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“I can’t.”

“You can. A little longer. Keep breathing. You’ll come when
I tell you, Isabel. Not before.”

His thumbs retraced their path, this time pulling her
pillowy flesh upward and outward until the cool air teased her exposed clit.

The sound of her breathing, harsh yet regulated to a point,
filled the room and she tried to hang on. To think of something other than the
fact he was dipping his head toward her body, wetting his lips with the tip of
his tongue.

It was the lightest of touches. A gentle pressure that at
any other time might have tickled—not drove her straight to the edge. He didn’t
lick her, merely massaged the tiny bead of flesh with caresses that had her
legs trembling and her peripheral vision turning a hazy shade of gray. When he
drew her flesh between his lips and flush against his teeth, she gave up trying
to hang on. As if he somehow knew the exact level of her turmoil, he slanted
his mouth and whispered against her pussy, “Come for me, Isabel.”

His words saved her and she cried out as blessed release
washed over her but he didn’t stop licking and sucking and stroking her until
she squirmed from his grasp. There would be some sort of punishment for that,
she was sure. But she didn’t care. She plopped down on the edge of one cushion and
then leaned slowly backward, waiting for her sanity to return.

“Make your choice, Isabel.” His voice sounded far away and
she wondered if she might have dozed off. She opened her eyes and saw him
holding the vibrator in one hand and tossing the butt plug up and down with the
other. Somewhere, in the recesses of her deluded mind, she thought her orgasm
had marked an end to their play. But in her fantasies, it didn’t end there. He
obviously wasn’t going to deviate from her scripted wants and needs.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, eyeing her choices with more
than a little concern. If she picked the paddle or the crop, would it simply
remind her of the other time? She unerringly knew Chris would be ten times more
proficient than the other Dom. He’d take care of her, he already seemed more
aware of her body than any other man she’d been with. Which was frightening.
She pushed upward and surprised him with an open-mouth kiss.

“Thank you,” she said softly, lowering her gaze when he
continued to stare.

He cleared his throat then offered her a gruff response.
“Try to stay in character for shit’s sake. I doubt you’d be offering kisses to
the man who tied you up and plans on busting your anal cherry.”

“Is that what you’re going to do?” she asked, unable to keep
her voice from rising.

“With the plug. Nothing else. You’re not ready for that.”

“Thank god,” she muttered under her breath, pleased at his
matter-of-fact reply. He’d deviated from the fantasy enough that she was unsure
of what would come next.

“Make no mistake, Isabel. It may take months but you will
experience each and every implement at hand.”

She wondered if he was still role-playing. She hoped he
wasn’t and the thought sobered her. With the aftermath of her release
dwindling, clarity reared its head. “But we’re not going to be in this room for
months.”

“Pick one,” he ordered, ignoring her attempt to deflect him
from the task at hand.

“Are we going to do this again, Chr—” She stopped before she
said his name, not wanting to inadvertently end things. She wanted more from
him. She definitely wanted his masterful skills, but beneath the thrumming of
her body, a part of her recognized her need for the man himself and that was
more than what they had discussed. The stern look on his face made it clear he
wasn’t going to answer her but that was fine. They had time and he was a
reasonable man, she knew. She was secure in the knowledge that he’d listen to
her wants, just like now. Isabel looked at the assortment of accoutrements and
made her choice.

“I want the flogger.”

Chapter Seven

Chris’ face never betrayed his surprise at Isabel’s choice.
He assumed she’d go with the paddle, having experienced that particular
pleasure-pain in the past. Or the crop. He’d actually practiced with that for a
few nights to refine his level of precision. His cock had been harder than it
had in months when he just thought about which areas of her pussy he could
flick, which pattern or speed would make her writhe. The flogger was
unexpected.

He picked it up and tested its weight, not missing the way
her gaze followed his every movement. She was on edge, that much hadn’t
changed, but there had been a shift in her demeanor.

Yeah, moron. Right after she asked if this was going to
happen again. Right after she stopped herself before she said my name.

