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He laughed. “Oh beauty. I don’t want that to shut down. Ever.”

“Four whole days,” she complained.

“Four days and then you and I are hitting the sheets. You and me and nothing but hours and hours in bed.”

“Sounds wonderful.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. I’m going to warn you now, Keira. When I get back, you’re getting the real deal. The real Will. No-holds-barred. Come Monday, you’re mine.” 76

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Chapter Seven

“Hiya stranger,” she said as she met him at the door of his apartment four days later.

“Hiya yourself,” he said, grabbing her up and kissing her.

“Mmm,” she said after a long, deep kiss. “That kiss almost makes it worth not seeing you for a few days.”

“You can have kisses like that anytime you want. Believe me, I’m in no hurry to return to Pittsburgh,” Will said as she walked inside and he closed the door behind them.

“How was your mom’s birthday party?”

He led her to the couch and they sat together. “Great. Me and the retired folks hanging around a dining room table, eating cake and drinking punch. Do you know how many of my mother’s friends have divorced daughters?” Keira laughed. “Oh man, I’m lucky you made it back at all. I had no idea you’d nearly been sucked into the dreaded bachelor black hole. You should have sent up an SOS or something.”

“Yeah, laugh it up. It was a long four days.”

She kissed him on the cheek, trying—and failing—to conceal her amusement over his misery. “You’re home now. How about I kiss it and make it all better?” Will’s eyebrows wiggled. “I have something you can kiss better.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll just bet you do, but you promised me dinner first.

Something smells good,” she said, glancing toward the kitchen. “I thought you said you can’t cook?”

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“I can’t. I called Jessica on my way back into town this morning and after she finished laughing hysterically about the fact I invited you to my place for dinner, she took mercy on me and brought by a couple of tonight’s specials from the restaurant.

Vegetable lasagna and garlic bread.”

“Oh yum,” Keira replied. “I love veggie lasagna.”

“Well. As soon as you take off your clothes, we can eat.” His voice had taken on that edge of command she’d especially missed during his absence and she’d wondered about his vow to show her his true nature upon his return.

“You aren’t moving, Keira.”

As always, her body reacted to the sound of her name on his lips and she slowly began to unbutton her blouse.

“Aren’t you going to get undressed?” she asked when he continued to merely sit and watch her. She pulled off her blouse and dropped it on the coffee table.

“No, I’m not,” he replied.

When she paused, he gestured with his hand for her to continue. She stood up and unhooked her skirt, pushing the soft material over her legs. She stood before him in her bra and panties, his silence unnerving her slightly.

“Keep going.”

Excitement and sheer curiosity kept her hands moving as she slid her panties down and unhooked her bra. When she was finally naked, she released the pent-up breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Will threw one of the oversized pillows from the couch on the floor by his feet.

“Kneel here. I want to talk to you about something before we eat.” She was grateful for the soft place to land, his command weakening her knees in a way she wouldn’t have imagined possible. As she knelt at his feet, he leaned forward and ran his hand through her hair.

“You are truly beautiful.”

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She blushed, but he shook his head slightly. “I don’t mean just your face or your body, but all of you. You have no idea how lovely you are. So tell me,” his voice deepened and she shivered slightly at the sound of it, “have you been a good girl?” She considered his question and nodded. She’d done nothing but work, sleep and eat.

“Did you touch yourself while I was away?”

Her heart increased its pace. “You didn’t say I couldn’t,” she replied quickly.

He frowned at her response. “The night of our first date, Keira. When we were parked out in front of this apartment.”

She closed her eyes for a moment as his words drifted back to her.

“What did I say?” he asked. He bent forward, pushing her knees apart with a slight nudge of his toes until she was open to his touch. He ran his fingers through the dark hair covering her mons. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You,” she whispered.

“Did I give you permission to touch it?”

She shook her head, unable to speak as he teased her clit lightly with one finger. She would never understand how a simple touch could take her breath away, reduce her to a pile of mush.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“No, you didn’t give me permission.”

“What did you touch it with?” She shrugged, uncertain what he meant until he clarified. “Your fingers? A vibrator? A dildo?”

“My fingers,” she confessed.

“Did you come?”

She nodded, aware that her answer would only increase the tension radiating in him. Although she could tell he was displeased, he didn’t seem angry and she wasn’t afraid.

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“How many times?” he asked.

“Just once,” she whispered. She shared a room with two sisters and masturbation wasn’t an easy thing to pull off. Truth was she’d have played with herself every night if she could have found the time alone. Will had left her in a royal state after their scene in the dressing room and she feared if they didn’t have sex soon, she’d be a prime candidate for a rubber room.

“I see.” His tone was dismissive and she sensed that the question and answer period was over. What would he do now? She fought against squirming too much, but she was seriously worried about her arousal dripping onto his pillow. She’d never felt so turned-on. She couldn’t begin to understand what that said about her, but she honestly couldn’t wait to see what his response would be.

“Well, I’d hoped for our first time we’d be able to come together. But it seems you owe me one.” He rose as he spoke and took off his tie. “Put your hands behind your back, Keira.”

She obeyed, shaking as he tied her hands together at the base of her back. He checked to make sure it was tied tightly enough to prevent escape. “Is it too tight?” he asked. She shook her head as he walked back around to stand in front of her.

“We’re going to have to work on this bad habit you have of touching yourself without permission. As long as we’re together, your pleasure is my responsibility. I know you have a hard time giving up control, but in this instance, I’m going to insist.” He walked away and she watched his retreat to his bedroom.

