicking
by, wondering how he tricked her into this. And why.

Oh, he knew he had her. Since Christmas he’d teased her, taunted
her, tempted her closer and closer to absolute submission. But for the most
part he’d kept it in the bedroom. Or at least kept it about sex. She liked
that.

Hell, she loved it.

But she wasn’t sure if she liked the idea of him having
absolute control over her and making her do things she found utterly repugnant.
Like going to the hardware store.

Or making dinner.

Or folding his socks.

She shot a glance at him, studying him as he drove. His long
fingers stroked the wheel. As he shifted gears, his sexily veined forearms and
biceps bunched. She loved that he worked out. Loved that his body was hard and
firm. Loved to look at him.

And then there was his neck. Damn. She loved his neck.

He smiled at her and her heart stalled. Because yes, she
loved that smile as well. He was a striking man with high cheekbones and full,
lush lips and warm brown eyes. Simply said, she adored him.

And yes. Hell yes. She would do anything he asked.

Even go to the hardware store with him.

She bit back a snort. She should be annoyed but somehow she
just couldn’t manage it.

He pulled into the parking lot of their local superstore and
cut the engine “Thanks for doing this, babe.” He leaned over to give her a
quick kiss. “Here.” He shoved a piece of paper at her.

“What’s this?”

He grinned. “Your shopping list.”

“
My
shopping list?”

“Yep. Make sure you get everything on it.”

“And where will you be, exactly?”

In response, he waved another paper. “I have my own list.”

Bella put out a lip. “Why can’t we shop together?”

Tae chuckled. “Because, my dear. I don’t want you to know
what I’m doing.” He tapped her on the nose and slid out of the truck. She
followed, not even glancing at her list.

Holy Crap.

Tae sucked in a breath as he trailed his wife into the
hardware store. She was going for it. He could hardly believe his luck. But
then he hardly ever could when he thought of Bella. His
wife
. Yeah.
She’d chosen him. That always sent a thrill to his gut. She was the most
beautiful, talented, sexy woman in the world and she picked
him
.

He’d been utterly stunned when he heard her burbled
confession to Jenna that she secretly craved a hard hand on her ass. Because
he’d fantasized about that too. He hadn’t wanted to propose the idea to her,
worried what she’d think, how she’d react—she was a very strong woman after
all. It was one of the things that attracted him to her.

When she’d gone on to tell Jenna in that not-so-hushed,
heady voice that she played with herself when she imagined a man tying her up
and dominating her, he’d nearly come, right there in his jeans.

It’d been mind-blowing.

Naturally, immediately, he’d begun to plot. The Christmas
coupon book had been inspired. And their hot love session that evening had been
better than he could ever have dreamed. They’d had other adventures since
then…but nothing compared to what he planned now.

His heart had sunk when she refused to agree to a coupon she
hadn’t read, but he’d known, hoped at least, that she’d waver.

He chuckled to himself and headed to the plumbing section,
his shopping list curled tight in his fist. The fact that she was unknowingly
shopping for the items of her own torment sent a hot shard of lust through him.
He’d told her to make sure she got everything.

How he hoped she forgot something.

He had his own items purchased and stowed in the bed of his
truck in no time. He knew the layout of the store. She did not. And the list
he’d given her amounted to something of a scavenger hunt. At least for someone
like Bella.

He found her in the fasteners department. “How you doing,
hon?” He kissed her forehead.

She frowned and pointed to an item on her list. “I’m not
sure what this is. A hex nut?”

He pointed to a bin. “Here.” He picked one up. Fit his pinky
into the hole then dropped it and picked up another. “This one’s perfect.”

She frowned. “What’s it for?”

Tae merely grinned. “Get two.”

He glanced into her basket. Duct tape. Good. Paintbrushes.
Yes. Ball-peen hammer. He shot a glance at her. Oh yes. Needle-nose pliers. He
cleared his throat. Rope. Wrench. Velcro strips… He shifted his feet. The excitement
simmering in his gut was making him restless.

Bella was not excited. She wasn’t excited at all.

She sighed and dumped the nuts into her basket. Annoyance
and extreme boredom tightened the lines of her face.

