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When she subsided with a little moan of frustration, Damon had already prepared the dildo. It was long and thick, with a flat-headed spur that would press against her clitoris. The shape of it ensured she wouldn’t be able to eliminate contact with it, no matter how she wriggled, especially when she was bound as she was. He lubricated the dildo and tugged on his gloves, then placed his hand on her lower back, urging her butt into the air.

“What are you going to do?” She stiffened, but he ran one finger down her labia. She shivered in delight.

“Teach you to trust me.”

She smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

“You should. Now, be silent unless you have pain or a complaint. If I have to gag you, you won’t enjoy the game.”

“Because you have plans for my mouth.”

Damon touched his fingertip to her lips again. She licked his gloved hand, then purred agreement to his scheme. He liked that she was playful and clearly enjoying herself. He caressed her back slowly and she parted her legs in surrender just as she parted those gorgeous lips.

He had to make her wear that red lipstick all the time. It was almost worn off now, just a faint stain on her lips, and it still set him on fire. He watched her touch her tongue to her lips, her pleasure as evident from her expression as from her dripping puss.

Then he dipped two fingers into the stimulating cream sold by The Phoenix. He smeared it over her labia and Shara caught her breath. She instantly became hotter and wetter, her hips grinding as he worked the cream into her every fold with his gloved hand. When he rubbed it into her clitoris, he thought she’d come off the table.

She moaned so deeply he knew it would take everything he had to not drill her senseless before the morning.

“It’s a stimulant they sell here,” he told her. “How does it feel?”

“Amazing,” she breathed. “I need a souvenir.”

“No, you need a master who will put it on you when you’re good, and satisfy you only when you’re better.”

Shara shuddered and parted her legs wider. Damon ran the head of the dildo over her labia, then nudged it against her vulva.

“It’s not you,” she whispered, as if displeased by that.

“Not yet,” he said and eased the dildo inside her. Shara was so receptive he couldn’t believe his luck. Her back arched a little as she took the length, and an enticing moan escaped from her mouth.

Then Damon put the spur against her clitoris, and she gasped.

When he turned on the vibrator embedded in it, she cried out and squirmed. The sight of her wriggling butt was nearly enough to make him come in his pants, but Damon wasn’t going to waste an orgasm.

He’d save it and make it count.

“Please!” Shara whispered, her anguish sweeter than any sound he’d heard in a long time.

“We have work to do tonight,” he said sternly. “Be still and behave, and maybe you’ll get a reward.”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe.”

“You should gag me,” she said to his surprise. “You should gag me so tightly that I can’t make more than a whimper of sound.”

“Would that make it easier to bear?”

“Yes!” she said with passion. Her hands were clenched and her toes curled as she wriggled in her bonds. He’d never seen a more tempting woman in his life. “Yes. Being bound helpless makes anything easier, even being tormented beyond human endurance.”

It wasn’t nearly that bad yet. “Then I won’t gag you. I’ll teach you to do what I command, no matter what it costs you.”

Shara moaned and bucked her hips and Damon doubted he could resist her if she did it again. “Please, Damon. Please!”

If he could have punished her, he would have done so. But his plan required her skin to be untouched, and he had to continue with his scheme.

On the other hand, he couldn’t resist her entreaty.

He got a facecloth from the washroom, knotted it around the belt from the bathrobe. “Open wide,” he commanded and she opened that mouth, so pliant and submissive to his will Damon knew this would be only the first of many such scenes.

“You’re letting me win,” she whispered with delight just before her teeth closed over the cloth.

“Trust me—it’ll be a fleeting victory.”

When she was gagged to comparative silence, Shara moaned so low and so deep he thought he might have to jerk off to complete his plan.

But Damon gritted his teeth, forced himself to think of the ultimate reward, and then began to paint.

* * *

Shara couldn’t figure out what Damon was doing to her.

She was bound helpless in his hotel room, shackled to a massage bench with a fiendishly perfect vibrator locked on her clit. There were fierce clamps on her nipples, tormenting her with a mix of anguish and pleasure with their naughty little teeth. She was blindfolded and gagged at her own request, unable to do anything to save herself and not really wanting a single detail to be different.

She knew Damon was watching her, but he was doing something else as well.

Whatever it was, it tickled. It felt wet for a moment, hot and then cold.

And then it stung a little bit. Not too much, just for a second or two before the sensation faded. He seemed to be making circles on her body with something wet, something that stung when it dried. As he worked, she felt her skin come alive. She was aware of every increment he’d touched with whatever it was. She was left tingling from head to toe, and she became even more aroused as every minute passed.

What was he doing? She understood him well enough to know he had a purpose and a plan. She felt stupid that she couldn’t figure it out.

Shara couldn’t tell how long she’d been in his room. She could hear the fan of the air conditioning unit and the rhythm of Damon’s breathing. She could feel the heat of him close beside her. Her clit was raging and she wanted him to drill her more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.

But he tormented her with more than his fleeting touch. He turned down the vibrator so it was nearly off, giving her a chance to catch her breath, then cranked it up again. She went to the cusp of release only to be cheated in the last moment, and did it more times than she could count.

And all the while, that butterfly touch continued, across her back, over her shoulders, down her arms. The tickle was on her butt, down the backs of her thighs, teasing her calves.

When she thought she couldn’t endure anymore, he blew all over her, his breath making her shiver. He unfastened the belt around her waist and she hoped that meant he was done. Instead, he turned her over, switching the corners where her ankles were secured. She almost smiled that he did it so meticulously, always keeping one leg bound, and holding her free ankle firmly in his grip. There was no chance of escape, which in a way was as much of a relief as the gag.

