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bobble pulled the leash tighter, sawed at her sanity. She was preternaturally aware of the telling pressure at her wrists and ankles, evidence of unyielding restraints. The sheer helplessness of her position heated, melted some frozen part of her core.
    Had she ever been so aroused?
    Lying splayed before Jared was, without exception, the most thrilling experience of her life. She whimpered and a pulse twitched in his cheek. Without a word, he stormed back to his desk and took a long, deep swig of his drink. And stared broodingly at her.
    She bit at the smile teasing her lips. Yes, she was helpless, bound before him, but she held every card. She closed her eyes and reveled in the knowledge that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
    “Open your eyes.”
    She flinched as he spoke into her ear, his hot breath on her cheek. How had he come so close without her noticing? Her lids flew open and she found him standing to her side, a short whip tight in his fist. The leathers dangled ominously over her breast.
    “Never close your eyes unless you are explicitly commanded to. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.”
    The lash caught her at unawares. The slender strands of the whip landed on her swollen nipples and she cried out.
    “Yes what ?” This, he hissed through his teeth.
    “Yes Master.”
    “You disappoint me, Tess. You should know those two simple rules by now.” The lash fell again and again. She writhed against it, pulling the leash over her cunt even tighter. “And part your lips.”
    “Yes Master.” She wet them for good measure and was pleased to see he tracked the movement.
    He dandled the whip over the throbbing lips of her pussy, holding her gaze. The soft leather teased at her sensitive flesh. “Do you agree you should be punished?”
    “Y-yes Master.”
    Before the words passed her lips, the whip fell directly on her cunt. And again. Shivers of delight took her. Her orgasm was close. All she had to do was grind against the leash and she would come.
    But she didn’t. She knew better.
    But God she wanted to. More than anything.
    The torment, the hunger, the heat was more than she could bear.
    “I’m going to taste you now, Tess.”
    Her cunt quivered at his words.
    “You are not to come, do you understand?”
    “Yes Master.”
    “You may beg. You may plead, but until I tell you expressly that you may succumb, you must hold back.”
    “Yes Master.”
    She felt his heat first then the damp wash of his breath. And then—oh God!—his tongue. He licked her slit gently, teasingly. She desperately tried to hold her hips still but couldn’t help a tiny wiggle. He delved deeper. She shivered as he lightly skated along the length of her wet lips then dabbled in. He licked the length of the leather, letting his tongue spill over the sides. The dual sensation on her throbbing nub was excruciating.
    She whimpered and twitched and then, as he continued, began to writhe. With her movements, her wet clit slipped its bondage and popped out on one side of the leather. Jared caught it immediately with his teeth and nibbled. She cried out, a garbled sound, biting her lip against the urge to come, against the urge to beg.
    He released the tight tether over her clit and tossed the leash to the side. It landed on her hip. The dampness was cool against her heated skin. Before she had a chance to reflect on the sensation, he was there again, at her clit again, drawing it into his mouth and sucking it fully in.
    A tiny orgasm took her. She tightened her muscles against it, straining against the restraints holding her hands and feet in place, desperately trying to quell the wave building in her body, swamping her with need.
    When the fat handle of the whip nestled into her opening, she could no longer hold back. “Please. Please, Jared. Let me come!”
    He stilled. “What did you call me?”
    A shard of dread, a sharp anticipation, sliced through her at his tone. “M-master. I meant Master.”
    He stood and leveled her with a