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  He turned back to Lauren where she lay on top of his bed, her naked body responding to the breeze, and decided those coverings under her needed to go. Moving to the bottom of the bed, he pulled the comforter and sheet from beneath her. While pulling them down first might have been easier, he wouldn’t have gotten to see the wonderful undulations she made as she raised first her back, then her hips and finally her legs.

  The moment John had set eyes on this particular bed in the furniture store, he had decided the wooden construction had been designed with bondage in mind. The smooth curl of the wood along the top of the head- and foot boards gave way to a series of posts about one inch by one inch in dimension, making the bed look like a jail cell on either end. He’d tied Lauren’s right side to the wider posts on the edge because that gave him a side he could stand close to without too much mattress getting in the way.

  But the scarves wouldn’t reach all the way to the other side of the double bed. That didn’t matter. Taking her free ankle firmly in his hand, he pulled the scarf through a bar not quite halfway over. That spread her legs quite nicely and gave him a good view of her pussy, but still left room for him to lie down beside her if he were so inclined. Standing back, he admired the curves of her body as she blushed under his gaze.

  “You are a beautiful woman, do you know that?”

  “Thank you for saying that, but I’m not more than fair.” She brushed a stray hair from her forehead with her still-free hand. John noted she managed to artfully drape the trailing scarf over her breasts in the process. Shaking his head, he spoke as if thinking aloud.

  “I never understood why beautiful women can’t see their own beauty.” He bent and gathered the scarf in his hand, taking time to caress her breast with the backs of his fingers. Still keeping his tone deliberately conversational, he pulled her wrist up and tied it to the corresponding post in the headboard so her leg and arm were symmetrical. “Beautiful women have something the majority of women do not.”

  “And what is that?”

  He could hear a trace of nervousness in her voice and didn’t blame her. What they were doing took a lot of trust on her part. One of the reasons he’d taken his time tying her had been to build that trust. Lying down beside her on the bed, he put his arm around her waist, propping himself up with his head on his hand, letting her get used to his dominance.

  “I think beautiful women, no matter what their current situation, have a spirit of adventure. They shine from within with a need to experience life and all it has to offer. Like you, they have an elegant charm.” He brushed a kiss on her temple.

  His words seduced her and Lauren wanted to believe him. Would he say such things to her when he’d already gotten what he wanted? She’d agreed to let him tie her up and now he worked to fulfill his promise to make love to her all night long.

  Heat radiated from his body, stretched beside her, his arm lying across her as a shield against the night. She listened to his words and let herself be carried away by them, even if she didn’t fully believe them. For tonight, his words banished rational thought and wove an existence where everything was perfect. With a contented sigh, she smiled, enjoying the dream.

  “The lack of movement can be a powerful aphrodisiac,” he murmured and Lauren nodded agreement. She tried to tug her arms down—the inability to do so sent a shiver straight to her pussy. John moved his hand up along her belly to her breasts again, cupping the one farthest from him and bouncing it slightly in his palm. When he bent and drew the nearer nipple into his mouth she shuddered as he played her body, mind and emotions. When he bit the nipple, an involuntary cry forced itself from her throat.

  He didn’t let go. If anything, he increased the pressure and Lauren gasped, her body instinctively moving away. The ties, however, prevented her from going very far and a spasm of pleasure coursed through her pussy. She moaned as she approached the brink of orgasm.

  Except John chose that precise moment to let go. He popped his head up, grinning. “You like that?”

  “Didn’t think I would,” she answered, trying to focus on his grin. “But yeah, I did…do.”

  “Then maybe you’ll like this as well.” The hand that cupped her breast suddenly squeezed, compressing her breast in his powerful hand. She arched her back as another spasm coursed through her.

  John chuckled. “Told you being tied and helpless was arousing.”

  “Don’t stop now. This is wonderful.”

  He put his lips near hers. “I don’t intend to stop until you’ve come so many times you’ve lost count.”

