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“Not too tight?”

Meg shook her head. “No, sir.”

He dropped a kiss on her cheek. “Good girl. Now open your legs.”

She watched him drop to his knees. A ball of fire consumed her abdomen and her pussy ached to be touched as his breath briefly warmed her mound His fingers tightened around her left ankle and she let him guide her foot across the stage until he could cuff her, he did the same with her right leg. Cool air brushed between her thighs and she shivered as he climbed back to his feet. This was crazy. She tugged her hands, suddenly not sure she wanted to be so exposed.

Sam pressed himself against her, nuzzling her neck, sliding his arms up the cross until he entwined his fingers with hers. Relief flooded her body. He was Sam. Her Sam, and he would never harm her. “Shh. Meg, it’s just me, remember. I won’t hurt you and if you need to use your safe word that’s fine. This is a new experience for you. We don’t need to go all the way. We’ve got all the time in the world to explore this together.”

She took a deep breath and relaxed. The spicy scent of Sam’s cologne surrounded her and she closed her eyes. Rough denim rubbed against her naked skin as he continued to drop feather light kisses on her neck and shoulders, making her whole body vibrate. This was what she wanted and he would stop if she asked him to. She’d trust him with her life, never mind her sexual fulfillment.

“Are you okay?”

Meg whispered, “Yes, sir.”

Sam stepped away and tapped her affectionately on the side of her butt. “That’s my girl. Now just relax, close your eyes and enjoy the sensations. Next time maybe we can find somewhere more private to discover what works for both of us.”

“Next time?” A stinging slap to the side of her naked thigh was her reward for speaking. She jolted as desire speared through her pussy and her clit throbbed in response.

“No talking, remember? And no orgasm unless I say so.”

She swallowed and nodded her understanding as his dark eyed gaze pinned her to the cross.

Chapter Thirty-One

Sam stood back and admired his lady. She was breathing deeply, her breasts rising and falling with the effort. Her dusky nipples puckered and he could still taste them in his mouth. Strapped against the cross under the spotlights, she looked like a perfect living statue, his
Venus
. His erection throbbed in time with each jostle of her breasts. Even in his wildest fantasies he had never hoped that Meg would indulge his fetish. A flame of love licked through his body, and he swallowed back a lump in his throat.

With a contented sigh he glanced at the back wall. He’d already noted the stage held a number of other props. They had accessorized with a flogger, paddle, riding crop and more seriously scary face masks. He had no idea whether they were just for show, but it seemed a waste not to use at least one of them. The thought of gently flogging Meg until she trembled on the verge of orgasm, and then burying himself to his testicles inside her had his cock straining for release. Hell, he was uncomfortable. He needed to get naked or he’d be a boy soprano and no amount of playing would do him any good. Besides, letting Meg watch him strip while not being able to touch him would add another layer to the game.

He tugged his shirt over his head and threw it across the stage. Then he slowly undid his zipper, the sound carried in the large silent room and he was almost sure he heard Meg whimper. He was impressed with her self-control. When he shoved his jeans over his hips she jerked against the hand cuffs. A deep chuckle escaped him. God, this was so fucking hot. Blood pounded through his body and the cool air chilled the precum leaking out of his raging erection. Once he kicked his jeans aside he stepped closer. Her focus shifted from his face to his stiff cock. With a gentle glide he ran his hand the length of his throbbing shaft. There was no mistaking the whimper this time. He raised an eyebrow.

“Did you say something?”

She shook her head, and he grinned.

“Funny, I could have sworn you did. No matter, I think you need to be punished anyway.” He stepped around her and lifted the flogger off the wall, running the leather strips through his fingers. They felt soft, but would still give a sting if he wielded it with too much force.

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Meg swallowed as she watched him. Which part of her did he intend to hit? Her backside obviously wasn’t his target; she would have to be facing the cross for that. She opened her mouth to ask and closed it again.

His voice sounded husky when he whispered, “Did you want to say something, baby?”

“No.” The minute the word escaped, she realized her mistake. She’d spoken and failed to call him sir. With a chuckle, Sam trailed the leather strands of the flogger up her thigh, making her jump in anticipation of pain that never arrived.

