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insult,” he says. “I demand your trust. I won’t betray it.”
    I find myself nodding. My insides are a riot. He’s not treating me like me at all, he’s treating me like just another sub. Like ‘Lauren’. Like this is nothing more than a game to him.
    “I will give you everything I have,” he says, deep and slow, as if he can read my mind. “You will give me all of you as well. No corner will remain untouched. No part of you unexplored. I will possess you, completely, thoroughly. And from now on, as I’ve done with every submissive before you…I will call you Leah.”

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Leah
 
    He eases me down onto my back and spreads my arms out. I’m surprised to feel something soft, wet, and warm come down on my shoulder, right beside the strap of my teddy. My eyes flutter and rush up to him. I find him smirking slightly and realize he just kissed me there.
    “You may look at me while I tie you,” he says quietly.
    Hearing him give me instructions like that stuns me for a second, but I quickly get over it and try to focus on playing my role. I look at his bruised and chiseled chest, then dare a quick glance at his handsome face. Was I really in this very room with him last night? It seems impossible to believe right now. Does he remember last night? He’s giving me mixed signals. I’m so confused.
    He takes my hands in his—his touch is neither gentle nor firm, but disappointingly utilitarian, after the kiss I just received—and ties them with some binds that seem to have been attached to the bed, just hidden under the mattress.
    “You look nice tied to my bed.” He’s crouching on the mattress beside me, the leather of his pants stretching around his hard, strong legs; his upper body stunning, even if it is marred by bruises and cuts. I let my gaze run up his lower abs and feel a little warm between my legs, despite the weirdness of this.
    He moves between my legs and spreads my thighs with his big hands, then takes his pants down, revealing a huge, hard cock. I’ve never been a big fan of the c-word, but that’s what this is. A thick, long cock with magnificent balls hanging below. The head is pointed at his navel; the shaft already veined and straining.
    Oh, God.
    He looks into my eyes, and I feel like I can almost see the person that I used to know. Then his lids drop lower, his cheekbones flush a little, and he leans down between my thighs.
    I squirm as he breathes against my pussy. I’m so warm and wet already, his teasing breath makes me lift my hips. He curls his finger underneath the fabric of the thong I found in my bag this morning, stretches it away from my skin, and pops my pussy with it.
    “Don’t move,” he says, holding my gaze as he brings his mouth back over me.
    I’m throbbing now. Aching inside. I want to be full of him. I want him to stuff that gorgeous cock deep inside me. I know it might hurt again, but I don’t care. I want it so much, I can feel my nipples harden.
    I watch the top of his dark head as he leans down and starts to lick me—long, slick, gentle strokes that start light as a feather on my swollen clit and increase in pressure as he drags his tongue through my lips. He pushes the tip of it inside me and I moan and try to—
    “Fuck!” My hands! I can’t grab him. I roll my hips beneath him and he raises his eyes. “Leah, that was bad. You broke the rules.”
    He licks me once more, dragging moisture from my opening to the forbidden area below, then surprises me by getting up, reaching across the bed.
    He opens a little black box I hadn’t noticed before and pulls out something small and rubbery, followed by a bottle of lubricant.
    He squirts a pearl of it onto his fingertip and flicks his gaze at me.
    “Stay still from now on,” he orders.
    Then he comes back in between my legs and smears the lube from in between my wet lips, down over my core—where he takes a brief detour inside me with his fingertip—and down lower. I feel his finger against my