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The tension seemed to drain from her body and the fear in her eyes vanished. Her acceptance happened that fast, as if he’d just flipped a switch. She just needed a gentle hand, his reassurance and she was all his.

  He ran a hand along the collar of her dress. As if choreographed, she pivoted and stepped out of the silk in one graceful movement, leaving him holding the garment, which he then folded and placed in his bag.

  He adjusted the table so that Indie would be sitting at an incline rather than lying flat. Not one to rely solely on his own skill, or Indie’s willingness to safeword, he wanted the ability to see her facial expressions. What he was about to do would push her to her limits. Physically, she’d be capable of handling everything he’d planned. Emotionally, it would stretch her way beyond her comfort zone.

  “Up on the table, Indie,” he ordered.

  Indie managed to hop up onto the table. He helped her position her legs along the extensions then adjusted them so they were bent at the knee and spread wide. He strapped her ankles down before fastening her thighs into the restraints.

  “We doing okay?” he asked as he adjusted and tightened the abdominal strap.

  “Yes Sir,” she murmured.

  He retrieved a metal clip from his bag and hooked it to the D ring on her wrist cuff. “Last chance to scratch if you have an itch.”

  There was that gorgeous sarcastic smile. “So thoughtful.” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear then offered him her other wrist.

  “So brave to be a smart ass while I’m strapping you down to have my sadistic way with you.” He kissed her hand before he clipped her wrists together then attached them to the O ring on the wall above her head. “Comfortable?”

  “As I can be,” she murmured.

  He ran a light hand down her arms and over the mounds of her breasts. Her pale nipples pebbled beneath his touch. She was so beautiful, so tantalizing bound and available for his use. Trust blended with a note of fear and the haze of lust filled her bright eyes. Ah, so his little sub was afraid, but aroused. He trailed his fingers over her stomach and down her thighs as he walked to the foot of the table. He loved the contrast of her soft skin and the hard leather of the restraints.

  Oh definitely aroused. She was so wet her bare pussy glistened in the soft light. He couldn’t resist leaning down and tasting her cream. He heard her muffled moan as he drove his tongue deep inside her, enjoying the smell and taste of her arousal. She was trying to be quiet. Well, he’d just have to see what he could do to make it a little harder for her. He fucked her with his tongue, in and out, feeling her slick walls contract around him. Abruptly he pulled back and brought a hand down on her cunt with a jarring smack.

  She cried out, looking down at him with shock.

  He spanked her again right on top of her mound. A small throaty sound came from behind her tightly closed lips as she fought to hold it back.

  “Do you like having your cunt spanked?” he asked. He delivered another stinging strike, which she followed with another muffled groan. Her pale skin bloomed a vivid pink.

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” she hissed as she leaned her head back against the padding.

  He tenderly caressed the abused flesh. Spanking her pussy had brought the blood to the surface. Her labia, lips and clit were now swollen and the sensitivity of them would be amplified. She was now ready for him. He kissed the inside of her thigh.

  “Are you ready to come, Indie?”

  “Please Sir.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Oh God, yes.”

  He sat down on the stool and retrieved a vibrating massage wand from the depths of his bag. He turned it on low and her head snapped up as it hummed to life. The smile she gave as she looked at him was downright wicked. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t be smiling like that if she knew what he had in store for her.

  Oh thank you God, a vibrator. Finally she’d get to come. Her body was so tense from the lack of release that she felt like one big knot. She needed to unravel. Being strapped down to the exam table wasn’t as scary as she’d anticipated. She just had to concentrate all her attention on Banner. She couldn’t think about the other people in the room or she’d start to panic. At first it had been damn hard to block out the sounds of the others playing around her. But as Banner began to put her into the restraints, her mind drifted and her anxiety bled to arousal. With each strap he buckled, her body relaxed more.

