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  Her hair was a silky tangle thanks to Blue’s fingers, while behind the mask her eyes held a feverish glitter of need. Her lips were bare of lipstick, which now decorated his cock, no doubt. She pressed her thighs together, enjoying the spark of arousal that accompanied the movement. It would take so little to bring her off. She cupped her breasts and gave them a slow squeeze before allowing one hand to stray to her mound. Just a few quick strokes—

  “Miss Scarlet, you’d better not be touching yourself.”

  Blue’s lazy voice right outside the bathroom door caused her to jump. Her hand brushed the soap dish and sent it into the sink with a noisy clatter.

  “N-n-no, I’m not.” She grabbed the dish along with the decorative soaps and replaced it on the sink.

  “Good.” He gave a soft chuckle. “I’d hate to have to punish you so soon.”

  Elle swallowed hard. Somehow she doubted he really felt that way, as she knew she didn’t. A little punishment sounded just fine to her. Turning on the water, she washed her hands then applied a generous amount of lotion, anything to give herself a few moments to regain her balance. Once she felt more in control, she opened the door.

  Blue stood near the bed, his face impassive and his hands hanging at his sides. While she was gone, he’d lit a few candles as well as a small fire in the fireplace. The golden flames gave the room a soft, inviting glow.

  Behind him the armoire doors were open and her throat tightened when she saw the secrets that were revealed. >From rows of hooks hung all sorts of delectable toys. Floggers, whips, chains and various lengths of rope were neatly arranged. A shelf at the top held a selection of silk scarves, feathers and all sorts of other intriguing items, some of which she’d never seen before. She licked her lips and her vagina became awash with arousal as she imagined Blue’s talented hands using some of those new toys on her body.

  “Scarlet, look at me.”

  She blinked, her gaze meeting his. “Yes, Master?”

  “Come to me.”

  On wobbly knees, she approached him until she stood several inches away. Heat radiated from his big body and his masculine scent, warm male mixed with his release, caused her breasts to grow heavy. Her nipples ached.

  “How may I serve you, Master?” she dipped her head slightly.

  “When you were alone in the bathroom, did you touch yourself?”

  Trepidation mixed with excitement in her gut. “A little, but only through my clothing.”

  “Master.”

  “Master,” she parroted.

  “And did you find release?”

  “No, Master.”

  His hand cupped her chin and he forced her head back until their gazes met. “Bien. Do you know what would’ve happened if you’d done so?”

  She swallowed again, her tongue felt thick and uncoordinated. Not trusting herself to speak, she shook her head.

  “I’d have to severely punish you.” His thumb took up a lazy stroke along the edge of her lower lip. “As your master it is up to me to determine when you will climax. It is my decision and mine alone. You are my vessel, my servant and it is my responsibility to see to your needs. Do you understand this?”

  “Yes, Master.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. By now her legs were shaking so hard she could barely stand and her body was awash with excitement.

  “If I wish to touch you, I may do so without asking you.” He released her chin to cup her one breast. A rush of excitement flooded her body. “I have dominion over you, don’t I, Scarlet?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “But this doesn’t mean you are without control.” His thumb traced a tight circle around one nipple sending her nerves into overdrive. “You do have a measure of control and I’m going to give it to you.” He gave the hardened bud a tweak. “If there is anything I do that makes you uncomfortable or causes you discomfort, all you have to do is say the word ‘magenta’ and I will stop. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “What is your safe word?”

  “Magenta, Master.”

  His handsome face was transformed by a slow, wicked smile. “Good girl. Now that we have the details taken care of, shall we get down to having some fun?”

  His head dipped toward her and her heart almost stopped when their lips met. His taste, a mixture of scotch and aroused male, set her heart to fluttering. Her mouth opened with a soft moan and she welcomed him inside. His tongue was soft yet insistent as he kissed her senseless. Unable to help herself, she moaned and leaned into his broad chest. Wrapping her arms around him, she clung to his broad frame for support. One hand tangled in her hair and he angled her head for a deeper, more aggressive kiss.

