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Authors: Sheri Whitefeather

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She cursed him in her mind. “Why did you stop?”
“Because it isn’t time.”
He moved to stand beside the cross, and she realized he was going to rotate her.
Preparing for the upcoming motion, for the swirling, twirling fantasy of her dreams, she prayed to Saint Andrew.
Slowly the cross began to move, creaking like a demented carnival ride. He kept turning it until it made a complete circle. Before she could catch her breath, he repeated the full rotation, only faster. The dungeon tilted before her eyes, the room going topsy-turvy.
Finally, when he stopped it, she was in an upside-down position. He came around to stand in front of her, and all she could see were his pant legs.
He said, “Now I’m going to make you come.”
She could feel him leaning forward. Eager, she braced herself, silently chanting his name.
He placed his hands on her wide-open thighs and buried his face between them. She focused on the crease in his pant legs, thinking this was the strangest, sexiest, most thrilling moment of her life.
He used his tongue, his teeth, his entire mouth. While he played with her clit, she struggled not to scream. If she cried out, she feared that James would gag her.
Not that she wouldn’t let him.
He continued his oral foray. He fingered her, too, stroking her with cream-coated digits.
Desire, thick and hot, burned through her body. She was at her lover’s mercy. Totally. Completely. He was doing whatever he wanted, using the free rein she’d given him.
Kendra moaned and balled up her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Pain, pleasure, bondage.
The climax started at her clit and worked its way through every pore, every crevice, every inch of her flesh.
Slick and wet, she sped into a mind-bending, heart-rocking spasm, convulsing against his oh-so-perfect mouth.
James waited until she stopped shaking, then turned the cross and brought her face-side up.
She blinked at him in a post-orgasmic haze.
“You okay, baby?”
Was she? “I don’t know.” She couldn’t think beyond the floating, melting sensation. But she liked that he’d called her baby.
“Here. Let me get you down.” He undid her restraints and took her in his arms.
She put her head on his shoulder, thinking how easy it would be to fall in love with him.
Of course that was probably just the fountain voodoo talking. Surely, she’d been zapped with a spell.
Spurt of Pleasure.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” she asked.
“Not tonight.”
She bumped her hand against his fly. He was big and hard. “But I want your cock.”
His voice turned rough. “It’s a tempting offer, believe me. But you’ve had enough.”
“Will you do it if I beg? If I say please?”
“Oh, Christ, Kendra. Let me at least try to be a gentleman.”
“What for?”
“Because you can’t even stand on your own.” To prove his point, he let go, and she swayed like a nymphomaniac in the wind.
“I guess I do feel a little funny. Like I did a really sexy, scary drug.”
He brought her back into his arms. “It’s your nervous system kicking in. That sometimes happens in this kind of play, especially when someone is new to the scene.”
“You’re new to it, too.”
“I wasn’t the one being dominated or turned on a wheel.” He stroked a hand down her hair. “As soon as you’re steady on your feet, I’ll help you get dressed and take you to your room.”
“I don’t want to be alone.”
“You won’t be. I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”
“Okay.” She relished being close to him. “Can we play again tomorrow night?”
“If you’re up for it.”
“I will be.” She was certain of it. There was nothing Kendra wanted more than another night in the attic.
Chapter 5
James
squinted at the clock. He’d overslept, and in Kendra’s room, no less.
Dragging himself into a stronger state of awareness, he sat up and looked over at her. She was still asleep.
He hadn’t meant to stay the entire night. But sometime while keeping her company and making sure she was all right, he’d conked out beside her.
Aside from his shoes, he remained fully dressed. But that didn’t change the fact that he’d bunked down with a guest.
Yeah, and he’d bound her to a bondage wheel, too. He’d had his very wicked, wicked way with her.
She stirred in her sleep, and he gazed intently at her. She looked so pretty, so soft, like a butterfly fairy. He couldn’t help feeling protective.
Strange to want to dominate a woman so badly yet be obsessed with the delicate side of her.
At this point, there was no reason to rush out of her room. Besides, if he wanted to sleep until noon, that was his business. He rarely took a day off, and, by damn, he needed one today. But, still, he’d better call Claire.
He patted himself down and found his cell phone crammed in his pocket, where it had been since the wedding. He hadn’t purposely taken it to the dungeon, but now he was glad it was available.
To keep from disturbing Kendra, he went out on the balcony to make his call.
He speed dialed Claire and told her that he was going to chill out for the day. She didn’t question him further, but she probably suspected that he’d hooked up with Kendra. Claire had good instincts. Not so good that she would suspect him of kinky misdeeds, though.
After ending the call, he returned to the room and noticed that his new lover was awakening.
Blinking into the light, she sat up and leaned against the headboard, the covers draped around her waist.
She started when she saw him. “I didn’t know you were still here.”
He shoved his phone back in his pocket. “I fell asleep beside you.” He’d held her exceptionally close, too. “How do you feel?”
“Fine.” She fussed with the straps on her nightgown, making sure they were in place. Then she smiled, as if her modesty made no sense.
It didn’t, he supposed, but he didn’t mind. To him, it only reinforced her innocence.
He returned her smile. “I could use some coffee. How about you?”
“Totally. New Orleans has the best coffee.”
“It’s the chicory. Stay put, and I’ll make it.”
The coffeemaker was on the counter outside the bathroom. He scooped the Café Du Monde blend into the filter and stayed there while it brewed, waiting for the liquid to drip into the carafe.
Upon completion, he called out to her, “How do you take it?”
“More sugar than cream,” she called back.
James doctored hers first, then took care of his. He carried both cups and handed her the sweeter of the two.
She took a sip. “It’s perfect. Thank you.” She drew her knees up, and the covers fell partially away. “I didn’t dream last night.”
“Maybe being in the dungeon made the difference.”
“That’s what I’m thinking.” She looked across the rim of her cup at him. “Do you think the fountain had anything to do with it?”
He turned the question around. “Why? Do you?”
She nodded. “I feel like I’m under a spell.”
“So do I, and I didn’t even make a wish.”
“Maybe the magic that got me rubbed off on you.”
“With voodoo I suppose anything is possible. It’s funny, too, because I’ve walked past the
jaillissement de Plaisir
a zillion times, but I’ve never actually gone into the courtyard or looked at the fountain.”
She seemed surprised. “Why not?”
“I never had any reason to.”
“You should see it up close, James. The muses in the centerpiece are beautiful.”
“That’s what I’ve heard. I’ll have to check it out sometime.” He shifted in his chair. “I should have told you this when I first sent you there, but the fountain is next to a
maison.
That’s slang in the Quarter for bordello. Or house of ill repute or whatever.”
She widened her eyes. “I didn’t see anything like that.”
He couldn’t help but grin. She looked properly shocked. “It’s a high-end place, disguised as a boutique hotel.”
Kendra put her coffee on the nightstand. “Have you been there?”
“To the
maison?
Me? Not likely.”
“Oh, right.” She half teased, half reprimanded him. “Says the man with a dungeon in his attic and a cabinet crammed with sex toys. Who did you plan on using all that stuff on?”
“No one. At least not consciously.”
“You bought condoms. That’s conscious.”
“What responsible man doesn’t have a supply of protection these days?”
“You have just about every type imaginable.”
“So I like variety. Besides, what are you complaining about? I’m going to be trying them out on you.”
“So you are.” A quick smile, followed by a pout. “I wish we didn’t have to wait until tonight to go back to the dungeon.”
Damn. He put his cup down, his mind spinning in an illicit direction. “Maybe we could sneak up there this afternoon, unless you already made other plans for the day.”
Her gaze locked onto his. “I didn’t. I haven’t. I’m completely free. But don’t you have to work?”
“Normally I would, but I decided to take the day off. So, do you want to meet me up there?”
“Just tell me when.”
“As soon as we’re both ready.”
“It might take me longer to get ready than you.”
“That’s okay. I’ll wait for you in the dungeon. But bring your key. I don’t like leaving the attic unlocked.”
She smiled. “And understandably so.”
He got out of his chair and crawled onto the bed. He gave her a chicory-laced kiss and whispered, “I’m going to chain you up and fuck you good and hard.”
“Promise?” she whispered back.
“Absolutely.” Enthralled, he kissed her again, then left her room and headed to his apartment to prepare for their liaison, anxious to keep his promise.
 
