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  Despite the danger and fear, she did, diving down through the layers to where that mental cave waited. And although the pain held and her breathing hissed, she found a molten pool in her cunt. Heated waves rolled one after another, and she sank into them. This was what the best of sex was about, the self-absorption, the joy in her body’s capabilities, the never-ending exploration.

  And when he released her nubs so he could bathe them with his tongue, she leaned over and kissed the top of his head.

  “Do you understand?” he asked when he was done and the air was drying and dimpling her nipples. “Pleasure and pain can exist at the same time.”

  “I don’t want, don’t want.”

  “Yes, you do. You’re just not ready to admit it.”

  “Why? Why?”

  No answer, nothing except a hand pressing into the small of her back. “Next step, taking you down even more and awakening the animal.”

  How, she needed to ask but didn’t because she now hated the sound of her voice. Coming so close that she wondered if he intended to bite the side of her neck or ear, he all but covered her body with his naked heat. He continued to help her stay in place via the hand on her back, and when, maybe, she’d become accustomed to his ever-increasing power, he ran his right hand between her legs.

  “God, oh God.”

  “Not God, me.”

  Like that, just like that, he rendered her speechless. It took so little, a single finger on her labia and his palm pressing against her mons, but suddenly she wanted nothing more from life. Mouth open and head back, she dangled between his hands. The hose around her ankles prevented her from spreading her legs, but although he had to work at finding room for his large hand, she began to melt, to slide down and deep and true. She’d caught fire. Was bathing his fingers in her honest and raw heat. Her loose and swollen labia wept for him.

  “Sing, Evi, sing.”

  “Ah, ah.”

  “A simple song, simple and honest.”

  “Do me, please, I need…”

  “What do you need?”

  Finger fucking her now, his rough-skinned forefinger everywhere and yet not deep enough, flames slapping the sides of her neck before burning a trench from between her breasts all the way to her ass. There wasn’t enough air in the room and no way of going from need to explosion, just his fingers raking and fueling, making her sing, showing her how to dance.

  “What do you need?”

  “I don’t know, don’t know.” Mindless to her balance, she thrust her pelvis at him.

  “Yes, you do.”

  “A climax! All right, I need to come.”

  His hot breath exploded against her throat. “And after you have, what then?”

  “What? I don’t know. Please, I don’t know.”

  “That’s because you can’t think beyond primitive pleasure, but it’s not yet time for you to have what you crave.”

  “Why not? Are you deliberately teasing me?” The image of kicking him where it counted filled her.

  “I’m not going to try to control your thoughts, Evi. If that’s what you believe, so be it. Just remember what I said: sexual need is primitive and basic.”

  It didn’t matter, damn it. Not a damn thing did in this world beyond sweet hot release, something he undoubtedly already knew about her. Grateful because for now at least he wasn’t throwing his hard questions at her, she slipped back into her skin where delicious agony waited. On a level she couldn’t begin to comprehend, she knew she’d allowed herself to become his slut. Eventually she’d have to face the ramifications, but right now only the present existed.

  Again and yet again, he stroked her clit. Each time was new and clean, every touch locking her deeper into herself. He’d found her trigger and was expertly playing it, promising and yet not delivering. Much as she relished the pure primal experience, being kept on the edge was exhausting, as witnessed by her sweat and labored breathing and constantly having to remind herself to lock her legs in place. If she’d thought it would do any good, she’d beg for a moment in which to recover and prepare, but what if her plea angered him? What if he walked away from her? And so she gave him her body and its juices.

  Finally, mercifully, he withdrew his hand from between her legs. The steadying pressure remained on her back. “Do you know what I’ve done?”

  Talk. Say something, anything. “Played with me. Turned me into your whore.”

  To her surprise, he chuckled, the long, low sound seeping into her bone marrow. “Yes, that. But do you understand why?”

  The question was important, maybe the most vital she’d ever been asked, but how could she concentrate on an answer with a volcano just beyond her grasp? “What do you want me to say, that I’m easy and cheap, that I have no self-respect?”

  Feeling as if she’d just slapped herself, she concentrated on bringing his features into focus. When she’d first seen him, she’d looked into the eyes of generic man, masterful man, but now she noted the faint lines at the corners of his eyes and edges of his mouth, proof, maybe, that there was more to him than a lonely woman’s stud.

  What would she do with a fully realized human being?

  “This has nothing to do with self-respect or the lack of it,” he replied. “Honesty, it’s all about you being honest with yourself and your needs.”

  “Why do you care?”

  When he closed his eyes, they remained like that for long seconds. “Because that’s a large part of the reason I was created.”

  Created, not born? “What? I don’t—”

  “I know you don’t, but it doesn’t matter because this is about you, not me.”

  All she knew was that for a moment there’d been a shift in their relationship and that he’d been on the verge of opening up to her about something, but he ended that by stepping back, folding his arms across his chest, and staring down at her.

