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Thinking Kinkier ISBN # 978-0-85715-839-0 ©Copyright Natalie Dae 2011 Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright December 2011 Edited by S. F. Swift Total-E-Bound Publishing This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Total-E-Bound Publishing. Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Total-E-Bound Publishing. Unauthorised or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution. The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork. Published in 2011 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Total-e-melting and a sexometer of 3. This story contains 44 pages, additionally there is also a free excerpt at the end of the book containing 7 pages.

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Fantasies Explored

THINKING KINKIER Natalie Dae

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Book two in the Fantasies Explored Series Anna has another fantasy. Can Kline take her to the place she wants to be? With another weekend away due, Anna requests that Kline take her to sub-space during sex, somewhere he’s been several times but something she has so far failed to achieve. This time she’s intent on getting there, and with the help of her sexy-as-hell Dom, there’s no room for entertaining the fact she might not. Kline wants to satisfy Anna’s every need and takes her to a new kind of hotel—one with a dungeon so he can use the facilities there to enable him to grant Anna’s latest desire. Will they experience an off-the-charts-hot sexual experience that they’ll never forget?

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Dedication Once again, to my super-dooper editor, Sue, who is just the best thing since sliced bread!

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Chapter One Anna

I needed him—now. The anticipation of tonight, the luxurious weekend stretching ahead, had burned me inside and out all day. Thoughts of Kline, drifts of memories, and the teasing images of what he did to me had taunted, as though tangible—real things with a mind of their own that knew which buttons to press in order to torment me. He’d arrive home soon, but not soon enough, and we’d go to the hotel, play out our fantasies for hours until the time came to return here. To a life like any other, where no one except those at the BDSM club we attended knew our particular desires. I had packed our things earlier—paddles, handcuffs, silk scarves and a slim vibrator— with almost idle movements, knowing many hours needed to pass before we’d actually use them. The rest of the day had been spent in tense expectancy in our new home, the hands on the clock shifting too slowly, the tick an interminable, mocking jeer in the background. I wondered, too many times to count, what Kline was doing at any given moment, envisaged him trying to get through the day like I was. Did he long to rush home during lunch, or take the afternoon off and whisk me away early? I hoped he did, hoped he wanted me as much as I wanted him. And, God, did I want him. A stiff breeze soughed through the open window, chilling my legs as I rested naked on our bed, suitcase beside me where Kline should have been. I looked at it, a poor substitute for the dark-haired, broad-shouldered man who had the ability to send me to my knees. To beg. To plead. To border on screaming the safe word just so that he would stop paddling or smacking, plunge inside me and fuck me senseless. Nipples standing erect from more than just the cold air, I rose and walked over to the window, stared at the billowing curtains, more for something to do than anything else. I strained to hear the sound of his car as it rumbled up the lane running along the front of our property. We had previously lived in a New York City apartment block, our weekends away www.total-e-bound.com

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giving us the freedom to fuck and scream and come loudly without bothering the neighbours. But those weekends hadn’t been enough, and we made a snap decision to relocate to the outskirts where our house stood alone with no one to hear us at night—or during the day if we were home and had a mind to fuck. It had been a good decision, but the weekends away hadn’t stopped, and I wasn’t sorry about that. They were a special part of our relationship and always would be. We looked forward to them, and I was as eager now as I had been that first time, the promise of heady sex and being together with no stress a huge factor in keeping those weekend dates. I sighed, wishing I heard his tyres crunching over the gravel drive, the popping sounds growing louder as he drew closer. Closer to holding me in his arms and kissing the monotony of the day away. Fuck, I loved him. The drapes no longer held my attention, and I sat on the window seat, settling my gaze on smooth legs that would soon jolt with every smack of the paddle, judder when he sank his cock inside me, and finally give way altogether when I could stand no more. I loved it when that happened, when he owned me totally and I was at his complete mercy. Kline had a habit of breaking me every time, honing in on my weakest areas and tapping at them until I was exhausted, spent to the point I had no energy. He was good at that—too good—and I never quite got the better of him. And I’d tried to switch once or twice, tried to bend him to my will, but inevitably the sub in me relented and I let him have his way. How could I not? His dominance was too much of a lure, and seeing where he would take me, which boundaries would be breached, was all part of the attraction. There it was at last, that faint, low growl I’d recognise anywhere, then a slight rise in pitch as he revved the engine in his eagerness to get home. Stomach muscles bunching, I stood, one hand clutching the window frame, fingertips throbbing from the pressure, the other splayed flat across my belly. I held my breath and squinted to see the red blur of his car through the trees bordering the lane. Heart rate climbing, pulse throbbing in my throat and temples, I swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. The blur streaked for a second, only to disappear as the trees grew thicker and the bend in the road took him out of my view. That he was speeding pleased me, it meant he wanted to see me badly, yet at the same time I worried that his haste would one day take him away for good. www.total-e-bound.com

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I couldn’t bear that. Silently, I urged him to slow, to take his time. Reaching me a minute or two later and in one piece was preferable to not at all. I stopped myself thinking that way, instead delighting in the emotions he inspired, the way my body reacted—the further swelling of my nipples, the increasing dampness between my legs and the inevitable lump in my throat. And there he was, on the home stretch, the green and yellow countryside a backdrop, where I could watch his approach unhindered by leaves and branches, a clear view of that little red car with my man inside. I wished I could tell him, show him just how much he meant to me, but words could not express the depth, and my hands roaming his body couldn’t feel enough of him to get my meaning across adequately. But he knew, didn’t he? Knew by the touches, the soft and sometimes bruising meeting of our lips, the way I moaned his name when I came. He had been slightly different since our last visit to the hotel. More needy, wanting assurance that I wasn’t going to run off and leave him. I knew why that was—the threesome we’d had threw him off balance—and I strove to ensure he knew there was nothing to worry about. That extra man, Jack, had been an itch I’d just wanted to scratch. But still, I was sure Kline’s mind played tricks on him. Indeed, if it had been another woman in our bed, in our world, I would feel the same way. A few sharp stabs of jealousy and a large spoonful of ‘what if’ would go a long way to making sure my mind was a mess along with raw, tangled emotions. Part of me wished that particular fantasy hadn’t belonged to me. That he hadn’t indulged my desires. I wanted—needed—him and only him. I wasn’t sure how to tell him that when my previous assurances hadn’t appeared to do much beyond easing his worries for the hour or two after he’d let his true feelings slip out. He was a Dom, but it didn’t mean he didn’t feel. I loved that about him, the way he took control, became this whole other person in the bedroom, yet when out of it, although clearly a strong man emotionally, slight chinks in his armour were becoming more and more apparent. Maybe that was why he was hell-bent on taking me to subspace. Perhaps my inability to do so in the past told him lies—that he wasn’t the right man for me. The man who could take me there. If only he knew, believed, he was the only man who could do it. Clit aching, I resisted the urge to cup myself, to press the heel of my hand against the incessant throb. Kline had told me not to masturbate today, to let the excitement of tonight www.total-e-bound.com

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build without release. It had been difficult. Several times my fingers had strayed, and his words had floated into my mind, stopped me dipping a finger into my wetness or rubbing that swelling ball of nerves that he would later take into his mouth and suck. He was a master at knowing exactly how much pressure to apply, how long I could go with him teasing me before the excitement reached a level I couldn’t return from. Many times I thought I had arrived, only for him to take his mouth away, trail his tongue over other parts of my body until the burn, that nearly all-consuming burn, faded a little. I groaned, jerked my hand away from where it had been heading—to the soft, delicate flesh between my legs, growing wetter by the second—let go of the window frame and knitted my fingers together. The safest thing to do, that. My breath hitched as he swung the car into the driveway and sped along the gravel, coming to a lurching stop right in front of the house. He was home, and our weekend trying something new was about to begin. Swallowing again, then breathing deeply to calm my racing heart, I remained at the window to watch him emerge. So he could see me naked. He flung open the car door, so hard that it rocked on its hinges, and got out, glancing up at me with a look so intense I knew he’d fought through his day too. He’d ran his hand through his dark hair several times today if the mess of it was anything to go by—a tousled, cunt-spasming mess that reminded me of how it looked after my fingers had travelled through it. It had grown some over the past month. Gone were the shorter spikes, replaced by soft waves long enough for me to grip in tight fists. I wanted his hair in my hands now, the ends of it brushing my palms, tickling for a second or two before I gripped hard and held his head steady as he lapped my slit. His dark grey suit, crinkled at the inner elbows, flapped open revealing his usual white shirt. I made out the darker hue of his skin beneath it, and the even darker circle of nipple. I wanted to take it into my mouth and tease it into a tight nub. Swirl my tongue around it and flick-flick-flick. To hear him groan, to say if I sucked any longer he’d come. Please don’t, Anna. Stop. I’m going to… Another breeze gusted, lifting his tie and leading it into a merry dance before depositing it, askew, flat against his chest. With eyes the colour of dark coffee and only a hint of milk, he regarded me intently, studying me to see if I’d disobeyed him. He would read the guilt on my face in an instant if I had, and I smiled a quick flash to let him know I’d been a good girl. www.total-e-bound.com

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He cocked his head, a faint smile of his own eager to break out, doused by his ability to control his emotions. He felt, I knew that, but the power he had over himself never failed to astound me. A perfect Dom, my Kline. A perfect man in my eyes. He closed the door, gaze still on me, and half-walked, half-ran to the house. I couldn’t see him then, the porch roof prevented that, so I listened to the sounds of him entering. His keys tinkled as they met the hallway table. The door shut with a crisp snap—a similar sound to the paddle as it met with my ass—and once again my heart picked up speed. I yearned to go and meet him, to rush down the stairs, breathless and wanting, but he’d told me this morning to remain up here when he arrived. I would follow his orders, of course I would, and coached myself calm, told myself breaking the rules, disobeying his instructions wasn’t how we played the game. The end result was never as fulfilling if I disregarded his instructions. Would he come up here immediately or have me wait? Would he call my name, tell me what he wanted me to do next, or remain silent? Not knowing heightened my desire, and I wrapped my arms around my ribs, brought my legs closer together in order to feel the wet slickness as my inner thighs rubbed one another. How could a man make a woman so wet at just the thought of him? How had he burrowed so deeply into my heart? With no sign of him coming upstairs, I let my mind wander—I needed something, anything to take my mind off what he was doing. If I didn’t, I would end up coming where I stood with no help from his cock or my fingers. That had happened before and I’d been amazed by it. The level, the intensity of the feelings I had for him were all I needed to get me going, to have me shivering all over, rinsed time and again in a desire I’d never felt with anyone else. I thought of the last time we’d been to the hotel, where he’d tied me to the bed with duct tape at my request, told me he’d give me a night to remember. And he had, bringing Jack into the room, the man he’d paid to join us. To lick my slit as Kline sucked my nipples, Jack tugging on the chains attached to them until the hard, needy buds extended so far out that the pain grew exquisite. To fuck my ass as Kline fucked my cunt. “He’s going to prime your ass now, Anna. Make it nice and wet, ready to take him. He’s got a hard cock, sweetheart. You ready for us both now?” Just recalling those words, Kline’s voice so steady and in control, had me almost crying out, but if I did, he might hear me, think that I was touching myself. I thought, then, whether www.total-e-bound.com

