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  “I want you to think, need you to concentrate on what I’m saying.” His voice low but strong, he ran his cock from her tailbone down the length of her crack. “There are places and people who practice BDSM. You know what that is, don’t you?”

  “I—I have some idea.”

  “Yes, you do.” His voice was seductive. “Subs and doms, Evi, lifestyles devoted to a master/slave relationship, where pain enhances pleasure. Your safe world stripped away to be replaced by what you’re both afraid of and long to embrace.”

  Her mind boiled with familiar images, but his thumb, his solitary and talented thumb, was rocking over her butthole and each small stroke took him marginally deeper.

  “I’m going to say certain things, not because you don’t know what I’m talking about but because it’s the only way you’ll acknowledge the truth. Pain is just a part of the experience and as individual as the participants. Some subs get off on being beaten and can’t climax without pain’s stimulation while others crave being treated like an object.” In. Oh—his thumb to the first knuckle now resided inside her! “Is that what you want deep down where you hope no one can see, to be handled as if you’re a piece of meat, bought and sold and passed around, forced to service whomever your master orders you to? That turns you on?”

  “No, no, no.” And yet, yet, to be valued for her cunt and breasts and capacity for abuse, to fully dive into her mind-cave…

  “Too much to think about?”

  “Why? Why is this happening?”

  “Evi, the questions I’m asking and the things I’m doing and the images I’m painting already exist in you. No, don’t keep denying it! All I’m doing is helping you face your truth. Together we can bring it out into the open and celebrate your freedom.”

  Even as she silently begged him to take her there, that still didn’t answer the question of why he’d taken on this task, let alone why he believed she needed to wallow around in her subconscious.

  “That isn’t enough, is it?” he asked as his thumb continued its slow and steady assault. She’d absolutely loathed her one rectal exam but his caresses were taking her deep into herself where, maybe, her hidden side indeed resided. “You still don’t understand the why.”

  Did it matter?

  “Answering that leads to freedom; don’t ever forget that.”

  “Freedom?”

  “Don’t, damn it! You’re trying to say that’s at odds with the true meaning of BDSM, right? Still lying to yourself about your true nature. Listen,” he muttered. “Concentrate. If you’d surrendered yourself to your slavehood, your master might fit you with butt plugs designed to open you here.” He demonstrated with a quick shove into her ass. “You’d be expected to wear one for hours and to thank your master when the size keeps increasing.” Up to the base of his thumb now, the intimate invasion complete, skewered on his digit. Accepting, accommodating. “You’re an anal virgin, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered with her eyes closed and her mind’s eye full. If she’d been the one looking at the naked and restrained woman struggling to remain in place while a man reamed her asshole, she’d be filled with disbelief that any woman would willingly degrade herself this way.

  Or would she?

  “And yet this isn’t new to you.”

  The hot humming running throughout made concentrating on anything nearly impossible, but he’d hit on something important. She could either lie and save what pitiful dignity she had left or tell him the truth.

  “I’ve had fantasies—”

  “That you believed no one would ever know.”

  “How did you—” she started but stopped because he was slowly slipping out of her. Too soon she’d be empty, lonely, waiting.

  “How do I know what you think about in the middle of the night? I do, Evi, that’s all you need to know, I do.”

  That made no sense but then nothing did.

  4

  Thorn had pulled her to her feet and turned her so her back was to the bed. He’d also produced scissors from a nearby nightstand and made short work of her bra and blouse, but she didn’t care. He’d also helped her out of her shoes and cut off her panty hose and panties. She was still trying to decide what to do now that she could walk when he knelt and wound rope around her ankles, leaving no more than a couple of inches of play between them.

  “You’re beautiful in captivity,” he told her, his ready cock cradled in his palm. “Sexual captivity brings out a woman’s purest nature.”

  “It does?” Much as she loved hearing that and feeling his heated gaze over her body, all she really wanted was to be fucked. Had she been wrong to assume that was what he wanted as well? If he truly was into BDSM and here so he could force it on her—

  “You’re glowing, raw and wild. Think about that, Evi. Under the conservative clothes you wear and beneath the driven professional lives an animal screaming to be let loose. You can’t deny that animal exists, can you?”

  No. “Would it matter if I did?”

  “It’s still hard for you to admit, isn’t it? Damn, but you’re deep in denial.”

  “Why do you care?”

  “Someone other than yourself has to. Otherwise, you’re going to spend your life trying to live with your dual natures and that would be a pity.”

  “What do you want me to say, that BDSM intrigues me? If I do, will you leave me alone?”

  He chuckled. “It doesn’t work that way. Do you have the courage to admit the truth to more than yourself?”

  “What does it matter?” If only she dared try to walk! How she’d love to launch herself at him and drive him to the ground, before wrapping her legs around him and demanding her reward, that is. “There’s just you and me—whoever you are. The world doesn’t know.”

  “But it could.”

  Alarmed by the possibility of what he might have in mind, she worked at getting moisture back into her throat.

  “Let me put it to you another way. What if a camera was trained on us and a microphone picked up everything you say?”

