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He lifted the feathered teaser, flicking it with short quick motions so that the feathers gently lashed her breasts. She leaned in trying to increase the sensation.

“You’re right,” he murmured. “You look more than just frustrated.”

“I guess frustrated and angry aren’t far apart.”

“You make me want to do something I’ve never done before,” Nathan said.

That had Tara going still, tension and anticipation freezing her in place.

“And what’s that?”

“I want to tease you until you’re so angry that you lash out. I want to push you to behave badly.”

“I thought you didn’t need an excuse to punish me.”

“I don’t. That’s what makes this odd.” He looked deceptively casual with his head resting against the back of the couch, looking at her from beneath half-lowered lids. “But some fucked-up part of me wants you to try and fight me.”

Tara’s eyes widened.

“I want you to fight me so I can hold you down. Make sure you feel exactly how helpless you are because I’m more physically powerful than you.”

His words were shocking, but shock was not her primary reaction. Desperate arousal clawed her, clenching every muscle in her body. She felt fresh arousal fluid between her labia, and pool against the latex panties.

“That’s not normally part of my scenes. Not how I play,” he said softly.

“No,” she said in agreement. “It’s not something I look for either.”

Nathan sat up tossing aside the teaser and gripping her hips. “But?”

“But,” she agreed.

Neither one of them completed the thought.

But with you I want it.

But I trust you enough to do it.

Nathan cupped her breasts, thumbs pressed to the lower curve of her areola just below the nipple. Tara groaned between clenched teeth.

“You deserve to be teased.” Nathan’s voice was so low she almost wondered if he was talking to himself, the words not meant for her. “You deserve to experience this game and our items the way they were intended.”

She wanted to interject but stayed quiet, watching him as he looked at her breasts, cupped in his big hands.

“The problem is me. I can’t do it.” Finally he looked up. “I can’t tease you. I want you too much.”

Tara made a soft whimpering sound of need that would have embarrassed her in any other situation.

Nathan gripped her hips, fingers digging in. “Saying I should tease you is like asking a starving man to have a glass of water when there’s a feast waiting for him.”

Nathan’s thumbs slid over her nipples, pressing hard enough that her whole breast indented. Then he dropped his hands, palms skimming down her body before he rested his long arms along the back of the couch.

“Last chance to back out.” His voice was low and rough with need.

“Last chance?”

A smile flickered across his face, lightening the intense expression, though his gaze still slid over her mostly naked body in a way that was distinctly possessive and appreciative.

“Well, last chance, unless you ask me to stop, use a safe word, etc,” he amended.

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