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Being on a leash in the open air should have made her feel strange. But somehow it didn"t. She was much more relaxed here than she had been when he"d had her naked in the hallway, in front of cameras, even if he"d said they"d been turned off.

He kept her close, walking them around the property, discussing various cacti and other desert plants that littered the ground. He acted as if they were just out for an evening stroll. The fact he had her on a leash seemed to mean nothing to him, although it meant everything to her. She felt bonded, connected to him. Maybe he felt the same way too, but his outward movements didn"t reveal it if he did.

He was describing a plant, his words going in one ear and out the other while she thought about what they could be doing. Having sex. Lots of hard, sweaty sex.

He tugged on the leash, and she gasped.

“Are you listening?”

“Is this a test, "cause I didn"t catch the name of that green thing?”

“You weren"t listening.” He shook his head in disapproval. “I said, spread your legs and clasp your hands together behind your back.”

“Sorry, Master.” She did as he asked, her gaze focused on him.

“Now, leave one hand behind your back. Stroke your clit with the other.” Her hard nub throbbed as she followed his directions, her orgasm building quickly. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensations coursing through her, moaning softly as the feelings intensified.

“Stop.”

“What?” Her eyes flew open, her fingers still working. But the brusque order had stripped away some of the fervor she"d had going.

“I said stop. Disobey me and we quit playing. We"ll go back to the house and cook some dinner. If you want to continue to serve me out here, then stop.”

“I did.”

Her body heated under his scrutiny. “Not at first. When I say stop, I mean completely and at that very moment, not a fraction of a second afterward.”

“Yes, Master.”

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“Good. Come along.” They walked a little ways down the path. Clarissa tried to concentrate on the scenery around her, but it wasn"t easy. Her body was on fire, seeking completion to what they"d started. The more they walked, though, the more the vibrations lessened, leaving behind a dull throb.

They"d gone about ten minutes more when he turned to her. “Again.”

“Oh, Maddox.” She lowered her head, heard his sharp intake of breath. Her head snapped up, and she looked into his eyes, which blazed in disapproval. She immediately assumed the position she"d been in earlier. “I"ll try to do better next time, Master.”

“Good.” She rubbed slower this time, but the tingling came just as quickly. She knew he wouldn"t let her come, and she tried to fight the blossoming need in her, but it was hard, especially since he watched her so intently.

“Stop.”

Her hand flew behind her back even as her hips thrust forward.

“Very nice.”

She wanted to cry out, scream, or throw herself on the ground and have a big hissy fit. Instead she stood there, her chest heaving, fighting the urge to call him a pussy tease.

“Missy?”

“Yes?”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I need to come.” She gave him a look she hoped conveyed it should be obvious how she felt.

“I like seeing you like this, all flushed and hot.”

She snorted. “A hundred-and-two-degree heat will make a person look that way.”

“So will extreme desire. If that"s not what you"re feeling, let me know.”

Clarissa laughed softly. “You hit the nail on the head.”

“Good. Let"s go back to the house and see how well this plays out, shall we?”

He stopped once more on the trip back, making her bring herself to the edge again before stopping. This time the sensations were more than intense; they bordered on painful. He stroked her cheek as she stopped, and she leaned into him.

“Please, Master.” Her voice shook with emotion as he softly traced her jaw.

“Shush, not quite yet.” She inhaled sharply at his words, her body shaking. “Just relax, hold on to that.”

“Hold on to them? Are you kidding me? They"ve got hold of me, and they"re not letting go. I…I…”

“Shush.” They stood still until she finally sighed and nodded.

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“I"m okay now.” She wasn"t sure she was, though. A dull throbbing had taken up residence in her pussy, making her feel as if it would never again feel pleasure. She wasn"t sure she liked this, at all.

“Let"s go now,” he said, turning and tugging her along behind him. The tingling in her clit intensified, and when he walked away from the front door toward the side, she wondered what was going on.

