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  Bas tilted his head to one side. “Is this a limit?”

  Drew thought about it for a second, heart in her throat, then shook her head. “No. It’s not. I just…I’ve never done that before. It’s…embarrassing.”

  “Like touching yourself yesterday afternoon was embarrassing?”

  Her breath caught remembering that. It’d been so intimate, so sexy. Embarrassing, yes, but worth it in the end. Would this be the same? She’d have to trust him to find out. She could see in his eyes that very question. Did she trust him?

  She knelt. And the smile he gave her was worth it.

  “Good girl. Follow me.”

  It helped that he didn’t really watch her crawl, just led the way. But he did get to the playroom first, with his long legs, and then turned to lean back against the wall beside the door to watch her the rest of the way.

  She wanted to look down, but something made her not. Inwardly she could hear his voice, telling her she was beautiful, she was his, to never be ashamed of who she was. A submissive. Strong. She chose this. She chose him as much as he’d chosen her. Nothing about what they were doing was one-sided and that made her hold her head up high and look right back at him as she slowly approached. She maybe even put an extra bit of sway into her movements as she crossed the final few yards between them, and was rewarded by the visible flare of heat and pride in his eyes.

  When she reached him and sat up and back on her heels to look up at him, Sebastian smiled down at her, reaching out to trace a finger across her brow and down her cheekbone.

  “You make me very proud. Thank you.”

  She couldn’t help it; she beamed. “You’re welcome, Bas.”

  He opened the playroom door then and this time she didn’t hesitate to go back down on her hands and knees and crawl through, a part of her thrilling now at the way he watched with such intensity, as if he’d never seen anything like her and loved what he saw.

  Inside the playroom, she let him help her up to her feet and shivered as Bas circled around behind her and gently guided her to the center of the room. Right below the heavy, sturdy looking hook hanging from the ceiling and attached to the elaborate pulley system of cords and cables across the heavy wooden beams. Her heart kicked up double-time.

  “Raise your arms above your head, hands together.”

  She obeyed, shivering a bit as Bas left her to go and work one of the loose ends of cable and she startled as above her the hook began to lower. Oh god. He was – he was going to tie her to that hook somehow. She bit her lip and whimpered a little, but didn’t move as the hook came closer and closer until the cool metal brushed her fingers.

  “Hold onto it.”

  She did, breath quickening. She watched with wide eyes as Bas secured the cable at that position and then went to take up a long section of the fuchsia rope, a segment of which was still knotted around her wrist. She worried for a second he might take it off to do whatever he was about to do, but instead he came to stand in front of her and held out one hand.

  “Give me your wrists.”

  Once again, she silently obeyed, not sure what he was going to do but she was already so turned on and he hadn’t even touched her, just made her crawl and let her watch him prepare to string her up on a hook. She’d lost her mind but oh, she couldn’t say she wanted it back. She was far too invested at this point.

  He held both her wrists in one big hand, then paused, gaze scanning her from head to toe. His expression was thoughtful when he met her gaze. “How well do you like this dress you’re wearing?”

  Her stomach flipped and she shook her head. “I…it’s okay. I like it, but…why?”

  He smiled. “I’ll buy you another,” was all he said before he unwind the coil of rope he held and began to bind her wrists. First with just a simple single loop around them but then he extended her arms fully and began to snake the rope around her wrists and up her forearms in a tight wrap that bound not just her wrists but her arms together, tight enough to keep her from moving them, but not so tight as to cut off circulation. Her heart raced as he worked and when he reached her elbows, he stopped, looping the rope back on itself down the center and securing it midway and again at the wrist to complete the connection.

  “Up above your head again, little one,” he murmured, and when she obeyed, he secured another, shorter length of rope to the hook and then knotted that to the rope at her wrists and again at the midway point.

  She tilted her head at that. “Why not just hook the rope around my wrists to the hook?”

  “Because if you lost your balance, it’d put too much pressure on your wrists and injure you. This way your body weight – slight as it is – distributes all through your arms, not just at your wrists.”

