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  Her present situation could not claim even a speaking acquaintance with safe. This dangerous man inflamed her lusts in ways that only one other had before. His intoxicating domination flowed over her like a tidal wave of depraved pleasures. Oh, God! Could her dream lover be real? NO! Slamming the door on that intensely disturbing thought, Prin struggled to focus on her instructions.

  His fingers closed and carefully withdrew from her tender opening. Immediately, her ass was stretched open over a hard object. He slowly pressed the plug in. Panic filled her as she felt it spread her to new limits. He just kept pushing it in. She couldn’t hold back a startled yelp as the wide base was forced past her tight ring of muscle. Her protesting bottom closed around the object and locked it into place.

  Her back arched uncontrollably as she strangled on her moans while wave after wave of pleasure and pain radiated from her stressed rear. Nothing prepared her for this. Her body writhed helplessly through the intense sensations.

  The visible end of the modified plug had a valve on its flat head with a hose and squeeze bladder attached. He immediately pumped the air bladder, which inflated the dildo inside her. His heavy hand on the small of her back held her down as she arched and thrashed on the object that impaled her. He’d given her no time to assimilate its intrusion before increasing its size. She felt it expand inside her. Filling her. The rude intrusion shot a haze of agonized lust up her spine like liquid lightning.

  “This plug expands about two inches around, and is nine inches long. Not quite me, but close enough. We’re not going to inflate it fully right now. We’ll do it a bit at a time through the night until I feel you’re ready,” he explained in a decisive, cold voice.

  She barely heard his quiet comments as he adjusted the plug. Prin squeezed her eyes shut and panted through the burn, frantically trying to calm down. The evil thing got bigger?? When she regained a shaky control of her limbs he moved back, leaving the tail of the little hose and bladder hanging down between her legs.

  To see her like this pleased the beast in him that demanded dominance over its mate. He took a deep breath and allowed the sight to blaze into his memory. Her complete surrender had driven him into a white-hot fever of need. Every inch of him ached. His balls were drawn up tight against his cock and were probably blue already. Time to get some relief for the length of pig iron that used to be his cock.

  “All right, pet. Stand up and turn around,” he instructed softly.

  She gingerly backed off the bed and turned around. Shakily she assumed the first position of standing with legs spread and hands clasped behind her back, head up and eyes down.

  The bedroom vibrated with waves of sensuality that rippled off both of them. Decorated in burgundy, black and gold, their surroundings soaked up the ragged energy and wrapped it back around them in a velvet cloak of dark desire.

  Before he could take her, he needed her to see him. Why he needed this was way too complicated to figure out right now. It had to do with her acceptance and total surrender freely given. With letting her know he was willing to give up the same dignity to her that he demanded from her. It wasn’t a one-way deal between them. He wanted her to know that what he took from her would be returned tenfold. He only took what she required him to, what she needed to feel safe in his care. Well, whatever it was, it rode him hard. It forced him to take the time now and show her what was going to have her. Even if what she saw disgusted her, he knew he’d take her anyway.

  “Look at me, pet.” His voice was gravelly and rough with need.

  Glazed eyes swept slowly up his body to meet those white-hot pale eyes.

  His smile seemed more of a grimace as his hands went to the buttons of the crisp cotton shirt.

  “Watch me,” he murmured. Baby Girl was so far past the point of no return with him, but could she step through this door? For some damn reason he needed to know right now. Fucking irrational, really.

  Buttons slipped loose and the shirt fell to reveal an endless expanse of chest and abdomen. The temptation to run her hands across that steely width was tough to resist. A light cover of silky dark hair swept across his upper chest and trailed—like the road to ruin—in a tempting arrow down into his low-riding jeans. It only partly concealed the numerous jagged scars slashed into his corded flesh.

  Prin gasped. What happened to him?

  As she took in the muscled pecs and washboard abs, his hands swiftly went to the snap on his jeans. Lowering the zipper with caution over steel-hard flesh that was pressed so impatiently against it, he bent to shuck his pants. He took off his socks and shoes in the same movement. Rising slowly, he stood naked before her. Hard. Waiting.

