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Tonight, however, she wished he would relent. Just a little.

But he didn’t. He stoked her passion, nibbling and nuzzling
all those places that made her quiver and moan. The places that made beads of
sweat pop out on her forehead. The places that made fire run through her veins
like a molten river.

Before long, he had fanned the flames of her arousal once
more. Before long, she was restless and twisting and pleading again. When he
kissed her belly, she tried to spread her legs ever farther. She couldn’t. As
his mouth neared her pussy, she moaned.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please.”

His tongue was like a slick snake slithering up her slit. He
caressed her from her asshole to the rise of her clit. But he didn’t lick that
blooming bud. Didn’t graze it. Didn’t so much as breathe on it.

If he had, she would have come. She was that close.

And he knew it.

He sighed and kissed her thigh then lapped at the cream
there. She thought he would keep on lapping, lap on up to that nest of nerves
in the crux of her being that wept for his attention.

He didn’t. He sat up instead and reached for yet another
tool of torment.

Something cold touched her swollen nipple then nipped at it.

The wrench.
With serrated teeth.

She froze, staring at the sight of her nipple swathed in
thick tape, between the grip of those evil, evil teeth.

He closed on it again and tugged. Gently.

Something flew through her. It could have been a raging fear
or a raging arousal, or maybe even the hint of that elusive orgasm. She wasn’t
sure. But it was an exquisite release.

She sighed and pressed her breasts up, up toward the
pleasure, into the pain.

But Tae had become bored. He tossed the wrench away and
hunkered over her. A thrill skirled through her. She was naked. Open. He was
over her. How easy would it be for him to yank off his jeans, to slip in? Just
slip in…

“Tae, baby,” she whispered. “I’m dying.”

“I know.” His breath was hot on her cheek. “I’m dying too.
We’re almost there.”

There? Almost where? “Just fuck me, baby. Just put it in and
fuck me.”

“Not yet.” He kissed her. “Be patient.”

Be patient?

Hell.

* * * * *

The next time he came, he took her to the bathroom—she
really needed to go at that point—and brought her food. It was her favorite
snack—a grilled cheese sandwich. It was her favorite because it was the only
thing she could make without burning down the kitchen. That he had thought of
her, of her hunger, made her glow.

But she didn’t want to show him that. Didn’t want to show
him complete compliance. Not yet.

He encouraged her to eat, warning that she would need her
strength later.

She believed him. She’d be a fool not to.

He fed her with his fingers and then wiped the greasy digits
on her belly. She would have complained but then he licked her clean, letting
his tongue linger in places that made her gasp and twitch.

And again, once again, he brought her to the brink of climax
and left her teetering on its edge.

Chapter Six

He left her again but didn’t let her suffer long. When he
returned, he untied her from the bed—but left her wrists bound together—and
released her legs from their bondage. It was a relief to bring her thighs
together, to press them together until her clit pinged. She was so incredibly
aroused, she could barely stand it.

“Come, Bella.” He helped her stand.

“Where are we going?” She didn’t dare imagine what he had in
mind.

His response was a sharp smack to her ass. “Come on.” He led
her from the bedroom and through the hall to the kitchen. He paused at the door
to the basement. Anticipation danced in his eyes.

“You’re taking me to your man cave?” She swallowed. She
didn’t want to go down there. Basements were too much like dungeons. A whole
new brand of lust swamped her at the thought.

“It’s not my man cave anymore.” He grinned in a way that
made a shiver crawl through her pussy. “I gave it a makeover.” He leaned in
closer and whispered, “Now it’s my slave cave.”

She couldn’t help it. She nearly came right then and there.

He opened the door and carefully guided her down the steep
steps. Her legs were wobbly and weak. She was preternaturally aware of her
nakedness, the breeze on her skin, the dampness between her thighs. As they
rounded the corner, she saw what he’d done, and she froze. Every muscle froze.

Dear lord. It was. It was a slave cave.

Oh, all the accouterments of his man cave were still
there—the large-screen TV, the overstuffed couch, the fridge and all his
workout equipment. But there, against the side wall, he’d built a rack, a metal
“H” bracketed to the floor and ceiling. He’d placed rings along the vertical
pipes at regular intervals from the floor to the ceiling. The crossbar was up
high but she noticed it was screwed in place. So it could be moved.

Her heart lodged in her throat. She knew what that was for.
She knew who’d be tied to it.

Beside the rack was a table littered with items. Bella
recognized them. They were the toys he’d collected along this journey. The collar
and wrist restraints, various vibrators, the paddle. But some other items were
there as well. He didn’t give her time to study them as he stood her between
the poles. With about three feet between her body and the wall, he would have
access…to everything.

She tried, desperately, not to whimper.

“Stay here.” It was a command so she complied, standing
there, squeezing her thighs together and relishing the freedom to do so.
Pleasure and relief rushed through her as she tightened her own flesh on her
clit.

