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Authors: Shayla Black

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Chapter Ten


A
LL right.” Releasing a harsh breath, Kata sent him a jerky nod. “If you don’t overwhelm me too much, I’ll try to submit to you.”

He smiled. “Not to sound too much like Yoda, but ‘do or do not; there is no try.’”

Yeah, Hunter was an all or nothing guy. And so far, she’d done everything halfway. If she wanted this, wanted to find out if he was really going to fill that empty, aching need in her that had never been quite satisfied, she was going to have to cooperate. Hunter couldn’t give her that elusive, ultimate satisfaction if she didn’t let him.

“Okay.” She swallowed. “I’ll do it.”

Satisfaction settled into his stark features. “Thank you.”

That look suffused her with pleasure. Normally, she wouldn’t give a shit what any guy thought. Gordon had rearranged her wiring so that she didn’t go out of her way to please any male. For some reason, Hunter was different. Yes, he was often pushy and unyielding, which sometimes translated to teeth-gritting annoyance. But he didn’t appear to command her simply for the sake of pumping up whatever chest-thumping, knuckle-dragging caveman lived inside him. He had a purpose. And if she wanted more of his smiles, affection, and sugary-perfect touch—and that orgasm he’d been withholding—she was going to have to rein in her temper.

He brushed her cheek with a tender caress, settled his mouth over hers. Her thoughts scattered. His kiss drifted over her lips, softer than a whisper but with more impact than a sledgehammer. She drew in a shaky breath. An ache bled through her chest, until her nipples peaked again. This feeling went beyond a mere craving for his touch to an insane desire to be meaningful to him. It speared her heart, the terrifying yearning for all of him to merge with all of her.

Because she wanted it so badly, Kata realized that Hunter was holding himself back.

She raised her head, as much as the manacles allowed, and fused their mouths together in another silent plea. She opened to him, arched to him, told him in a thousand subtle ways that he was welcome.

Instead of taking what she offered, he eased back and stared at her as if she were a puzzle to solve. Lying naked under the muted, grayish light, prisoner to his perceptive gaze, made her so aware of her own skin, of the ceiling fan’s cool breeze brushing her exposed nipples, the swollen, wet flesh between her legs. Manacled, open, she could hide nothing. Instead of squirming with the usual discomfort, more blood swelled her nipples and her clit pulsed under her skin.

His gaze was intimate. Ravenous. A thick ridge of cock stood behind the fly of his low-slung jeans. The fact that seeing her all spread out revved him up gave Kata a ridiculous thrill. She arched, thrusting her breasts out, silently offering what she so badly needed him to take.

As if he read her mind, Hunter ran a finger over the hard point of her nipple, down her belly, into her wet pussy. Light, toying, teasing, every touch was designed to take her up higher. A new ripple of pleasure crashed over her.

“What do you want, honey? Tell me.”

His body on hers, every inch of that erection tenting his jeans deep inside her while they strained together for a mutually amazing climax.

She lifted her hips to him in silent invitation, hoping he’d get the hint.

His gaze dipped lower, right between her legs, but he didn’t move toward her.

“Kata,” his tone warned. “Any good Dom/sub relationship starts with clear communication.” His phone dinged with a reminder alarm in the charged room. He leveled a heavy stare her way. “Top of the hour, honey. Time for another punishment. Tell me what you want or brace yourself.”

That calm, unblinking stare of his unnerved her. How did you tell a man so full of control and command that you wanted him to do his worst, even if it scared you senseless? He
knew
all this. Why did she have to make herself more vulnerable?

“I—I . . .”
Am so afraid.

“All right, then. Pity.” As he opened the drawers of the nightstand, his jaw clenched. No mistaking his disappointment, edged in anger.

That didn’t bode well for a quick orgasm. And some part of her really hated to disappoint him.

“Wait!” she gasped. “If you want me to admit that I’m hot for you, I am. Totally.”

He shook his head, no longer even looking at her. Instead, he prowled through the drawers of the nightstand. “I can see that by looking at your hard nipples and your wet pussy. I didn’t ask what you felt. I asked what you
wanted
.”

