Tied and Tempting

An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Tied and Tempting ISBN 9781419913297 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Tied and Tempting Copyright © 2007 Maggie Casper Edited by Mary Moran. Cover art by Syneca. Electronic book Publication October 2006 This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 443103502. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

TIED AND TEMPTING

Maggie Casper

Maggie Casper

Chapter One Not tonight, Mira repeated to herself over and over in her head. Tonight she was going to do her best to seduce the man she’d been in lust with for the past year since she’d begun working at the same web design company. Tonight she was going to try to let go of her inhibitions. Mira Collins looked at herself in the mirror one last time before turning to her twin sister Aubrey. “I can’t believe you talked me into wearing this.” By this Mira meant the extremely short white leather skirt that was complemented by an equally tight black leather corset. Black thigh-high boots and a white mask to cover her face were to be her only accessories. The damn outfit covered way less than her usual attire and had cost her five times as much. “You’re dragging me to a BDSM club for a Halloween party. The least you can do is let me dress you.” Aubrey’s words belied the smile on her face. It was evident she wasn’t too miffed about being towed to a kink club. Mira looked at Aubrey who was dressed exactly as she was except for their half masks. Where Mira wore white, Aubrey wore black. They both wore their long auburn hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and neither of them wore any jewelry that might give away who was who. Tricking people was something they hadn’t attempted since childhood when Aubrey had blossomed into an outgoing personality to be reckoned with while Mira had remained shy and sedate. But shy and sedate she would be no more. Not when it came to seducing Nash Jameson. There was just something about him that floated her boat. Mira wasn’t quite sure what it was. She couldn’t seem to put a finger on what caused the overwhelming

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magnetic sexual attraction she felt when around him, but damn if she didn’t want to place a finger—or ten—on him while figuring it out. She’d often pictured the two of them together—in the biblical sense—while at work. For a reason Mira couldn’t explain she often thought about kinky sex, maybe even with some bondage, while bent over Nash’s desk. Or hers. What made Mira think Nash would enjoy kinky sex with someone like her was beyond Mira. Hell, he’d never shown more than a friendly interest in her much less the kind that would end in sex, kinky or otherwise. For that matter, Mira had no clue if she would even like it kinky. Sometimes her minimal experience really sucked. A very unladylike snort escaped before Mira could stop it, causing Aubrey to raise a brow. Her knowing look brought forth a chortle of laughter. “What? I can’t help it if I’m in lust, the man is H.O.T. hot and you know it.” Aubrey shook her head. “Of course I know it. I knew it the minute you introduced us. What I’m trying to figure out is why it’s taken you so damned long to do something about it. The man is single, for god’s sake. Single and gorgeous, and yet you decide to wait a whole year before working up the nerve to do anything.” Being the nut job she was, it was evidently very hard for Aubrey to understand Mira’s less than stellar attempts at being more outgoing. In the past, the only thing Mira had accomplished when trying to be more like her twin was to embarrass herself horribly so she’d given up for a simpler way of life. Until now. “It’s fate, Aubrey.” Unlike Mira, Aubrey didn’t even try to hold back her snort of laughter. “Fate my ass, you’re finally horny enough to step up is all.” If only Aubrey knew the truth of that statement. Mira dreamt about Nash often and masturbated to those fantasies. Even her daydreams were smoking hot. It didn’t have to be in the cover of darkness for Nash to garner every bit of her attention. How Nash had

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no clue she was a basket case for him, Mira couldn’t fathom. She all but drooled every time he walked by, thinking of how he’d taste. Often visions of what it would be like for Nash to place her on the flat surface of her desk, her arms bound to the desk above her head, knees all but pinned to her ears while he hammered into her had Mira hot and wet. It was at times such as these that Mira cursed her pale skin. She could feel the blush rise across her cheeks, but there was no hiding the truth from her sister, they shared all, knew all about each other. “Well, there is that. I was beginning to worry the other day on my drive home. I thought I was hallucinating that the fencepost up the street winked at me.” Mira dropped that little bomb without so much as a smile on her face, and for the very briefest of moments stunned poor Aubrey into silence. “Ummm, I’m telling Mom.” Aubrey gasped the words out between fits of giggles. Mira couldn’t help it, self-conscious or not, this being outrageous stuff was a shitload of fun. “You go right on ahead, after being single for the hundred years she has, I’m sure she’s done her fair share of hallucinating about fenceposts too.” It took several minutes for the two of them to calm down and when they could finally breathe again without holding their sides, Aubrey started back in on her line of questioning. “So why do you think it’s fate now? I mean, why wasn’t it fate when he invited you to lunch those times, or why wasn’t it fate when you were sent to that weekend convention? Why now?” Mira was ready with answers. After all, this was something she’d spent the last two weeks thinking long and hard on. “Those lunches were with the rest of the office staff, not dates. They were work as was the convention. This is different.” She peered at herself in the mirror again wondering how in the hell she was going to pull this off. The swell of her breasts was barely contained by the corset. Hell, if she

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took too deep a breath, she’d surely lose a nipple. Not to mention that if one were looking from behind, there was the glorious sight of back fat. Nothing like the little bulge hanging over the top of the corset from behind to throw the whole look off. Reaching under her arm with one hand, Mira pinched the bulge in question and made a sound of disgust. “Would you knock it off! Believe me, with our boobs and skirts so short you can see cheek, nobody is going to even notice that. Now tell me why this time it’s fate.” Dropping her arm, Mira turned away from the mirror. If she kept looking, there was a good chance she’d chicken out and end up staying home. “Don’t you see? This has nothing to do with work. My computer was acting up so I asked Nash if I could use his for a minute only to see that he’d left an e-mail up, a personal e-mail, one inviting him to the Halloween bash at Club D/s. It’s fate I tell you.” Was it just fate that she was going in hopes of hooking up with Nash or was there more to it? Such as her intrigue with the whole lifestyle since she’d taken to reading those wonderful erotic romances Aubrey was always gushing about. The thought of living out some of her wildest sexual fantasies with Nash was enough to send her mind reeling. It couldn’t just be coincidence that the man she trusted as a coworker and was in lust with was also into a lifestyle she’d grown more and more intrigued with, could it? “Umm, okay.” Aubrey sounded less than convinced, which for some off-the-wall reason was irritating the hell out of Mira. “Okay then. How do you explain that when I needed an invitation to this party you just happen to be able to get me one?” There, Mira thought to herself, that should shut her up. “Because I’m a pervert with contacts.” Aubrey smiled wickedly then winked. “Just kidding. I called the club and asked if nonmembers were allowed to attend. The guy who answered the phone was way cool. He took our information over the phone, 7

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charged my debit card and violà, the next thing I know tickets show up in the mail. It really wasn’t that hard, Mira.” When Mira opened her mouth to interject, her sister stopped her. “Okay so it’s fate or the Halloween fairy or whatever the hell you want to call it. That doesn’t mean things are just going to fall into place once you walk through the door. So tell me, what do you have planned?” “Planned?” Mira watched Aubrey run a hand over her face as if her last nerve were strung tight. “You need a plan, Mira. A way to get the two of you talking and, hopefully before the night is over, more. Like the good get-yourself-spanked dirty kind of stuff people go to clubs like this to watch.” “More? Watched! I don’t know about more. Until last year I had no idea what BDSM was, and until two weeks ago, I didn’t have a clue as to what a play party was and now you expect me to…to…play? In public?” Without saying a word, Aubrey marched past Mira. Once to the bed, she grabbed their bags and masks. She had a determined look on her face, the kind that had the ability to make Mira shake in her shoes, or on this very different occasion, her thighhigh boots. “We’re leaving before you start clucking like the chicken you are and decide to stay home.” Mira’s head was spinning. “But you didn’t say anything about playing in front of people. You said it was a party where people play.” Aubrey sighed dramatically but never slowed. “And just what the hell did you think I meant by playing, Mira? For fuck sake, it is a kink club. Did you think they were going to be having games of charades?” “What kind of playing are we talking about?”