  “No!” Even more alarmed than she’d been a second ago, she studied what she could see of the candlelit cave. From what she could tell, there wasn’t a camera lens anywhere. “Why would you do that?”

  “Not me, you.”

  Not in this lifetime. “I’m not an exhibitionist.”

  “But you want to produce honest work and what’s more honest than the range of the human imagination?”

  “I’m one person. I can’t cover all that.”

  “You can do a hell of a lot and you know it. The only thing standing in the way is your damnable insistence on shrouding your fantasies in darkness.”

  “Mine? Why should they be the only ones on display? What about you? Surely you have secret dreams and desires.”

  She read his answer in his darkened gaze and the way he stroked his erection. “Easy. Don’t try thinking right now,” he soothed. “It’s time for you to go deeper inside yourself than you ever have. Peel away even more layers.”

  Yes, no!

  Not taking his eyes off her, he again reached into the nightstand and produced a long black strip of fabric. Even before he placed it over her eyes, she knew what he was going to do, and although she could and should have fought him, she simply stood and trembled as he secured the blindfold in place. Locked in the darkness of her mind, she listened to the faint sound his feet made against the stone floor. That and her nerve endings let her know he was walking around her, his movements slow and thoughtful. A specimen. Yes, that’s what she’d become.

  “Exquisite in your helplessness. Like clay waiting to be molded.”

  If he hadn’t already given her vivid and unforgettable examples of what he was capable of, she would have been terrified. Instead, she ordered herself to be patient, and as she waited, she imagined that they were at an important meeting in an opulent room decorated with leather and hardwood furniture. Thorn was magnificent in his designer suit, and all eyes were on him as he listened to
and commented on input from the successful men and women under him and then issued his well-targeted orders.

  But if those men and women looked under the table they were sitting around, they’d see her kneeling at his feet. Naked except for the weighted nipple clamps dragging her breasts down, she had her hands between her legs and her fingers pressed against her cunt in an attempt to feed her desperate hunger. Thorn’s slacks were unzipped, his full cock exposed, or it would have been if it wasn’t in her mouth.

  She was his sex slave, his whore, his chattel. And her world was complete.

  A harsh tug on her hair pulled her head back and killed the image. “Stay with me, Evi. You can return to your mind when I’m done with you.” He punctuated his command by slapping her right breast.

  She sighed but didn’t cry out, and when he did the same to her left breast, she arched upward and offered herself in sacrifice. He turned her full mounds into his personal drums much as he’d done earlier with her buttocks, lightly striking her over and over again until the vibrations rolled throughout her.

  “Your breasts are mine.”

  “Yes, yes.”

  “Are you deep inside yourself?” he asked as he released her hair. “Nowhere else you want to be?”

  “I can’t—can’t go anywhere. There’s just here.”

  No more slapping, no more energy running between them. Lost, she strained to see through the black curtain. She was still fighting the impossible fight when he claimed her nipples. “Your nipples are mine.”

  “I—know.”

  “Do you? Do you truly comprehend what it means?”

  She thought she did. Turning her body over to him meant living in a place filled with sensation and anticipation. No longer made up of different practical body parts, she’d become a giant cunt, the primitive creature he’d called her. And when he rolled her nubs between thumbs and forefingers, instead of pain, she rode on the great heat centered in her pussy. It was all sex, everything.

  “Dream for me, Evi. What do you want me to become?”

  Wondering if he’d tapped into her fantasy about giving him head in the middle of a high-level meeting, she went looking for a path through the darkness to where need lived.

  “My master. Watching me being auctioned off and trying to decide whether to bid on me. Ordering me to bend over and spread my cunt lips so you can examine me.”

  “Are you worth much?”

  About to reply, she realized he no longer had hold of her breasts, but even as the pain subsided, she remained solidly in her fantasy. “A great deal. Other men want me in their harem, their stable, their rooms, but you won’t be denied. Once you’ve paid for me, you snap your leash onto my collar and haul me away.”

  “Where do I take you?” he asked from behind her.

  Commanding herself to remain still, she told him that he lived in a moated castle complete with a secret dungeon. Supremely sure of himself, he barely looked at her while leading her down the steep stone steps. Because he’d bound her elbows behind her, she was afraid she’d fall, which distracted her from what she’d see at the bottom until they were there.

  “A cage. You’re putting me in a cage,” she said as he lifted her arms as he’d done before, forcing her to lean over.

  “Do you want to be there?”

  “I—I’m not sure.”

  “Do you want to be here?”

  In this windowless space she’d never known existed in a place and maybe a time she couldn’t comprehend? Naked and helpless and bleeding with need? “Yes.”

  A nearly inaudible sigh told her he needed to hear that response. “Good,” he muttered. He was still keeping her off balance; if he let go, she’d fall. “Tell me about the cage.”

  Cage. A place of not just confinement but quiet contemplation and escape from all responsibilities, all rights. “It’s small, barely long enough to allow me to stretch out on the thin mattress. I can’t stand. Rings have been bolted into the floor, and I know they’ll be used to restrain me. I smell my fear.”

  Planting his foot in front of hers to keep her from stumbling forward, he reached between her legs from behind, swiped them over her lips, and then placed his hand under her nose. “Does your fear smell like this?”