  His other hand landed on her butt and he gave one cheek a firm squeeze that sent her squirming. Never had she been quite so aware of her body as she was in that moment. Her softness pressed against his hard strength, his muscular arms around her, his hands and mouth commanding her every sensation, her every move.

  Elle was shaking when he broke the kiss. He eased away from her. When she was steady on her feet, he released her.

  “We need to start with this.” Blue retrieved a green silk scarf from the bed. “I find that limiting one’s senses serves to magnify and enhance the experience.”

  Elle licked her swollen lips; excitement had rendered her mute. She turned and felt Blue loosen the ties of her half-mask. She started to object until she felt the slide of cool silk over her eyes.

  “Since you’re wearing this blindfold, we can remove your mask for now. If you feel the need later, you may put it back on.”

  Pacified, Elle relaxed as he secured the blindfold. With her sight gone, almost immediately her other senses kicked into overdrive. The sound of his footsteps across the carpet was audible while the snapping of the sap in the firewood sounded as loud as a gunshot. Her breathing was harsh and her body ached with unfulfilled need. She touched the edge of the blindfold. She longed to scream at the increased tension it had introduced.

  “Remove your blouse, Scarlet.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  With trembling fingers she unbuttoned the garment, all the time very aware of the soft currents of air that caressed her exposed skin. She slid off the shirt then felt Blue take it her hand. Even thought the shirt had been sheer, she felt chilled without its dubious protection.

  “You’re very beautiful.” His husky voice sounded near her right ear.

  She started when his hand touched her shoulder. He stroked one arm then the other, once, twice. He stopped; his big hands captured her wrists and lifted them. She felt the soft caress of velvet around her wrists and her breathing almost stopped.

  He was tying her wrists together.

  “You’re so beautiful that I fear I need to restrain you while I contemplate what exactly I want to do with you.” He bound her hands then gave them a gentle tug to test the knots. “What I want to do to you.”

  Her pussy clenched as a flood of heat washed over it. She thought for a moment she might come right then and there. She gulped for air and struggled to regain control of her senses.

  “Come, Scarlet.”

  Blue took her bound wrists and walked with her until she felt the bed against the back of her knees. He lowered her to sit on the edge then guided her into the middle of the bed. Without a word he raised her hands over her head and secured them to the headboard. She heard a metallic snick and she gave her arms an experimental jiggle. She was well and truly bound.

  “Just beautiful,” he whispered.

  His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. He stroked her arms, over the exposed flesh of the tops of her breasts, along the waistband of her skirt and across her soft belly, down her sides to her hips, her thighs, calves then her ankles.

  “I don’t think I’ll bind your legs this time.” His voice sounded dreamy as if he was speaking more to himself than to her. His accent was more pronounced now.

  Torn between excitement and disappointment, Elle gave a soft moan.


  “You think to object, Scarlet?” His hand slipped up her thigh then stopped, mere inches from the tops of her thigh-high stockings.

  “N-n-no,” she panted.

  “Master.”

  “No, Master.”

  He chuckled. “I thought not.” His hand resumed its leisurely journey along her thigh. “I’d hate to have to punish you already.”

  Elle bit her lip as he urged her to lift her hips. He pushed up her skirt around her waist leaving her lower body exposed to his touch, his gaze.

  “You have a beautiful cunt.” His hand covered her. “I can see why you’d wax it the way you do.” He petted the soft strip of dark hair on her mound and she bit back a sob. “It seems a shame to cover it up with clothing.”

  She choked back a laugh. “Well, it isn’t very convenient to wander in public with no pants on.”

  “Mmm.” He tangled his fingers in the curls and then gave a gentle tug, wrenching a moan from her. “If you were mine I’d keep you naked and available to me at all times of the day or night.”

  She felt the brush of his mouth just above her damp pussy.