  Her eyes traveled over every visible inch of him, and there was a lot. His torso held scars and marks that were still pale and shiny, declaring their newness, as well as old ones that were faded. In places, the flesh was twisted and bumpy, others looked like rippled burn marks. Some of those wicked scars wrapped around his torso. She suspected there were more down his back.

  Along his upper thighs, in that crease of tender flesh between each hip and leg was a row of small round burn marks, about the size of a cigar butt. Air sucked in between her teeth as realization struck her.

  The package between his legs was as fierce as the rest of him. His erection was long and thick. The fat head flared out, the eye in the middle seeped a drop of pre-cum for her. His testicles, which hung heavily behind his cock, were in proportion to the rest of his overwhelming size. Everything about this man was large.

  Her eyes flashed up to his as he stood there before her and watched her look at him. He waited, his face immobile, those intense eyes tracked her every expression.

  Prin blinked rapidly. Each scar, a story of pain and torture written clearly across his bronze body, stabbed at her. Biting her lip, she searched his eyes. What did he want? What was he waiting for? It was clear from his command to “look at him” and then undressing that he expected something from her.

  The rules forbade her from reaching for him. Her body trembled with the desire to rush to him and explore each mark with her tongue, lips and hands. She needed the emotional relief of soothing, petting and holding him. That need was a primal scream in her brain. Why this man moved her on this level mystified her. It wasn’t just that he personified “magnificent” in the physical sense. Something about him reached right into her heart and mind.

  The large inflexible warrior took a deep, ragged breath, and then reached for a leather slave hood on the dresser. Made to fit over a sub’s head, it covered the eyes, yet left the mouth and chin free, and snapped around the neck.

  “Now that you’ve seen the monster, you won’t have to look anymore, baby,” he murmured as he raised the hood to slip it over her head.

  Her hands flashed out to stop him.

  “Please, Master. Permission to speak.” Her eyes locked with his as a muscle ticked along his jaw. One eyebrow rose, which informed her that he’d noted both her hands stopping him and the talking without permission.

  “I am not your Master. Call me Sir. Speak.”

  “If you wish to use the hood to increase your pleasure, Sir, please do. But I beg of you, don’t use it to keep me from looking at you.” She took a deep breath and jerked her hands away from his wrists, just noticing that she still held them.

  “Sir, I am sorry if I offend you by taking pleasure in looking at your body. Seeing you is overwhelming. I have never been with any man but my husband, and he was not as you are.” Her eyes dropped to the floor and her hands returned to the small of her back. She subsided and licked her lips, which were suddenly dry.

  “I told you to look at me!” he bit out. Her eyes again glided slowly up his body. He sucked in a breath as she caressed him with them. She conveyed desire, hunger and passion in glazed pools of chocolate that finally dragged up to blink at him.

  “You want to see this?” A flick of his wrist indicated his chest. “This twisted mass of mutilated flesh turns you on?” he asked incredulously.


  “No! Oh, no, Sir. Not mutilated, beautiful. You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

  Her rebellious little hands were suddenly on his chest, smoothing lightly down his pecs and across his clenching stomach. Gliding up his sides and back down, to trail over the burn marks reverently until they reached the throbbing shaft of his erection. With a whisper touch, they explored the vein-roped staff of his cock. They glided fleetingly under his balls, cupping them gently. Her eyes never left his as she stepped a little closer and pressed her perfect breasts to his chest. Her hands still gently stroked his cock while her head tilted back and she pleaded.

  “Please, Sir, let me taste you. Let me please you.”

  His eyes narrowed as he gazed down at her lips. His hands clenched at his sides while she rubbed herself against him. He frowned and shook his head to clear it, grabbed her upper arms and forcefully set her away from him.

  Still staring narrowly into her eyes, the dark stranger asked harshly, “Why didn’t you mention you have a thing for the grotesque? I would have thought that was relevant, wouldn’t you?”

  Now her eyebrows rose. “Grotesque? You think I have a fetish for ugly?”

