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“It was incredible. I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced anything like that. I mean I’ve read lots of books about BDSM, but damn, there’s a huge difference between imagining and doing. I didn’t realize how intense it was going to be. I guess you’re used to this sort of thing, but I have to admit…I didn’t have a clue sex could be so, so…” She sighed. “I don’t think anyone’s invented a word to describe what I just felt.”

Caliph placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. “Maybe we should think of one. Or we could just forget the vocabulary and do it all over again.”

She laughed, twisting until she faced him. Despite his height and sheer muscle mass, their bodies fit. Perfectly. “Again? Really?” She ran her hand along his flaccid cock, surprised when it stirred and began to thicken. Caliph’s stamina was off the charts. Her nipples budded in response.

Caliph noticed. He bent his head, sucking one of the tight buds into his mouth roughly. She groaned, silently hoping he’d repeat the action on the other nipple.

“Again,” Caliph said. “Again and again.”

Jennifer grinned, then she gasped.

Then she learned the true meaning of again.

All night long.

Caliph felt the heat of the sun on his bare skin, but didn’t bother to open his eyes to acknowledge it was morning. He tightened his hold on Jennifer instead, enjoying the feeling of her hair tickling his chin, her hot breath caressing his chest. It wasn’t uncommon for him to have sleepovers with lovers. Morning sex was one of his favorite things.

His lips tipped upward, the grin emerging as he recalled the previous night. Jennifer had been more than a pleasant surprise. She’d actually blown his misconceptions about her conservative nature out of the water. It seemed amazing to him that he’d considered—even for one second—that she was too innocent to accept his desires.

One night in and he began to wonder if he’d be able to keep up with her. He had thrown her into the deep end right out of the gate and while she’d struggled a bit to adapt, in the end, she’d taken to his demands, his darker desires, as if she’d been part of the lifestyle forever.

He’d invited her to stay for the weekend and he hoped she’d take him up on that offer.

Unfortunately, the morning-after glow he was experiencing clearly wasn’t present for Jennifer.

“I think maybe I should head home,” she said softly.

Caliph shook his head. “Nope.”

He didn’t bother to open his eyes. Even so, he could feel her smile against his chest. “Caliph—”

She intended to argue, but he wasn’t in the mood to listen. He tilted her face up to his with his fingers. “I want the whole weekend, Jen. I’m not ready to let this go yet. There’s still so much for us to explore. Besides, your car is parked at Midnight Ink, so you don’t have any way to leave.”

He placed a soft kiss on her forehead when she scowled at him.

“So basically I’m your prisoner?” Her tone told him exactly how much she didn’t mind that.

“Yep. You’re all mine for the rest of the day and tonight. Maybe tomorrow too. I’ll have to see how my cock is holding up by then.”

She laughed. “So does this kidnapping come complete with bondage? Because I fully intend to be a very naughty captive.”

Jesus. He’d thought he’d woken up with a hard-on, but her sexy taunt proved him wrong. His cock thickened even more. He rolled forward, climbing over Jennifer until she was caged beneath him. Grasping her wrists, he pulled her hands above her head, keeping a firm grip on them, letting her feel what it would mean to be helpless, at his mercy. “You sure you want me to tie you up?”

He’d paused several times last night, giving her a chance to adjust to his demands and to use her safe word if necessary. She’d never uttered it. Never given any indication she wanted to. Those kid gloves came off today.

Jennifer’s breathing accelerated, her generous breasts rising and falling, almost distracting him from his question.

He pressed her hands against the pillow harder. “Answer me.”

She nodded instantly. He’d noticed her responses came quicker the more demanding he became.

“Say it out loud.”

“Yes.” Her reply was a whisper, betraying exactly how much she wanted what he was offering. He didn’t hesitate. Instead, he reached above her, searching for the straps already secured to the headboard. She gave him that same amused smile she’d offered last night when she discovered he had straps attached to his foot posts.

“Were you ever a Boy Scout?”

He got her joke instantly. “Nope, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to prepare for the really important events.”

Her grin faded when he tied the first hand, tightening it until she couldn’t move her arm at all. Last night, he’d left the bonds on her ankles relatively loose, introducing her to the sensation.

