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one leg bound, and holding her free ankle firmly in his grip. There was no chance of escape, which in a way was as much of a relief as the gag.
    Damon was in complete control.
    There was nothing Shara could do to influence her situation.
    He would do exactly what he wanted with her.
    She was amazed by how much she was loving that.
    When her ankles were secured once more, he fastened the belt around her waist again, tugging it tight to secure her to the table.
    “You look more at ease than you did before,” he whispered, then she felt his tongue on her nipple. His touch eased around the nipple clamp, and she felt his hand slide between the vibrator and her clit. He caught her between his fingers and squeezed slightly, not enough to make her come but enough to drive her wild. Shara moaned into the gag in protest and he laughed, his breath fanning her turgid nipple.
    She knew she should have expected him to turn up the vibrator again.
    She felt him watch her writhe on the table, heard him chuckle in satisfaction as she moaned, then that butterfly tickle began again on her belly. She roared frustration into the gag and he locked a possessive hand over her mouth. The weight of his palm felt fantastic, exactly what she needed.
    “You’re driving me wild,” he admitted and Shara’s heart leaped at the husky tone of his voice. “I’m going to have to show you how much you like being fucked when you’re bound helpless.”
    She moaned her approval of the idea, squirming in her bonds to show her enthusiasm.
    “But only if you’re good until I finish this side.”
    She’d never make it.
    She’d never survive this.
    But she had to try, if it was the only chance of relief.
    * * *
    Shara looked even more perfect when he was done.
    Damon surveyed his handiwork, pleased with the results. He could feel her quivering with anticipation, and knew they were both looking forward to the culmination of this scene.
    “You probably want to see what I’ve done,” he said and she nodded vigorously.
    He removed the gag, liking how soft and swollen her lips were. He couldn’t keep himself from running a fingertip over them, rubbing them until they were reddened from his touch.
    “Please,” she whispered and he removed the dildo, feeling her tremble as the stimulus was removed. Then he unfastened one ankle, removing the shackle and putting her shoe back on. He rested a fingertip on her foot and she didn’t move, clearly determined to earn her reward. When both of her shoes were on, he unfastened the belt around her waist. He unclipped the wrist shackles from the table and helped her to her feet, then locked them together behind her back. He trapped her between the table and his hips, letting her feel his arousal against her butt. She rolled her hips in an effort to tempt him that worked beautifully. When he put his gloved hand over her mouth, she arched her neck, rubbing her mouth against his palm and making a hungry sound in her throat.
    He kissed her neck. “Should I gag you when I take you?”
    “With leather,” she whispered. “Maybe with your gloved hand.”
    “Maybe we’ll save that for the island,” he whispered. “So the others can’t find you once I’ve caught you.”
    “Make it good and tight,” she said, her request making his heart pound.
    He caught her head in his hand and kissed her deeply, trapping her against the table while he claimed her mouth. She wobbled on her shoes a little, but kissed him back every bit as vigorously. When he lifted his head, they were both panting. He put the leash on the nipple clamps, loving how she bit her lip in consternation but made no sound. He then lead her to the mirror by the leash, letting the tug on her red nipples guide her. He stood behind her and fitted his hands around her waist for a moment.
    She looked amazing.
    Then he removed the blindfold, leaving her hair tousled and wild.
    Shara stared at her reflection with wide eyes and a flush rose over her cheeks. “You’ve