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“I’ve never been to one of the parties so I don’t know exactly. Sheesh woman, you’ve read the same books I have. Think something along those lines.” Doing her best to not get her fingers slammed in the car door after Aubrey all but wrestled her into the passenger seat, Mira tried hard to rid herself of the queasy feeling roiling though her stomach. Aubrey opened the driver’s door and climbed behind the wheel. “Well, what did you think took place at an adult play party? Hell, you asked me what BDSM was a long time ago and I told you. You couldn’t have possibly missed the sexual connotation of the words play and party after that conversation.” Mira wasn’t sure if she wanted to kick herself or Aubrey. “That’s just it, I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to go, felt like I needed to go. Like this was finally my chance. I can’t explain it. But I won’t do stuff in public, Aubrey. That’ll never happen.” “I’ve only got one caution for you, sis.” Mira was almost afraid to ask. “And that is?” “If Nash is the type of man I think he is and you really and truly want him, you’d better learn real quick to never say never. It’s like a challenge.” The wicked laughter to follow Aubrey’s words of wisdom made every hair on Mira’s body stand at attention. She wanted to ask what kind of man Aubrey thought Nash was but by the time she’d worked up the nerve, they were already at Club D/s.

***** Why he’d made the last-minute decision to allow Mira to see the e-mail invite he’d received from Club D/s for their annual Halloween party, Nash would never know. He doubted very seriously she’d show her face, even in costume, in such a risqué place. Not Mira, she was the epitome of good girl. Unlike most of the others milling around the various rooms of the club, Nash was not in costume. Dressing simply in black slacks and a deep burgundy button-down shirt kept him unencumbered, just the way he preferred, especially when it came to 9

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playing. And if Mira found the courage to show up at Club D/s tonight, he was definitely going to be doing some type of playing, no matter how tame. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. The place was decorated to the hilt. Some rooms done up scary while others were more festive with smiling pumpkins hanging from the wall. The courtyard had been turned into a haunted house draped in black with wicked sounds echoing from the stereo speakers. Although fun, the Halloween play party in full swing around him was not the reason why Nash made sure he would be present. Neither was the fact that he was a silent owner and board member. No, he was there because there was the slightest chance Mira would show. There was just something about Mira’s quietness that challenged him. That single aspect of her personality drew him in, made the need to hear her scream his name bonedeep. His cock rose at the thought of hearing her moan and gasp while he tortured her body in delightfully erotic ways. Although outwardly quiet, there was a sparkle in her eyes, a hint of spirit that warned she would be no pushover. When Mira submitted to him, it would be with strength and pride. Nash could hardly wait. After wandering through the club’s different rooms viewing the different scenes taking place, Nash found a dark, quiet corner of the main room where he leaned against the wall sipping slowly from a bottle of water. From his vantage point, Nash could clearly see the door. He had nearly finished his water and was growing more bored by the minute when the main door once again opened. This time it wasn’t the chilled night air that took his breath away, it was the twins who stepped over the threshold. Nash immediately knew which one was Mira although the only difference in their outfits was the color of the masks covering the upper half of their faces.

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To him the differences were obvious. It was in the way she carried herself, the slight angle she tilted her chin and the way her lips curved in a shy smile versus the Cheshire cat grin Aubrey wore. Nash nearly exploded in his pants at the sight of the generous swell of her breasts displayed so prettily above the tight confines of her corset. And if that weren’t enough, she’d shown up in a skirt so short just a hint of ass showed beneath its hem. And damn if he wasn’t an ass man. Waiting until they made their way completely into the room was hard, watching while every heterosexual man in the place circled was nearly impossible. Nash wasn’t a jealous man, quite the contrary. He enjoyed showing off his possessions and sometimes even shared. The problem came in the knowledge that Mira was not yet his. Her single status was something he intended to see change as soon as he was able to gauge her reaction to the lifestyle. She showed up, he silently reminded himself. At the very least she was curious. He could work with curious. Remaining where he was took nearly every ounce of willpower he possessed. His cock ached for a feel of her, his mouth watered for her taste and yet he stood right where he was. Several men and women stopped and talked to them. From where he was standing, Nash couldn’t hear everything Mira said but Aubrey’s voice carried a bit better so he knew for fact she had introduced them. He was always amused at those who could not tell Mira and Aubrey apart. Just about the time he thought it, one of the DMs commented on their mask color as a way to do just that. Nash chuckled wondering what, if anything, the Collins sisters had up their sleeves, dressing almost identically. Mira looked like a deer caught in the headlights of oncoming traffic. Eyes he knew to be deep sea green were wide. With shock? There was no way to be sure from his vantage point.

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Her gaze darted around the room, her head swiveling back and forth as if to see everything. Nash looked around the room trying to view it in the same new, fascinating and probably a bit scary way Mira was obviously seeing it. There was a woman with her shirt off facing the whipping post. Her short black skirt was tucked up into the waistband of barely there g-string panties, showing the very pale curve of her full ass. A man in all black stood back and watched her tremble while uncoiling the length of an obviously well-loved single-tail whip. The first crack of the whip caused Mira to jump. Others in the room became quiet and moved closer yet not so close as to encumber the scene. Nash kept his eyes on Mira, curious if she would also move in for a better view. Unlike the others, his little mouse took several small steps back but never looked away. Aubrey leaned in and whispered something to her obvious nervous sister. Mira didn’t look too sure but she nodded her head and continued to watch from a distance. After several flicks of his wrist, the dominant in all black had his partially nude submissive moaning, the sounds guttural in the cavernous room. After many more lashes he moved to her, covering her back with his front, whispering words no one else could hear before moving back to check the fruits of his labor, which happened to be in the form of brilliant red marks across the back and upper swell of the woman’s ass. She turned to him, eyes glazed over with a beautiful smile on her face. Nash continued to watch Mira from the corner of his eye and was nearly ecstatic to see a wide smile curving her full lips. She smiled at Aubrey, who then took off her mask and handed it to Mira. Aubrey gestured to Mira, something Nash took to mean mingle, before leaving the main room with a man Nash had never seen before. He made a mental note of the man’s appearance and would be stopping the first Dungeon Master, also known as DM—men and women whose sole purpose at a play party was the safety of the guests—to ask about the man. In the meantime though, he was going to claim Mira’s attention and show her just a bit about the lifestyle. Nash was about to step out of the shadows when Mira did 12

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something that completely took him by surprise. She removed her own white mask leaving her beautiful face completely unfettered. He couldn’t help but chuckle. Maybe Mira was trying to find a way to spread her wings just a bit. It was possible she wanted nothing more than to find a way out of her shy cocoon. Of course with no mask to tell them apart, the rest of the club’s patrons would be lost as to who was who. They might look identical and even talk with equally husky voices, but anyone who could not tell them apart, mask or not, was an idiot as far as Nash was concerned. Nash stepped away from the wall and moved intently across the room toward Mira, who had evidently spotted him. She reached up as if to touch the mask she no longer wore. Her fingers trembled slightly. Good, Nash thought. He wanted her off balance and uncomfortable, all shaky and flushed and in his arms. The little devil on his shoulder was prompting him to gather her into his arms and kiss her soundly, a desire Nash easily gave in to. She felt perfect in his arms as he gathered her close without so much as a word. The kiss was hard and deep, penetrating much more than just the barrier of her lips. Nash coaxed her tongue into a duel with his, tasting and teasing until she was panting for air and trembling against him before he tore his mouth from hers. “Hello, Mira.” “Umm hi.” Oh man, she was sexy as hell and so damn cute in her nervousness. “Are you enjoying Club D/s so far?” He was trying very hard to keep things nice when what he really wanted to do was bind her to the nearest flat surface and fuck her senseless. Having evidently lost her voice, Mira nodded, sending the length of her ponytail over her shoulder. Nash still held her close so its length was now pulled into the crook of his arm. At some point in the near future, Nash planned to use that same length of

