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  At first she had struggled a little. When the air on her exposed, open sex had driven her to distraction, she’d wanted to rub against the handrail. But as always when he bound her, moving wasn’t up to her. He was in control of her body. She was bound and helpless. And his—to do with as he wished. She gave in and gave herself over to him entirely.

  Yours, I am yours. Do with me what you will. The words were crystal clear in her mind, as if they’d been etched across the surface of her brain.

  She stopped craning her neck to try to see what he was doing. The tension eased out of her. She turned her head and rested the side of her face on the handrail. Her eyes closed and her mind drifted as her body relaxed into his bondage.

  Paul must have felt the moment she gave in. He whispered, “Good girl. That’s my beautiful girl.” She loved it when he said those things to her. She wanted to be his good girl, to please him and make him happy. He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder as he continued to tie her in his ropes.

  Something brushed along Caitlin’s spine. She shuddered, her skin breaking out into gooseflesh. She came slowly out of the haze she was in, groggy and lethargic, as if she’d been drugged.

  She felt it again, a ticklish brushing up and down her spine, light as a feather.

  It was a feather, she realized.

  It caressed over the swells of her buttocks, and her muscles there clenched involuntarily in response. The sensation traveled down the back of her left thigh, stopping for a while to tickle the hollow at the back of her knee. She squirmed as much as was possible in her immobile state, making breathless pleading noises until the feather moved down her calf, circling her ankle and then brushing over the pad of each toe.

  When Paul dragged the feather firmly in a straight line along the sole of her foot, Caitlin’s breath burst out in a rush. She bucked, or would have if she hadn’t been so firmly tied to the balustrade.

  Paul murmured in her ear. “Shhh, it’s all right, darlin’.” His fingers trailed along her back and shoulders, soothing her, while he whispered words of encouragement.

  After a few moments, the feather began its torment up her leg from ankle to the crease at the top of her thigh. Paul paid a lot of attention to that crease, dragging the feather back and forth, just missing her sex, over and over, until Caitlin thought she’d go mad.

  She was making noises that turned into pleas.

  “What do you want, baby girl?” Paul asked in a voice that was rough, but somehow at the same time smooth, like melted honey.

  “Please touch me,” Caitlin pleaded in a ragged whisper.

  “I am touching you, darlin’,” he answered. She could hear the smile in his voice. Bastard.

  “Please touch my—pussy. Just—oh god, Paul, please, I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t touch me.”

  “That’s much better, my girl,” he whispered in her ear.

  Paul’s warmth heated her from behind as he pressed his body close. He kissed the nape of her neck, a hot, wet, sucking kiss.

  “That’s all right, my good girl. My naughty little girl. Always tell me what you want.”

  And then he gave her what she asked for as he stroked the feather along the open, wet folds of her sex. She shuddered and cried out. He stroked her needy, quivering flesh, back and forth, over and over and over and over. She was bound and unable to move as she needed to in response to the feelings he was creating, so her body internalized its reactions. The resulting convulsions were so strong, they were painful. Her right leg began to shudder from the strain.

  Paul, observant Dom that he was, noticed immediately and bent down to untie her. He quickly and efficiently removed her bonds and in one smooth motion, hoisted her into his arms. He took the stairs to his bedroom two at a time as if she weighed no more than the feather he’d been tormenting her with.

  He laid her on the bed as though she were a fragile, breakable thing. After checking the areas where the ropes had encircled her body—thighs, ankles, elbows and wrists—he placed a reverent kiss on each spot. He rubbed her feet and hands briskly and then disappeared into the bathroom.

  As Caitlin lay on top of the cool white sheets on Paul’s bed, she breathed in the scent of him that lingered in the silky cotton. She closed her eyes as the intense need she felt came down from a level of combustion, to something resembling a slow, simmering burn.

  Her skin, previously overheated, now cooled against the lower temperature of the material at her back, as well as the air currents that drifted over her skin. Her skin was so sensitive that the air could have been the caress of another feather. It was almost as if her body were one exposed nerve. A bead of sweat ran from her temple into her ear and another trickled in between her breasts. She shivered.

