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she had been doing. He made a mental note to see to them while he bathed her.
    “It’s small.”
    He knew what she was thinking. Given how much money they had both paid for this “vacation,” they had expected a larger place. From the specs he had seen, he anticipated three rooms: a kitchen/living room, a bedroom, and a five-star bathroom. The living and sleeping areas would be equipped with bondage equipment. The brochure promised a multitude of equipment, a selection ranging from a St. Andrew’s cross to a simple flogger. For the bathroom, it had boasted a jetted tub and a massage table, everything he would need to properly care for his slave. The kitchen would even be stocked with their favorite foods, which they had listed in the detailed questionnaires they’d filled out.
    “Don’t worry about it.” Images of his lovely wife in full slave mode floated before his eyes. He had been masturbating to this fantasy ever since he responded to the call from Oasis and agreed to be trained as her dom. “You’ll spend most of your time chained to the bed or kneeling at my feet.”
    When she didn’t respond, he swallowed his trepidation and looked at her. Those dark brown eyes stared at him speculatively, and he knew she was wondering how this would change their relationship once they returned home. Justin didn’t have an answer for her. That was one of the things they were going to discuss while they were here.
    “Are you going to untie me?”
    He grinned. “Eventually.” Without elaborating, he leaped from the SUV and went around back to grab their bags. She hadn’t brought much. He had specified that she bring no clothing with her, save what she would wear to return home.
    He disappeared inside. Trish could wait in the car for a bit longer. He had been hard for too long. If he didn’t take himself in hand, he was going to fuck her before he got her inside the cabin.
    It was as he expected. The door opened to the combination living room and kitchenette. One wall showed two open doors. One door led to a bathroom. The other led to the bedroom.
    Justin looked around for a bit, taking in the decor. Dark wood, leather, and polished chrome made up the bulk of the furniture. It wasn’t to his taste, but he found it perfect for this weekend. Every single piece sported places to tie his slave. He could bend her over the back of the chair and bind her wrists to the arms. He could splay her on the coffee table and secure her in a variety of positions. An assortment of whips and other implements hung from the walls as featured decorations. There were no pictures, only mirrors.
    His cock jerked, pulsing painfully as he pictured her lying spread-eagle on the table while he ate dinner. He could lick her between bites. He could hold ice cream to her clit, and she wouldn’t be able to escape.
    Justin dropped his suitcase onto the bed and loosened his pants. He knew this relief would only be temporary.

    Patricia squirmed, trying to move the egg closer to her G-spot. She didn’t know if she wanted to be angry with Justin for leaving her in the car with this damn tiny vibrator buzzing away inside her. This was exactly what she had asked for in her fantasy—a man who controlled her pleasure and bent her to his will. This wasn’t something she had always wanted, and this wasn’t something she would want all the time, but how she wanted it now!
    She yanked on the handcuffs and tried to move her knees, but like her attempt to move the egg, nothing happened. A huge smile stretched her lips. Oh, she loved this, loved that it came from Justin.
    All of a sudden, the speed of the vibrations increased. She moaned loudly, the singular sound filling the silent interior of the SUV. The orgasm was close. She knew she should open her eyes to see if Justin was near, but she couldn’t find the energy. She tried to subdue her reaction, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. It jerked and twisted. The seat belt was the only thing stopping her hips