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  Kayden smiled in reaction to the deep, throaty laugh that filled her kitchen. It bounced off the white maple cabinets to surround her and enhance the cozy feel of the small space. Handsome by any woman’s standards, Hunter was simply devastating when humor lit his face and his golden eyes sparked. Liking the warm tingly sensation she felt clear down to her bare, red polished toes, she vowed to make sure he laughed often during their time together.

  Ten minutes later, they were in the elevator. His chauffeur, facing forward, his back to them, carrying her overnight bag and laptop. Hunter carrying her. Snuggled against his broad chest and surrounded by the warmth of his heavy, wool overcoat, she buried her face against his shoulder, hoping like hell she didn’t run into any of her neighbors.

  A sneak peek when the doors opened revealed the small white-marbled lobby to be blessedly empty. Halfway through, Hunter stopped. The light tap of the chauffeur’s footsteps echoed in the high-ceilinged space as he continued on.

  “We’ll give Ray a few minutes to put your things in the trunk and come back to hold open the doors. We don’t want to risk you catching a cold.”

  The smile in his voice when he kissed the top of her head brought Kayden out of hiding to glance down at her curled, bare toes. When the man said she wouldn’t be allowed to bring anything, she hadn’t taken him literally. She wouldn’t make that mistake again.

  When Ray returned, Kayden snuggled tighter against Hunter to provide a smaller target for the slicing, winter wind.

  The coordinated exchange from one comfortably heated environment to the next was accomplished within a matter of seconds.

  All in all, not a bad way to travel. A girl could get use to this type of TLC.

  Fully expecting to be settled in the soft black leather seat next to Hunter, she was surprised when he kept her in his lap.

  “Comfy?” He smoothed a section of wayward hair back over her shoulder.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Reach over and hit the second button up from the left on the panel in front of you,” he said as the limo moved smoothly into the steady stream of Saturday Chicago traffic.

  Fully aware she’d be exposing half her body if she did, since her arms weren’t actually in the sleeves of his coat, she glanced at the back of Ray’s head and then at Hunter.

  He captured her chin between his thumb and finger. “From this moment on, you’re mine—completely. So I suggest you start acting like it.”

  “For the next month,” she felt a deep need to clarify. Bathed in the golden heat of his unflinching gaze, she fleetingly wondered whose benefit the reminder was for.

  “Until the day our relationship ends.”

  His choice of words caused her pause. But since the outcome would be the same no matter how it was worded, she took a bracing breath and reached for the button.

  As feared, the coat fell away, leaving one breast bare.

  There was a soft hum, followed by the appearance of a darkly tinted window slicing away the view of the driver. Her prayer that it complete its ascent before Ray looked into the rearview mirror proved unnecessary as his eyes never left the road.

  The light pressure of Hunter’s hand against her cheek returned her attention to him. “The only man that need concern you is the one whose lap you’re sitting in. What other people see,” he slid his hand down the length of her neck, over her shoulder, across her chest to firmly cup her breast, “or think doesn’t matter.” He slackened the arm behind her back so she lay more still. “Open your legs.”

  Holding his gaze, she let her outer leg drop to the floor, the butt plug shifted at the sudden change of position. She sucked in a breath and raised her hips.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No,” she admitted, warmed by the concern in his voice. “It just takes a bit of getting used to.” She settled back down, shifting to find the most comfortable position.

  “You will. In time.” He reached down and palmed her pussy, extending the tips of his finger to lightly pump the plug. “You’ll come to love having something in your ass. A toy,” he pushed with a light steady pressure and held, “my cock.”

  Stirred by both the physical stimulus and his words, Kayden moaned. Yes, she wanted that. Couldn’t wait. If the small plug generated this kind of pleasure, she could only imagine what something bigger would do. In an attempt to enhance the pressure, she thrust her hips.

  “Like that, do you? Let’s see how much.”