Seriously? Hadn’t she figured it out? Didn’t she realize?

Tae bent and picked up a washer. Turned it from side to
side, judging its weight. Its thickness. He held it up to her breast, against
her nipple, and deliberately caught her eye.

He shot her a telling glance and dropped the washer into her
basket.

Bella froze. Swallowed. She peered at the items in her
basket. And wobbled a bit.

Yeah. Oh yeah. She got it now.

This was no simple trip to the hardware store. There was no
long, boring afternoon in the offing for her while he worked away on yet
another wearisome household project.

Though she might wish for it before he was done.

He reached into her basket and pulled out the wrench,
inspected it. Tsking, he shook his head. “This isn’t the wrench I asked for.”

She opened her mouth. Closed it again.

He leaned closer and whispered, “I asked for the one with
serrated teeth.” It took a lot to stay in character when he saw her reaction.
Her eyes rounded and her nostrils flared.

The submissiveness shadowing her demeanor made him hungry.
Made him want to pounce on her, take her the way a lion takes a juicy gazelle.
Right then and there. Push her up against the metal pole and lift her leg and
enter her. Bend her over one of the bins. Hell, splay her on the concrete
floor.

With great effort, he reined in his savage urges. “Go get
the right one. And Bella?”

She blinked up at him, her lips damp, her expression hungry.
Hell. He could practically smell the cream oozing from her cunt, she was so
ready. “Yes?”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…
Sir
.” She bit out the word but he knew she loved
the taste of it.

“You know I’ll have to punish you for this.”

She whimpered. Of course she did. “Yes Sir.”

He prowled behind her as she made her way back to the tools
department to find a wrench with serrated teeth. He could barely contain himself.

* * * * *

Tae pushed the button for the garage door opener and they
both sat in silence as they waited for the door to rise. Bella hadn’t spoken a
word since they left the hardware store. She couldn’t. Her mind was reeling.

She’d realized the instant Tae lifted that washer to her
breast, measuring its hole against her nipple, that all the items in her basket
were intended for…naughty purposes. A shudder racked her as she went through
the list item by item, imagining what he had in mind.

Her mouth went from bone dry to pooling with saliva as she
considered the prospects. She shot a sideways glance at him and drew in a
quivering breath. He was so large, so powerful there next to her. He was stern,
serious, distracted, as though lurid scenarios were running through his mind as
well. She glanced at his lap and saw the unmistakable bulge in his jeans.

Oh dear.

If this weren’t Tae, her husband—a man she’d known and
loved, well, forever—she’d be frightened to death. But as it was, she was only
frightened half to death. The other half was trembling, dribbling with
anticipation.

The garage door opened and he pulled in, switched off the
ignition and punched the button on the remote. The door rumbled closed. They
sat in silence in the cab of his big truck. She felt so small. So incredibly
aroused. She wasn’t sure she could bear the tension.

He turned to her, his expression somber. “Are you ready?”

She shivered. “I don’t know.”

His chuckle was a trifle evil. She flinched. When he spoke
his voice was hard, rough. “I didn’t like that you hesitated earlier.”

Uh oh.
“I…hesitated?”

“Yes. You did. Don’t pretend you don’t remember. You do
realize I’ll have to punish you for that.”

Her pussy constricted. Dampness gushed between her legs. She
made herself smaller. “I’ll be good.”

His nostrils flared. As though he could smell the cream
easing down her thighs. “Too late for that, my dear. It’s time to begin.”

“T-to begin?”

“Bella. I’m getting impatient. No more games. You promised
to comply.”

“I did. I went to the stupid hardware store.”

“We both know that wasn’t the whole scenario.”

She swallowed and fiddled with the handle of her bag. Her
bag filled with…hardware. And tools.

Tools with
serrated teeth
.

“Wh-what do you want me to do?” She looked up just in time
to see him lick his lips.

“Take off your sweater.” It was a lovely sweater. Woolen.
Warm. The garage was cold. “Go on.”

Slowly, she drew it over her head. The cold air licked her
like an arctic blast. She folded the sweater carefully and laid it between
them.