He didn’t feel the need to do that again. Caliph wanted to push her further. Holding on to her free hand, he attached it as well until both wrists were bound directly above her head.

Caliph rose from the bed, walking to the foot of the mattress. Reaching forward, he grasped her ankles, tugging her entire body lower on the bed until her arms were stretched to the max. Then he hooked her ankles to the corner posts, leaving her legs open to him.

He admired his work as Jennifer flushed slightly. How many times would she blush before she became comfortable with his scrutiny?

She had definitely learned many of last night’s lessons well. Rather than try to look away or hide from him, her gaze remained steadily on his while he studied her body. He’d decorated her skin with a different sort of art last night. Her lips were puffy and red from his kisses and there were several love bites around her neck and on her breasts. There were some small bruises on her thighs, left there when he’d held her open, fucking her roughly. He knelt between her outstretched legs and ran his fingers over them.

Jen lifted her head, watching. “They don’t hurt.”

He captured her gaze as he moved his hand higher. Using the tip of one finger, he ran it along her slit, studying her face for a reaction. She was wet, ready for him. He was quickly becoming spoiled by her continual arousal. Nothing he did seemed to faze her, scare her. It was as if he’d molded his dream lover from clay and some magic had brought Jennifer to life and to his bed.

“Sore?”

As always, he was treated to her complete honesty. “A little. But I don’t care.”

He gave her a crooked grin. “I do.”

She frowned. “You aren’t going to stop, are you?”

He shook his head. “I probably should, but I can’t. I’m too greedy when it comes to you.”

She smiled. “Good. Now…will you please hurry up? I think I might be dying of horniness.”

Caliph had never let any of his previous lovers—the submissive ones—speak to him so cheekily, but he loved her humor, her shy demands. This felt a lot less like a scene and more like a relationship.

As soon as the word crossed his mind, he realized the truth of it. He’d entered this bedroom with Jen, intent on exposing her wild side and introducing her to BDSM. And, of course, in return, he’d get to spend a sex-filled night with a hot woman.

Somewhere along the line, the desire to simply get laid had morphed into something more. Something better. Unexpected.

And not entirely wanted.

While he wasn’t opposed to long-term relationships, he’d always preferred an unencumbered life. One where he didn’t have to answer to anyone.

“Caliph?”

Shit. He’d gone quiet too long. Time to snap out of it. Get this weekend back on course. He lifted his hand and slapped the inside of Jennifer’s thigh.

She gasped.

“I need to explain the concept of topping from the bottom to you.”

Jennifer bit her lip guiltily. “No, you don’t. I’ve read about that in my dirty books. I know what it is.”

Caliph slapped the other thigh, adding more bite, knowing exactly how to make it sting. “And yet you keep doing it.”

“I can’t help it.” Her eyes darkened with lust. He’d noticed last night that her body responded as much to pain as to pleasure. Then she made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. “Make me remember.”

He took a deep breath, trying to keep calm as the Dom inside him emerged fully. God, she was a flirty little thing, every word she spoke provocative. Challenging.

“I’m going to gag you.”

Jennifer exhaled sharply and started to speak.

“No. No talking, Jen. Hold up two fingers on your left hand.”

She obeyed instantly.

“That’s your safe word while the gag is in. If you want me to stop, hold up those two fingers. Understand?”

She nodded.

He walked to the corner of his bedroom, grabbing a bag. After Jennifer left Midnight Ink on Tuesday, he’d gone to the sex shop over his lunch break and picked up a few items. As the week passed, he’d returned to the store two more times as he fantasized even more ways he wanted to take her. He’d acquired quite a kinky collection and he was looking forward to using every single toy on her.

Last night, she’d distracted him from those plans, seducing him in ways he hadn’t anticipated. Today, he intended to make up for lost time.

He pulled out the ball gag, then perused the other items in the bag. Fuck it. He picked up the entire package and returned to the bed with it. They’d use it all eventually.

Caliph bent over the side of the bed, lifting her head slightly to put the gag in her mouth, then securing it in place. She struggled against it initially and he glanced toward her hands. No signal.