He walked to the table and picked up a couple items but
Bella wasn’t paying attention. She was too obsessed with the bliss she was
creating. Oh. She was close. She was so close. She blew out a breath as a shard
of delight danced along her spine.

That caught his attention and he frowned. “What are you
doing?”

“Nothing.” She shot him an innocent look—which she shouldn’t
have done. He knew her innocent look. He knew it meant she was up to mischief.

He raked her with his gaze. It stalled at the crux of her
thighs. He tsked and shook his head. “Naughty girl, Bella.” He knelt before her
and lifted her ankle. He wrapped it in Velcro—making a tight seal—and then took
the other end of the strip and looped it through one of the rings set at the
bottom of the pipe. Pulled it tight.

She gasped as her foot slipped over, suddenly realizing what
he had in mind. But before she could protest, he’d taken another Velcro strip
and done the same with her other foot. When he pulled this one tight, her legs,
her thighs, were forced apart. She was once again spread wide for his pleasure.
She moaned.

“Shame on you, Bella, making me do that.” He stood. With a
quick rip, he removed the tape from her wrists and handed her something. “Put
this on.”

She glanced at the item. The collar. Her lips trembled. She
stared at him helplessly.

He frowned. “Go on. I want
you
to put it on.”

“Why me?”

His expression firmed. “It’s your symbolic acceptance of my
dominance. Put it on.”

She thought, for a fleeting moment, about refusing. But she
was so fucking horny, so tired of wanting. She couldn’t take much more of this
and, judging from his elaborate preparations, he had a lot more planned.

Her hesitation annoyed him. He took the collar from her and
smacked her on the ass with it. The leather stung. Pleasure welled within her.
He smacked her again. And again.

When he gave the collar to her a second time, she put it on,
fitted it tight around her neck and slipped the tongue in place. She lowered
her eyes.

“Good girl.” But his voice was harsh. He smacked her clit
with the flat of his palm—she winced, sighed. “Next time, don’t dawdle.”

His impatience was evident as he quickly wrapped her wrists
in the restraints and lifted them high—until she was almost up on her toes—and
hooked each into a ring on the rack. Then, once she was secured, he stepped
back and observed her.

He shook his head. “My God, you’re beautiful.”

She felt beautiful, even though tears tracked her cheeks,
her hair was a mess and she was bound hand and foot before him. She
knew
she was beautiful. Desired.

How she wanted him.

He picked up the paddle and stepped behind her. She
stiffened her muscles, anticipating the coming swat, but he teased her, running
the studs over her ass until she relaxed.

When the first smack came, she didn’t expect it. She lurched
against her bonds and moaned. She cried out at the second, pled at the third.

But he was ruthless, spanking her ass from every angle, from
the side, from the bottom, at the tops of her thighs. She writhed and cried
out. Heat radiated from her skin. She loved it.

When he finally stopped, she was breathless, panting. She
thought he would start in on her again then, stroking her and playing with her
and making her beg for release—God knew she was close—but he didn’t.

Instead, he turned on the TV.

Bella boggled. Her heart stuttered.

The TV? For heaven’s sake.

Anger churned in her gut. If he thought she was going to
stand here like this—naked like this, wide open like this—while he watched a
football game, he had another think coming. She steamed in silence as he
fiddled with the remote. She was about to open her mouth and blast him with her
fury when he found what he wanted. And…

Oh dear.

An illicit scene, beguiling sounds, flooded the room. Her
pulse thudded. Her womb seized. Arousal swelled and dribbled from her pussy.

It was a porno. But a porno unlike any she’d ever seen. How
many hours had she spent curled in his lap on that overstuffed couch watching
sexy movies with him and sucking him off? She’d seen everything in his
collection.

She’d never seen this one. She knew it immediately. Because
if she’d ever seen this one, she would have remembered it.

As hot and aroused as she was, the first scene of this
film—featuring a brawny Dom punishing a quivering sub—made her even more
frantic. She moaned and thrust her pussy forward, begging without words as the
two played out their decadent desires on the large high-def screen. Each time
the strap fell on that bound slave, Bella winced. Each command from his tight,
hard mouth made her wetter.

She couldn’t take it. She couldn’t. She squeezed her eyes
shut.

“Open them, Bella.” She jumped at Tae’s voice, though it was
whispered in her ear. “Watch.”

A sound that could have been a whimper escaped her but she
obeyed. She watched the film. Watched and wept. For even as she stared at the
screen, even as she listened to the sighs and cries flooding the room, Tae
worked her. He stood behind her, running agonizing trails over her neck, her
shoulder, her belly, her burning ass. He caressed her thighs, her calves, the
ball of her foot—everywhere.

Everywhere but the places that burned, ached for him.

He made his way up her body to her breasts, cupped them,
thumbed a nipple. “You like this, don’t you?” When she didn’t respond, he
pinched them, sending shards of pleasure to her core.

“Y-yes.”

He rubbed her slit, but gently, barely. When he drew his
finger around her throbbing nub, he was careful not to touch.

