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It’s been a while since I put a harness on anyone, but my muscle memory kicks into gear. One strap each goes around her upper thighs, another strap going all the way to her clit and attaches to them, creating tension.

Another hooks over her ass, a little ring in the middle to attach the chastity band onto. Without it, her pussy is exposed, surrounded by soft silver chainmail straps, almost like crotchless panties. Except this stays on her until I decide to unlock the lightweight padlock on her hip.

The upper part hooks right above her clit. This chain is so fine, it pools like liquid in my hand as I unravel it. The top loops loosely around her neck and clasps at the top of her spine.

I stand. “Go bend over the bed and tuck your hands behind your back.”

She obeys, shifting experimentally. The metal will warm up, and she won’t feel it anymore. The way I make my chastity equipment is different from other Doms I’ve met. Mine isn’t made for discomfort. No, it’s for soft ownership.

I want her to understand that she belongs to me, deep in her bones, but I never want her to hurt.

She’s been hurt enough.

I lay the chastity strap on the dresser. I’ll lock that on her in the morning. “I’m going to eat you out to warm you up. Then, I’ll ride you harder than you’re used to, sweetheart. Understood?”

She nods.

“Out loud,” I say.

“Yes, daddy.” The words slip out in a whispering breath. Her head is laid on the bed, eyes big, following my steps as I come back to her. Her spine is arched, her toes just touching the floor. It spreads her ass, showing her pussy tucked between the harness.

I kneel, lifting one leg and bracing her thigh on the edge of the bed.

Her pussy is soaked, flushed pink.

“Can you be a good girl and keep quiet for me while I eat your pussy?” I ask, voice low.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Daddy.”

I bend in, dipping my tongue in the valley between her thighs and running it over the slick opening of her cunt. She whimpers, tensing. I dig my grip into her hip as my tongue drags all the way up to her asshole.

She twitches back. I bring my hand down on her ass, hard enough that she gets the message.

“My pussy,” I say. “Mine.”

She lifts her head, looking over her shoulder. “You’re jealous,” she breathes.

That catches me off guard. I stand, picking her up and turning her to face me. The defiance, the spirit I know, is bubbling back up. I should have known she wasn’t giving into me that easily. I think all I did was make her shy back when I put the harness on her, but now, she’s swinging back.

I touch her chin, turning it up. “I am jealous,” I say. “I want your body, your time, and everything else.”

“You can’t keep me here,” she says.

“I can and I will. That harness has a leash clip on it, and if need be, you’ll sleep with it locked on the bed.”

Her jaw drops. I swear, I can hear our hearts thump. I see it in the distance—the point of no return where she finds out what kind of man I am. But this time, it’s different.

This time, she can’t leave.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

FREYA

Rage floods my veins. “How dare you!”

His hand shoots out and grips my wrist, pulling me against his body. “I’ve been patient, sweetheart,” he says. “I have. But Aiden knows about us now, and he’ll use you to get to me. I’m in charge now. I’ll keep you safe.”

I swallow—I’m the weak link.

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