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Kline had it in mind to invite Jack along again. Although I wouldn’t object, tonight, at least, I wanted Kline all to myself. His plans for this weekend involved taking me into subspace, something I had never quite achieved in the past, and I was determined to reach it. Having Jack there wouldn’t be right, not the first time I managed it anyway—it had to be something special, just between myself and Kline. A shuffle sounded, not close enough to be Kline on the stairs. I stiffened, eager for the moment he walked through the bedroom doorway. My staggered breaths masked any other noise he might have loosed and, much as I tried, I couldn’t concentrate enough to pick up on where Kline was. The thoughts of Jack, of sharing us with him, had me losing focus. Yet I had wanted that, my mind taken off what Kline was doing and the anticipation of when he would bless me with his presence. Yes, I had, but, damn it, I also wanted to think about him. I ground my teeth at my inability to know what I wanted, to stick to one thing and one thing only. Kline always had that effect on me, had me at sixes and sevens, blasts of contradicting emotions shuddering through me until I thought I’d go insane. He loved it that way. Breathe. Be calm. He’ll be here soon. I brought Jack to mind again, cursing when the vision of him filled my mind, all blond beauty and smooth, hard muscle. The sight set my clit throbbing harder, and along with the imagery of Kline prowling about downstairs, a smile on his precious lips, I reached a hand downwards again. No. Don’t. I folded my arms once more, fingers squeezing my elbows, and lost myself in the rhythmic pulse fluctuating in my neck. Listened to the sound of it as it thudded, a loud drum inside my head and chest, matching my heartbeat that squandered the chance to pump my blood at a more languid pace. God, this was difficult, staying put and waiting. I hated yet loved it. Wanted it yet longed to flout the rules and throw myself at Kline. Fuck, the things he does to me… A smile came then, slow to spread but nonetheless full of happiness, and I closed my eyes, giving in and listening out for him. I shouldn’t fill my mind with another man when my own was the one who meant the most to me—the one who had promised to take me to a place I craved, to keep going until I got there. Would I reach that special place? Abandon all

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thoughts that had always ensured I was shut out before? Know that sensual, mind-blowing experience, where nothing mattered except the enjoyment of what Kline was doing? I vowed to try. Another shuffle reached me, louder this time. A shoe on carpet? Stair carpet? My stomach rolled over—God, he was going to send me crazy if he wasn’t careful—and abruptly the room spun and tilted, my equilibrium shockingly shot to pieces. I breathed through my nose in order to stop the reel that threatened to pitch me out of the window, and grabbed the frame to steady my swaying body. It was too much, this waiting. “Anna?” His voice floated towards me, sending shivers through my body and springing goose bumps up on my skin. I sucked in a breath through my mouth and released it slowly, judging by the volume of that one word that he was at the foot of the stairs. “Are you touching yourself?” I shook my head even though he couldn’t see me. “No.” “Thinking kink, then?” Another head shake. “No.” “Are you sure?” He was closer now, I could feel it, the hairs on my arms standing up a good indication of that. How he had learnt the pattern of the stair creaks in just under a month amazed me, but I shook my head at that thought. Why would it amaze me? Kline always worked things out in advance, always played our games in his head long before they became real. Which was why our trysts worked so perfectly. “So, did you behave yourself today?” he asked, voice a little louder. “Yes.” The hairs on the back of my neck bristled. “You didn’t masturbate at all?” He sounded amused. “No.” “So tonight you’ll be more than ready.” “I am now.” He chuckled, a sexy burble that almost forced me to sit on the window seat. My knees— he’d weakened them again just by his words—and my squeezing of elbows did nothing to stop the shake in my fingers. I smoothed my hands up and down my arms to eradicate the www.total-e-bound.com

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pimples, to lay the hairs back down. It was a downright sin that he had the capability to do this to me, to send me off-kilter, drowning with wanting him. “And are you naked like I asked?” Oh, God, he was so close now. I didn’t dare turn to check whether he filled the doorway, gaze travelling up and down my body, him taking in the sight of me at his leisure. I wanted that moment where he came up behind me, placed his hands lightly on my shoulders, unexpected and delicious. I wanted it so badly I whimpered. “Ah, I see you are naked.” Fuck, he’s here. He can see me. My knees jolted, and I forced my legs straight, pushed myself to damn well get a grip and stop melting so quickly. The point of the evening ahead would be wasted if I came now. But then soft, airy warmth bathed my neck, sending ripples of desire down my spine and awakening the goose bumps again. Telling myself off had taken my attention away from his silent glide across the room, and as he reached around to cup my breasts, his hands hot and gentle on my flesh, I nearly lost it. His lips meeting the side of my neck sent a shock of yearning to my core, and I moaned, praying that he did no more than that. If he did, there would be no turning back. I would come. He spun me to face him, held me at arm’s length as his gaze raked my body from head to foot, then back again to linger on the damp curls between my legs. I sucked in a breath at the sight of him, so close yet too far away for me to lean forwards and kiss his lips, his cheeks, his jaw. “Excited, Anna?” he asked, a predatory smile appearing as he lifted his eyes to meet mine. “Yes,” I managed. He glanced at the suitcase, then down at the smaller valise beside the bed that held our toys. “We won’t be needing that toy case tonight. I have…other things in mind.” Oh, God, he was teasing me so much I didn’t think I could hold out any longer. “Other things?” He drew one hand down from the top of my arm and thumbed a nipple. Tender, loving strokes. I wanted to scream for him to pull them, tug them so hard like he usually did. He changed his caress as though he’d read my mind, flicking the nipple with stronger force. www.total-e-bound.com

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“Oh, yes. Things you’ll love. Things we haven’t used before.” I stared at him, mind racing with possibilities, but I couldn’t utter a word. His presence, his scent—cologne spiced with the sweat of excitement—and his flick-flick-flick on my nipple suffocated any words I might have said. Instead, I stared at him some more, taking in the swell of his cheekbones, the arch of one eyebrow as he looked back at me, totally in control, with me totally at his mercy. Bastard. You beautiful, sexy bastard. He smiled wider, winked, and if I didn’t get us out of this room, the hotel reservation would be wasted for tonight. “Get dressed,” he said, taking his hands off me and turning his back. The command and his action made my cunt ache.

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Chapter Two Kline

Kline needed her—now. Sadly, that wasn’t an option. Driving into the city meant he had to keep both hands on the wheel. Even reaching over to caress her thigh would be dangerous on these winding country roads. Damn her allure. Damn it and love it at the same time. She drove him wild, sometimes to the point he wanted to throw his Dom status out the window and go with his baser instincts—to take her when he felt the need and not to push himself until he couldn’t take any more. But that was the whole point with them, wasn’t it? To test. To push. To deny until the very last second. Her scent filled the car, wafting to him in waves each time she shifted—a distraction he found hard to ignore. His cock hardened some, and he willed the solidity to subside, to stay at the semi-erect stage. Last thing he needed was to give in, pull over, and fuck her on the roadside. Not that it wasn’t a good idea, and in any other circumstances he’d have done just that, but tonight he needed her begging for it in order for her to reach the place they’d discussed. He’d attained it several times with her. Fuck, just commanding her sent him to a space inside his head where nothing else mattered, where he floated on lust and desire, the strength of it holding him buoyant in a sea of fuck-I-love-her-to-distraction. He sighed and contemplated risking a glance at her. That could prove dangerous, knock him off the perilous ledge he walked, but his head turned of its own accord, consequences be damned. There she was, by his side as usual, the anchor that kept him sane. He stared back at the road. Did she know how much he adored her? How, when he thought of losing her, a lump threatened to cut off his airway and send him lightheaded? He told her often how he loved her, how she was the only woman on the planet for him, but the well of emotion inside him—shit, his feelings were too deep to express. She’d said the same about herself, how no words were adequate, so he guessed she did know how he felt.

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So why did he think of that just then? Why had he been thinking it so much lately? Was there some deep-seated fear inside him that he’d lose her? Yeah, there was, and it had manifested when he’d invited Jack into their hotel room last month. Kline had done it to please her, a way to show her how much he cared. He wanted her to be happy, to understand he’d do anything—anything—for her. He hadn’t expected to feel so out of control, though. Watching Jack lick her cunt had all but sent Kline crazy, and when it came to letting Jack enter Anna’s body…shit, Kline had gritted his teeth, brought the dominant out in himself, and made it clear as day he was in control. Jack had got the message. Yeah, he’d got it all right, but Kline had learnt something about himself that night. He doubted, by choice, he’d invite Jack to be with them again. Since that man had walked out of the hotel room, a force had taken over Kline, one that pissed him off in the middle of the night, disturbing his sleep until he spooned Anna so tight he risked waking her. The man had unsettled Kline. Had him thinking he’d lose his precious woman and everything they had. They hadn’t discussed Jack afterwards, not one bit. It seemed they had both decided to forget the threesome had happened. He didn’t want to bring it up in case she asked for the same again and then some. And he wouldn’t deny her, he knew that, despite jealousy raging inside him. He wanted to be enough, the only one she needed, and before Jack, he had been. “Am I enough for you?” he blurted, inwardly cursing himself for voicing his thoughts. He glanced at her again. She furrowed her brow, and he immediately wished he’d engaged his brain before his goddamned mouth. Head cocked, she eyed him as though worried their conversation might take a turn she hadn’t anticipated. Hell, he hadn’t anticipated it… “Of course you are! What the hell brought that on again?” She reached out and laid a hand on his thigh, squeezed lightly, then smoothed her thumb across the fabric of his trousers. Kline stared at the road slipping beneath the car, unable to look at the incomprehension playing out on her features. He’d made her fret. He’d put that expression there. Fucking stupid prick! “Uh, forget I asked that. I’m just being…” He sighed raggedly. “Fuck, it’s just that last time we went for a hotel tryst…” www.total-e-bound.com