  Her brow crinkled in puzzlement that soon morphed into anger. Before she could think about it, her hands landed on her hips and her stance stiffened to challenge. Prin leaned forward from the waist to put her little nose directly in his face. Well, as close as she could come to it from that far down, and proceeded to tell him what she thought about that.

  “If that were true, I don’t have much reason to stick around,” she hissed. “The only guy here is a Greek God. That wouldn’t interest me much, now would it?”

  He stepped back a pace from her fierce outburst. She followed him punctuating each statement with a finger jab into the pelt on his chest. Those chocolate eyes flashed and sparked hotly. “I like this body. I want this body. If you don’t like it, tough, but don’t you tell me it’s ugly again. You can do whatever you like with me, we agreed to that…” She gulped and paused a second as she realized what she was doing again. Then her spine stiffened. Well, how much more trouble could she be in? In for a penny, in for a pound, as it were. Her palm flattened out on his chest to caress the masculine heat beneath it.

  “Sir. What I mean is, please don’t make assumptions about what I do and don’t want to see. Use the hood for your pleasure. But not because you think I want it, Sir.” Her voice trailed off but her eyes never broke contact with his. She very deliberately stepped back to assume the required stance again, not breaking eye contact as she looked up at him.

  Astonished at her own reaction, Prin realized how distinctly territorial she’d become. A desert wind of anger had rushed through her at his obvious anticipation of rejection. He actually thought the badges of honor written across his body were too ugly to look at. Whatever happened to him was horrific, but her need to accept him was immediate and unconditional once she saw those scars.

  He was hers in every way, strange though that might be—consciously not thinking about the dreams here—and she could not allow him to think those scars were anything but a testimony of principle. Purposely not worried about how she knew he’d earned each one in service, or for the service. Really, really serious about not thinking about the dreams now.

  He backed up another pace and sank into the leather writing desk chair behind him. He sat there like any man would, with legs spread wide, his erection lay against his abdomen as he leaned back and contemplated the spitting little kitten that stood in front of him.

  What the hell just happened? His hand absently drifted down to stroke his dick as his brain whirled. Her eyes dropped to watch the lazy strokes and he realized what he was doing. He watched her prickly attitude fade into a light pant as her eyes were drawn to the hand on his erection. He grinned. She tried to look away, but she couldn’t seem to manage it.

  The thing between them involved so much more than just sex. He’d known it would as soon as she stepped through that door this evening. It appeared to go both ways. Baby Girl was right there with him in the deep water, whether she knew it or not. However, with both of them naked and turned on, it was damn difficult to concentrate on anything that required higher brain functions for long. He smiled now as he watched her want him. His primary objective to tie her to him looked hopeful. Her reaction to his body was baffling, but possessive as hell.

  His twisted flesh made her gasp. He’d expected that. Nevertheless, she hadn’t backed away from him. Her face hadn’t turned white then flushed with disgust. In fact, she’d marched right into his personal space when he moved away from her. Baby Girl became downright fierce in her denial of any revulsion over his scars. Now that sweet little warrior woman wanted to play again, in the worst way.

  “You want this, pet?” he questioned her softly. The large cock jerked in his hand as he leaned it out toward her. Another pearl-drop of pre-cum seeped out of the tip as she stared at it avidly. She nodded her agreement with her gaze locked on him. Her little pink tongue flashed out to dampen her lower lip.

  “Come, kneel,” his deep voice commanded. She dropped to her knees between his outstretched limbs, her mouth open, eyes glued to the swollen head of his dick. He scooted his ass to the edge of the chair, while he held the base of his cock with one hand—his other large hand grabbed the hair at the back of her head tightly. A firm grip let her know he would control the movement of her head.

  He slowly bent her head to his cock. Her lips formed that perfect “O” of every man’s dreams. Decadent satisfaction slithered down his body as he watched the flared purple head disappear into her hot little mouth. He kept pressing her head down until he felt his cock hit the back of her throat. Her velvet-soft mouth was stretched wide to envelop all she could of his hard male length.

