“No.” The stern reply forced a quiet moanfrom me. “You’ve been my slave long enough that I shouldn’t have to tell you howto behave. I bought a well-trained sub…or so I thought.”
My breath seemed stuck in my chest.
What scene was he going to reenact?
“I was thinking about you, Master.” Andthat wasn’t a lie either, so I knew he could hear that in my voice. “You boughta well-trained slave. I promise.”
The premise for the book was that the DarkTimes had never faded and things had taken a sexy,slightlynonconsensual turn. Of course, he was so sexy and so perfect that the minutehe’d inspected me I’d fallen head over heels for him…but he was still myMaster.
Austin was going to be so jealous once Itold him how sexy and creative Tristan was.
Something smooth and hard traced up myspine. As I shivered and started to open my eyes, cool fabric slid over them.
A blindfold.
The silken strips of fabric trailed down myback like reins for a horse. Just imagining how I looked had my hole gettingslicker.
“That’s better…but you’re not done yet.” I heardhim shift closer and felt his fingers stroke over my neck and down my chest. “I’vegot a few more things to decorate my slave with. Then I’m going to give you thechance to show me what a good slave I bought.”
When his fingers flicked over my nipples, Iknew what was coming. I even had a pair upstairs I’d played with while writingthe scene.
Nipple clamps.
When his fingers moved away from my chest,I had to fight the urge to tense up. Seconds ticked by, but it felt like hoursuntil I felt something cold and hard tease my nipples. As I jerked, Tristangave a dark chuckle. “My slave knows what these are.”
He sounded terribly pleased.
I knew it wasn’t just my Master in thescene that was going to enjoy the nipple clamps…Tristan was too.
“Yes, Master.” I had to force myself totake a deep breath. “Let me try to please you.”
I groaned as the first clamp bit down on myright nipple. As I arched into his touch, Master chuckled again. “How did youshow me what a good slave you were the first time I saw you?”
Moaning, I tried to answer, but the nextclamp bit down on my other nipple, chasing my breath away. Master made a tskingsound. “Oh, you don’t remember? I would’ve thought your purchase day would havebeen a strong memory for you.”
Nerves were firing in me as I fought theurge to orgasm. “I…I remember, Master.”
Remembering the book was easy…getting thewords out was difficult.
“I…you were wonderful, Master.” He’d beensexy and strong and commanding as he’d watched me. I knew it wasn’t real, butthe scene had been so rich and sensual when I’d written it, all those emotionscame rushing back.
He flicked the clamps and ran his handsover my chest. “Yes, nowthatI believe. You were scared, but you cameso beautifully for me when I was finally done with you.”
Fuck.
He really had read the book.
I felt my face heating as the memory of thebook and the fantasies I’d jerked off to came rushing back to my mind sostrongly they felt real enough to touch. My worlds had always been so vivid inmy head that I expected to see my characters in public…but this was the firsttime it felt like they were that real to anyone else.
Tristan was bringing them to life for me.
“You made me feel safe.” I leaned into histouch as he caressed my face. “You protected me.”
In the book, I’d been tortured and teasedand he’d swooped in to save me from all that. I was his and my Master protectedwhat belonged to him.
I was going to come just thinking about it.
“Because I knew you belonged to me.”Possession and desire saturated his voice as he rose, his fingers trailing overme.