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There. He’d mentioned it. No turning back now. “Look, he was…a nice change but not one I’d want all the time, okay? Probably never again. I had the fantasy, you had it happen. It’s done, all right? Forget it.” From the corner of his eye, he caught her smiling, a soft tilt of the lips that was meant to reassure him. It did, but it didn’t stop him calling himself a thoughtless son of a bitch. “Right. Well…about tonight.” “What about it?” She squeezed his thigh harder, shifted her fingers towards his groin. Christ, if she inched them further up he’d have a full-blown hard-on. He cleared his throat and tried to concentrate on the road. The New York City lights loomed closer, their brightness surrounding the place he planned to take her. The place where hopefully he’d ensure another of her fantasies came true. “It won’t be how you think.” He quickly looked at her, then back ahead. The image of her stayed in his mind’s eye, all long blonde hair and sexy legs, taut stomach and pert tits. Even dressed in jeans and a T-shirt she turned him on. His cocked twitched. Shit! “What, subspace?” She brushed the material covering his balls with her pinky finger. “That and… No, I want it to be a surprise.” She leaned across the gap between their seats and rested her cheek on his shoulder. “I love surprises.” “I know.” And I love you. Her perfume swirled around him, along with a heavy dose of her, the singular aroma that belonged solely to Anna, one he’d recognise at a million paces. Everything about her was stored in his mind. Christ, she’d burrowed deep inside him, and he never wanted her to come out. If she did, a gaping void would be there, one he’d never refill. Stop thinking maudlin shit and enjoy the weekend, damn it! He smiled at her, his lips shaking a little, and hoped she didn’t catch the tremor. Worrying her more wasn’t something he wanted to do—hadn’t wanted to worry her at all, but he had. With a quick peek in the rear view mirror to check for any cars behind, he broke his own rule, pulled over and cut the engine. If she liked surprises, she’d like this one, albeit a quick roadside stop he hadn’t planned at all. He reached out and grasped her shoulder, the one furthest from him, and shifted sideways so he could crush her to his chest. He held her www.total-e-bound.com

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head still, fingers weaving through her hair, and took a deep breath. Smelt flowery shampoo. Perfume. Anna. “Fuck, I love you so much,” he whispered, voice breaking mid-sentence. “I just…I just needed you to know that.” She tried to lift her head but he held her tighter and fisted her hair. “Nothing’s wrong, Anna, I just had the urge, you know?” She relaxed, snaking her hand around his waist and running her fingertips up and down his shirt beneath his suit jacket. “Are you sure everything’s okay?” Her voice sounded small, full of insecurity, and he hated himself for allowing her to feel this way. Taking a long, lung-filling breath, he forced the Dom in him to the fore. “Everything’s fine. Now, suck my cock.” He relaxed his hold on her head, tipped it back so he could look down at her, and almost drowned in her damn beautiful eyes. “Suck it.” Her smile told him she believed nothing was wrong, relief bleeding into her jagged frown and smoothing out the lines. She licked her lips, the tip of her pink tongue curling up. That look he loved so much appeared—hooded eyelids, lashes rising and falling slowly, pupils dilating—and he gave up the fight and allowed his cock free rein. His length pressed against his trousers, his tip chafing the underside of his zip, and his balls ached. She dipped her head, working his zipper, and then all he saw as he looked down was the back of her head, hair splayed, willing him to grip it. Soft skin met with his—she curled her fingers around his base—and he held back a groan. She had the ability to make him want to come so hard his head spun. The warmth of her breath heated his cock a second before her lips touched him. Wet and sensual, her mouth enveloped him, taking him deep until his tip touched the back of her throat. Fuck, she knew how to give head and give it well. He bit back another groan, balls drawing tight, his asshole clenching as he warded off coming. He just wanted a teaser, wanted her to want him, and then, when she got good and wet between her sexy-as-hell legs, he’d tell her to stop. She drew up his length, nice and slow the way he liked it, sucking harder as her lips skated over the top. His cock spasmed, and he knew, as she took him deep once more, his pre-cum would coat her tongue. And she’d know she had him then, how much he wanted her. He resisted canting his hips and shoving himself further into her mouth. Resisted grabbing her hair and working her head to the pace he wanted. She loved that, being www.total-e-bound.com

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directed, having him pull her hair so taut he risked yanking it out. It excited her, she said, gave her a sense of such submission her cunt creamed just from thinking about it. So he wouldn’t do it. No, he wanted her begging for it later. Teasing her now was all part of his plan. She swirled her tongue as she sucked, her searching hands matching the rhythm of her mouth. His cock vein pulsed in time with his fast-beating heart, and God, if he didn’t concentrate he’d come down her throat. One more upstroke, another down, and he said, “Enough.” Anna sucked upwards, too damn slow for his liking, because fuck, he was on an edge he hadn’t intended being near. She looked up at him. That smile, that quirk of her lips… Damn, she’d have cum shooting onto her slender neck if she didn’t stop. “It’s time to go,” he said, lifting her away from him and tucking himself away. “Did you like that?” He started the car up and edged back onto the road. “Did you think you’d make me come?” She settled back in her seat, head on the headrest, legs stretched out in the footwell. Apart. Hand resting over her crotch. If she touched, if she went to rub herself… “I wanted you to.” Her sigh wasn’t one of resignation but of contentment, possibly of holding back, keeping herself in check. His earlier command of not masturbating today still held. The minute he caught her fingers straying further between her legs he’d stop the car and smack her tight little ass. “Leave your cunt alone,” he demanded. She jerked her hand away and clutched her leg. He held his smile at bay, but said, “That cunt is mine, you know that, and you only get to touch it when I say you can. Stop trying to break the rules.” “I don’t mean to,” she said. “Just that you get me so fucking riled up I can’t think straight.” He chuckled, all thoughts of insecurity fleeing his mind and leaving his shoulders a little less rigid, his heart a lot lighter. “You do the same to me, you know that, right?” “Of course I do.” He knew she’d smirked, knew she felt smug. Well, that was okay, because he’d soon wipe that smirk off her face—in a good way. It would be replaced with her mouth contorted www.total-e-bound.com

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in ecstasy as she writhed and begged. Eyes wide or even bunched shut, throttled groans growling in her throat to flow between her lush, plump, semi-parted lips. He’d fuck her into subspace if it was the last thing he did. The road gave way to the city, and, out of habit, he drove towards their usual hotel, his thoughts centring on what he had in mind for her. As the hotel’s façade came into view, he snapped out of his musings and took a left, driving away from that place towards another. “What are you doing?” she asked, craning her neck to look out the back window. “The hotel’s that way. We always go there.” “I know. But you like surprises, right?” “Yes…” She drew that word out, long and filled with curiosity, and turned back to face the front. “But—” “Who calls the shots on these weekends?” He gave the question an edge, letting her know the game had really started now and she ought to do as she was told from here on out. “You do.” “So be a good girl and keep quiet. If you need something to occupy yourself until we arrive where we’re heading, think kink, Anna.” He knew those words would set her off, they always did. He said them often, his way of urging her to explore her fantasies and come up with exciting ways to enhance their fucking experience. Think kink, Anna. Think kink… With a sideways shift of his eyes, he watched her lashes droop and come to rest on the swell of her flushed cheeks. Lights from street lamps and the windows of buildings they passed flickered over her face, a stuttered display of illumination then shadow between each flash of brightness. He imagined her thinking, working out where the hell he was taking her, why he hadn’t told her about it before now. And why hadn’t he? Yeah, he’d wanted to surprise her, that much was true, but if he was honest… Could he be honest? Could he acknowledge that he didn’t want to go back to that hotel, that room, because the last time they’d been in it some other man had sucked Anna’s cunt and fucked her ass? There. He’d admitted it. Admitted how damn much that third party had affected him. And he needed to get the fuck over it before it caused a rift between them. Like she’d said, it was done, finished. No point in going over it again now or any time in the future. She belonged to him, wasn’t going anywhere, and he should just get a hold of himself and enjoy www.total-e-bound.com

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what was to come. There was so much to explore with her, so many things to do, and tonight was just the start of the next phase in their relationship. “Are you thinking kink?” he asked, turning right down a side street and driving to the end where another road to the left led to their destination. “Mmmm.” “Good. Keep thinking.” Kline squinted, trying to decipher the numbers on the buildings lining either side of the road. They appeared not to have any, or even signs, and he frowned. What the hell was he meant to do now? A red mailbox attached to the wall beside the front door of a beige-bricked building ahead snagged his attention. He recalled the receptionist telling him to look out for it. As she’d also told him, a driveway between that building and the next appeared, and he turned right into it and followed the curve as it arced around back. A few cars were already parked, and he smiled at that, wondering if anyone from the club would be inside. He slid into a space, shut off the engine and unbuckled his belt. “We’re here.” Before she could entice him with that cock-hardening look of hers, he got out of the car and took their suitcase from the back seat. Still not looking at her as she also climbed out and closed her door, he clicked his key fob to lock the vehicle. “Come on.” She didn’t ask where they were or why they’d come here. Good. She was in gameplaying mode. He walked ahead, heard her footsteps as she trailed him, and allowed himself a satisfied smile as he pushed open the glass door at the rear of the building and went inside. He waited for her to enter, ignoring the waft of her perfume as a slight gust of wind followed her inside. He had to close himself off. At this stage of the game, it was too early for him to think too far ahead to what she would do to him, trusting him wholly and allowing him to take her where she wanted to go. Keeping his gaze ahead, he led the way down a narrow hallway. At another door, wooden and shiny from too much varnish and polish, he took a deep breath and opened it. A brightly lit foyer greeted him, unlike what he’d been expecting. It looked like any other hotel, all marble floors, fake Greek pillars and numerous potted plants. The seemingly essential hotel lobby requirement, two leather sofas and matching chairs, were placed so a group of people could chat in comfort, but he and Anna wouldn’t be using them.