  Maybe she should have been disturbed by how comforting it all was—the bonds, the loss of freedom, the submission to someone else’s will. She wasn’t. It was as though her body knew it belonged there, the relaxation was automatic. She was meant for this. It should have scared the ever-loving shit out of her to stand on the precipice, looking into the abyss, but it was hard to be afraid when she was so damn calm.

  The pussy spankings jolted her out of her haze. The sting was a pleasurable one and for a moment she thought she’d be able to come from that alone. But of course he backed off. Banner wouldn’t let it be that easy. He hadn’t strapped her down to make her come right away.

  The hum of the wand was such a glorious sound she wanted to shout halleluiah from the top of her lungs. Her clit throbbed with anticipation. A blissful orgasm was surely soon to come.

  “Do you remember your safe words, Indie?” he asked.

  “Yes Sir,” she said with a bit too much enthusiasm. Down girl. She couldn’t help it. She was too damn excited about the prospect of release. Finally. He’d been teasing her with it for hours and hours.

  “Indie?”

  “Yes Sir?”

  “A bit of advice, don’t hold back. Don’t fight it. You’ll only make it worse.”

  What the hell was he—oh, oh, oh. He’d placed the rounded head of the wand on the top of her mound. The sensation sent subtle ripples of pleasure through her folds and into her clit. She desperately wanted to grind against it, increasing the pressure, but with the way she was restrained, that wasn’t happening.

  He traced the outside of her cunt with the wand, avoiding direct stimulation to her clit. Damn him. She was so close. Everything from her waist down tensed. She strained, trying to position her clit under the vibrations with the small amount of movement her restraints allowed.

  He removed the wand and brought his other hand down in a vicious slap on her already swollen and sensitive pussy.

  “When I say. You need to ask me, Indie.”

  “Please, Banner,” she whimpered.

  “Please what?”

  “Please may I have an orgasm?”

  He parted her folds, exposing her clit then pressed the wand right against the little bundle of nerves. The pleasure was sharp and immediate. She held her breath feeling an orgasm building. In that moment, Banner was absolute. Her attention narrowed down to him and the vibrations at her core. The pressure grew and suddenly burst as she came, moaning deep in her throat and releasing the air from her lungs. The pleasure from the orgasm peaked, but he hadn’t removed the wand.

  “I’m done. I’m done,” she forced out, trying to escape the relentless sensation. The wand stayed right where it was.

  “You’re not done until I say you are.”

  What? Oh God, he’s not serious is he?

  She was so sensitive that the continued vibration was a twisted mix of pleasure and torture. He eased the pressure off a fraction, but the wand was still touching the hood of her clitoris, still sending tormenting sensations through her. Her body felt as if it were in a vise. She thought for a second that she might freak out. It was really fucking intense.

  He pressed the massager down again and she screamed as another orgasm exploded through her; this one, harder, faster, longer than the first. It seemed to go on and on.

  When her screams died down, he eased off again, but still kept the evil fucking wand against her clit. The vibration was so unyielding she thought she might die.

  “I can’t. I can’t, Banner!” Her breath came in quick pants as she pulled against he
r wrist cuffs, squirmed against the abdominal and leg restraints. She hated it. She loved it. She was losing her fucking mind.

  Through her panic, she heard Banner’s voice. “Yes you can, Indie. Don’t fight it. Embrace it.”

  She took the deepest breath she could manage.

  “Look at me, right into my eyes. Stay with me,” he ordered as he stood, the wand never losing contact.

  She nodded frantically, trying to stay calm.

  She gasped as she felt the hard flesh of his cock probe her entrance.

  He increased the pressure of the wand as he slammed into her. She closed her eyes and bucked against the straps.

  “Indie! Look at me,” he commanded.

  Her eyes snapped open and she held his gaze, his beautiful intense gaze. The connection she felt to him at that very moment was surreal. It was as if they were the only two people in existence.