Damon was in complete control.

There was nothing Shara could do to influence her situation.

He would do exactly what he wanted with her.

She was amazed by how much she was loving that.

When her ankles were secured once more, he fastened the belt around her waist again, tugging it tight to secure her to the table.

“You look more at ease than you did before,” he whispered, then she felt his tongue on her nipple. His touch eased around the nipple clamp, and she felt his hand slide between the vibrator and her clit. He caught her between his fingers and squeezed slightly, not enough to make her come but enough to drive her wild. Shara moaned into the gag in protest and he laughed, his breath fanning her turgid nipple.

She knew she should have expected him to turn up the vibrator again.

She felt him watch her writhe on the table, heard him chuckle in satisfaction as she moaned, then that butterfly tickle began again on her belly. She roared frustration into the gag and he locked a possessive hand over her mouth. The weight of his palm felt fantastic, exactly what she needed.

“You’re driving me wild,” he admitted and Shara’s heart leaped at the husky tone of his voice. “I’m going to have to show you how much you like being fucked when you’re bound helpless.”

She moaned her approval of the idea, squirming in her bonds to show her enthusiasm.

“But only if you’re good until I finish this side.”

She’d never make it.

She’d never survive this.

But she had to try, if it was the only chance of relief.

* * *

Shara looked even more perfect when he was done.

Damon surveyed his handiwork, pleased with the results. He could feel her quivering with anticipation, and knew they were both looking forward to the culmination of this scene.

“You probably want to see what I’ve done,” he said and she nodded vigorously.

He removed the gag, liking how soft and swollen her lips were. He couldn’t keep himself from running a fingertip over them, rubbing them until they were reddened from his touch.

“Please,” she whispered and he removed the dildo, feeling her tremble as the stimulus was removed. Then he unfastened one ankle, removing the shackle and putting her shoe back on. He rested a fingertip on her foot and she didn’t move, clearly determined to earn her reward. When both of her shoes were on, he unfastened the belt around her waist. He unclipped the wrist shackles from the table and helped her to her feet, then locked them together behind her back. He trapped her between the table and his hips, letting her feel his arousal against her butt. She rolled her hips in an effort to tempt him that worked beautifully. When he put his gloved hand over her mouth, she arched her neck, rubbing her mouth against his palm and making a hungry sound in her throat.

He kissed her neck. “Should I gag you when I take you?”

“With leather,” she whispered. “Maybe with your gloved hand.”

“Maybe we’ll save that for the island,” he whispered. “So the others can’t find you once I’ve caught you.”

“Make it good and tight,” she said, her request making his heart pound.

He caught her head in his hand and kissed her deeply, trapping her against the table while he claimed her mouth. She wobbled on her shoes a little, but kissed him back every bit as vigorously. When he lifted his head, they were both panting. He put the leash on the nipple clamps, loving how she bit her lip in consternation but made no sound. He then lead her to the mirror by the leash, letting the tug on her red nipples guide her. He stood behind her and fitted his hands around her waist for a moment.

She looked amazing.

Then he removed the blindfold, leaving her hair tousled and wild.

Shara stared at her reflection with wide eyes and a flush rose over her cheeks. “You’ve made me look like a leopard,” she whispered, eying the dots he’d painted all over her skin.

“A wild cat,” he said with satisfaction and ran a hand over her. “Prey to be hunted and captured.”

“It’ll come off,” she protested, her gaze roving over the reflection.

“No, it’s an organic stain.” She looked at him in surprise and alarm. “It’s harmless, but doesn’t wash off. It’ll come off when your skin cells shed, like a tan.”

“But I’ll be marked like this for weeks!”

“Yes.” Damon couldn’t hide his delight at the prospect. There was more to it than he’d told her, but the surprise could wait.

Shara spun to face him, her eyes flashing. “You had no right…”

He tugged the leash fastened to the nipple clamps and she fell silent, her gaze mutinous. “I had
every
right. You chose me to hunt you and do whatever I wanted to you. I wanted this.” He surveyed her and smiled. “And now, I want you to suck me off with that beautiful mouth.”

“What about what I want?”

“You have to earn it.”

Her eyes flashed with defiance, but Damon was ready. He caught her up and cast her over the massage table, hooking the nipple leash to the far side. She cried out and he gagged her with the washcloth once more, watching her squirm with pleasure.

“Naughty Shara,” he said, keeping his voice low as she flailed. “It seems you’ll have to be punished after all.”

He shed his pants in one fluid movement, and lubricated himself quickly. He caught her pelvis in his hands and lifted her butt. She parted her legs immediately, arching her back and inviting him inside.

But he wasn’t going where she wanted him to be.

He put the lubricant on her anus, and she cried out in frustration, guessing he would deny her. He eased into her anus, taking it in easy increments, feeling her shock. He grabbed her ankles and held her still, guessing she’d never done this before. “I’m going to leave you itching for release,” he growled. “I’m going to use you for my own pleasure, keep you awake all night, but leave you unsatisfied. That’s what happens to those who are bad.”

She moaned in protest even as he buried himself inside her. He flexed his hands, gripping her ankles more tightly, and moved slowly. She was exquisitely tight.

“You’re mine,” he told her. “And tonight is your first lesson in what that means.” She lifted her hips slightly, inviting him to take more, and Damon smiled.

Shara was exactly the right choice for him. She was learning very well indeed.

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