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“Don’t move.”

Her eyes flew open and she returned to her former position, gripping the headboard.

“No not you,” he told his brother. “Who? My sub… What is this? Twenty questions? It’s Tempest, okay?”

He frowned as Ryan apparently said something he didn’t like.

“Yes, I know what I’m doing. Look, lay off the baby brother routine. We’re fine.
I’m
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think I’d be stranded if the truck had died in St. Ignace? We’re north of that. Off one twenty three, on the way to Tahquamenon. In the middle of nowhere…”

Propping the phone on his shoulder, he lifted a small, black carryall from the group of luggage he’d dropped at the door and set it on the end of the bed.

“Well, yeah it’s pretty here,” he licked his bottom lip, eyeing Tempest in a way that made her think perhaps he was talking about her. No man had ever made her feel so good…so confident.

Touch me now
, she wanted to scream.
I need you.

The sound of the bag’s zipper tensed her nerve endings. His gaze told of surprises inside and a moment later, he confirmed the promise. Excitement winged through her as he withdrew two long strips of red fabric and smiling an evil grin, walked toward the head of the bed. Her cleft flooded as he bound her hands in place, ensuring that she wouldn’t move from her position. She was his, helpless to escape. Like she’d even want to.

He splayed his fingers over her neck, claiming her silently. She whimpered unable to stop as she pressed into him in answer. “Please,” she mouthed.

He raised an eyebrow, reminding her she was not in charge. He was the Dom. He was in charge. She was his pleasure. At his command. His knuckles dragged down her arm and over the slope of her breast. Slowly, he rolled her erect nipple between his fingers. Bending forward, he flattened his tongue over it, catching the tip with his piercing. Tempest fought back a moan. She could hear the indistinct rumble of Ryan’s voice as he continued to talk and she knew he’d hear any sound she made.

Josh molded her other breast, taunting the flesh as he continued to answer his brother noncommittally and torment her with his mouth. Tremors flew through her, amplified by her battle to remain silent. Still, her tormented gasps seemed to explode around her.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip and she squeezed her eyes closed. It made no difference. His sharp, masculine scent filled her senses. The ring in his nipple scuffed 56

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her belly as he played her. She wanted to feel the tiny barbells on the underside of his cock as he drove into her again. Hell, she wanted to investigate them with her tongue.

He chuckled at something Ryan said—or was it at her struggle? The wood spindles bit into her hands as she clutched them. Each draw of his mouth seemed to tug at an invisible line between her breasts and her pussy. He sucked and her body clenched. He nipped and her body clenched. He…
breathed
and her body clenched.

She started to shudder as her release reached its pinnacle. One “step” and she’d be there, careening to the valley of satiation.

“I need to go,” he told his brother and snapped shut the phone.

Finally. She parted her thighs a bit further.

“You’re very naughty,” he chastised. “Naughty subs don’t get rewarded.”

“Josh…no,” she pleaded. Oh God, she couldn’t stand it if he left her like this.

“What should I do with you, naughty sub?”

“Fuck me,” she offered.

“I don’t think so.” He stood over her, his muscular arms crossed over his magnificent chest. “I have a flogger with me, but I think you’d enjoy that too much.”

Opening his pants, he stroked his large hand over his cock. With firm strokes, he drew a glistening droplet to the tip.

Tempest licked her lips, wanting nothing more than to taste him. Okay, that wasn’t true. She wanted him deep inside her.

He smoothed his thumb over the tip. “You want this?”

She nodded, almost unable to speak past the “Yes,” she managed.

“Hmm, that’s too bad. I’d like that, you know. But since you’ve been so naughty.”

“Please, Master,” she begged falling into the play. “Let me please you. I’m sorry.”

He chuckled. “I doubt that.”

Frantically, she shifted on the bed, the inner walls of her pussy contracting wildly.

