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“Thank you for the invitation?” She wrinkled her nose. “I think.”

“Torture devices are in the eye of the beholder. You might like it.”

“I don’t know. Being tied up? Beaten?”

“All of that and more.” He finished his smoothie, giving her time to change the subject. Her grip tightened on her empty mug, but she didn’t otherwise move. “Until last night, you might have thought you wouldn’t like having your pussy spanked.”

She pulled the lapels of her robe a little tighter.

“I was practicing with a flogger and a crop.”

“I thought about coming out, but I was too nervous.”

“We can go and have a look without trying anything. You can ask questions, touch things.”

“I think I’ll pass. Anyway, I need to shower and get dressed.”

If she was hoping the excuse would get her out of it, she was mistaken. “Go ahead. I’ll wait. We’ve got all day.”

He cleaned the kitchen while she got ready.

When she returned, her hair was piled on top of her head and clamped into place with some sort of clip. She was wearing painted-on jeans, a black cashmere sweater and she’d selected those lust-inducing boots. “On second thought,” he said.

“Oh?”

“Come here.”

Her heels made a sound much like a thundering pulse as she moved across the hardwood floor to him. She stopped barely inches away. “While I was in the shower, I was thinking about your dungeon.”

“And was it in a good way?”

“Scary. But curious.”

“Did you masturbate?”

She looked up at him and seemed to consider her answer. “I thought about it, but I didn’t follow through.”

“Good. Your orgasms belong to me now.”

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

“I want you to ask permission before you come.”

She opened her mouth, then closed it again. “Wow. I’ve never had a man demand that from me before.”

“It adds another dimension. I’m not into orgasm denial, at least not typically. But I am interested in everything about you, and I may want to give you further instructions. Or I may just want to know you’re doing it.”

He waited.

“I’m yours to command, Sir.”

She might be a little flippant, but to him, her words were with rich with meaning. “I like the way that sounds,” he admitted.

To break the sudden tension, he plucked the clip from her hair and allowed the tresses to tumble over her shoulders. Then he tugged off her sweater and dropped it to the floor. “I want you naked,” he instructed. “Now.”

Aria licked her lower lip. “Right now?”

“Naked,” he repeated. “You told me last night you wanted to try it your way, so let’s get on with it.”

Her green eyes became a shade darker, and he knew his words had caused response to flare in her. This woman was so, so meant for him.

She reached back to unhook her bra before allowing it to fall on top of her sweater. While she unfastened her jeans and fumbled with the zipper, he squeezed her breasts.

He watched her tip her head back and she moaned, driving him on.

Keeping his grip tight, he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Obviously fighting her own responses, she managed to shove her jeans down past her hips. He lifted her from the floor and sat her on the counter so he could tug off her boots and socks before pulling her jeans off the rest of the way.

“I’m not sure why I bothered getting dressed,” she said as she held onto the quartz.

He grabbed hold of her waist and lowered her to the floor. Almost out of patience, he yanked aside the fabric of her panties and pressed a finger against her clit. Her way was definitely working for him.

She sucked in a harsh little breath that further drove him on. When she reached for his waistband, he allowed her to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his fly. “That’s it,” he said when she maneuvered her hand so that she could grab him through his briefs. “Stroke my dick, little Aria.”

Immediately she did, and he gritted his teeth.

She worked her palm back and forth, and she placed her other hand on his shoulder so she could keep her balance as he slid a finger inside her hot pussy.

“Grant, this is so, so…”

If she said anything else, he didn’t hear it.

“My bedroom,” he told her.

“That’s about a jillion miles away,” she protested.

“And it will feel like more because you’ll be crawling.”

She went still and released his cock. “I… What?”

Knowing he’d shocked her, he continued to fondle her, distracting her until he felt her clench her muscles and her pussy begin to convulse around him. When he had her on the very edge of an orgasm, he extracted his hand and put a thumb beneath her chin to tip her head back.

Her breath was ragged. Like his.

