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  “Yeah.”

  “I think we need to change that. You still want to go to my place?”

  Keira didn’t hesitate. Her answer was yes. The night before had been nothing like any first date she’d ever experienced, but she wouldn’t change a thing about it. She liked Daniel. She trusted him. It might be fun to see what it was like if the tables were turned.

  “Let’s get out of here, then. I’d rather not fuck you in my car.”

  “What if it pleases me though?”

  “Well, if you insist.” Keira practically screeched with laughter as Daniel started undoing his fly and climbing over the center console in almost the same motion.

  “Oh my gosh! Can’t you wait?”

  Daniel settled back in his seat and looked over at her. “I’m just following orders.”

  “That wasn’t an order. It was a… a question.”

  “Sorry.”

  Keira glared back at him “No you aren’t.”

  “Forgive me?”

  “Only if we stop and get ice cream before we go back to your place.”

  “Deal. Let’s go.” Keira watched as Daniel hit the PUSH START button with the side of his smooth hook. Butterflies started a full dance party in her stomach as they pulled out into traffic. What had she just agreed to?

  CHAPTER FIVE

  They pulled up to a brand-new, modern style house in Atwater Village. Keira asked Daniel about the neighborhood and he told her when he’d decided to buy instead of renting, as she followed him through the side door into the kitchen. Daniel put the two pints of ice cream—vanilla for comfort and cinnamon bun just in case they were feeling adventurous—in the freezer. Then he turned toward her.

  “Okay.” Keira bounced on the balls of her feet. As if it wasn’t obvious enough that she was nervous. “What do I do first?”

  “I want you to take off your clothes. Everything.”

  “Are you going to watch?”

  “Mhmm.”

  “Okay. Here goes. I’m getting naked. Can I talk while I get naked?”

  “Mhmm.”

  “Good, ’cause I’m not very good at not talking,” she said, as she pulled off her jacket.

  “I know.”

  “Jerk.” Her boots and socks were next.

  “Keep going.”

  “I’m going.” Her thin sweater and her shirt hit the floor. Then her jeans. “They added the latest season of Galaxis online. I’m going to do a re-watch sometime next week. You in?”

  “Yes. If you take off your underwear, yes.”

  “Here. Underwear’s off.” Her bra and panties joined the pile.

  “Thank you. I’ll be right back.”

  Daniel left Keira standing naked in the middle of his kitchen. She glanced around, but there wasn’t all that much to see. The place was so new, it looked barely lived in. Or maybe Daniel didn’t spend a whole lot of time in the kitchen. There was nothing on the walls, not even a reminder hanging on the fridge. The only thing that stuck out was a half-finished puzzle that seemed to dominate the kitchen table, what looked like a millions pieces that would eventually come together to make a depiction of a stained glass window featuring the Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus.

  Daniel came back just as Keira was about to pick up one of the loose pieces. She spun around, caught in the act. “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay. I’ve done that one a few times.”

  “So you weren’t joking about the puzzles?” Keira said with a smile. This was the side of Daniel she wanted to get to know. She knew the man who liked to play with fire, literally, but it almost made her giggle to think of him settling in with a warm cup of tea to unwind with a one of his favorite puzzles.

  “Not exactly. I had to learn how to use my left hand after my accident. The puzzles helped with my dexterity. I’ll show you my drafting table later. I’ve become quite the left handed calligrapher.”

  “Ooh, I want to see that now.”

  “No. I want to play with you now.”

  Keira made a dramatic show of frowning at him, but that only lasted the few seconds it took for her to remember that she was butt naked and Daniel was going to show her what it was like to submit for him, on his terms.

  He had a roll of red shiny tape hanging off his prosthetic hook. “Do you know what this is?”

  “Festive duct tape?”

  “It’s called bondage tape.”

  “I’m probably ruining the mood, not being serious.”

  “No. You like to be silly and I like that about you.”

  “Oh.”

  “I’m going to bind you, wrists and feet. I’m going to cover your mouth and then I’m going to take you into my bedroom and we’re going to have some fun.”

