Master of the Abyss

only for sex.”

His eyes darkened, even there in the bright sunlight. “I see.” The cane landed in the grass a few feet away. He ran his hands up and down her arms and kissed her so sweetly she sighed.

“Oh, sugar,” he murmured and rubbed his cheek against her. “It’s not just sex.”

The surge of pleasure rolled through her. He felt something too. For her. Her breath stilled as she waited for more, but he simply kissed her again.

And slowly the kiss deepened as he pulled her closer, molding her against him. Her clamped, swollen breasts rubbed on his shirt, the friction sizzling. His tongue teased hers, and then he tilted his head, taking her mouth in a way that mimicked a different kind of possession. When he pressed his erection against her, her mind abandoned any thought except that of give me sex now.

More, more, more. She pushed back in return, grinding her hips. His iron-hard shaft jerked in response, and he muffled a groan.

Ha, she affected him just as much. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, hoping to get him to move, but the incredible feeling just drove her higher instead. In sheer frustration, she gritted out, “Maybe I should interrogate you and drive you crazy.”

He stepped back and shook his head in disapproval, although a corner of his mouth had tilted up. “You should know better than to tease a dom, sprite.”

When he didn’t pick up the cane, she felt relieved and a little disappointed. Her whole pussy throbbed with need-much worse than before he’d tortured her with the damned stick.

Instead he released her wrists, then tossed the crumpled mess of black tape restraints onto a rock. He pointed to the flat granite spot where she’d been sitting. “Lie on your back. Arms over your head. Legs spread wide.”

Her nipples throbbed with pain as she lay back on the warm rock and lifted her arms. Her back arched slightly in the position, and the clamps pinched more. Her eyes closed as excitement blurred the burning.

Silence.

She blinked and looked up. He’d crossed his arms over his chest, and the hard bulge of his biceps captured her eyes. She wanted to run her hands-

He cleared his throat.

Had she done something wrong? Oh. “Legs spread wide,” he’d said. Biting her lower lip, she opened her legs a little. Despite her need, exposing her private areas to his gaze in the bright sunlight was…difficult.

He waggled a finger back and forth for more.

Oh, fuck, damn, hell. She opened wider. Her damp folds parted-again-and she could feel how much more swollen they’d become. Air brushed over her entrance, sending a shiver through her. Open and waiting for him.

“Very nice.”

The bastard still wore all his clothes, she realized. And surely Laura would think they’d been gone too long. What if Mark came to look for them?

His little sub was a lovely sight in the bright afternoon sun. Her cheeks had flushed. Her arms over her head arched her back slightly. Her small breasts swelled upward to where the clamps turned her pretty nipples to a dark red color. Her hips were made for a man’s hands to grasp, and she’d parted her round thighs widely enough to display the glistening black curls at the juncture of her legs. The fragrance of her arousal mingled with the dusty pine scent of the mountains. Her lovely dark eyes clearly showed her anticipation… and nerves.

Too many nerves, too many worries. She hadn’t quite reached that core level where he wanted to take her.

Maybe he’d give her only a single thing to fret about rather than a multitude. He caught her gaze. “I intend to enjoy myself now, Kallie,” he said. “It will please me if you stay perfectly still and make no noise.”

Her eyes widened for a second, and he saw the tiny tremor that made her breasts shiver. The flush on her cheeks deepened.

He started with her delicate toes and ankles. Strong, smooth calves. Her dark golden tan lightened to cream above her knees. Moving up, he reached her petal-soft inner thighs. When he squeezed and pushed her thighs even farther apart, her hands clenched. Hands gripping high on her thighs, he ran one thumb up and down the crease of her hip and heard her breath catch. Nice.

When he’d seen her, naked on the rocks, his mind had jumped immediately to the desire for simple, thought-erasing sex. But somehow with Kallie, he always wanted more. It truly wasn’t just sex-he wanted to touch her emotions, to plumb her responses, and to hear her laugh.

However, the boundaries of their relationship could wait. Right now he intended to enjoy driving her into mindless need. As he lay down on the rock between her legs, the heat of the sun-warmed granite penetrated his clothes. Less than a foot away, the stream flowed and splashed down to the next rocky level. Could a man ask for more than a sunny afternoon in the mountains and a woman spread open for his pleasure?

Resting on his forearms, he dropped his head. He’d never taken her in daylight, so he enjoyed a long, slow look and could almost hear her anticipation ratcheting up. The sun shone on the rosy pink clit barely peeking out from the hood. Her silky black curls gleamed with moisture, and the skin he could see was nicely reddened from the blows of his cane. When he finished, her folds would be swollen and fat and her clit engorged, shoving all the way out.

When he finally tickled his tongue over her labia, her whole body jerked…but then she forced herself back into position.

He chuckled. “There’s a good girl.” His cock had thickened enough that he had to shift position. Its time would come. Right now he wanted to indulge himself with torturing a little sub. So he began by running his tongue upward to tease the juncture of the hood and clit on one side and the other. Her thighs touching his shoulders started to quiver. Featherlight strokes over the very top of her nub had her hips rising for more. Suppressing a laugh, he stopped and said sternly, “I told you not to move, sub.”

When she exhaled, it sounded suspiciously like a whine. He waited a full minute to make his point before resuming.

When her clit felt almost as hard as his erection-although nothing in the world could be as hard as his cock right now-he turned his head and nipped one tender inner thigh.

She squealed like a trapped mouse, and her leg jerked…oh, at least an inch.

“Did you move and make noise?”

“No, Sir.” Her voice sounded as breathless as if she’d run up a mountain. He had to press his lips together.

“Maybe, Sir.”

“I see,” he said gravely. “That’s very poor self-control, Kalinda.”

“I… I’m sorry.”

He could almost hear the begging she forced herself not to utter. “Well, let’s try this then…” He pushed her knees upward and out. “Give me your hands.” He set her hands on the insides of her knees so that she could hold her legs there. One of his favorite positions: with the knees up, her pussy would tilt, making her pretty cunt even more available to his fingers. Maybe he’d fuck her in this position. “Very nice, sugar. Stay just like that.” He waited a beat. “Kalinda, did you hear me?”

“Oh. Yes, Sir. Please…”

“Don’t make any noise. And. Do. Not. Move.” Avoiding her clit completely, he slid a finger into her. Very slick and hot. Her pussy clenched around him as he teased the opening, moving in and out in an erratic fashion. Never enough to drive her over. Tremors had spread to her entire legs, and she clutched her knees with a white-knuckled grip. He knew she thought of nothing else now-not the heat of the sun, not the