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“Nice.” He thumbed her nipples through her bra. They peaked
to his touch. “Now this.”

She didn’t bother to ask. She knew what he meant. She undid
the clasps but held the bra on with her arms.

“All the way off, Bella. Don’t test my patience.”

She let it fall.

“And your jeans.”

Oh lord. He was going to strip her naked, right here in the
garage. But she didn’t hesitate. She kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of
her tight jeans.

“Panties too.”

She glared at him but it did no good. He was adamant. She
yanked them off and tossed them at him. They hit him in the face then fell and
clung to his shoulder.

His brow lowered. “You really are a naughty girl today,
Bella. It’s almost as though you want to be punished.”

Oh. She did. She did. But at the same time, something inside
her fought it. Rebelled.

Or maybe it wasn’t rebellion. Maybe she was annoyed by
his
restraint. Maybe she wanted to entice him to lose that stoic control, let go of
the leash. To take her hard and harsh. Right here in the truck.

The thought made her wriggle on the seat. The leather was
cold against her ass. When she moved, her pussy opened.

It was cold there too.

“Hand me the duct tape.”

Her heart leapt, stuttered. With nerveless fingers she
passed it over.

He opened the package and ripped off a strip with his teeth.
“I like that you got super-strength duct tape, Bella. That was a good choice.
Now hold still.”

She did. She sat there on the cold seat, buck-naked except
for her socks, trying not to wince as he leaned closer. She shut her eyes.
Tight.

They flew open again as something scraped at her nipple. She
looked down to see him rolling the tape over her nub. It adhered and stuck and
then, when he tugged, it gently pulled at her tender flesh.

A whimper, unbidden, escaped her. This wasn’t what she’d
expected him to do with the tape. It was an odd sensation, like an alien
tongue, sticky and harsh and rasping. He continued this sweet torture for a
long while—she had the sense he enjoyed it—and then, when the tape lost its
stickiness, when the tension it created was no longer potent enough for his
wicked purpose, he tossed that strip away and pulled off another.

And he began again.

Chapter Five

It wasn’t until she was weeping and sighing and wriggling
and smearing cream all over his nice leather seats that he stopped.

He ripped off two fresh pieces and slapped them over her
nipples, rubbing them hard to make sure the adhesive took. “Get out of the
truck.”

As she levered herself out, horrifyingly aware of her nudity
in the garage—a place she’d never been naked, for heaven’s sake—he came around
to meet her.

He jostled her breasts. “How does that feel?”

Awful. Wonderful. Weird. “I can feel it pulling whenever I
move.”

“Good. I want you to be aware of your nipples. How sensitive
they are. Do you like it?”

She nibbled on her lower lip. “Yes.” Lord, yes. It was
torment, but delicious torment. The constant play of the adhesive on her
sensitized tips was already driving her to distraction.

“Are you ready to go into the house?”

She nodded. Her skin prickled with goose bumps. She wasn’t
entirely sure if it was the chill in the air or the heat coursing through her
body. Probably a bit of both.

“Okay. Turn around.”

She obeyed and then flinched because she heard the rip of
duct tape once more. Lordy. What was he going to do with that?

“Put your elbows behind your back.”

She hesitated.

“Do it, Bella.”

The movement, the stretching of her arms, caused her breasts
to rise, made the tape tug—ever so gently—on her nipples. She sobbed but that
didn’t stop him. He bound her elbows together, locking them firmly behind her
back.

She wriggled, testing the bonds, making her bare breasts
bobble, making her ache. There was no hope of escape.

Then again, she didn’t really want to escape.

“There we go.” He studied her. She could tell by the dark
glint in his eye, the tight planes of his cheeks, he liked what he saw—her
breasts high, arms bound behind her, her bare, dripping muff.

He stroked her cheek then made his way over her chest,
across her belly and to her pussy. But he didn’t touch her there. When she
murmured in protest, he grinned. It was a feral grin.

“Later, darling,” he whispered.

He grabbed the bag of hardware, dropped the duct tape into
it and led her up the stairs, into the house. Bella was mortified. She was
naked, bound and prancing through her kitchen. Thank God he didn’t lead her
into the living room, where all the drapes were wide open. Instead, he headed
down the hall to the bedroom.

Yes. The bedroom. She was ready for the bedroom. So ready.
Slickness coated her thighs. He would notice it too when he touched her there.

Then he’d fuck her.

But he didn’t fuck her. At least not just then. He didn’t
even put her on the bed. Instead, he pulled the ladder chair out from the desk
and set her on it, lifting her arms over the back.

He dumped the shopping bag out on the bed and took his time
arranging the items there, the pliers—oh, now they made her shudder—the hammer,
the Velcro, the rope, the paintbrush.