“Do your sashay thing. All fours.” His voice was a little hoarse. He’d never been with a woman where he didn’t have complete control, until her.

Even though she worried her lower lip for a moment, she followed his instruction.

He folded his arms across his chest as she tipped her head to the side to look at him through the curtain of her hair.

Then she began to crawl.

The moment her hips began to move and he saw her breasts sway, blood surged into his cock, making it throb. Good thing she’d already lowered his zipper.

Suddenly he agreed with her. His room was about a jillion miles away, and he was anxious to sink deep inside her and fuck her hard.

He followed, enjoying the sight of her delicate, frothy panties as the material crawled up her buttocks. The fact he could only see the outline of her sex made it even more enticing.

When they reached the entrance to his room, she stopped, and he reached over her to open the door. “Sit on the bed.”

She continued crawling, and she was sinuous as she stood, turned then scooted onto the edge of the bed.

Then, tantalizingly, she tossed her head, spilling her hair everywhere before rolling her shoulders. She placed her hands on the mattress a little behind her, forcing out her chest. Evidently she was a quick learner. “Finish undressing me,” he commanded.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Leaning forward, she pulled the belt from the loops.

“Put that next to you. I have plans for it.”

Next, she tugged off his long-sleeved Henley shirt. He bent to remove his motorcycle boots which he tossed beneath the bed.

“Mind if I kneel?” Her voice was a bit husky, telling him she was as aroused as he was.

His Aria was a little more submissive than she wanted to believe.

She slid from the bed and knelt in front of him to pull down his jeans. “I’ve never undressed a man before,” she said. “Never knew…”

Grant stepped out of his jeans and kicked them aside, as well.

Without any further encouragement, she worked his briefs down and then gave a little sound of surprise. “You shave your balls?”

“Yeah. And you can take over that little task while you’re here.”

She looked up at him.

“I’m serious.”

“I’m starting to realize you rarely joke, even if I think maybe you are.”

“When it comes to things that involve you, you’re right.” He fed his fingers into her hair and brushed it back to tuck it behind her ears. “Back onto the bed and hand me the belt.”

Grant didn’t step back, so their bodies brushed as she stood. He offered a hand and she took it.

He noticed the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she picked up the belt. There’d come a time when an instruction like that would settle her in, let her know they were entering a scene. “Turn your palms up and extend your arms, offering it to me.”

He half expected a question or a token protest, but she silently did as he requested. “Thank you,” he said, accepting the leather. “Now lie back, in the middle of the bed and cross your wrists above your head. While you’re at it, spread your legs so I can admire your cunt.”

She made a sound that was part sigh, mostly whimper, all feminine and soft.

“You wanted to be fucked, Aria?”

“Yes. Hard.”

He wrapped his belt around her wrists several times, making sure she was secure but that he wasn’t cutting off circulation.

“I thought we were doing it my way.”

“With my signature added,” he said. Then he indicated the portrait. “She’s a constant reminder to both of us,” he told Aria. “Give me a second.”

He grabbed two toys and a condom from the closet. “This is a spreader bar. Exactly as it sounds. It will keep your ankles apart.”

“What if I wanted to wrap my legs around your waist? Or we wanted to change positions or something?”

He raised his eyebrows and remained silent until she started to squirm.

“Right. Patience,” she said, as if talking to herself. “Remember the portrait.”

Fighting a grin, he attached her ankles to the far ends of the bars. “Is that comfortable?”

“Barely,” she confessed.

“Perfect.” Grant opened a tiny box and showed her the four small balls that were nestled against the velvet lining. “Nipple balls,” he explained. “I sometimes use clamps, but these are a favorite since they won’t fall off, nor is there anything to tug, so they’ll stay in place. And they’re absolutely beautiful.”

“I don’t understand how they work.”

“They’re magnetic.” He used his thumb to separate two. In the online advertisement, they looked deceptively simple to use and at first glance, they appeared as if they were capable of only gentle pressure.