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He strode to the desk, booking in and handing over his credit card. Anna stood beside him, gaze fixed on the floor, the pose he loved—she loved—and he wondered idly whether her cunt had grown damp yet. Was she struggling to remain composed, or was her mind full of the possibilities tonight may hold? Would she guess why they were here instead of their usual hotel? He hoped not. Her fantasy should remain a good memory, not something tainted by the fact he couldn’t shut off the bad thoughts regarding it. Only he had a problem with what they had done with Jack. Forget him. It won’t happen again. Keys in hand, Kline walked over to the elevator, pleased Anna followed like she always did when they played the game—no questions now, just obedience and trust. He hoped he appeared at ease, in control, and everything she had come to expect of him. Any more of him asking needy questions and revealing his insecurities might change how she saw him. He didn’t want that. The elevator ride was quiet except for the humming of the hidden mechanics, and he stared at their fuzzy reflections in the steel doors. His heart melted at the sight of her bent head, her long hair falling forwards, the way she clutched her bag with both hands. Such a striking difference to her usual demeanour. And fuck, they loved it this way, him in control, her trusting him, wanting to please him, knowing he’d never do anything to hurt her. They had the perfect set-up. Their ride ended with a lurch and the elevator opened. He walked down a hallway lined with doors—doors so far apart that the rooms must be large—and nodded his approval. If the brochure was to be believed, once they were in their suite, he’d see more than the average hotel room. Yeah, there would be a bed and the usual things inside, but another, much different room would also be behind one of the inner doors, and it wouldn’t lead to a bathroom or living room. A brief flicker of what awaited them behind that door swept into his mind. That image and what they would do there made his cock ache.

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Chapter Three Anna

I needed him—now. The pressure in my clit was becoming too much, yet I knew he could push me much further, to the point where if I didn’t control myself I’d burst with need. Standing behind him, I peered over his shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t know I’d lifted my gaze from the floor. Deep inside, I knew why he’d chosen a new hotel, was glad for it, as our usual room would hold memories that didn’t belong to just us. I would think about Jack the minute we walked in that other place, I knew that, and tonight I didn’t want to. It wasn’t that I wanted the blond guy—no, that wasn’t why I thought of him from time to time—but that Kline asking him to join us proved just how much my man loved me. That was what had stuck in my mind, not the ass-fucking Jack gave me as Kline’s cock filled my other hole. Not the swipes to my ass or the pull as he dragged my clit into his mouth. Stop it. I shut him out of my mind. The usual hotel room stood before us, a bed butting up to the left wall, dead centre, a pine cabinet either side. Positioned above the cabinets, unlit wall lamps—cream, half-moon ceramic shades with white speckles—would give a pleasing glow when switched on. Directly opposite me, heavy cream blackout drapes covered the windows, hiding the view—not that it interested me. A cream carpet and a beige rug at the foot of the bed looked as though they would be super soft on bare feet. Yet, they’d chafe knees, backs, breasts, elbows and asses if Kline had it in mind to fuck me on the floor. The thought of that set my clit throbbing harder. He strode inside, and I returned my gaze downwards, enough that I could see what he was doing, and trailed in behind him. He dropped our suitcase beside a wardrobe opposite the bed and took off his jacket while I reached behind and closed the door. He had his back to me, so I took the chance to watch his muscles bunch and flex beneath his thin shirt. The fabric tautened across his shoulders as he leant forwards and hung his jacket on the back of a www.total-e-bound.com

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chair placed in front of a small vanity table, and my God, I wanted to stalk right over there and run my hands all over him. Press my front to his back, nipples hard and gaining friction from his shirt, and push my cunt against his ass. We did that sometimes, had sex where he didn’t take control, where I had some measure of it, but tonight and tomorrow night, that wasn’t an option. He spun, almost fast enough to catch me staring, but my sights were on the fluffy carpet at my feet, me staring at it as though it was the most fascinating thing I’d ever seen. It wasn’t. Of course it wasn’t. He was. “Strip,” he said, that one word screwing with my insides, knotting them into a scribble of nerves that twisted and writhed in my gut. “Then follow me.” He walked over to two doors beside the wardrobe and opened each one. They opened into this room, so I couldn’t see what lay behind them. I guessed a bathroom and living room, much like our usual hotel, and wondered if he had plans to fuck me in the tub or perhaps on the sofa, the leather cold on my skin before it warmed, or the fabric abrading my flesh. I shrugged away my musings and lifted my T-shirt over my head, tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. Heeling off my boots, I left them where they were and popped open my jean buttons. The feel of denim gliding down my legs brought a fresh gush of fluid to my folds—I was one second closer to being naked, to the next part of our evening becoming real. The anticipation throughout the day had been worth it, frustrating as it had been at the time. The culmination of wondering what we would do, to actually being here, created a spiral of excitement so strong in my belly I felt sick. Jeans removed and in a heap on the floor, I took a deep breath through my nose. Releasing it through my mouth quelled the nausea a little—good nausea that always heightened my lust—but I didn’t want to feel that yet. Not when I was sure Kline had so much in store for us. I had to pace myself. Remain in control. I smiled at that. Me being in charge of my emotions and feelings. I’d once thought only the Dom needed to be in control when I first met Kline and agreed to join the club. But I’d learnt subs had their own form of command. If I was told not to come, I had the task of holding it off, and sometimes it tested my strength. At first, I hadn’t been able to do as he’d asked. What he was doing to me at the time—be it slowly stroking my clit with his fingers pumping inside me or him licking my cleft as he smacked my thigh—proved too much to www.total-e-bound.com

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handle. I’d come, great crashing waves that had my body jolting, my skin tingling, even the hair on my head vibrating in their follicles. He’d taught me how to cope, how to switch off yet feel at the same time. He’d taught me so much. I hadn’t put on a bra or panties and so stood naked, my clit buzzing after every pulse beating through it. The scent of my excitement drifted up and I sucked it in, pleased that the tang of it burned my nostrils. God, I was so ready for him, I imagined my juices were as thick as cream with my want. Kline turned to look at me, nostrils flaring. Had he smelled me too? Was he struggling to keep away from me, holding back the urge to rush forwards and crush me to his chest? To kneel, suck my clit and taste the arousal that swirled between us now? He blinked then swivelled, disappearing through one of the doorways. I squinted to see through the crack below the top hinge. For a moment I saw nothing but his white shirt and the waistband of his trousers until he walked into the room. Light. I saw light and assumed the curtains were open. “I hope you’re still looking at the floor, Anna.” I jumped at the sound of his voice and immediately stared at the carpet, at my redpainted toenails and the way the pile moulded around my feet. The air around me seemed to tingle, as though it knew why we were here, knew the secrets Kline had in mind and was bursting to reveal them. I didn’t want it to. I shouldn’t have tried to see into the room. I was spoiling the game. Time slowed, and I felt like I had stood here for too long, arms by my sides, nipples perked and ready for his mouth to surround them. Cunt aching for him to fill it. Ass begging to be smacked. I listened to him in that room, and when the tinkle of chains sounded, my whole body tensed with expectancy and curiosity. Had he been here prior to our arrival so those other things he’d mentioned could be put in place? No, he couldn’t have—he’d checked in just now—so what was that noise? It came again, a deliberate jingle that ensured my mind ticked over at rapid-fire speed. He knew exactly which buttons to press, and I loved him yet hated him for it all at the same time. Madness, this swirl of emotions he had me feeling. But I longed for it every time.

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“Come here,” he said, his tone flat, telling me nothing of his emotional state. He had switched over completely, then. I took a pace forwards, gaze fixed on the gap between the door and frame, and a whoosh heralded the light winking out in that room. He’d closed the curtains, and a brief dash of shadowy motion flitted across the gap—Kline walking to another part of the room. Before rounding the door, I bent my head and walked inside, unaware of where he stood or what the space contained because of the darkness. I itched to lift my chin, to defy him and have a good look around, but denied myself the pleasure, knowing it would dampen the other kind of pleasure I’d get if I just did as I was told. Anticipation, not knowing… “Close the door.” I obeyed, and the room went as near to pitch black as it could get. It took a few moments for my eyes to become accustomed to the change, and I raised my head, blinking in order to see what surrounded me. “Look down, Anna!” I cursed myself for disobeying him and myself. Hadn’t I just thought about anticipation? How much better it was not to know? But this was all new, this hotel and this room, and although I trusted Kline with my life, a small part of me, perhaps the survival instinct, needed to know what the room contained. A thought came then, harsh and abrasive, that I hadn’t reached that place where I trusted him completely as I thought I had. And it burned, that knowledge. Tears pricked my eyes. It felt like betrayal, that I had let him down, that him being my Master and me wholly giving myself to him hadn’t happened yet. “It’s natural to want to peek, sweetheart.” And there it was, his gentle reassurance, coming at just the right time as if he’d read my mind, picked up on my insecurities, me berating myself. He knew me better than I’d imagined, understood me so well. God, I loved him. “Just try and do as you’re told, see how you go, and if you really need to lift your head, to look, just do it. I don’t want you feeling pressure, feeling scared. You know that isn’t the way this is. The way I am.” I nodded, remembering what he’d told me when I’d first visited the club with him. My knowledge of BDSM was severely skewed. I thought it was all about hurting your lover, www.total-e-bound.com

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getting kicks out of their pain, but that wasn’t exactly how it worked. The main thing for Kline was my happiness, and if I wasn’t comfortable with anything he did I only had to speak up. A two-way street. A mutual agreement that no means no. A Dom wanting control, pushing his sub to higher thresholds, yet at the same time ensuring the sub welcomed his actions. I suddenly didn’t want to see the room that badly. “It’s okay. I trust you.” I said that more to myself than him, reaffirming the promise that I’d believe in him. Kline knew me better than I knew myself. Knew exactly how much I could take, what would turn me on or off. What would frighten or excite me. “Good. Take four steps forward.” As I did so, I hiked in a long breath, taking in the sensation of those goose bumps reappearing. They raced across my skin, starting from my scalp and ending at my toes. I shivered from the pleasure. His hand curled around my wrist. Startled a little, I willed my heart to stop its stupid, over-erratic response and let him guide me towards him. He let my wrist go and came up behind me, his breathing steady and without tremors. Once again I marvelled at his selfcontrol. I needed to learn some more of that. He tenderly pushed me forwards, hands on my back, and I ignored the instinct to put my hands out in front of me. I grew hot, sensed a wall ahead a second before the tips of my toes met the wainscoting, and came to a halt with my forehead resting on the cold surface. It cooled my fevered brow, my warming cheeks, and I was grateful for that. My whole body was on fire, my skin a swathe of heat. Sweat beaded at my temples and I longed to lift my hair from my neck and get some air to it. Kline took his hands away, the soft squeak of his shoes loud as he left my personal space. I cherished the solitude, just for a moment, where I could gather my wits and prepare myself for what delights he had thought up. Releasing a soft sigh, I waited. Again, for what seemed like forever. He was toying with me, and I loved it. The hairs on my back shimmied—he was coming close again. I held my breath, waiting for the strike of a paddle or his flattened palm, but nothing happened. God, my heart pattered so hard, so fast, and my knees weakened, bobbed as they lost their former rigidity. Jagged breaths left me, bouncing off the wall to ricochet back onto my face, another soothing www.total-e-bound.com

