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“What? He was in my dungeon?” Nora demanded.

“That’s also the good news.”

“Please tell me someone caught him in the act.”

“Let’s just say you owe our friend Griffin Fiske a debt of gratitude. I can guess in what form he’ll take repayment.”

“Griffin?”

“I underestimated Griffin. He’d make an excellent bodyguard. I should apologize to the man.”

“How bad is it?”

“Let’s just say you’re going to need to a new rug, Maîtresse. Yours is...bloody. And the culprit is in the hospital.”

Nora listened for a few minutes as Kingsley told her the story. They hung up and Nora returned to the living room and found Lance picking his shirt up off the floor.

“You’re not going to need that,” she said, nodding at the shirt in his hands.

“Why not?”

“They caught him. And by ‘they’ I mean my friend Griffin caught him breaking into my dungeon. Griffin beat the shit out of the guy.”

“Thank God you weren’t there,” Lance said sounding genuinely relieved.

“I know. I wouldn’t have been nearly as merciful as Griffin. I would have killed him and then gotten arrested. Again. If he laid a finger on my red-and-black riding crop, I swear to God I’ll rip his heart out.”

“Special crop?”

“Christmas present,” she said. “From my priest.”

“You are a weird Catholic.”

“There is no other kind,” she said.

“This is the guy who beat up Mistress Natasha? They’re sure?”

“Natasha came to a couple hours ago. She knew the guy—client of hers with money trouble. King was right. Just a robbery. He got five thousand dollars off Natasha. Decided to see if the other dominatrixes in the city also kept cash on them. Has a nasty drug problem apparently. Owed a lot of money to dealers.”

“I want to beat the shit out of him, too. Why does this Griffin guy get to have all the fun?”

“Speaking of having all the fun...you know what this means, right?”

“Tell me,” Lance said, a smiling forming on his lips.

“You’re not my bodyguard anymore.”

Lance let his shirt drop from his fingers. This time he didn’t bother to fold the damn thing.

“Good boy.”

Lance followed her up the stairs. The second he stepped into her bedroom, Nora shoved him hard against the wall and kissed him with everything in her.

“This is what’s going to happen,” she said, between soft bites of his lips. “I’m going to cuff you to my bed. Then I’m going to decorate the front of your body with a set of welts and bruises to match the set on your back. And then I’m going to climb on your cock and ride it until it breaks off. You have any objections to that plan?”

“Only the part about my cock breaking off, Mistress.” He started to reach for her but Nora caught his hands and pressed them into the wall.

“That was erotic hyperbole.”

“Then no, I have no objections.”

“Good. Not that I would have changed my plans if you did. You’re mine today.”

“All yours. Every part of me.”

Nora’s heart clenched at the solemn tone of his pledge. If only she could believe that; if only she could keep him. Then again...maybe he meant it. Maybe she could keep him. Maybe she would keep him.

“Get rid of the clothes. Pull the covers back. Lay in the center of the bed. Say hello to my ceiling. Now.” She snapped her fingers and Lance immediately unzipped his pants. He’d just come a few minutes ago but she could see that he was already getting aroused again.

As Lance moved to follow her orders—naked, covers back, center of bed, hello ceiling—Nora threw open her closet and dug for supplies. Playing on the front of the body required a bit more finesse than the back did. With the thicker skin on the back of the body one had to work very hard to do real damage back there. But the front of the body had all those pesky internal organs to deal with.

Nora found her smallest, thinnest cane—a white plastic little beauty no bigger than a conductor’s baton. She also found her smallest flogger with the thin sharp tails. She didn’t know if Lance liked CBT or not. Guess she’d find out.

“Comfortable there?” she asked, emerging from her closet with all the necessary supplies.

“I want to die in this bed.” Lance stretched out, luxuriating on her black sheets. Goddamn, the man should be legally required to be naked constantly.

“I’m not into necrophilia,” Nora said.

“I want to live in this bed.”

“Better,” she said as she opened the side table drawer. She pushed aside her vibrator collection and dug until she found the wrist and ankle cuffs she kept in a box. “Keep enjoying the bed. I’m not planning on letting you out of it for a few hours.”

“Can’t think of any better way to spend a Sunday.”

“Helluva a lot better than church anyway. Now give me your wrist.”

She cuffed both wrists and both ankles before hooking them to spreader bars. With twine she tied his wrists and ankles to each corner of her bed.

“How do you feel?” she asked once she had him tied down and immobilized.

“Exposed. Vulnerable.”

“Good. You okay with spread-eagle?”

“I am. Haven’t been in it in a while. You might want to uncuff the ankles before the cock-riding, though. Might need some traction.”

“If you’re good, I’ll consider it.”

“Mistress, I want to be nothing but good to you.”

Nora pulled her T-shirt and jeans off and wearing nothing but her red lace bra and panties, climbed onto the bed.

Lance’s body had been denied to her for only two days, but it was with hungry hands that she touched him, stroking his body from neck to knees.

“So you’re okay with heavy bondage?” Nora caressed his exposed inner thighs, lightly tickling them with her fingertips.

“I haven’t done it in a long time, not since college, but I have no problems with it.”

“Yes, you mentioned you were a boy-toy for one of your professors. How did that happen, anyway?” She tickled behind his knee and Lance flinched. She’d tied him down so thoroughly he couldn’t pull away from her touch. Good.

“It just...happened.” Lance shook his head and smiled. “My first semester freshman year I got a job on campus as a professor’s assistant. She taught Economics, something I never planned on taking. Actually I never took any Econ courses. I didn’t ever want her to have second thoughts about sleeping with a student. I practically lived in her house, but never stepped foot in her classroom. I didn’t want to get her in trouble.”

“I understand,” Nora said, teasing Lance’s testicles with the flogger. She didn’t hit him with it, merely let it tickle him with the tips of the tails. “I met Søren when I was fifteen. Love at first sight with a Catholic priest. I lived in fear for years that we’d get caught.”

“You mean you lived in fear that he’d get caught. You weren’t the one who took the vow of celibacy.”

“Still...” she said, brushing the little flogger over his hips and thighs. “I know the feeling. That feeling that what you’re doing is right, so unbelievably right, and yet knowing the entire world would say it was wrong... Terrifying to think someone would try to take a love like that away from you.”

Lance nodded his understanding.

“She, Katherine, was amazing. I didn’t care she was almost twenty years older than me. She was smarter and sexier than any of the girls on campus my age. Somehow she just knew what I was, what I needed. And God, she gave it to me. Pain, bondage, discipline... Being in the Navy was a vacation compared to the discipline she imposed on me. At least the Navy never told me I couldn’t have an orgasm for ten straight days in a row.”

“Vicious woman. I love her already.”

Nora grabbed the tips of the flogger tails and struck Lance’s inner thigh.

“I did, too. She’d order me to go two weeks without coming and then the week after she’d make me come as much as humanly possible. Zero to sixty. I’m not kidding there. I went from having zero orgasms in two weeks to having sixty orgasms in two weeks.

“I just tried to do the math on that to see how many orgasms a day that was and both my brain and my vagina started hurting.”

“Comes to four-point-two-eight orgasms a day.”

“How do you have point-two-eight orgasms?” Nora furrowed her brow at him.