Crap. He’d given her another chance, and she’d blown it with her reticence and her big mouth. Why was it so hard to admit her feelings and desires to him? Why did it feel too revealing? Gordon . . . and her mother. Their twisted relationship terrified her. But would Hunter really throw her feelings back in her face, use them against her? Or was she just too afraid to find out because baring her feelings gave him so much power?

Wincing at the ugly truth, Kata watched his quick, precise movements. The displeasure on his face was like a stab to the heart. And she had an inkling that whatever he was doing in that drawer would light up the ache in her unsatisfied body, quickly eclipsing any mental discomfort she would suffer by being honest.

“Hunter, you’re right. I’m sorry.
Please
.” Kata willed him to look at her. He didn’t. “This is hard for me.”

He sighed, looked her way. “I know. What’s happening is unfamiliar and uncomfortable. I’ve taken that into account. My problem is, you’re still trying to submit on your terms. I won’t let that happen, honey.”

He trailed his fingers through her drenched folds. She gasped at the immediate resurgence of pleasure. He could make her want him so easily, so completely. That unnerved her to the core.

“Your body wants this.” He drilled a serious blue stare into her, as if willing her to understand. “Now your mind must accept it. I see a submissive’s need to be taken and to please on your face, but your fear is in our way.”

Kata wanted so badly to tell him that he was wrong. But she’d be lying. As his thumb grazed her clit again, need jolted her entire body. She arched to him, trying to increase the pressure on her little bundle of nerves.

He withdrew his hand from her needy flesh, then began taking items from the nightstand and placing them above her head, just out of her line of sight. “Let’s see if we can get you past that.”

She broke out in a cold sweat. Handing the key to unlock her body—and her heart—to someone as alpha and ruthless as Hunter scared her. But if she didn’t truly submit, what did she have to look forward to when Hunter was gone except more meaningless flings?

“I want you,” she blurted. “I want you to do anything. Everything . . . even though it terrifies me.”

A smile eased the harshness from his face. “Good girl.”

He understood. Thank God. She released the breath she’d been holding. “So what are you going to do?”

Instantly, his stare turned thunderous—and made her shiver. “That’s for me to decide. And for you to take without comment or complaint. Because you
trust
me.”

Kata bit her lip. Her first urge was to tell him to go to hell. She swallowed it. As much as being bound and helpless disturbed her independent nature, she couldn’t deny that her body loved it . . . and craved him.

What would it be like to give herself completely—no worries, no responsibilities or fears—over to him for a night? If the only thing in the world that mattered was the connection between them? That seductive thought whispered her name, a terrifying pleasure drug waiting to become addictive.

Hunter stood at the side of the bed and did nothing more than watch and wait as thoughts pinged through her head.

“I’m sorry,” she finally whispered into the silence. “Please, don’t stop.”

He sent her a curt nod, then grabbed one of the items he’d placed on the mattress above her head. The crinkle of plastic filled her ears. He drew in a deep breath of anticipation, his chest lifting, looking lethally strong. Kata was dying to know what he planned to do but didn’t ask. It would only prolong an argument her body knew she was going to lose.

He bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Immediately, heat assailed her, and the little bud tightened almost painfully. Moisture gushed from her, slicking her folds even more. Straightening, he lowered his gaze squarely to her pussy and rubbed a pair of fingers right over the slick hood of her clit. Sensation struck her like lightning. She bucked, arched. Moaned.

“Hunter . . .”

“Who am I in bed?”

No way she could hold back her reply. “Sir. Please.”

“Good. Ever been clamped, honey?” He set his mouth on her other nipple, still looking her way.

And she watched his mouth move over her, working her, his cheeks concave, his teeth gently nipping until she moaned.

Then he nipped harder. “I asked you a question.”

Since she wasn’t exactly sure what he meant, she figured she had the answer. “No.” At his raised brow, she added a hasty, “Sir.”

A ghost of a grin broke across that gorgeous male mouth. “I’m looking forward to this. Remember, if this is too painful, just say ‘Ben.’ Otherwise, no complaining. No coming.”

No coming, still?
Kata whimpered.

Hunter ignored her and lifted his hand to her breasts, hovering above her nipple. He pinched something between his fingers then lowered it.

Oh shit.
Nipple clamps.

Tight and vicious, they sank their teeth into her tender flesh, and she cried out. Dizzying pain—at first. It blurred quickly into searing, fiery pleasure.

