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“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just relax into all these
soothing vibrations on your clit.”

He’d always been a tease, but now his teasing took on a dark
edge, a wickedness that thrilled and amused and infuriated her all at once.

His fingers glided along her silky smooth, bare pussy lips
and she felt the exact second he noticed her surprise. His cock leaped,
pressing into the curve of her ass as he whispered a low curse.

“What have you done to yourself, baby?” His voice rasped
like sandpaper, stimulating all her senses.

“A surprise for you,” she answered, forgetting everything
but the press of his cock and the relentless pressure in her ass, the
relentless vibration against her clit.

His hand fell sharply on her ass three more times. Her skin
burned but her pussy throbbed with every blow.

“How do you address me?” His guttural tone was undoing
Elise. She could hear his hunger, his need for her to comply.

“A surprise for you,
Master,
” she moaned. It felt
good rolling off her tongue. Derek. Her lover. Her Master. It was as natural as
waking in the morning, and they’d only just begun.

Damn, but she was a feast for the senses. The vivid colors
of the silk tie covering her eyes made her skin glow like a moonlit pearl. Her
body gleamed in the candlelight. She smelled like vanilla and cinnamon and
spice, and he knew from long experience that she tasted just as sweet.

His fingers slipped easily along the bare, velvety skin of
her pussy. The
bare
, velvety skin. She was always so soft down there, so
delicate. He’d never imagined she could be even softer, silkier.

He moved around her, unable to wait a second more to see his
surprise. Slowly, taunting them both, he grasped the hem of her
postage-stamp-sized skirt and began to draw it up. Her breath came in quick,
soft pants, and he found himself breathing in time to her rhythm. Too hot, too
fast, too
much
. He was glad she was blindfolded. It wouldn’t do for his
delectable little wannabe submissive to see him lose his mind at the sight of
her bare pussy.

He tucked the hem of her skirt into her waistband, leaving
an uninterrupted view. The skin of her lower tummy and thighs was like smooth,
pale satin. Her golden curls were trimmed to a fine, downy line that pointed
like an exclamation mark.
This is the spot. This is where everything warm
and sweet in the world lies.

He realized his hands were trembling. Shit. Fuck. He had to
get himself under control. He knew now, maybe too late, that in order to keep
Elise he had to give her everything. He had to love her enough, trust her enough,
to Master her. He couldn’t do that if he melted into a puddle at her dainty
booted feet.

“What made you do this?” he gritted out when he’d regained
enough control to speak.

“It’s in all the books,” she whispered back. He loved that
she whispered, as if she were sharing a naughty secret. Hell, this whole night
was a naughty secret. “Sometimes the women do it on their own, sometimes their
men ask them to.” She paused and her tongue glided over her plump lower lip.
“Sometimes their men command them to…”

Derek smiled and dropped to his knees at her feet.

“You’re beautiful, Lise.” He blew a light puff of air
against her bare lips and watched her shudder. “You’ve always been beautiful.
But baby, seeing you all bare like this…you are a fucking work of art.”

He couldn’t resist any longer. Her pussy was glazed with
cream, sweet and spicy, and he needed to taste. Without warning, he leaned in
and swiped his tongue in one long, luxurious sweep along the length of her
slit. She jerked in surprise, then moaned and melted into the caress.

He dipped back again and again, each sip just making his
craving for her deeper. Each taste leaving him wanting more of her. Hell, he
wanted to lap up all her cream, all her pleasure, her fucking soul if he could.

Slowly he brought himself under control. She was twisting in
her bonds, her body performing an unconscious dance of arousal. He rimmed his
tongue around her opening and felt the muscles flutter, a sure sign that orgasm
was mere seconds away.

“Ah-ah-ah…” He pulled back just enough to speak, letting his
lips graze her ripe, swollen flesh. She moaned his name, her hips thrusting,
trying to regain contact. “This is
my
surprise. I get to enjoy it.” He
waited for her breathing to calm just a bit before he continued. “You don’t get
to come. Not yet, and not until I give you permission.”

“Derek.” Her voice was a raw whimper, and she cried out when
his palm made sharp contact with her pussy.

“How do you address me?” He kept his voice as sharp as the
smack to her private flesh.

“Master,” she panted. “Master, I don’t think I can control
it. You touch me and I need to come.”

