Straining her ears, she listened for any sign that anyone else was with them. The sound of breathing . . . a whisper . . . the rustle of feet on carpet . . . a quiet moan of approval. Nothing. She heard nothing at all except for his weighty exhales and the faint ticking sound of a clock.
“Is that true?” she asked, barely able to speak because she was breathing so hard.
He released her breast. “Don’t you believe me?”
“I . . . I don’t know.” She didn’t even know how to answer that question. If she said no, that she didn’t believe him, would that give him reason to punish her? If she said yes, would he know she was lying and use that as a reason to punish her?
She felt trapped in a no-win scenario.
“Maybe there’s only one other person with us,” he said, slowly circling the bed again. “Maybe I’ve invited another man to join us, and I’m going to let him fuck you.”
Jenna tensed, pulling against the ropes. She hadn’t come here to have sex with anyone else. But what could she do to stop him? She had allowed Warren to tie her up. He could do whatever he wanted to her . . . or what anyone else wanted.
“Would you like that?” he asked, lightly slapping the leather flogger over her stomach.
She licked her lips. How did he expect her to answer? Did he want her to have sex with another man? Was that what got him off?
The mattress shifted, and when he spoke again, his voice came from right beside her ear. “Tell me, Jenna, do you want to fuck another man while I watch? Do you want his cock inside you, fucking you hard, while I jack off to the sight of another man taking what’s mine?”
She was about to burst out of her skin. The psychological conflict was too much. Not because she wanted what he was offering, but because she didn’t know if that was what he wanted.
“Is that what y . . . you want?” Her breathless voice trembled uncontrollably.
He stood abruptly, and the flogger slapped down harshly on her thigh, making her throw her head back and whimper.
“Yes or no, Jenna. Do you want me to watch you fuck another man?”
Tears burst from her eyes, soaking into the blindfold. What did he want her to say? She felt like either way she chose, she would be wrong.
Flogging her thigh again, he raised his voice. “Answer me, Jenna. Yes or no?” The leather struck her other thigh, then her stomach with enough force to make her cry out. “Do you want to fuck another man while I—”
“NO!” she yelled, sobbing. “No, I don’t!”
She hadn’t come here to be with anyone other than Warren. He was the only man she wanted inside her. The only man she wanted touching her. The only man she wanted to dominate her. He had gained possession of her mind during their phone calls, and now she wanted to give him possession of her body. She couldn’t do that if another man was allowed to have her.
The bed shook violently, and a moment later, his legs straddled her torso as his hands cupped either side of her face.
“Very good,” he said a split second before layering his mouth over hers in a kiss so deep she completely lost the last shred of sanity left in her mental arsenal.
Her body went limp with surrender, and she gave herself completely to him. She had pleased him. Amid all her doubt and insecurity, she had answered him correctly, and this kiss from the deepest trenches of heaven was her reward.
When he finally came up for air, he whispered against her lips, “You are mine when you are in this house. You are mine in the club. And no other man will touch you when you are here. Is that understood?”
She nodded, licking her lips, needing him to kiss her again. “Yes . . .” She gulped down a swallow of oxygen. “Sir.”
“And there will be plenty of men who will want to.” He nipped her bottom lip. “Doms looking for new submissives. They know my M.O. They know that I bring submissives into the lifestyle, train them, then give them away.” His lips brushed with fiery intent over hers. “But not this time. This time, I’m training you for me.” He ran his hand over one breast and down her stomach. “I plan on keeping you for myself, Jenna.”
He claimed her mouth again, scuttling her sense of reason. But somewhere in the haze of thoughts zigzagging through her brain, his words played on a repeating loop. I’m training you for me. I plan on keeping you for myself.
It was too soon to read too much into his words, but it sure sounded like he had finally found in her someone he would like to collar. And she wouldn’t mind that one bit. Not one bit at all.
Knowing he wanted her as badly as she wanted him revived her plundered senses, and she kissed him back with her whole heart, lifting her head off the mattress and doing everything in her power to let him know she wanted him and only him.
“I think you’re ready,” he said, breaking away.
Her head dropped back onto the bed. Yes, ready. She was so ready. The only question was whether he was talking about the same thing she was.
“Ready?” She breathed the word more than said it.
His simmering lips caressed hers. “Jenna, I’m about to make you come harder than you ever have.”
Chapter Eleven
“Take a deep breath,” Warren said from between her legs, “and slowly blow it out.”
She did as he instructed, not sure what to expect. As she exhaled, he released the clamps.
At first, she felt nothing, then . . .
Blinding, searing pain.
The muscles in her arms and legs strained as she pulled against her restraints and cried out.
“Breathe through it,” he said, as if he knew exactly what she was