  Drew never would have thought of that. She felt so safe knowing he knew stuff like that, about how tight to wrap the rope so it didn’t cut off circulation, and where to secure her so she didn’t get hurt.

  “What if you have to get me untied really fast?”

  He reached up and in a flash, in under three seconds, the rope securing her to the hook was free. He smiled. “You’re safe in my hands, Drusilla. Always.”

  She could hardly breathe, but she wasn’t scared. “I know.”

  He secured her again and then took a step back as if to consider and admire his work. She wondered what he was going to do about her dress. It wasn’t much, a simple wrap, but how could he get it off now?

  And then he picked up a pair of scissors off the rope table and she gasped. His smile was wicked.

  “Just figured out why I asked how much you like that dress, did you?”

  She shivered. “Yes…”

  He stepped up to her again, his presence at turns both intimidating and arousing. Actually, the arousing was always part of it, the intimidating came and went and had nothing to do with him trying to intimidate, it was more just her own perceptions. She glanced up at him, silent as his fingers nimbly worked the knot at her side open and spread the dress open, baring her to his gaze.

  She wore a bra this time, a flimsy, lacy bit of nothing in cherry red with matching panties and sheer thigh high stockings. A surge of feminine power swept through her when he went utterly still and just stared for a long moment, drinking her in. She had never been so glad for Victoria’s Secret before in her life.

  Her mouth went dry when his eyes met hers. “Last chance to save this dress, little one.”

  She didn’t say a word. Fuck the dress.

  In two quick snips, it was gone, a puddle of fabric on the floor that he kicked aside and both forgot instantly. All that mattered was what was happening between them and whatever came next.

  Chapter Nine

  Drew’s heart pounded as Bas circled around behind her. She might still have some clothes on, but she felt so exposed, more so even than when he’d stretched her out against the glass in his living room and fucked her for all of Arlington to see if they only looked up. This was different. She shivered, instinctively shifting her feet a bit wider apart in some faint hope that he’d touch her. She didn’t know if he would. Sebastian liked to look, just step back and look at her. Like she was art. He made her feel like it when he’d bind her so intricately.

  His hand skimmed down her back then, light and grazing, then back up and on this pass his fingers expertly flicked open the clasp on her bra. She shuddered as cool air rushed in under the material, her nipples hardening instantly.

  He didn’t cut her bra off, thank goodness, simply dragging it upwards to tangle at her wrists like the other night. A man with respect for a lady’s underthings – Drew liked that. It made her think of somebody who, when they unwrapped a special package, would save the ribbon and paper. It felt as though she was a gift he’d been waiting a long time to unwrap and he did so carefully, thoughtfully.

  Her thoughts scattered when he stepped up behind her and his hands slid around her to cover her breasts. She trembled, trying to get the leverage to press back against him. It was hard with the
hook doing its best to pull her back to the very center and she settled instead for tilting her ass back, nestling into the cradle of his hips.

  “Bas,” she breathed, desire pooling in her belly.

  “Shhh,” he whispered, and it was then that she noticed he had something in his hand, a split second before a strip of fabric covered her eyes.

  She tensed, breath hitching, but he made soft, soothing sounds as he knotted it gently behind her head, and she realized quickly that she could still see if she peeked her eyes open. The fabric was a soft lace, shrouding her vision but not blocking it completely.

  “Good girl. I want you to only feel right now. Don’t speak, don’t look, don’t touch…just feel. Will you try for me?”

  She nodded, head turning to follow the sound of his voice. She didn’t know what he would do, but she knew he wouldn’t do anything she wouldn’t like without asking first.

  He pressed a soft kiss just behind her ear. “Thank you.”

  It blew her mind sometimes, when he’d thank her…as if she was really giving him something precious. She didn’t really understand what was so special about her agreeing to try something for him, but it warmed her inside when he’d smile and thank her or say he was proud of her. She wanted to always feel that rush of pride and pleasure knowing she hadn’t let him down.