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hair to hold her in place while he fucked her mouth. He could only imagine how hot her mouth would feel on the length of his cock. How soft her lips would be as they wrapped around his girth, sliding sensuously up and down. “If you’d like, I can show you around?” He asked the question out of the blue, bringing a slight look of panic to her eyes. There was just something about the look that set him on edge, causing his balls to draw up close under his aching cock. Damn, he needed to kiss her again. “It’s all right, little mouse.” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “You know me, Mira, even though you don’t know this me. You can go back out to the front desk and ask about me if you’d like. I’ve been a member of the club since it opened.” Nash released Mira slowly and backed up just a few steps in hopes of putting her at ease without completely removing his presence. Keeping her a bit off guard and aroused was part of the plan. “Oh no. That’s okay, I trust you.” Nash couldn’t help but raise a brow at her declaration. It was obvious Mira wasn’t very good at role-playing. She backpedaled nicely though. “I mean, I trust you to not do anything with so many people around.” This time Nash laughed outright. “Nothing will happen to you here. At least nothing you don’t want to.” This time he grinned and winked, actions that made Mira blush from the neck up. It was a truly stunning sight. “Shall we then?” Nash held his hand out, something he wouldn’t have done for anyone other than Mira. It might be the gentlemanly thing to do, but in a BDSM club, touching what didn’t belong to you or you weren’t invited to touch—in the case of unowned property—was frowned upon. Good thing he planned to remedy that situation as soon as possible. Mira placed her hand in his, and in doing so, unknowingly paired herself with him for the night at the very least. Anyone who was even mildly acquainted with Nash knew the action held significance and wouldn’t approach Mira now without 14

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permission. He couldn’t help but wonder what type of reaction that little bit of information would cause when and if she ever realized it. “How would you like to wander through the different rooms and watch a few scenes?” She stopped dead in her tracks, leaving Nash little choice except do the same since dragging her in his wake was the only alternative. “Just watch?” Her tiny hand tensed in his. Nash couldn’t help himself. Running a single finger across her collarbone then up the side of her neck to her jaw, he lifted her gaze to his. “Yes, little mouse, just watch.” Without withdrawing her hand from his, Mira placed her other in a balled fist on her hip. “Don’t call me that!” He wasn’t going to let her off the hook easy with a simple agreement nor was he going to stop touching her. Stroking the silky-soft skin of her neck, he cupped his fingers around the base of her skull and levered her close. In her heeled boots she was nearly eye level with him, bringing their lips so close Nash could all but taste the minty freshness of her breath as she exhaled raggedly. “Why not?” He whispered the words against her lips unable to hold back any longer. She tugged against his hold “Because I’m not a mouse, dammit.” Nash released her instantly then nodded. He backed up, giving her space then without another word started on a path toward one of the back rooms. One he knew to be occupied by a couple into bondage who didn’t take their play to the extreme. It would be a perfect scene for Mira to witness. “Good to know.”

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Chapter Two Mira couldn’t believe she was doing this. It was one thing to dress up and go to a play party while chasing after a man but quite another to find out the man in question not only went to parties but was quite well known. For that to be the case he must frequent the club. Right? Was that what Aubrey had tried to warn her about? That Nash enjoyed the club life or had she meant the type of man it seemed Nash was? A dominant, not the politically correct men Mira was used to dating. The type she could wrap around her little finger had she wanted to. She hadn’t seen him upon first entering the room even though she’d looked. Of course her attention had been snagged by the scene. At the first crack of the whip, Mira had wanted to save the woman from the obvious torment intended for her. She probably would have done something stupid like run up to the man with the whip, pleading for him to stop had Aubrey not told her to chill out and keep watching. When the woman in question started to moan and gasp, Mira finally realized that not only was she breathing hard just like the bound woman but her panties were soaked. She was clearly aroused and not only by the sights and sounds around her but by the fantasy of taking the place of the woman being whipped. The realization made her want to cover her ears, to fight what was happening to her, the feelings coursing through every cell of her tightly wound body. She wanted to go back to being completely oblivious about the people around her and their kink, but something warned that would probably never happen, especially if Nash’s demanding kiss was merely a precursor to the type of sex he preferred. The thought made Mira shiver in anticipation.

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The feel of his rough fingers wrapped tightly around hers was comforting in a very unnerving way Mira couldn’t explain if she had to. There was just something intimidating about him. Mira wasn’t quite sure whether she wanted to remain in his hold or run away. “Where are we going? What are we going to watch?” His silver-gray gaze bore into hers. A crooked smile curved his lips making him appear less intimidating but not any less in control. Mira imagined he was a man who meant every word he spoke. “We’re going to watch a bedroom scene between a couple who enjoy bondage, a married Dominant-submissive couple who have been in the lifestyle for longer than you’ve been alive.” “And they come here to have sex in front of people?” Mira didn’t consider herself a prude but she had no problem admitting to being completely mind-boggled by the concept. “It isn’t always about the sex.” “Then what is it about?” “It’s different for everyone, every relationship. In the case of the couple we’ll see, it is about the relinquishing of power. In their relationship, he has it, she doesn’t. Kinky sex is just the icing on the cake. For them as well as many others, it is who they are, not just roles they partake in and it’s so much more than play.” Mira wanted to ask more questions but they’d reached the room in question. Before opening the door, Nash whispered to her, “Be quiet while inside. It’s considered very rude to interrupt a scene.” He waited for her nod of understanding before opening the door. Still holding her hand, Nash led her through the door, quietly closing it behind them before taking a seat. It was mostly dark except for the numerous lit candles casting an eerie glow across the room. In the center of the room was a very large four-poster bed, and on the bed was a woman bound, gagged and blindfolded. 17

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The rise and fall of her bare chest caught Mira’s attention. Was she aroused or nervous? Perhaps both, there was no way for Mira to be sure. She looked around the room, searching for what she had no idea. Surely the woman wouldn’t be left alone in such a precarious position. Would she? No longer comfortable with her thoughts, she turned to Nash to ask the questions whirling through her mind. It was then that she noticed the man. He was sitting stockstill, focused on the woman bound to the bed. What seemed like hours but could have only been minutes passed and Mira found she had a hard time remaining still. The room all but sizzled with sexual tension, the musky scent of arousal permeating the air. The combination had Mira squirming in her seat, clenching her thighs in an attempt to alleviate the ache there. Her movements must have caused more noise than she realized because a startled gasp found its way past the woman’s gag, her head swinging toward where they sat, earning Mira a very stern look from Nash. “Oops.” Mira mouthed the word to no one in particular. “We have company, my little slut.” The man who’d been sitting and watching said the words lovingly. He then stood from his seated position and in measured strides moved toward the bed where he leaned over and delicately rubbed the woman’s cheek. Within seconds he had gone from being gentle and sweet to autocratic, his voice commanding her body to answer his every word because her mouth couldn’t. She was very scantily clad, nearly nude as a matter of fact. Mira couldn’t take her eyes off the woman, especially when the man began to stroke between her legs, insisting in a low, growled voice that she do her best to make it known just how much pleasure she was receiving or he’d stop. The whole scene was frustrating the hell out of Mira. She wanted to come. She wanted the woman to come. But at the same time she wanted the whole thing to last, to be drawn out for longer. She could only imagine how good it was for the woman. If it were anything like when Mira masturbated, bringing herself to the brink over and over only to stop before finally soaring, the woman was experiencing sheer bliss. 18

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It wasn’t until Nash placed his hand over hers that Mira realized she was rubbing herself. When she tried to pull her hand back, Nash stopped her. He slid his calloused fingers along her much more delicate ones, aligning them until his rested on hers under the lace cover of her panties. The sensations flowing over every one of her nerve endings were nearly too much to bear. Leaning in close, he whispered for her ears only so as not to disturb the scene taking place, “Move your fingers for me. Show me how you like to play with your wet little pussy.” Mira strangled on a gasp. She was torn between embarrassment and arousal and couldn’t seem to make herself understand why the embarrassment only seemed to be making the arousal that much stronger. “Come on, little mouse. You can do it.” This time the use of the nickname Nash had bestowed upon her didn’t feel like a put-down. The way his low, gravelly voice purred the words made it sound more like a term of endearment. He had pulled her close, so close she was nearly sitting in his lap. She’d allowed her thighs to part in order to make more room for their hands and Nash was taking considerable advantage of the fact. So far Nash had not touched her with his own hand even once. However, he was applying just enough pressure to her fingers to drive her completely mad with lust. The fact that her thighs were beginning to tremble was proof of how close she was to coming. Not that she needed proof when the heat coiling inside her abdomen threatened to melt her insides. “Please.” The single-worded plea was barely audible, a whisper that died on her lips when Nash leaned in and bit the side of her neck then suckled the offended flesh. “Please what, Mira. Is this what you need, baby?”

