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wary—only stoked his hunger.
    In the end, he was the one who broke.
    He stormed back over to the couch and without a word hooked a delicate leather leash to her collar. He tugged and she followed. Agony scored him, sliced right through his gut.
    “Come on,” he muttered, yanking harsher than he probably should, leading her on her hands and knees to his workbench.
    He’d been fantasizing about Tess for months. He’d developed very intricate scenarios for her torment. How annoying that the moment was now here and he was a bundle of impatience. It was all Jared could do to cling to his composure. He had to stick to the plan.
    He had to know .
    “Up.” He pulled on the leash until she stood before him.
    Damn. She was delicate and small. When standing, she came no higher than his shoulder, giving him the sense she was still on her knees before him. That she would always be on her knees before him, no matter where they were. It was a very seductive thought. For a Dom.
    “Onto the table.”
    She glanced at him but didn’t hesitate, levering herself onto the narrow bench.
    “Lie down.”
    She obeyed. Silently. Immediately. He tried not to let that irritate him. The desire to make her resist, force her to resist, clawed at him. She instinctively spread her legs, mimicking the split in the wood, which provoked him further.
    He laid her leash along the length of her body, threaded it through her slit then through the split in the table. He pulled it tight and attached it to one of the rings below. She winced as the leather gouged past her cunt lips and sawed at her clit but she didn’t complain.
    Her nipples caught his attention. They were distended and swollen in the rings of her harness. He couldn’t resist bending his head and sucking first one and then the other into his mouth. They were like ripe cherries. As he nibbled, she squirmed, which appeased his howling soul—a bit.
    He’d never been so torn with a partner. On the one hand, he craved her complete submission. On the other, he ached for her to defy him. The torment was delicious. Either way, he got what he wanted. Her cunt clenching around his weeping cock.
    Jared determinedly banished the thought. For the moment. There was still much work to be done before her first session was complete.
    He had to focus.
    He found the leather strap attached to the head of the table and handed it to her. Her brow quirked.
    “Attach the hook to your wrist restraints.” He didn’t bother to disguise his annoyance. She should have already known what he wanted, shouldn’t she?
    She struggled to attach the hook to one restraint and then the other. It took a while because frankly it was a difficult task. He could have done it for her but that was hardly the point.
    When she took a little too long, he smacked her hip. “Hurry.”
    Yes. That did it. She quickly found the right angle and successfully clipped both her wrist restraints to the strap. Without hesitation, he pulled it taut, forcing her arms up over her head. He lashed the leather to a fitting beneath the table.
    She could wiggle and squirm but she would not escape.
    Her eyes were glazed, her lashes flecked with tears. Her lips, parted as they were meant to be, were damp. Lust, rampant and wild, racked him. Did he, he wondered, have the discipline to go through with this? When she was helpless there before him with her lips parted and her cunt exposed. And so incredibly wet.
    He set his teeth and manacled her to the table, spreading her legs. He stepped back to inspect her.
    Oh God. He really shouldn’t have.
    The sight was far too tempting.
    For as she lay there—bound hand and foot, staring at him as she had been commanded—a glob of arousal eased its way around the leather leash binding her cunt.
    Jared nearly came right then.

Chapter Four
     
    With great difficulty, Tess kept her eyes on Jared, on the severe planes of his face, the tight muscles, the naked hunger. She tried not to move, because the slightest