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All his androids had been trained beneath
his careful watch. BDSM was not a lifestyle he wished to live, but every once
in while it was fucking hot and he’d played plenty. He couldn’t wait to see Gia
bound for his pleasure.

“Put your hands behind your back.” When she
complied, he loosened the tie around his waist, pulling the strap from its
constraints as he shrugged and the robe dropped to the floor. He stepped behind
her, watching the tremor that shook her entire body as the silk of his sash
snaked across her wrists. He tied them loosely before moving around her. Naked
and standing before her, he couldn’t wait to feel her hot, wet mouth on him.
The thought made his cock jerk with anticipation. It didn’t help when her gaze
grew stormy with need and her tongue slid sensually between her lips.

You’re killing me, baby.
Legs shoulder-width apart, he inhaled and inched his hips closer.
“Touch me.”

Resting on her knees, she raised her gaze
to meet his in a heated exchange that stole the chill from the evening breeze.
She leaned forward, her lips parting. Achingly slow, she flattened her tongue
against his hardness and licked from his sac along his pulsing vein. Sparks of
fire followed the warm, moist sensation. When she swept over the sensitive
crown, he hissed a breath.

Her eyes sparkled with laughter, and he
knew she knew that control was illusory. It could change hands in a mere
heartbeat.

“Again.” Marc didn’t have to repeat himself
as she caressed another long path, and then took the crown into her mouth,
sucking. He took a step backward. One, because the thrill of her mouth moving
on him was almost too much for him to endure, and two… “I did not give you
permission to take me into your mouth. You have earned a punishment. Stand.”

She furrowed her brows, frowning as she
pushed to her feet. “Punishment? I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Hell. Yes. That was exactly what he wanted.
Her talented mouth teasing him until he couldn’t take it anymore, but tonight
was for fulfilling her fantasy.

Marc didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he
worked at untying her and then positioned himself before her once more.

“The directive was for you to touch my
cock, not take me into your mouth. From this point on, you must ask to speak
and earn the right to pleasure me. Now go inside and lie upon the bed.”

She pinched her lips together and fought
the smile surfacing but he glimpsed it before she turned and walked through the
open French doors. As he watched her naked hips sway seductively, his heart
skipped a beat. He had never seen a more exquisite woman. Taking a deep,
calming breath, he stepped inside.

Lying on her back, her mahogany hair surrounded
her like a halo. She had one arm tucked beneath a pillow, the other by her
side. One knee was bent, giving him a bird’s-eye view of the treasure between
her thighs. Moist, pink flesh he couldn’t wait to taste. He stood at the
footboard of the four-poster bed a little longer before he turned and
disappeared into the adjoining room. Rummaging through one of his suitcases, he
located three silk ropes and a set of nipple clamps he hid in the palm of his
hand. Without delay, he returned to find her exactly the way he’d left her.

Gia glanced at the bindings he held. If the
sight of them moved her, her expression gave no hint. Her breasts rose with a
deep breath. She didn’t make a sound as he circled her ankle with one of the
ropes. When he gave the end a gentle pull her legs parted. A sharp intake was
the only sign of anxiety she revealed. Once fastened high on the bedpost, so
her leg was raised midway off the bed, he did the same to her other ankle,
leaving her spread wide and vulnerable.

At his mercy.

The blood in his groin pulsed, creating a
sweet ache. He placed a knee upon the bed, which moaned beneath his weight.
“Give me your hands.”

She hesitated only a second before offering
them to him. As the rope slid across her skin, she trembled. He knew her nervousness
would only heighten the experience. After he secured both her wrists together,
he raised them over her head and tied them to the headboard, leaving a little
slack so that she wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Then he eased back on his haunches
and marveled at his work.

His pulse raced. She was beautiful. A
banquet of pleasure that made him impossibly harder.

He leaned over and whispered, “Are you
frightened?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Do you want me to untie you?”

Her smoky eyes gave away her desire for him
to continue. She swallowed hard. “No.”

Moving off the bed to stand, he couldn’t
help the smile that rose. “That’s my girl.” Marc would never hurt her, but he
would love her so thoroughly she would never be the same.

With a single finger he started at her palm,
dragging the digit lightly down the inside of her arm and past the swell of her
breast. He watched with delight as goose bumps rose. When he caressed the
delicate curve of her waist, she flinched, jerking against her constraints and
trying to get away from his touch.

She was ticklish.

His grin grew but he didn’t stop teasing
her until he reached her ankle. With gentle fingers, he began to rub the joint,
moving down her foot, firming his touch at her instep before he paid special
attention to each toe. Her facial features softened. She released a quiet sigh.

He had found another of Gia’s erogenous
zones. Her feet.

Bending over her, he laved each toe with
his tongue before blowing lightly upon them. Then he took the largest digit
into his mouth and sucked.

A long hiss eased between her teeth. “Marc.
Please.” Her whimper changed to a sharp inhale. “Oh.” She arched in pleasure,
sliding her hips seductively across the bed. “I need you inside me.” As she
looked at him through hooded eyes, she released a breathy moan.

So fucking sexy and inviting, but he had
only begun. “You have earned another punishment.” In all honesty her cries and
pleas were a turn-on heating his body. He couldn’t wait to feel her warmth
surrounding him.

Her brows pulled inward. “Why?”

“You spoke without asking permission.” He
leaned over her, letting the nipple clamps dangle from the connecting chain
held between his fingers. “Do you know what these are?”

Remembering not to speak, she shook her
head.

“These are nipple clamps. Punishment for your
two acts of disobedience.”

She swallowed hard but remained silent as
she watched him with an intensity he felt burn across his skin. As he drew
nearer, her tongue nervously moistened her full lips.

