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  “What are your safe words?” he asked me, and I blinked for moment before the question registered in my mind and I remembered the answer.

  “Yellow light to slow things down and red light to stop things completely,” I said.

  “Good girl,” Dante complimented and then rewarded me with a deep and satisfying kiss. His hands found my breasts and massaged them, squeezing and fondling them in just the right way. I arched my back, pressing my round globes deeper into his hands, and he responded by putting his lips to them.

  “Put your hands behind your head and keep them there until I tell you to move them,” he commanded in a husky voice. He had such a powerful presence, I complied at once and was rewarded by the feel of his mouth closing over my right nipple. He suckled it with his lips and flicked it with his tongue while I writhed and moaned on the bed with pleasure. He moved to my left breast and repeated the process there, going back and forth between my two nipples repeatedly while I luxuriated in the pleasure he was giving me. I longed to run my fingers through his thick hair, but he had forbid me to move my hands from behind my head, and so I forced myself to keep them there. The taboo nature of the game thrilled me in ways I never would have anticipated. Being forbidden to move my hands made me want to touch him more than I ever would have wanted to before. And longing to touch someone I couldn’t made me acutely more aware of the feel of his touch on my body. Every inch of my skin tingled with sexual arousal, and every brush of his hot, wet mouth upon my naked breasts sent powerful currents of pleasure rushing through me. I wanted him to fuck me more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.

  “You’re being such a good girl,” Dante complimented me, and it made my heart flutter. “Are you having fun? Do you want me to keep going?”

  “Yes.” I nodded my head vigorously, and he began to massage my pussy over the thin fabric of my silk thong. Huge waves of pleasure flooded through me, and I spread my thighs wide, wanting more.

  “Say yes, Sir,” Dante insisted, and I found the idea wildly erotic.

  “Yes, Sir. Please keep going,” I panted, arching my hips towards his fingers, wanting more of his touch.

  “Good girl,” Dante said and pulled the thong down my hips and off my body. “Grip the headboard of my bed.”

  The oak bed had a beautiful headboard made of bars intricately carved in the shape of naked women. I stretched my arms over my head and grabbed hold of two of them, wondering what delicious pleasures he had in store for me next. To my surprise, he threaded my thong around one of the wooden bars and looped it around each of my wrists in a complicated knot that bound me securely to the headboard and made me unable to escape. Next, he placed a blindfold over my eyes, making me unable to see.

  “Let’s play a little game of power exchange,” I heard Dante’s deep voice near my ear, and I knew he was lying on the bed beside me. “You hand over all of your independence and free will to me, promising to obey my every word and giving me the power to do to you anything than I wish; which I promise you will be incredibly pleasurable. In exchange, I take on the responsibility of making sure that you are safe, never placing you in any physical danger, and I am under your complete control to stop my actions at any time by uttering the safe words. Do you want to play?”

  I couldn’t believe the proposal he was offering me. He could word it any way he wanted to, but I knew what he was asking me. He wanted me to be his sex slave for the night; and the surprising thing was I wanted to. I wanted to give up all my control to this incredibly powerful, sexy, charismatic man and willingly allow him to have his way with me in any way he wanted to. With my heart pounding and my body coursing with sexual excitement, I whispered, “Yes, Sir. I want to.”

  “Good. Now, obey my every word and I promise to give you rewards far beyond any pleasure you’ve ever felt before,” Dante whispered in my ear. He began to kiss his way down my helpless body, exploring my prone flesh with his mouth, lips, tongue, hands, and fingers. He started with my neck and then worked his way slowly down the center of my body. He played with my tits, giving my hard nipples extra attention before moving on down my stomach to circle my navel with kisses. I squirmed in my bonds, trying to wriggle away from his ticklish touch, but it was useless. I was his captive slave, unless of course I uttered the safe words, but what he was doing to me felt so good, there was no way I wanted to do that.

  Finally, he came to the part I’d been waiting for all night long. He kissed his way down my hips and spread my thighs wide. My pussy was already moist and tingling with desire, and I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me. That’s why I was so surprised when he didn’t.

  Right at that moment when my legs were spread and I was primed for him to shove his cock into my pussy, he disappeared.

  Blindfolded and helplessly bound to the headboard, I reached out with my other senses, trying to find him. The only sound my ears could detect was the faint whirl of the ceiling fan and my skin became acutely aware of the slight brush of air on my naked flesh. My nose searched for the scent of his cologne, but it filled the air of his bedroom and I couldn’t tell if that meant he was in the room, silently and cruelly watching me while I was forced to wait for his touch, or if it simply in the room because he spent so much time here and he had actually abandoned me.

  Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like eternity as I lay naked and helpless. Then suddenly, I heard him enter the room and there was a strange clinking sound that I immediately recognized as being the sound of ice cubes in a glass.

