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An urgent whisper of, “Stop wriggling or I’ll drop you,” stopped her cold. “Sam? What the fuck are you doing?”

“Just do as I say and you’ll find out, won’t you.”

“You better not have any plans to get naked in front of all these women.”

He chuckled and she beat him where she could reach. “Put me down this instant.”

“Happy to oblige.” He let her slide down him, cupping her bare cheeks with his hands as he walked her back until she felt the timber of the cross behind her.

Any thoughts she had of kicking him and making a run for it came to a halt when Chad grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her head while Sam and mystery man closed the cuffs around her ankles. Within minutes she was restrained. God, this was a nightmare. She didn’t want to be part of the show. She tugged madly and Sam stepped in front of her, gyrating himself against her in time with the music.

“Relax. Nothing is going to happen to you, you’re just a prop.”

“Why are you doing this? You’re not a stripper.”

He buried his hand in her hair and tugged her head back, and then took her mouth with his as the crowd howled and whistled. The passion and promise in the kiss left her weak at the knees and too drunk with lust to utter another word of protest.

The three men pretended to whip her and she played along, writhing against the cross. More and more items of clothing were discarded and Meg started to get a horrible feeling about who stripper number three might be.

They finally got down to G-strings and masks and she tugged harder on the restraints and whispered loudly, “Sam, you better keep your pants on or I won’t ever forgive you.”

He grinned and she groaned as Chad ripped off his posing pouch and flung it to the crowd. Chad and the mystery man left the stage and the spotlight followed them as they weaved between the tables. Women gasped and reached out to grab at Chad, who took it all in his stride, and why not, his dick had a whole fan club of its own from his days as the star turn at the
Jolly Roger
. The other man seemed to have a sense of purpose and the direction he was headed made Meg’s stomach sink to her feet.

“Tell me that man is not my dad.”

Sam pressed himself against her, still gyrating to the music. “That man is not your dad, but you might want to avert your eyes.”

“Oh my God, it is my dad. What is he doing? What are you doing?”

“Proving there is nothing we won’t do to get our women back. I’m sick of all the sneaking around. I want to proclaim to the whole world how much I love you and this seemed a good place to start.”

“At a strip joint?”

“It was Robert’s idea. Besides, I have fond memories of this cross.”

Meg flushed and stared at Sam. “And Dad?”

“Wanted to prove to your mother she’s a sexy woman and he’s a very desirable man.”

Squeals of, “Robert what are you doing?” filled the air. Meg peered around Sam just in time to see her dad, now sans his loincloth and mask, slinging her mother over his shoulder. Wiggling in his grasp to get one hand behind her the poor woman was desperately trying to cover his credentials with her handbag while Evelyn cheered them on with shouts of bravo. Declaring Vivienne was just the sort of girl the bowls club needed and to give her a call.

Meg closed her eyes and buried her face in Sam’s neck. She had seen more of her dad than she had ever wanted.

She refused to look up when footsteps approached. “Thanks for your help, Sam.”

Sam tugged off his mask. “Samuel? What are you doing with my daughter?”

“Nothing, Mrs. Riley.”

Robert sighed loudly. “He loves her and your interfering has put a stop to their romance, but not anymore. We’ll be over tomorrow to collect Vivienne’s things.”

“I’m not going home with you. You naughty, naughty man. Have you got any idea how humiliated I am?”

“Not nearly humiliated enough. For God’s sake, woman, I love you and you will do as I say for once. I got you on Mrs. Bright’s bowls team, didn’t I?”

“You did. Oh Robert, you wonderful darling man. I’ll do anything, even that bad thing with your winky you love so much.”

Meg groaned. “Cover my ears, cover my ears.”

Sam chuckled as the curtains closed to uproarious applause.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Sam closed the front door and leaned his back against it. Meg smiled. “Has she really gone?”

“Your dad says so. Apparently she was too tired to come and collect her stuff.”

Meg put her hands over her ears. “Spare me the details. What about Maud?”

Sam shrugged. “I told Robert her bags were gone when we got back last night and he said he figured she must have moved into Everglades already. Now, do you really want to keep talking about your family?”