  Caitlin felt Paul’s hands run up her leg, warm and slick. She jumped at the contact, but soon closed her eyes again and absorbed the feelings of his rough, competent hands rubbing oil into her skin, kneading her tense, fatigued muscles.

  He massaged every inch of her body, slowly and patiently, until she was languid and warmed again. She felt the warmth to the marrow of her bones, her center all liquid, melty and gooey. She was dimly aware that behind her closed eyelids, her eyes had rolled back in her head.

  His hands brushed within an inch of where she still ached and pulsated. Her whole body stretched and she made a deep humming noise in her throat. As she arched up, trying to make contact, she heard Paul’s throaty chuckle.

  Caitlin felt his hands around her thighs, pushing her legs apart. Her belly clenched in anticipation of his hips coming into the space he had created, anticipating the weight of his body pressing down on her, the feel of him sliding his cock into her.

  She felt something wider than his hips nudging her legs even farther apart and opened her eyes to see him lying between her legs, his shoulders opening her up to him. He smiled and lowered his head.

  No, no, no. Not that. She panicked and tried to squeeze her thighs together, which was futile because there was a pair of broad shoulders in the way. “No. Please don’t do that.” Her voice came out cracked. She cleared her throat.

  He looked up as she stared at him over the tops of her breasts and down the expanse of her naked body. Paul had a decidedly evil glint in his eye.

  “Tsk, tsk,” he said, shaking his head. “You promised you would trust me to do what’s best for you, Caitlin.”

  “Um, yes, but I, ah…I’ve n-never done that. I mean, I’ve never had that…”

  While she was speaking, or rather stuttering, Paul raised himself over her, straddling her body. He leaned down to kiss her once, softly, on the lips. He moved back a little to look in her eyes. He whispered, “No one’s ever kissed you there before?”

  Caitlin felt the blush spread over her face. “Um, no.”

  He smiled one of his gloriously dazzling smiles, looking extremely pleased with this bit of news.

  “Hmmm, all mine,” he growled in her ear and nipped her earlobe. “All mine.”

  Before Caitlin registered what was happening, Paul had stretched her arms up and cuffed her to the headboard. He snapped cuffs around her ankles, spread them wide apart and then fastened those cuffs to the footboard.

  She found, not for lack of trying, that she couldn’t move her legs up or down. Or pull them together. Crap. Paul knew how sensitive her clit was, even when he only touched her with his fingers. How could she stand it when he touched her there with his tongue?

  Paul was mildly observing her futile little effort as she struggled against her bonds. He watched until she stopped trying. He continued to watch after she’d stopped trying. Caitlin took a deep breath and consciously relaxed, willing her muscles to go slack. It felt as if her body sank a couple of inches into the mattress.

  Paul raised one eyebrow and gave her a stern look. “You finished?”

  She bit her lip and nodded.

  “Now, Caitlin. What am I going to do to you?”

  “Um—whatever you want?”

  “Correct. A
nd who decides what you need? Who decides what happens to,” he reached down and cupped her sex, “this?”

  She let out a long breath. “You do, Paul.”

  He smiled. “That’s my girl.”

  Paul resumed his position between Caitlin’s legs. He looked up at her and smiled. Caitlin squeezed her eyes shut and her lower body tensed.

  She heard a low chuckle and felt a warm gust of breath on her belly. “Just relax, baby girl. I’ll make it good for you.” There was a pause. “I promise.”

  Caitlin heard Paul’s forced exhale, a long “haaah” sound, and she felt that breath wafting over the folds of her pussy. The warm, moist air tickled.

  He tormented her, alternately exhaling air, hot and moist, then pursing his lips and blowing cooler streams. He wasn’t touching her except for the contact where his shoulders dug into her thighs, but the entrance to her body where his breath caressed her was quivering and clenching in uncontrollable spasms.

  After what seemed like hours, Caitlin wanted to scream. She was rocking her hips upward, seeking some kind of contact. Begging. Pleading.

