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Her breath caught in an onrush of excitement. What kind of
price would she pay for her disobedience?

Chapter Six

The sight of Beth’s tender flesh peeking through that
outrageously sexy outfit made Gavin crazy. He had to fight to restrain himself.
He had to play this carefully, very carefully. He didn’t want to scare her or
break the mood. Deliberately, he took his time with the light switch so she
couldn’t read his expression—couldn’t see how closely he examined hers.

What he saw gave him a sense of deep satisfaction. She knew
she’d crossed him, she anticipated some kind of punishment, and her quickened
breath told him she wanted it. Poor Beth, trapped in her fears, her guilt, her
sense of duty. Someone had to free her. And that person was going to be him.

“Take off your cloak,” he commanded.

Quickly, she dropped it to the ground. She stood trembling
before him. An ache of painful desire mingled with protectiveness swamped him.
God, how he wanted her. Not just her body but her trust, her secrets. Her chest
moved rapidly up and down, as though her heart were a trapped bird. Her
nipples, good Lord, her nipples were hard from the cold, more swollen than he’d
ever seen them. His own cock was just as hard, as it had been since he’d first
seen her in that corset.

Brutally he clamped down on his own arousal. This wasn’t
about him. Not yet.

The only light came from the red glow deep inside the
woodstove in the corner. He decided against turning on the overhead light,
instead walking across the room to the window next to the bed. A box of matches
sat on the windowsill, along with a row of candles. He lit a match and touched
it to each candle in turn. The eager flames flickered gleefully against their
reflections in the glass.

He surveyed the cabin. It was just how he’d left it, just
how he’d wanted. A patchwork quilt covered the queen-sized four-poster bed, his
trunk was tucked underneath. An armchair sat by the woodstove. A closed door
led to a small bathroom. And by the front door, just as he’d dreamed, stood
Beth. Awaiting his orders.

“Walk to the foot of the bed.”

It took her a few steps. He loved watching her move in those
boots. She moved like a siren, like a goddess.

“Bend over.”

Behind the mask, her eyes widened. He gave her no time for
second thoughts.

“I said, bend over. We can keep this simple or we can get
complicated. Let’s start with simple.”

She gave a confused frown but instead of questioning, she
bent over the foot of the bed and put her hands on the quilt. The posture gave
him a perfect view of her luscious breasts, hanging like perfect pears over the
edge of the corset. His delicious, dreamy Beth, with all that passion locked
inside her. He nearly came right then and there.

With iron control, he fought back his urge to throw her on
the bed and fuck her senseless. Instead, he prowled alongside the bed, eating
her up with his eyes. From the way her nipples tightened, he knew she felt his
gaze on her. Good, that’s what he wanted. He wanted all her focus, all her
senses tuned to him.

When he stood behind her, the sight of her wet cleft and the
sweet cheeks quivering on either side felt like a punch in the gut. She was
more aroused from this still-new encounter than he’d seen her in nearly three
years of marriage.
Ah Beth. I’ve wasted so much time
waiting for you
to stop grieving.

“Legs apart.”

She shifted first one leg, then the other, until about a
foot separated them.

“Not good enough. When I say legs apart, this is what I
mean.” With ruthless efficiency, he clamped one hand around the back of each
thigh, lifted her off the ground, yanked her legs apart, then planted her
booted feet back on the floor. Her legs were wide open now, her pink lips
glistening with moisture, calling to him. He couldn’t resist. He stroked a
finger among the silken folds, past the wet thong.
Hot, so hot.

She moaned. He found her clit and wiggled his thumb against
it. She bucked against the bed, hips twisting, as if trying to escape his
touch. He knew what she was afraid of. Coming like this, right in front of him.

He didn’t think she’d ever had a true, deep, mind-shattering
orgasm with him. Maybe little ones, here and there. Maybe. She always pulled
away, or turned over or did something to change position so she wouldn’t lose
control.

“Don’t move,” he said harshly. “Rest your head on the bed.
Yeah, like that.”

It would help her lose herself, he knew. Beth lived in her
head too much.