She lurched and writhed and tried desperately to make
contact. She could not. He wouldn’t allow it. Frustration swamped her. “Tae.”
She panted. “Please.”

He sighed and backed away. She ached at his absence. “Bella,
Bella. When are you going to learn? When you’re wearing my collar, you’re my
slave. I’m your Master.”

Immediately she realized what she’d done. She’d called him
Tae. “I’m sorry, Master,” she cried. “I’m sorry. Please punish me.” She wanted
that. She wanted him to punish her and punish her…and then fuck her.

“Oh, I will.” But he didn’t step to the table. He didn’t
pick up the paddle or the strap or any of the other toys she was drooling over.
Instead, he headed for the stairs.

As he walked away, panic flared. “Where are you going?”

Again, he frowned. Shook his head. She shouldn’t have asked
and she knew it. But she couldn’t help herself. “Just watch the movies.”

“Movies?” As in more than one?

He nodded. “There are three in the queue. I’ll be back when
they’re done.” And, heaven help her, he left.

He left, and he switched off the light.

She remained there in the darkened slave cave, bound to the
rack and forced to watch—and listen to—all her wildest sexual fantasies playing
out on an enormous screen.

And she couldn’t come.

* * * * *

When Tae returned, Bella was sobbing and twitching and
fruitlessly undulating her hips as the last scene of the decadent movies played
out on the screen. And God, he wanted her. He wanted nothing more than to bury
his cock in her cunt and fuck her mindless.

But then he’d wanted her like that all night. It had taken
everything in him to wait until that hint of dawn crept over the horizon.

Why he’d decided on a full night of torment, he didn’t know.
He’d certainly never be doing it again.

Hell, it had nearly killed him.

He didn’t turn on the lights, keeping the cave dark as he
made his way over to the rack. Bella saw him coming and warbled a moan. She
mouthed the word,
Please
.

Oh yeah. He’d please her. He’d make her come so many times
she wouldn’t know when one orgasm ended and another started. He’d make sure of
it.

He unhooked her feet first and then freed her wrists. She
collapsed into his arms. He lifted her and carried her to the couch, murmuring
into her ear what a good slave she was and how beautiful she was. How patient
she’d been.

When he set her on the cool leather, she groaned. Her hand
moved toward her cunt but then she caught his warning look. She separated her
swollen lips, revealing her clit.

“Please, Master?” she whispered.

Tae was on his knees in a second. He knelt before her,
between her legs, and licked his way up her thigh. God, she was sweet. The
thick cream from her cunt—evidence of hours of arousal—coated her skin,
saturated it with her scent. As he came closer to her slit, she wiggled beneath
him.

He shot her a warning glance and she froze. “Open wider.”

She did and he leaned in, drew in her essence. God, he loved
her. He loved the way she smelled, the way she responded so sweetly. The soft
velvet of her skin.

He licked her. Slipped his tongue between the folds of her
cunt and dabbed at her clit. She came. It was a small orgasm but he knew the
look, the sigh, the feel of it.

But that wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want a little
orgasm from her, not after what she’d endured. So he licked again. And again.
He ignored her shudders and coos, ignored the hand fisting in his hair, the
legs twining around his shoulders.

He bent lower and licked her asshole, dabbing at it until
she groaned. Then he drew his tongue up her slit, dabbing it into her cunt as
he passed. She moaned at that. And then he came to her clit again, sucked it,
nuzzled and nibbled and nipped.

He slipped a finger into her cunt and fucked her with it.
She twitched and quivered and pleaded. He added another and a third. He plucked
at her clit as he massaged her inner walls. Tight shivers heralded her coming
climax. Her voice rose in keening desperation. The heat between them built.

Ah, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to be in her. His
cocked ached with a maddening intensity. But this was about her. Her pleasure.
And…

Her cunt tightened around him. Cream oozed out as she closed
her walls on his questing digits. Her expression glazed over. Her breath came
in pants. “Tae. Please. Fuck me.”

This time he did not chasten her for using his name. That
kind of discipline had long been wrung from him. He simply didn’t have the
control for it. Not anymore.

He levered up onto his knees, cupped her cheeks and kissed
her. “I love you, Bella,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

She glared at him and growled, “I love you too, now
fuck
me
!”

Given a command such as that, how could he resist? He could
not. With a hiss of pleasure, he released his cock, found the angle he needed
and slipped into heaven.

Pleasure rained all over him, body and soul, as he plowed in
deep. Her cunt was so tight, so wet, so hungry. She sipped at him with it in a
way that made him cross-eyed. Every single cell of his body snarled, roared
with bone-deep gratification. When he pulled out, she fought him, which
reminded him why he loved her strength so very much. He loved that sucking
resistance, those quivers, that grip.

He sank back in, unable to hold back a feral groan. It had
been a long night. A long, torturous night. Though he’d been tempted, he hadn’t
allowed himself to so much as touch his cock. So this was exquisite.