  “Yes,” she admitted, the scent of sex assaulting her.

  “Then it isn’t fear, is it?”

  She dangled in his grip, limp and ready to be used. Again her mind’s eye provided the image the blindfold robbed her of. He was leaning back a bit to counterbalance her weight, the muscles of his forearm bulging. Staring at her back, he admired the way her shoulders were being pulled together, his free hand hovering over her ass. As for his thoughts, perhaps he was counting the minutes until he could bury his cock in the opening of his choosing.

  “No,” she said on a sigh. “I’m not afraid. Maybe of myself a little, but I trust you.”

  “Why?”

  I don’t know! I don’t know. “I’ve—back when I was captured and trained as a sex slave, I kept hearing about you. They said you could be a harsh master, that you demanded absolute subservience. But you believed in giving pleasure as well as receiving it because pleasure breeds loyalty. As long as your slaves put you and your needs and commands above everything else, they were treated well. They wore your chains and brands with pride and worship your cock.”

  “What brands? Where were the chains placed?”

  Head hanging and the world behind her unseeing eyes blood red, she dove even deeper into the world she was creating. She didn’t know where the images and scenario came from or that she’d had the capacity for such a fully realized creation in her, but that was all right because she’d never felt more alive.

  More restrained.

  “I wore your collar. Made of leather with a locking device only you had the key to, you put it on me the night we reached your castle. You commanded me to kneel naked before you with my head uplifted while you locked it in place. You—then you clipped your chain to the ring in the collar and forced me to lean over so my head was nearly on the ground and fastened the other end of the chain to a ring driven into the ground. Not saying a word beyond ordering me to call you master, you left me like that for hours. All I could think about was what would happen when you returned, and by the time you did, I was drenched in hunger. Although I could see my cage, I knew I wouldn’t be allowed to crawl into it until you were done with me.”

  “What did I do to you?” Pulling her upright again, he drew her against his chest with his legs straddling hers, his cock grinding against her backside, and his arms hard over her breasts and against her groin.

  Not sure of the line between the dream she’d been trying to spin for both of them and being in his powerful embrace, she went in search of what she, and maybe he, needed.

  “I think I’d fallen asleep, but you woke me by placing a vibrating egg in my pussy and turning it on. Because you’d used straps to hold the large egg in place and had fastened my hands to my collar, I couldn’t pull it out. Although I tried to tell myself that I didn’t want to be so helpless, I loved its feel in me and the constant reminder of what it stood for.”

  “Which was?”

  “My place as your possession.”

  His hold increased until her breasts were flat against her rib cage. Despite the barrier caused by her pelvic bone, she had no problem imagining his finger penetrating all the way to her womb. When he repeatedly pulled her against his cock, in her mind, his finger became his hard and hot length. “Did you come?”

  “You—you wouldn’t let me,” she stammered and forced herself back into the fantasy she was spinning for both of them. “Every time I came close, you used the remote control to quiet the egg. You were sitting in a chair, a drink in one hand, the control in the other and held high so I saw what you were doing. It didn’t matter that there was more slack in the chain fixed to my collar because I couldn’t remember how to stand. Instead, I writhed at your feet, begging.”

  “Was I pleased?”
r />   How to concentrate? How to think of anything except his strength blanketing her and hot pressure powering through her? “I couldn’t tell. I—I wanted to study your expression, but you wouldn’t let me.”

  “How did I stop you?”

  Stay there. Build images we can both feed off. “By ensuring that nothing except my cunt mattered. Your knowledge of my limits told me I’d never be as I was before. When I begged you to end the agony you’d brought me to, you laughed and said you knew what I really wanted.”

  “Was I right?”

  Before she could begin to formulate an answer, he forced her onto her knees. Now untouched and alone, she strained to determine where he was. She sensed that he was nearby; he wouldn’t have left her. But that was the only thing she knew, that and her starving, weeping, exposed body.

  “Was I right?”

  “Yes! I wanted to be your slave.”

  “And my slut?”

  How far had she traveled since this morning? Miles and miles, and yet she couldn’t begin to answer until she’d taken the rest of the journey. “I’m not sure I knew it then; it didn’t matter. Finally when I was so weak that I could no longer lift my head and my throat was raw from begging, you removed the egg. At your order, I licked your feet in gratitude. After letting me go to the bathroom, you ordered me into the cage. How wise you were because you’d left my hands tied so I couldn’t satisfy myself. Although I was exhausted, I don’t think I slept. My need was too great for that.”

  “You don’t think? This is a fantasy, Evi, not reality. You can control what happens in it.”

  Telling herself he was right, she worked to conjure up an image of her locked within bars, and discovered that it wasn’t much different from what she was experiencing now. “Everything is swimming inside my mind. I know; you just said it shouldn’t have been like that, but I can’t help—maybe I deliberately made things vague.”

  “Why would you do that?” Going by where his voice was coming from, he was behind her but how close she couldn’t be sure. Perhaps he was looking down at her, maybe studying her back but maybe positioned so he could see her breasts with their pale fullness and dark centers. Opening her knees as much as her restraints allowed, she once again went down.