She dipped her head to the quilt and snuggled her arms along
her sides. Her eyes closed halfway, dreamy behind the mask. Her back arched so
her ass curved toward him, displayed for his viewing and fondling pleasure.

A smile touched his lips. Just how he’d wanted her. Let her
mind take a rest and her body take over. He smoothed his hand along her spine,
across the tight leather of the corset binding her flesh, to the string of
fabric clinging to her hips. He followed the path of the cloth into the valley
of her cleft. It was drenched with her juices. The thrill made his cock jerk in
anticipation.
Down, boy.

He wrapped the fabric once around his finger so it tightened
against her clit. She squirmed.

“I said, don’t move.” He left her then to pull the trunk out
from under the bed. He saw her eyes follow him as far as they could, but she
held her position. He opened the trunk and pulled out two lengths of silky
cloth.

He rose slowly, dangling the restraints where she could see
them. She bit her lip. A wild light sparked deep in her eyes. But she didn’t
move.

Hiding his satisfaction, he bent first to her right foot. If
she’d resisted—for real—he would have stopped. But she didn’t. Not even a weak,
obligatory protest left her lips. He tied her ankle, encased in that sexy
burgundy velvet, to the bedpost, then did the same with the other. Lord
almighty, she was sexy, spread open for him like that. With deep appreciation,
he felt his way up the backs of her thighs and danced his fingers across the
tender crease between her inner thigh and her ass.

He rose to his feet. The air in the room felt quietly
electric. The only sound came from the woodstove, the fire muttering to itself
inside the cast iron. He felt hypnotized by her beauty, by her submission. Her
winter-white skin glowed against the black of her stockings. The curve of her
ass flowed gracefully into the swell of her thighs. In the darkness between her
thighs, wetness called to him.

She liked this. She needed this. They both did.

Without warning, he slapped her lightly on the ass. A quiver
of surprise, then she went still.

He’d shocked her.
Good.

He gazed at the slight tinge of pink rising on her creamy
skin. His throat tightened. Had he hurt her? A quick look at her face set him
at ease. Her lips were parted, her eyes dazed, as though trying to solve a
puzzle.

Quick as a snakebite, he whacked her again, light but firm.
Her body gave a quick, involuntary jerk then went still. Good girl. She was
trying. Following his instructions. Love for her pooled in his heart. He spread
his hand across her ass, feeling the heat of her skin. He used his index finger
to explore lower, through the luxurious silk of her sex. The scent of her arousal
rose from her depths, prickling his nose and making his whole body leap to
attention.

During the next flurry of whacks, he gripped her sex in one
hand, letting his thumb play against her clit. Strangled moans rose from the
bed. Red tinted her neck above the collar. Her breath came in frantic gasps.
Her needy flesh fluttered against his fingers. How far could he push her, this
first time?

“Should I let you come?” he asked her, flicking his thumb
across her clit and working two fingers into her depths. “Have I punished you
enough?”

Her only answer was a strangled moan. She was probably
beyond words by now. He himself was so turned-on, he might explode. This was
Beth, with her fresh skin and innocent smile. She’d opened herself up for him,
exposed herself to his eyes and hands and knowledge.

“We’ll get there,” he answered himself. Hypnotized by the
sight of her like this, he didn’t want it to end yet. “Do you know how many
nights I lay next to you, wanting to bend you over like this, split you open,
fuck you hard? Do you have any idea how much I hate those flowery nightgowns of
yours?”

He ran his hands over the globes of her ass. Her skin
shivered visibly under his touch. He scratched his fingernails across the backs
of her thighs, pressed his thumbs into the grooves next to her swollen lower
lips. Her body shook and he knew her knees would have buckled if he hadn’t
fastened her tight.

He spoke in rough grunts. “If I was an artist… I’d paint
this. Your sexy ass spread apart for me. Your little pink hole. And your sweet
pussy, so wet. You want me, don’t you?”

Fiercely, he fingered her tender, slippery folds. She pushed
her burning mound against his hand. Satisfaction at her response shot straight
to his groin. Right now, he owned her, this precious, hot, ravenous being. He
gave her what she wanted, pressing his hard thumb against her clit. “Say it.
Tell me you want me like this, from behind. Tell me you want me to fuck you.
This is me, Beth, the real me. Do you want me?”