 
As
expected, James was the first to arrive in the dungeon. But that gave him time to decide on what method of restraints to use and how he wanted the scene to unfold.
A short while later Kendra showed up. Bright and afternoon fresh, her hair gleamed and her skin was rosy from her shower or bath. Clothes-wise, she’d chosen a sleeveless yellow top, pleated shorts, and sandals.
After he’d gotten cleaned up, he’d donned a casual T-shirt and jeans. Between the two of them, they looked as if they were going on a sun-kissed outing, maybe to the aquarium or the zoo, when, in fact, they were messing around in a windowless dungeon.
“Ready?” he asked.
“I’m more than ready.”
He pointed to the wall shackles. “Then go over there and strip down to your underwear.”
She obeyed, giving James the desperate makings of a hard-on. Away went her top and shorts. She discarded her sandals, too.
She was wearing simple lingerie: a basic white bra and matching bikini panties. He appreciated the simplicity. He admired her body, too: gentle curves and small, round breasts.
He approached her, and she watched him through veiled lashes. Taking the liberty of getting her naked, he removed her bra and panties.
“Pretty sub,” he said.
“Sub?”
“Submissive.” One by one, he lifted her arms and cuffed her wrists so she was shackled to the wall. “You look like a virgin sacrifice.”
“I feel like one.”
Yeah, and she liked it, he thought. Anxious, he turned away, walked over to the cabinet, and rifled through the toys.
After putting a couple of the much-talked-about condoms in his pocket, he chose a flesh-colored, anatomically designed dildo with a long, thick shaft, a flared head, and veined texture. It had a hefty set of balls attached, too.
He returned to his lover and showed her the lifelike cock. She gazed at it, and his pulse pounded in anticipation.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
Her voice went breathy. “Yes.”
He brought it up to her face and skimmed it against her cheek. “You’re a bad girl, Kendra.” A beautiful girl. His sexual ideal.
“I can’t help it,” she responded.
Neither could he. He brushed the dildo across her lips. “I’m going to make you suck it.” He paused for effect. “But not yet.”
He moved it down her chin, along her neck, and over her breasts, where he took his time, rolling the head around her nipples.
“Feels good,” she said.
She looked longingly at him, and he suspected that she was thinking about his cock. Nothing could have excited him more.
He slid the dildo to her stomach and poked her navel. Finally he rubbed it between her legs without putting it inside.
When he penetrated her for the first time, it wasn’t going to be with a rubber likeness. He wanted to reserve that glorious rite of passage for himself.
But that didn’t mean her clit was off limits. James went ahead and used the phallus on her most sensitive spot, utilizing the tip to stimulate her.

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