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She stripped off her coat, fearful that she was taking too
long. She decided to pose herself just as he’d instructed her to that night at
Eric’s secret apartment. She took the cable ties out of her purse and locked
one around her booted ankles. She put the second around her arched feet,
binding them together. She moved to kneel, her back to the door. It wasn’t hard
to do but her heart was racing as if she’d run a marathon.

She laid the other cable ties beside her ankles on the
carpet. There were far too many of them and the sight of them made her catch
her breath. They looked so large and inflexible. When she was bound with them,
it was impossible to free herself.

But she’d be with Mike, and he’d take care of her.

Joanna took a steadying breath, then bound her scarf over
her eyes, blindfolding herself. It was as she’d been blindfolded on the way to
the Plume, and the reminder made her hot and wet. She straightened, reminding
herself how much she loved this. The corset was tight and unyielding. Her boots
were tall and smooth. Her gloves were long and tight. She was encased,
arranged, prepared.

Complicit.

Excited.

She reached back and put her hands on her ankles, arching
her back slightly. Her nipples were tight, evidence of how aroused she was.
When someone opened the door behind her, she caught her breath, fearful of
discovery.

The door closed.

Joanna swallowed, feeling like her heart was going to
explode.

She felt the heat of someone close behind her, then one of
the cable ties was abruptly locked around one wrist, securing it to her ankle.
The same was done to the other wrist, then a third cable tie fastened around
both wrists together. A gloved fingertip landed on her shoulder. “Struggle,”
Mike whispered in his hard voice.

Joanna nearly fainted in relief. She struggled, and panicked
a little that she was so helpless.

Mike walked around her slowly, and she could feel his gaze
on her. “Knees further apart,” he instructed and Joanna complied. His thumb
slid across her mouth. “Lips parted.” She did as he requested, loving how his
gloved hand moved repeatedly over her mouth. He leaned closer to her and
whispered. “Have you been bad, Joanna?”

“Always, Master,” she replied.

“You’re always bad, or you always need to be disciplined?”

“Both, Master.”

“I have to agree,” he said, his tone so silky that Joanna
wondered what he meant. She could hear fabric but wasn’t sure what he was
doing. “Beg me to give you what you deserve.”

“Please, Master. Please give me all the punishment I
deserve.” Joanna continued on that theme, inviting his punishment and any pain,
begging and cajoling him in a heated whisper, even as Mike walked around her.
The sound of his fly opening silenced her and she licked her lips without
meaning to do so.

“Thirsty, Joanna?” he asked in his dark voice and she knew
what he wanted.

She knew she’d love it, too. “Only for you, Master.”

Mike chuckled then, surprised, then cupped her head in his
hands. Joanna opened her mouth, trusting him, and stretched out her tongue. He
touched the head of his cock to it and she flicked her tongue quickly over him,
loving how he caught his breath.

It was seductive, this power she felt. She could be bound
helpless but if left to suck off her partner, Joanna knew she could shift the
balance of power. She knew there would be a moment when she—however
captive—would be the one in charge of his pleasure, and she loved that.

Maybe it was part of the same reason she loved queening
Mike.

She realized that he was giving her choices and options,
fantasies fulfilled and possibilities to explore, and knew without doubt that
they were meant to be together. She closed her mouth around his hardness and
felt him quiver, then began to work her mouth up and down the length of him.
She felt him get harder. She felt the pulse in his cock, the one that was only
there when he was close to release. She felt the tension in his body and heard
the change in his breathing. She felt the way his pulse raced and knew she was
the one in charge.

She sucked him and teased him, ran her tongue over him,
changed the pace and consistently stopped right before she knew he would come.
His hands were around her head, his hands over her ears, but he simply held her
steady. He never demanded more, he never pushed further, he let her set the
pace and the depth.

Because Mike was hers.

Joanna sucked on him then, intensifying her grip on him
because it was time. He moaned involuntarily and bucked his hips. She tightened
her lips around him, knowing that he was hers forever, and deliberately drove
him over the edge.

