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“Fine, sweet sir,” she teased in her usual way.

“Better.” As I pulled away, it was impossible not to admire her sweet pussy, the way her plump lips glistened from how wet she’d become. I took a few seconds to brush my fingers down from her neck, holding my breath for fear of doing nothing more than taking her like some crazed man.

My gut told me she needed more, someone who paid attention to her needs even more than I’d done before. “I’ll be right back.”

For a brief second, the look of fear on her face was stifling but at least her usual defiance had returned. Why was it that I felt even more protective?

And why did I have the distinct feeling the worst things she’d been through in her life had been done by her own family?

That angered me more than I’d been my entire life.

And I would find out.

CHAPTER 23

Braxton

Rope.

I was still rusty in my rope skills, but I had a feeling cold, hard steel wasn’t something she could tolerate tonight.

As I brought the two thick coils of rope and a blindfold, the look in Jasmine’s eyes was unreadable. I thought for certain she was going to insist I stop whatever I was doing but she chewed on her lower lip instead.

It surprised me when she didn’t move at all after I’d unfastened the belt, taking my time to replace it by tying her wrists separately. But I felt her heated gaze the entire time, her eyes questioning yet telling me in no uncertain terms she was going to trust me.

Maybe we both needed this for some crazy reasons.

The closeness.

The letting go.

The surrender to both our passions.

When I was finished, I held up the blindfold, allowing her to see there was nothing odd about it.

“What’s that for?” she asked in another tiny voice.

“Heightening your senses.”

“Not possible.”

“You need to trust me, little koala. Can you do that?”

At first, I wasn’t entirely certain she was going to answer me, but she nodded first then breathed the single word. “Yes.”

“Good girl. You are far too beautiful and I plan on showing you just how much so.” I’d seen the feather in the drawer and a rush of excitement had hit me. It would be perfect implement to counter any effects of pain.

She arched her back again but this time from both a hint of fear as well as excitement. The combination made her face flush and goosebumps pop along her arms and neck. I gently lifted her head, sliding the blindfold in place.

The way she sucked in her breath, stretching the bindings once again drove the hunger to a new height. I could do nothing but enjoy exploring her body for a couple of hours. She twisted back and forth, stiffening only when I pressed my lips against hers. I sensed her desire was as powerful as mine, but I was determined to maintain some level of control.

After backing away, I remained silent and could tell she was trying to see underneath the blindfold. The luscious woman seemed to know where I was instinctively, every muscle in her body tense. So much of the bad man inside of me longed to tease her for an extended period of time but the last thing she could handle was me disappearing.

It was something else I knew instinctively.

I pulled the feather and the smaller tawse from the drawer, bringing both to the nightstand. I did intend on leaving her long enough to grab my last two tools. I moved quickly into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet, filling it with ice cubes.

The last item I wanted took me some time to find. The thick pillar candle was perfect, an item so many people didn’t have any longer, preferring the battery-operated ones. While I understood their draw, there was no substitute for real, melted wax.

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