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Nash asked the question at the same time he nudged her legs farther apart and used his hand over hers to grind her fingers against her clit. An incessant buzz started in her head. Her mind was in turmoil, unable to comprehend much of what was whirling through it. The first thought she was finally able to process was that Nash could so easily take charge. Not only of her actions but her arousal as well. The second was that no matter how horrible the first thought was, she was not going to be able to hold off the orgasm preparing to slam through her body like a freight train. When Mira came, she came with an intensity she’d never before experienced. Either by way of protecting the scene or themselves, Mira wasn’t sure which, Nash turned her head, burying her face against his chest to muffle the sounds of her release. It took Mira more than a few minutes to gather herself, but even after that time, her composure was nowhere to be found. It had evidently fled right along with her morals the minute she stepped through the doors of Club D/s. Oh god! Mortified wasn’t even close to what she felt. Mira felt the overwhelming need to bolt from the room. It was bad enough she’d gone to the club with the intent of getting closer to Nash but to masturbate in public? What in the hell had gotten into her! As if he could read her mind and knew she wanted to leave the room, Nash stood then tugged Mira behind him. Once out of the room and with as little eye contact as possible, she headed toward the front door, a thanks to Nash for showing her around the only words she’d found the nerve to mumble. “And just where do you think you’re going, Mira?” The question was asked matter-of-fact. It was the dead-serious tone of his voice that had the ability to stop her where she was.

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“I can’t.” “Can’t? That’s bullshit and you know it so don’t let me hear you say it again. You can’t or you won’t? They’re two completely different things.” Her green eyes widened then narrowed in anger, irritation or guilt Nash wasn’t sure which. A look of defeat was the next to cross her gorgeous features. Her green eyes no longer shone with excitement, her lips no longer curved into the shy smile he liked so well. “You’re right.” She sighed. “I think I knew it before I even got here. This isn’t the place for me.” Oh, she was so wrong and he intended to make her aware of it. Nash had watched Mira closely since her arrival. Saw how she reacted to the whipping scene in the main room. Felt her arousal firsthand as she watched the bound woman’s body being played like a finely tuned instrument. There was no way Nash was going to let her leave without knowing for sure because she’d always wonder “what if”. And so would he. “We’re not talking right or wrong here, Mira. What you did, what we did in that room was not wrong. I’m not sure why you feel it is. One day soon you’ll tell me but for now I don’t want you to go without getting a taste of what you’d be missing.” She once again had that wide-eyed deer-in-the-headlights look. Damn she was cute when she was frozen on the spot, a perplexed look plastered across her face. “A taste? How?” Mira licked her lips, an obvious look of interest in her once more glittering green eyes. “With me, Mira. Right here at Club D/s. It can be as private or as public as you like and won’t go any further than you wish it to. I merely want to let you experience a little bit of this side.”

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Nash had known Mira for a year now, worked day in and day out with her, but did she have the trust in him she’d need to submit even on this the smallest of levels? There was only one way to find out. Once again he held his hand out for Mira’s. “Trust me.” He exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding when she placed her hand in his. “You’ll stop if I don’t like something? No questions, no guilt trips?” “You’ve got my word on it. Your safe word is mouse. Come across something you don’t like and all you have to do is say the word. At that point everything stops.” Mira looked him in the eyes, her gaze never wavering. Then she nodded. It was a very simple capitulation. Knowing her shyness and imagining how hard it was for her to show up at a place such as Club D/s in the first place, she’d just given him a gift that had the potential to be life changing. Not just for her but for him as well. Nash would be damn sure and not make her sorry for it. It was probably a good thing he was fully dressed and the pleated front of his slacks hid the bulge of his aroused cock. Hell, embarrassing Mira was the least of his worries. More than likely it was a good thing he was dressed because if not, then Mira would be naked and under him, screaming his name as he stuffed her full of his cock before she ever thought to scream her safe word. Nash tried to wipe the erotic thoughts from his mind. It was pretty useless, especially when they entered an empty room, one he’d reserved for the evening just in case. The same room containing his bag full of tricks. He stopped, quickly catching Mira off guard. Using the element of surprise, he turned her to face him. With deft hands, Nash pulled her close. He used her ponytail to anchor her in place, loving the slight gasp she emitted as he did so. Once she was where he wanted her, whispered close to her lips, “So tell me, baby, what do you want to try first?” The fingers of the hand she used to grasp his biceps trembled deliciously. “I dodon’t know.” 22

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“I saw you watching the whipping scene out front. You must have also at least glanced at some of the other things taking place in the main room. Between those and what you witnessed in the room where the woman was bound, gagged and blindfolded, you must have some ideas as to what you’d like to try.” Nash made sure to clearly and slowly enunciate every word, trying to gauge her reaction to each. He wasn’t at all surprised when she answered. “I liked seeing the woman tied to the bed.” Her voice was husky with desire, her eyes glazed just a bit, but it was the way she longingly spoke the words that caught his attention and held it. He wanted to kiss her in a bad way. Kiss away her doubts. Yet in the darkest recesses of his mind, her fear of the unknown was part of what turned him on. “Mmm, bondage. Good choice.” Nash gave her a look he prayed was as wicked as the day was long. He wanted to keep Mira on her toes, to tease and titillate her senses. But most of all, he wanted her to crave more when they were done. After giving her the simple command to go sit on the very large, very sinisterlooking chair located in the center of the room, Nash turned away to rifle through his bag. He’d expected some sort of argument or at the very least questions. It was a pretty common occurrence for someone new to the lifestyle when commanded to do something, especially when that something involved a chair such as the one dominating the room. Made of solid wood specifically for the purpose of play, the chair had a section missing from the seat. It was constructed so a dildo could be attached to the area that was solid, leaving only part of the person’s lower anatomy exposed depending on how they were sitting on the chair. If Mira were facing forward in the traditional style, she could have a dildo in her pussy and her ass would be bare for whatever his mind could conjure up. On the other hand, if she straddled the base of the narrow-backed chair, she could have the fullness of a toy in her ass. In this position, her pussy would be open for play through the 23

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missing section of the base. The thing Nash liked best about this position was that it left the receiver’s back exposed to other tools of the trade such as the lash of a whip or flogger. Just the thought of it sent his pulse through the roof. The high back of the chair had a multitude of eyebolts as did the arms and legs. There was no end to the possibilities when it came to the chair and bondage play. Nash found the things he was looking for. With his hands full, he walked with slow and measured steps back to Mira. She sat as pretty as you please on the chair looking just like the princess she was. Her face was close to being devoid of emotion. The only outward sign of her nervousness was the way she wiggled her toes back and forth. Nash pulled a folding chair to the center of the room and placed it so it was facing Mira. When he sat, their knees nearly touched. “We’re going to try several things on you. You get to pick which you’d like to try first.” With slow, methodical motions, he draped first a lockable leather wrist cuff over his lap. Attached to it was a small padlock that clacked against the metal ring it was locked on to in a way that made his blood heat and his cock throb. Nash could nearly picture Mira walking around his condo nude with nothing more than leather cuffs surrounding her ankles and wrists. Next came a standard set of metal handcuffs with key, and last but not least, two lengths of rope. Both the same length, one was synthetic, made of nylon and smoother to the touch than the natural fibers of the red hemp rope he’d had sent straight from Japan. Nash watched intently as Mira stroked each item briefly before picking them up one by one as if to weigh them in the palm of her slightly shaky hand. Once she’d worked her way through each one and had lowered them back to his lap, she lifted her gaze to his. “That one first.”

