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He held her head steady and somehow avoided her flailing
legs. Her mind raced between finding a way to bite into his fleshy palm and all
the self-defense techniques she’d learned over the years. His thumb caressed
her cheek in a gesture so loving, it startled her to the point of immobility.

“Shhhh. I’m not going to hurt you as long as you do exactly
what I tell you.” His voice was deep and raspy and not at all distinct over the
pounding of her heart. “No screaming.”

He lessened the pressure on her mouth, shifted his hand but
didn’t remove it, as he spun her around, pointing them both on a course toward
the bedroom. She tried to wrench her head to one side and the spicy scent
assailed her nostrils. In a rush, the familiarity of his smell, of their
position, of the strength in that single arm across her stomach, had her legs
all but giving out under her. He caught her and she felt the shock that went
through him. Faking unconsciousness probably would have been the way to go if
she hadn’t suddenly realized who had captured her. While it should have been a
relief, her heart pounded anyway.

“As long as you behave yourself and do exactly as I say,
you’ll be fine. Do you understand?”

Question after question assailed her but Isabel tried to
push them away. There would be time to figure it all out later. Unless she
wanted to figure it out now, in which case she could clearly speak the words
that would make him stop They’d discussed just that when they’d gone private.
Her primetime fantasy-to-end-all-fantasies didn’t end until she told the person
holding her captive she knew who he was. Naming him was her safe word. That and
nothing else. And while part of her was pissed at him for ignoring her, another
part applauded his creativity. The fact he had taken the one thing she had told
him was the biggest turn-on and had run with it.

He jerked her head to one side and her attention immediately
focused.

“Do you understand?” he repeated, his warm breath teasing
the side of her neck. She couldn’t help the way her hips pressed backward as a
little shiver of desire wound its way through her body and she heard the tinge
of satisfaction in his voice. “Is there anyone else home?”

He was using the exact words she’d told him her fantasy
intruder would say and Isabel swallowed against the dryness in her throat. She
knew she could test his patience, at least a little. But did she want to? Did
she really, really want to when he was here and ready to please her?

One word is all it would take. One way or the other.

She could say his name…or she could give her answer.

Isabel pressed her head back against his bare shoulder,
turning her face away from his mouth in the process. He was shirtless. “No. No
one else is here.”

“That’s very good.” He dipped his head to the tender spot
where her neck met her shoulder, his lips sending coiling sensations through
her as his next question forced his mouth to tease her skin. “Will you promise
not to scream or do I need to gag you?”

“No. I’ll be quiet.”

“Will you?” He nipped at her skin and a little
oh
echoed through the room. “That’s not very encouraging.”

“I prom—” Her words were cut short as he walked two steps
forward and bent her over the back of the couch. His thighs pushed against her
ass while his upper body held her down. He pulled her arms behind her back and
she lay shocked into motionless as he expertly bound her wrists with a length
of rope that was long enough that the ends periodically slapped the sides of
her knees as he tied his knots. In her dreams, she struggled against her captor
but the real-life sensations of smooth, silky rope caressing her skin, followed
by firm tugs as he secured the ends, was completely distracting.

He stepped away from her and his gaze lingered on her skin.
“Put your legs together. Nice and tight. And don’t move.”

She did as he commanded and waited, unable to stop thinking
of the discrepancies between the true scenario and what she had described. How
was he going to get her dress off? In the dream realm, the man had ripped her
nightshirt off before he bound her.

“I want to see that ass. Raise your dress.”

How did he expect her to do that? “I don’t think I—”

His hands wrapped around her shoulders and jerked her
upright and a tiny gasp escaped her lips.

“Use your fingers. Go from side to side. Bend when you have
to but get that ass exposed now. If I have to wait too long, I’m not going to
be happy just spanking it. You’ll find yourself bent over the couch again.”

Wetness slicked her folds at the thought and she moved her
bound arms as best she could, working the knit fabric up one side and then the
other until she had her dress around her waist. Bending forward she rested her
wrists at the base of her spine.

