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  So, then, why couldn’t she take her panties off?

  Master Dmitri’s mouth curved as he stepped in close to her. On the platform, she met him eye to eye. “You’ve got perfect breasts. Look at those tiny nipples awaiting me.”

  As he brushed a finger over her taut buds, her knees weakened to finally feel his educated hands on her skin. Every single apprehension washed away, and as he tweaked the buds, dampness spread into her panties, making them constrict around her.

  Too tight. Uncomfortable.

  Shifting on her feet, she sighed against the wild sensation he forced upon her. The silky fabric pressed against her swollen clit, and when he rolled her nipples beneath his fingers, a wave of heat blasted from her heavy breasts to soar downward.

  With all that intense passion and focus directed solely on her, he cupped her sensitive breasts fully in his grip. “See how well you fit in my hands, Presley?”

  Move those hands lower . . .

  Master Dmitri chuckled, dropping his hands, and his hard stare never wavered. She didn’t need his further order. The panties needed to go for them to proceed.

  Maybe with the sizzle in her clit, the idea wasn’t so horrible. If his touch felt that incredible on her breasts, between her thighs it had to . . .

  The panties were coming off.

  Now more empowered under the comfort of his warm expression and the promise of his touch, she tucked her fingers into her panties and slid the fabric over each foot.

  Once she’d tossed her panties onto the pile of clothes, Dmitri, with his sexy grin, gave the junction between her thighs a long look. Leaning toward her, he tucked his thumb under her chin and brought his lips that close to hers. “Yet again, submissives are rewarded for bravery.”

  He sealed his mouth over hers and stole her coherent thoughts. No man had ever kissed her like this. Sometimes he nibbled at her mouth, and other times he licked the curve of her bottom lip. Every move he made appeared with purpose to unravel her.

  He succeeded.

  She unraveled.

  When she all but melted beneath his mouth, he backed away, dragging his thumb over her bottom lip. His eyes glinted in approval. “You’ve got a sweet mouth on you, sub. Give all of yourself through your kisses, don’t you?”

  Did she?

  No one ever told her that before, but she’d never had a kiss to warrant thinking she was good. Steven had hurried through his kisses and never guided her. Master Dmitri savored, took his time with the kiss, and she appreciated his attention to detail.

  Breaking through the low music, a sudden clearing of a throat came from the doorway, and Master Dmitri turned. His fingers left her chin, and coldness rocked her to the bones. The comforting stare she’d depended on fled, and ice slid through her veins, stealing any of the heat he’d built. She became all too aware that she stood naked, exposed, and abandoned in a BDSM dungeon. Before she could stop herself, she whimpered.

  Not a second later, Master Dmitri had her chin in his hand, commanding her gaze. “I’m sorry, doll.” Obvious concern furrowed his brow. “I wasn’t aware my leaving you would make you feel such a loss. That won’t happen again.”

  Trapped in his stare and with his touch, she noticed her chest relaxing, her panic lessening, and the sensation of being under intense scrutiny eased. When his entire focus centered on her, the world once again stopped around her. Nothing else existed or could possibly fight against the pull to him.

  Master Dmitri tilted his head, regarding her. “Master Kyler has joined us. As I told you, the Club Sin Masters check on the scenes to ensure that everything is safe.” Brushing his finger across her cheek, his eyes warmed. “Does it give you some comfort to know he’s here to make sure you’re in a good place mentally?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  In fact, a discouraging heat flushed through her at Master Kyler seeing her nude. What in the hell was that? Shouldn’t she be embarrassed, not turned on? Yet there it was: a hot flash starting at her toes, rushing all the way up her body, and settling directly between her thighs.

  Master Dmitri gave his sexy half-grin. “There you go. That’s a better look on you.”

  Chapter Nine

  Dmitri stared into Presley’s gorgeous eyes. This woman’s innocence was a stunning pleasure to him. He was well aware that Presley gave him more purpose than he’d experienced in a long time. She needed his complete attention, and her edginess kept him cautious, awakening his Dom instincts in a way that made that side of his nature appear as if it had been dormant.