Mike came with a gasp and a shudder, then bent over her
shaking. Joanna swallowed all she could of his jizz, then ran her tongue over
her lips because she knew he loved how that looked.

“I love you, Joanna,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and
unsteady, and she smiled, knowing she’d surprised him.

He straightened and heaved a sigh. She knew he was running a
hand through his hair, looking at her, composing himself. He walked away and
then returned, using a cloth to wipe her face with a tenderness that made her
heart clench.

When he walked away again, she wasn’t sure what he was going
to do. She was startled when he dropped to his knees behind her, cupping her
breasts in his hands and drawing her back against his hard strength. “I learned
today that you are very bad, Joanna.”

“Am I, Master?”

“Yes. You didn’t tell Mike that you quit your job.”

Joanna caught her breath, uncertain what he would do about
that—and hoping it would be a considerable exercise in discipline.

Mike pinched her nipples. “I have to tell him, and he has to
discipline you,” he whispered against her throat, his breath making her shiver.
“You’re going to follow instructions or it will be much much worse for you.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I’m going to leave here and call Mike. You’re going to put
on your coat and gather your things, then go down to the curb in front of the
building. He will come. You will get into his car.”

“Yes, Master.” Joanna felt something being tucked into the
front of her corset, a square paper envelope maybe. It was stiff and the point
jabbed into her skin.

“I was going to take you here myself, but I think Mike
should do it. Give him the envelope, but don’t look inside.”

“Yes, Master.”

He cupped her breasts, massaging them. “Be sure you pull up
your coat and put your hungry puss right on the leather seat.”

Joanna gasped. “Yes, Master.”

He stepped away, then returned, bracing his hand on the back
of her waist. “Lean back,” he commanded in the rough voice that made her
shiver. Joanna did so, trusting him to hold her weight. She moaned as she felt
his fingers slide between her thighs, guessing what he was going to do. There
was no bracing herself for the itching icy heat generated by that unguent sold
by the Plume and she vibrated even as her sex swelled and got wetter.

“Ready for Mike, Joanna?”

“I’m ready for anything, Master,” she admitted because it
was true.

He tapped her on the tip of her nose. “You should be so
lucky as to have an army of men possess you this weekend. Mike and I will have
to step up to the challenge ourselves. Count to a hundred. Quietly.”

Joanna began to count, her sex humming like a bee, She was
at five when she felt the cable ties being cut, up to twenty when she heard the
door open and close. She counted the rest of the way, then removed her
blindfold.

It was incredible to think that this nondescript office had
hosted even one sexual fantasy. Joanna smiled as she got to her feet. She took
a mirror from her purse and checked her lipstick, not really surprised to find
her eyes sparkling. She tied the scarf around her neck, put on her raincoat and
gathered the cable ties to put them in her purse.

Then she went down to the curb to wait for Mike.

* * *

Joanna was waiting on the curb, looking beautiful and
irresistible.

Mike had known she would be, but the sight of her thrilled
him all the same. He pulled in at the curb and leaned across the car to the
door lever. He wanted to get out and open her door, but the rush hour traffic
had begun and it wasn’t legal—or safe—to stop on this block.

“Sorry. Traffic is crazy,” he said, checking the mirrors to
see if he was going to get hit.

“It’s faster this way,” Joanna said with her usual
practicality as she climbed in. She slammed the door. “Sometimes we have to
improvise.”

Mike met the warmth in her eyes and smiled.

“And we evidently have somewhere to go.” She offered him the
envelope, a promise in her eyes.

Mike couldn’t stop himself from grinning like an idiot. He
pulled back out into traffic. When Joanna deliberately pulled up the back of
her raincoat and put her bare ass on the seat, he caught his breath.

“You’ve been messing with me,” she charged quietly, her tone
teasing.

