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He winked and set the case on the bed. “I stopped off at the store before I came here.” He fiddled with the lock and the catch sprang free. He opened the case, but Lydia couldn’t quite see what he was doing. When he held up a pair of handcuffs, Lydia’s mouth dropped open. He placed them on the bed, then took out a tube of lubricant and a small, purple object. Lydia had no idea what it could be. It had a flared base and slender neck. The rounded, slightly teardrop-shaped tip widened into a bulb that had Lydia’s suspicions rising.
Dane put the items on the bed, then picked up the handcuffs and came back down on top of her. She shuddered as his warm, muscular chest pressed against her hard nipples. “You look scared, baby. Don’t be.”
He opened the handcuffs, placed the cold steel on her left wrist and clamped it shut, before doing the same to the other. Lydia wiggled her wrists and realized she couldn’t get loose. It was both thrilling and frightening to be completely at Dane’s mercy. She bit her lip and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
“Ah, nervous, yet still so compliant. You’ll get a reward, I promise, but first there’s this…”
Dane angled his head and his lips tantalized hers in a gentle reminder of how much power he held over her, then he moved down her body, kissing an imaginary path toward her pussy and touching off several tremors as he went. When he reached her throbbing clit, Lydia was all but begging for him to fill her. Dane reared back, grabbed the lubricant and the purple toy and asked, “Do you know what this is?”
“No,” she admitted. “And just so you know, you’re driving me crazy with this slow seduction.”
“Shh, we have all the time in the world, baby. Let me play.” He opened the tube and spread a small amount over the purple toy. “Open your legs for me.”
She hesitated, unsure what he was up to. “What are you going to do with that thing?”
He arched a brow. “You aren’t supposed to question your dom, Lydia.”
“You can spank me, but I still want to know what you’re planning.”
While he held the toy, he used his free hand to smooth over one thigh. Lydia relaxed a measure, but she wasn’t giving in. She wanted to know what he had in mind. He grinned, as if sensing a challenge, and leaned down to place a light kiss to her curls. She opened her thighs a few inches and Dane’s eyes sparkled with mischief. His tongue swiped over her clit and Lydia surrendered. She parted her thighs and arched upward, desperate for his special brand of loving. He gave her another slow lick, then pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked it. She screamed his name and closed her eyes.
He swirled his tongue around the little bud and stars burst behind her eyelids. Dane suddenly released her and Lydia opened her eyes, his hot gaze trapping hers. When he cupped her mound in a possessive, yet tender hold, Lydia’s heart swelled.
“Your pussy belongs to me,” he growled. “Admit it, Lydia.”
She shook her head, unwilling to give him so much power. He nuzzled her again and slid his middle finger into her soaked cunt, clear to the third knuckle. He curled his finger upward and pressed against a particularly sensitive spot. She whimpered, helpless to the pleasurable assault.
“Say it, sub.”
She couldn’t take much more and they both knew it. “Fine, I’m yours! Just please stop torturing me.”
He slid another finger inside her and Lydia thought she would die from the pleasure. “My little pussy wants to come, huh?”
“Yes, please,” she b
egged, desperate and aching for him to fill her.
He pulled both fingers free and ordered, “Spread your legs for your master.” This time she was quick to comply. Dane flattened his palm against her mound and said, “Don’t make the mistake of assuming you can question me. You need to learn to trust me with your body. Your pleasure is my pleasure. I won’t hurt you, baby.”
“I’ve never done anything like this, Dane. I don’t know what to do.”
“Just let me make love to you, little Lydia. In here, in the bedroom, you surrender to me completely. No hesitation or you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”
Lydia knew what he was asking. Total submission. The instant she gave it, he would know how much she cared for him, how much he meant to her. Did she dare take that leap?
“Yes,” she breathed out.
Dane rose over her, his hands on either side of her head, caging her in. He leaned down and kissed her. It was sweet, gentle and all too fleeting. “Thank you for trusting me.”
He moved down her body and parted her thighs. As he knelt between them, his gaze on her pussy, Lydia had to bite her lip against the need to close her legs. As she watched, he picked up the purple toy and smoothed it between her pussy lips, creating a firestorm of need inside her. He slowly slid the tip up and down, teasing her sensitive tissues, then moved downward toward her tight pucker. He swirled the toy around the small opening, lubricating it with each pass, then started to gently push it inside her ass. Lydia stiffened.
“Shh, baby. Relax for me.” Dane’s tender expression and his deep soothing tone tore away at her fears. The way his gaze soaked her in made her feel special, as if she meant more to him than mere sex.
Lydia took another fortifying breath and let it out slowly, allowing all her reservations to dissipate. Dane hummed his approval and began to press the toy inside her once more. There was a brief moment of discomfort as he pushed beyond the tight ring of muscles surrounding the small entrance, to be quickly replaced by white-hot pleasure. Lydia was thrust back to that delicious moment when it’d been Dane’s cock filling her there. Her pussy creamed at the reminder and she opened her legs farther.
Dane rubbed his palm over her pussy, eliciting another series of tremors from her. “Fuck, that’s sweet, baby,” Dane groaned. “So sweet.” As he moved over her, his muscular body pinned hers to the mattress, his arms caging her in. He positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed in an inch. “God, Lydia, you’re going to burn me alive with this hot little cunt.”
Lydia lifted her hips and he slipped in another inch. She wanted him deep, stretching and filling her, chasing away the cold. She lifted her arms, anxious to touch him, before remembering the handcuffs. “Release me, please, Dane. I want to touch you.”