He didn’t utter a word and the longer she stood motionless,
the wetter she became. She knew her panties had to be soaked but she wouldn’t
move. If she did, bad things were bound to happen.

His footsteps were all but silent and she realized he’d
taken off his shoes. He paced behind her and her muscles tightened. He was
going to touch her, that much she knew, but she wasn’t sure what form his
caress might take. Firm, full swings or tiny little taps. She remembered the
exact rhythm of his fingers stroking her pussy lips and she barely contained a
moan.

“Eventually, I’m going to tie your legs but I can’t decide
if it would be more of a torment to have them tight together or spread-eagle.
Either way, the panties have to go.”

She waited for him to pull them down or perhaps rip the
lacey garment from her body but he walked around to her side, pulled a small
black duffle bag out from under the coffee table and tossed it on the couch.
His pecs jumped from the mild exertion and she bit her lip as she studied the expanse
of his bronzed, bare skin. He had to work out like a fiend. Abs like his didn’t
simply materialize. They screamed of hours of dedication and discipline and
that thought prompted a full-body shiver. He wasn’t wearing a mask like the man
in her fantasy and Isabel was glad. His recognizable face and sexy features
made the whole scenario more intense, for some reason.

With a sweep of his arm, the newspaper fluttered to the
floor and an area of clear glass was at his disposal. He bent, the fabric of
his black dress slacks drawing snug across his lean hips, and one by one, he
pulled items from the bag and placed them on the table. Scissors, a crop, two
different types of nipple clamps, a long bamboo cane, a narrow leather paddle
with three hearts on the end, a purple-and-black flogger, a solid ball gag.

He looked up to gauge her reaction and Isabel remained
stoic. If he were a real intruder, someone intent on torturing her, she
wouldn’t have allowed him the satisfaction of seeing her fear. But Chris
already knew that from their talks. Maybe she’d told him a bit too much because
the next item he pulled from his bag startled her. It hadn’t been discussed.
Not once.

He set the plug on the glass, flat side down so she could
clearly see its shape and size. It wasn’t huge but in her opinion it couldn’t
be categorized as small either. A bottle of lube joined it and she couldn’t
help but shift her feet.

“When I’m done, I’ll allow you to pick one item and I’ll
pick two. Your little lack of restraint has just helped me decide on one of
those.”

She stopped before she told him “no” but she couldn’t mask
her shock when he produced a huge wand-type vibrator next.

“Those are the choices for tonight.”

“Tonight?” How did that work as far as fantasies went? She
hadn’t discussed a two-day event. She wasn’t sure she could handle that.

“You really didn’t think I was going to let you go, did
you?”

She stood stock-still, her mind reeling at what his words
could actually mean if what they were doing was real and not pretend. The
thought blindsided her as he kneeled on the couch in front of her and pulled
her head closer.

“You need to realize you’re mine,” he said, covering her
mouth with his, slanting his lips to one side to gain deeper entrance. He
stroked her tongue with his as he cradled the back of her head and plundered
her mouth, increasing the pressure enough that he pulled her back into
full-fantasy mode.

“You taste delicious. Is the rest of you as sweet?” he
asked, leaning back just far enough to grab the sides of her strapless dress
and pull the bodice over her breasts and down to her waist. Her nipples
hardened into tight little points and his gaze feasted on them a moment before
his mouth descended. He nibbled and nipped hard enough that she reacted
automatically and tried to stand up but he surged forward and sucked the tip a
little harder while his fingers found her other nipple and rolled it slowly
between his thumb and middle finger. A jolt of heated desire shot directly to
her pussy and Isabel leaned toward him, silently begging for more.

“I think we’ll take these out of the mix,” he said in a low
voice, turning just enough to grab the nipple clamps and toss them back into
the bag. “I like how responsive your tight little buds seem to be. I don’t
think they need any additional stimulation this evening. Would you like me to
taste the other one?” He reached out and a second little tweak brought her
pussy right back to attention.