  She barely had time to bemoan the loss of his touch when he dragged his finger up through her slick folds and slipped easily inside her welcoming heat. He played awhile—pumping, sliding, twirling until she wanted scream.

  “Tell me what you want,” he demanded with quiet authority, as if he couldn’t guess by all the wriggling and writhing she was doing.

  “Another finger. Please, Hunter, use two.”

  The slow, penetrating glide of the second finger nearly drove her mad as it stretched and filled. Once embedded, she couldn’t believe how full she felt. Had it not been for the toy in her ass, she would have begged for another of his long, thick fingers in her hot, aching pussy. But there was no space left.

  When he didn’t move, she began softly pumping her hips. God, she was so close to coming, why wasn’t he moving? She pumped harder. Closed her eyes.

  “Be still.”

  Be still. Was he kidding? Focused totally on her building orgasm, she bucked her hips, driving his fingers incredibly deeper. Oh God, yes. Once more—

  The sudden emptiness shocked her eyes open. He’d pulled out!

  “When I tell you to be still, I mean still.”

  Not until she blinked him into focus did the sternness in his voice register. “But I was so close to—”

  “I know exactly how close you were. It doesn’t matter. You’ll come only when commanded or granted permission. You may think it cruel at first, but will soon learn the longer you wait, the more gratifying it will be and the more you’ll appreciate it.”

  Her attempt to close her legs and sit up was aborted by a heavy hand on her thigh. “I said I didn’t want you to orgasm. I didn’t say I was done playing.”

  Chapter Eight

  By the time they pulled into the private underground parking lot beneath Club Kimberlite, Kayden was so hot and worked up she’d slipped back into cat-in-heat mode. Complete with yowling. For at least the last fifteen minutes of the ride.

  Before that, she vaguely remembered being able to string two coherent thoughts together. Like being fairly certain the dark-tinted glass kept the chauffeur from seeing anything, but having serious doubts about the soundproofing in the limo. But subjected to Hunter’s sweet, manipulative torture, her concerns for embarrassment had gone the way of her pride, preempted by her escalating frustration and the desperate need thrumming between her legs. She’d never been so turned on in her life. And God love the man for his consummate skill, she knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

  Snuggled back inside Hunter’s coat, hugging her overnight bag, Kayden was barely aware of her surroundings as he carried her the short distance to the elevator that led to his private quarters above the club. All her focus was centered on her deprived pussy and the tip of the big stiff cock prodding her side. With any luck, it would shortly be prodding where she most needed it. That he was as turned on as she was brought her some measure of satisfaction. Her concentration wholly on her unrequited lust and the steady, effortless rise and fall of the large chest she was pressed against, the trip to his bedroom was a blur of black, white, glistening crystal and shiny chrome.

  The man really needed to put some color in his life.

  The fleeting thought vaporized when he let her feet drop to the dense, white bedroom carpet.

  “On the bed,” he commanded in a low voice, taking her bag and stripping his coat from her shoulders.

  “As you wish.” She added a bit of sway to her hips for added enticement and reaching the foot of the bed, she turned. “How do you wan
t me? Back or stomach?”

  The sexy little smile that lifted the corners of his mouth made her belly do a double flip.

  “On your knees. Facing away from me. Show me how ready you are.”

  Thinking of the limo ride, she zeroed in on his muscular right thigh.

  Like the wet spot on his dress pants from her overflow of pussy juices wasn’t proof enough?

  Not about to point that out, she obeyed without question. Whatever it took to get her laid, she was more than happy to do.

  He wanted proof? She would damn well give it to him.

  Back in cat-mode, like a kitty having its back lovingly stroked, she undulated up onto the black brocade bedspread until she was nearly nose to button with the round, red, tufted throw pillow at the head of the bed, the only bold splash of color in the room. Hands planted in line with her shoulders, she eased her knees apart. Going for maximum spread, she almost did a nose-dive into the pillow. It was while she was stabilizing herself that she realized, in light of Hunter’s earlier disclosure, the twinkling stones comprising the triangular button in the center of the pillow were most likely a conglomerate of small diamonds. Sure he couldn’t see her, she rolled her eyes, until she realized she could use the tiny gems as a focal point. Better them than the picture she presented, all spread open, swollen and glistening from the probing and teasing he’d done earlier.