That was sweet music to his ears. Their lovemaking had
always been so gentle, so tender. Knowing that even this little edge was a
welcome addition to their sex life felt like an anvil had been lifted off his
back.

“But my love.” He’d gotten back enough control to speak in a
silky, threatening voice. “My precious baby, that’s part of the fun. You wait
until I give you permission.” He paused to lick delicately at her clit and she
jerked and gave a high, bright cry. “And when you disobey me, I get to punish
you.”

Elise had never been so turned-on in her life. Every inch of
her was stimulated in one way or another. Her skin tingled gently from the oil
Ty had applied. Her pussy, bare of any protective covering, was almost
unbearably sensitive. Even the whisper of Derek’s breath sent shudders through
her body. When he flicked the flushed, honey-glazed lips with a mischievous
tongue, she couldn’t stop her hips from jerking toward him, begging silently
for a firmer touch.

But even more than the physical sensations, her mind was
completely engaged. The knowledge that Derek,
her
Derek, was there,
watching her with that sinful, sexy, almost predatory look, sent shivers up her
spine.

He’d known just what he was doing when he’d blindfolded her.
Every other sense was heightened. Her skin glowed with heat. Her nose twitched
at the scent of vanilla from the candles filling the room. She found herself
straining her ears, trying to catch the slightest hint of movement from him,
trying to guess what his next action would be…

“You’ve already disobeyed me, though, haven’t you, baby?”
His voice flowed over her like caramel, hot and smooth and sweet. He had stood,
and with each word his breath stirred lightly over her neck. Elise caught her
breath at the sensation as delicious chills washed over her body.

“Answer me, baby.” He caught her chin in his fingers, his
grip just short of painful. “You’ve already been very, very bad.”

“I…” She couldn’t focus on what he was asking, couldn’t
think of how she’d disobeyed him. “I haven’t done anything wrong, Master.”

That wasn’t the answer he was looking for, because his grip
on her chin tightened, and he tilted her head back until, she knew, he was
looking directly down into her face.

“Did I tell you to let the past stay in the past?” His voice
was hard, implacable. His courtroom voice.

“Yes.” She felt a stirring of unease, not the first but
certainly the strongest.

He rubbed his thumb roughly over her lower lip, smearing her
lipstick.

“Yes
what
, baby?” His hand slid down from her chin to
wrap around her throat. Not hurting. Not even threatening, exactly. More of a
reminder.

“Master,” she hurried to add. “I’m sorry,” she murmured,
wondering for a second at how strange it was for her, a well-known and
respected prosecuting attorney, to apologize for not calling a man “Master”. “I
forgot.”

“Don’t forget again.” He whispered the words against her
lips and she found herself leaning toward the sound of his voice, the taste of
his breath. “Now.” He flicked his tongue over her lower lip, moved to nip at
the angle of her jaw. “Where were we?”

He was moving now, stepping behind her, sliding his hand
over the arch of her neck before trailing his fingers down her spine to where
the bustier stopped him.

“Ah, yes, I remember.” She felt the pressure of his finger
as he dragged it down her back, lightly bumping over the satin ribbon that
laced up the back of the corset-style garment. “We were discussing how you’ve
disobeyed me.” He reached around, pausing to skim his hands over the line of
her arms, stroking the sensitive skin, even brushing lightly over her armpits.
Chill bumps bloomed all along the path his fingers took.

“I told you to leave Velvet Ice in the past, correct?”

“Yes, Master.” Anxiety and arousal kept her voice low. She
didn’t understand the spell he was weaving, but God help her, she couldn’t get
enough.

“Excellent.” His hands came to rest on her hips, just above
the waistband of her skirt, and he gave an approving little squeeze. “Did you
leave Velvet Ice in the past as you were instructed?”

“No, Master.” Anxiety was beginning to get the upper hand,
and Elise wondered yet again what the hell she’d gotten herself into. The dual
feelings of aching arousal and a healthy dose of the unknown literally made her
want to cry. She had never needed to come as badly as she did at that moment,
at Derek’s hands.

“No,” he agreed, “you didn’t. So you must see that you
disobeyed me, right, baby?”

“Master,” she rushed out, fear and arousal and confusion
getting the better of her. “You said I could ask questions.” He stilled for a
moment, then flexed his fingers against her waist in a gentle caress.