  Their lips touched and Lauren felt his full power unleashed. He ravaged her mouth, bruising her lips. She opened to him, wanting to take that force into herself, wanting to be fed by it, consumed by it, remade by it. His hand slid along her side and under to possess her ass and she would’ve brought her knees up to invite a deeper touch but they were held fast. The heat in her pussy threatened to explode. Her pussy was open, ready to take him. She wanted him, she wanted the orgasm and she moaned her need into his mouth.

  He released her as he shifted his weight, bringing his hand forward and plunging his finger along her slit once more. The small pressure on her clit was all she needed. Her muscles tensed in the thrall of agony. Would this glorious torture never end? A strangled cry burst from her throat.

  John pressed ever so slightly harder against her clit and her body exploded in spasms of unadulterated ecstasy. She bucked in her bindings but his finger remained pressed against her, continuing her orgasm, not letting her down. Lauren knew she cried out and didn’t care how much noise she made. Her body ached for more even as it cried for him to make it stop. Over and over she crested and came until her tired muscles went limp in exhaustion.

  John pulled his fingers from between her legs and covered her with his body as she came down. Her muscles twitched for several seconds more as she gasped for air. When she could focus her gaze, she saw him leaning over her, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

  “How’d I do?”

  She didn’t want to give him the compliment he fished for yet she couldn’t deny that had to have been the most powerful set of orgasms she’d ever had. And what had he done? Simply tied her up, filled her mind with thoughts of beauty and been a little rough with his kisses and hands. She’d had rough before and enjoyed it, but add in the silk ties and his incredible touch and sex became magnificent.

  “If you think you can handle it, there are a few other toys we can bring into play.”

  “After that? You think you’re going to get more out of me? I’ve already had two orgasms tonight and both were wonderful. If you get a third I’d be surprised.” Even as Lauren said the words she wanted him to prove her false.

  “That sounds like a challenge.” He rolled over the top of her and stood. His weight forced a woof out of her and she grinned at his dismount.

  “Take it anyway you want to.” Her heart slowed to normal, but she felt her stomach give a little flip as she thought he just might give her more.

  The bedroom door stood in the center of one wall. John pushed the door halfway shut and knelt in front of a curved-top trunk that sat in the corner. While he sorted through the contents, none of which she could see, Lauren had time to look around the room. The fact that she hadn’t earlier suddenly registered on her and she tried to sit up in surprise. The scarves brought her up short though.

  John looked over his shoulder. “Everything all right over there?”

  “Yeah, very all right.”

  He cocked an eyebrow at her and she explained. “I don’t think you’ve noticed but checking out my surroundings has become an ingrained habit.”

  “I’ve noticed.”

  She heard the dry tone and looked up at the ceiling, her own tone matching his. “Okay, so I’m not as good at hiding my idiosyncrasies as I’d hoped. Sue me.” Lauren took in the room in a long sweep. “Every place I go, I find all the exits, I look for places where people could hide or go to if in trouble. I look for bo
mbs.”

  John didn’t move and Lauren continued, her joy at her discovery bubbling out of her. “But when we came here, upstairs, I didn’t do any of that. I did when we came in the house. The placement of the couch, the exit to the dining room and to the kitchen’s back door. I had it all down pat within the first minute of entering.”

  “And what changed when you came upstairs?”

  She actually giggled. “It’s wonderful. I was so taken with you and what you might do to me that I didn’t notice. I couldn’t tell you the layout of rooms up here if my life depended on it. Wait! That’s it!” She struggled to sit up and contented herself with rolling onto her side so she could see him.

  “My life depended on it. That’s the key right there. The IEDs, the snipers, the suicide bombers, they all taught me to be constantly aware of my surroundings because, literally, my life depended on it. That awareness grew to a habit I didn’t break when I got home. I do it all the time. I lead my life as if it could end at any moment and never relax my guard.”

  “But you did tonight.”

  “With you. Isn’t that wonderful?”

