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Master Niles was different than many Doms.

So far, he’d concentrated all of his laser-like attentions on her, giving her what she wanted, perhaps because she’d been the one to suggest they scene.

With a flick of his wrist, he shook out the throngs, and Brandy held her breath.

Slowly, footsteps echoing, making her writhe in anticipation, he walked around her, re-checking the restraints, running his fingers across her shoulders to ensure nothing was hyperextended.

She momentarily closed her eyes, forcing herself to breathe instead of demanding he get on with it.

Then, stunning her, he wrapped his arms around her, imprisoning her, one strong arm across her chest, the palm of his other hand pressing against her lower belly. The whip hung from one of his fingertips, the strands lying against her thigh. With the way she was tied and now held, she couldn’t move.

Her senses swam as he lowered a hand to cup her left breast.

Oh, God. His touch was masterful, and she surrendered to it…to him.

He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his touch exquisite and light.

When he came closer, his massive erection bumped against her.

Master Niles was as turned on as she was… Such a powerful realization.

As he increased the pressure, he moved his other hand lower to cup her mound.

“You’re so wet, beautiful Brandy,” he said.

She closed her eyes so she could let herself go. “Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Rub my clit, Sir. Let me come.”

“I might prefer that you don’t orgasm so I can keep you on edge.”

“Of course, Sir.” She took in two breaths, then forced out a single one quickly, a trick she’d learned years ago at a class for new subs. The action gave her a moment to sort through her thoughts and allowed her to think instead of simply reacting. “Whatever pleases you, Master Niles.”

Against her ear, he laughed. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Sir?” She opened her eyes and didn’t blink as she stared at his stunningly handsome face.

His full lips had curled in a devilish smile.

“Your leg muscles tensed. If you were a poker player, I’d call that a tell. What just came out of your mouth is in conflict with what you want.”

She hadn’t realized she’d tightened up.

In less than half an hour together, this man knew her reactions better than she did.

“Relax,” he urged. “I’ll let you know what I expect.”

He moved two fingers between her labia, her dampness serving as the lubrication for him to glide across her most tender flesh.

Because his touch was so compelling, she had no choice but to do as he said. As much as possible in the strict bondage, she surrendered to him, leaning back. “This is so sexy, Sir,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

At first, he used the gentlest of motions.

As she became wetter, he began to rub her clit and press into her.

She moaned, urging him on.

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