tamped down the mewl of protest that rose in her throat.
Her eyes never left him as he walked along the bedside, not returning her look, not touching her. He still wore the pressed khaki pants and the easy way he sauntered around the end of the bed made her heart pound. A lord of all he surveyed, a Norse god to whom she owed obedience, a man of discipline, control and power. A man who commanded deference and respect.
Positioned too far down on the bed, Carla’s arm didn’t quite reach to the cuff on the other side but Josef didn’t let that deter him. He simply hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her farther up the bed as if she were just a thing, a lightweight object he needed to place. The thought made her pussy clench.
“You have become my toy. My plaything.” He leaned down and put his mouth near her ear. “And yet, this is no game, little one. This is very real. Very real indeed.”
Josef smoothed the hair from her face. Carla felt a familiar tug in the pit of her stomach at his nearness— excitement combined with desire with a small dollop of fear tossed in for good measure, all of which combined to twist her insides into a huge knot of eager wanting.
“Yes Sir,” she murmured, pulling her arms to test what kind of movement he’d left her. Too loose and the game would be over quickly. Too tight and she’d have to call “yellow” to have him fix the bindings.
Carla discovered she could move her arms up and down a little, but with her body centered on the bed, they still remained over her head and spread apart. He let her challenge him, quietly waiting while she figured out what he already knew. Her bindings were tight. She would go nowhere until he let her.
She still wore her skirt and panties, the latter quite soaked with the juices of her need. With a nod, she acquiesced, acknowledging his authority.
He sat on the bed beside her. The sudden nearness of all that power made her gasp and she took a deep breath to still the qualm that flared in her gut. She was essentially helpless, unable to prevent him from doing whatever he wanted.
He touched her, ever so lightly, and she suppressed a grin. Oh yeah, he had the magic. His fingertips trailed over her naked breasts, idly exploring, his gaze never leaving her face. She tried to keep her eyes open, to watch him as he watched her, but his touch ignited her body, every finger leaving a trail of fire behind.
His hand dipped along her side and her eyes flew open as her body jerked her out of the moment.
“Ticklish there?”
She took a deep breath. “Very.”
Deliberately, he lightly brushed the area again, intently watching her reactions. Again she jumped and grimaced. His fingers ran over her hip and came back to the same spot and she flinched again. She wanted to cry out for him to stop, yet gave him her forbearance until she knew what he wanted.
“Thank you, little one, for your patience. Now I know where the ticklish spot is.” He paused as if considering. “You didn’t mention tickling as a limit. Do you want to add it to your list?”
Did she? She’d been tickled breathless before and while she didn’t necessarily enjoy it, she couldn’t say it bothered her either. When she didn’t answer after several seconds, Josef nodded.
“I see. Well then, I shall simply file away the information to use or not use, as I see fit.”
Carla nodded. “I think that’s best.”
She saw a mischievous twinkle in his eye and he trailed his fingers to her other side. Her warning glance didn’t stop him and he managed to find the ticklish spot on that side. He approached it from different directions until satisfied he knew exactly where it was and what level of touch set her off. A firm hand did nothing; a featherlight touch could send her body into paroxysms of laughter.
And through it all, her need for him grew stronger. Josef took the time to learn her body, to play with it as if it were a finely tuned instrument. His slow, almost scientific deliberation sent her blood racing as his touches pushed her into true submissiveness.
Josef looked down at the woman tied to the bed, astounded by the way she responded. She gave herself so freely, allowed him to hold power over her even in the littlest things. Granted, he had pushed her only a little, but she gave the promise of so much more.
Leaning down, he sucked the closest nipple into his mouth, tasting her, curious as to how she would respond. A whimper exploded from her and he fought the urge to smile. Gloating could be a powerful tool, but not one to be used lightly or too often. Instead, he nipped that wonderful little bud with his teeth, gently biting, then laving with his tongue and sucking it in again.
“Oh God, Josef, you’re going to make me come!”
He heard the desperation in her voice and sat up to look in her eyes, his hand covering the now-wet breast. As he talked to her, his fingers played with her nipple, pinching, twisting, keeping it in his possession.
“We’re just getting started, little one. Can you trust me enough to give me power even over your orgasms?”
Her breath, ragged and uneven, made her voice waver. “I think so.”
“‘Think so’ is not good enough.” He pinched the nipple hard, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and arched her back.
“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes, I can trust you enough to give you my orgasms. Please, please let me come now, though.”
Josef released the nipple, giving her breast a light slap.
“Not yet.”
She let out a cry of frustration and collapsed back on the bed. He liked seeing her eyes slightly unfocused. Already she was sliding toward subspace. If he played his cards right, he’d take her far deeper. And orgasm denial was one way to move her in that direction.
Besides which, it gave him a huge power rush. He totally controlled her now, and his cock, already semi- hard, pressed more insistently against his slacks.
“This skirt has to go,” he declared and reached for the buttons that closed it on the side. But that put his fingers quite close to her ticklish spot. With a mischievous smile, he reached over, knowing her gaze was on him. She’d expect him to tickle her.
But a mind fuck is all about the unexpected. Four buttons held her skirt closed and he opened the first two quickly and efficiently. The strap of her bikini panties was a sexy red stripe against her white skin. Pausing to trace the top with his finger, he waited until she closed her eyes, lulled by his slow touch, before using his other hand on her opposite side to tickle her.
Her eyes flew open and her laughter came in gasps as he alternated between pulling down her skirt and panties together and tickling her on both sides, his laughter joining hers. Finally Josef flung Carla’s clothes to the side and bounced onto the bed beside her, the two of them breathless and giggling.
It took her several tries, but finally Carla caught enough breath to speak an entire sentence. “You are a nefarious Dom, aren’t you?”
“I try to be.”
“I can’t see you very well.”
“Do you need to?”
“Just want to.”
He obliged by propping his head up on one hand. His gray eyes, bright with enjoyment, seemed to read her mind. “You like my nefariousness.”
Carla shook her head then acquiesced. “I do.”
“Even when I do this?”
His hand slipped between her thighs, pulling her leg toward him, hooking his own leg over to prevent her from moving back. Not that she would, but the fact that choice wasn’t an option gave her that warm feeling in her belly again. He pushed her other thigh away, spreading her legs for his pleasure.
His hand slipped over her mound, Josef’s fingers twining in the small hairs she kept neatly trimmed before he slid a solitary finger into her slit and over her engorged clit. She gasped and instinctively her legs tried to close.
“Unh-unh.” His voice held a note of reprimand. “Keep those legs open. You’re mine, remember? Mine to explore as I want.”
She moved her right leg away, her left still pinioned. In reward, his finger slid over her clit again, sending