  It only took several seconds to come to the conclusion it was a fruitless exercise. Hunter had done too good a job in making her aware of her body and its needs. The taunting fullness in her ass accentuated the keen emptiness on the other side of its thin wall. Amazing how quickly she was getting use to the small onyx intruder. She often wondered why many sex toys were tapered when a man’s cock was not. More than likely because they didn’t have a wide, strong pelvis behind it, determined to keep it in place. That picture made her insides clench and an unavoidable moan to escape.

  In the process of unbuttoning his shirt, Hunter’s head came up at the small, soft sound coming from the bed. After his first initial long look to make sure she’d followed his instructions…

  Hunter frowned. When the hell had he last lied to himself? So long ago, he couldn’t even remember. He’d looked his fill, wanting nothing more than to walk over and plant his aching cock so far up inside her, it would form a memorable acquaintance with her womb.

  He forced his concentration back to removing his clothes, determined to take his time. It would serve as a lesson of patience for her and allow him the time needed to get in the right mindset. It was a wasted endeavor. Watching his fingers work their way down his shirtfront only reminded him of where they’d last been. Sliding around inside her wet, snug pussy until the first flutters of an orgasm forced him to pull out. The little frustrated sounds she’d made as she’d squirmed in his lap had gotten him so hard that he’d come dangerously close to taking her in the limo. Thankfully, by the time his control threatened to snap, they’d been too close to the club to do the first time they’d make love any justice.

  He curled the fingers of his right hand into his palm to stave off the strong urge to bring them up to his face. The smell or taste of her right now would demolish his plans to take things slow.

  To remove himself from temptation’s path, he moved across the room and into his massive walk-in closet. The dimmed can-lights along the ceiling’s perimeter automatically brightened. Hunter glanced up to where one touch of a button would retract several concealed panels to reveal the necessary apparatus for a variety of suspension devices. A man who made his own rules, he wasn’t about to follow some preconceived notion that dungeons needed to be dark and dreary. When he took control of a woman’s body, he wanted enough light to see every subtle change in expression and body. Especially when it was his woman.

  He was eagerly looking forward to bringing Kayden in here, relishing the fascination on her face when he showed her all the room’s cleverly hidden secrets. Her bold, curious nature wouldn’t allow her reaction to be anything less.

  On his way to the back of the closet, he bumped his fingers along the row of dime-sized diamonds along the underside of the two-inch granite lip of the six-foot-long island of drawers. He pressed the last two and went to stand in front of the first section of the mirrored back wall that slid open.

  Retrieving the butt plug remote from his pants pocket, he activated it.

  A soft squeal followed by a delicious tortured moan flowed to him from the bedroom.

  He smiled.

  Reaching back, he placed the control on the island, stripped off his rumpled clothes and tossed them into the built-in clothes bin. He passed his hand over the electronic eye to close that section and moved over to the next. He took several moments to admire the onyx and diamond collar displayed there. One of two very important gifts he would bestow upon Kayden when the time was right. The rare, red, flawless ten-carat triangular diamond in each matched to perfection.

  He didn’t have to close his eyes to imagine how this gift would look on her. Blessed with an innate eye for detail, Hunter had made sure the satin it was displayed on matched Kayden’s creamy skin tone. Hunter ran his fingertips over the collar’s cool smooth surface before grabbing the box that contained the toe ring he would put on her after he claimed her scrumptious body.

  He returned to the bedroom as quietly as he’d left, pleased to see Kayden was still in the exact position he’d left her in.