  His hands slid down her stomach to her hips and under the low waist of her panties, pushing them down as he went. When they hit mid-thigh, she was able to wiggle a little and they dropped to her ankles. She could feel Bas crouch down behind her, lifting one foot to take off her heel and then the other. She ended up on her tiptoes without her heels and her breath caught at the wobbly, unsteady feeling. His hands on her hips steadied her and she relaxed.

  Then he stood up behind her again and brushed her hair to one side, forward over her shoulder. His breath fanned against the bared side of her neck and Drew shook, moaning when his tongue lightly swept across her pulse. Said pulse raced and it was all for him. Did he know? Of course he must. In that moment her heart beat for him, belonging to him completely.

  “You are perfection. Every little flaw only adds to it. I want you to hear me when I say that, little one. Hear me and believe me. Do you?”

  She bit her lip, hesitating. Did she really believe that she was perfect, even when she was imperfect? Outside this room, outside his arms…no. But there, right then, his hands on her and his breath warming her skin, everything that existed in the world narrowed and pinpointed down to this one man…yes. She believed. She nodded.

  Drew could feel his smile against her skin. “Good. My beautiful treasure.”

  She truly did feel like one, too. When he straightened behind her and one big hand slid under her knee, lifting one leg up and out, she knew without a doubt he would not let her stumble or fall. She relaxed and her body flowed with his movements and trusted him to keep her safe even as she balanced on one tiptoe while he wrapped another rope around her thigh. She could hear him working and knew he must be stringing it up on another hook to hold her leg up like that. So exposed. So completely in his hands. That foggy feeling was drifting back through her mind and she smiled a little, sinking into it like a warm blanket that wrapped around her and cocooned her in safety and a sense of…happiness.

  She was happy. The realization startled her and she let out a soft sigh. Bas must have heard it because he chuckled and kissed her shoulder as he worked the rope into what she was sure were intricate knots around her thigh.

  “What was that sweet little sound about?” he asked.

  “I’m happy.” It was just that simple. Not that her life was miserable by any stretch of the imagination, but she’d never felt like this. Bubbly inside, warm and safe and just utterly content to stay right where she was. God, did he feel it too? The question came out before she could catch herself. “Are you?”

  He finished the knot in a few long seconds of silence that had fear creeping in under the cloud of happy safe wonderfulness. He moved around in front of her and she followed the sound of him with her head, breath quickening. Just when she was about to start backpedaling and take it all back, he kissed her, arms around her to hold her steady against him and took her mouth in a possessive, tender, decadent kiss that rocked her to her toes.

  Oh yes. He felt it, too. The happy cloud consumed her again and she reveled in it, mewling against his mouth and doing her best to pour everything she felt into that fleeting, never quite enough touch of lips to lips. She was beginning to think nothing would ever be enough when it came to Sebastian.

  When the kiss broke, she opened her eyes a bit behind the lace and she could see him faintly, shadowed and beautiful, his expression almost…reverent. She straightened proudly, shoulders back, balancing on her one foot so no part of her was obstructed from his view. She belonged to him and he wanted to see her, so she made it as easy for him as possible, giving him the best of herself.

  “Lesson number eleven – there is nothing more beautiful to a Dom than his submissive anticipating his desires.”

  Pride swept her and her stomach clenched. “I’m yours,” she whispered.

  “Yes, you are.” No hesitation, no caveats, no clarifications. Just fact. She was his.

  And then he crouched down in front of her, hands splayed on her ass either so she didn’t fall or so she couldn’t shimmy away, and closed his mouth on her pussy. She wasn’t expecting it and let out a shriek, fingers clenching into fists. It turned out that his hands were definitely to steady her as she jolted and would have lost her balance if it weren’t for his grip. And then she forgot all about balance and let his hands take her weight as she wrapped her free leg over his broad shoulder, the other supported by the rope.