  “You’d awaken in the morning and take your bath then prepare yourself for me.” Broad fingers parted her damp flesh and she held her breath, longing for that first touch of her clit. “You’d be at my beck and call, awaiting our mutual pleasure.”

  She couldn’t contain the moan when his finger stroked just inside her dampness. “You’re very wet for me. How aroused are you, Scarlet?”

  She was panting now. “Very, very aroused.”

  “I see.” He pulled away and she had to bite her tongue to curb her strenuous objections. “I want you to restrain yourself. You may not find your release until I tell you to do so. Do you hear me, Scarlet?”

  She gulped, her heart thundered in her ears. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.”

  He parted her thighs and she felt him settle between them. He lifted her legs over his shoulders before his fingers plundered her aroused flesh. Spreading her open, she almost went over the edge at the first stroke of his tongue. She bit her lip hard and with each swipe of his tongue the tension increased until she was panting and straining against his mouth. She pulled at her bonds, her body bowing toward him. Her head dug into the pillow as his wicked tongue possessed her. His fingers breached her damp channel, filling and stretching her until she cried out. Her hips jerked to meet each thrust as he slowly finger-fucked her.

  “Scarlet—”

  Elle paid no heed to the note of warning in his voice as with one final stroke she spun out of control. With a scream, her body snatched the release it so desperately craved. Spasm after spasm of orgasm took control of her senses and sent waves of need crashing over her nervous system. Light sparked against the confines of her blindfold as she went into overdrive, her mind short-circuited with pleasure.

  A few moments later reality returned and she realized she lay on the bed, alone.

  Alone?

  She raised her head and wanted to curse her blindfold. Since she was still bound, it wasn’t as if she could just remove it.

  “Blue?” Her voice was faint, shaky.

  “Master,” he prompted.

  “Master?”

  “Yes, Scarlet?”

  “Where are you?”

  “Standing by the bed.” She felt the bed move when he sat down. His hip brushed hers. “I’m very disappointed in you, Scarlet.”

  Disappointed? How could anyone be disappointed in a world-class orgasm like she’d just had?

  She cleared her throat. “Why did I disappoint you, Master?”

  “You came, didn’t you?”

  Her breathing hitched. “Yes, Master.”

  “And I didn’t give you permission to take your release, did I?”

  “No—”

  “So you’ve disobeyed me.”

  “But I couldn’t help myself—”

  “Restraint, Scarlet. You must practice restraint. When I’d pushed you to the point of release you should’ve used your safe word to ask me to stop. If you had done so then we wouldn’t find ourselves in the predicament that we’re in now.”

  Her heart almost stopped. “W-w-which is?”

  “You’ve disobeyed your master, Scarlet, and now I’ll have to punish you.”

  Chapter Five

  She was exquisite.

  Blue’s gaze drank in the arousing sight of his bound submissive waiting for his return. Her skin was flushed from her explosive release just minutes ago and a fine sheen of sweat gilded her toned limbs. Her dark hair was tangled across his pillows and her bewitching eyes were still shrouded by her blindfold. Still wearing her bra, stockings and heels, her skirt was scrunched up around her waist. He wanted to unwrap her like a Christmas present.

  Anticipation was a strong ingredient of the game. Letting a sub stew over a potential flogging only served to heighten their senses and ultimately their response to their punishment. After he’d announced his intention to discipline her, he’d left the room for a few minutes to give her time to contemplate his next move. Judging from the sheen of sweat on her upper lip, his absence had the desired effect.

  Without acknowledging her, Blue headed for the armoire stuffed with toys. Just what should he use on his disobedient woman? His gaze flicked over the selection of floggers, paddles and short whips. A flogger just might do the trick. He selected a soft rope flogger with a dark purple handle and purple and white cotton strands. He smacked the rope strands against his palm with just enough speed to elicit a slight sting. With the right amount of pressure, this little toy was guaranteed to send his Scarlet over the edge, again and again.

