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In fact, she couldn’t move at all.

A thrill of pleasure shot through her at the thought. Even
though she hadn’t much liked Ethan’s version of restraining her, it was more
about his execution. Even after all she’d been through, she’d never dismissed
the fact she enjoyed the sensation of being bound. She seemed to enjoy it even
more now that Ryan had secured her in place.

Her skin grew hot and flushed as he circled her, continually
adjusting the bindings to make sure she was most comfortable. When she heard
him settle in a chair behind her, she realized how she must look bent over for
him. She was spread open and exposed. Vulnerable. Helpless.

The thought was brought to a sharp end when his hand skimmed
over her ass. His thumb brushed over the bare skin between her legs, an
overwhelming wash of pleasure shooting up her spine to tingle at the base of
her skull.

“Pity you’ve already taken care of the work here. I like the
first taste of freshly shaved pussy as much as I like shaving a submissive.”
His fingers cupped her bare flesh. In her shock, she tried to stand, forgetting
she was tightly bound in place. The intricate weave of ropes kept her right
where he wanted, completely at his mercy.

He tugged on the ropes between her legs, rubbing the rough
texture against her clit. She gasped when everything seemed to roar to life at
once.
Yes.

In a matter of minutes, he’d shown her what had been missing
during the years she’d been in the lifestyle. The care, the comfort, the utter
decadence of someone who actually cared and knew they alone were responsible
for what the other person was experiencing.

The blunt edge of his knuckle pushed against her clit and
she tried to wiggle for firmer contact. She caught the faint sound of his
displeasure and immediately stopped moving.

Ryan released the ropes, dipping a finger through the wet,
swollen lips of her pussy again. She bit back a moan as his fingers teased her
opening, circling and tormenting every inch of flesh between her legs. Just
when she thought he was going to slide a finger inside her wet heat to give her
even some relief, he moved away and denied her.

Saying Ryan was a master at this was an understatement.

This time she didn’t hold back the noise, unleashing a groan
of protest. If only she could close her legs, maybe the pressure would help the
tension curling through her. But he’d restrained her in such a way to prevent
any kind of movement.

Fabric rustled behind her. He was moving, but she didn’t
care. She just wanted him to do something to take the edge off the pressure
that was starting to become unbearable.

Ryan’s hand slid over her thighs, stroking in a slow
pattern. His thumbs tugged on the rope, pushing them against her folds to
create a delicious burn. The pain added a nice layer to the pleasure he built
inside her. Her skin felt so tight, as if her body couldn’t contain the blood
zinging around her body as he teased the sensitive flesh on either side of her
clit. He stroked and stroked, building the pressure so a blaze of need streaked
through her.

Her eyes closed, plunging her into darkness as her entire
body froze. She waited for the moment of decadence that would come when he
touched her. She was rewarded a few seconds later when the tip of his tongue
touched her clit.

Already oversensitive, the tight bundle of nerves couldn’t
process the sensation. Her body didn’t know what to do. Frustrated, she tried
to shift to find something more, but her only reward was Ryan denying her
completely of his touch.

Despite the fact she wanted more from him, he sensed she
wasn’t ready. She expected him to give her an orgasm and their time together
would be over for the night. He wasn’t interested in giving what she wanted.
Not yet anyway. She was trying too hard. She needed something to put her focus
elsewhere.

Shame. He’d really enjoyed playing with the silky hardness
of her clit.

He deliberately stood, pushing away the chair with the heel
of his boot. While slowly walking around her, he kept his hand working in a
slow pattern brushing against her skin. As he reached her head, the silken
strands of her hair felt soft against his calloused hands.

He smiled at the sight of her bent over, her flesh awash
with desire.

It had been awhile since he’d allowed himself to indulge in
a sub this way. Maybe because she’d had such a rough go with her last Dom and
was looking for something completely different from him. Or maybe because he
knew once she’d learned how to submit completely to someone who genuinely had
her best interests in mind, he could release her.