  “Promise you won’t kill me.”

  “Keira.”

  “Promise.”

  Daniel leaned down and looked her right in the eyes. “I’m not going to kill you, I promise.”

  “I’m just saying, this is how horror movies start. I appreciate a bit of reassurance.”

  “I’m pretty sure Grant and Armando would be a little upset with me if didn’t send you back to the gym happy and whole.”

  “That’s true.”

  “Anyway. Can you snap?”

  “My fingers? Yeah.” Keira demonstrated, making a show of doing a little jig while she snapped both her fingers.

  “Good. Instead of a safe word you’re gonna snap. Place your hands behind your back, wrists crossed,” He said the last bit as he circled her body. “And I want your feet together. Good, just like that.” He made quick work securing her hands, then came back around to her front and got on his knees to secure her feet.

  Keira tried to keep quiet and just observe as Daniel bound her ankles with the tape, but she was too nervous to stand there in silence. “I’m nervous,” she blurted out.

  Daniel glanced up at her, giving her the brief instance of reassurance she needed. “Why are you nervous?”

  “Why shouldn’t I be?”

  “Because you’re with me and I think you know I would never do anything to hurt you. I think you can infer that I’m not the type to hurt anyone.”

  “It’s not that. I just, I’m not good at this.”

  “At what, Keira?”

  Keira let out a deep sigh as Daniel finished with her feet. The way she felt didn’t make any sense. She wanted to sleep with Daniel, even though she wasn’t exactly sure sex itself was on the menu, but she wanted to be with him again. She was already naked and she did trust him. In the short time they’d spent together, Daniel had already proved to be one of the sweetest men she had ever met. She felt totally safe with him. And he might have been a little impulsive, trying to drop his pants at the slightest suggestion, but he always backed off, even if she wasn’t completely sure she wanted him to stop. Plus she could always snap or pizza her way out of the situation. It wasn’t Daniel, it was something else she couldn’t put into words, but it made her nervous as hell.

  He stood and gently stroked her cheek. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

  “I’m scared.”

  “You’re not used to being this vulnerable?”

  “No, I’m not.” The problem was Keira didn’t hate it. She liked being naked for Daniel and she wanted to see what he had planned for the rest of the night. But that didn’t change the fact that her heart felt like it was going to beat right through her chest. And she didn’t like the idea of not being able to touch him. And, on the other hand, she didn’t want him to untie her. Why was submitting so freaking confusing?

  Daniel leaned down and kissed her. That cleared up some of the confusion. “Do you want to stop? We don’t have to do this.”

  “No. I want this. I’m sorry. I’m just…”

  “Let’s try it for two minutes and after two minutes I’ll check in with you and we’ll see how you feel. No pressure to snap or anything.”

  “And you’re still going to gag me? Cause you don’t want me to talk the whole time?”

  “
I’m going to gag you because I want you to see what it feels like to experience something without being able to comment until it’s finished. So what do you say? You want to try?”

  Keira nodded, then added, “Yes.” She wasn’t sure what else she could say. She wanted to be with Daniel and she wanted to try something new. Fear came with the unknown sometimes and she was just going to have to deal.

  Daniel wound a strip around Keira’s face once, covering her mouth, then dipped down and threw her over his shoulder. For some weird reason as he carried her down the hall to his room, Keira started to pretend that she was being kidnapped. And for some even weirder reason it was the idea of being kidnapped—not being naked, not Daniel’s kiss, but the thought of being taken by force, to be used by some strange man—that made her wet. She closed her eyes and pretended to accept her fate, stifling a small giggle as they made their way down the hall.

  ✶

  Daniel had taken the whole ride from the arcade to get his mind right, but Keira had tripped him up with all her chatter. Most of the submissives he’d played with had been trained by Master Philip and Mistress Evelyn. A few had been whipped into shape by Armando. They were all different. All had their quirks, but none of them talked as much as Keira. He didn’t mind all her talking, not at all. The problem was that listening to Keira talk took him out of his headspace, because when he should have been handling business he just wanted her to keep on jabbering. Her ridiculousness had made him laugh, it kept him guessing. He loved her energy. He could easily sit around talking to her all night, but he really, really wanted to have sex with her. At the very least he had to make her come.