  He selected a set of ankle cuffs and leather restraint straps. This time his lovely submissive would be fully bound. Anticipation hummed in his veins. With his goodies in hand, he turned toward the bed.

  She lay in the same position but her head was turned toward him, alerting him to the fact she was aware of his presence. He placed his toys on the bedside stand then sat beside her.

  “Have you missed me, Scarlet?”

  She licked her lips and he enjoyed the sight of her soft, pink tongue. He wanted to feel it on his skin and soon. She had a very talented mouth and later he’d put those talents to work on him again.

  “Yes, Master.” Her voice was high, faint.

  “Good.” He touched her thigh, trailing his hand up to the top of her stockings then back again. She had magnificent legs though they’d look even better wrapped around his waist. “You know what will happen now, don’t you?”

  Her breathing grew labored and her nod was jerky.

  “And you remember your safe word?”

  She nodded again.

  “Say it.”

  “Magenta.”

  “Good girl. Now turn over.”

  He helped her roll onto her belly and in the process he removed her skirt. She made a mouthwatering sight with her bare ass revealed. He couldn’t wait to see it turn pink from the flogger and his own hand.

  “You realize I’ll have to bind your feet, don’t you, Scarlet?” He ran his hands along her legs to her ankles. “It is for your own good.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Such an obedient servant. You’ve learned quickly.” He made fast work of restraining her legs by sliding the velvet cuffs around each ankle then attaching their leather straps to the O-rings on the footboard. With Scarlet spread-eagled, face down on the bed, he could see the moisture between her sweet thighs. His blood stirred and his cock hardened.

  He laid his hand on her lower back. Muscles flexed beneath his palm.

  “Are you ready to pay the price of disobedience, my slave?”

  Her face was buried in the pillows and she nodded.

  Nodding was not good enough. He’d already reprimanded her once about not answering him verbally. This time he would have to step up her punishment.

  With his palm flat, he smacked her on one butt cheek, enjoying both her startled squeal and the firm
resiliency of her flesh. She would be a pleasure to take from behind. That butt of hers was the perfect size to cradle his cock.

  “You will speak when spoken to,” he said.

  “Yes, Master,” she gasped.

  Blue picked up the flogger and trailed the ends over one curve of her butt cheek. “Much better.” He didn’t miss how she tensed in anticipation of the first blow. This wouldn’t do at all.

  He reached between her thighs and cupped her pussy before sliding one long finger deep inside. Her hips bucked, though whether to dislodge him or take him deeper he wasn’t sure. He added a second finger, eliciting a moan from Scarlet.

  “You like that don’t you, my slave?”

  “Y-y-yes, Master.”

  He withdrew his fingers then thrust them inside, harder and deeper this time. She squirmed and pushed her hips back into his hand in a silent plea for more.

  “You will learn to submit to me, Scarlet.” He began to slowly finger-fuck her. “You will learn who is the master in our relationship and you will think twice before disobeying me in the future.”

  “Yessss.” The single word came out as a long, drawn-out moan.

  He removed his hand from her sweet pussy.

  Her head popped out of the pillows. “I want—”

  He brought the flogger down with a flick of his wrist. The long, thin tendrils snaked across her buttocks. Her back arched and she gave a startled yelp.

  “I think you forget yourself, Scarlet. You are not in charge here.” He brought the flogger down again, careful not to strike the same place he’d just hit. “Who is in charge here?”

  “You are, Master.” She was panting.

  He struck the plump curve of her buttock with the flat of his hand.

  “And who am I?” he challenged.

  “Blue! You’re the Master, Blue.”

  He brought the flogger down one more time then dropped it on the bed. Her buttocks were just beginning to turn a pleasing shade of pink.

  “That’s correct, Scarlet. I am your master and I will determine what you need.” He picked up a bottle of almond oil from the bedside table. “Your pleasure and pain are solely in my hands.” He poured a generous amount of oil onto her back. “Never forget that.”