  Watching over Presley was different than with the other subs he’d mastered, almost putting him on high alert, and he enjoyed the little game she set out. One minute she was tentative; the next, she dripped with arousal. While her nerves amused him, he also understood. The dungeon and the lifestyle were new to her, but he preferred her saturated with lust from his touch rather than timid.

  Remaining in front of her while she stood on the stage, he skimmed his finger up her thigh until he pressed against her bare pussy with the single strip of hair leading the way to her clit. Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he noticed how her tense muscles relaxed the second he returned to her, which meant trust was growing between them. That pleased him more than anything else did so far.

  Tickling her cleft with the tip of his finger, he enjoyed the heat flaring in her eyes, and even more how she drew in ragged breaths. Yet again, his touch awakened her and shed her nerves. She was an intriguing little submissive and an interesting riddle he intended to solve.

  Ready to move on, he glanced over his shoulder at Kyler. “Thank you, Master Kyler, for checking in on our scene.”

  Kyler gave a quick nod with a sly smile, then he winked at Presley. “Be good for Master Dmitri, sweetie.”

  When Kyler vanished into the main room, Dmitri turned to Presley. Her gaze had heated some with his playful touch, and moisture coated her lower lips. “What’s the club’s safe word, if you need it?”

  “Dragon.”

  “That’s right. Use that word, and it’s a dead stop to our scene.” He slid one finger between her damp folds.

  Once he settled in nice and deep, he groaned at her tightness, and her breath deepened. He swirled his finger within her silky skin, then he pumped his finger in twice. The squeeze of her pussy around his finger delighted him. The dark seductive look she gave urged him on.

  With his free hand, he gathered up both of her wrists and pinned them to her stomach. Her body jerked as if her blood were too hot for her veins—a clear sign that bondage would arouse her. Her cheeks were bright red, eyes wide and accepting of the pleasure, and her musk swept through his nostrils, tightening his groin.

  He loved the wild look of her, but he wasn’t quite ready to send her there. He withdrew his finger and she whimpered. Last night clearly had been as long for her as it had been for him. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one sexually frustrated. Too bad for him, tonight was just for Presley.

  Keeping those wrists tight in his hands, he leaned in toward her and murmured in her ear, “Presley, you’re going to come so hard, you’ll wonder where your muscles have gone.” He backed away to see her eyes flaring with desire. “But I decide when and how you’ll get there.” He released her wrists, noticing the dimming of color in her cheeks. “While I’m tempted to bind your hands at your back, we haven’t gained that type of trust, and I want you to feel safe tonight. Instead, I’m going to bind them in front of you.” He waited for her “yes, sir” before he continued. “Be warned, if you attempt to stop me in any way, I’ll bind them at your back without hesitation. Do not mistake my generosity for weakness, Presley.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  Turning to the tray next to the platform, he removed the sheet and placed it on the floor, then he grabbed the long black hemp rope. He wrapped the rope around her creamy wrist to form a cuff, and at her shiver, he smiled. The little sub liked the feel of rope against her bare flesh.

  After he formed a cuff on the other w
rist, he tied her two wrists together, then he ran the remainder of the rope around her waist. At her hip, he tied another knot to keep her arms locked down. Her breathing kicked up, her eyes were wide again, and all that excitement and arousal empowered the Dom within.

  Giving her a once-over, he approved of her acceptance in the restraints, even more pleased by the ravenous arousal in her features. He dropped his hand to the junction between her legs and palmed her clit. Her eyes fluttered closed, and the sounds from her mouth encouraged him to make them louder.

  He expected Presley to make modest mewls when she came, but the heat in his groin had other ideas. Something about her quiet air—nervous and shy—conflicted with how well she showed her arousal when he touched her. As he swirled the bud beneath his index finger, she opened her eyes, and he liked what he found. “There’s that pretty look on you, all hot and responsive.” A look he was becoming increasingly fond of seeing.

  He slid his finger along her lower lips and slipped it between her very wet folds. Then he pushed in another, and she stretched to accommodate him. Christ, had this woman fucked at all? “Your pussy is incredibly tight, doll.”