  Her sweet mouth surrounded him like a warm honey wrap. Her succulent lips sealed tightly to his thick flesh. Her eyes blinked rapidly while she fought the gag reflex and sucked hard in her effort to gain control. He held her head steady until she breathed through it. Only about a third of his cock fit in her. His fist marked how far she could manage.

  As she regained control, she realized he hadn’t moved. Prin avidly sucked on the forceful, stiff cock that overflowed her mouth—she stroked her tongue up and down, and drew on him deeply. As she swallowed, he could feel her throat compress around the head. A low rumble rolled up from his chest as he pulled up on her hair gently to indicate the rhythm he wanted.

  She followed his direction eagerly and slid her hot, damp mouth up and down. Her tongue curled around the head on each upstroke and fluttered down the sensitive under side with each downstroke.

  His body clenched rock-hard from scalp to toes, and jerked with each flicker of her tongue on the vein-roped steel she serviced. Lust had never been so intense. He was so consumed by this pleasure that it blanked his mind, wiping it clean of every painful memory, and removed the violence required by his former life. Shimmering and unreal, tangible and tactile, she was every wish and fantasy he had ever imagined.

  He watched her suck on that length of pulsing masculine demand. The erotic sight of this perfect beauty with her lips wrapped around his cock while his large hand ensured her compliance blazed through his mind. She wasn’t shy about the sounds her avidly suckling mouth made on him. Little moans were interspersed with the damp sucking noises as she slurped him up in apparent bliss. Her eyes remained closed in total concentration on the big shaft in her mouth.

  The sight of her like this sent him to the ragged edge. He could feel civilization quickly becoming a distant memory. His every response came from the primitive male animal that was shrugging off four thousand years of progress like yesterday’s garbage. This guy was in charge now, gazing down at the submissive woman who knelt between his legs.

  “Take all of it, yeah…just like that,” he breathed. “Suck it, baby, let me see you take it.”

  Her sweet mouth pulled harder on his straining cock and he increased the spee
d of her head in his lap.

  His lips curled back in a snarl as her velvet-soft mouth worked him while he pushed her head down over his penis. Lightning flashed from his balls up his spine and his head fell back against the chair. He roared in release as the orgasm thundered over him. This was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Cum jetted out of his cock in endless spurts as his hips jerked up helplessly to thrust into her sweet mouth. She swallowed convulsively, frantically, sucking down every drop.

  Slowly the maelstrom subsided, he jerked faintly each time her tongue swept over the sensitive broad head of his cock. She hadn’t stopped sucking, searching for more of his salty-sweet passion. Her tongue lapped up and down his pulsing flesh relentlessly, she poked into the slit to swirl around and clean every drop. His fist, still clenched in her hair, held her to the task. His hand eventually relaxed, the large palm petted her lazily as she cleaned him.

  Gently, he pulled her head away from him and watched his semi-hard cock emerge from her mouth with a little pop. She sat back on her heels and gazed up at him as he stroked her cheek gently while he studied that sweet face. What he saw in those big eyes melted a hole all the way through his inner beast’s heart.

  Her lips were swollen and puffy from hard use. Her face was flushed and her scalp had to ache. Yet there she sat, looking up at him hungrily. An eager whore who’d just gotten her face fucked and hoped that wasn’t the end of the fucking. The primitive woman within her was alive and well. He smiled into her eyes.

  “Come, pet. Sit up here with me.” He lifted her up, and arranged her so she straddled his lap. The chair had no arms so her smooth thighs settled over his easily. He gathered her into his arms and drew her face up to his mouth with a knuckle under her chin.

  Bending his head to her slowly, his lips drifted in feather strokes across her cheek to the bruised evidence of his possession. Tender, gentle licks soothed pillowy lips. His first taste of her precious mouth contained his essence on her, in her, just as it should. It wasn’t possible to remain gentle and soothing he discovered. Something about this woman reached into his soul and stripped away all his resistance. She expanded his understanding of reality, she decompressed the civilized man, freed him from all restraint. With an animal groan of surrender to her primitive power over him, he pressed her open and plunged his tongue deep. He swept over every surface of that intoxicating mouth, drinking her in deeply.