“Yes, please.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Mmmm. Very good, Isabel. Very, very good.”

He nuzzled her other breast, varying the suction and licking
until she was rocking against the back of the couch in an attempt to stop the
pulsation between her thighs.

“Don’t move,” he commanded forcefully as he pulled his lips
away.

Isabel stopped mid-thrust at his tone.

“You do not move unless I grant permission. Is that
understood?”

She watched him as he inhaled then teasingly blew a stream
of cool breath over one saliva-dampened nipple until it puckered to the point
of near discomfort. She clenched her teeth, unsure whether a nod would be
acceptable or if he was waiting for a verbal response. His gaze bore into her
as he reached out and stroked the pebbled hardness with the flat of his
fingernail. Over and over in one direction until she couldn’t remain silent.

“Yes.” She managed to keep her torso still and thought she
saw his lips twitch, as if he knew the battle his touch had created. But his
next words had her believing she had imagined even that small chink in his
dominant armor.

“Come around here,” he ordered, turning around and sitting
on the sofa. “Now.”

Isabel quickly obeyed, an innate sense prompting her to hold
the back of her dress up as she went. She stopped in front of him and he picked
up the scissors and quickly cut through the side seams of her thong. It didn’t
fall off, just hung there and she wondered if she should spread her legs and
let it drift to the floor. He reached out and twirled the front piece of fabric
around his finger until it hovered over her clit. She could feel the heat
radiating from his hand and held her breath.

Anticipation was nearly driving her wild with need. She
wanted to move but dared not. She wanted to have him tell her exactly what to
do and she wanted to carry out his demands to the point of excellence.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes Sir.”

The words were out of her mouth without thought and Isabel’s
eyes, half-closed with clouded lust, opened wide.

“That deserves a special reward.” He pulled his hand back
and the thong slid between her legs. He tossed it to the ground and had the
cheeks of her ass cradled in his palms before she could blink. Then his hot
mouth was on her center, giving her clit one quick tug before tracing each side
of her swollen labia with the tip of his tongue.

She arched her back and presented her pussy to him. Her
fingers touched his and he let go of her ass and grabbed the rope that held her
hands together. He pulled gently backward and the combination of her upper body
straining and the fact she couldn’t move her arms excited her to the point that
she parted her lips and tried to calm her breathing and subdue the little
mewling noises she wanted desperately to curtail.

“Mmmmm.” He hummed against her clit and she spread her legs
a miniscule amount, trying to cool her heated flesh. His slow crisscrossing
licks had her lower body tightening, bringing her close to, but just out of
reach of orgasm. The broad flatness of his tongue dipped over the hills and
into the valleys of her pussy and Isabel tried to rotate her hips but he
grabbed them once more and held her still, refusing to allow her to find
release.

“That was disobedient.”

His tone was ominous and she had a few seconds of actual
worry before the slow quivering flared low in her belly and spread outward
until her legs were shaking. She dug her nails into the cheeks of her ass and
tossed her head back.

“Don’t you come,” he warned.

She snapped her head forward and looked down into his bright
eyes. The challenge was obvious but as she stared, a disquieting, unfamiliar
wave washed over her. The underlying sense of emotional support he projected
startled her enough that her impending orgasm was momentarily forgotten. She
watched, his every action playing out in slow motion, as his arms moved and his
hands slid over her hips and around to her front, his thumbs tracing her bikini
line. A frisson of heat zapped her core and as if it never ebbed, her orgasm
was upon her once again.

“Breathe,” he ordered. “Slowly. Focus.”

She tried. Believing, on the inhalation, that she couldn’t
possibly hold off. There wasn’t a part of her that didn’t feel full. Her
breasts, her lower belly, her undoubtedly engorged pussy.

“Now exhale.”

Just as the air began to exit her mouth, he brushed her
labia—down slowly until the hood of her clit moved over the aching nub and she
whimpered.