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slightly as she stared at his hand moving over his erection and her own hand restlessly stroked the wood spindle she held. He’d be as hard as the wood, yet softer. Her fingers itched to encircle him Damn it she needed him and he knew it. He knew what sweet torture this was for her.

Moisture dripped from her cleft, trickling along the crease of her ass. He’d slide so easily into her, even with the metal posts tracking the length of his cock. She shifted, drawing her knees together to relieve some of her arousal.

More of his fluid escaped the tiny slit on his cock, getting on his fingers. He rubbed it on her belly. “I love watching your muscles roll as you fight your need,” he told her, trailing the pad of his thumb around her navel. She groaned as his touch trailed to her pussy, slowly he rubbed her clit.

“Oh God, Josh,” she cried.

“Who?” he asked.

Confused, she stared at him. “Master,” she said, finally. “Please.”

He slipped a finger inside her and she almost came from relief. Her aching tissues closed around it, begging for more. Agitated, she thrust her hips toward him, but he pulled back before she found any true reprieve from the desire pulling taut her nerve-endings.

Slowly, he traced the path of moisture to her ass. “When was the last time you were fucked here, Tempest?” he asked hoarsely.

Her bottom instinctively clenched. There? Forever ago. She wasn’t even sure she could. But for him, she’d try. She needed him anyway she could get him. “When was the last time you were there?” she asked. Sudden shyness fell over her. How boring and unsophisticated would he find her now?

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flushed cheeks, the pink staining down her neck and on to her chest. Her tousled blonde hair spread around her head like a damaged halo. Her eyes glazed, her arms tied over her head, she waited for his pleasure.

He dipped his finger into her cunt again and dragged away her lubricant. Slowly, he pushed it against her puckered hole. Slowly, ever so slowly, he gained entrance.

Fiery heat surrounded his fingertip, tempting him to rush. He knew better. If either of them was to gain pleasure here, he couldn’t hurry. Tempest moaned, her mouth moving with incoherent words as she squeezed shut her eyes.

“Feels…good,” she gasped. “Let me go so I can get in the right position.”

“No, like this,” he insisted. He liked taking a woman from behind as much as the next guy, but he wanted—no needed—to see Tempest’s face as he sank inside her to the balls. Reaching to the head of the bed, he grabbed two of the fat pillows and slid them beneath her hips.

The case where he’d stowed some of his gear, still lay on the end of the bed. Less than an arm’s length away. Quickly, he retrieved a tube of lube and a condom. In a moment, he was ready and perched at the entrance to her nether passage. A single quiver shot down his thighs as tension held him tight. He needed in.

“If you want me to stop,” he said, “Say—”

“I won’t. Please J-Master. I need you. Please.”

“Fuck, Tempest,” he swore.

“Please,” she whispered, lifting her hips slightly and pressing her opening to his tip. Her movement forced him inside. The initial band of muscles cinched around the head, taking him to hell. Or was it heaven? At times like this, the line between was too thin. His body was a miasma of pure sensation.

“More,” she panted.

“Wait. I don’t want to hurt you,” he answered through gritted teeth. How humiliating would it be to come when he’d barely gotten inside her?

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“Don’t care. Need all of you. Please.”

Driven by her need, he shoved forward while she screamed. It was as if his body wasn’t his. It was hers. A machine reacting to her need. But he wasn’t. He knew better.

Desperately, he clutched for his retreating control.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he muttered. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Horrified guilt tore at him. What had he done?

“No. Good. It’s good,” she told him. Unbelievably, she arched. “More. Again.

Please, Master, please…”

She was so tight. The squeeze was almost too much. He waited, breathing shallowly, praying, counting the gouges in the wall above the headboard… Bit by infinitesimal bit she relaxed around him.

And he moved. Drugging pleasure clutched him while her body clutched his cock so tightly he might never get it back. He didn’t want it back. She felt too good. Grasping her hips, he drove into her. His thumbs pulled at the fleshy lips hiding her cleft and opened her to him. The dark, sensual scent of her filled him while he rubbed against her clit with every thrust.

