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whispered, her anguish sweeter than any sound he’d heard in a long time.
    “We have work to do tonight,” he said sternly. “Be still and behave, and maybe you’ll get a reward.”
    “Maybe?”
    “Maybe.”
    “You should gag me,” she said to his surprise. “You should gag me so tightly that I can’t make more than a whimper of sound.”
    “Would that make it easier to bear?”
    “Yes!” she said with passion. Her hands were clenched and her toes curled as she wriggled in her bonds. He’d never seen a more tempting woman in his life. “Yes. Being bound helpless makes anything easier, even being tormented beyond human endurance.”
    It wasn’t nearly that bad yet. “Then I won’t gag you. I’ll teach you to do what I command, no matter what it costs you.”
    Shara moaned and bucked her hips and Damon doubted he could resist her if she did it again. “Please, Damon. Please!”
    If he could have punished her, he would have done so. But his plan required her skin to be untouched, and he had to continue with his scheme.
    On the other hand, he couldn’t resist her entreaty.
    He got a facecloth from the washroom, knotted it around the belt from the bathrobe. “Open wide,” he commanded and she opened that mouth, so pliant and submissive to his will Damon knew this would be only the first of many such scenes.
    “You’re letting me win,” she whispered with delight just before her teeth closed over the cloth.
    “Trust me—it’ll be a fleeting victory.”
    When she was gagged to comparative silence, Shara moaned so low and so deep he thought he might have to jerk off to complete his plan.
    But Damon gritted his teeth, forced himself to think of the ultimate reward, and then began to paint.
    * * *
    Shara couldn’t figure out what Damon was doing to her.
    She was bound helpless in his hotel room, shackled to a massage bench with a fiendishly perfect vibrator locked on her clit. There were fierce clamps on her nipples, tormenting her with a mix of anguish and pleasure with their naughty little teeth. She was blindfolded and gagged at her own request, unable to do anything to save herself and not really wanting a single detail to be different.
    She knew Damon was watching her, but he was doing something else as well.
    Whatever it was, it tickled. It felt wet for a moment, hot and then cold.
    And then it stung a little bit. Not too much, just for a second or two before the sensation faded. He seemed to be making circles on her body with something wet, something that stung when it dried. As he worked, she felt her skin come alive. She was aware of every increment he’d touched with whatever it was. She was left tingling from head to toe, and she became even more aroused as every minute passed.
    What was he doing? She understood him well enough to know he had a purpose and a plan. She felt stupid that she couldn’t figure it out.
    Shara couldn’t tell how long she’d been in his room. She could hear the fan of the air conditioning unit and the rhythm of Damon’s breathing. She could feel the heat of him close beside her. Her clit was raging and she wanted him to drill her more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.
    But he tormented her with more than his fleeting touch. He turned down the vibrator so it was nearly off, giving her a chance to catch her breath, then cranked it up again. She went to the cusp of release only to be cheated in the last moment, and did it more times than she could count.
    And all the while, that butterfly touch continued, across her back, over her shoulders, down her arms. The tickle was on her butt, down the backs of her thighs, teasing her calves.
    When she thought she couldn’t endure anymore, he blew all over her, his breath making her shiver. He unfastened the belt around her waist and she hoped that meant he was done. Instead, he turned her over, switching the corners where her ankles were secured. She almost smiled that he did it so meticulously, always keeping