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balm on my heated cheeks. To my right, that chain tinkled again, loud and startling, and my stomach rolled over. If I hadn’t braced myself against the wall I would have pitched forwards from shock. “Lift your right arm,” he said, voice steady, not a glimmer of breathlessness in the words. I did as instructed, and he took my wrist in hand and stretched my arm upwards until the muscles in my armpit pulled long and tight. A cold band—metal I guessed—snapped around my wrist and he released me, left me there to digest what he had done. Where we were. A hotel with a dungeon. Adrenaline whipped through me, gaining speed the closer it travelled to my cunt, resulting in a convulsion in my pelvis as the sensation spiked in my clit. We had gone up a level, and I couldn’t wait to find out what he would do next. Chains, we’d never used them before, unless I counted those on handcuffs. He repeated his actions with my left wrist and walked out of my space again. I imagined he watched me, standing with his hands splayed over his thighs, fingertips digging into his flesh at the sight of my naked form held in place for him to do with as he pleased. The vision wetted my slit, and I squirmed, gyrating my abdomen so I could delight in the slickness on my inner thighs. Another waft of my arousal puffed up, stronger, so pungent, and I smiled at its strength. Inquisitive, I tested how the metal felt around my wrists. The edge of it dug into my skin—not unpleasant but not soft either—and I hooked my fingers around the attached chains, thick, cold, smooth and silky. I couldn’t reach higher without straining my already extended armpit muscles, and the tendons in the backs of my thighs and calves protested at the stretch. I took it all in, the sensations, the burn, noting even my ass cheeks contracted every time I shifted. A smile came, and I closed my eyes to better hear when Kline came near. “Comfortable?” he asked. “Yes, Sir.” He didn’t respond, instead walking somewhere to my left. I waited for sounds that indicated him getting undressed but heard nothing except a woody rattle. Matches? My assumption proved correct as a scratch of sound occured followed by a bright burst of light. www.total-e-bound.com

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In my peripheral I watched the golden flame rise, the light from it giving a good glimpse of Kline’s finger and thumb at the match’s base, the curve of the back of his hand, and his shirtcuffed wrist. Just to see him, any part of him, had my knees turning to jelly again and my heart beating faster. I had the urge to take that thumb deep into my mouth, mimicking sucking him off, but the thought was snatched away as he lit a candle in a black sconce on the wall and backed away. The candle flame jostled from the air of his retreat, then settled to a slightly wavering teardrop, a dancing circle of light splashing on the wall behind it. I saw nothing beyond that light, no other sconces, no furniture beneath, and the illumination didn’t reach where I stood. I wanted to see the chains, see myself strung up by them, feel the pleasure the sight would bring. Kline would know that, which was why I wasn’t surprised when he left me there for what must have been several minutes. The chains had grown warm in my hands, and soon my palms would be sweating, my purchase slippery. The heat, God, it soared through me once more, waves of it undulating, ebbing and flowing. The sweat beads dripped down my face to hang precariously at my jawline. He was driving me crazy for his touch. Even his closeness, his breath on my skin would do. No contact was something I could only handle if I concentrated on waiting for him to do something. I did that now, ears straining for sound, fists clamping the chains, and imagined him waiting for the right moment to strike. It seemed he wasn’t playing by his usual rules tonight, though. Like he’d purposely changed his pattern so I couldn’t guess what was going to happen. I liked that, yet a frisson of uncertainty tried to manifest into a monster, pushing into my mind with thoughts of the unknown, taunting me that I was completely in the dark. Go away. I can handle this. He knows what he’s doing. Of that I had no doubt. Another scratch, another candle lighted closer to me, and I looked down at my skin, the faint blush of creamy light bringing my left side into focus. He lit another, even closer, and the halo of brightness spread across the wall in front of me. I looked up at my wrists—he’d said it was all right to be curious, hadn’t he?—deliciously bound by dull, grey metal clasps, a keyhole in each, their depths black. A ripple of desire swarmed through me, hot, growing

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hotter as it sought to fill every part of my body. I needed a drink; my mouth was dry, throat too, and swallowing was a little painful. “Drink?” I asked quietly. He rushed towards me, the swiftness of air meeting my back told me that, and I lifted my head from the wall to turn and take a sip from a highball glass filled with water and ice. The freezing chips jostled as I guzzled the liquid, and a droplet of condensation, beautifully cold, splashed between my breasts and meandered down towards my navel. With my throat thankfully eased, Kline took the glass away and it clonked as its base hit a surface. Then the sound I had wanted to hear since this morning came. Kline removing his clothing. And once again, my clit ached.

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Chapter Four Kline

He needed her—now. More than he had done when he’d seen her in their bedroom at home. Much as he appeared and sounded in control, inside he was a bundle of excitement that had grown teeth. They nibbled at his gut, then gnawed ferociously, and it took all he had in him to thrust away the feelings of giving in and just fucking her now. Trying not to hurry, which would tell Anna his command was on the brink of slipping, he removed his shirt, throwing it behind him. His shoes, socks and trousers followed. No boxer briefs—he’d relished the chafe on his cock as he’d gone about his work day, the seam of his trousers rubbing between his balls. Unencumbered and feeling free, loose-limbed and pliant, he quietly walked over to the sideboard to my far left. Crops, paddles and all manner of toys sat on its surface in regimented rows, but what he sought wasn’t there. He opened a drawer, peering into the gloom to find a long, thick butt plug. He took it from the drawer along with lube. Unscrewing the lid, he turned it around so the spike pierced the protective foil over the tube’s opening, then stood behind her. She was so beautiful, this woman of his—so beautiful the sight of her hurt sometimes. Love for her sharpened those teeth already biting his innards, lending a sharper nip, and he looked away for a few seconds to compose himself. His hands shook—Christ, he was excited—and he willed himself calm. Once satisfied, he inched closer. “Open your legs. Wide.” She jolted at his command and obeyed, her slender pins creating enough space for him to go down on his haunches to seat himself on the floor between them. Inches from her, he could smell her arousal. The cold wall on his back had him sucking in a sharp breath, and he remained in place until it warmed, staring ahead. He couldn’t look up at her yet. Couldn’t control himself if he did. After what he guessed were several minutes, he lifted his gaze to her cunt. The light was just strong enough to perfectly show the glossy curls, damp with her juices. The heady odour soaked into his senses, giving life to his dick. Arousal taking an animalistic bent, his www.total-e-bound.com

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shaft expanded at an almost painful rate. He loosed a breath through his mouth, gripping the small tendril of control he had left and holding it tight. Don’t break now. With calm movements, a vast contrast to what he was feeling, he lubed the butt plug, tossing the tube to the floor. He looked up, noting her ass cheeks were slightly spread, and reached into the darkness between them. Her breathing changed, going from slow to fast in an instant, and he knew she stared down at him, had seen the plug. Going by feel alone, he opened her ass globes further with finger and thumb, then judged where her tight pucker was, pressing the plug’s end to it. It gave way easily, allowing the plug inside, swallowing it in one swift suck. Her barely stifled moan drew more blood into his cock, and a dribble of pre-cum oozed down his tip. “Think kink, Anna.” He shouldn’t have said that. Thoughts of her mind filling with smutty images set his cock to throbbing, his veins swollen and straining beneath the skin. Bollocks pulling upwards in their sacs, he released another breath through pursed lips, struggling to compose himself. Get a grip, damn it! Show her who’s in charge. A surge of power took over him then, and he began easing the plug in and out, eyeing her sodden cunt as her labia eased open, displaying the rosy, lust-filled clit at the apex. He dashed out his tongue, tasting salt from the sweat on his top lip, likening it to the taste of her. He wanted to bury his mouth in her folds, to push his tongue out some more and lave every inch of her wetness, but he held back. He wanted her wetter, so wet her juices dripped onto his tongue and he could suck her dry. Anna bent then straightened her legs, letting him know she wanted more pressure in her ass. He gave her what she needed, upping the pace, pushing the plug in as far as it would go before drawing it down and almost out. She met each push and pull, soft moans as he drove it in, breathy pants when he eased it out. Her scent strengthened, and jostling candlelight caught the twinkle of her juices, glistening sparkles that goaded him to sup. He gave in, calling himself a weak bastard in the process, and pushed his head off the wall. With his nose less than an inch from her slit, be breathed in, almost tasted her from smell alone. It was too much.

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He breached the small space between them, hands gripping her outer thighs, tongue delving into her opening. Nose buried, the pointed arch of her labia resting on the tip, he let her liquid arousal coat his tongue. He breathed hard and fast, knowing the hot puffs excited her, and drew his tongue out to paint a line from her hole to her clit. He swirled around the bulbous nub, once, twice, three times, then flashed his tongue across it until she jerked her hips forwards. Greedy, she was. Her jolt meant her ass gripped the plug tight, and he tapped her thigh, a wordless order to relax. She did, and he resumed his invasion of her ass, only this time with more force. He licked her slick lips, purposely avoiding her more sensitive areas, and the desperate cry that left her verified she approached orgasm. He yanked the plug out, stopped licking, and wormed his way out from between her legs. She’d need time to calm down, for the press of desire to recede, and he needed the same damn thing. More pre-cum escaped, so much so that it dripped down his shaft, and he dropped the plug to the floor before drawing a finger up his length to catch a tiny puddle of liquid on his finger. Walking up behind her, he swallowed and placed his finger in front of her mouth. Cocking his head, he watched her eyelashes lift, watched her stare at the wall, her lips trembling as much as her body. “Lick me. Lick my finger.” She groaned, didn’t dare look askance at him, and pushed out her tongue. He rested his finger on it, and she brought her tongue up and over the side, his pre-cum seeping onto it. The rasp of her tongue, the feel of it… God, he wanted to put his finger in her mouth and his cock inside her cunt, pumping her fiercely, slapping her leg with his free hand until they were both spent. He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t give in now. Hastily, he sprang back, taking his finger the hell away from her goddamn talented mouth. The urge to palm her tits took hold, and fuck it, once again he gave in. This night, this room, the novelty of what they were doing, threatened to break his resolve. It reminded him of the first night he had fucked her, when their relationship, shiny from its newness, had no place for the Dom/sub experience. They were too needy for one another then, had no sense of self-control, and damn if the past wasn’t repeating itself now. www.total-e-bound.com