  Her breath became raspy, her eyes darkened, and her body gave off wonderful shakes. Threading his fingers through her hair, he applied pressure and tilted her head back. Locked in a hold she couldn’t free herself from, she thrust her hips forward and whimpered.

  Pushing his fingers within her slick heat, he settled them against her G-spot. The poor submissive struggled in high levels of arousal, and he needed to shed the edge. “Hang tight, doll, this will be intense for you.” Without letting her respond, he fisted her hair and thrust his fingers inside her, fast and hard. Her inner muscles went into convulsions after only a few thrusts, and a beautifully surprised expression rushed over her features. Her mouth parted, and pleasing him to no end, a loud scream tore from her throat. Presley held nothing back when she came, her mouth never closed to restrain the sound, and her eyes shone gloriously.

  With a high-pitched scream that he suspected everyone in the dungeon heard, she burst wide open. She attempted to toss her head back, but his tight hold wouldn’t allow her to move. Her eyes pinched shut, her body jerked, and her pussy constricted around his fingers.

  Dmitri slowed the thrusts, and soon she melted around him. Her breath rushed out in a loud whoosh, and as he removed his fingers, she whined. He released his hold on her hair, and the second she was without support, he wrapped an arm around her waist.

  Her head was bowed, her cheek rested on his chest, and she shook with the aftereffects of her release. He lightly ran his hand over the drenched flesh on her back and found her boneless under his touch.

  Beautiful.

  All bound by restrictions, but when given the right to unleash, she soared.

  “Well, well, Presley.” He tucked his finger under her jaw. “You’re quite loud for someone so little.”

  “I—I’ve never come that hard before.” Her voice was breathless and the rise and fall of her chest quick. “Sir.”

  “Compliments to your Dom are always a good thing.” He smiled, tapping her thigh with a light hit, enjoying the squeak she offered in return. “Down on all fours, head on the platform and ass up.”

  Releasing her waist, he held on to her forearm, and Presley swayed a moment before she dropped to her knees. After which she lowered her head down to the platform, awkwardly, but he assisted her into the correct position.

  Leaving her there in a muddle of arousal, he grabbed his cowhide flogger with black tails off the cart. He turned to her and bit back a groan, as blood rushed to his cock so fast. Her sexy nude body, with a single black rope around her hip as she waited patiently for him, made this submissive a piece of perfection.

  “Look at the floor.” He joined her on the platform, flicked her hair off her silky back, then slid the leather tails of the flogger along her bare flesh. “Do not watch me.” As he straightened, she glanced at the dark wood in the line of her gaze.

  Standing over her, Dmitri studied her harsh breaths, grinning at her increasing tension, which was exactly why he’d taken away her right to look. Watching her squirm and build anticipation, while totally exposed, mesmerized him.

  Once all her lovely trembling turned into hard quakes, he moved in next to her and lightly, with hardly a touch, flogged her bottom. All the tension in her body fled in a heartbeat. She arched up into his hit and wiggled her bottom.

  “Eyes to me now.”

  She struggled to look at him as he stood near her right hip, and her cheeks were flushed bright red. He never understood why Doms didn’t allow a submissive to look during a scene. Dmitri always thought the eyes were the windows to the soul.

  Flicking his wrist, and in a figure-eight pattern along her shoulders, he added slightly more force to the hits. She didn’t even flinch; her lips parted, her pupils enlarged, and he had her rapt attention.

  He increased the force and issued a harder flick along her ass, and she sucked in a deep breath, but her eyes glittered with inner light. He upped his speed with the leather tails against her upper back, yet no pain appeared in her features.

  This time, to test her pain tolerance, he sent a harder hit onto her left ass cheek. Her muscles became rigid, and her lips pursed as she registered the pain. He waited a good few seconds while she recovered.

  Once she relaxed, and in a solid rhythm with the same pressure that he used before the hard hit, he decorated Presley’s body a beautiful shade of red. Her loud moans and quick shallow breaths all became signs of her readiness. There, he’d push her. He increased his force to the harder hit. Now that he’d warmed up her skin and she’d learned to register the sensation, she morphed the intensity into pleasure.

