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“I think you’ve been craving this—me—for a while,” he said. “Someone to satisfy your erotic hunger, someone to push you beyond the rules, to lead your pussy intosubmission.”

He was right. I’d never put it into words, but this was the type of sexual exploration I’d been craving, something different, shocking, powerful. Something only he couldgiveme.

He paused for a moment and, keeping his fingers in me, slid his thumb up and skimmed my back entrance, a caress that had me tightening everywhere—pussy, glutes, nipples—and shiveringuncontrollably.

“I think you’ve always been pussy-driven,” Zar said in a casual tone, as if he wasn’t driving me into a sexual frenzy at this very moment. “You’re gonna be a voracious little sub when I’m done with you. I predict you’re gonna be an all-around sweet destination formycock.”

I mewled like a cat in heat. I needed him sobadly.

“But here’s my gripe with you.” He kept up his maddening rhythm. “You didn’t write any of this in your journal. Didn’t specify me training you. Didn’t mention the ropes, not even once. You didn’t writemein your journal.Whynot?”

“I…I don’t know.” I couldn’t think right now, couldn’t string any coherentthoughts.

“Answer me.” He kept his tone neutral and his thrusts even. “Tell me thetruth.”

“I…um…” I made a huge effort to concentrate. “I was afraid to admit what Iwanted.”

“Why?”

“It seemed so…obscene and…wicked.” My pussy squeezed and I keened, teetering close to coming. “I was afraid to confront what I crave, whatIneed.”

“Me.” He drove his fingers harder and faster in me. “Admit it. Youneedme.”

“Yes, Zar.” I groaned the words in an outright plea. “Please, Ineedyou.”

“I’m gonna give you what you need.” His fingers curled in my pussy, rubbing over my G-spot. “Come on, Nina. Come for me,rightnow.”

The orgasm burst out of my depths, tight and sharp, a shot of intense pleasure. I cried out, pressing my cheek to the cold metal. The release ripped through my body and wiped me out, leaving me heaving on the workbench, weak and unsteady on my quaking legs. Zar kept pressing on that treacherous spot and I kept ringing for him, shrill and loud like adoorbell.

His voice came from a galaxy far, far away. “Fuck, but you do comepretty.”

And I was still coming when Zar picked me up, still quivering in the aftermath of my climax. I closed my eyes and reeled in his arms, trying to come to terms with the pleasure that rose from the darkest partsofme.

Zar settled me on my back on the bench. The steel surface felt cold and hard against my flesh, but, frankly, I was happy to be off my feet, since my legs would no longerholdme.

“Mouth.” He tapped my lipslightly.

I opened my mouth and he put his fingers between my lips, smearing my own moisture over my tongue and palate so I could savor the taste of myarousal.

“That was nice, Nina, really nice.” He kissed me, bathing me in the warmth of his praise. “You’re a good girl and I love to hear my name when you beg. You’re gonna be the best sub a Domcouldwant.”

I sighed contentedly. Emerging from my climax, it was as if he’d plucked me right out of a rip tide and laid me out to dry in a warm Caribbeanbeach.

“Now that we’ve gotten that one out oftheway…”

My eyeswidened. “More?”

“Oh, yeah, honey, there’s more, much more.” His mouth warped into a knowing smile and his gaze smoldered. “It’s about time we gotstarted.”

Chapter23

Zar

I’d never returned from a mission to a homecoming like Nina’s. I’d volunteer to go to hell daily if she waited for me on the other side like this. It always took me hours to transition, days to let go, weeks to put the mission behind me. But today, it was different. The mission was done, even though the adrenalin keptflowing.

The wound on my back ached some, but I didn’t give a fuck. The stitches pulled as I wrapped the ropes around Nina’s ankles and then fastened them to her thighs until both her legs were bound. The frog tie was a favorite of mine. I liked the absolute control and the access it gave me. I especially loved theviews.

I struggled to keep my dominant in check. He was pounding like a savage to get out. But Nina had given me the gift of a lifetime and the key to a successful introduction to submission was control—mycontrol. The devil was in the details. I aimed to strike the right balance between rigor and pleasure. I took my time, adjusting the knots, playing with the tension, tightening the ropes as they conformed to Nina’sthighs.