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cock lay hidden and out of sight.
    “By the end of tonight, we won’t be strangers, my sweet Belle.” He rocked her harder, faster.
    Close. So close. She clenched her muscles, readied herself for that final thrust that would send her spiraling out of control. His leg lowered, the pressure eased.
    “More. Now!” The words burst from her, a cross between a wail and demand.
    He released her and stepped away.
    Shock trembled through her at the abrupt halt. She’d been on the verge of coming. Her body ached to the point of pain. “God, no. Don’t stop.”
    Without his warm thigh pressed against her, the air felt cold against the wetness on the inside of her thighs and higher. Instinctively, she tried to grab him and yank him back to her. She stumbled, forgetting her cuffed wrists.
    Off balance, she’d have fallen had Damon not caught and steadied her. A frustrated moan escaped, even as she was grateful he didn’t let her fall flat on her face.
    He gripped her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Rule one once again. Subs don’t demand. You may ask or beg.”
    Dazed by the raging need running through her, Caitie blinked in confusion. “Your fault. How can I think when you’re driving me crazy?” She couldn’t help the thread of sulk in her voice. No one else had ever left her feeling so vulnerable. She’d had more wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am fucks than she cared to admit.
    Damon did not fall into the selfish, rutting pig category. She had no doubt he’d satisfy her in a way she’d never experienced, and she wasn’t sure that was a good thing after all. Her body and mind sensed there was more to him, that perhaps by the end of their weekend, it wouldn’t be so simple to walk away. She’d certainly never forget him and was willing to bet, even though she hadn’t had him yet, she’d never find another lover quite like Damon the Dom.
    He ran the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. “That’s the point, little sub. You’re not supposed to think. Just feel.”
    Damn. She was feeling, lots of feeling going on inside her, including feeling edgy and out of control. She glared at him. “You gave me a choice.”
    He smiled. “I said if given a choice. The decision is ultimately mine to make.”
    “That’s not fair.” God, her body was a mass of tingling nerves, and her mind raw with need. How much teasing could she bear? Was this to prove he was in charge and held all the power? Dammit, if it was, it was working. Without her hands, she was helpless, had to rely on him to ease the ache he’d created.
    “Nice to know I have such an effect.” He kissed her hard.
    When he lifted his head, Caitie’s world was once again spiraling out of control. He slid his arms around her and unsnapped the clasp holding the cuffs together. “Rule two. Subs may only come when Doms give permission.”
    “What?” She gulped. “Um, Sir, you cannot be serious.” Was he crazy? If he touched her again, stroked his thigh against her or used his fingers–please let him use his fingers–there’d be no way in hell she could not come.
    “If you come without permission, you’ll be punished.”
    Punished ? There was that word again. Caitie chewed her lower lip, worried about what that meant, but with her hands free, she made no comment. Instead, she held out her arms.
    When he lifted a brow, she rolled her eyes. “Please, Sir. Could you remove the handcuffs?”
    The silver of his eyes gleamed like mercury. “Why are you cuffed?”
    She frowned. “I don’t know. Sir . I assumed it was part of the game. I was being treated like a prisoner taken to the dungeon—to my beast.”
    “I ordered them. You’ll find I have a reason for everything I do or ask. In this case, the cuffs are your first lesson in learning what it means to be submissive and giving total control to your Dom.” He lifted a brow. “You haven’t learned it, so they stay on.”
    Caitlin blinked back tears of frustration. She was so confused, so achy, and so