  Then he amped the speed of the vibrations and began to pump in and out of her soaked cunt. It was pure torture. The pleasure was so intense it hurt. She felt like a wind-up toy, tightened and cranked beyond her capabilities. Unmerciful Banner held the vibrator to her clit and wound her tighter and tighter, fucked her harder and harder. He sent her higher than she’d ever been. She suddenly found herself seeking the stimulation that would send her even higher, sure she would shatter.

  Then she came.

  Her climax burned through her like fire, exploding again and again. Orgasms rolled through her, one after the other blending together, coming on top of each other. Her pussy contracted through each one, the muscles stimulated into spasms.

  She thought she heard Banner growl as he came, but she couldn’t be sure.

  Everything around her was muted, dulled. No longer bound to the exam table, she was off floating somewhere in space. Banner had reduced her down to nothing but ecstasy.

  He eased his cock from her pussy and the vibrations stopped. Her body came one last time all on its own.

  Lips slid across her mouth in a gentle, tender kiss. She opened her eyes to see two pale blue irises staring back at her. Her brain didn’t seem to want to communicate with her mouth so she just smiled. She was rewarded with Banner’s crooked grin. He kissed her softly again and stroked her cheek.

  “You don’t have to say anything, just nod if you’re okay.”

  She nodded slowly, coming back to her body, to her surroundings. Her pussy was so engorged she could feel her folds sticking together from his come. Or was it hers?

  Minutes passed. It could have been hours for all she knew. A warm wet cloth was pressed between her legs. Oh it felt so good. She looked up to see Banner wiping her clean and smiled at him through her haze. When he was done, he leaned down and placed a kiss just above her mound.

  Slowly he unbuckled her ankles, then her thighs. She hissed as he lifted one of her legs from the extension it had been strapped to. The muscles and ligaments were tight from being in one position for so long. He gently massaged her flesh, starting at her foot then working his way up to her hip. He set her leg back down, following the same regimen with the other.

  He was silent as he worked. The tenderness in his eyes was almost unbearable. She dropped her gaze. A well of emotion threatened to spill out of her. He’d given her more pleasure than she’d ever even imagined possible. And now, the softness, the care he offered her, nearly broke her. She blinked, trying to will her tears away.

  What was wrong with her? She was never this emotional. Never. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to cry. She felt so many things she couldn’t put a name to them all.

  After Banner finished releasing her from her bonds, he gently pulled her to the edge of the table. She trembled, unable to look at him. He seemed to sense that she was barely holding herself together. He produced her kimono then carefully lifted her arm, putting it in the sleeve. He continued to dress her, even tied her sash.

  The way he took care of her was too much. She would burst into tears at any moment and she fought to swallow it down.

  “Let’s get you home,” Banner said gently as he picked her up.

  She blew out a jerky breath as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face.

  “It’s okay, Indie. Let it out. I’ll take care of you,” he whispered as he carried her through the house.

  A small sob burst from her as the first tears fell.

  Chapter Eight

  “You’re leaving?” Banner asked, scrambling out of bed. He raked a hand through his hair as he tried to shake off the last bit of sleep. Goddamn it. She was packing.

  She looked distressed by the fact that he’d woken up before she could sneak out. “I-I have things…stuff I need to do today.” She zipped up her suitcase.

  “You were going to leave while I was still asleep,” he said incredulously as he shrugged on a pair of pants. He noticed that she was fully dressed—tight black pants, cherry print top and a full face of makeup. She’d gone back to what made her feel safe. Even through his tired fog he realized he didn’t have much of a chance of convincing her to stay. She’d been awake long enough to talk herself into leaving.

  Last night had been hard for her. He’d pushed her out of her safe little shell. The scene had been amazing and so had she as he’d forced her to come over and over. But it was what came after that she’d had such a hard time with. The intensity had opened her up. Her emotional release had taken a lot out of her. He’d brought her home and she’d cried herself to sleep. He hadn’t pushed or prodded her. Hadn’t asked her to talk about it or tried to give her advice. He’d just held her, comforted her, wiped her tears. He had a feeling she’d been holding it in for quite some time.