Her nipples soon felt swollen to twice their normal size. Her skin tingled, electric and alive, unlike anything she’d ever felt. More moisture seeped from her pussy. She fisted her hands. “Hunter!” She gulped. “Sir.”

“Better,” he praised as his fingers surrounded the clamps and gave them a light twist. “You like it?”

Yes, yes, yes.
Kata couldn’t withhold the truth. “I do.”

“Excellent. Do you want me to fuck you?” He gave the clamps another pinch and twist.

She hadn’t imagined that her nipples could throb as badly as her clit, but now they felt connected by an invisible wire, each jumping anytime the others were touched. His every move brought her to the edge of pleasure and pain, and knowing that she couldn’t do a damn thing about it was one of the biggest turn-ons of her life. That had to make her twenty kinds of sick in the head. She’d never thought that she’d get off on being bent to any guy’s will. But somehow, Hunter made that work for her.

“What do you think?” she cried out. “Of course I want you to fuck me!”

All softness left his face. The arctic was downright balmy compared to this stare. “I would have preferred a polite ‘Yes, Sir.’”

No doubt. And as lousy a job as she was doing curbing her tongue, it could be another decade before he allowed her to get off.

“Yes, Sir.” She swallowed down her impatience . . . at least as much as she could.

Hunter laughed. “Even when you say the right words, the tone is still so much closer to ‘fuck off.’ Curbing your sass is going to be a long-term project.”

And likely one doomed to failure. “Damn it, I’m trying.”

“Silence.” A moment later, he raised his hand and slapped his fingers down on the pad of her pussy.

Oh. My. God.
Her head told her that she should feel degraded. Infuriated, at least. But no. Fire spread through her. Tingles danced behind her clit. She gasped. Desire grew to a seething, throbbing ache, magnified until every beat of her heart was echoed between her legs.

“W-what are you doing to me?” she wailed.

He swiped a finger through her sopping flesh, then lifted a glistening finger. “Are you going to try to tell me that you didn’t like it?”

Now he was taunting her. She bit her lip, holding her response inside.

Hunter sat at the edge of the bed. “We’re not going to make any progress until you start being honest with me—and yourself. Right now, I have all the patience in the world. How about you?”

Kata had reached the end of her rope—and he knew it. Hunter wasn’t like Ben or any other guy she’d dated. She couldn’t manipulate him with a pout or a sexy look. Damn it, he’d dug into her psyche and learned all her fears, her darkest secrets and wants. He was arousing her more than any man ever had. Still, she had no doubt he’d hold out on her until she lost the attitude and submitted with honesty.

Her need only grew worse when he dropped his jeans.

Oh dear God.
Tall, broad, those shoulders nearly as wide as the doorframe behind him. And his cock stood thick, tall, ready. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, wanted him so badly she didn’t know how she’d stand even another ten seconds without him working his way inside her. When he took her, he did it with a single-minded determination that made her feel so desirable and special—something she’d never had before. Something she needed now.

“Please, Sir. I can’t take much more.”

“Hmm,” he mused aloud. “We’re getting closer. But there’s still a lot of starch in your spine.”

Already, he’d trashed through so much of the electrified barbed wire and GET THE FUCK OUT signs around her defenses. But Hunter had made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t resting until she gave every part of her submission, her soul. She must put her tongue on lockdown in order to relieve this seething, burning desire eating her alive.

She swallowed her anger. “No . . . Sir. No starch.”

“I’ve been reading submissives for a dozen years. I know your signals. In your head, you’re trying to figure out how you can placate me to get what you want, not how to please me so I give you what you need.”

Kata felt more exposed than she’d ever been . . . but he was right. One look at his implacable face told her that he wasn’t going to let this go.

His challenging stare scraped her raw. She closed her eyes. “I’m doing my best to open up. Sir.”

Hunter sat at the edge of the bed and rubbed the back of his knuckles over her breasts. “I realize that I’ve breached your comfort zone, and that, given your family dynamic, this isn’t easy for you. You haven’t come close to giving me everything, but you’ve given a lot. Wars aren’t fought in a day.” He smiled. “At least you’re being honest and polite now. I’ll reward that.”

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