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Surprisingly, she’d chosen to try the metal cuffs. “Why?” She had his curiosity piqued. “Because they seem the scariest so I wanted to get them over with.” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Did it never occur to you that I had set out choices for you but had never mentioned you were required to try them all?” She seemed to ponder his question for a brief moment. “No, it didn’t. You told me to choose which one I wanted to try first. I just assumed the rest would follow.” “Assumptions will get you into trouble, Mira.” “I’m beginning to realize that.” She quirked a brow in what appeared to be irritation, making Nash smile. He enjoyed her shyness but had an extra-special fondness for the sassiness she let slip through every now and again. “So you still want to start with the metal cuffs?” He was playing out the conversation to the bitter end. There was an overwhelming need to rile Mira just a bit, to see her eyes light with an inner fire and watch her chest rise and fall as her breath quickened. “If I don’t have to, then I think I’ll just skip them and start with the leather cuff instead.” Mira seemed extremely happy about the change, a smug little smile curving her mouth. Nash, the sadistic bastard that he was, could hardly wait to see what her reaction would be when he burst her bubble. “I didn’t say you didn’t have to, little mouse. I was just curious as to what your second choice would be. Of course if you don’t want to continue, you know how to stop things.” Her jaw fell nearly to the floor just before she narrowed her eyes at him. “Is there anything you need to say?” Nash was being a dick and he knew it, but there was just something about Mira that screamed masochist, making the sadist in him want nothing more than to push her so he could watch her struggle before helping her through every step of what he had planned.

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When she refused to say anything more, Nash locked one of the cuffs snugly around her right wrist. The other he closed around her left but loosely enough that she could pull her hand free if she chose to do so. Whether she noticed it or not, he had no clue, and he didn’t plan to hand her that little piece of information unless he thought it was absolutely necessary. Mira stared down at the cuffs binding her hands together. Her face was flushed beautifully. The rapid breathing that all but caused her breasts to escape over the top of her corset gave away arousal Nash was sure she would deny when asked. “I bet if I reached beneath your skirt and checked, your panties would be soaked again. Or maybe still.” His words brought even more color to her cheeks and her gaze instantly to his. Nash grasped the center chain of the cuffs, lifting the hand she’d had buried between her thighs to the level of his nose where he proceeded to inhale deeply. “Maybe I should make you play with your pussy again, this time with your skirt around your waist so I can see.” A throaty moan escaped her lips. Nash wasn’t sure whether it was the idea of submitting to him or the fact that he’d just sucked her fingers into his mouth. “Like that thought, do you?” “Bastard.” This time he laughed outright. “Oh, you have no idea, baby, none at all.”

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Chapter Three Mira couldn’t help but stare at him. Nash’s wavy black hair brushed the collar of his shirt, giving him a rakish look she’d loved from the very fist time she’d seen him. Although his hair made her fingers ache to be buried in its softness, it was his eyes that drew her in, warming her all the way to her core. To Mira they were more silver than gray, sort of like gunmetal and just as lethal. He could stop a person dead in their tracks with no more than a look, and right now, he was looking at Mira. Although it took willpower she didn’t know she had, Mira held his gaze. She couldn’t help but wonder exactly who Nash Jameson was. How had she missed this side of him? He’d always seemed strong in his convictions and sure of himself in a way most people were not, but the man sitting before her, removing a pair of metal handcuffs from her wrists, was an unknown oddity. “It’s probably best to keep your wide green eyes to yourself, little mouse. At least for now.” Nash was blunt in his wants and desires and Mira suspected he was holding back marginally for her benefit. More than likely due to her obvious naïvety when it came to the lifestyle he seemed so comfortable in. She thought briefly of challenging him. Briefly being the key word, but something deep inside warned there would be no winning when it came to a battle of wills between herself and Nash so she relented by lowering her gaze. He’d finished removing the metal cuffs and was now wrapping her wrist with the soft leather one she’d made her second choice. It was not as cold as the metal and felt rather nice against her skin, warming it to the temperature of her body not long after Nash had secured the little padlock to it, trapping her wrist within its confines. 27

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At that very moment, Mira wanted nothing more than to feel the matching cuff hugged snugly around her other wrist and Nash’s mouth on hers. “All done. How does the leather feel?” Nash kept his voice low and so gently soft it made Mira ache to hear her name spoken in the very same tone. If that happened, she’d probably embarrass herself by melting onto the floor in a big gooey puddle at his feet. “I like it.” She spoke the words without lifting her gaze to meet his. Why, she had no idea. She didn’t belong to him and yet somewhere deep inside her was a nearly overwhelming need to please him. Mira twisted her wrist around to get a better look at the cuff, causing the padlock to clank against the metal ring it was attached to. It was a fairly scary occurrence to realize the sound was one she could easily fall in love with. “Good girl.” Nash used a finger beneath Mira’s chin to lift her face to his, once again bringing their gazes together. “You catch on very fast.” It was absolutely, fucking, mind-boggling crazy! That was the thought to cross through Mira’s mind when she realized not only was she smiling at Nash’s praise but her pussy was all but gushing. She was so damn aroused by what he was doing to her, the words he was speaking and the tone he was speaking them in. Not tackling him to the floor was becoming increasingly hard. Nash’s next question jerked Mira right out of her lust-induced dream of screwing his brain’s out. “Before we try the rope, I was curious if you’ve ever been spanked or had a crop used on you?” “Is that something you like to do?” He narrowed steel gray eyes at her. “A question should be followed by an answer, Mira, not another question.”

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She sighed. “No, I’ve never been spanked and have no idea what a crop is unless you mean the thing riders use when horseback riding.” Mira was surprised she’d been able to keep her voice from quavering. She was unsure if she’d irritated him or not, but the question still stuck in her mind so she asked him again. “Is that something you like to do?” An irresistibly devastating grin curved his lips. “The crop is pretty much one and the same and yes, spanking in its various forms is something I like to do. There is just something about seeing a fiery blush spread across the pale flesh of a woman’s ass that I love.” Would she like to be spanked? Mira wasn’t sure. Unlike Aubrey, she’d always been the good one and couldn’t remember ever being spanked, even as a child. The thought of a few well-placed taps on the ass did sound erotic as hell and like good fun, but a crop? Could she handle that type of pain? “How about we experiment a bit before getting to the rope? The same rules apply. All you have to do if things go too far for your comfort is to say your safe word and everything will come to a screeching halt.” “What do I do?” Had she lost her freaking mind!? “Stand up and facing the chair, place your hands flat on the solid part of the seat. For tonight, I’ll warm you up a bit with my bare hand and then I’ll use a crop. Just a few times so you can get the feel of it. Nothing extensive or intense, just a taste is all.” Mira’s mind grasped on to the “for tonight” part of Nash’s little speech. What did he mean by that? And was she really going to go through with this? Of course you are. The little devil inside of her taunted. She was more turned-on than ever before. Mira could feel the dampness between her thighs and felt achingly empty. Doing as asked, she kept her gaze locked on Nash’s as she stood. It was hard to turn away from him but somehow she found the strength to do just that. Leaning over to place her palms on the partial seat of the chair brought heat to her cheeks.

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Mira knew the position would all but bare her to his view. Nash groaned low in his throat, an appreciative sound that made Mira feel less embarrassed about what she was doing. The feel of his fingers as they glided gently up the back of her thighs was intoxicating. When he reached the hem of her skirt, Mira felt him lift its short length until her ass was completely bare, her skirt pooled at the small of her back. She was expecting a bit of petting, possibly the feel of a finger or two parting her folds, so when his hand cracked against her ass, she was completely unprepared. Her gasp must have fueled Nash’s desire. “Mmm, you are so fucking sexy.” Mira wanted to answer that really she wasn’t, but the sting of the next few swats nearly stole her breath, robbing any words she might have uttered. Leaving her with only the ability to moan through the experience. Heat radiated across Mira’s ass, zooming straight to her clit, and for a moment the only thought to go through her mind was that she wanted to come more than she needed to take her next breath. Mira had just reached the point where the words she was thinking were going to tumble out of her mouth when Nash stopped. He just stopped. No warning, no nothing. Not even the benefit of a reach around to get her off. Didn’t he know how close she was, damn him? The sound she made was definitely more growl than anything else. When Mira moved to stand, Nash placed one of his large hands in the center of her back. “Stay right where you are, Mira.” Her ears buzzed and her ass burned. She was on fire inside and out and didn’t want to stay where she was. She wanted to ride Nash’s cock for all she was worth. “Why’d you stop?” Wow! Slurred and distant, her voice sounded nothing like it usually did.

