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She’d grounded me and now I was fully in control of myself.

She’d given that back to me, it was all her.

I dropped the flogger on the carpet.

Now it was time to really get started.

29

Zara

I lay suspended in darkness, my hands and feet tied, a gag in my mouth. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, all I could do was feel. Every physical sensation was heightened. I was trembling and so sensitive I could feel even the slightest movements of the air on my skin.

There was a pressure between my thighs, an intense ache, a pulsing desperate hunger just on the edge of pain. My nipples throbbed, the tightness of the clamps making the hunger jagged and sharp.

I was helpless. Completely and utterly helpless and yet after that first burst of apprehension as he’d shown me the toys he was going to use on me, I wasn’t afraid. His voice was my anchor, his touch binding me as securely as the cuffs around my wrists and ankles.

It was so strange. He could do anything he wanted to me, anything at all, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. I wouldn’t be able to fight or even run. I should be terrified and instead I felt secured. Held as if I was in his arms. Safe.

The short, sharp shocks of the flogger had been like lightning strikes, coming out of nowhere and hitting me in places I didn’t expect. It had stung and yet still, I hadn’t been afraid. The sting of it had amplified the need inside me, the pain becoming something I wanted because it felt good. The very opposite to the blows my father had given me. Those he’d dealt out to hurt me, to demonstrate his power over me, to make me feel weak and small, a victim.

But Fox dealt out pain to make me feel good. To make me feel strong. To give me pleasure, and that made all the difference.

So, I didn’t fight him and I didn’t fight the sensations rolling through me, I gave myself up to them, I gave myself up to him, trusting that he would only give me what I could handle and nothing that I couldn’t.

He’d told me I would only get pleasure from his hands and that had been true this whole time.

It was still true.

I heard a thump on the floor and then the pillow dipped as I felt him put his hands on either side of my head. I could also feel the warmth of his body as he leaned over me, my skin stinging.

“You handled that very satisfactorily.” His voice was cool, but his breath against the side of my neck was hot, and I shivered uncontrollably as I felt the brush of his mouth against my throat. “Good, little sub. Very good indeed.”

Then came the rough scrape of his tongue as he licked me, down from my throat and between my breasts, making me shudder as he circled one throbbing nipple. My skin was so hot that his tongue felt cool as he licked around the clamp, sending an intense, biting pleasure along all my nerve endings. The pressure between my legs grew and grew.

I’d stopped trying to anticipate what his next move would be and there was a freedom in that. This was for me. All of this was for me.

He took advantage of my helplessness, his mouth moving down my body, licking my stomach and then nipping at the insides of my thighs. I moaned, pulling desperately on the restraints, shifting my hips to direct his wicked tongue to my clit, where I needed it most. But he gripped my hips all of a sudden, pinning me to the mattress. “Keep still,” he said icily. “You don’t get to make demands, little sub. You only get what I choose to give you and if you keep up with that nonsense, you’ll get nothing. Understand me?”

I nodded frantically, going still, my breathing coming in short, fast pants.

There was a silence.

Then he said, “Good.” And tugged on the chain that connected the nipple clamps, the resulting pleasure/pain making me scream inarticulately against the gag.

He let go, the pressure mercifully releasing, then I heard him move around the bed. “Beautiful sub,” he murmured, his cold voice laced with heat. “You’re very strong and I know this about you. I know you’re stubborn too, so let’s test that out, shall we? Remember what I said about not coming until I tell you.” The direction of his voice changed until I knew he was standing down the end of the bed, between my legs, spread and held wide by the cuffs around my ankles. One warm hand settled on my thigh and then something cool slid into my slick sex, pushing in deep. The vibrator.

I jerked against my restraints, moaning helplessly into the gag as my inner muscles clamped hungrily around it, the friction almost tipping me over the edge then and there.

“Now,” he went on. “If you come before I tell you to, you will be punished. Let’s find out how long you can hold out.”

Then he turned the vibrator on.

I wailed as the pulsing rhythm started, seeming to consume my whole world. Pleasure began its relentless build, making me writhe as much as my bound hands and feet would allow. Moans vibrated against the gag in my mouth, the darkness behind the blindfold shot through with bright, glittering lights.

I was teetering on the edge already, desperate for him to let me come, and really, it was a good job he’d gagged me, because if not, I’d be begging him to give the word. As it was, all I could do was make choked noises and tremble and shake.

He’d know how close I was. He’d know. And clearly, he was going to push me to my limit, the bastard, because all he said was, “Such a good sub.” His voice was close, the ice laced with warm approval and I latched on to the deep timbre of it, an anchor in the storm of pleasure sweeping through me, stopping me from going under.