“No.”

“Good. Come and help me unpack.”

Meg’s heart sank. They finally had the flat to themselves and Sam wanted to put his clothes away. Although she had worn him out last night when she got him home and again in the shower this morning. He’d only gotten a break because he had to go and collect his things.

Taking her hand in his he lead her through to his bedroom, which he had already told her would be
their
bedroom from now on. No matter what, she couldn’t sleep elsewhere without his permission.

He lifted his bag onto the bed and undid the zipper. “How about you unpack and I’ll lie back and watch?”

Meg sat on the edge of the bed. “How about you dream on?”

“Hmm, being disobedient. Maybe I should punish you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

His blue eyes turned dark and Meg stuck out her tongue just to ensure she got the spank he was promising. “I think I might just have what I need to torture you in here.”

He reached in his bag and pulled out a set of handcuffs. Before she could escape he shoved her back on the bed and pinned her beneath him as he tugged her hands over her head and cuffed her to the slats in the headboard.

“Sam.” She wriggled and tugged. Torn between growing desire and fear of just how far he was prepared to go to punish her. Suddenly she wasn’t so sure goading him had been a good idea. Once she got free she would give him punishment if he went too far. “You’ll be sorry.”

One side of his mouth twitched, but his fierce dark gaze pinned her to the bed. She stopped wiggling and became mute as desire overwhelmed fear. Without a word, he ripped open her shirt, sending buttons flying, and she realized why he’d insisted she wear no bra. His mouth closed on her left breast and she inhaled sharply as a tug of desire shot through her. Apparently happy with her reaction he turned his attention to her right breast, licking her nipple, and then blowing on it, making her shiver with need.

He moved down her body unzipping and tugging off her jeans and panties. Now she lay completely exposed. She automatically tried to close her legs to hide her nudity, but his hands circled around her calves, pushing her legs wide. Apparently happy with his work, he sat back on his heels and smiled. “You’re one gorgeous woman.”

Meg was annoyed to be so helpless and needy when he seemed to only want to admire her naked form. “So much for the punishment. Is that the best you can manage?”

Reaching into his bag he retrieved two long silk scarves. Before she could kick him off, he captured her right leg and used the scarf to tether it to the foot of the bed before doing the same to the left. She thrashed, but couldn’t free herself.

“Remember your safe word?”

Meg panted with a combination of fear and lust. Now she was completely exposed and tied down he could do anything to her. She wanted this. She did. Whatever Sam needed, she was ready for it.

He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the mouth. “Look at me, Meg. Safe word.”

“Jelly.”

“Jelly.” Sam chuckled. “Okay, anything I do that is too much you just say the magic word and I stop. And remember, you can’t get off unless I say so.”

She watched as he climbed off the bed and stripped. His back muscles flexed as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. When he shucked his jeans, she chewed her bottom lip. He had the best arse she’d ever seen, firm with gorgeous dimples. She wanted to bite him, and then kiss it all better.

“Now where did I put those nipple clamps?”

Meg squealed at the thought of having her nipples pinched, not sure if she wanted it or not. “You wouldn’t. You bastard.”

Sam squatted beside the bed, stood and turned with a small flogger in one hand and a rabbit vibrator and tube of lube in the other.

“I bought you some gifts. Now what did you call me?”

Meg lifted her chin defiantly. “Bastard.”

He glared at her, his brows dipping to almost meet in the middle. She swallowed when the seriousness of the situation overcame her. Her body was completely at his mercy. She tried a nervous smile. “Sir.”

“Sir, bastard.” He raised an eyebrow. “It has possibilities, but I would be remiss in my duties if I didn’t remind you who’s in charge.”

He tossed the vibrator and lube to one side before he brought the tails of the flogger down across her thighs, feather light making her shiver. Every subsequent swat was a little harder, never tipping over into real pain. Her skin heated and a warm glow filled her abdomen making her writhe. Her pussy felt hot and swollen, and when he moved to her breasts she closed her eyes as the light brush of leather thongs pushed her closer to the edge. Shaking, she anticipated a harder swat that never came. Instead, warm fingers slipped between her folds making her open her eyes to see what he planned to do next.