He’d practiced using them on the tender flesh between this thumb and forefinger. He’d quickly learned that the buggers moved of their own accord, so they had to be kept separate until he was ready for them to meet up. And the bite was this side of extreme. But since she’d arrived, he’d been desperate to see them on her dusky nipples.

Grant placed the first pair near her right breast. “Have you ever played with nipple clamps?”

“No.” She turned her head to the side, apparently to get a better look at the pretty balls. “But sometimes when I use my vibrator, I use clothespins. The plastic ones work best since they don’t twist.”

“The twisting can be fun. Adds an unexpected dimension of pain.”

She looked back at him. “I think you have a diabolically nasty streak.”

“And you’re at my mercy.”

“Yellow still works, right?”

“Always,” he promised her. “I’ll warn you, these balls are going to be more intense than you’re expecting. Harder than your clothespins, probably. Breathe through it. Let me get both sets on before you decide you can’t take the pain.”

“You’re scaring me.”

He sucked her right nipple into his mouth, teasing and distending the flesh. “A little fear is good in my submissive.”

She squirmed, digging her heels into the bedding.

“Vertical or horizontal?”

“Vertical,” she said. “No, wait. Whatever you please, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Grant picked up the first set of balls and pried them apart. He tugged on the still-damp nipple. Before it could contract, he put one ball on the top, then carefully put the other beneath it. At a certain point, the forces of nature took over and the magnets connected, brutally pinching her flesh.

“Holy fucking hell!” she yelled.

He fingered her pussy and simultaneously licked her nipple. Her body was convulsing, but she slowly settled down. “Can you handle this? For me?”

She forced out a shuddering breath. “Why do I feel like you’re a physical trainer? He insists I do one more set when I can’t even stand up.”

“Seems to me you go looking for sadists, in that case.”

Their gazes met, held. “Maybe so. Do your worst… What do I call you? Just Sir?” Before he could answer she continued, “Wait. I’ve got it. Do your worst, Sir Sadist.”

“Oh, little Aria, you haven’t been introduced to anything close to that yet.” All the while, he continued to play with her pussy and touch her in soothing ways.

Making sure to keep their connection strong, he reached for the second set of balls and put them in place.

This time she whimpered and writhed but didn’t scream. Again, he soothed the ache with his mouth. “Stay where you are. I want to show you how sweet your submission is.” For a moment, he left her.

“It feels worse when you’re not touching me,” she told him.

“I’m right here, and I know.” Or at least he did now. She needed their bodies to be physically connected. So the idea of her ever being like the woman in the portrait was remote, but if he were truthful, this appealed to him every bit as much. He enjoyed the feel of her skin, her softness, her strength.

In seconds, he returned to her with a mirror. “This isn’t going to be easy,” he said. “But I want you to sit up.” He climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her and helped her into the correct position.

She winced but didn’t complain, even though her legs were spread, her hands were bound and magnetic balls bit into her tender skin.

“Perfect. Now bring your shoulder blades together,” he said.

After a couple of steadying breaths, she did as he’d asked.

He kept his body in place to support her then reached around her with the mirror. “Have a look. I want you to see yourself through my eyes.”

She inhaled sharply. “I’ve always played with the idea of getting my nipples pierced.”

“And now?”

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

“You’re beautiful. This just enhances it.”

Silently, in the mirror, they communicated, her trust and his promise that he’d always earn it.

“Your cock is still hard. Is this when we get to the fucking part?” she asked quietly.

“It is indeed.” He helped her to lie down again, and he left the mirror on top of the nightstand, handy in case he wanted to use it again. “You still have your panties on.”

“I wondered what you were going to do about that.”

He pulled a pair of first-aid scissors from the nightstand drawer.

“Seriously?” she asked, sounding a little scandalized, but mostly turned on. “I like these panties.”

“I’ll send you a dozen more. But I’ll want to cut those off you, as well.”

“This is going to be a budget-buster,” she warned.

“I’d take out a loan if I needed to,” he added before snipping the material from her body, leaving the peach-colored lace in a pile. “Your pussy is swollen.”