  How could she do anything except imagine what he was seeing, an effectively restrained and all but nude woman with the smell of her sex in the air and her cunt red and swollen? Was that it, he’d accomplished what he’d been created for by making sure she was hot and bothered to the max? Now he could ride off into the sunset leaving her with her arms behind her and her hose around her ankles and hunger clawing?

  “We’re going to fuck,” he said abruptly. “but you aren’t yet ready.”

  You want to take a bet on that? “What are you talking about?”

  “I know who you are, Evi, what you do and what you think you want to accomplish in life. And what waits in the dark.”

  “Oh?”

  “You’re doubting me?”

  “I’m—I’m not going to believe simply because you tell me something.”

  “Good. You shouldn’t. All right, an example of what I know about you. You majored in the cinema in college because you wanted to use the camera to shed light on some of what happens in this world. That’s why you went after the job you did; so far it’s working out. For the past few months you’ve been gathering the material you believe you need to convince your employers they should do a documentary on the economics of higher education. You’re disillusioned with aspects of your own education, specifically subject requirements you’ll never use in the real world. You also want to expose higher education for what it is, a business complete with profit motive.”

  “How do you know? I haven’t told anyone—”

  “Because I selected you, Evi.”

  Don’t go there.

  “I’m not a stalker, at least not the kind you think of when you hear the word and should worry about. You intrigue me; that’s why I brought you here today. My agenda, let’s say that it will become clear to you in due time. For now all you need to understand is that my assignment is to open your mind and turn darkness into the freedom of light.”

  “What?” She was incredulous. “That’s what this is about, to convince me not to expose the truth about colleges’ determination to milk students for every bit of money they can, regardless of whet
her those students learn anything useful?”

  “No, Evi, no.” Smiling like an indulgent parent, he stroked a shoulder. “You have every right to be passionate about your project. But that isn’t the one we’d like you to do.”

  “We?”

  “People like me.”

  “Like you? There are others—”

  A quick shake of his head plainly said he had no intention of answering. “Tell me, what’s more important to you right now, convincing me you need to make your documentary or getting off?”

  “Does what I want matter?” She indicated her forced-together legs.

  “Not really.” With that, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. Leaving her standing, he sat. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time. Taking you on your journey is going to be as pleasurable for me as I intend to make it for you. Let’s call it the perks of the job.”

  She might have asked what the hell he was talking about if he hadn’t taken that moment to grab her hair and bend her over until her breasts and belly rested on his lap with her knees nearly on the floor. His cock was so close! What if she managed to get her mouth around it?

  What was she thinking? She’d just met this man and would be the biggest fool on the planet to trust him. Still…

  “It’s time for you to go back into yourself,” he muttered with his fingers trailing down her spine. “Learning the truth about oneself is a multilayered task. As an example, I’ve long known I had dominating tendencies. Perfecting that skill has been extremely rewarding. I love to be in control, especially when it comes to women.”

  A note of alarm sounded, causing her to try to look up at him, but he prevented her from doing so by grabbing her cuffs and pulling her arms up behind her. Helpless. Malleable. Waiting and, hard as it was to admit, willing. “Didn’t you hear me?” He slapped her buttocks. “You must go back inside yourself where the truth lives.”

  Despite the strain in her shoulder blades she found herself not relaxing but focusing on the tactile aspects of what was happening to her. Her bare breasts pressed against his naked skin, and his knee was one with her groin. With her head hanging down, blood quickly pooled in her temples. He continued to force her arms up and out, the easier to slap first one ass cheek and then the other.

  This was no parental spanking, no standard discipline, certainly not an erotic tease. Instead, the sharp but not painful blows resonated through her pelvic area. The rhythm was drum-like, a powerful man’s wordless message of control and understanding. I know what you’re feeling, they said. The energy and excitement, the anticipation, even whispers of terror.

  She felt all that and more, damn it! In her mind she was standing off to the side watching as her buttocks shuddered and rolled in response to the relentless blows. Her flesh was soft and thus jiggly there, but she didn’t care. Fire had already settled into her thighs, and her ass had to be reddening.

  Not just her thighs, she acknowledged as he lowered her arms and started massaging her shoulder blades even as he continued the sensual spanking. Her pussy absorbed the drumming, lapped at the heat, wept and waited, silently begged to be touched.

  “You like this. Like the fact that you can’t do anything about what’s happening to you.” His words flowed like a warm rain over her. “You know you’re on the road to giving up ownership of your body and going where I’m determined to take you, but it didn’t matter. There’s only me and admitting you’re turning yourself over to me.”

  How seductive his words were! How hot and yet gentle his touch. How knowledgeable about her. Because she was off floating somewhere, she paid scant attention when he stopped striking her. Only when he ran his fingers into her crack did she roll as best she could toward him.

  “Stay with me, Evi. Lose yourself in sensation. But don’t for a moment forget that I’m responsible.”

  “I—I want,” she said and tightened her buttocks in an attempt to keep his hand on her. He responded by probing deeper. Oh shit, a finger against her asshole!

