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When he lifted his head, a thousand years later, she panted in relief.

Then he put the clamp on her clitoris. Shara nearly went to the moon. It was both confining and thrilling.

“That should help a little,” Damon murmured against her ear. “You won’t be able to come while it’s on.” He arched a brow and pressed his lips against her skin. “Maybe I’ll never take it off.”

Shara couldn’t imagine how she’d survive that. The pressure was tight enough to make her twitch. She felt her hips come off the ground as she bucked, wanting only for him to put her out of her misery.

“And I thought you’d last two days and nights,” he chided, his eyes dancing so much Shara knew he’d intended to push her over the edge.

Catch and release. How many times would they do this?

He touched her with his hand then, his fingers running over her labia and into her sex so relentlessly Shara thought she’d lose her mind. She wasn’t sure how long he teased her, but everything else faded from her world. There was only the insistent tug of the three clamps and Damon’s beguiling touch. She was dangerously close to coming, and starting to consider the merit of being set free again, when he stopped.

“I don’t have to wait,” he murmured, his manner more intent than it had been. “I don’t have to wait to savor my prize.” He eased a condom over his erection as she watched. He was huge and hard, and he caught his breath as he smoothed on the sheath. So, he was excited, too. That was good. Shara wanted him to drill her hard, to fill her and bang her and drive her over the edge.

He added a cock ring, one with a French tickler on it, and Shara moaned in anticipation. The man was going to drive her insane.

Damon moved between her thighs again, his eyes glittering as he surveyed her. “I like having you as my prize,” he murmured. “How long will you hold out, Shara? Long enough to convince me to keep you?”

She moaned agreement, then he was sliding inside her. He was thick enough to stretch her wide, big enough to fill her. He reached between them and removed the clamp on her clitoris, driving the knob on the French tickler against her. Shara arched her back and moaned so deeply he had to feel it.

Damon chuckled, settling himself inside her but not moving. “Nice and tight,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Just as I’d hoped.”

Something tinkled and Shara looked to see him lifting a fine chain. He fastened one end of it to one nipple clamp, then to the other. It looked like the leash he’d used the night before. The cool metal pooled on her chest for a moment, then he lifted the other end. “If you were my pet, I’d make you wear this under your clothes,” he threatened and the idea sent a jolt though Shara.

But that was nothing to the surge of sensation when Damon took the end of the leash in his teeth. He reared back so the chain was taunt and the clamps tugged on her nipples. Shara was in such glorious anguish that when he started to move inside her, she knew she couldn’t last. She might have thrashed and tried to pull away, but the leash meant she had to remain almost motionless to minimize the tug on her nipples.

Damon knew it too.

He’d probably planned it.

He watched her as he moved inside her, and she was forced to remain still, to fight the rising tumult. He drove hard into her, grinding against her clitoris, possessing her so thoroughly Shara feared no other man would ever compete. Her heart was racing, her breath was coming quickly. She was captive and claimed and loving every bit of it.

She watched his breathing hitch, and saw his excitement rise. He moved faster, as if wanting to leave his mark upon her and dropped the leash. He lowered himself over her and kissed her throat as if he’d claim her very soul. His need pushed Shara over the edge and she cried out into the gag in surrender, trying to call his name. Damon drove deep inside her and surrendered to his own orgasm, Shara’s puss locking around him as she came and came and came. They rocked together in mutual pleasure until they were left trembling and panting together.

Damon ran a hand over Shara’s head, his satisfaction more than clear. “Kismet,” he murmured, then kissed the tip of her nose. “You’ve earned a sleep before I set you free, you naughty pet.”

He took something from his gear and Shara’s heart skipped when she saw it was a thin leather collar. It didn’t have a buckle but a lock, and was a fixed length. He slid it around her neck and fastened it with a click. He eased his finger beneath it, checking that it didn’t constrict her breathing, but Shara realized it wouldn’t come off either. Like the shackles, it was a perfect fit. She shivered at his obvious preparation and he smiled.

“Mine,” he murmured and the delicious shiver slid all the way down to her puss.

Damon had a plan and this seduction had been part of it. Even her surrender had been part of it. The night before had been a part of his plan, too. The spots were a part of it. Shara didn’t know all of Damon’s scheme but she didn’t care.

She already liked it and him.

In fact, she trusted him.

She thought about what he’d said about kismet and knew he was right. She was ready for more from him, but she knew she’d get more when he decided it was time. That was fine by Shara. In fact, she could get used to living with a man like this.

Kismet.

Her heart skipped a beat at the prospect of wearing the chain under her clothes while she shopped on a Saturday at home, maybe at that same grocery store. She liked the idea of a naughty secret. She liked the idea of spending weekends, nights, and maybe large chunks of her life being hunted and seduced by Damon. She smiled as she dozed and he cleaned up, because Damon didn’t have to know she was his for the taking just yet.

No, they had forty-eight glorious hours for him to stake his claim more thoroughly.

Kismet could wait.

Chapter Four

Steele was surprised by how aroused he was.

Once upon a time, not that long before, he’d been a straight vanilla kind of guy. He liked sex and he liked a lot of it, but he hadn’t had much interest in costumes and games. Athena had taught him differently, by showing him how hot games of sensual power could be.

He’d intended to find out what Amy knew about the coffin being shipped to Windswept, and it had seemed natural to use the tools of The Phoenix to convince her to talk. He’d thought it a means to an end, an easy way to get through to her with the games she understood.

But now he stood in one of the dungeons in the basement of the townhouse that was the location of The Phoenix, and savored the fact no one knew Amy was his captive, or that she was bound helpless here. He’d really liked carrying her captive over his shoulder through the house, but he liked that her capture was a secret even better. He’d had to time his abduction perfectly to coordinate with one of Athena’s absences, as well as to ensure no one working in the house would see them. He’d fucked with cameras and locks, ensuring the house couldn’t rat on him either. It hadn’t been simple to arrange, and he took pride in how well he’d done it.