“No, what?”

She whispered, “Sir.”

“You like that, baby?”

Not falling into his trap twice she nodded her head.

“Good girl. Close your eyes.”

She did as he asked and jumped when something slid over her forehead. Shit, he’d blindfolded her again with one of the masks the boys had left behind. Not sure what Sam intended to do she strained and turned her head from side to side.

Warm fingertips brushed her cheek. “It’s me, Meg. What’s your safe word?”

She remained mute, not sure if he really wanted an answer or not.

“It’s not a trick. I need to know you remember.”

“Jelly.”

Hot breath tickled her left breast and she heard him chuckle. His warm mouth suckled her nipple and she groaned and arched her back as desire exploded inside her. He shifted to tease her other nipple, flicking it with his tongue. She struggled to stay mute as the sensation of the leather strips trailing up her leg to the top of her thigh made her shiver. He kissed his way up her body. She turned her face toward him when he held her head with one hand. As his lips covered hers she inhaled, and the musky scent of his arousal made her body drown with sensual overload. His sinful mouth raised her temperature as he teased and toyed with her tongue. The sensation of his hard shaft grinding against her abdomen, not quite rubbing her swollen aching clit was torture. Desperate to be free and get her hands on him she tugged at the leather wrist cuffs.

Suddenly the warmth of Sam’s body was gone, replaced by his hands rubbing circles on the front of her thighs, and then her stomach, warming her skin. He was getting farther away from where she wanted him to be. She arched in an effort to draw his attention to her swollen aching pussy, but the massage continued upward. Breasts heavy, she sucked in a breath when he mouthed her swollen mounds, and then nipped her aching nipples one after the other. Each touch, each gentle bite sent a pulse through her body. Nothing existed beyond the feeling of need consuming her body.

Feather light strands drifted across her stomach, and then her breasts. She jumped and moaned as a fresh wave of desire rolled through her. Another slightly harder slap teased her breasts, making her already peaked nipples ache. The swish of the thong sent a shiver dancing over her skin as cool air brushed against her wet pussy. Then the gentle sting of the leather against her thigh made her writhe.

Everything stopped and her heart rate lifted. Surely he hadn’t left her tied up naked. She was about to call out his name when a soft kiss was pressed against the inside of her left thigh. Hair brushed her skin and her already aching center pulsed with desire. Warm breath teased her clit and she bit into her bottom lip when the tip of his tongue flicked her needy bud. He repeated the torture again, and then buried his mouth between her thighs. Her whole body convulsed, only the cuffs keeping her upright as his tongue slipped deep between her folds finding her hot waiting center. Just as he had suckled her breast he devoured her pussy and she panted, close to orgasm.

“Not yet.” Sam’s gruff voice broke through her haze of sexual desire.

She pulled herself away from the edge with a soft moan. Sucking in air, she fought back the powerful release building within her. Sam had stopped touching her. Something crinkled across the stage and she turned her head from side to side trying to work out where he had gone. She recognized the sound of a condom wrapper and she was relieved he seemed to be about to finish what he started, but where was he?

“Sam?”

The sting of the flogger on her thigh sent a jolt to her clit and let her know he hadn’t gone far. When it smacked against her skin again she cried out, desperately holding on to her control with just a thread.

Warm hands ran down her left leg and he removed the cuff. She whimpered. Had she disappointed him so much he had given up on her? When the right cuff was unclipped she couldn’t stop a tear trickling down her face. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Sam pressed himself against her, brushing his hand over her hair and kissing her neck. He wiped her tear with his fingers.

“Shh, baby. You’re doing really well. You’re beautiful. Just a little more, okay?”

She nodded and let out a shaky breath.

“Good girl.” He patted her thigh as he pulled away.

He hadn’t given up and she wouldn’t disappoint him by letting go before he said she could, but Sam sorely tested her self-control. When he grabbed her behind the knees and dragged her legs around him, his hands grabbed her butt, supporting her weight as his hard cock teased her swollen labia. With one brutal thrust he buried himself inside her, finally filling her need. Her pussy quivered and she panted as orgasm threatened to overwhelm.