What on earth was he going to do?

Oh.

Hell.

He’d found the duct tape again. Without a word, he yanked on
it. Bella winced at the screeching sound it made. Tae grinned and walked toward
her, holding out a long, sticky length. He wrapped the strip around her waist,
strapping her tightly to the chair.
Taping
her to the chair.

She would have bellowed in outrage but she knew better. As
it was, the sound that came out was a wordless mewl. He toyed with her nipples
and brushed a finger lightly over her clit.

“Mmm.” From the thrum of his voice, she knew he’d discovered
her wetness. He knelt before her until they were eye to eye. “Bella, I want you
to look at these items, honey. I want you to think about them. And imagine what
I’m going to do with them. Okay?”

She nodded. Hell. She’d already been doing that and her mind
was awhirl.

He kissed her and stood. “I’ll be right back.”

She broke her silence then. A strangled peep. “What? Where
are you going?” He was leaving her here? Like this?

He patted her cheek. “Just to unload the truck. I’ll be
right back.”

When he left, he shut the door, shutting her in with those
hardware-store
items
. They mocked her there on the bed. She glared at them. Her
imagination seethed.

She could hear him coming and going from the garage, the
occasional clank and thud as he brought items in and moved things around. She
had no idea what he was doing but she was pretty sure most of the activity was
taking place in the basement.

In his man cave.

She tried not to roll her eyes at the thought. If that was
what this was all about—the opportunity to add yet another sophomoric feature
to his playpen—she’d kill him. As time passed, her anger, her impatience rose.

She must have been sitting there, in the chair, naked except
for her socks and her duct-tape pasties, for an hour at least. Surely that was
enough time to unload a stupid tr—

The door opened.

Her heart lurched.

Tae stood there, lean and hard, framed in the opening. Bella
bit her lip to keep in a moan at the shot of lust the sight of him engendered.

He stepped into the room and tossed the two-by-four on the
bed. She noticed he’d drilled two holes in it, not far from each end.

What was that for? She couldn’t bear to imagine.

“How are you doing?” His voice floated toward her, warm and
deep.

She put out a lip. “Terrible.”

“Really?” He stepped closer. Concern flitted across his
brow. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay. I’m just bored out of my mind.”

“Bored?” His lips quirked. “Well. We don’t want that, do
we?”

She wriggled against her bonds, but not very much because
each movement, each breath made her nipples burn. “Get me out of this chair.”

“Okay.” To her surprise, he stepped behind her and ripped
off the duct tape holding her to the chair, as well as the tape holding her
elbows together.

But before she could leap up, he caught her wrists and held
them in front of her. She watched in horror as he looped fresh tape around
them.

Okay. Maybe it wasn’t
horror
, exactly.

“Stand up.”

She did and instinctively glanced back at the chair. A
telltale damp spot stained the cushion.

He saw it and chuckled. “Poor baby. And it’s only just
begun.”

“What?” What had only just begun?

Tae didn’t elaborate. He led her to the bed and helped her
recline then lifted her arms. He looped a length of tape around her wrists and
through the wood slats of the headboard, securing her there with only a little
wiggle room.

And oh, she wiggled.

“Hold still.” A sharp smack to her ass accompanied the
command.

She stopped flailing on the bed to glare at him, then yanked
at her bonds. Damn it. It was super-strength duct tape. It didn’t budge.

Tae didn’t even notice her glare. He was busy at the foot of
the bed, riffling through his supplies. He pulled out the coil of thin-gauge
rope.

Her heart leapt into her throat as he threaded one end of
the rope through the hole in the two-by-four and wrapped it around her knee. He
did the same with the other and before she knew it, she was lying on her back
on the bed with her hands bound to the headboard and her knees forced apart on
either side of a fat piece of wood. Her pussy was completely exposed.

“There. Test that.” Tae’s wide grin dared her to break free.
She tried. Oh, how she tried. But she couldn’t.

His grin broadened. When he turned his attention to that
pile of tools, tools she’d been obsessing about for an hour, she tracked his
every move. Her eyes widened when he picked up the paintbrush.

Not her first thought. But given the choices, probably the
most palatable option.

Then again, that was before he started painting her with it.

It was a stiff-bristle brush, made for industrial work, not
gentle in the least. He drew it over her exposed flesh in deft, agonizing
strokes. And those were just the ones at the bottom of her feet. She was
gasping and writhing and pleading before he even reached her ankle.

“I love watching you squirm,” he said, bringing the brush up
her leg to the back of her knee—that made her snarl and hiss invectives at him,
but he just chuckled and continued.

When he came to her pussy—her sopping, aching, hungry
pussy—he swept over it with a light caress. She screamed and thrust toward it
but the brush danced away, up her belly and over her ribs to her nipples.