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The hand Nash had on her back stroked the length of her spine before moving over her ass. Mira hissed out the breath she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding. “Did you change your mind about trying the crop, little mouse? If so, you need only to say the word.” Oh hell! The feel of his big hand landing against her bare ass had indeed caused a small lapse of memory, but there was no way Mira was saying anything to make him stop. Not now and maybe not ever. The thought struck with such force, Mira jerked. Had it not been for the first flick of the crop planting her firmly back in the position she’d been instructed to hold, she might very well have run for the door. Not ever? What in the hell are you thinking? her mind screamed. The only reason Mira was unable to give voice to the question or to place motion to her inner need to run was because the continued landing of the crop sent her mind whirling. Was it possible that such a wicked implement could in actuality be used for sheer erotic pleasure? Evidently so.

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He groaned deep in his chest at the thought of how sweet Mira’s pussy might taste. Unable to keep the thought to himself, Nash tugged her head back until they were staring intently at each other. “I bet your pretty pink pussy would taste even better. What do you think, baby?” Mira’s green eyes widened even as her body trembled against his. “Like that thought, do you?” It was a rhetorical question. One Nash didn’t expect an answer to. Because of that, he was surprised when she did answer. “Oh yes.” Her voice trembled. She sounded breathless as if she’d just run a marathon. It aroused Nash to no end to know her reaction was due to him. “How about we try the rope now?” Mira nodded then said words that staggered Nash. “Will you tie me up good? Not like this.” She lifted her single, leather-shackled wrist. “I want to know I can’t get out. I don’t want one wrist left loose like with the metal cuffs or free like this.” With those seductive words, Mira held up her free wrist. And just when Nash thought she’d used up every surprise tactic on him, she sucker punched him in the gut with a coy look and breathy plea. “Will you take me while I’m tied up?” Nash was afraid he hadn’t heard her correctly. Or maybe they weren’t placing the same meaning to the term “take me”. He had to be sure. “You want me to tie you up and fuck you, little mouse? Is that what you’re asking?” Mira lowered her lashes, hiding herself from him. It was something Nash would not allow at this stage in the game. He wasn’t willing to chance any confusion or miscommunication on the part of either of them. “Look at me, Mira.”

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It took her a few seconds to comply with his softly worded command but when she did, Nash saw deep into her soul through the endless depths of her beautiful eyes. She wanted him in a way he was almost sure she’d never wanted another man. What he couldn’t help but wonder was why now, why him? He’d save those particular questions for later. Right now, he needed to hear her say the words that would give him the consent he needed to sink deep within the tight confines of her pussy. Already there were wicked thoughts on exactly how he wanted to fuck her scrambling through his mind. “Tell me what you want.” She licked her lips, an enticing sight that sent his already heated blood boiling. “I already did.” “Then tell me again. This time, Mira, I want you to do it in words you know I’ll understand.” A deep, shuddering breath filled her lungs and was just as shakily exhaled before she steeled herself enough to speak. Her gaze was locked on his, a concession to his slight control over her actions that gave him just a glimpse of what his future might be like with such a woman as this as his partner. His submissive. “Would you please tie me up so that I cannot get free and then fuck me?” Her cheeks were flushed when she finally finished. Whether from embarrassment or arousal he had no clue and it didn’t much matter. She’s said the words he needed to hear. Waiting no longer than it took to gather the hemp rope he preferred to use, Nash removed the single leather cuff from Mira then bound her wrists together in front of her. Once finished, he moved closer to the chair, viewing it with a critical eye. The narrow base of the back as well as a strategically placed hook or two caught his attention and a plan began to form.

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The large, goofy-looking jack-o’-lantern taped to the top sort of threw the whole thing off but being as it was Halloween and a costume party, there wasn’t much Nash could do about it. “Go through my bag and find the brown paper sack.” He’d bought two attachments for the chair in anticipation of her arrival. One was a long, slender anal probe and the other an average-sized dildo. When she did as instructed, bringing the bag to him, Nash thanked her then tucked it under his arm. Facing Mira, Nash asked, “You’re sure this is what you want?” “Yes. It is.” The conviction in her words was strong. “From beginning to end it’ll be my way, Mira. You understand that, don’t you?” She once again answered in the affirmative. “Good. Let me hear you say your safe word so I’m sure you remember it.” “You think I’ll need it?” Nash held back a growl. The little imp had a habit of answering questions with questions. It was a habit the palm of his hand anticipated being fun to break her of. She must have recognized her mistake. “Oops, sorry. My safe word is mouse.” With the back of his hand, Nash stroked her cheek. “Good girl, but next time there’s a good chance you’ll feel my hand on your ass. Just a bit of advanced notice for you.” Nash motioned Mira closer to the chair. He’d mulled over whether or not to completely undress her and quickly decided against it. There was just something about fucking her with that sexy little costume on that made his cock rock-hard. If things went well, there would be plenty of time later to explore every inch of her nude body. Right now Nash wanted to give Mira what she’d asked for, to be bound and fucked in a way that assured she’d never be able to forget him or their night together. It took Nash a couple of minutes to add a piece to the chair so the seat was completely solid. Once the task was completed, he unbuttoned his shirt until it hung

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loose. He then toed off his shoes before deftly unfastening and removing his pants and boxer briefs. The way her gaze traveled down his body sent a jolt of need shooting straight through him. It was so hard not to just bend her over the chair and pound into her. “After I sit down, I want you to straddle me, facing me, with your legs on each side of the back of the chair.” Nash fished a condom from the pocket of his pants before seating himself. When he was comfortable, he tore into the brown bag Mira had brought to him earlier. He extracted the brand-new anal probe and a small bottle of lube then dropped the bag to the floor. After attaching the probe in the holder made specifically for the use of a toy, he helped Mira to get safely into position. She was reliant on his help due to her hands being securely bound at the wrists. The red hemp rope he’d brought looked lovely against her skin. Nash planned to see her artistically bound from neck to foot in the stuff just as soon as humanly possible and he’d be the one doing the binding. “Place your hands over the hook, baby.” He kept a hand on her hip as she reached up to do so. Her position placed the sensuous swell of her abdomen at face level. In such close proximity, it was impossible not to smell the scent of her arousal. Blowing his heated breath against her skin caused Mira to gasp. Nash couldn’t help but chuckle. “All done, little mouse?” “Yes.” Nash reached around Mira to roll the condom down his length. Once protected, he flicked open the bottle of lube then proceeded to put a generous amount of it on the toy and his fingers.

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His next move was to prepare Mira to take not only the anal toy but his cock. Nash could tell she knew exactly what he had in mind. It was obvious she knew her position facing him placed her in the perfect position to take his cock in her pussy and the slender toy in her ass. By the time he’d thoroughly lubed both her pussy and the tight opening of her ass, she was teetering on the edge, mewling her need. “Look at me, Mira.” Her green eyes fluttered open and locked on his. They were glazed with lust, seeing without seeing. “You ready to feel me deep inside you, baby?” Mira nodded and struggled against the ropes holding her captive in an effort to get closer. It was all Nash needed. With one hand on her hip and another positioning his cock, he lowered her until their bodies touched.