“And you haven’t been messing with me?” Mike demanded as he
merged into the other lane. “Not even telling me that you’d quit?”

Joanna laughed. “I was waiting for the chance to tell you
that you were right.”

“Now is good.”

“You were right.” She dropped her voice to a sultry whisper.
“But more importantly, I wanted to be bad. I wanted you to punish me.”

“Well, your wish is going to come true this weekend, that’s
for sure.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait.”

He flicked her a look, and was surprised by her reckless
grin. “You’re going to be even more demanding?” he teased. “I might not be able
to stand it.

Joanna ran her fingertips down his thigh, then clenched it.
“You’ve had relief in the past hour.” She squirmed on the seat and he could
imagine that leather rubbing against her wet puss. “I haven’t.”

“Well, you’re the bad one. You’ll have to wait.”

“Where are we going?”

“I always threatened to rent a remote cabin and keep you
captive there for a weekend.” He paused for a moment for effect. “Maybe more.”

Joanna smiled, untroubled. In fact, her eyes were dancing.
“And now you’re making good on it?”

“Exactly. Look in the glove box.”

“Why?”

“The blindfold Eric bought that looks like sunglasses is in
there. Put it on. You don’t get to know where we’re going.”

“Like a kidnapping,” Joanna said delight.

“Exactly like a kidnapping. Once we get out of town and find
a rest stop, I’ll truss you up in the backseat to make sure you arrive there
bound helpless.”

“Blindfolded and gagged?”

“Depends how bad you are.”

Joanna chuckled. “I think I might be very, very bad,
Master.” She swallowed and then cleared her throat. “Why don’t you command me
to get in the back and to start tying myself up when it’s time?”

Mike remembered when she’d bound herself up at his command
for Eric and once again had a huge erection. It had been so hot to see her
capitulate to his command like that. He hadn’t wanted to share then, and he
didn’t have to share now. “Good idea. Although you’ll have to be spanked for
even having such a naughty thought.”

Joanna smiled at him.

Mike reached out and stopped her just before she put on the
sunglasses. “You are coming with me?”

She nodded. “You’re stuck with me, Mike.” She widened her
eyes. “No other man could possibly satisfy me and my very wicked desires, after
all.”

“Then maybe we should get married,” he said, the words
coming in a rush.

“We definitely should,” Joanna said with a conviction that
banished all his doubts. She then reached over to kiss him on the cheek.

“Don’t distract me just yet,” Mike said as the car swerved
and someone honked behind him.

“We have to get there for the punishment to begin,” Joanna
agreed, turning to peek in the back seat. There was nothing there, as Mike had
stashed everything in the trunk. He had plenty of surprises for her, including
the fact that he’d actually rented the cabin for a week. “So, what did you
bring to tie me up? Rope? Tape?”

“Both,” Mike confirmed. “And more. Plus I knew you’d have
cable ties.”

Joanna put on her sunglasses and leaned back against the
seat, stretching out her legs. “It’s going to be wonderful. Take me, Mike. I’m
all yours.”

Mike intended to do exactly that.

* * *

Michelle arrived home, feeling as if she was walking on air.
There was something seductive and wonderful about Rex, something she’d never
expected to experience. It was a wonderful gift to have known him and to have
lost her fear of one man in particular.

She wasn’t happy that she’d had to deceive Leya, and she
disliked Leya’s hard attitude toward Rex. She was pleased about the baby, but
also afraid that the circumstances of its conception would cast a long shadow.

Maybe time would help them all come to a better balance.

Maybe the baby’s arrival would ease the tensions.

Michelle felt so good that she had to hope everything would
come right. She stepped into the house and called that she was home, uncertain
whether Leya would be back or not. There was no answer, but she turned to find
Leya watching her from the other side of the room.

Her expression was grim, her arms folded across her chest.
“Where have you been?” she demanded, although the look in her eyes told
Michelle that Leya had already guessed the truth.

* * *

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Novellas
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Surrender
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