Captivated

him still more, and he hated the fact that all her tender mercies could whip him up to such a peak of arousal.

'Bitch. When I get my hands on you…' he muttered, jerking his arms this way and that, his throbbing sex always in his line of sight, and the awareness of the whisper-soft loops surrounding his nipples ever present in his imagination. 'Goddamn… goddamn… goddamn'

'No talking,' she commanded, running her hands up his thighs, around his scrotum, and between his legs. 'Oh, this is nice. Very nice… Why don't you just spread your legs…?'

'The hell I will'

'orI'll spread them for you,' she finished sweetly. 'You do understand… it'salways better to give me what I want. There' She caressed him. 'And there… I like that spotand look… your scrotum is so tight'

He made a growling noise in the back of his throat.

'Oh, yes, I can see you're ready for me, Court. But I'm not nearly ready for you.' But she knew she was; she knew her body was so wet for him that she could just sink herself onto his shaft and swallow him whole.

But the anticipation was sweet. And all the control in her hands. And his trussed-up body. And his bound-up penis begging for release. All hers, waiting on her need, her desire. Her time.

That was power.

The next thing she wanted to exact from him was the promise.

She moved away from him and contemplated the harness. Such a lovely piece of equipment, perfectly pitched to present a woman's body for penetration.

She quivered, remembering it, visualizing how he probed her and pushed her, slowly, carefully, inch by sensual inch.

What would it be like for a man to be splayed between those hoops?

She shuddered, an image of him positioned just so flashing through her mind. She wanted it. She wanted everything, and there was so much to be explored, so many answers she didn't yet know.

She turned back to him and caught him off guard, his gaze transfixed by the cushion of her bare buttocks.

He wasn't nearly that furious with her, she thought. Not nearly. He wanted what she wanted: the edgy arousal, the erotic games, and the explosive coupling of their naked bodies for the utmost pleasure.

And if it meant wearing his thrall collar, she was willing. If it meant complete submission to his whims, his desires, she was willing. If it meant living naked with him and spreading her legs for him at his demand, she was willing.

But only, only, only if she could have these luscious, powerful moments with him when she could be completely in command.

She started unhooking her corset as she walked slowly to the bed. She draped it over his penis as she climbed on top of him.

'I always wanted to do this,' she sighed as she bent over him and brushed his hard right nipple with hers.

His reaction was swift and hardhe jammed himself up as sensation spiraled down toward his groin.

'Jesus…'

'Ummm.' She rubbed his other nipple with hers, and she, too, felt it again, that curling sensation of pleasure that flowed like silk through her veins and precipitated that galvanic reaction in him.

He pulled frantically at his restraints. 'Untie me, Drue.'

'I don't think so. This is too much fun.'

'I'll give you what you want.'

'Ha.' She brushed her nipples against his hairy chest, and moved downward and downward until she butted up against his satin-robed penis. 'That's what you say today.'

Carefully, she turned herself around so that she could envelop his penis with her breasts and all he could see of her was her rounded bottom.

But he could feel the heat and softness of her breasts surrounding his length even through the thin satin. Her nipples pressing into his thighs. Her hands, stroking him purposefully between his legs.

She liked that secret place just a little too much, he thought, his nerve endings tight with frustration.

Toomuch power in her hands, he thought, and his body convulsed.

This is the last time… he swore.The last time she'd ever get the upper hand. He'd keep that bitch naked and contained from now on. He'd teach her what her place was and he'd make her stay there, even if he had to…

What washe thinking? He was thinking like a man who was besotted with a woman. Damn her… He didn't give a good goddamn about her. She was part of a business deal, there for his convenience, his use, his possession.

Shit

… what was she doing?!!

She'd wriggled her way down onto him so that her body was stretched flat and her feminine vee was almost within tonguing distance of his mouth.

And she was playing with him.

She'd unsheathed the satin hood from the tip of his member and she was twirling her finger lightly around the ridge at the tip.

Never again, he thought, gritting his teeth and girding his hips against the swirling sensations.I'lltie her to the bed before she ever gets me in a position like this again. If I have to stay awake for the rest of my life, I'll teach this bitch who is her master and just what she's good for

But she knew that already; she had his body knotted up with lust, surging toward culmination.

'Let me give you what you want, Drue.'

'No,' she said dreamily, 'that's too easy.'

'Anything you want, any way you want it.'

'Oh, promises…' she murmured, caressing him at the very tip with her very hot wet tongue. 'You say one thing today, and tomorrowit's gone… This is nice, though…' She folded that tip between her lips and pressed on it gently, meaningfully.

He rocketed off the bed. She could have him nowshe knew it and he knew it; he was tight as a drum and ready to explode.

'You win, damn it. What are your terms?' he demanded hoarsely.

'Oh?' she cooed. 'Oh. The terms. The conditions. Those.' She compressed her lips again and he shuddered. It was too much, and she knew it, and that he did not want to blow. He was about ten seconds away from it, and using every ounce of control to keep himself contained while he waited to hear her everlastingconditions.

'Ummm… Oh, let me see, my rutting stag. Conditions. You will never,ever hide your naked body from me…ever… ' she cautioned throatily. 'Andyou will never deny me anything I demandin our bedroom.'

She swirled her tongue around him again. 'You are a body to serviceme, my stag. Do you think you're up to it?'

'Untie me, and you'll find out.'

'Delicious idea,' she sighed and covered him with her mouth again.

'Now, Drue.'

'Ohthere was one thing about those conditions…'

'Why…'his body jolted as she sucked him'why'his voice dropped precipitously as he got hotter and harder'did I know that…?'

'Listen, my lusty stagthose terms hold for all the days of our lives together. And if you don't agree to those conditions' she pulled on him again, knowing exactly what power she wielded with her mouth and tongue'you will never, ever have me again.'

Did he have to say it? 'Untie me.'

'Not enough, Court.'

'Damn you, how much more do you need?'

'But there were days and days that you weren't available to me.' She squeezed him mercilessly. 'Days and days. How do I know it won't happen again?'