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Chapter Four Mira felt Nash’s cock nudge against her opening and couldn’t help but moan at the contact. He was hot and hard and not nearly fast enough for her taste. She wanted to just drop onto him, taking his whole length in her body in one fell swoop, but the way his hands held on to her hips made it impossible. “Slow down, baby.” Nash cooed the words, his voice a low, rumbling purr. Wet and on edge, Mira felt as if she were teetering on the precipice of something astoundingly big. Huge. Ginormous. And he just didn’t understand. Frustration got the better of her and in a tone that sounded like a combination between a whine and a growl, Mira answered, “I don’t want to slow down, Nash. I want you to fuck me. Now.” And once again, he just stopped. His hands squeezed her hips, and although not overly painful, Mira was sure there would be bruises come morning. “My way or no way, little mouse. Your choice.” God, he was a bastard. No, not just a bastard, a rat bastard. So why did his attitude and the control he so easily exerted over her make Mira even crazier with lust? She knew he meant exactly what he said too. Something in his eyes warned he would just as soon lift her off his cock and stop everything then and there rather than allow her to take the lead. He and he alone would dictate what would happen and when. “Okay.” Hell, there was a good chance she would have agreed to just about anything to get Nash to bury himself deep within her. “Okay isn’t good enough, Mira. Let me hear the words so I know you understand.”

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His tone combined with the piercing steel gray of his gaze was mesmerizing. Nash had the ability to make Mira want to submit parts of herself she’d never known existed. There was just something about him that urged her to not only do as he asked but to take everything he offered then give herself completely in return. It was hard to make herself understand why the thought of pleasing him made her very happy. Mira shook her head slightly as if doing so would clear her mind. All the things whirling around in her head were too much to think about when the feel of Nash’s broad cock head wedged just inside her channel had her nearly mindless with lust. “Yes, Sir. Your terms. Your way. Always.” She wasn’t at all sure where the words came from. Mira would think about their implications on where her life was going and how they would play out in the dynamics of their relationship, if there were to be a relationship, later. Right now though, she just needed to feel his cock thrust hard and deep inside her. “But would you please hurry?” Mira lowered her head between her upstretched arms until her forehead touched Nash’s chest and hoped against hope he would take pity on her. She gave a little wiggle of her hips for good measure. She felt Nash’s laughter before she heard it. “Minx.” The man was sensually sadistic and cruel in ways that had the ability to make Mira gush with arousal. She was ready, so damn ready to be thrust down on his length, to feel the slender anal probe filling her from behind. But he made her wait until her body was so tense she thought she’d snap. “Please, Sir. Please fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease.” Mira was well aware her words made very little sense but she couldn’t seem to string a coherent thought together much less put them into more than a whimpered plea for fulfillment. “Mmm, you’re so pretty when you beg, little mouse.”

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Any other day, any other time, Mira would have taken the words as an insult but coming from Nash as they did, his words felt like the best compliment she’d ever received. His large hand stroked her hair, lingering on her ponytail where he pulled gently but insistently. The action brought her head back and away from his body. Mira knew exactly what he wanted without him speaking the words. Nash wanted to look into her eyes, see her reaction as he lowered her onto his shaft. “Look at me.” Mira had been expecting the command. She’d even thought she was prepared for it. For some reason though, meeting the intensity of his gaze was still extremely hard to do. Mira took a deep breath and complimented herself on only jumping mildly when he gave her hair a firm tug. “Yes, Sir.” Then she did as she’d been told, lifting her face to his. If she were going to give Nash all of her, even if just for the night, and truly experience what it was he had to offer her as a dominant, withholding herself in any way was a very bad idea. Once again with a hand on her hip, Nash began lowering her onto his cock. The width of his shaft as he filled her stretched to the point of burning. It was a feeling Mira loved. The slight sting, the awareness that she was alive and doing something so pleasurable and emotional. Sex was not something she was either pro or novice at, but something she had never before experienced in quite the way she was right now. When she’d taken enough of him in that she felt the anal probe at her ass, she instinctively tightened against the invasion. Although it had always been a fantasy to be doubly penetrated, it wasn’t something Mira had ever tried. Not even in the privacy of her own house with her plethora of toys.

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“Relax and let us in, baby. You’ll love it. Trust me.” Trusting Nash was easy. But relaxing enough to accept not only his hot and hard length deep within her but also that of the smaller anal probe was not as easy. His strong hands on her hips, persistent yet gentle, guiding her where he wanted her, left Mira little choice. She moaned long and deep in her throat when the toy finally worked its way through the tight ring of muscle protecting her back entrance. Its invasion stroked nerve endings already heightened by nearly unbearable arousal. “Oh god…so good.” “Yes, baby, you are such a good little girl. My good little slut.” The words were dirty and should have angered and humiliated Mira. Instead they had an aphrodisiac effect on her. Once completely seated on his length to the point of being overfull, Nash began moving Mira up and down, entering and exiting her body in a slow, rhythmic motion that had the power to raise her higher and higher until Mira felt as if she were no longer trapped inside her own body. When she began to tremble and tiny ripples of pleasure started deep in her core, Mira knew she was on the verge of climaxing. She just needed a little more. But of what she had no idea. Nash on the other hand knew exactly what she needed. He tugged her corset down until her breast swelled over the top, leaving her nipples free for his mouth. The feel of his teeth pinching their twin peaks as well as the rate at which he increased their pace with one hand still at her hip was exactly what Mira needed. “Come for me, Mira.” The sound of Nash’s voice strained and rough and was what finally sent her spiraling. Mira’s body bucked against his of its own free will. The contractions of her

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orgasm were powerful, milking his cock and the toy in her ass, making it so Mira felt every pulse and vein. Had Nash’s shout not rang throughout the room, she would have still known he’d come. His cock swelled even larger within her and although covered by the thin barrier of the condom he’d used to protect them, Mira could still feel the warmth of his release. With patience and caring that was impossible to miss, Nash lifted her from his lap, causing Mira to gasp as his cock and the anal probe left her body. He stood her on wobbly legs then made quick work of ridding himself of the condom and cleaning up. Within seconds he was back at her side untying her wrists. “Very pretty.” Nash’s fingers caressed the marks left by the rope he’s used to bind her. “I’d like to see marks just like those all over your body, little mouse. How do you feel about that?” Mira couldn’t keep her hands off him now that they were free. Rubbing her fingers across his chest, she peered up into his face. “I’d like that too.” “Yeah?” She loved it when he asked the single-worded question. There was just something sexy as hell about the way he said it. He’d always driven her absolutely insane when doing so at work. Mira couldn’t even count the times he’d muttered that one word more than likely out of habit and had her panties wet. “Yeah.” Nash wrapped her in his arms. “That would require you spending more time with me.” “I’d like that too. I think I’d like being yours.” Actually it sounded like heaven to Mira or a wish come true, perhaps both. Nash’s features changed. His smile disappeared and his gaze bore into her soul instead of sliding languidly over her body the way it had mere minutes ago.

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He had to be sure Mira understood exactly what it was she was getting herself into. “This isn’t a game to me, Mira. It isn’t even a lifestyle, it’s life. This is the way I am. It’s the way I’ve always been and always will be.” “I know.” Nash doubted Mira comprehended exactly what it was he was asking for, but if she stayed his, she would in time. That much he knew for sure. “And you still want to be mine? You want to be owned by me?” He purposefully used a word that would send most women scurrying for the door. Mira looked at him then, an impish smile curving her lips. “I can’t promise there won’t be times I don’t annoy the hell out of you, but yes, Sir, I want to be yours.” She kissed his left cheek. “Owned by you.” She sensually rolled the words off her tongue before kissing his right cheek. “Your terms.” This time she nipped his earlobe, sending every free blood cell in his body straight to his now aching cock. “Your way.” Next it was his mouth. Mira tentatively placed her lips against his then waited for Nash to deepen the kiss, which he did with the greed of a starving man at a feast. “Always.” The single word was whispered against his lips before Mira dropped to her knees. Nash’s still nude cock jutted straight out, begging for attention. He waited a few seconds to see what Mira’s next move would be and was very pleasantly surprised when she looked up at him from beneath the thick veil of full lashes. “May I, Sir?” With a hand once again wrapped around Mira’s ponytail, Nash guided her mouth to his cock. She opened her warm lips wide for him. “Your lips look pretty wrapped around my cock, Mira. Just like I knew they would.”