Ah. He remembered her nipples then. He set down the brush
and peeled the tape back. Bella hissed as the adhesive tugged at her. He played
with it, pulling it up and settling it back again and again, his attention
fixed on her expression. As he worked her nipples, he toyed with her slit,
sending rivulets of rapture sluicing through her.

She arched her hips toward him in a silent plea.

Naturally, he stopped.

As she lay there gasping and glowering, he bent his head and
gave her a big, wet kiss. “I’ll be back,” he said. “You be good.”

And he left her again.

* * * * *

This time she was even more miserable because he had taken
her horniness and nudged it from arousal to pure lust. She lay there on the bed
with her nipples pulsing, her clit thrumming, her pussy aching for release.

Again, she heard him puttering around in the kitchen,
stomping down to the basement, moving things around in the garage. And she lay
there, legs wide, weeping.

She managed to flip over—even though in this position the
tape around her wrists really pinched—and was in the process of bringing
herself to orgasm by rubbing her clit hard against the harsh twill fabric of
the bedspread when he came into the room again.

And oh, was he annoyed.

He gave her several swift swats on her bottom until he
realized she liked them, that they pressed her clit even harder and with more
force against a delicious landscape. He huffed a frustrated breath, lifted her
up and shoved a fat pillow under her belly.

He took great care to make sure she couldn’t reach the
pillow with her pussy, couldn’t rub against it in a lustful frenzy. And it
lifted her high enough off the bed so she couldn’t return to her delightful
pursuit.

Damn it. She’d been so close.

Once he was satisfied with this new position, he smacked her
ass again, several times in succession. He leaned closer and whispered into her
ear, “No coming, Bella.”

“Tae. I can’t stand it,” she growled. “Please. Let me go.”

“Sorry, darling. Can’t do that. I need to prepare you for
tonight.”

She froze. “Tonight?”

“Mmm hmm.” He was rustling around at the bottom of the bed
again. Now that she was on her belly, she couldn’t see what he was doing but
she was sure she wouldn’t like it.

“What’s tonight?”

He didn’t answer right away. He was focused on something
and…
Holy hell.
She felt it. Prodding between her legs. She wiggled her
ass, trying to avoid it—whatever it was.

He smacked her again. “Hold still, sweetheart.”

The
thing
, whatever it was, entered her s lowly,
gently, easing up, easing in. She shuddered as she realized what it was. What
it had to be. The handle of the hammer. Sliding into her pussy.

Hard. Thick.
In.
She undulated against it and he
chuckled and slipped it out. When he put it in again, it was only a bit. Only
an inch or two. Just enough to make her crazy.

“Don’t wiggle too much, honey. Or it will fall out.”

Bella groaned. What she wanted more than anything was to
fuck herself on that fat rod. But if she moved, if she tried to push it deeper,
she’d lose it. She was forced to lie there, on her belly, with a nice thick
stick in her pussy—
and not move
.

She was going to lose her mind.

Tae stood up and the bed bobbled with the movement. Her
dildo bobbled too. Slipped a tad.

She clenched it and cried out, “Fuck me. Please, Tae, fuck
me.”

He hunkered by the head of the bed and looked into her eyes.
“I like when you beg.”

“Then fuck me!”

He stroked her cheek. His gentleness devastated her. “Not
tonight, babe.”

“What?”

He shook his head. “Not tonight. Tonight’s for teasing.”

Tears of frustration streamed down her cheeks. “I don’t want
to be teased.”

“Ah, Bella. Of course you do. You want to be tied up and you
want to be tormented. You want me to bring you to the edge again and again. And
tonight you’ll get your wish.”

“Tae. Please.”

He cupped her ass, a warm, brief pass. But he said nothing
more and left her again.

The hammer slipped out the first time she moved. She was far
too wet to keep it in.

* * * * *

The next time he returned, the room was dark. Bella had no
idea how much time had passed but her body was soft and weepy. The desperation
had drifted from her hunger but lust still sat in her belly like a rock.

He didn’t say a word as he turned her over, carefully
repositioning the two-by-four firmly between her knees. He tut-tutted when he
saw the hammer lying on the bedspread but he didn’t slip it back in.

Instead, he lay on the bed beside her and began to play with
her. She was elated, excited, thrilled—until she remembered what he’d said. He
wasn’t going to let her come. Not tonight.

He was here to tantalize her. To draw the tether tight, to
ratchet up her arousal and her hunger and her agony…and then stop. Just stop.

She wasn’t happy about it in the least, so each touch met
resistance. Petulance.

Which he ignored. Tae was, above all things, a stubborn,
determined man. It was one of the things she’d loved about him, right from the
start. Once he made up his mind, he stuck to it.