And now she was secured in a soundproof dungeon for the two days and nights of her break, a room not scheduled or booked for another week.

That opened tempting possibilities. What if Amy didn’t show up for work in two days? What if he kept her longer? Steele had never considered such games before his time at The Phoenix, but the possibilities made his cock throb.

The part that pushed him over the edge was Amy really liked it, too. He’d made sure she knew it was him, and he’d been able to smell her wet puss as he carried her through the halls. There was no mistaking her arousal when he stripped off the sheath that encased her body and bound her in position.

She was slick and wet, hot and welcoming.

He’d shackled her ankles to a spreader bar, then bound her wrists together behind her back. He’d secured those shackles to a chain hanging from the ceiling of the dungeon, adjusting the length so she could rock but not move very far. He kept her gagged for the moment, and let her watch him as he chose a hood for her.

“Leather or velvet?” he asked, holding up the two options. Her eyes flashed and she squirmed furiously, only making herself look more enticing. “Neither?” he asked. She shook her head. He put the hoods aside, then crouched in front of her, looking her right into the eye. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were sparkling. The scent of her puss filled the dungeon, nearly driving him crazy.

“You have two days off,” he said softly. “No one expects you to be anywhere but in your room, which is locked as if you
were
there.” He smiled. “In fact, I took the liberty of recording several sequences of you in your room, reading and sleeping etc., and looping them into a digital recording that is playing, even now. If anyone checks the camera’s feed, it will look as if you are there.”

Amy’s eyes widened.

“Yes, it’s a good trick. Even better, you’re mine.”

She made a sound in her throat, either of protest or query.

“I want to know everything you know about The Phoenix moving people around the world. I want to find any evidence of human trafficking, and you’re going to help me.”

Amy shook her head and frowned, impatient with the very idea.

“But I’m not going to let you tell me anything for a while yet.” He glanced over her. “First I’m going to enjoy you.”

He straightened, hearing how she caught her breath. His cock was huge and thumping with need. He chose a leather paddle from the array of choices offered to the dungeon master. “I think you should be punished for breaking so many rules here at The Phoenix. First you hacked into their computer systems. Then you defied Rex.” He glanced at her. “You even tricked Rex.” He slapped the leather against his gloved palm. “And you’ve been wagging that cute little butt all over the place, tempting everyone. I think it’s time, Amy, that you understood that you are not in charge.”

Her eyes flashed with defiance and she struggled, but Steele only chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have lots of time to change your mind. You think you have two days off, but this room isn’t booked for a while. You might fail to show up after your holiday.”

Amy shouted into the gag, clearly outraged, but Steele smiled. “Now then, why don’t you show me what a good little submissive you are? Arch that back and raise that butt. I want you to invite each blow, then wiggle, begging me for more.”

Amy growled, but she arched her back. The sound of leather smacking her ass was very satisfying, but the way she wiggled her butt and arched it again, inviting the next blow, was even more so.

Steele would spank her pink, drill her at least once, and then maybe, just maybe, give her a chance to talk. He had a feeling he was really going to enjoy Amy’s days off.

* * *

As he dozed, Damon thought about the trap Jared had sprung. He hadn’t set it and obviously Jared hadn’t set it. Shara had released Jared from the net, so it seemed unlikely she’d set the trap.

Which left Neil as the most likely person responsible.

But who had he planned to trap?

It wouldn’t have been crazy to set a trap like that for Shara, although Damon couldn’t see how the plan would ultimately succeed. Obviously, if she’d triggered it and been snared in the net, she would have cried out. That would have alerted himself and Jared, and their arrival would have complicated Neil claiming his trophy.

Well, it would have complicated a slow and thorough seduction, such as one Damon would have planned, but maybe Neil liked it hard and fast.

Did Shara?

Distracted from his train of thought by the possibilities, Damon watched her sleep beside him. He felt tremendous satisfaction to have her naked and gagged beside him, still stretched out and shackled. The collar was the perfect touch, as was his impulsive suggestion that he’d make her wear bonds under her clothes if they continued the game. The best part was she loved it. His cock hardened again, and he ran his hand over her. She practically purred in her sleep, stretching beneath his hand to prolong the contact. Her eyes opened sleepily and she watched him, her pleasure more than clear.

Damon was going to release Shara so he could catch her again, but maybe he’d take her one more time first. He had a feeling no matter how many times he claimed her, it would never be enough. There was something thrilling about the way her eyes flashed, the way she enjoyed the scene as much as he did.

It would have to be different, though. Variety was the spice of life, after all.

He got a coil of heavy jute rope from his gear, liking how she watched him and caught her breath. He then unfastened the zipper that closed the end of the tent, fanning the flap as if they needed a bit of air. Her gaze flicked to the opening, and back to him, and he knew she meant to make a run for it.

There was more than one way to play catch and release.

Damon sat beside her and noticed how her nipples had already beaded in anticipation. He let the rope fall over her, so the rough weight of it was piled against her skin. This piece was about eight feet long and the rope was about two inches thick. It looked savage against her skin.

Exactly the kind of rope a hunter would use to truss a wild animal.

He pushed one end beneath Shara, sliding it so the ends he held were about the same length. He knotted the rope around her waist, again making sure it wasn’t too tight. It was restrictive and she wouldn’t be able to escape it, but it wouldn’t hurt her either. Her breathing was coming more quickly and her eyes were wide. He straddled her again, holding her captive between his thighs, and when she wriggled, he thought about taking her hard and fast.

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