Page 4 of Bound in the Dark

Master H tilted his head back and laughed.

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"Your focus should be on me and not on what anyone else is doing."

Highdive studied the woman in front of him with a hunger he hadn't felt in a long time. He had been ready to walk away thinking she was just looking for a Dom to treat her like shit. But if she was telling the truth, and he thought she was, the challenge of finding a way to get her to relax enough to come would be an interesting diversion.

Her observations about him were more accurate than he preferred to admit. He had noticed her before, she was hard to overlook, but had always assumed she was either a Domme or just a voyeur. Luna's body was a perfect mix of toned muscle and just enough curves to keep her appearance from being masculine. Her chestnut hair held amber highlights that were reflected in her eyes that were so light the color was almost gold.

Seeing her kneeling naked in front of his table had been a pleasant surprise. Standing on display she was a work of art. How inept had her previous partners been to not satisfy this beauty?

"I can focus on you and my surroundings."

“Already arguing with me?” Highdive raised an eyebrow.

Color brightened her cheeks and he didn't think this woman often blushed. Her observations about her surroundings told him more than she guessed. Hyper-awareness was usually the result of trauma or training. Since her file didn't have the mark they used to denote military or law enforcement he was guessing something had happened in her childhood. Breaking her out of that state once would be easy enough.

Training her to let go regularly so she could enjoy any type of sex, would take time. It would be a challenge. Something he hadn't had with a woman in a long time.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

"Accepted.” He paused for a moment, getting his thoughts together. “Reaching climax is the ultimate release of control. No matter how prettily you kneel, I don’t think you’ve ever given up control to anyone. I have a proposition for you." A plan formed in his mind.

"What do you want?" She looked up at him with suspicion in her eyes.

Her wariness spoke volumes. Trust was an issue. Even though he was confident that everything she had said was the truth it was only the smallest portion of the picture. Usually after reading a woman's file he knew everything he needed to know.

The essay style questions revealed more than most people believed. Word choice, sentence structure, which questions had long answers and which were barely answered exposed hidden desires and needs. Her answers had left him with nothing but more questions.

They were dry statements of fact lacking any adjectives or expression of emotion. If Highdive hadn't seen the raw need in Luna's eyes when she first looked up at him he would have thought her a reporter or student researcher, not someone who craved submission. For the first time in his life he wanted to get inside a woman's head, not just her body.

Maybe he was a fool infected by the fact that so many of his Brothers were settling down that he wasn't as adverse to the possibility anymore. Or maybe it was the fact that he had been watching her for months and the puzzle she represented was too much of a temptation. The fact that she didn't want a commitment from him or an emotional attachment was a challenge he wanted to overcome.

"Give over control to me. I will make sure your focus is only on me and what you are feeling. But only the first orgasm is free."

Her surprise was only evident by a slight widening of her eyes. She held the position he had put her in perfectly with not a single muscle twitch to betray what she was feeling. Luna's control was impressive.

"You want me to pay you?"

Highdive enjoyed the outrage that was subtle within her voice. Mind games had never been more than a small part of his play with others, but he found himself looking forward to matching wits with this woman.

"Not money, beautiful."

Her head cocked slightly and he could tell that she was running through possibilities in her mind. "Then what do you want?"

He traced the tiny lines that had formed on her forehead with the tips of his fingers, enjoying the smooth feel of her skin. A small wisp of hair had escaped from her braid and he tucked it behind her ear.

"In exchange, I want information." The look of horror that flickered through her eyes was interesting and only added to her mystery. "For every orgasm I give you tonight, and in what I'm guessing are the many nights to come. You have to tell me one thing about yourself. Doesn't matter how small it is. It just has to be something I don't already know."

"I don't understand. Why would you... I mean... why do you want to know about me?" Her stumbled words were signs that he was starting to crack her calm.

Had she played through in her mind how things would go? Was her earlier calm the result of calculated plans? She seemed to be so tightly wound that he guessed she had even practiced what she would have to say. Now she was thrown off-kilter by his unexpected request.

"I want to know about you. Learn what makes you tick." He ran his hand over her shoulder and lightly traced over the swells of her breasts. "Good sex isn't just about the physical. True pleasure starts in the mind. It's what makes dominance and submission so powerful." He chuckled. "So if you want to know whattrips your triggersas you said, then I need to get in here." He ran his hand over her head and then slowly worked his palm down the center of her chest until he cupped the heat of her pussy. "Not just in here."

Highdive gave her shaved mound a light tap and she shivered. He placed his hands on her hips and it was almost like he could look into her eyes and see the thousands of thoughts flying behind her eyes. She was unique.

Though her pupils dilated and her lips parted in excitement her breathing was even. Calm and steady. He doubted her pulse was even slightly elevated. How strange was it that this inexperienced woman could stand naked in front of a practical stranger and maintain her calm appearance?

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