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tight, clenched, and he pitched forward. Gripping the sink with one hand, he guided his cock over the bowl and cursed through gritted teeth as he shot his pent-up need into the sink.
    He staggered to the toilet and sat, bent at the waist, his elbows on his knees. He dropped his head to his hands and fisted his fingers in his hair. The doctor who fitted him with the piercing and chastity sleeve had warned him what would happen if he became too aroused. It hadn’t been too much of a problem until now. With other women, he simply remembered why he wore the cock cage and his erection withered, but with Fallon, living out his fantasies, that was a whole other story.

His broad shoulders were satin smooth. Dark hairs began just above his nipples, continued down over his pecs narrowing to a single line bisecting his abdomen. My eyes followed the line to the thatch of hair surrounding his penis. He'd trimmed his pubic hair so it was no longer than the dark stubble on his jaw. His testicles rested on his thighs. He'd also shaved them. My own shaved pussy flooded with desire. God help me if he knew.
    From the file labeled, 'Subject M5, Richard Wolfe'

Chapter Four
     

    Fallon fumbled with the knot holding the gag in place. By the time she worked it loose and rasped out his name, Richard was gone. In the aftermath, her body trembled like an addict’s deprived of her fix. She grabbed a towel and pulled it over her body. Her pussy throbbed from his attentions. Why hadn’t he stayed? How could he do those things to her, send her into another dimension, then leave her to come back to earth alone?
    One hand moved to the swollen flesh between her legs. She’d been done by a master. Nothing she’d seen or witnessed in her years of research on oral sex techniques came close to what she’d just experienced firsthand. Suddenly, her book seemed irrelevant, trivial. And she called herself an expert. What a joke. Compared to Richard she knew nothing. Clinically, her book was correct. Her research was valid, her techniques solid.
    She fingered the gold ropes holding her labia major open. Naïve. She was naïve. Richard had showed her in one session where her research failed. She hadn’t taken into consideration the restraints society places on sex. When she’d seen the ropes on the mannequin, she’d wondered at why someone would want to bind another person during sex. She thought it had to do with dominance, bending someone to your will.
    Her hand traced the ropes across her abdomen, over her stomach, around her breast and over her chest to the collar around her neck. She threw the towel off and looked at the intricate patterns covering her. The white nylon ropes dangled from the railing where Richard had restrained her. Now she understood. It wasn’t about control or domination. It was about freedom. By binding her, he’d given her the freedom to experience to the fullest, to fly, knowing she was safely tethered to earth.
    Richard had negated her need to cling to even a shred of control. He’d given her complete freedom to experience her body’s release, as well as the freedom to safely express herself during it. It was a gift worth more than gold.
    So why had he left her? Was he afraid she wouldn’t understand? Afraid she wouldn’t want to see him after? After the most incredible experience of her life?
    The shade cover billowed in the sea breeze, indicating the ship’s change of course. Fallon found her discarded sarong and pulled it around her, slipped her sandals on her feet and stood to peer over the railing. The Lothario would sail aimlessly around the Caribbean for several more days before making it to the one port of call, a private island owned by Richard and Ryan. No other ports welcomed the ship with its erotic, everything goes, sexual theme. She let the wind whip her hair around her face, loving the new sense of freedom he’d given her. The only thing missing was him. She wanted to share this with him, tell him she