  John came to kneel beside the bed, taking Lauren’s face in his hands. He kissed her gently then said, “You feel safe here with me.”

  She nodded, her eyes growing more serious. “I do. It’s a feeling I’m not used to.”

  “Get used to it. I intend to keep you safe a lot more often.”

  Until he’d said the words, John hadn’t realized how deeply Lauren had affected him. But the truth of the words couldn’t be denied. He liked Lauren. No, liked was too soft a word. You liked baseball, you liked your car. What he felt for Lauren was far more than that. She’d become important to him.

  He kissed her again, enjoying the way she yielded to him. Because of the ties, he couldn’t quite hold her as close as he’d like, but that was okay. There’d be time enough for that later.

  “Stay put,” he told her, liking the way her face lit up when she smiled at him. Going back to the trunk, he lifted up the soft flogger he’d decided on and hefted it in his hand. Would she let him? Only one way to find out.

  Her eyes widened when he brought it into the light. Made of long deerskin thongs, the flogger’s many ends could provide a soft massage or a hard thwack. The artistry came in knowing when to deliver which kind of landing. Turning the skin pink required only a light blow delivered repeatedly or a series of hard blows delivered quickly. Which would bring her to orgasm again? John knew that finding out was the best part.

  “If you give your permission, I’d like to give you a massage.”

  “With that?”

  “A flogging can be very relaxing. If that’s the desired status, that is.”

  “Why not just give a massage then? With your hands?”

  “Good question. Let’s just say the flogger is more versatile and provokes more…sexual stimuli.” He saw her wavering and brought the flogger closer, trailing the ends over the skin of her side.

  Lauren giggled. “Okay, that tickles.”

  For answer, John gently pushed her over so she lay face up again. “Not the sensation I was going for. Try this one.” He gently flicked the ends so they brushed softly against her breasts then trailed them down along her belly. “Like that?”

  He knew his touch was too light to arouse her much, but apparently Lauren liked it just fine, judging by the little gasp she gave when he landed the ends again across her breasts. This time one of the ends landed across her nipple and the air that whooshed out of her hinted at her enjoyment.

  “Because this is new to you, it really is best to feel it on your ass first.”

  “All of a sudden I feel like I’ve never had sex before.”

  John saw the white cream at her pussy and knew what she meant. The first time he’d had a flogger used on him, he’d had one hell of an orgasm. Then he’d been taught how to use the nefarious little tool and he never looked back.

  He let the thongs fall lightly across her breasts and listened to her breath quicken. She didn’t need a full flogging to get an orgasm. The scarves and the mere suggestion of what he could do with this were enough to get her agitated and aroused. Starting a slow rhythm, he continued to slap the thongs against her breasts, understanding the small stings were plenty for this first time.

  Lauren’s eyes closed and John let the thongs fall a little harder. No marks yet showed on her skin, he’d kept the touch so light. But as her arousal grew, so did the force he used, each hit taking her a step closer to the peak.

  Small pink spots now showed on her breasts as they warmed beneath the soft leather. She arched her back, her head moving from side to side as the moans grew faster and deeper. He speeded up—the quickened tempo landing on the sides of her breasts. No pauses now, just unrelenting stings. Could she come without any touch to her pussy? Few women could. But those who did, he knew, experienced a far deeper orgasm.

  Lauren’s voice urged him on. “Please…so close…”

  Once more he increased the speed and strength, his blows to her breasts designed to push her over the edge. Above her head, her hands fisted the pillow and with a whimper, her body tensed, hovering…poised…waiting.

  He took her over with a hard blow to her nipples and listened to the cry of pleasured agony as her body convulsed.

  Immediately he lessened the strength of the descending flogger to soft caresses. He watched as she rode the waves of pleasure, her pussy spurting forth its marvelous juices. Oh, this one was precious in so many ways. He’d asked her out because he’d found her witty and fun. He’d brought her home because he’d found her wounded and he wanted to help. He’d brought her up here to help her forget for a while. But now he found a new emotion starting to well up inside him—one of lust and desire.