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Did she feel the same? He had to know. “What are you feeling, Anna?” Christ, but his voice all but gave him away, the brokenness of it, the croak as he ended with her name. “How do you feel?” “I can’t last this time. Can’t hold out.” Shit. “Then I’ll leave you for a moment to gather yourself.” He gratefully left the room, but not without looking back at her over his shoulder. She’d bent her head as though looking down at her undoubtedly throbbing cunt, maybe wishing she could remove her wrists from the cuffs and rub herself to bucking, frenzied completion. He wasn’t averse to watching her do that as he fisted his cock until jets of cum spurted out of him, but not tonight. No, not tonight. In the bedroom, he rested his palms against the wall by the main door, as far away from her as he could get. He’d have to trust that she kept her gaze lowered, and if she didn’t, if she managed to crane her head around enough to see what was on that sideboard, then so be it. If he went back in there now, he’d be undone. Knowing he shouldn’t, that it might prove disastrous, he cupped his balls and clamped a tight fist around his cock. He pinched just below the tip, praying that his erection would subside enough that he didn’t risk coming right this minute. He tried thinking of anything but Anna, but the image of her bound in that room, of her slender body held at his mercy, kept intruding. Angry at himself, he strode into the bathroom and switched on the shower. As he stepped into the cubicle, ice water slashing over his skin, he decided he didn’t give a shit whether she knew he’d almost lost control. He was past caring whether she cottoned on to how much she and this night affected him. Maybe that knowledge would help her reach subspace, who knew? Sufficiently calmer and slightly less aroused from the shock of cold water, he got out and dried himself, sucking in a deep breath before re-entering the dungeon. The smell of her juices laced the air—hell, more than laced. It was drenched. His cock sprang back to life, harder than it had been before. Christ, here we go again. Control yourself!

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Straightening his shoulders, noting Anna’s back stiffening and her body free of trembles, he wondered if she’d told herself the same thing. He smiled at that. On his way to the sideboard, he drew his arm back and slapped her ass. The contact stung his palm and drew a startled gasp from her before she moaned as she released the air she’d drawn in. He could have slapped her again, wanted to smack her tight little rear until it grew pink and she begged him to stop, but he didn’t. She’d expect that, it was what he’d always done in the past, and tonight was all about new things. At the sideboard, he studied the toys, wondering which implement would give her the most pleasure-pain. He ignored the paddle—she liked that, and he was sure she’d learned ample control when he used it, possibly enough to render it ineffective—and chose instead a whip-thin crop. He’d seen one used at the club, had nearly lunged forwards and interrupted the play when he saw how it marked the woman. He’d assessed the situation, saw how the woman pushed back to receive each strike, and knew he’d done the right thing by remaining where he had stood. He’d longed to use one on Anna but, having never done so before with anyone, he’d have to take it slowly. Learn how hard to hit. How much pain she could take. He gripped the crop’s handle and stared at the wall ahead. “Anna?” Thank God his voice was firm, strong. “Yes, Sir?” Hers wasn’t. She’d whispered. “I’m going to spank you now.” Air whooshed out of her. Relief? He turned to look at her. “With a crop.” It seemed her every muscle bunched at once. Her breathing quickened, and she drew her legs closer together—instinct or by choice? She took a tighter hold on the chains, and her shoulder blades glided beneath her skin, coming to rest when she held herself still. Was she ready for this? Really? From her body language, he’d say she wasn’t, but maybe he’d read her wrong. “Are you ready for that?” He had to check, couldn’t just strike her and hope she enjoyed it. “Oh yes, Sir.”

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The temerity in her tone shocked him. She was offended that he’d thought her incapable, or unready, to take a crop. He smiled. Jesus Christ, he loved her. Every damn thing about her. He approached, irked but not surprised that his hand shook a bit. He repeated a mantra, telling himself she would be all right, that she wanted this, and vowed to enjoy the moment. Waiting a few heartbeats, he lifted the crop, working out how much he should swing for the first strike. A gentle but sharp one would be enough for now, so he reduced the space between the crop and Anna, then sliced the thin toy through the air until it connected with her ass. She cried out, a cry he’d long ago understood to mean she liked what he had done, and it gave him courage to lift the crop and hit her again. Harder this time, the arc wider. She bucked, pelvis thrusting forwards until the soft thud of her mound hitting the wall was heard. She snapped her head back, long hair swaying, and a primordial growl rumbled in her throat. Fuck, she turned him on. He took a step back, lifted the crop again and swung it faster. As the length of it smacked her skin, he noticed the reddening lines and the crop wobbling from the impact. “Yes!” she said, triumphant, and widened her legs. She pushed her ass out, welcoming him to strike her again, her position all he needed to let him know she was ready to take some more. That she could handle it and enjoyed it. Ten quick strikes later had her hanging from the cuffs, knees bent, body slack. “Again. More,” she ground out, looking at him over her shoulder, streaks of hair plastered across her face. Shit, she had that look in her eye, the one that challenged him to disobey her, and for a second he entertained doing just that. To be the only one issuing orders. But the second passed, and he was too caught up in the exhilaration to ignore her plea. Closer, he hit her without mercy, his cock throbbing, balls aching so much they hurt. Her body convulsed, ass so red with stripes it looked raw, and he read the warning signs at the sound of her prickly intake of breath that she bordered on coming. Immediately, he placed the crop on the sideboard and leaned on the dark wood. He hung his head, caught a glimpse of his long, fat cock, the swollen purple tip with its seemingly ever-present glob of pre-cum. He listened to her breathe through her desire, wondering if she struggled to maintain composure as much as he was. This was intense, www.total-e-bound.com

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startling the way he felt, and his head swirled with images of Anna hanging limp in the chains. “I want some more, Sir.” Fuck, he’d started something, that was for sure. Picking up a cat-o’-nine-tails, the leather strands half an inch thick and soft to the touch, he stalked over to Anna. She had righted herself, once again standing with her ass out for whatever he chose to hit her with. Pride in her surged inside him, and he returned to her, his chest to her back. Gently, so as not to bring pain to her rosy ass, he skimmed one hand over a rounded cheek and nuzzled her neck. Her sweat coated his lips, and he licked them clean before pressing light kisses to her shoulder. She turned her head, and he lifted his to capture her mouth. Their kiss, soft at first, turned frantic, and his cock pulsed with his need to come. If he sank inside her now he’d be spent within a second, so he reached between them and, cat-o’-nine-tails still in hand, squeezed his tip again. The familiar tingle of orgasm persisted in his balls, and he wrenched his mouth away. “Fuck!” He turned his back on her, pacing while tapping the cat-o’-nine-tails on his thigh. Her sultry laugh almost sent him over the edge. Again. “Is this a tough one, sweetheart?” He wasn’t about to say it the other way around: This is a tough one, sweetheart. So tough I want to sink my cock inside your wet cunt now, grip your tits, pull your nipples until you scream. She surely suspected he was teetering on the brink. Damned if he was going to confirm it for her, though. Not yet. “It’s different. Fucking beautiful,” she breathed. Her dirty mouth would be his undoing one day, yet he pressed for more of those filthy words. “Different how?” “Like…God, the pain is something else. Burns so much I want to laugh and scream at the same time. Makes my cunt so wet. Makes me want your cock ramming inside me, hard, fast, with you slapping that crop on my ass.” Slutty bitch. My beautiful, slutty bitch. “Go on.” “I want more of it. Want you to hit me harder, faster, no time between one strike and the next. I want it constant, so fucking constant I can’t stand it.” www.total-e-bound.com

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He would have asked, ‘Like this?’ before he hit her with the cat-o’-nine-tails, but instinct took over. The strands met with her flesh, individually splayed so they spanned one cheek. Like a giant leather hand, little finger curling around, the tip biting into the soft skin covering her hipbone. She shrieked, loud and fulsome, the deepness of it shouting her pleasure. He whacked her again and again, keeping to one cheek until growls shrouded her rasping breaths. He switched to the other cheek, giving it a large portion of what the other had endured, and watched as the crop stripes disappeared beneath the redness of his new assault. “Fucking hell, yes!” she barked out. “That’s it. You’ve got it.” He gave her some more, pinching the end of his cock in a bid to stop cum gushing out of him. She writhed, alternating between sticking her ass out and drawing it away from him, like she wished something between her legs rubbed her clit so she could reach the pinnacle. He stopped striking, wedged his leg between hers and allowed her to ride it. Her juices wet his skin, merging with the sweat there, and she attempted to bring her upper arms closer to her sides and failed. She wanted stimulation on her nipples. He eased his leg away and walked over to the sideboard. Put down the cat-o’-nine-tails and picked up the cuff keys. He returned to her, unlocked each one, avoiding eye contact, and spun her so her back pressed against the wall. He imagined the coolness was bliss on her tortured ass, and while she drowned in the pleasure of that, he strung her up like she’d been before, except now she faced him. He observed her while she had her eyes closed. Sweat-soaked hair stuck to her cheeks, and wet strands of it hung heavy over her chest, darkening the blonde hue to a dirty light brown. Her face, flushed from heat and desire, held an expression of contentment. Despite her position, her breasts still maintained their full roundness, and her nipples stood proud, steely hard buds that he longed to nip. To hold still between his teeth and swirl his tongue over them. He lowered his gaze to her saturated cunt, candlelight illuminating her skin so the juices shone on her inner thighs. He could smell her again. And fuck, his cock ached.