“I did. Ask.”

“Derek, are we okay?” She didn’t know quite how to put her
fears into words, a truly unusual situation for an accomplished trial lawyer.
“I mean…” She hesitated, searching. “How angry
are
you?” She bit back a
curse. That was what she wanted to know, but at the same time, it wasn’t. It
was immediately clear that he’d missed her deeper meaning when he moved around
her and pulled away her makeshift blindfold. The eyes that met hers were icy,
his face nearly expressionless.

“Are you asking me if I’ll hurt you?” He gave his head a
quick, angry shake. “That’s the point, isn’t it, baby? By agreeing to accept me
as your Master, you’re agreeing to be my slave. You’re agreeing to entrust me
with your body and your heart. With your pleasure and, if I deem it necessary
or desirable, with your pain as well.” He’d stepped back, taking the drugging
heat of his body away, and she rather desperately wanted it back. “If you
aren’t ready to give me that trust, you should never have started this.”

He moved toward the wall panel, as if he were going to lower
her arms, and Elise saw their future moving away with him.

“Dammit, Derek, stop.” She spared a moment to notice the
irony of her decidedly not submissive tone. He stopped but didn’t turn back to
face her. “It’s hard for me to blindly trust you,” she said in a softer tone,
“when I feel like you don’t trust me.”

He finally turned to face her, his brown eyes unfathomable
in the dimly lit room.

“I’m willing to give you everything, Derek. I
want
to
give you everything. I just need to know that you’re doing the same for me.”

Finally he moved closer, so close that the satiny cotton of
his shirt brushed against her bare skin.

“I love you, Elise,” he said, looking steadily into her
eyes. “I love you enough to do anything, to give up anything, in order to be
with you.”

“That’s just the thing, Derek. I don’t want you to give
anything up.”

His hand rose to cup her chin again—this time his grip was
gentle. “I guess we’ve both got a learning curve here, baby,” he finally said.
He dipped his head and pressed a sweet, almost chaste kiss to her lips and
Elise felt a rush of relief so overwhelming that she might have fallen if it
hadn’t been for the cuffs securing her hands to the bar.

Pulling back with an edgy smile, Derek let his eyes trail
over her body, lingering at all the interesting parts.

“You’re right,” he conceded. “I haven’t given you a reason
to trust me. I’ve thrown a tantrum, then acted all righteously angry when you
responded to it.” He trailed his index finger along the top edge of her
bustier, leaving a line of fire in its wake. “So here’s how it goes,” he said
firmly. “I
am
angry, at myself as much as at you. But I will never
punish you out of anger. When I punish you, the ultimate goal is your pleasure,
because that is ultimately where my own pleasure comes from.” He toyed with the
lace of her lingerie, letting his eyes slide hotly over her breasts before
dragging them back to meet her gaze. “Can we work with that?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, throat clogged with tears of relief
and the release of tension. “Yeah, we can work with that.” She blinked a couple
of times, trying to clear her suddenly blurry vision. He gave a devilish smile
that made her mouth dry and her pussy very, very wet.

“Yeah we can work with that,
what
?” he asked in that
sinful, caramel voice.

She shivered and had to clear her throat before she could
respond.

“We can work with that…Master.”

Derek moved slowly around to Elise’s back. He stroked the
lace ties of her bustier, then slowly untied them to release her beautiful
breasts. Finally he unzipped the back of the skirt and let it fall to the
floor. She stood gloriously naked except for her stockings and boots. Her ivory
skin glowed in the dim light of the room. He wanted nothing more than to bend
her over and order her to take him into her mouth. That would come soon enough,
though. First she needed to feel his flogger against her soft flesh.

He went to his toys and selected a soft leather flogger,
along with a few other surprises he intended for her. The temperature in the
room seemed to have risen several degrees, or maybe it was just his natural
reaction to Elise’s glorious nudity. At any rate, Derek removed his shirt. He
needed to cool down a bit or there was no way he was going to get through this
evening.

Standing behind her once again, he raised the flogger and
skimmed it along the top of Elise’s buttocks. “I’m going to spank that naughty
ass of yours for disobeying me several times this evening.”

“Is this…is this my punishment?” The uncertainty in her
voice caused shivers up and down his spine. Elise was never unsure about
anything in her life, never caught by surprise.