  Paul stopped his torment for a moment and suddenly she wanted it to begin all over again.

  “What do you want, baby girl?” came his gruff voice.

  There was no hesitation this time. “Lick me.” It was a demand. And it wasn’t only her words that shocked her, but her voice was unrecognizable, a deep, throaty growl.

  Paul didn’t hesitate either. He opened her with his fingers and kissed her. Kissed her folds the way he usually kissed her mouth.

  She gasped and her legs shuddered against her bonds. When his tongue flicked against her clit, her whole body spasmed and she cried out. He licked her then, sensuous and slow from cleft to clit, laving her with the breadth of his tongue. The act was so intimate, she thought she would shy away, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything anymore. Except for Paul’s tongue on her body.

  His tongue rimmed her opening, around and around. She held her breath, wanting, needing. When he finally pushed his tongue inside, her breath exploded on a guttural groan. And every subsequent breath tore from her chest in ragged pants each time he pushed into her, fucking her with his beautiful tongue.

  He left her quivering passage to lap again at that swollen nub of sensitive flesh. The sensations were unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It was so intense—almost painful. Overwhelming. She squirmed, trying to get away, and at the same time she wanted to pull him harder against her. Stop. Please stop. More, more, more.

  Caitlin wished she could be free of her bonds so she could hold on to him. Pull his head against her. Wrap her legs around him. Move away from him. Move her body against him.

  Paul’s tongue became firmer and more demanding. Faster. Circling.

  Caitlin was stretched taut in every direction. Her body bowed, arching off the bed, Paul’s fingers spreading her, every muscle inside coiled tight.

  She was teetering on the brink of something momentous, and frightening in its sheer intensity.

  Paul sucked her clit into his mouth and drew, hard.

  It was as if time were suspended. Every cell in Caitlin’s body contracted. It seemed her heart stopped, her breathing ceased. She hovered in a state of rigid anticipation.

  And then everything shuddered and flew apart.

  It was like lightning—a blinding, white-hot light searing her from the inside out, and she came in blissful agony, screaming her ecstasy.

  When Caitlin came back to herself, it was slowly, as if she had floated out of her body and expanded somehow. It took a while to fit herself back into her flesh and bones. And when she did manage it, apart from feeling sated—and my god, was she sated, for the first time in forever—she felt heavy and exhausted. It was a Herculean effort just to open one eyelid.

  With that one opened eye, she spied Paul above her. He was spectacularly naked, straddling her body and peering down at her.

  “Welcome back, sweetheart,” he crooned, the corners of his lips curled up, and there was something that looked like triumph shining in his eyes.

  He stroked her hair back from her face. It was wet with her sweat and plastered against the sides of her head. “You did it, baby girl.”

  She took a deep breath and stared at him with wonder. “No, Paul, you did it. You made me come without…” She croaked, not able to finish the sentence. He knew exactly what she meant.

  He smiled. “Well, I must admit, I may have had a little somethin’ to do with it.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “But you finally let go, my girl. You trusted me. That part of yourself you’ve been clinging to, hiding from me,” he kissed her forehead, “you finally surrendered it.”

  God, he was right. It hadn’t been a conscious decision with Paul, but she’d probably been doing it nonetheless. She had known somehow, with Ivan, to keep a small piece of herself locked up tight so he couldn’t get to it. She had always been afraid to give herself up to him totally.

  She had a sudden realization that if she had, she might not have survived him. He would have broken her.

  But Paul, this beautiful, caring man, would never break her. She would trust him with anything. She wanted to give him everything.

  “Every part of me belongs to you, Paul,” she whispered huskily.

  He smiled one of his dazzling smiles and Caitlin had a desperate and urgent need to touch him, to hold and kiss him until both of them were senseless. She realized that Paul had untied her bonds at some stage during the proceedings, probably while she was off having her out-of-body experience.