  He’d taken his shirt and pants off but kept his boxer briefs on since this part of the evening was more for her benefit. Now he dropped them quickly, giving Lauren her first look.

  Coming down from another incredible orgasm, Lauren opened her eyes to the light and blinked, having forgotten for a moment where she was. That flogging had been wonderful! She’d let him do that again anytime.

  Movement to her right caught her eye. She’d enjoyed looking at his chest and the controlled strength of his muscles and had just enough time to think, “What a gorgeous ass,” before he turned around and her attention was riveted by his cock.

  John was not a small man, in any part of his body.

  Manners said it wasn’t polite to stare but right now, manners could go to hell. John’s cock, thick as her wrist and hard as her head, stood proudly, swathed in the beautifully deep colors of his erection. Suddenly she realized her legs were spread open, very open. Instinctively she tried to move them. All she could do was bend her knees a little, which, of course, opened her pussy wider and more invitingly. She grinned.

  John knelt between her legs, one hand absently massaging his cock. Again without thinking, Lauren attempted to bring her hands down to touch him. Again the ties prevented her and a whimper of frustration escaped.

  “You certainly do seem to like being tied and ravished,” John commented as he saw her body reacting to him.

  “Ravish away. I’m liking this more than I could’ve imagined.”

  For answer, he leaned forward, putting a hand on either side of her shoulders. Lauren’s breath caught as she understood the power he wielded. The muscles of his shoulders tensed where he held himself above her, his face mere inches from her own. Her lips parted as her heart pounded. He teased her to readiness again simply by existing.

  “I will enter you slowly. I will torment you and make love to you like you deserve to be loved. You are beautiful, Lauren. I want you.”

  His words made her stomach flip. She could barely breathe and her voice was barely audible. “Yes, please. John…”

  His lips were on hers, tasting, exploring, possessing. Because of her bindings she had no way to show him how much she wanted except in their kiss. She yielded, letting
his tongue explore and exploring on her own as well. Everything she wanted she put into that kiss, her desire for his cock, her thankfulness at his caring and tenderness, her passion and her need. He lowered himself and she raised her hips to help his entrance, wanting to join with him.

  He said he’d take her slowly and Lauren learned he was a man of his word. She felt his cock at her pussy, rubbing along her slit and making her moan. She wanted to grab his shoulders and urge him along, but the ties forced her to a passive role. She could only accept what he gave.

  Gently he pushed inside, going in only a little before pulling out. Lauren cried out her need as the tensions in her pussy gathered again. How could she even think of coming again? And yet his masterful command had her wanting to rut like a feral animal.

  Again he entered and Lauren’s eyes closed, giving herself up to the fires that coursed through her. “Open your eyes, Lauren. I want to see your soul.”

  She looked into his eyes and felt more than naked. The blueness of his eyes had darkened with his desire. He would consume her, she realized, just as she understood she would gladly let him. His cock pumped in and out, each time going deeper. Her whimpers kept time with the increasing tempo of his thrusts.

  “You are mine, Lauren.” His voice had gone husky and Lauren saw his control slipping. Hers had flown away hours ago. But then he thrust hard and deep and she rode with him, her eyes closing despite her attempts to keep them open as she climaxed hard. His cock slammed against the wall of her womb and she cried out. Above her, he groaned as he came and Lauren went over the edge with him. Their bodies rocked together in their timeless dance.

  And when he slowed, Lauren opened her eyes, a smile spreading across her face to see him so relaxed. He heaved a huge sigh, and brought his eyes to focus. His smile, contented and tired, made her feel even more satisfied. She’d given him pleasure despite the bindings. Or maybe because of them. Lauren didn’t know and didn’t care. John lowered himself to lay his head beside hers and she took the opportunity to clench her pussy muscles around his softened cock. He shuddered and kissed her neck. She waited a moment and did it again. His breath caught and she grinned.