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Chapter Five Anna

I needed him—now. It wasn’t like earlier times. Wasn’t remotely like it. Something had happened, something new, like Kline had unlocked emotions inside me that had always been there but I’d been afraid to let run free. They had broken out of confinement on their own without my permission, and God, I was glad they had. This feeling, this euphoria, eclipsed the best fuck we’d had so far. This room, the chains, the crop and that beautiful cat-o’-nine-tails…my God my ass hurt, but I wanted more strikes, more pleasure-pain. I was greedy for it. I had my eyes closed but felt him watching me, his stare raking up and down my body, measuring me to see if I was strong enough to continue. It was his duty to ensure I only took as much as I could handle, and although I knew subspace could be a dangerous place, I wanted to visit. Just once. Just so I had been there. Before the sting in my ass receded too much, I pushed my butt off the wall but left my shoulders leaning on it. Spreading my legs, feet planted securely on what felt like linoleum, I offered my deprived cunt to him. He heaved in a breath and the air around me changed, cool gusts fanning across my skin as Kline walked forwards. I opened my eyes, my gaze met with the head-lightening, pussy-wetting sight of him standing directly before me. From the look of his engorged cock he appeared ready to come. This experience had changed him too, I sensed that, but couldn’t quite put my finger on what the exact change was. I thought for a moment while I wrestled with my gaze, forcing it upwards to look into his eyes. He was a mixture of Dom and sub tonight, much like he was with our regular lovemaking, and I smiled a little at the fact he hadn’t gained full control of his emotions or actions. I hadn’t either. Novelty and the rush derived from it had ensured that. When I couldn’t take the silence any longer, when the thought of my ass sting going away completely penetrated my mind, I spoke up. “I’m ready for more, Sir.” www.total-e-bound.com

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He lifted his eyebrows, walked forwards two paces, stood between my open legs, and brought his hands up, holding them midair. His eyes hinted that he was about to ask, Are you sure? And I gave a slight nod that yes, hell yes, I was sure. He lowered his hands to my breasts, fingers spanning each one like the cat-o’-nine-tails had on my ass, and the comparison set me off again. Burning desire reignited after its brief dousing, consuming me with want. He had better work those fingers on my nipples soon or I’d be begging him to do it. Kline wasn’t close enough that the rest of his body touched mine, but by fuck I wished he’d damn well press himself into me. I wanted to feel his cock settle in my slit, my folds surrounding him with juicy wetness. Wanted him to rub his length up and down, tip teasing my clit before he dragged it down then thrust up inside me. But he didn’t. He wanted me begging, then. How could I not? The heat gushing through me had grown a set of balls, a force that devoured everything in its path and had my cunt aching for him. He guessed it, for he began a sensuous brush over my nipples that quickly turned into forceful strokes. He gave hard, stinging flicks that sent jabs of pain from my nipples down into my core and clit. He worked faster until the pain was continuous, just like I’d wanted on my ass. Still wanted on my ass. He read my mind again and stopped thrumming one of my nipples, maintaining his caress of the other as he reached one arm around my waist, his hand in the space somewhere behind me. My position left enough room for him to crack off a wide shot to my butt, and I stared at him, willed him to obey my silent plea that he hit me again and again. Harder with every stroke. He didn’t. “Fuck you, Kline.” The words seeped out between clenched teeth, and his grin told me all I needed to know. He would hit me when he wanted to. Bastard. “What do you want, Anna?” I could refuse to tell him, but my body had other ideas. It needed release, and he was the only one who could give it. www.total-e-bound.com

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“I want your cock in my cunt. Your fingers pulling at my nipple. Your hand smacking my ass so hard, so much, that I can’t fucking breathe. Please. Do it. Sir.” And he struck, a biting pain that awakened the heated thrum that remained from before. He squeezed my nipple, pinched it hard, clearly with no intention of letting up on the pressure. He increased it, pressing his finger and thumb together so tightly the sight of my nipple virtually disappeared between them. And it felt divine. Another crack to my ass, another, another, another, and the pain grew in intensity until I reached a point I hadn’t reached before. All pain completely vanished and only extreme pleasure remained. I closed my eyes, revelling in the swipes on my ass, the stress on my nipple until it changed there, the force wet instead of dry. Kline’s mouth, his tongue swirling, licking hard. Him sucking until my nipple was extended to painful levels. His body heat drew closer, and when he hit my ass again it was with both hands. As they met with my skin, he bit down on my nipple and pulled his head back. The pain failed to register. I was aware of him, of his lower body fitting between my legs, of his hands striking my flesh—barely any space between hits, just like I’d asked—and the hot tip of his cock as he rested it at my entrance. With a calculated thrust, he filled me, ramming in and out in time with his slaps, his nipple stretches. Everything merged. What he was doing became one massive blur, no separating each strike, each thrust, each tug. I concentrated on that seemingly undulating ripple, rolling with it each time it reached its height and following on its coattails as it dipped only to rise once again. And then it happened. My mind divorced my body, and only sensation mattered. I clung on to it, letting it take me wherever it pleased, and I was weightless, floating through space with the stars all around me and Earth far below. The mass of blurriness picked up speed, and a distant grunt sounded, from Kline or myself I didn’t know, didn’t care. It didn’t matter. What did matter was this journey, this feeling of only existing as my self. I rose higher, and a muted jolt took me away, prized me out of my body and into the air, gently carrying me with airy hands until I hovered at the ceiling and looked down at myself and Kline. It was an awesome sight, watching him jab into me relentlessly, as though he needed the severity of each thrust, each strike and pull to propel him towards ejaculation. He www.total-e-bound.com

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appeared to have lost control in some respects, yet he knew exactly what he was doing. We starred in our own porn movie. I watched wide-eyed, the sensations that were undoubtedly in my cunt, in my body down there, washing over me up here until even we ceased to exist. I closed my eyes, felt pleasure eating me whole, and wanted nothing more than to be overtaken by it and die via fucking. I failed to breathe, to think, to know anything but bliss. Heaven. Utopia. I entered a state of stasis and remained there for long moments, content to let peace, sexual pleasure, and triumph cradle me in its arms. A tentative jerk intruded, then, growing in severity until pain and knowledge of my body came thundering back. I plummeted, snapped my eyes open as I plunged downwards, seeing Kline slapping my face and fucking me out of my senseless state, back into reality. Sounds crashed around me—heavy breathing, grunts, loud groans and my screams—and I thumped back into my body without dignity or grace. The burn in my ass had increased tenfold. My leg muscles refused to cooperate and keep me standing. My cunt was on fire with pleasure. Body jerking along with Kline’s as his hot cum splashed inside me, I released one final, gut-wrenching scream before everything went black.

**** I woke, though didn’t open my eyes, and deciphered the noises that seemed far too loud and grated on the dull ache in my head. Somewhere out there Kline breathed, and if I wasn’t mistaken he paced. His skin rasped, inner thighs brushing each other, no doubt, and I fancied I heard every individual hair there, crackling with his stride. It was like my ability to hear had increased. I tried to lift my arm, to open my mouth and speak, but didn’t have the energy to do anything but lay there. Time passed, Kline probably glancing at me and thinking I was still asleep. I wished he would come closer, note the difference in my breathing, know that I was aware. A clock

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ticked and I wondered if it was, in fact, my wind-up watch. My heart thudded along with it, and I thanked God I could hear it working, that I was here. It had been an amazing experience, although the after-effects left a lot to be desired. I wasn’t sure I could go through this part again, yet knew I would, that I’d become a thrill seeker, reaching for that new pinnacle that had seemed so elusive before and was now so attainable. The door had been unlocked and I had thrown away the key. I drifted, much like I had in the dungeon, and must have fallen asleep again, because I startled awake with a dip on the bed beside me. Kline was here, one hand resting on my belly, and he smelt divine, still doused in the residue of our fucking. He smelled of sex and sweat, dried and skin-tightening. It swelled my heart to know he hadn’t left me even to shower. He must be so worried. I decided to test speech, see if it had come back to me yet, and croaked out, “Drink?” “Oh, fuck. Oh, thank fuck you’re okay. Jesus Christ!” He bundled me into his arms, and I cracked my eyes open. They felt swollen, as though I’d been crying for a long time, yet in reality it was probably from being in a deep sleep. How long had I been out? How long had he been restlessly waiting for me to wake? How long had he been worried? I hated the idea of him fretting. Then the inane thought that I probably looked a mess entered my mind, and I smiled at the stupid ideas I entertained. Kline drew back, and I stared up at him from the hotel bed, relief leeching into me that he was here, I was here, regardless of whether I resembled a tramp. It didn’t seem as though my appearance bothered him, just that I was awake and coherent was enough. “You can’t do that again,” he said. “Never again, Anna. Promise me.” I shook my head, understanding his fear, but I had yet to explain how I’d felt. I didn’t need to—he knew good and well what subspace was like—but he’d said it got easier the more it happened, and I wanted to give it at least one more try. “If that’s what you want,” I managed. He must have picked up on my disappointment and, never being able to deny me anything, said, “Unless next time I get myself more in control. I was stupid, I lost it, nearly reached that place my fucking self. Jesus. What if we’d both gone there your first time?” He closed his eyes, colour rising in his cheeks. “I should’ve been more alert. I’m supposed to be responsible, for fuck’s sake! What the hell kind of Dom am I, to have let you stay there so long?” www.total-e-bound.com

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“It’s okay. I’m okay. You did fine.” “I should’ve brought you back sooner.” “Next time you can.” I smiled, my body finally feeling like it belonged to me again. My numb arms and legs came back to life, and I was able to twitch my toes. I’d had no idea how exhausted subspace left a person—Kline seemed to cope with it very well, sleeping as he usually did through the night, waking with only the appearance that he had a hangover. He let me go, got off the bed and poured a glass of water over ice. I smiled, remembering the last time I’d sipped from that highball glass, the way that drip of water had dribbled down my skin. He returned to bed, helping me sit up, propping pillows behind me, then holding the glass to my lips. I drank deep, as though I’d spent my whole life in the desert, and eyed him over the rim. “I love you, Anna.” I stopped drinking and smiled again. “No, seriously, I fucking love you. Thought I’d lost you. Would lose you. That you wouldn’t wake up.” “No chance of that. I told you before, you won’t get rid of me that easily.” The quirk of his lips had my stomach clenching tight. And despite the fatigue taking its time to leave my body, my cunt ached.

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How long will he leave me here this time? The bite of the clamps on Anna’s nipples had eased since Kline had placed them there, the long, thin chain joining them having long since warmed on her belly. When he had dropped the chain, she had jolted at the cold shock of it, her wrists pulling at the duct tape binds that held her to the bedposts. She had requested duct tape this time, wanting a more dangerous feel to their monthly hotel trysts. The handcuffs weren’t doing it for her anymore. I need to push it to new levels. Kline had called her greedy, and she was. Greedy for whatever he gave her, however he chose to give it. Tonight, she lay spread-eagled on the bed, her ankles taped to the bottom posts, and a ball gag filled her mouth. Blindfolded, she waited in the blackness, listening for any sound that indicated he would come to her soon. When she had packed their case—full of the toys they used and various outfits to suit whatever mood Kline was in—her stomach had bunched with excitement. These nights at the hotel gave them a chance to relax, break free and be as loud as they liked. Living in an apartment in New York City was difficult sometimes. Neighbours banged on the walls if she screamed too loudly, and Anna was sure they thought Kline beat her, that she didn’t like the delicious things he did to her. How wrong can they be? I love it. Every damn minute of it.