  Caitlin grabbed Paul around his neck and pulled him down to her. “Ooomph,” she heard him grunt, and then a chuckle that was cut off immediately as she sealed her mouth frantically over his. He groaned into her mouth as he flattened his body on top of hers, so that her breasts were squashed against his chest, his hair scraping her over-sensitized nipples. His erection was rigid and hot, like a brand in the cradle between her hips. She felt his hair-roughened legs rubbing against her smooth ones. She held his head in one hand firmly by his hair as she kissed him, her other hand on his buttocks, pulling him, urging him toward her, into her.

  When their mouths came apart, gasping for breath, Paul panted against her mouth. “I love the way you come, my beautiful girl. I promise you that I am going to make it my mission in life to make you come over and over and over and over…” And while he spoke, he slowly drove himself into her and slid home, hot and thick and heavy.

  The sensation of his cock dragging across her sensitive, swollen tissue made Caitlin groan. She felt so tight, her passage clasping him in an unyielding hold. It seemed as if he was larger and thicker. She felt almost unbearably stretched.

  She closed her eyes and waited for him to start thrusting his cock into her.

  Paul wasn’t moving.

  When she opened her eyes, he was gazing down at her with a look that held so much love and something that looked a lot like awe. Just that look alone made Caitlin breathless.

  “Is everything okay?” she whispered.

  “Oh yes, baby girl.” His lips curled up. “Everything is very okay. Everything is perfect. You,” he stroked her from temple to jaw, “are perfect.”

  God, she loved him so much she thought her heart would burst from it. Her tear ducts had definitely burst, she thought, as tears seeped relentlessly out the corners of her eyes.

  He bent and kissed and licked them away.

  “I love you, Paul.” Her voice cracked. “I love you so much.”

  She buried her face in his neck. She breathed in his smell and licked him and sucked the taut tendons that ran down to his shoulder.

  Paul groaned and wrapped her even tighter, bringing his arms under her, crossing them at the back of her neck.

  She was enveloped by him—caged by his strapping, muscular body. It was almost as if she were inside him, while he was deep inside her.

  They were one. One body. One being.

  Caitlin wrapped her ar
ms around Paul’s neck and held on to him tighter than she’d ever clung to anything in her whole life. Her body seemed to be trying to pull him closer even though they were all but fused together.

  He still wasn’t thrusting. He was already as deep as he could possibly be within her body, but he pressed farther.

  Press, press, press.

  Their bodies both strained toward each other. Struggling to get closer, deeper, to connect even more intimately.

  Caitlin felt Paul’s cock throbbing. His ragged breath sawing in and out was harsh in her ear. His sweat-covered body slick under her hands.

  Their struggling became more intense. They were grasping and clutching at each other, almost grappling. He shuddered and his cock throbbed even more powerfully and Caitlin felt it like shocks along all her nerves and synapses.

  Her channel pulsed and contracted around him.

  “I love you, Caitlin,” he rasped out. “Oh Christ, I love you. I will never, ever let you go.”

  His words pushed her over the edge. She clung tight to him as her body splintered apart. They climaxed together and the waves of ecstasy that crashed over them had each shuddering and screaming out the other’s name. The pleasure seemed to stretch out and go on endlessly. They held each other, and like some kind of closed circuit, kept feeding off the shocks and spasms in each other’s body.

  Caitlin thought she and Paul would sleep after the mind-blowing sex, but she was wrong. Paul made love to her all through the night. She would doze a little in a state of sated lethargy, only to wake later with Paul pulling her body to his, or with his cock sliding into her while she was still asleep.

  He said he would make it his mission in life to make her come over and over and over.

  And he kept his promise.

  Caitlin lay wrapped in Paul’s arms when he finally fell asleep hours later. She brushed away another tear that slid down her cheek. Tears that had fallen as he’d laid bare his soul, whispering how much she meant to him and how deeply he loved her, while he made slow, exquisite, beautiful love to her. Tears that poured from her eyes every single time he made her body explode in bone-shattering ecstasy while he made hard, demanding love to her. Tears he had tenderly kissed from her face afterward as he held her tight, her body shaking uncontrollably from the force of her emotions.