He wasn’t ready to give her up so soon.

Her breathing relaxed and became even. Funny how she said
she had no experience with subspace, yet touched on the edges of it with just a
few strokes of his hand.

Interesting.

He’d seen her reaction to ropespace, which was a good
indicator if a person could relax enough for the hypnotic state of subspace. He
broke contact with her as a test. As soon as he did, her breathing pattern
altered, becoming shallow and faster, almost as if she was panicking.

Very interesting.

Playing a hunch, he brushed his hand over her head,
gathering the strands into a low ponytail at her nape. He closed his fingers
into a fist, tugging gently to gauge her reaction. She gasped, and her eyes
unfocused for a split second. She cleared her throat when he tugged again and
relaxed.

The split-second lapse had been enough to tell him her
control issues ran deep. Far deeper than he’d first anticipated. Undoubtedly
because of the bastard she’d been with before. But the moment also told him she
liked pain play. He’d address the variation another time as he already had in
mind how things would go tonight.

Pain wasn’t part of his plan.

She wasn’t sure about losing control with him. That much was
obvious judging by the way she refused to remove those cuffs. Not just
decoration, as he’d first thought. He could spend his time trying to rid her of
her hesitations right now. But he wanted to remain selective about the barriers
he brought crashing down tonight.

He kept one hand tucked against the base of her skull as he
began to unfasten the row of buttons on his jeans. Even at this angle, he saw
her eyes flare with heat when she saw he wore nothing under the denim. Seemed
as if he had an admirer for his habit of going commando. Ryan reached down,
parting the button fly wider in order to lift his already hardened length free.

He closed his hand around the shaft of his cock, fisting
himself under her steady gaze. The feel of his hand wasn’t all that pleasant
right at this moment, but that wasn’t the point. His thumb brushed against the
barbell running horizontally through the head of his penis, the two small balls
just forward of the widest part of the crown glittering in the room’s bright
lighting. Heat flashed in her eyes as her gaze landed on his piercing, her
tongue darting between her flushed lips.

He chuckled as he reached out to brush her hair away from
her face. “You look like a lioness who just discovered a herd of bison to
devour. Ever give a blowjob to a man with a piercing like this?”

“No Sir. No piercings at all.”

“There’s a certain…trick to it.” He reached out, tapping his
finger against her mouth until she parted her lips. “Teeth to be mindful of.
Don’t need you chipping any of your teeth if you get carried away. Would you
like to taste me?”

“Yes please, Sir.”

“Go on, California. I think I’d like to see how you look
with my cock in your mouth.”

When the heat of her mouth closed over the crown, he thought
his eyes would roll back in his head. It had been a damn long time since
someone had touched him this way. Longer still since he’d wanted someone to.
Her tongue swirled as she took more, teasing the sensitive underside. Heat and
arousal gathered at the base and he had to take a few deep breaths to get a
handle on his bearings. He kept a tight grip at the base of her neck but
allowed her to control how much she could take.

She moved, taking her time to swirl her tongue through the
pre-cum gathering at the tip. After licking her lips, she traced the veins
mapping his shaft, scraping her teeth against the ridges. Her lips parted,
sliding him hard and fast into her mouth.

Suck. Slide. Suck. Slide.

Her teeth grazed his skin as she pulled back and he couldn’t
control the hiss that whistled past his teeth. She hesitated for a second, her
tongue flicking out between swollen lips to collect another drop of fluid
leaking from his dick. She must have been encouraged by the sound because she
swallowed him again—this time taking more.

“Go on and ask.” He saw the question on the tip of her
gifted tongue as she pulled off. “I prefer to be in constant communication with
you during a scene. It’s a rare occasion where I’ll ask my sub to keep her
mouth shut. Just remember, no silent submission unless I specifically tell
you.”

She nodded, evidently pleased. “May I use my hands, Sir?”

“By all means.”