  His cock pulsed at her open, receptive position. If every sub came to him so well prepared and determined, his training numbers would double. Though, if things turned out as he’d planned, those days were numbered. At least where otherwomen were concerned.

  Taking out the toe ring, he slipped it onto his left little finger and set the box down on the glass wall-table beside the closet’s entrance.

  On his way to the bed, he confiscated the nipple clamps from her overnight case and, crawling up behind her, positioned himself between her legs. “Rise up on your knees. Slowly.” Governing her ascent by hooking his arms beneath hers, he slipped his cock between her legs and rode it over the beads on her thong, pressing harder when he reached the ones over her clit.

  “Please, Hunter.” She paused on a stuttering breath. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

  “Not much longer.” He thrust and canted his hips, enjoying the moist heat against the top of his straining cock, the clench of her soft ass against the tautness of his stomach and the strain of her leg muscles as they protested being held open by his.

  Lowering his hands to cup and test the soft, pliable texture and warm weight of her breasts, he bent his head to lay a trail of teasing kisses along her shoulder, nosing her hair aside to get to the fragrant niche behind her ear. There, he filled his lungs with her heady scent. With few exceptions, one of the first things he demanded of a sub was to change her perfume. Not Kayden.

  Unlike too many women catering to their own tastes by wearing an overpowering sweet floral fragrance more apt to stiffen a man’s nose than his cock, she exuded a subtle, musky scent. One that entrenched itself into a male’s subconscious. Indulging in another whiff, he switched his grip on her breasts to a slow, massaging pull, inching his way to the tips, until he captured her pebbled nipples in a tempered pinch.

  He rolled, tugged, squeezed, increasing and decreasing the pressure, using the slight changes that passed to his body from hers to gauge the level of pain she could endure. When he was certain where her current boundaries lay, he reached down for the nipple clamps. “Have you ever worn nipple clamps?”

  “No Sir.”

  “Tomorrow, over breakfast,” he nuzzled her neck, “we’ll discuss your sexual preferences and dislikes.” He traced his tongue along the lower edge of her ear, delighting in her tiny shiver. “Reach back and grasp my shoulders. Don’t let them down until I tell you.”

  When he felt the soft, light weight of her hands, he plucked and played with her left nipple until it kernelled and lengthened enough to attach the first clamp. Once
in place, he screwed the onyx cylinder until she hissed a small breath between her teeth, waited until she relaxed, then gave it another quarter turn.

  She whimpered but didn’t protest.

  Perfect.

  After attaching the second one, he ran his hand down her quivering stomach to the front of the thong and using his fingertip, traced through the stencil of his initials. Dipping his finger lower, he rotated the first bead over her clit. It rolled easily. A sign of how ready and excited she was. A good thing, since he was more than ready. “I believe the time has come to get rid of the thong.”

  Chapter Nine

  Her patience strung to the breaking point, Kayden closed her eyes and took a sharp, deep breath. Her lungs emptied on a hiss when the motion enhanced the pinch of the clips dangling from her nipples. She froze, letting the snippet of pain fade.

  Hunter’s hands moved to her hips.

  Damning him and his cursed fortitude, she concentrated on the warmth of those big, supporting hands and shallowed her breathing. She bit back a demand that he remove the clips. All too sure he would know the reason had little to do with pain itself, and everything to do with the invisible hotwire link straight to her pussy and the shocking aftermath of pleasure.

  His hands skimmed up and down her sides several times, painting a trail of warmth. “You okay?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Put your hands back on the bed.”

  More mindful of the clamps, she moved slowly. The chain swung away from her body and her sensitive nipples took the full weight of the thick gold links. Her muffled moan turned into a yelp when Hunter’s palm landed across her ass.

  Jarred forward, the chain swung out sharply and snapped back. Her next moan was full blown.

  “Much better.” The lack of sympathy in his tone was contradictory to the soothing hand he ran over the spot he’d abused. “How can you expect me to learn your limits if you continually suppress your reactions?”