  When they reached his bedroom he made a decision. He initially considered taking things easy on Keira. She was already bound, wrists and ankles. Her mouth was covered so she couldn’t say a word. In some ways that might be enough for her first night playing the role of submissive, but he had to give her more. He wasn’t going to go nuts and take things all the way to the edge, but he needed to push her a little more, see if he could reach a place where he could at least see the edge far off in the distance. He gently laid Keira on the bed on her side. She was breathing normally, if not a little heavier than usual. He took a moment to remove his arm. It helped with the tape, and he’d had submissives ask for some of his other attachments, but he wanted full skin-to-skin contact.

  Once he had everything he needed in place, he sat on the bed beside his captive, right in the curve her stomach created as her body bowed forward. He picked up the shears he had on the nightstand. Keira’s eyes bulged wide. “Emergency precaution if we need to get the tape off quickly.” Her shoulders sagged and she nodded. Daniel shook his head as he put the scissors back.

  It was time to get down to business. Daniel knelt beside the bed but, just as he was about to pull Keira close, she started thrashing and making a noise that sound like his name. For a moment he thought she’d forgotten about her snap signal, but there was something a little too mischievous about the glint in her eye. And then it looked like she was trying to smile.

  “Jesus Fucking Christ.” It took a second, but he got Keira upright on her knees, then unwound the tape around her mouth. “What?”

  “I don’t care what you say. My father doesn’t negotiate with terrorists,” Keira said dramatically, before she bit the inside of her lips and made this little snorting noise.

  “Nope. No way.”

  “Why?”

  “My house, my rules. We can do your whole kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome fantasy at your place. Right now we’re going to do things my way.”

  “I want to argue about this some more, but when you’re firm like that it makes me really horny.”

  “Good. Tape’s going back on.” Daniel ignored her pouting, pushing her over on the bed as soon as the tape was back in place. He had planned to start with her tits, suck on them a while, just to help her get her mind focused on what was actually happening, but that wasn’t going to work. She was distracting herself and him. Daniel was done wasting time. He dropped down on the bed and was not gentle about pulling Keira over his lap.

  “I’m going to spank you now. Snap once if you want me to stop.”

  Keira’s back rose and fell as she let out a deep breath, but her fingers remained still.

  “Excellent. If you squirm I’m only going to make this worse.”

  Famous last words.

  The spanking started off well enough. Not to say that anything went particularly wrong. It was just that, once again, Keira reacted in a way Daniel had not expected. He got in one, maybe two licks and then she started to squirm in his lap. She wasn’t in pain, he could tell, and she wasn’t even close to signalling out of the scene. It was the warning he’d given her. He’d taken away her fantasy so she was going to get a certain level of manhandling out of him by testing to see if his warnings were actually idle threats. He hadn’t expected her to go there, but he was ready. He gave her ten hard licks, pausing briefly a few times to rub and grope at her luscious ass cheeks and thighs. She continued to squirm and moan, and squirmed and moaned some more when he stopped and slid his hand between her legs.

  She was wet, coating his hand with her slickness as he pushed two fingers nice and deep.

  “You want me to stop?”

  She shook her head wildly.

  “Good cause you’re gonna have to beg me to stop.”

  Another moan, more desperate and pleading.

  The spanking had worked for her, Daniel thought. He knew she could take more.

  Daniel pulled his fingers out of Keira’s soaked cunt, then dropped her back onto the bed. More groans and moans, but she rolled into the exact position he needed her in, on her side. He kneeled beside the bed and got her ponytail in the tight hold of his fist.

  “How are we doing?” he said in a harsh voice. His promised check-in was a few minutes late. She glanced at him, but didn’t make a noise. Air puffed out of her nose. “Do you want me to stop?”