He reached over, slipping loose the intricate and careful
knots he’d tied in the fabric hanging from the ceiling. He’d intentionally used
a different kind of knot around her wrists, because if she hadn’t asked, he
would have loosened her arms eventually.

He liked the feel of her hands on his skin.

Before he’d even finished releasing her arms, her hands
closed around his cock. One at the base and one around the shaft. She sucked on
the crown a few times before sliding her hand down. Her mouth followed. She
started an easy pace, using her hands to surround him when she moved back to
take a breath.

He tightened his hand in her hair, pushing a bit in
encouragement. She increased her pace. All he wanted was to tighten his hold
more. He wanted to fuck her mouth, plunging between those succulent lips as she
sucked him so he found relief to the storm brewing in his gut.

She moaned around his shaft. The vibration shot up his
spine, radiating through his back to make every nerve ending in his body come
alive. His cock swelled, a sign he needed to ease off a little lest his control
falter.

He released his hold, feeling her body sag in
disappointment. He combed his fingers through her hair, admiring her lips
stretched around his thick shaft. “You make quite a picture there, California.
Bent over, tied up with my ropes and sucking my dick with such enthusiasm. I
could get used to this.”

His hands fisted in her hair, tugging gently as he pushed
his hips forward. When he pulled back, she sighed a whispered oath he barely
detected in the silence of the room. He relaxed his grip. “Think you can take
all of me?” She nodded enthusiastically. “Just be mindful of the piercing, all
right?”

Her mouth traveled along his shaft, slowing as she worked
past her gag reflex until he was seated in her throat. Her hands caressed his
thigh and too many sensations wrapped around him at once. He pulled back,
allowing her to take a breath before sliding back down her throat.

Damn, she’s good. A challenge to his normally flawless
control.

His control was tested even more when she reached up to cup
his balls. The decadent brushes of her fingers were accompanied with little
shocks of pain when she tugged on his sac.

He continued thrusting slow and steady to give her the air
she needed to breathe. Her quiet noises of pleasure hardened his cock even
more, though he would have never thought it was possible. A spear of pleasure
flashed through his entire body, nearly blinding him from the intensity. He was
going to unload down her throat if she kept up this fabulous blowjob.

That wasn’t his intention tonight.

“As exquisite as this blowjob is and as proficient as you
are, you’re enjoying sucking me off too much.” Sliding beyond her reach, he
tucked himself back into his pants.

“But you’re still—”

His stern glare caused her to snap her mouth shut.

Her eyes darkened, but he couldn’t quite distinguish if it
was from frustration or arousal. The difference was something he would absorb
through time as they learned about one another. One more reason for him to
change the game a little bit. He wanted to keep her on her toes by doing what
she didn’t expect.

Kneeling, he undid the set of ropes he’d used to keep her
bent over and discarded them to the side, done with them for the moment. A
gentle push against her shoulder as he stood had her standing upright again.
Positioning her arms at shoulder height, he took his time retying her arms with
the material anchored in the ceiling. Still wearing his ropes, now her arms
were held out to the side in a cross formation.

Her quivering body was open for him to do as he pleased.

Her breasts, swollen from the tightness of the ropes wound
around them, stood high and proud, the buds a succulent dark-blush shade that
had him licking his lips. He toyed with the peaks, rubbing his thumb against
them.

“Your nipples are nearly the same color as your mouth.” He
bent, pressing his lips against the swell of one breast. She inhaled sharply
when he nipped at a sensitive peak. He increased the pressure, laving away some
of the pain with his tongue when she whimpered. His attention moved to the
other breast, lavishing the same amount of care.

When he finally moved away, a few rosy marks stood out on
her skin where his teeth had scraped. Her nipples had tightened into hard buds
that strained away from her body. Full and pointed, they were now dark red in
color.

“Now they’re the same color. Very pretty.”

Though she nodded, he doubted she could even fully
comprehend what he’d said. Flushed skin. Dazed expression. Her breaths coming
faster. Her moans getting louder. The scent of her arousal saturating the air
between their bodies.