As she knelt on the cushion, her pussy pleading for attention, she considered his comment. It was one he’d made before. After years of being the responsible one in her family, the one who took care of everything, she wondered if she’d ever be able to truly give herself over to Will.

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had been nice, gentle, passive, all too willing to let her decide where they would go and what they would do. After a few years of lackluster sex and boring relationships, she’d simply given up. She couldn’t blame her family for converging on Will in the bar the other night. He’d been the first man she’d accepted a date from in over three years.

When he returned, she could see several items in his hands. He smiled and shook his head when he saw her watching him and she wondered what he was thinking.

“What is it?” she asked.

He ran his hand through her hair almost playfully. “I’m afraid you have a lot to learn about being submissive.”

She glanced down, studying her posture. She was completely naked with her hands tied behind her back. Her breasts were thrust out as a result and she was kneeling in such a fashion that there wasn’t much left to the imagination in terms of her pussy.

What the hell more could he want?

“I don’t understand.”

He placed his hand under her chin and tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at his face. “A good submissive keeps her eyes averted, down toward the floor. She would never look her Master in the eye and never speak unless asked a direct question.”

She bit her lip. Master. Is that what she was making him? Master of what? Her life?

Her body? Her heart? She didn’t know and the thought of giving him so much power wiggled its way into her subconscious, nagging at her before she shuttered the feeling away.

“Amazingly, I have to admit I don’t want that from you.”

“You don’t?” she asked, relief suffusing her.

“Don’t get me wrong. I do expect your obedience and as our relationship evolves, I will expect your level of submission to increase, but for right now, this is all new to you.

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voice concerns. I don’t ever want you to feel truly threatened by me. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Now. Dinner is ready.” He knelt in front of her and, as she watched, he showed her the small bullet-shaped vibrator they’d bought together at the sex shop. Dropping to one knee, he quickly slipped the remote controlled device inside her pussy with a grin. “Nice and wet. Damn, I love that about you.” She shared his smile, wondering about the vibrator. She thought he’d intended to punish her, but as he turned the vibrator on, she felt a pleasant hum resonate through her body.

He stood and then reached down to help her rise. Her movements sent a heavenly jolt through her body and for a moment, she thought she might actually be on the verge of a climax. The vibrator stopped moving.

“Hey,” she protested.

He shook his head. “This is a punishment, Keira. Not a reward.”

“But—” she started.

He placed his fingers against her lips to silence her. “We’re going to sit at the dining room table and eat our lasagna. You’re going to fight off the urge to climax, regardless of what that vibrator is doing inside your body. If you make it through the meal without coming, I’ll fuck you. If you come before the meal is finished, you’ll suck my cock and then I’ll take you home. Understood?” He punctuated his question by turning on the vibrator again.

She gasped, a stream of obscenities poised on her lips.

“Think long and hard about your answer, Keira. I could always take you home now.”

She bit back her response, her body shaking in the effort to hold off her orgasm.

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“Of course you can. I’m going to feed you.”

He led her to the table, helping her sit so her bound hands hung over the low back of the chair. Then he opened her legs, draping her knees over the corners of the seat, leaving her pussy open to his gaze.

He placed a quick kiss on her lips before going into the kitchen to grab their plates.

While he was gone, the speed on the vibrator increased and she cried out as it mercilessly tormented her sensitive flesh. She felt a small tear fall down her cheek.

She’d never make it.

Dear God, she
had
to make it. The idea of leaving without taking Will into her body was unacceptable. She’d thought of nothing else for four days—four
months
if you counted all the days she’d spent staring at him with unrequited lust as he lectured in his classroom.

“Here we go.” He placed the plates on the table and frowned when he spotted the tear on her face. “Are you in pain?”

“I need you,” she whispered. Her answer seemed to please him.

“And I need you—desperately, Keira. I know you can do this.” She took a deep breath and nodded, forcing the tears back. He shifted the vibrator back to the lower speed and she sighed with relief.

Her respite was short-lived as Will dragged her through the longest, most erotic meal of her life. He seemed to have grown a third and fourth hand during his absence as he fondled her constantly while feeding her. His hands toyed with her breasts, circling and pinching her nipples until the tiny nubs were larger and more erect than she’d ever seen them. At one point, he rubbed some of his wine into them, bending down to suck the alcohol off. His tongue teased her until she feared she’d broken a bone in her own hand as she clenched them tightly together, fighting off her excruciating need to come.

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same, alternating between low, then high, then low again. With every change, her body shook as she fought to adjust, to fight off the orgasm. As soon as she’d weathered one storm, he changed the speed again and she took up the same battle.

He continued to feed her as he played and when she glimpsed the empty plate before her, she tried to remember eating any of it. She couldn’t recall the taste of the lasagna or the bread and she was shocked to discover her wineglass was empty too.

When the meal was finally over, Will stood, walking behind her to release her hands. She moaned as they were freed, the pins and needles caused by a lack of circulation making themselves known. He remained behind her, rubbing her shoulders, massaging her arms and her wrists until the slight discomfort disappeared and she felt more relaxed than she believed possible given her current state of arousal.

“I shouldn’t have left you bound so long, but you looked so delicious sitting there, I couldn’t hold back my gluttony.”

“Dinner is over,” she said, her voice hoarse from her pleading cries. She’d made it through his torturous, glorious meal.

“So it is,” he agreed, helping her stand and turning her in his arms. His embrace was soothing and strong and she melted into him. “You took your punishment very well. I’m proud of you. Who does your pussy belong to?” he asked.