He went to a side door, opening it with a flourish and indicating she should go in before him. When she got inside, she stopped short. In the center of the room there was a large wooden rack. Her thoughts immediately flew to stories of prisoners in dungeons, and her gaze shifted around the room.

“Oh my.” Straps of leather, crops, cuffs, and ropes lined the walls. She looked back at the rack. It was large enough to have a person standing spread-eagle, tied to either beam.

He tapped her rear end, and she jolted, turning to face him. “Yes?”

“You know what that"s for, don"t you?”

“Torture?”

“Extreme pleasure.” He stepped around her. “Follow me.”

She didn"t move, and he turned back toward her. “Do you remember what I said we were doing today?”

Clarissa blew out a breath of air, her hair moving away from her forehead as she did. “Yes, I remember. We"re seeing how well I follow directions.”

“Exactly.” He walked to the rack, parts of the chain falling out of his hand as he went. She knew what that meant. He wouldn"t force her to the rack. He wanted her to go to it of her own free will. She glanced at the wall, saw the leather.

He"d said he wasn"t that into whippings, yet he had the implements that would be used for them. She needed to trust him. He wouldn"t hurt her; she knew that. If he said what they were about to do would bring pleasure, she needed to believe he was right.

She followed him slowly, stopping at the edge of the frame.

“Step into the middle.”

When she was in place, he took her left wrist, attached it to a cuff hanging from the top beam. He did the same with her right, then bent and attached her legs. She was at his mercy.

The pleasure she"d felt earlier was now a bundle of nerves, soaring around her body, hitting at her stomach and making her feel as if she would lose her sanity at any moment.

“Don"t you look beautiful.” He stroked her nipple, and she moaned softly. “Don"t be frightened. I promise you, you"re going to love this.”

“Yeah, my nanny used to tell me the same thing when she took me to the doctor"s office. At least I got ice cream after getting a shot.”

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He stepped behind her, his breath hot on her shoulder. “I promise you something much better than ice cream.”

She wasn"t so sure of that. “Ice cream compared to a whipping? I think I"ll take the former, with sprinkles, please.”

Clarissa watched him pick up a chair and set it down in front of her. “Who said anything about whipping? You"re assuming that"s what"s happening because of what you see. Maybe I just want to watch you squirm.”

He sat down and stretched his legs out in front of him.

“Excuse me?” She stared at him, shock overwhelming her. “You tied me up just to watch me?” She pulled against the cuffs, which held firm. “Let me go.”

“I think not.” He stood, his eyes on her navel. “Let"s see, five tats, right? We have the sun around your belly button. The turtle on your shoulder.” He traced his finger around the sun, varying the intensity of his touch. Her body responded immediately, her clit throbbing harder than it had before.

“Master.”

“There are different forms of torture, missy.” He leaned over and kissed her nipple. “Sometimes it"s making you want and then watching you go without.”

Suddenly their little walk made sense. Stop and start, over and over, making her body crave his cock. Now here she was, tied up, and he intended to play with her and then leave her hanging. Literally.

“I"m voting for the ice cream. Do you have syrup?”

He chuckled, then gazed down her body. “What other tats do we have? I see an ankh on your ankle.”

“Yes, the ankh was for Denise, my lover. I thought she was forever, and then I realized she was only after what others wanted. My money.”

“The sun?”

“For Serge, because he burned so bright. And before you ask the turtle is for me.

We"ve discussed it before.”

“Yes, because you want to be able to retreat into a shell.”

She nodded. “There are two more. Anna and I have matching butterflies on the napes of our necks. We weren"t lovers, not in the physical sense. But she"s been my best friend for so long. She wanted it there so she could hide it with her hair.”

“The last one?”

“A Celtic eternity symbol, right next to the butterfly.”

He moved behind her and lifted her hair.

“Very nice. I like that, the butterfly signifying friendship and the eternity symbol for forever.”

“Exactly.” She was calmer now that she knew she wasn"t going to be whipped.