  He calmed her with nothing more than a thumb, running it over the base of her neck, around to the side, and then along the back of her ear. The finger against her butt remained in place, not forcing entrance but letting her know how easily he could plunder her there.

  An ass virgin! Damn it, she’d never taken a man that way because the thought overwhelmed her. How, exactly, was it done; could she get hurt; would her aunt spin in her grave? But as the seconds ticked by, she imagined what ass fucking would feel like. His cock was so damn big that she couldn’t imagine being able to take him that way, but other women could and did and if Thorn insisted—could she do that, force herself to relax and accommodate him if that’s what he wanted? Could she tolerate the act? Hell, what if she enjoyed it?

  “You’re shaking.”

  “I can’t help it.” Her voice was muffled and talking face down made her drool a little. “I keep thinking about what you might do.”

  “Nothing you don’t want.”

  Nothing you don’t want? Did that mean she was stretched out over his legs because she carried some secret, to her, fantasy about being a man’s plaything? About to deny that the concept was even remotely possible, she held back. And as she waited for the truth to come to her, Thorn stroked her puckered ass, relaxing and softening her. Maybe starting with his pinky? Yes, if he showed her the way and let her control the pacing, she allowed as how her back hole could accommodate his smallest finger. But that was all.

  Oh, what was that?

  As when he’d placed her over his legs, he’d already changed position before she realized what he was going to do. He’d begun by hauling her back onto her feet and standing at the same time. He forced her to shuffle forward so her thighs pressed against the bed. Then he grabbed her wrist restraints and leveraged her forward and down so her breasts rested on the mattress. She managed to turn her head to the side but with his grip still holding her arms up, that was all.

  There, the sense of standing off to the side again. This time she shook her head in amazement and amusement because Evi Hult’s buttocks were now sticking up in the air. What do you know? Not the world’s most dignified stance but ripe with possibilities.

  Then she took note of the alignment between cock and cunt and contemplated possibilities. Her cheeks burned, and her breathing quickened.

  Maybe he’d seen how red her buttocks were and had decided to take pity on her, which was why he was gently rubbing the still-sensitive flesh, but maybe he was only reminding her of what he’d done to them. Hell, it didn’t matter, just being stroked and watched did.

  “A man’s hands wherever he wants on your body,” he said in a sing-song tone. “How does it feel, Evi? Now are you afraid?”

  Afraid? What was that? She knew surrender and contentment down to her core, everything revolving around her and growing energy in her pussy.

  “Are you?” he asked again.

  “No.”

  “And you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

  “No.” The single word echoed against the stone walls.

  “What about being fucked?”

  “I want!”

  “And after?”

  There was no after, just his cock so damn close to her opening and her labial lips wet and hanging and her thigh muscles burning. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

  “You will by the time I’m done with you.”

  Don’t be done! I don’t think I could survive that.

  The first time, his cock barely touched her labia. Suddenly quivering, she unsuccessfully tried to look back at him.

  “Sensation, not sight,” he warned. “Don’t forget that.”

  “I don’t know if—”

  “Sensation! Experience. Surely you understand that.”

  “Yes, yes.”

  He waited until she’d calmed a little before again pressing against her, firmer now, his organ telling her to prepare for something she’d never done. Despite her continued trepidat
ion, if she had a knife, she’d slash her ankle restraints so she could fully open herself to him. A third touch, the strongest so far but still not enough to penetrate her firm walls. What incredible self-control he had, she thought, and for the first time wondered what this sexual journey must be like for him. Someday, somehow, maybe, she’d get him to explain it to her and then pay him back.

  “Do you like doggy style?” he asked with his hands separating her buttocks and his cock nestled in her crack.

  “I, ah, haven’t had much experience. Never, oh shit, never like this.”

  “Restrained, you mean?”

  That was only part of it. Always before she’d left the man in question understanding absolutely and with no doubt that she had the final say in the how and where and even the why of sex. Surrendering control or rather having control ripped from her was a new experience—except when it took place in her imagination. Now that what she’d told herself was a nightmare had become reality, did she have the courage to stop denying certain things about herself and milk these moments for everything she could? Belatedly remembering that he’d asked a question, she struggled to recall what it was, but what did talking matter when he’d opened her so he could study her holes and his fingers were gliding over her skin?

  Exposed. Unbelievably exposed.

  “Not used to this?” He brought home his comment by sliding both thumbs into her pussy.

  “No, no!” Her spine was arched, her mouth open, muscles seizing and melting at the same time.

  “Because you’re a modest woman, a good girl.”

  A man’s fingers housed strong and unyielding! Not pain but not pleasure yet, new, so new! Oh shit, was there anything sacred about any part of her? And did she want or need back any of the modesty he’d stropped from her?

  “Again no answer? Is it because you’re trying to decide how to respond or because you can’t think?”

  “Can’t think, damn it! Shit, shit.”

  Withdrawing his thumbs, he stroked her opening as if reassuring her that he was going to grant her at least a modicum of the modesty he’d spoken about, but that wasn’t what they were about, what they needed.