Tempest writhed. Screaming, begging, Oh-my-Godding, she stiffened. Her tight nipples pushed toward the ceiling as her orgasm claimed them and her nails added more gouges to the wall. Her passage clamped down on his shaft. He couldn’t hold back. With two violent thrusts, he came.

Nothing.
Nothing
would ever come close to Tempest beneath him.

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Tempest woke to the smell of coffee. The room smelled of sex too though they’d showered sometime in the night. A moment later, the sensation of her stomach eating its way to her backbone attacked. How late was it? They must have slept for a while if her gnawing hunger was any indication. Well, lack of food wouldn’t hurt her. Still she needed something soon or she’d take a bite out of the hunk stretched beside her.

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She grinned. She might anyway… He looked so good.

Content in the moment, she rolled toward him, curling her arm over his chest and resting her chin on her hand. Idly, she reached out and traced the black tribal tattoo banding his arm with her fingertip. All the Doms in his family had a similar band. And while most people—like her—would consider it merely tribal symbols, it was actually some ancient language she couldn’t dream of comprehending.

“Keeper of the temple,” he murmured, signaling he’d woken just before his arm looped around her waist. Her finger moved again and he continued reciting the meaning of the symbols. “Owner of the treasure. Protector of the spirit.”

Toying with the tiny, gold ring in the nipple beside his tattoo, she turned her cheek to her hand and gazed up at him. “You’re not keeping the temple very well. Your treasure is starving.”

He snorted and smacked her behind. “But the spirit is obviously fine.”

She made a dramatic sound of suffering, as shimmering heat flooded to every part of her. “For now… Much longer and I may sink into a decline.”

“Oh we can’t have that.” He shifted from beneath her and climbed out of the bed.

“Okay, up with you. Since Marv’s in no hurry to fix the truck, let’s see what we can find in town. Grizzly Adams told me how to take the shortcut through the woods.”

“Who?” She bit her lip as she watched the muscles contract in Josh’s ass while he moved. The man was perfection walking. Why would he want her? Disgusted with herself, she shoved the thought away. Obviously, he did and that should be good enough for her. He’d never once mentioned a problem with her appearance. It was always her obsession.

Maybe it was time to figure out how to get over that. It would certainly make her happier.

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desk. Hey!” He turned, crossing his arms over his chest. “I thought you were starving.

Aren’t you getting up?”

“I’m enjoying the view. Turn around again.”

His brows drew together but his stern look was ruined by his amused smile.

Returning to the bed, he knelt over her and bracketed her body with his arms and legs.

“You’re a very naughty sub.
Still.
I should have punished you earlier. Get up or I’ll spank you and put you in a corner.”

“Promise?” she giggled as he got up again. She hadn’t felt this sort of euphoria in…eight years. Despite her teasing, she too got up and crossed to her luggage, acutely aware of the new aches in her body. She couldn’t help her smile. Each twinge marked her as his. And she liked it.

Quickly, she grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt along with some of the sinful lingerie he’d picked out for her. What had he said?
You have no idea what it does to me to
know you’re wearing the bra and panties I selected for you.
It did a little something for her too. Her womb gave a little quiver at the remembered words.

“No time for a shower. We’ll take one when we get back.”

“I really need one to wake up. I feel like I’ve done nothing but have sex for hours,”

she protested.

“Haven’t you?”

True, but she didn’t want the world to know it. She had to look completely debauched. Oh, who cared? It wasn’t like she’d see these people again after tomorrow.

If Josh said no, it was no. He was in charge. “I’ve done more than that. I made coffee,”

she offered weakly.

“You weren’t supposed to get out of bed,” he gently reminded.

There was that… Without another word, she slipped into her clothes, acutely aware of his eyes on her. If she’d had a little more confidence, she might have tried to be sexy.

Instead she put on the garments as quickly as possible. She tugged at the hem of her 62