  He’d known that today would be awkward for her. He’d known that there was a possibility she would run. What he hadn’t known was that he would feel such panic over her leaving.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to wake you.” Her voice was small and full of guilt. She turned and rushed into the bathroom.

  He followed her, watching as she stuffed her toiletries into a small case. “Indie, you don’t have to run. You don’t have to hide. Not from me.”

  She whirled on him, pointing a finger at his chest. “I am not running or hiding! Your time is up, Banner. I need to get back to my life. Back to some sense of normalcy.” She stalked past him.

  “Don’t rush off just yet. Let’s at least have a cup of coffee.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him as she slung her purse over her shoulder. “Don’t try to handle me.” She sighed. It was the kind of sigh someone gave right before they delivered the brush off. “Look, we had fun, but that’s all it was.” She bent down and picked up her suitcase.

  He tried to take it from her. “Stay with me,” he said softly.

  She jerked her luggage away from him. “I can’t. I have a life, Banner. May not seem like much of one to someone like you, but I’m okay with that.”

  “Stay with me. I know last night was difficult.”

  “Chalk it up to PMS, whatever. Like I said, it was fun. I had a good time. If you ever need a backup sushi model, gimme a call,” she said with believable nonchalance as she made her way to the front door.

  Damn she was good, but he knew better. She was afraid, and she was angry and she hid it very well behind her casual tone and red lipstick. Exacting Matt’s punishment followed by such a profound emotional release had been too much for her. She’d been so open, so free. He loved seeing her that way. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was stripped down, soul bared, heart open, but she wasn’t ready to hear it yet. He had to let her go.

  Indie flung the front door open and dragged her luggage across the porch and to her car. It was petty and childish, but he couldn’t bring himself to help her make her escape. And that was exactly what it felt like as she rushed to her car as if she’d been set on fire, as if she were escaping him. She shoved her bags into the trunk, not sparing even a glance in his direction.

  She needed time to process everything that had happened and she needed
to be away from him to do it. He owed her at least that. He had to let her go.

  He swore under his breath as he watched her get behind the wheel, slam the car door and start the engine. She waved as she backed out of his drive. He mustered up a smile for her, his little submissive.

  Now all he could do was hold on to the hope that she would come back when she was ready or so help him, he’d drag her back kicking and screaming.

  * * * * *

  It was a beautiful morning to enjoy coffee outside by Jared’s pool. Banner couldn’t seem to gather the genuine appreciation as he sat across from his longtime friend. One of the service submissives poured them each a cup of coffee.

  “You didn’t come over just so you could admire my good looks,” Jared said with a smirk.

  Banner rolled his eyes. “You’re not going to make this easy on me are you?”

  “If you wanted easy you’d have gone elsewhere. So spill it. This have something to do with that new little sub you put through the wringer last night?”

  “You already know it does. Go ahead, tear me a new one,” Banner muttered with a sigh.

  “Before I do that, how new is she?”

  Banner scrubbed a hand over his unshaven jaw. “Not even out of the womb.”

  Jared shook his head. “And you put her through a forced orgasm scene at a party. You should know better.” Jared leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee. “So tell me the story.”

  Jared was right. He’d pushed Indie too hard too fast. It was his responsibility to protect her, make her feel safe and instead he’d frightened her. He should have known better, but he’d wanted, needed, to make his mark on her emotionally.

  “She was a replacement model for Craving for Death. The centerpiece actually and she was stunning, absolutely perfect. I knew from the moment she looked at me that she was submissive. She’s a natural, Jared. The way she responds to me… I’ve looked for that—for a submissive like her—for as long as I’ve been a part of the kink community.”

  “So you thought throwing her into the deep end was the way to go? Brilliant thinking there, Banner.”