Her sex pulsed against his palm. He didn’t know he was
holding his breath until she answered.

“Yes,” she gasped, so wild he nearly missed it. “Please. I
want you. I…I love you.”

God, what she did to him. He tightened his grip and pulled
her against his groin so she could feel his hardness. She pushed against him
frantically, all notion of keeping still completely forgotten.

Didn’t matter. What mattered now was giving her the glorious
orgasm she’d earned.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of you.
Don’t you worry.” He brought his other hand to his mouth and licked his
fingers. Slick and warm, they went straight to her sex and stroked her clit.
Her soft flesh swelled against his fingers, the little kernel hot to the touch.
Every thrust of his fingers made her moan and the pale curves of her ass
quiver. Silky liquid surrounded his hand. The intoxicating female smell of her
went straight to his head.

He couldn’t stand it another second. He opened his pants and
pulled out his straining erection. Roughly, he pulled her onto his cock. God,
the sheer, tight pleasure of her hot body laid out for his disposal, spread
open for him, only him…

He rammed hard into the furnace-hot depths of her body. He
kept one hand clamped to her clit, his flat palm moving in rough circles. With
the other he held her hips still for his plunging cock. Again and again he
hammered into her. He fucked her with wild, unrestrained abandon while she
writhed like an animal.

She screamed. The sound wrenched out of her, a long,
keening, grateful cry. Her body jerked against him, over and over.

He came in a great, scalding explosion. It was the most
intense orgasm of his life. But it was outshined by the sheer joy of watching
her completely surrender to her bliss.

Surrender to him.

He’d done this. He’d turned his shy wife from a quiet,
head-in-the-clouds dreamer to a crazed wanton. Or maybe he’d just let the
wanton out of her cage.

Satisfaction settled deep in his bones.

After several long moments, she went limp under his hands.
He untied her legs, lifted her up and curled her onto the quilt. He lifted the
mask off her damp face and watched her eyelashes flutter to her cheeks.

Let her rest.

* * * * *

When Beth surfaced from her drugged slumber, it took her a
moment to remember where she was. Her body felt different. Lazy and sensual, a
few twinges here and there. And then it all came rushing back. The costumes.
Gavin. The deep, wrenching orgasm that had just turned her life inside out.

She should run. Now. While she had a chance. Before Gavin
knew she was awake. He wouldn’t chase her, she knew. If she wanted to leave,
she could.

Which was why she couldn’t possibly run.

She lifted her head and looked around for Gavin. He sat in
the armchair next to the woodstove, still in black, still masked. His head
lolled back against the wall, his legs spread, pants refastened, his hands
resting on his strong thighs. A deep flush swept across her body as she
remembered what those magic hands had done to her. Gavin had made her feel
things she hadn’t known were possible. Or maybe she’d suspected. The image of
the bound woman in the photo came into her mind, along with the restless,
excited feeling it had inspired in her.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

So he wasn’t asleep. “No. Surprised me.”

For a moment he stayed quiet. “I don’t ever want to hurt
anyone. I could, easily. I’m too strong.”

“But you wouldn’t.” She knew it in her bones.

He shook his head, a worried frown pulling his black
eyebrows together. “A girl I dated in college liked it rough. She showed me
what she wanted, made me rip her clothes off, pin her hands over her head, fuck
her hard as I could. I hated myself for liking it. She wanted me to hurt her
but I wouldn’t. I freaked out and broke up with her.”

Beth propped her head on her elbow to listen. They’d never
talked about their sexual pasts. Part of her didn’t want to hear about him with
other women. But most of her was fascinated. “Then what happened?”

“Her friends started calling me. I went out with one and she
told me she had handcuffs in her purse. Wanted me to cuff her to the steering
wheel. Told me she’d heard what a great fuck I was. I hated that, hated
thinking of them talking about me like that.”

Beth felt heat come and go in her face. She’d never heard
that talk. Then again, they’d gone to different colleges. And she wasn’t used
to talking about such things.