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Chapter 11

Nathan hooked his index fingers through the rings sewn into the thick leather cuffs, pulling her with him as he backed up.

They stopped under the chandelier. She held her wrists out at waist height as he threaded one end of the rope through both cuffs and pulled, drawing her wrists up.

“This is quick release,” he said as he started to tie the rope to itself in one of those complicated knots all Doms and Masters seemed to love. “If you need a break, just say so.”

Tara looked up at her bound hands which were stretched above her head, but not pulled so tight that it forced her upper arms against her ears, or would stress her shoulders or wrists. “I’ll let you know if I plan to dramatically collapse in my bonds. I don’t want to pull that thing down on my head.”

Nathan laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Dramatically collapse in your bonds? I kind of want to make that happen, but while this fixture is secure, I don’t know if it’s suspension-play level secure, so please let me know if dramatic collapse is imminent.” He finished looping and tucking the excess rope to keep it out of the way.

“I will let you know,” Tara agreed solemnly.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” His lips twitched. “Stay here.”

Tara tensed, but she shook it off, one brow arching. “You’re leaving?” She was fairly certain the question had seemed nicely casual.

“I am. Because you’re short.”

At that, Tara sputtered in outrage, remembered anxiety forgotten. Nathan slipped out, leaving the door cracked. She listened to his quick footsteps retreat, then return. He toed the door open, carried in a counter-height stool, then closed the door. He set the stool in front of her, legs spread and braced so she now occupied the space between his knees.

Nathan gestured at himself. “Like I said, you’re short. This way, I don’t have to bend over or reach up the way I would in a regular chair.”

“I would hate for your arms to get tired while you were torturing my breasts.”

“Right?” Nathan grinned and grabbed her hips, yanking her forward a half step, until her thighs were wedged between his. He leaned in, burring his face between her breasts. The way he exhaled seemed almost like relief—the kind of relief someone felt when they came home at the end of a long day and lay on the couch.

She wished she had a hand free to stroke his hair, maybe cradle his head there. Hold him. Keep him.

Nathan turned his head, his silky hair brushing against the inner curve of her left breast. He kissed and licked her right breast, and the tender feeling faded as arousal surged to the forefront.

Tara twisted, trying to guide her nipple into his mouth, which was currently placing open-mouthed kisses along the inner curve of her tit.

A sharp spank sent her up on her toes with a gasp. Nathan’s face was still hidden against her breast, but she felt him smile.

“The rope is quick release. I can easily put you over my knee if it will help you remember who is in control.”

“Sorry, Sir,” she breathed.

He lifted his head. “I want to try something.”

“You’ve mentioned that. Several times.”

Another smile. “Something different.” The smile faded. “I want you to use my name. Instead of ‘Sir’ or…any other title.”

Tara hid her surprise, studying his face. He was frowning slightly, looking at her waist rather than her face or breasts, as if he were embarrassed by the request.

“Yes, Nathan.” She shivered unexpectedly. Nathan. Her friend. Now, at least temporarily, her Dom.

The last Dom she’d ever have.

His fingers flexed against her, digging in to her hips. He let out a heavy breath, then leaned in and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Tara’s head fell back as he switched from sucking to biting and tugging. He teased her with tongue and teeth, always changing to keep the sensation fresh. Back to sucking, then biting gently.

Her heartbeat thudded in her ears, her face muscles aching as she screwed up her face, eyes closed so she could better concentrate on the feelings. Her pussy clenched each time a particularly effective touch made euphoria prickle through her like the trailing sparks of a firework. He cupped her free breast, taking the weight of her tit in his big hand and digging his fingers in until her flesh plumped between them.

Distracted by the pleasure of his mouth and hands on her breasts, the spank took her by surprise. Tara lurched with a yelp as his hands smacked her ass. Given that her nipple was held gently between his teeth when she moved, the resulting flare of pain from her nipple matched that of the sting on her bottom.

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