“No, baby, this isn’t your punishment. This is just a little
taste of the pleasure you’re going to experience this night.” He slid the
flogger slowly over her body, allowing the individual straps to brush gently
down her between her shoulders, tracing the path of her spine.

Derek pulled back and struck her lightly, sending the soft
leather tails of the flogger over her ass and between her thighs, not hard
enough to give her any real pain, but enough to get her attention. He moved to
face her, flicking the flogger lightly over her breasts, the ends of the
leather kissing her tight nipples, wrapping around each hip.

Her eyes slid half closed as she grew accustomed to the
sensation, signaling to Derek that she needed a deeper stroke. He flicked his
hand and the leather tails cracked across her mons. Her eyes opened wide and
she let out the smallest moan. He raised his hand again and snapped his wrist
down harder. The flesh along the front of her thighs started to glow pink.

Derek watched Elise in wonder. Already her lips were red and
damp, her nipples tight and swollen with excitement. For the first time he
wondered if maybe he’d been wrong, if maybe Elise could fill her place not only
as his love, but as his beloved submissive.

He let the flogger sting over her from neck to thighs,
marking every inch of bare white skin with thin pink lines of sensation. He
covered her front with his marks, gritting his teeth in an almost primal
satisfaction at the sight, then moved to repeat the process on her back. She
was twisting slightly under the blows, giving breathy little cries that stroked
over his dick like a feather. So beautiful. So his.

Once he’d layered another round of lashes over her creamy
skin, he stepped back to survey the result. Her eyes were big and damp. She
looked unsettled but not upset. Her body was flushed a deep pink from her neck
to the tops of her fishnet stockings. He circled her slowly, enjoying the sight
of her full ass glowing red from his flogger.

Setting the flogger aside, Derek moved in close behind her.
He had a sudden craving to taste her silky skin, to feel the heat of her
against his tongue. He crouched, blowing lightly against the base of her spine
and laughing a little as she shuddered in reaction. Still smiling, he traced a
heart on the sensitive spot before dragging his tongue up the length of her
spine. She moaned softly when he tickled the soft hollow behind her ear with
the tip of his tongue, and whimpered more sharply when he nipped at her lobe
with impatient teeth.

“You taste so sweet, Lise,” he whispered hotly. Reaching
around her, he cupped the full globes of her breasts, squeezing deeply. He
didn’t let his touch become brutal, but he did let her feel the power in his
grip. Her back arched. She pressed her breasts tighter into his grasp and
ground her ass against his groin.

“Nuh-uh, baby,” he scolded, releasing her breasts and moving
his hips out of her range. “I get to do the touching.”

She stopped the movement but he could feel the tension
vibrating in her, as if it took a lot of effort to remain still. He smiled.
This might be a completely new and unprecedented turn for their sex life, but
Elise’s reactions were right in character. She was a take-charge woman—take no
prisoners, no holds barred. Giving over even this much power must rankle.

He had a burning need to make her give over even more.

Stepping away from her, Derek moved back to the control
panel on the wall. With the press of a button he lowered the bar her hands were
restrained to enough for her to step off the platform. When he was satisfied
she had enough slack, he moved back in front of her, wrapping one hand around
her hip to steady her.

“Step down and stand here.” He indicated a spot about four
feet in front of the platform. She did as he said without comment, her big blue
eyes damp and locked on his face.

“Elise?” Her lips parted and her gaze became questioning.
“Eyes on the floor, baby. You don’t get to look at my face unless I give you
permission.” Those gorgeous eyes shimmered with irritation and that luscious
mouth closed and pressed into a firm line, but she obeyed, again without
comment. “Excellent, baby,” he praised her, letting his amusement show in his
voice. Her eyes narrowed in offense, but she held her tongue. Pity. He’d have
enjoyed punishing her for being mouthy. She’d have enjoyed it, too.

Once he was certain she was steady on her feet, he went back
to the control panel and gave her more slack. “Kneel,” he ordered, keeping his
voice brusque. She did, somehow managing to make the movement graceful even
with her hands bound and spread wide above her head. When she was on her knees
he took up the excess chain until her arms were pulled far above her,
stretching her beautifully until she was almost lifted off her knees. The
tension in her arms would quickly become uncomfortable, he knew. It would help
her to keep her focus as she followed his next set of directions.