“You liked that, bad girl.” Sam lifted his hand, moisture glistening on his fingers.

His cock was rigid and she longed to touch him. She tugged at the restraints and Sam grinned. “Uh-uh. I haven’t finished and there is no escape unless you use your safe word. Do you want to use your safe word, Meg?”

“No.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“No, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now where was I?”

She opened her mouth, and then clamped it shut when she realized it was a rhetorical question and answering it would just earn her some new form of torture.

Sam’s head disappeared between her thighs and her eyes rolled back in her head when he flicked her throbbing clit with his soft warm tongue. He lapped at her, and then drew her bud between his lips before plunging his tongue inside her pussy. She rode the waves that threatened to overwhelm her, panting for control. Not yet, not yet, not until Sam said she could.

The cool flow of lube replaced the warmth of Sam’s tongue and she jumped in shock. Her reaction drew a chuckle from Sam. A buzzing alerted her to what was to come and she gritted her teeth. Her whole lower body was on fire and one more erotic sensation would push her into the sensual abyss of orgasm, with or without Sam’s permission.

His warm hand on her stomach held her still as he slid the cool vibrator between her folds. The tip teased her clit, and then he eased it inside her as the vibrations pressed against her bud, making her whole body shake with sexual tension. Sam kissed the inside of her thigh as he worked the vibrator in and out of her, keeping her on the edge. When she thought she would die he finally growled, “Let go, baby.”

The vibration on her clit lifted a notch and she screamed as she convulsed around the foreign invader until she lay spent and shaking.

Sam flicked off the vibrator and tossed it aside. He untied her ankles and kissed his way up her legs, and then over her stomach, stopping long enough to tug on each hard nipple with his lips, making her writhe as aftershocks ripped through her.

When he finally reached her face he claimed her mouth, his kiss hard and demanding. Breaking the kiss he undid the cuffs and pulled her into a sitting position.

“Turn over.”

“What?”

“Did I tell you to speak?”

Coming back from her post orgasm daze, she shook her head and dutifully rolled onto her stomach.

Sam reached into the bedside cupboard and she watched him sheath his hard cock.

“On your hands and knees.”

She did as he said; ready to please him with her body. Sam tugged her legs wider as he positioned himself behind her. Hands splayed on her back, he took her with one quick thrust filling her to capacity, stretching her to accommodate him. Her body shuddered and her pussy contracted around him, welcoming his cock home. He rode her hard and she quickly responded, pushing back to meet him thrust for thrust as she quickly climbed the peak again. Each grunt from Sam drove her higher and when he slapped her arse and told her to give it to him she tipped over the top. Her pussy clenched around him, dragging him deeper with each thrust until he jerked inside her. His yell of “yee-haw” drowned her shouts of fulfillment.

Exhausted and sweating she was grateful when he rolled them both onto their sides. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her damp hair. She snuggled her butt against him enjoying the sensation of them being one even as he started to go soft and slip from within her.

He started to laugh and the romantic moment was gone. Annoyed Meg turned her head to glare at him. “I’m sorry, did I miss the joke?”

“Did you realize you just screamed ‘chunky monkey’?”

“Did not!”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t, did I?”

“Yep. I guess it must be the word you use to let me know you don’t want me to stop.”

“My unsafe word.”

He laughed again and she turned to face him. She loved his laugh. She loved everything about him. “I love you.”

With one quick move he rolled her onto her back and pinned her to the bed. “Love you too. Want some more ice cream?”

She grinned. How long could they keep this up before they died of exhaustion? The sound of the front door bell put an end to her plans to find out.

Sam glanced over his shoulder. “Ignore them.”

The insistent buzz sounded again and she sighed. “It doesn’t sound like they plan to go away.”

With an annoyed huff, Sam got to his feet and helped Meg off the bed. He tugged on his jeans and T-shirt and went to answer while she pulled on her jeans and rummaged in Sam’s drawers for something to wear in place of her buttonless shirt.

By the time she got to the living room, Sam had the door open and she glared at the man on the doorstep.