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BRIAN
Iwake in total darkness, not unusual for an underground room with no windows. I can’t remember if I was dreaming, if a nightmare pulled me up from the depths. Will I need to run on the treadmill to get back to sleep? I wait, breathing into the quiet of the room, but no memories that I need to run from surface.
I panic for a moment realizing I’m on my back, my wrists shackled to the headboard. I quickly also become aware that my legs are splayed and tied down. I sleep naked so I have the urge to protect my most vulnerable spots, but it’s not an option at the moment.
“Shhhhh.”
Even in the darkness I know it’s her. Mina. The fact that it’s her, calms me a little.
“Once you’re truly out, you sleep like the dead,” she says.
It’s true. It’s not that I’m a light sleeper. It’s that nightmares often wake me. They come less with Mina in bed beside me, but they still come sometimes.
Slowly the room becomes illuminated as she lights candle after candle. I’m immediately concerned about fire hazards, but each candle is on a flat surface inside a larger glass container. It doesn’t get much safer than that. Still I feel on edge. I don’t know if it’s the fire, being tied up, or waking so abruptly to this situation.
“You planning to set me on fire? Got a taste for revenge, now?”
She laughs and shakes her head. There’s a small amount of relief there. Maybe if Mina took me out, it wouldn’t be so bad, but I no longer fully know what to expect from her or what she’s capable of.
She’s not the same woman she was when we met. I remember that first night, after our gazes first locked almost the moment she stepped inside the house, after I took her food up to her because I just wanted to be near her again… I remember she’d wandered downstairs. I’d just shattered a mirror and bandaged my hand. I stepped out into the hallway, and there she was, frozen with prey animal stillness, like a rabbit in a wide open field just waiting to be eaten or spared.
The predator in me was on full alert, but I didn’t want her blood. I wanted something equally primal, but much more carnal. She smelled like honeysuckle and lilacs that night. She wore completely innocent pajamas, but I wanted to strip her bare and… and what? Fuck her?
That urge startled me. I sniffed her like an animal with a piece of meat and licked the side of her throat, then whispered the only word I could choke out: “Run.”
It unfroze her and she fled me. I spent the next half hour in the shower with my undamaged hand, trying not to think about how innocent and frightened she was, and how much I wanted her, and how her honeysuckle and lilac scent was still wrapped around me, taunting me even under the shower’s spray.
That woman and this one are worlds apart. There’s a new confidence in her. She’s wearing some of the sexiest black lingerie I’ve ever seen. She must have ordered it to surprise me when I came back. I wonder how long it sat in the box, while I was gone far longer than I should have been.
The bra is cut out around the nipples, and the panties are crotch-less. It’s the most naked a woman can be and still be wearing so much. She wears a matching garter belt, stockings—which I bet has those seams down the back. And black high heels—the Louboutins I bought her for Christmas. Black shoes with red soles. The ones that make her feel like she’s walking on money.
A sheer black robe completes this look. My gaze is drawn to the collar I had made for her when I first bought her. It’s platinum with a filigree design in some of the metal and glimmering black stones.
She drops the robe and slinks toward me like a cat. She glances down as if assessing and determining if I meet with her approval. I take in a sharp breath when her red fingernails skim feather-light over my chest, my abs, and then over my now rod-hard cock.
“Mina,” I gasp out. “What are you doing?”
In answer, she straddles me and sinks down on my cock. She’s so wet, but still, it’s a tight fit. It must hurt her a little, and that idea excites me. I didn’t notice so much when we were in Matsumoto’s rental dungeon. I was too shocked it was happening. It’s obvious I’m the first man she’s fucked in a very long time, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold out long like this.
She leans closer, her hands wrapping around my wrists as she stares down into my eyes and rides me. If another woman attempted this suicidal seduction, she’d be in bags in the incinerator the next morning. The intimacy of this moment is so intense, I don’t think I could share it with anyone else and allow them to live to hold the memory of it.
“What are you doing?” I ask again. “We’ve talked about this… Fucking from me is not a compliment.”
Her reply is smooth silk. “Then it’s a good thing you’re not the one giving the compliment.”
God, who is this woman?
“Now be good, and listen,” she says, putting a finger over my lips to hush me. She moans as I surprise her by sucking her finger into my mouth.
“I could bite it off,” I growl around the finger.
But she doesn’t buy my empty threat. She just laughs. “Come on, Brian. We both know you like me fully assembled.”
I’d thought taking her to the dungeon and punishing her would reset our dynamic. Obviously not.
She pulls her finger away and rides me more slowly now, her hands on my chest as her breathing deepens.
“Mina… do you not want… what we had? We can’t… you know I can’t…”