  Bas chuckled against her, the sound rumbling through her most sensitive parts, his tongue sweeping long, greedy licks over her slick flesh. Oh god, he was so good at that. Her head fell back and she felt like she was floating, Bas holding her up without any apparent strain, never faltering in his wicked devouring of her.

  Her mind spun and she bit hard on her lower lip, trying not to say anything. Did his earlier command to not speak or see or touch and just feel still count? Oh god, she didn’t know if she could truly keep silent when all she wanted was to cry out and beg and tell him over and over that she belonged to him, would give him anything, be his forever if he just never, ever stopped doing that incredible thing he did with his tongue that made her shake right down to her bones.

  She moaned and she whimpered and she mewled and then finally, he pulled back and one of his hands reached up to tug the blindfold lace down.

  “Stop holding back on me, little one. Give me all those sounds you’re killing yourself trying to hold in.”

  “Oh thank god,” she moaned, fingers clenched tight above her head and began to circle her hips, the faint abrasion of his scruff driving her crazy. “Please, Bas, please…”

  He gave her everything she begged for, hands firm on her ass, sucking and nibbling her clit until she was twisting and near-sobbing with the need for more, just a little more, always just a little bit more. And then he gave her that, too, rising to his feet in one motion, yanking his jeans open and freeing his cock. The handful of seconds it took for him to tear open the condom package and protect them both seemed to stretch forever. When he finally hauled her close, Drew circled her hips needily until, thank god, his cock and her body met at just the right spot and she drove her hips downward, burying him inside her in one hard motion.

  Bas groaned, one hand reaching up to grasp the hook where she was bound, the other under her ass, a low growl escaping him as she clenched tight around him. “Ride, little one, take what you want.”

  He didn’t have to tell her twice, their gazes locked as she took his permission and ran with it. The leverage of the hook helped her find the right hard, deep rhythm, her free leg wrapped tight around Sebastian’s waist, panting hard. His, His, His. It was a wordless chant in her bloodstream, thumping through her with every hard rock of t
heir hips, every meeting of their body sending jolts through them both. He clenched his jaw, she delighted in her power. She whimpered helplessly, he growled, she whimpered more. An endless cycle of give and take of pleasure so sharp, so fierce it didn’t seem possible and she vaguely wondered how she could even survive it.

  He gave her the answer when, in the midst of that shocking heat, his lips found hers in a tender, searing kiss, sipping and feeding at her mouth, murmuring words she couldn’t understand in her state of frenzied orgasm and yet carved into her soul as indescribable home truths.

  His, His, His. She might have screamed it when she came. And again when he did. And as the rope holding her body fell away, what was left was his arms doing the holding and she burrowed into him like a lifeline.

  His.

  * * * * *

  Sebastian leaned against the foot of the bed, watching Drew sleep. He could just hear his friends now, mocking him for being a creepy sleep-watcher, but he didn’t even care. She fascinated him on every level. She slept like she lived – freely and openly and without reservation. Limbs flung across his bed, taking up more room than such a tiny little woman should, sound asleep from the moment her head hit the pillow. A little snore that otherwise might be somewhat annoying wasn’t with her. He found everything about her perfectly beautiful and adorable and ridiculously flawless – including her flaws. He wanted nothing more than to be able to keep her.

  But the truth was, he wasn’t going to be able to keep her, because she was going to never speak to him again once she found out why he’d chosen her that night in the first place.

  He told himself that even if she hated him for misleading her, at least he would have done what he’d wanted, which was save her from Chad’s recklessness and flagrant endangerment. She would know better now, to choose right the next time. She’d never choose him, but the one she did choose would be worthy, he was making sure of that, at least.

  Some part of him hoped she’d understand, though. That she’d realize he’d chosen her not just out of revenge or just out of spite toward Chad, but because she was special and he’d wanted her for herself just as much. He didn’t hold out much hope of that outcome, however, because his Drusilla was – if nothing else – a firecracker. Too hot to handle sometimes, but worth the burn.