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tongue closed her senses to everything but his touch. Her back bowed toward him. She tensed into a ball of primal need. Just when she started to calm down, he stood and the crop bit again. This time near her belly button, her thighs, her hip. Zipping in to nip and away again, stealing her breath with each snap.
    “Open your legs. Show me how wet and eager you are. Convince me you like this.”
    A moan whispered from her lips, but she did not hesitate to do as he told her.
    “Wider, little cat.”
    Her pussy clenched, but she spread herself, grasping her thighs to pull them to the sides. Cool air swirled over her when her outer lips yielded to reveal her tender core. Her clit quivered.
    “Good, girl.”
    The whip landed flat and hard against her hairless mound, and her scream echoed in the room. The leather cracked again and again, but she clung to her legs, refusing to back down from the challenge, embracing the delicious, intoxicating throbbing. Blood pounded, and heat suffused every inch of skin the crop had kissed. Then the torment stopped, and his hands and lips brought solace. She shook as the ache gave way to the purest desire. She had to have him, needed to feel his cock pounding into her.
    The moment her fingers grazed his shoulders, he drew away and left her bereft, floating in a state of raw want. She returned her hands to the bed, gripping the covers in desperation. “I’m sorry. Come back.” A sob choked her, but she clung to the conviction he would not leave her hungry.
    A mechanical buzz offered the only warning before a thick vibrator penetrated her pussy. Tiny fingers wiggled and circled her clit while twisting beads hummed inside her. She screamed, arching upward as another orgasm slammed through her. He held her at the pinnacle of each crest, disallowing her to come down fully while wave after wave crashed over her. By the time he slid the toy from her body, tears streamed down her cheeks. She shuddered to the earth, a mass of sensation with no rudder to stabilize her.
    Warm arms circled her, strong hands rubbing her back in long easy strokes. “Hush, little cat. No more stress, now.”
    Curling into him, she clutched him close. Slowly, the high softened. He lay back, pulling her across his chest to rest over his heart. Aftershocks rippled through her, but his consistent care countered every tremble, steadying her until she drifted to sleep.

Chapter Five
    Connor watched Kate sleep, her body more beautiful than he’d imagined. A knot coiled in his gut—guilt for playing on her drunken confession or for kidnapping her? She had enjoyed the adventure, no denying it, but he preferred there be no games between them. Not that he didn’t enjoy a good bout of slap and tickle now and again, but his cock hurt like a motherfucker. He’d waited too many years to make love to her.
    She murmured and snuggled closer. He longed to wake her and remove the mask, but he had one more whispered fantasy to fulfill before he dropped the barrier between them. When he took her the first time, it would be him and her. No role-playing. Until then, he’d prove he could meet and exceed even her most wicked, forbidden dream. No vanilla for his little cat.
    He checked his cell lying on the nightstand. She’d slept for at least an hour—plenty of time to recover. Scooting to the edge of the bed, he slid from her arms and scooped her against him. She hardly stirred making him wonder if he should let her sleep. Her sexy body, naked save for the satin covering her eyes, tempted him beyond what he should do. He carried her across the room to the small sitting area where he’d laid out his tools earlier. Gently, he draped her, stomach down, over a rounded back club chair, just tall enough to stretch her short body tight. The cuffs fastened to the back legs snapped easily around her ankles.
    “What the hell?” She woke and pushed herself up, using the seat for support.
    Refusing to respond, he strolled around to kneel in front of