  She shook her head as much as he would allow. “Very good. I hope you’re comfortable. You’re gonna be like that for a while.”

  Keira made a little squeaking noise, but Daniel ignored her and went right for her nipple. He’d touched her breasts the night before, but he wanted a chance to really admire her body. Her breasts were perfect. A perfect handful with dark tips that been hard since the moment he told her to strip. He stroked over one tip with his tongue before pulling it between his lips. She squirmed again, but he still had a good grip on her hair.

  He looked up at her face. Little wisps of dark brown were starting to curl around her forehead. “Are you trying to get away?” Dammit, Daniel thought. He’d played into her little game. Oh well. He was enjoying himself too much to stop. He lightly tugged her hair again. “Are you?”

  Another shake of her head.

  “I know what you need.” Daniel stood unzipped his fly. “Maybe you’ll hold still after I give you what you really want.”

  He pulled out his cock and gripped it as he stepped closer to the bed. “Get on your back, now.”

  Keira groaned, but she maneuvered her way into the perfect position for Daniel to straddle her stomach. The act of lying on her bound arms thrust her chest up. Still, it gave her a perfect view of his dick. He pulled up his shirt and tucked it under his chin, then started beating off.

  Keira writhed, trying to arch closer to him.

  “Open your eyes,” Daniel barked. That got her attention. From then on she kept her eyes open, though she continued to struggle against the tape. He should have recorded this. He hadn’t told Keira about his cinematic hobbies yet, but he wanted more than the memory of this night to recall. He wanted to watch it again and again in stark color. He wanted to see it from a different angle. See himself on top of this beautiful woman, see the way her well defined muscles corded under her beautiful brown skin as she ached for the come he was about to give her. They’d do this again, Daniel thought. He made up his mind about it, but the next time he’d bind h
er ankles to her thighs, strap her upper arms back, not just her wrists. He’d skip the gag though, the next time he was definitely coming in her mouth.

  That made him go off; the sound of her moans, the look in her eyes, and the thought of him leaving a white trail along her pink tongue.

  He managed to stay upright as he shot his load all over her stomach and her tits. Keira lost it, started thrashing about. She wanted to participate. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to spread his jizz around, but that wasn’t part of Daniel’s game. He squeezed the last bit of come out of his cock, the head red and swollen in his fist. Then he hopped off the bed and rolled Keira back onto her side so she was nearly teetering on edge of the mattress.

  She was so far gone, forgetting his instructions the moment he shoved his fingers back between her legs. Two fingers deep in her wet cunt and his thumb pressing against her clit. “Look at me, baby. You’re gonna come for me.”

  Keira shook her head. There were tears lining her eyes, but there was also desperation. She needed to see this scene to its completion.

  Daniel leaned down and made a show of licking a bit of come off her nipple. He made sure she saw the white drops before he pulled them into his mouth and licked his lips.

  “I’m gonna clean you up and you’re gonna come for me.”

  Another wild moan as she squeezed her eyes shut, but he knew she couldn’t stand to miss the show. He made his way down her chest and up again, licking and sucking up every trace of the mess he’d made. Daniel was no stranger to his own flavor, but he knew this was a first for Keira. When he glanced up she was watching him intently. He shook his fingers inside her and pressed harder on her clit. Her body was clenching around him, wanting so badly to just reach that peak, but Keira was fighting it and she would until she physically couldn’t stand any more. That was fine with Daniel. He could wait. He had all the time and forearm strength in the world.

  But it didn’t take all that. Something in Keira snapped and she stopped fighting. Her whole body went tight, her legs straightening out on the bed, trapping his hand between her thighs as her head and her neck arched back. The sound she made came from her chest, maybe even deep in her stomach. She held it for a few long seconds before she sagged limply on the bed. But Daniel wasn’t done. His slid in another finger, then the fourth. Her body opened up for him. He saw the muscles on her stomach flutter. Her eyes blinked open.