  Not until her skin had turned a dark shade of red did he lower the flogger. At his feet rested a woman in a complete state of confusion. Wetness from her arousal spread along her inner thighs, her lungs worked desperately to get in air, and her expression was blank, exactly where he wanted her—out of her mind and into his command.

  He knelt on the stage behind her and rubbed the redness of her ass. Her sharp intake of breath brought heat into his veins, as well to his engorged cock. “Spread wider for me, doll.”

  In a split second, she widened her legs and curved her back, angling her ass for him. He stared down at her rosy bottom, then he spread her soft ass cheeks, which he doubted anyone had ever spread before, and gazed at her puckered hole. He slid his finger over her anus and she wiggled her bottom, indicating curiosity.

  Dmitri examined her glistening sex and caressed her damp folds. His groin tightened as he inhaled the scent of her tantalizing honey. That captivated him enough to lean in and sample a taste of her, and with a long lick, he trailed his tongue down her folds.

  He discovered her clit and he flicked the bud. Her whimper, mixed with a jerk of her body, urged him to press his tongue against her clit and give it a swirl. Then he traveled back toward her anus, gathered up her sweet arousal, and brought his tongue into his mouth to savor her fine taste.

  Remaining on his knees, he raised the flogger, and in a steady pattern, he deepened the color of her skin. Every hit softened her, the tails swiping along her flesh earning sweet accepting groans, almost as if it released a part of her that needed relief. She wasn’t gasping out in pain, and he wasn’t flogging her to warrant it. The speed and pressure with which he came at her were simply an erotic way of rousing her body.

  When he flogged her on the sweet spot right below her ass cheek, she gave him a lovely shiver, then he caressed down her wet folds. “Right there, aren’t you?”

  Another moan.

  “All right, doll, I’ll send you flying.”

  Placing one foot flat on the platform for support while he knelt behind her, he pushed his fingers through her needy flesh. Then he sent the flogger down on her bottom in heavy whacks and thrust his fingers into her without restraint, hard pounds against her hot cunt.

  Her eyes screwed shu
t before they shot wide open, filling with striking emotion, and a scream of rapture ripped from her throat. As if, for the first time in her life, she had completely let herself go.

  “You will ask to come, Presley,” he told her.

  Another strike on her ass had her all but vibrating, and she arched in to the flogger. He glanced at her body as she shook and quivered. Then he looked to her pretty eyes, and as she whispered, “Can I come for you, Master?,” something sweet and pure passed in the air between them.

  A slow heat slid through his veins at the sound of Master from her lips, causing him to pause. Was it her soft voice making that word sound different, the transparency now in her soul, or the way her expression pleaded for him to take her to a place she’d never gone.

  Shaking the questions from his mind, he refocused himself. He ran his hand over her red ass, feeling the heat of her skin against his palm, and at the same level of force she found sensation in, only at a quicker speed, he flogged the beauty.

  On the third strike, he thrust his fingers into her hot folds and found a home inside all her lovely wetness. He thrust his fingers, hard and fast, and he didn’t give her the chance to refuse his demand of orgasm. “Come for me now, Presley.”

  Her back arched, her pussy went into strong convulsions around his fingers, and her scream of release carried him to a place equally high as she journeyed.

  With a final screech of satisfaction, she crashed from her orgasm, an exhausted, perfect submissive. Dmitri stood, holding the flogger in his hand, and time had stopped. All that remained was him, her, and the sound of her Master echoing in his ears.

  Chapter Ten

  The sweet aroma of leather drifted through Presley’s nostrils, and she lifted her head, realizing she now lay on a couch in the main room. The soft black sheet that once covered the tray was, in fact, a warm fuzzy blanket that had been wrapped around her tightly.

  From across the room, the sounds of pain and pleasure filled the dark space, but it seemed that Master Dmitri had taken her to one of the couches off to the side, away from all the action, and not to the center of the busy dungeon.