She had caught on so well, quicker than any other sub he’d
trained or been in a relationship with. The chances she recognized that were
slim and he refused to allow himself a glimmer of hope at her policing her
words for his benefit.

It was his responsibility to keep things on track and, by
Dom standards, he had veered way off course. Her fantasy had been pretty
straightforward and other than the fact her arms were tied behind her back and
he’d used a few verbatim phrases, what he was orchestrating was a fairly
diluted version of what she had wanted. But she didn’t seem to mind. And there
was the fact she’d picked an implement that screamed of her trust in him. Pride
welled inside him and a new determination rose with it.

He gently grabbed hold of her upper arm and helped her to
her feet, making sure she was steady before he picked up the flogger and
transferred it to the hand that was holding the vibrator and the butt plug. He
straightened his shoulders, mentally fortifying himself against how fucking hot
she looked with tendrils of her hair framing her face, her mouth damp from his
kisses or biting her full lower lip when she came. But his cock loved the look.
Loved it so much that the thought of her on her knees in the bedroom caused it
to press painfully against the zipper of his slacks.

He glanced down at her pert breasts, the nipples still erect
and tempting, and he swallowed hard. He’d never been a fan of huge tits. They
served a purpose if breast bondage was your thing, but they didn’t do it for him.
But give him a modest pair of breasts, just like Izzi’s, and he could feast for
hours.
That
lack of restraint wasn’t acceptable. Not here, because
nowhere in her dreams or his planning was there a scene that had the Master on
his knees before the captured damsel. That shit had to end.

“In the bedroom. Now.” His tone sounded perfect to his ears
and she immediately turned and walked in the correct direction. The low
lighting cast crazy shadows over her skin and he drank in the way she kept her
hands flat against her lower back as she walked before him. His balls gave a
tiny roll and he stopped and exhaled through his nose to help focus. “Stop.”

He smiled in the darkness as she obeyed. He turned on both
the bedside lamps, not wanting it too bright but needing to be able to see her
body clearly. He put the tools of pleasure on one nightstand, pleased to see
she hadn’t moved from the doorway. She was gorgeous and, for as long as she
needed or wanted, she’d be his. He picked up the cord to the vibrator, reached behind
the nightstand and plugged it in. He realized he had forgotten the oil, but he
wouldn’t need it now. He would grab it during one of her cool-down periods and
if all went well, there would be several.

“Come here, Isabel.”

She walked toward him slowly, placing each foot deliberately
in front of the other as if she knew it would make her hips rock perfectly from
side to side. Maybe she did know, she was ultra-smart, and he found that
excessively attractive. If her motions were meant to tease him, he’d let the
fact slide this time because what he had planned would have her contrite in no
time. He sat on the edge of the bed and placed his feet shoulder width apart.

“Take off your shoes and leave them by the nightstand then
align your feet with mine. I want your pussy open and waiting. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he demanded, noting how she quickened her pace.
If he’d had the flogger in his hand, he’d have just kissed her ass with the
tiny leather braids and watched her jump.

“Yes Sir.” She stood in front of him, her gaze darting from
his eyes to a spot on the floor. She was unsure and needed direction.

“I prefer, when you’re standing and I’m using this,” he
raised the vibrator and placed it in the valley between her breasts, “that you
watch me. If it’s the flogger, I’ll want your head back. Understood?” He turned
the vibrator on just as she was about to answer and a little squeal sounded.

“Two speeds. This one is low.” He dragged the large round
head of the vibrator over her stomach and around her bellybutton, allowing her
to become accustomed to the sensation before he flipped the button to high.

“Oh my god,” she blurted, eyes wide at the level of
intensity.

“It’s strong. But we won’t go there right away. We’re going
to start just like this.”

He pulled his hand away from her body and knocked the
control back to the slower speed. Without warning he pressed it hard against
her vulva, near the opening of her vagina so her clit would only receive mild
stimulation. He saw the shudder that went through her body, how her toes moved
away from his as she flexed against the sensation. The wand was powerful, his
vibrator of choice for a dozen years now.

