The Seller

"You're going to have to get used to me looking at you if there's going to be bondage involved." He moved closer still, so close she could feel his breath on her face, and he ran the back of his knuckles down the front of her throat, stroking her skin as if he were admiring her. "You're going to look so good."

She shifted from one foot to the other, the touch of his hand making her nerve endings go crazy. A muted gasp escaped her lips, and he caught her stare, holding it. They were on a precipice, she could feel it.

He moved one hand beneath her hair and pulled her in against him, kissing her hungrily. Her bag thudded to the floor. Her hands locked around his neck as she returned his kiss. He hitched up her skirt, grasping her bottom in his hands, and lifted her from her feet, pressing her back against the wall as he held her easily.

Her head moved up against the wall and she pivoted against him, circling her hips, making contact with the bulky erection inside his pants.

"I want you so much," she murmured against the hard column of his neck. She felt delirious as she said it, nervous butterflies fluttering in the pit of her belly.

Lucas smiled, and lifted her into his arms.

She clung to him gratefully as he carried her into the bedroom. He left her standing in the centre of the room then went back for the shopping bags. Before he returned, music filled the suite, and she realized he must have put the stereo on. It was an up-tempo electro body rhythm, and the sound insinuated itself quickly into her veins, making her pulse beat swiftly in time.

On his return, Lucas continued to take charge. He stripped her top and skirt off and undid her bra, dropped it to the floor. Then he went for the bags. Capturing her wrists in one hand, he opened The Willing Slave forearm cuffs. She held out her wrists, face up. The velvet lining was cool but warmed quickly against her skin, the metal surface catching the overhead lights, gleaming brightly. Lucas clicked the cool metal into place, making his claim on her. Then he stepped away, creating distance between them.

She swayed unsteadily, uncertain, light headed with arousal. He'd left her wearing only her lace panties, stockings and high heels.

He leaned back against the far wall, his pose nonchalant, even though the tension he was carrying was evident. "Show me how much you want to be the willing slave."

For one moment she teetered on the edge. How would she show him? Acting on instinct she dropped to her hands and knees.

Lifting her chin, she looked up at him.

Pleasure shone in his eyes. They were around eight feet apart, and he towered over her. In this position, with her breasts dangling and her bottom lifted, she felt vulnerable and exposed, but from the expression on his face she knew that's what he wanted to see.

Relieved she'd done the right thing, she tossed her hair back.

"Ah yes, that's beautiful."

Blushing, she lowered her eyelids. The carpet was plush and luxurious under her hands and knees.

Fro the longest time he just looked, and then she sensed him move. He walked around her studying her from all angles.

She heard the rustle of the shopping bags again. He stepped close and dropped to his haunches beside her. He had a small belt-like object in his hand, a collar with a D ring.

"Lift your head."

She did as asked.

His hands moved a round her neck and he secured the collar in place, then tugged gently on the D ring. "You make the most exquisite pet."

His pet. Is that how he wanted to see her? Somehow the comment made her even more desperate for him. Between her thighs, she throbbed with need. Her core clenched, aching to be filled—preferably while her bottom burned from the punishing slap of his palm as he worked her to climax. She tossed back her hair, forcing herself to breathe. "Do I?"

He dropped to one knee and stroked her back.

Naomi moaned and flexed under his hand.

He stroked the soft skin of her dangling breast and reached for her nipple.

When she swayed and glanced back at him, she realized he had a small item in his hand.

"Have you ever worn nipple clamps?"

She shook her head.

"I believe you'll enjoy them. If not, just say."

She nodded, anticipating the new experience, her mouth and her pussy dampening all the while.