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rubbing gently. Amazing pleasure suffused her until she thought her legs might give out. She groaned when he stroked the sensitive tips of her breasts. His mood shifted, and he grasped her nipples, squeezing hard enough that it was all hurt and painful pleasure. She looked up at his face, and as he stared into her eyes, something way down deep in the darkest reaches of her psyche began to wake. Her pussy clenched; then her honey wet her inner thighs.
    Of fucking hell, why hadn’t she tried BDSM sooner?
    “Feel that? How the pleasure is different than what you normally feel when someone plays with your breasts? The pain has sensitized you, made you more aware of your body, conscious of how good it can feel once you push past the pain to the pleasure. Submit to me, Kira, and I will make you feel things you never even imagined were possible.”

Chapter Three
    The moment Bryan released Kira’s nipples, he shifted his arm around her back, ready to catch her if she fell. Her shriek became muffled against his chest as the blood rushed back into her nipples and her hands moved between them to cup her abused nubs. He couldn’t help but smile, pleased by the way her hips pressed against his and the unmistakable scent of her wet pussy reached his nose.
    Her beauty appealed to him in some way that was like all the notches in a key finally fitting the lock and turning it. Things he’d never considered as striking now enraptured him. The way her freckles spread over her shoulders and lightened as they neared where her panties covered her bum made him want to trace each dot with his tongue. Speaking of her arse, it was a work of art. A nice, big, fat bottom that deserved his worship. He was going to make that healthy bum pink, then red, and finally when she was begging for her release, he was going to make her come by fucking it.
    Hell, he wanted to fuck her right now. If she was any other submissive, he would have been buried up to his balls with her screaming his name. Chiding himself for acting like an eager baby Dom, he took a deep breath. He’d have to go slow with her. She was as green as the grass and as skittish as a fawn. That meant small toys, fingers, and tongues at first before moving on to anything more substantial.
    Like his aching cock.
    She moved closer to him, and he found himself wanting to soothe her. While he was tempted to coddle her, something unusual unto itself that he’d think about later, he knew it was past time to see all her body as he’d commanded. If she was truly hurting or terrified, he’d slow down, but if she was scared, she would soon get over it. If there was one thing he knew how to do well, it was coax the response he wanted out of a woman’s body.
    Dropping to his knees before her, he grasped her hips and rubbed his face against the softness of her round belly. “Place your hands on my shoulders.”
    She complied, a needy sound accompanying her squirming beneath his hands. Usually he found such lack of self-control a turnoff, but Kira had no idea what the rules were—yet. Her movements were natural, unstudied. An expression of her desire. He’d teach her protocol and, along the way, mold her into the kind of submissive men dreamed about, he dreamed about.
    He nibbled his way to her belly button, pausing to dip his tongue into the hollow, then bite along the edges. There was something very erotic about biting for him. The sight of his teeth marks on a woman’s body, the subtle crunch of skin almost breaking beneath his teeth made his dick ache. That was another reason he liked curvy women—there was more to bite. He didn’t have to feel like a dog trying to get some meat off a dry bone.
    Amused at his thoughts, he refocused on the task at hand. He’d give her a little bit of pain, watch her responses, and push her comfort zone while learning what aroused her. Kira needed to know pleasure from him first. To see what kind of ecstasy he could give her as a reward if she