Page 97 of Betrayed

“If you’re seeking a thrill, I have a surprise for you tonight that will put thoughts of driving my 911 right out of your head.”

“What?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

He was on the main highway, the jail in their rearview and forgotten, for now, when he reached over and picked up her hand. He transferred it to his thigh where he laid it flat, covering it with his own as he laced their fingers together.

She rolled her head on the headrest, taking in his perfect profile. “I really do like your car, honey. But that clutch...” Mari wrinkled her nose. “I’ll pass. It’s a much nicer ride from this seat with you in control.”

“Good to know, but you’re getting a few extra swats tonight for giving me crap.”

“With your martinet? Yes, sir,” she said with a grin.

He slowly shook his head, chuckling. “I’ve created a monster.”

“Nope, you’ve just set the masochist in me free.”

He lifted her hand to his lips. “And thank fuck for that.”

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HER BODY TREMBLED WITHanticipation as she heard his footsteps on the hardwood floor behind her. They echoed in the near-empty room, known in the club asSenseiJonas’ Shibari dojo, which ironically didn’t have a single piece of rope in sight.

Not tonight. Although they were learning more from Jonas week by week. Arturo had reserved the room with an altogether different purpose in mind, to introduce her to his bullwhip.

Just the thought of it made her nipples hard and caused the heat and wetness to flood her pussy. Her head fell back as a shudder of arousal swept through her. As it did, she took in the suspension rigging in the ceiling above her and dangling from a pulley and chain, the spreader bar that held her cuffed wrists in position. If she looked down, she’d see a mirror image at her feet, a bar of the same length, separating her cuffed ankles.

“You are stunning like this.”

Lost in her own world of swirling anticipation, his whispered words in her ear didn’t startle her as much as they thrilled her. Surely, he must be ready to begin by now.

“You’re trembling,” he observed as he moved around in front, his hand trailing across her back, to her hip then upward in a slow line to her breasts. He tucked the handle of his whip under his arm and brought his other hand up, claiming both nipples at once. Without a warmup, he rolled them and tugged hard, causing a moan to break free.

“So very responsive,” he murmured, lowering his lips for a kiss as he kept up the pressure.

His tongue plunged into her mouth, owning it thoroughly as he compressed the hard tips with his thumb and forefinger. When he lifted his head, he latched onto her lower lip with his teeth, giving it a little nip before he let go. At her tormented groan, a heady invitation for more—not that he needed one—his teeth flashed with his devil’s grin.

After releasing her nipples, his muscular arms encircled her body, steadying her as she swayed in her restraints. Everywhere they touched, she was alive with sensation. From the brush of his skin against hers, to his hands slow and thorough caressing, to the light sprinkling of dark hair on his chest abrading her nipples until they tingled, and she ached ever more for him.

She drew in deep drafts of air, attempting to control her passion, but it pulsed through her body, demanding to be set free.

“Arturo, sir, please,” she panted.

“Patience. We have the room for two hours.”As he spoke, his fingers slid down her belly and between her thighs, testing the wetness of her pussy. “You’re dripping wet already. What will you do when my whip bites, giving you what you want so badly,ma soumise?”

“I’ll come, sir. I’ll have no choice.”

He grinned. “This first time, you may come at will. I’ll enjoy hearing your screams of sensual pain, as will our audience.”

She stiffened, beginning to turn toward the windows behind her.

His hand caught her chin. “Ah, ah, eyes front. Let them watch and dream.”

“Yes, sir.”

Smiling down at her, he slid his fingers over her clit, moving back and forth, and around in small circles until the writhing of her body rattled the suspension chains overhead. Then they moved back, dipping into her center two at a time, adding a finger to make it three, as his thumb stimulated the pearly nub up front.

“I’m going to come now, sir.”

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