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I felt my body heat with nervousness, though desire was mixed in. Dane sat down and caressed my cheek. “I’m honored by your trust, and I won’t fail it.” He brought up a black eye mask. “This will free you more. I want you to think only of the pleasure.”

“But I want to see your body,” I whispered.

He immediately stood up and removed his clothing, revealing a masterpiece of carved, tanned muscle. I was transfixed. He had some hair near his navel, and lower. His engorged cock hung long and thick between his muscular thighs. He was perfect.

My fingers flexed, longing to touch him to make the moment more tangible, but the ties he bound me with held fast. I couldn’t move beyond his will.

He then turned around; he had angel wing tattoos on each shoulder blade, but that wasn’t the only thing there. He had several whip marks that scarred his skin. He moved to give me a closer look and I saw his back was puckered in places, like something had been pierced through the skin there.

I gasped inwardly. He must have endured a lot of pain to get those. It was jarring and at complete odds with the persona that had taken root in my mind. I didn’t know what to make of it.

“What happened?” I whispered.

“At one time, I enjoyed suspension, being hung by hooks through my back,” he explained. “I know the scars look frightening, but what happened was by my choice, a long time ago. They are part of me and my past.”

He smiled but went quiet, and I didn’t push him for more answers. While I didn’t understand how he could get pleasure from the pain, I didn’t have to. It was his choice, and he was healed. Therefore, I returned a smile that I hoped was equally as warm as his own.

He came over to my head and brushed his lips against mine. “Take a deep breath.” His deep voice filled the room, and I immediately sprang into action to follow his command. I drew in and blew out as he secured the mask over my eyes, blocking my vision. Once it was in place, I couldn’t see anything, and the reality of my state finally sank in. I was naked, bound, and completely at his mercy. I waited for the panic to set in, but instead I felt excitement.

I lay there, feeling his caresses as he moved his hands and lips over every inch of my body. The brush of his lips and hands down my arms…a tender twist of my nipples by his fingers followed by a soothing lave of his mouth…the sensual drag of his tongue down the surface of the skin on my thighs and legs. He touched until there wasn’t a part left that didn’t have his imprint. His focus was solely on me. He had placed me in the position to receive, to just enjoy myself, and surprisingly, I reveled in it.

I also became painfully aroused, yearning to come again. A brush of his tongue on my clit had me burning for more. I arched into his touch as much as my bindings would allow, hoping he’d linger, but his touches were light, less stimulating. I whimpered.

“You take what I want to give, Gia,” he whispered in my ear. “You will come when I’m ready for you to do so.”

Sweat broke out on my body as I tried to hold back from climaxing. The sensations were tormenting and amazing, and when he returned to the apex of my thighs, I panted hard. The light suck on my clit sent me to the breaking point. I moaned and shook in the restraints.

“Dane, I can’t hold out anymore,” I begged him.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, and my body clenched tight.

I then felt the slippery tip of his cock rub over my swollen clit. It had me moaning and arching once more, before his cock penetrated. He eased in farther, stretching my inner walls; Dane remained in control, not forcing it, moving his cock in and out of me like he had all the time in the world. His warm breath on my neck and the sound of his erotic moans made me wetter as I took more of him in.

He rested his weight above me and let his power of possession weigh on me. I didn’t think I could become more turned on, but I did. He ground his cock deep into me, stroking right up against my G-spot. He had me so close; I felt my body tighten and I moaned loudly as my body begged to come. “Please, Dane.”

“Don’t come yet, Gia,” he commanded. My body shook as I tried to meet his demand, but I was losing. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, rubbing sensually against my clit. I couldn’t hold on any longer, and he must have felt it.

“Let go,” Dane said, freeing me of his erotic hold. I called out his name as the orgasm crashed through me, my body gripping him fast as he pulsated deep, and his own release followed. It was thrilling.

I felt boneless in the bindings. I could only lie there as he removed the cuffs and the mask. He next massaged my wrists and ankles on the bed.

“I lost control,” he muttered. “You make me lose myself.”

I had lost myself too. I was giddy, joyous from the incredible orgasm. “Then lose yourself in me,” I whispered. I was grinning in full exhilaration. Dane went quiet. Had my comment made him uncomfortable? I tried to put him at ease.

“I’m happy that we both enjoyed ourselves. I didn’t mean any harm by what I said. Kiss me, please Dane.”

His lips pressed against my own and then gently covered my mouth. It was so natural, the most incredible experience of my life, the way we connected. Whatever came next hung between us, and we both went quiet, my own thoughts wondering what to expect. I was certain I wanted to spend more time in his company, but would he want more time in mine?

“I know you didn’t mean anything by telling me I could lose myself in you. I remember once or twice when someone said those words and meant it. It’s always that way in the beginning.” The somber expression on his face broke apart my euphoria. I reached up and touched his cheek to maintain the connection that had formed between us, but he moved away from my hand. “I’m sorry. I just need…to think.” He ran his hands through his hair then stood.

My face jumped as I worked to suppress the hurt that came over me. I hadn’t expected my touch would be rejected so soon after we had just shared something so intimate. Did he want to talk about what was upsetting him?

“Sometimes it’s harder to let go and move on,” I said quietly, my voice raspy. “There are times I think I stayed longer than I should have.”

“Perhaps I have too,” he replied. “You don’t easily give up on those you love.”

“Is that what has you upset now?” I asked gingerly, my voice just above a whisper. “Are you on a relationship break? Is she coming back?”

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