Cupping a breast in one hand, he squeezed
the vise open and slipped it over her extended peak. When he released his hold,
a strangled cry pushed from her diaphragm. Her back shot off the bed as she
swallowed a greedy grasp of air. Her face was a compilation of pain and
pleasure as she moaned. The next clamp was fastened without a sound from her,
but a tremor shook her entire body. He grasped the chain that connected the two
devices and gave it a little pull, forcing another whimper from her throat.

Need struck him like a fist to the groin.
He barely held back the groan that was perched on the tip of his tongue.
Instead, he moved closer and laved his tongue over each of her nipples before
he worked his way back to her feet.

Several minutes were spent nibbling and
cherishing her feet and toes, and then he began to massage her legs, kissing a
path up and down each one of them. The inside of her thigh was exceptionally
sensitive as her hips rose, inviting him to sample the nectar that glistened on
her pink folds. Something he fully planned to do as he inched closer and closer
to the mark.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against
her moist core.

Another moan eased from her mouth. “May I
speak?” He loved the desperation in her voice and the way she struggled and
pulled against her bindings.

“Yes.” He flattened his tongue along her
slit.

Squirming beneath his assault, she cried,
“Let me go. I need to touch you.”

He didn’t respond. He couldn’t.

Gia had no idea what the sight of her
spread wide and helpless did to him. There was something primitive, untamed
stirring below his skin—so hungry for her that it was difficult for him to
think clearly. Like a cat savoring a bowl of cream, he licked a slow, long path
across her wet folds.

“Mmmm,” he hummed and took another taste
before flicking his tongue several times over her engorged clit.

“Oh.” She flinched, jerking her wrists and
lifting her hips toward his mouth. He grazed the bundle of nerves with his
teeth and her reaction was a sweet cry of passion. She pumped her hips
encouragingly.

He chuckled. “So impatient.” Crawling onto
the bed until he was positioned between her thighs, he placed a palm on her
flat stomach, smoothing his hand down farther. “So beautiful.”

Marc eased his body down upon hers,
thrusting forward so the length of his erection pressed tight against her wet
pussy. He raised his ass so that his cock caressed her nether lips.

Wet. Hot. She felt so good.

“Marc, please,” she whimpered.

The ache between his thighs intensified. It
took an act of God to pull away from her. “You earned another punishment.” Marc
reached up and with both hands he released the clamps.

Gia released a scream. She jerked against
her bindings. Soft mewling cries seeped from her lips as tears softly fell. He
knew that blood was rushing into her nipples, the sharp pinpoint sensations
giving her a high like she had never felt before.

Disposing of the clamps, he eased up to his
knees and ran his palms again across her tight abdomen to her luscious breasts
and cupped them. He grazed his thumbs over the extended peaks and she groaned.

“Did you know your nipples are diamond
hard?” He pinched them and she bowed into his touch, releasing yet another cry
that thrilled him. “Sensitive too.” He leaned over her to capture one in his
mouth and sucked, long and unyielding, until he released it with a pop.

“Speak? Please?”

Instead of answering her, he lavished her
other breast with the same attention.

“Dammit, Marc. Untie me,” she growled. “I’m
dying here.”

“That’s the beauty of bondage and
dominance.” A tremor snaked up his back. “You only think you can’t take any
more.” As he spoke, he sat back on his haunches. “Now, let’s see just how much
you really can endure.” Leaning down, he slipped his hands beneath her ass and
raised her hips to meet his mouth halfway. Tenderly, he kissed her pussy before
he slid his tongue across the folds, watching the play of emotions across her
face.

Mmmm.
She
tasted sweet and feminine. His cock twitched and his jaw clenched with a sudden
sting of desire.

She jerked her wrists, but the rope didn’t
give. “Please?”

Once again he ignored her. Instead, he blew
a stream of air over her moist core and her entire body tensed. He paused,
allowing her body to cool and relax.

“No,” she screamed, fighting her bonds in
earnest.

The broad tip of his finger circled her
entrance and then probed deep inside her. She groaned then released a mewling
sound as he curled his finger and stroked her G-spot.

Her hips shot up from the bed. She writhed,
tossing her head from side to side. “
Pleasssse?
”

Her plea sent more chills up his spine. Her
inner muscles tightened and released around him. He knew she was on the verge
of climaxing. When he didn’t make any moves to satisfy her she actually
snarled. It was so hot he almost lost it. Fire ripped down his cock. He had to
hold his breath to keep from coming. Still, he released a squirt of semen that
dampened the bed beneath him.

When he slapped her engorged bud hard with
two fingers, her hands flexed and then clenched into fists. He waited a
heartbeat longer and then made the next strike sting.

“Do not climax until I say,” he warned.

She blinked hard, giving him a look that
said he was crazy. Yet her mouth opened on an inhale before she slowly squeezed
the air from her lungs. With each slap against her clit, her breaths became
more ragged. Her cries more desperate.

“Fuck this,” he murmured to himself as he
pulled his hand back. There was no way he would last much longer. Breathing
hard, he slowly blanketed her body with his. His throbbing erection nestled at
her sex. Another pang shot through his groin. He held back the growl building
in his throat. He slid his palms up her arms until he held her wrists and then
angled his hips so that just the bulbous head of his erection entered her.

“Is this what you want?” The level of
harshness in his voice surprised him. He had never wanted a woman as much as he
wanted Gia. She broke down all his willpower.

Her eyes widened. Not saying a word, she
nodded.

With one firm shove he filled her
completely. They moaned in unison, both motionless. Then he ground his hips
against her cradle, seeking that deep, sweet spot. When his dick touched her
womb, he eased out and then slammed into her, over and over.