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Her startled green gaze flew to his and she began to back away from him in order to speak. Nash held her head where it was and enjoyed the way her eyes widened. “We’ll talk about it later.” Nash could only assume she was wondering why he’d envisioned her giving him a blowjob before. He was surprised Mira hadn’t considered how attracted he was to her. Nash held Mira’s head right where he wanted her while pumping his hips. His cock pistoned in and out of her mouth. The sight of her cheeks hollowing as he plunged his length into her mouth was erotic as hell. “Just like that, baby. Suck me just like that.” Her hands slid along his thighs, inching toward his balls, bringing him close to the brink when he was not yet ready. “Hands behind your back, Mira. I only want to feel your mouth on me.” She whimpered and waited a fraction of a second before doing as told. The submission of a woman like Mira was heady as hell and made Nash feel as if he could take on the world. Mira was a woman who knew little to nothing about the way Nash lived his life. Going only on instinct and a desire to please him, she was magnificent. “Good girl.” Here lashes fluttered down, her eyes closing as she hummed her delight at his words against his cock. “I’m glad you like it when I call you my good girl, but I want your eyes open, watching me watch you suck my cock, little mouse.” Nash had stilled, keeping his cock resting between her lips, his hand grasping her ponytail tight as he spoke the words. When she opened her eyes and their lust-glazed depths were once again resting on his face, he began to pump his hips. Between her watching him and the sight of her lips and tongue working his shaft so nicely, Nash was not going to last long. Mira must have sensed his impending orgasm

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because she picked up the pace, sucking him harder, using her tongue and making some of the sexiest noises he’d ever heard as she did so. “Oh yeah. That’s it, baby, just like that.” Nash was so close. “Are you ready to taste me, little mouse?” Mira nodded then hummed deep in her throat, the vibrations against his cock robbing him of any hope he had of staving off the orgasm that grabbed him and wouldn’t let go. “Oh fuck! All of it, Mira. Swallow it all.” Damn, Nash mused silently as he watched Mira back away from his now flaccid cock, a small smile curving her lips as she licked them. The woman sucked cock like a champ. For a minute a red haze of jealousy clouded his vision but was quickly washed away when he remembered Mira had given herself to him and as his, no one else in her past mattered. Nash helped Mira to her feet then kissed her deeply. “Get yourself cleaned up, little mouse. I think it’s time we went back to the party.” While Mira did as instructed, Nash picked up the toys they’d used. He stowed the different bondage implements in his bag and took the anal toy to the bathroom where he washed it before also returning it to his bag. After stowing his toy bag in one of the locking cabinets, he grabbed Mira’s hand then left the room. He wanted to check on the man Aubrey had left with and was going to make it his first priority to do so just as soon as they reached the main room where he could make contact with one of the DMs working the party. Being locked in the room with Mira for the amount of time they’d been gone was almost long enough for Nash to forget tonight’s event was a costume party. The garish Halloween decorations as well as the numerous, sometimes even comical costumes reminded him as soon as they set foot back inside the main room of Club D/s. It was very hard to miss the theme then. 44

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Nash was saved from hunting Aubrey and her mystery man down when he spotted her standing against the wall watching a Shibari suspension scene. There was nothing quite as beautiful as a nude woman bound and then suspended from the same ropes binding her, as far as he was concerned. Aubrey saw them, her green gaze narrowed on Mira for just a second before she lifted her sister’s arm by the hand, thumbing the rope marks just now starting to disappear on Mira’s wrist. “So it’s like that, is it?” Aubrey’s smile was wide and mischievous. Mira blushed bright red. A color Nash loved seeing her in. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling the swell of Mira’s ass into him. “Yes, it is.” Aubrey seemed to be working hard to keep her laugh low so as not to interrupt any of the scenes taking place. “Well, it’s about damn time. I was worried I was going to have to club you over the head in order to keep you still so she could work her magic.” Nash couldn’t help but chuckle at Aubrey’s description of helping her sister. It was something he could actually see the hell-raiser doing. “Not necessary. All she had to do was show up.” Mira turned her head slightly to the side. “And what made you think I would know to do that?” This time Nash smiled widely. “I knew because I left my e-mail open just so your nosey self would read it.” Mira turned in his arms, her laughter muffled in his shirtfront. It was a great feeling to finally have her in his arms and the last thing Nash wanted to do was release her, but he still had something he wanted to do. After excusing himself, he found Vance. Vance Hardin was pretty much an all-around sort of guy when it came to Club D/s. He headed up the Dungeon Masters as well as security. He was a man larger than Nash had ever seen. The type a man definitely wanted to stay on the good side of.

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“Hey, Vance.” “Nash. Everything okay?” Nash liked the way he got right to the point. “As far as I know. I wanted to ask about the guy Aubrey was with earlier. I haven’t seen him around before.” Vance’s gaze shifted from Nash to across the room where Aubrey and Mira still stood talking. His face was an unreadable mask so Nash had no idea whatsoever what he was thinking, but the muscle ticking along his jawline warned it might not bode so well for Aubrey. “He was new and now knows he’s no longer welcome here.” Vance’s tone was bored but the look in his dark eyes was anything but. “Anything I need to know about?” Vance turned back toward Nash. “Not really. He was a player who didn’t respect limits or safe words.” Hearing those simple words immediately brought Nash’s protective instincts to the forefront. “Aubrey?” God he hoped not. Vance answered, his gaze once again aimed toward Aubrey. “No, she pegged him within a few minutes and let one of the DMs know but not before she tried to scare him away. The damned woman needs a keeper,” Vance mumbled, and shook his head. “Going after a man twice her size.” Nash chuckled at the irritation now tainting Vance’s voice. After only one meeting, it appeared Aubrey and Vance may have rubbed each other the wrong way. Not entirely a bad thing from the look in Vance’s eyes. If Aubrey decided to come back to the club, it was bound to be one wild ride from what he knew of the pair. With only one woman on his mind, Nash headed back across the room. When he reached Mira’s side, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. By the time he

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broke the kiss she was panting heavily, the swell of her leather-clad breasts rubbing sensuously against his chest. It was definitely time to go. “We’re going to head out. Do you need a ride home, Aubrey?” Aubrey smiled at the two of them. “No thanks. I’ve got my car.” She turned, an impish smile curving her lips. “Besides, I’m not done antagonizing tall, dark and sexy as hell over there.” “You’d better be careful, Aubrey. He doesn’t look like a man who you can wrap around your little finger,” Mira warned. Aubrey’s smile widened impossibly farther. “That’s exactly what I’m counting on, Mira.” And with a wave of her fingers, Aubrey headed across the room straight for Vance. The smile on her face nearly made Nash want to stay in order to watch the fireworks. But not quite. In a move he couldn’t possibly resist, Nash lifted Mira over his shoulder and headed out the door.

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About the Author Maggie Casper’s life could be called many things but boring isn’t one of them. If asked, Maggie would tell you that blessed would more aptly describe her everyday existence. Marrying young and being loved by a great husband and four gorgeous daughters should be enough to make anybody feel blessed. Add to that a bit of challenge, a lot of fun and an undeniably close circle of friends and family and you’d be walking in her shoes. Speaking of challenges and fun, when not writing, Maggie’s alter ego spends her time fighting fires and treating patients as a Lieutenant and Advanced Emergency Medical Technician with the local fire department. These awesome people are like her second family, no picking and choosing, they’re just stuck with her. A love of reading was passed on by Maggie’s mother at a very early age, and so began her addiction to romance novels. Maggie admits to writing some in high school but when life got in the way, she put her pen and paper up. Seems that things changed over the years because when she finally decided it was time to put her story ideas on paper, the pen was out and the computer was in. Took her a while to catch up but she finally made it. When not writing, Maggie can usually be found reading, doing genealogy research or watching NASCAR. Maggie welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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