“This morning’s lesson is about obedience.”

She blinked rapidly at the sound of his deep voice, then a line formed in her brow, warning him she would put up some resistance. With former lovers, he would have been annoyed by that look of defiance, expecting total submission from his bedmates. But with Jennifer, he looked forward to the challenge she represented.

He pushed the thought away. The damn woman was still getting under his skin and she couldn’t even speak.

Grabbing the bag from the bed, he walked to the bathroom, opening all the packages, washing the array of toys he’d purchased. Jennifer wasn’t going to know what hit her.

Returning to the room, he plucked the bullet vibrator from the pile and pushed it into Jennifer’s pussy. No fanfare, no preparation—he already knew she was wet. He just pressed the toy in.

“You aren’t allowed to come unless I give you permission.”

Her eyes narrowed and he had no doubt she’d have disagreed if she could speak. He gave her a superior smile, then flipped the switch on the remote to high.

Jennifer jerked roughly, beautifully restrained by the straps on her wrists and ankles. She cried out, the sound muffled by the gag. He didn’t lower the speed on the vibrator and made no move to touch her at all.

Instead he watched her struggle, trying to decide if she was fighting the orgasm or working to achieve it. With his rebellious lover, it could be either.

She hadn’t fully embraced the concept of submission yet, though he knew the traits were there as well as her desire to accept them. It would take time for her to learn what it truly meant to give herself to him, to bend her will to his. She’d been on her own for nearly a year and she’d spent that time fighting to find her own strength, to make it through life without a man. It wasn’t going to be easy for her to now release her grip on what she clearly viewed as progress and hand the control over to him.

He’d have to find a way to prove to her the power in this situation was hers.

He looked at her hands once more, searching for the sign. She may be fighting the sensations provoked by the vibrator, but she sure as hell didn’t want to give up the war. Her hands remained firmly clenched into tight fists.

Jennifer’s breathing increased and she moaned. The labored sound gave her away. Caliph turned off the remote.

Her expression reflected pure murder. Yep. She’d definitely been ready to come and, given her anger, it appeared she hadn’t intended to hold back.

Caliph climbed onto the bed, hovering over her on his hands and knees. “Bad girl.”

She shook her head, trying to dislodge the gag, but her hands remained closed.

“You’ve just sealed your fate, Jen. If you’d behaved, I wouldn’t have left you hanging for very long. Now the clock is set. You’re not going to come for the next two hours.”

She made a sound of protest.

“Keep it up and I’ll make it three.”

She huffed, but fell silent. Her eyes still promised retribution.

“You need to learn to school those expressions, Jennifer. Dirty looks are as bad as speaking without permission. Shoot any more of those daggers at me and I’ll punish you.”

Her reaction to the word
punish
went through him like an aphrodisiac. She wanted it. There was no denying that when her nipples budded and her eyes went soft.

“There are different types of punishment. Some you will enjoy, others you won’t. Don’t provoke my temper or you’re going to learn that difference the hard way. That spanking last night had very little to do with correcting bad behavior. I did it primarily for your pleasure. If you continue to disobey me, I’m going to reprimand you in a way that brings you no satisfaction. Do you understand?”

She nodded slowly. Her arousal was beginning to wane, allowing uncertainty and confusion to creep in.

Caliph turned the vibrator on once more, only this time he set it on low.

Jennifer’s eyes drifted closed, but her calmer response told him this sensation wasn’t enough for her. She tried to lift her hips toward him, but the straps held her almost completely immobile. She shuddered, clearly needing more stimulation.

He wasn’t going to give it to her. Not yet. She was his for the next two hours and he intended to use that time to his advantage.

Bending his head, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Jennifer groaned, arching her neck with delight. He’d been pleased to discover how sensitive her breasts were. Perhaps later, he’d bring her to orgasm simply with breast play, but for now, he had another plan.

Moving his head from one nipple to the other, he sucked and nipped at them until they were large, red, tight. Then he retrieved the clamps he’d bought. Jennifer’s face told him instantly they were entering new territory. That knowledge excited him, fed his own arousal.