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of time he left her here. He smacked her on the ass, and she shifted, her arms pulling more.

Then he was back in front of her, his fingers delving into her pussy. “You"re so wet.”

He caressed and tugged gently, making her hormones shoot into play again. She rocked into his hand, that wonderful feeling of completion settling inside her, getting ready to burst free. Just when she thought it would, he pulled his fingers away and sat back down.

“Master!”

She watched as his cock sprang to life as he moved away the loose pants he wore.

He grabbed it in his fist and pumped.

No!
She had a sickening feeling he was going to jack off and make her watch while her body screamed to be fucked. He pumped harder, and she fought against her bonds.

“Master, please.”

“That"s it, baby, struggle for me. If you"re a good girl, we"ll get ice cream tomorrow. You can even have sprinkles.”

“I can"t believe you"re doing this to me.” She pulled harder, groaning as she realized she was doing nothing but causing herself pain.

“Like I said, different forms of torture. This is my favorite one, because you control it. You can just be still and watch and know that later I might allow you to come. Or you can move and jerk around like you are, putting yourself in pain. It"s your decision. You decide what to do.”

He pumped harder, and Clarissa"s body tensed, her pussy clenching as she watched him. Her clit seized with need, the feeling beyond painful. She tried to slow her breathing, but when he looked as if he was about to come, she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut.

When he didn"t cry out, she opened them and gazed at him. He stroked himself gently, his cock still hard, no signs of cum anywhere. “Denial works for Doms too.” He waited a few minutes, then started to pump again.

Clarissa thought she would lose her mind. She tried to stay still, but it was hard, and at times she would jerk, crying out for him to please untie her, please fuck her. She wasn"t sure how long she"d struggled before realizing the room was silent. She fixed her gaze on Maddox, who sat, his hand still holding his rock-hard cock.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me, Master, please.” Her body quivered, and she moaned. It felt as if someone were using a jackhammer on her chest as she watched him saunter toward her. He stepped in front of her, his cock pressing against her pussy as he clasped her hips and pulled her close to him.

“You know what I want to hear.” It wasn"t a question. Clarissa knew, but she wasn"t sure she was capable of asking nicely. She wanted to fuck, wanted to feel his 100

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cock slamming into her pussy, jarring her body against her restraints as he pounded her.

She nodded, biting her lip as his lips trailed over her neck, his breath hot on her skin. “Say it.”

“Master.” The need inside her grew until she felt like a volcano, preparing to erupt. She opened her mouth several times, but the only thing that came out were whimpers, soft pleadings for his cock.

“You can do it,” he murmured in her ear. “Ask me very nicely.”

He took a step back, his cock sliding into her slit. His cock pulsed, but he did not thrust, and Clarissa took a calming breath, then mumbled, “Please, Master. Fuck me.”

“Good girl.” He nipped at her neck, sucking skin into his mouth. “Once more.”

“No! Fuck me!” She clamped her lips shut as soon as the words escaped her mouth but it was too late. He was stepping away, moving back toward the chair.

“Master, I"ll do better.” She took several calming breaths. “Fuck me, please.”

He stopped and turned to her. “Once more.”

“Fuck me.” The words were soft and gentle, and the smile they produced on his face made her body clench with passion.

“Good girl.” He stepped behind her, and she almost cried out in triumph when she heard the rip of a package. She imagined him sheathing his cock in a condom. He undid the manacle on her right hand, then pulled her flush against him.

“Play, but don"t come.”

Clarissa"s hand dived into her pussy. Her clit throbbed under her fingers, and when she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance, she almost came, using every ounce of willpower to stop her fingers as he slid inside. He undid her other wrist, and she bent over, one hand on the floor to steady herself, the other hovering over her pussy. She was afraid if she went near her clit again she would come, and he would take his cock away. His movements were torturously slow, and Clarissa felt as if her whole body would melt under him. Her muscles quaked as she tried not to push herself back at him.