He growled, “Not yet.” Pushing the tide back and helping her regain control.

He kissed her softly, before driving deeper, and then pulled back and drove into her again.

His gruff voice whispering, “Let go, baby,” broke into her sexual haze and wave after wave ripped through her pussy as she ground down to meet him thrust for thrust. All thought of staying quiet escaped her and she sobbed his name as the force of her orgasm wiped out everything but the need to meld into Sam and become one. She felt him shudder and release, yelling out a loud “yee-haw” that echoed around the otherwise silent room.

Meg was slick with sweat, and drained of energy. Sam pressed against her as he let her slip down him to stand on the floor. He wrapped himself around her whispering how much he loved her, but his voice was drowned out when the sound of slow clapping filled the air.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Meg screamed and struggled, terrified and unable to see.

“Shh, shh.” Sam stayed pressed against her, but his cock slipped from inside her hot wet pussy, their romantic interlude shattered, again. He tugged off her blindfold and she blinked in an attempt to focus. No one was visible beyond the stage. She buried her face in Sam’s shoulder, whimpering that they were in trouble now.

Sam turned his head. “Who is it and what do you want?”

“Well, to be sure, I never knew you two could put on such a show. You make my act seem lame in comparison.” Michael Monaghan stepped into the footlights.

Praying to God Michael hadn’t been there so long he had seen her completely naked and exposed, and that Sam would stay where he was and spare her blushes, she glared over Sam’s shoulder. Bad enough he had obviously watched them screwing like a couple of dogs in heat. “What are you doing here?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that very thing? Maggie Riley, you’re a dark horse. I bet your ma would be shocked to see you playing that way.”

Sam turned his head. “Fuck off, Michael.”

“I’d love to, if you’ve a mind to let me join in, but I’m not sure Maggie’s ready for round two just yet.”

With a fierce growl Sam started to move away. Meg tugged frantically at her bindings and whimpered. She needed to cover up. Sam pressed himself back against her and whispered in her ear, “Shh, shh, stay still and I’ll get rid of him.”

“What is it with you two making out in public? Makes a guy horny just to watch.” As if to accentuate his point he grabbed his crotch, drawing Meg’s eyes to the large bulge currently stretching his tight black leather pants.

The combination of the cool air and the sweat on her skin made Meg shiver. Sam growled. “You can make all the smart arse comments you want, but could you please give us a minute first?”

Michael grinned. “You mean you don’t intend to continue the performance? Shame. But seeing as you asked so nicely, I’ll be a gentleman and turn my back.”

He did as he promised and Sam reached up to undo the left cuff. After a couple of minutes tugging he glanced at Meg. “Have you got the key?”

Fear walked icy fingers up her spine. “What key?”

“The ankle cuffs have a catch that releases, but I didn’t realize the wrist ones need a key.”

Meg glanced at Michael. She had no idea about the keys, but she felt sure the only one Maud had was for the front door. “We’ll have to ask Michael.”

Sam started to turn away, but Meg wrapped a leg around his to try and stop him. “You can’t let him see me like this.”

“I’ll get you something.” He stepped back leaving her fully exposed to the room. While she waited, Sam dealt with the used condom and tugged on his jeans.

“Are you both decent yet?”

“No!” Meg squealed.

“Only I think we might be about to get company.”

“Who?”

“The police. Hello Officer Clarke. Fancy seeing you here.”

“Oh, fuck. Sam, Michael, do something.” If she got caught handcuffed naked in a strip joint it wouldn’t help her case any, no matter how innocent the explanation. Although saying you were making out with your boyfriend in a public venue wasn’t all that innocent. Her mother would have her put in a chastity belt if she heard about it.

Sam grabbed his T-shirt and wrapped it around her as best he could in an effort to cover her up. Then stood guard in front of her.

Michael turned and chuckled. “Just kidding.”

Sam pulled away, crossed the stage in half a dozen steps and grabbed Michael by the throat.

“Whoa there, big fella. Surely you’ve got a sense of humor. Besides, I think you’ll be needing me to free your girlfriend.”

“I can always search your dead body for the key.” Sam lifted his fist and Michael shoved at him.