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She sighed and took a moment to assess how her body was responding. Her heart beat wildly and her pulse flickered hard in her throat. Breathing through her nose, long, steady inhalations and lazy exhalations, she felt she had herself under control. For now. It wouldn’t be long—or would it?—before Kline came in and sent her to the place she craved, to the edge of her comfort zone, whispering their special words in her ear. Think kink, Anna. Tell me, what do you want me to do? She couldn’t tell him, the ball gag saw to that, and he knew it. But that was how she wanted it. Being unable to voice what she desired added to the excitement. Gave her orgasm a sharper edge. Made her anticipate so many things…some that Kline gave her and some he didn’t. He ruled the bedroom on these nights, called all the shots. Her inability to express what she needed him to do without the use of words had her inventing a sign language he read so easily. She flexed her fingers if his mouth hovered over her nipple—suck it, lick it, please. She undulated her hips if his hot breaths skimmed her slit—fuck me with your tongue. And she lifted her back from the bed if his cock tip nestled at her entrance—fill me, slide your cock inside me. Kline responded most times, but others…no, he made her wait. Moved his mouth or cock elsewhere, leaving her exquisitely frustrated, whimpering, begging that he meet her requests. Yet that was all part of the game. To be teased, pushed to her limits. He knows me so well. Her thoughts ratcheted her desire up a notch and she squirmed, the aroma of her juices wafting up to her. Could Kline smell them? Was he even aware of how she writhed on the bed waiting for him? Or was he in the living area, acting as though she wasn’t even in their suite—needing him, wanting him? Anna held still and listened for him, trying to gauge where he was. The only sounds she heard were the ticking of an old-fashioned alarm clock and the gentle swish of the sheer drapes at the balcony doors. Also, a light pattering of rain as it landed on the balcony. The breeze soughing through the doors brought with it the scent of a storm to come, and then other sounds filled her ears, those of her heavy breathing and rapidly fluctuating pulse. Kline…hurry.

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She was so wet, her folds dripping with juices, and she imagined him licking their slickness, tasting her love for him. Her need. She squirmed again and arched her back, revelling in the feel of the tape chafing her skin. Loving not knowing when he would enter the room. Loving this freedom to be a wanton woman for the night. A sound from the living room had her cocking her head. What was that? The main door opening and closing? She strained to listen better, her hearing more pronounced now her sight had been taken away. A shuffle, then the murmur of low voices. Male voices. Who was Kline speaking to? Had he ordered food this time? They had discussed him eating strawberries from her slit, doused in her cream, him feeding her the fruit as she lifted her head in search of them. Oh, God. I want him. Need him to fuck me hard. A whisper of fabric, barely perceptible, snagged her attention. The air seemed different, as though it was tangible and had the ability to change form. Someone was in the room, but it wasn’t Kline. No, his scent didn’t tantalise her nose, didn’t flip her tummy like it so often did. Another, wholly different smell drifted around her, one of expensive cologne and a hint of peppermint. The creak of that person walking over the carpet came to her, loud and close, and she sucked in a breath. Who’s there? She trusted Kline wholeheartedly and only questioned what he had seemingly set into motion. Did she dare believe he had finally given her what she’d asked for twelve months ago? Did he now feel she was ready? Fuck, if he has… I wasn’t expecting this. I— The carpet creaked again and the presence of that person drew closer. The air surrounding her seemed to buzz with the invasion, pushing against her naked flesh, letting her know it was there. Quiet breathing joined her now ragged breaths, and a brief kiss of air skimmed her breasts. It wasn’t the breeze through the door. No, it was altogether warmer, heavily scented with the mint she’d detected, and left a rash of tingles in its wake. Anna held still, waiting for

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more, her heart rate picking up speed and more juices oozing from her folds. She went to speak, then remembered the ball gag, swallowing instead. What would she have said anyway? Who are you? Is Kline watching? Touch me. The thoughts sent a shiver of delight up her spine and she held off squirming again. The anticipation of not knowing who stood in the room was both delicious and a little frightening. But that’s what she had wanted for such a long time. What she craved. The unknown held so much promise—the blindfold ensuring she never knew what Kline was doing unless he touched her, unless he was on the bed with her. “My God, you’re beautiful,” a male voice said, the timbre soft, a gentle flow of waves. Anna jumped a little, startled at the voice yet wanting to hear more of it. It wasn’t one she recognised, wasn’t someone she knew. Interesting. Where did this man come from? As far as she could make out, he wasn’t someone from the club—not anyone she had spoken to anyway. So he likes blondes then. While the bedroom visitor remained silent, she thought about the club and who had joined recently. She’d missed last week’s session, bogged down with a bad cold. Maybe he had been initiated then? Maybe she had missed the chance to see his naked body as he kneeled before the whole room and pledged to learn the art of dominance or submission. His breath brushed her skin once more, jolting her out of her thoughts. It felt like every hair on her body stood on end. Her legs shook, the movement jingling the chain, making it slide off to one side. It pulled at her nipples, the tug a sharp pain she savoured. She wanted more. Pull the chain, stranger. As though he’d picked up on her thoughts, the chain lifted, the gentle pull not hard enough for her. She wanted a striking yank, a jerk that would make her back arch and a muffled cry seep around the gag. Harder. He complied, pulling the chain slowly, testing her pain threshold. Is he new to this?

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He kept a steady hold but continued to apply pressure. Her nipples stretched and her breasts lifted with them, the teeth of the clamps biting harder. Taking in deep breaths through her nose and releasing them around the gag, Anna indulged in her imagination. Was he naked? Did he stand beside the bed, cock engorged, wishing he could climb on and sink himself inside her? Did he have the nerve to do that? Or was he awaiting Kline’s instructions? Who are you? Have you done this before? “You’re so wet, Anna,” he said. Oh, God. He said my name. It sounds so damn sexy coming from him. “I can see how much you’re enjoying this.” He paused, adding more lift to the chain. “And I smell you. Beautiful. Heady. So fucking hot.” His use of a curse word set Anna’s desire skyrocketing. She keened before she had a chance to stop the sound erupting. Her clit throbbed fiercely and she fought against the binds despite knowing she was held fast. She wanted to touch him, to see if he was clothed, and if he was, to take those clothes off. Where is Kline? Fuck, I want him here too. This stranger…oh, fuck yes, he knows what he’s doing. The chain dropped to her belly, the release leaving her nipples aching, the sensation spreading through her breasts. She focused on her breathing, trying to make each inhalation longer than the current quick pants. As though his hand hovered inches from her stomach, his body heat radiated and her skin prickled. She flexed her fingers. Yes, touch me. Run your hands all over. Everywhere. “I don’t know where to touch first,” he said. “Jesus, you’re so lovely.” The bed dipped between her legs and the mattress jostled as he climbed on. Skin touched her inner thighs—his outer thighs?—the warmth of it bringing on another surge of cream from her cunt. Long moments passed as she waited for what he would do next. The waiting was always a killer. She never could stand it, yet she loved it at the same time. And knowing he was naked—at least his lower half—had her imagining his hard-on jutting proudly, his tip swollen and shiny, his width hopefully a girth that would stretch her to her limits. www.total-e-bound.com

She keened again, the sound ending on a whimper of want. “Wait, Anna,” Kline said, his voice coming from her right. She imagined him leaning against the doorjamb, watching the man on the bed with her, fisting his cock with slow moves as he observed. Did he want this as much as she did? Was he enjoying it, or had he realised he’d made a mistake in giving her what she wanted? Is he jealous? That he might be forced a sensuous laugh from her. She smelt Kline now, his familiar aroma mingling with that of the other man. The thought of her lover watching another man sitting between her thighs turned her on so much she could feel her orgasm already starting to unfold. It burned between her legs, uncoiled inside her abdomen, excitement streaking up her body and straight to her nipples. She longed to speak, to instruct them in what she wanted them to do, but she and Kline had agreed. For one night each month she had no say in what happened. That’s why he made me wait so long for this. To teach me not to expect him to grant all my wishes as soon as I ask for them. “Lick her,” Kline said. “Fuck her with your tongue.” Fuck, yes. Lick me. His words finely tuned her desire and she lifted her ass to show the man exactly where she wanted him. Where Kline wanted him—the man’s tongue gliding over her folds, dipping inside her, swirling around her clit. His hands, warm and firm, gently came down to rest on her hipbones. Two separate intakes of breath were sucked in, neither belonging to her. They sounded like heaven. “Fuck, you’re soft,” the man whispered, smoothing his hands up and down her sides. He brushed his fingertips along the undersides of her breasts, his palms warm on her ribs. Anna drew in her breath, the unfamiliar touch exciting in its foreignness. This was too much to take in at once. Her thoughts pinged from what Kline might be doing to what the man was doing. The combined images and feelings wrenched a cry from her that made her throat, nipples and clit ache. Would she be able to handle this? To hold off coming until the man wanted her to? I’m not strong enough. Too close already.

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The mattress dipped beneath her again and she imagined the man shifting into position. He placed his hands at the tops of her thighs, fingers splayed, and then the tips of those fingers moved, their journey ending on either side of her slit. A long time passed before anything else happened, the tortuous seconds wetting her cunt some more. She held her breath, body tense, and waited for what the man would do next. He parted her folds, stretching the flesh to further expose what she offered. What was his for the taking, if only he dipped his head. Please…just lick me. Time stretched out until she growled in frustration. She knew that would amuse Kline, that he’d think she had lost control, that she couldn’t wait like he had taught her. And she couldn’t, damn it. Not tonight. Not this time. Not with this new experience added to the mix. How could he expect her to have power over her body’s reactions when something so different was happening? Something so fucking sexy she could hardly stand it? Come on, stranger… Please!

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About the Author Natalie Dae is a multi-published author in three pen names writing several genres. She lives with her husband, children, and three cats in an English village. She writes full time and is also a cover artist and blog designer. In another life she was an editor. Her other pen names are Sarah Masters and Charley Oweson. Email: nataliedae@googlemailcom Natalie loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

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