“I want you to tell me when you’re getting close, Isabel. I
don’t want you to let yourself come. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she quickly replied.

She was watching what he was doing instead of looking into
his eyes and Chris flicked his wrist and moved the toy a fraction of an inch
away from her skin. Her gaze shot to his and he arched a brow.

“Yes…”

“Sir,” she added, humming when he placed the vibrator
against her flesh once more. She would be totally trainable. Hell, she was more
than halfway there already but Chris knew something special when it rolled into
his bar and all but bit him on the ass.

“Sir?”

Chris gave her his full attention.

“I think you should take it away now.”

He glanced at the way her hips were making little downward
pulses. She wanted the wand placed higher, wanted it to brush her clit. Her
struggle was clear, but she was hanging on.

“I didn’t tell you to voice an opinion, Isabel. I want to
know if you’re close. Are you close?” He wiggled the wand a little until the
cushiony sides of her outer labia were nestling the head. She jumped at the
added sensation, inadvertently bringing her clit closer to the vibrations and
Chris watched. Women had myriad telltale signs that could be read as easily as
any guidebook and the way her eyes darkened was one of his favorites.

“Don’t you dare come,” he warned.

“I’m close,” she cried, parting her lips. “Really close.”

He pulled the vibrator away and shut it off, the sound of
her tiny little pants pushing his cock to the point that it screamed for
attention.

“Good girl.” Chris patted her hip and ran a soothing caress
over one ass cheek before standing up and reaching for the button on his jeans.
His knuckles brushed her lower abdomen as he worked his cock free but she
didn’t move, didn’t back up. Unable to help himself, he ran his index finger
down the center of her pussy, from her clit to her snug opening and back again,
loving the way desire flared in her eyes yet she remained silent. He picked up
the flogger and without his command, she dropped to her knees.

“Look at you,” he said with a genuine smile. “That deserves
a reward. What would you like, Isabel?”

She opened wide and wrapped her lips around his cock,
sucking him deep enough that her chin touched his balls and it was his turn to
tense every muscle in his body. Her mouth was heaven and he let her warmth
envelop his rock-hard shaft. She was awesome—some women were. She worked him in
measured strokes and in no time he figured out the pattern, which was fine, but
not at all what he really needed. Part of being a good Dom was observation, the
other part was communication. A sound relationship needed that.

“You don’t have to go deep all the time.”

She pulled back and stared up at him, her eyes questioning.

“Focus on the head. Go a few inches down. For me, the
deep-throating thing is better as a once-in-a-while thing.” He reached for the
flogger and ran the leather strips over his palm.

She turned her attention back to his cock and he had to
admit she took direction well. He cradled her jaw with his left hand and, using
his right, he reached over her shoulder and ran the ends of the flogger over
the fullness of her ass, careful to avoid her hands. Back and forth as she blew
him. When the first real swat came, she flinched, but she had been ready for
it. The fact that she hadn’t clamped her jaws around his cock was proof of
that. He placed his hits with great precision and, when he caught the sensitive
underside of one ass cheek, her moan vibrated down his penis and straight to
his balls as she sucked his cock head as far back into her throat as possible.

He backed off and moved his attention to the outside of her
left breast. He needed to be done with her ass or be prepared to come down her
throat and, while he knew that’s what she intended, it wasn’t going to happen.
He wrapped his fist around his shaft and squeezed the base of his cock tightly,
easing it from her mouth.

“Lean back. Hands flat on the floor, if you can manage, and
look at the ceiling.”

With two flips of his wrist, he had the flogger twirling,
the air moving her hair as he moved closer. He made the initial contact with
her breast a teasingly light caress, from one to the other, for a half-dozen
strokes and then moved to her stomach. He wasn’t at the correct angle to tease
her pussy unless he changed tempo and he had a perfect rhythm going so he
redirected his attention upward.