  I felt the weight of him as he climbed onto the bed beside me, and then suddenly, without any warning, I felt a painful burning sensation upon my left nipple that caused me to gasp with surprise. It took a moment for me to realize it was the feel of ice being rubbed across my nipple. I gasped again as he repeated the action to my right nipple. I was surprised to find how erotically charged I felt. My every nerve had been awakened by the shocking cold, and waves of intense sexual pleasure coursed through my nipples and resonated deep in my pussy, making me hornier than ever.

  “Do you like that?” Dante taunted me and applied the ice to both my nipples at once. I tried to squirm away from the painful cold, but of course I couldn’t. Moments later, I felt his hot mouth upon my frozen nipples and he crooned soothingly, “Let me warm those up for you.”

  Moans of pleasure escaped my throat and I writhed on the bed, delirious with rapture as he kept up the game, rubbing the ice on my nipples and then suckling them with his hot mouth. My pussy was aching to be fucked, and I didn’t think it was possible to be any hornier as I struggled in my bonds and begged for the release of orgasm.

  “Fuck me, please!” I pleaded between moans. He’d set down the ice and was fingering me now, massaging my swollen clitoris in just the right way to have my pussy quivering with pleasure. “I want to feel your cock inside me. Please!”

  He tortured me, suckling my clitoris with his mouth, while his expert fingers danced along the outside of my dripping tunnel, but never went inside. My hips were bucking now, searching for his fingers and trying to get him to slide up into me so I could get some release, but of course, I couldn’t.

  “Lay still, naughty girl or I’ll have to tie your legs down, as well,” Dante said in a firm voice. I started to object and he cut me off, saying sternly, “Silence now. I’ll decide when you are ready to be fucked. The more you move, the longer you’ll have to wait. Now lie perfectly still and don’t move a muscle. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said contritely and forced my body to lay motionless. Dante climbed on top of me, and I could feel his erection rubbing against my thighs as he lavished sensual kisses all over my body. It was the most exquisite torture I had ever endured, and I was in ecstasy. Being forced to keep my body perfectly still made me hyper aware of everything I was feeling, increasing my physical pleasure exponentially. Every pinch of my nipples and caress of my thighs vibrated through my body and made me want to wrap my legs around him and fuck him, but I had to restrain myself
and forced myself to wait.

  Finally, he took mercy on me and I felt the indescribable rapture of his erection sliding deeply inside my eager cunt. I sighed with relief at the feel of him going deeper and deeper until he was fully inserted up to the hilt. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist and thrust my hips with wild abandon, but that would have been against the rules of the game, and so I continued to force myself to obey his command and kept my body still.

  Slowly, he began to thrust, drawing himself almost all the way out of my tunnel and then slowly sinking himself all the way back in. In and out, he moved with excruciating slowness while he suckled my hyper-sensitive nipples with his hot mouth and squeezed my butt cheeks with his strong hands. The stimulation was more than I could bear, and I plummeted into a deep and powerful orgasm. Every nerve in my body exploded with pleasure as I screamed and gasped and my muscles spasmed uncontrollably.

  “Come for me, baby, while I watch you,” Dante said as I thrashed and writhed with delirious rapture, unable to hold back the intense orgasm that seemed to last forever.

  When at last the waves of my climax began to ebb, he pulled the blindfold from my eyes and removed the thong from my wrists, setting me free. I blinked to adjust my vision until I could focus on his handsome face smiling at me in the warm dark of his luxurious bedroom.

  He caressed my cheek and said, “Good girl. Did you enjoy your reward?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I smiled with deep satisfaction. “Now, I’d like to thank you in return.”

  “You may,” he permitted and lay on the center of the bed on his back with a grin on his face.

  I found his erection with my mouth and lavished all my appreciation and gratitude upon him there. It thrilled me to make him writhe and groan with pleasure as I licked, kissed, suckled, and thrust my mouth on his massive cock.

  “Take it easy, or I’ll climax too soon.” Dante pulled me away from his cock and directed me to straddle his waist. I lowered my body onto his raging erection, enveloping him with my dripping wet folds, and he groaned audibly with pleasure. Gripping my waist so I wouldn’t lose my balance, he instructed, “Now fuck me till you orgasm. I want us to come together.”

  I let my inhibitions go and thrust wildly on top of him with all the passion I had pent up inside me, harder and faster and deeper. Soon, I was throwing back my head and screaming with the throes of another powerful orgasm, unable to control myself as my entire body exploded with pleasure. I could feel Dante climaxing along with me as his muscles spasmed and his face contorted with pleasure. Our simultaneous orgasm seemed to last forever, until finally the intense waves ebbed and our heart rates began to slow.

  “That was incredible,” I sighed with complete satisfaction afterward, as we lay snuggled together in a tangle of sweaty limbs. “Are power exchanges always like that?”

  “They’re good, but they’re not usually as mind-blowing as that. You have an extraordinary gift,” Dante breathed, and I felt myself flush. He stroked my bare flesh until he slowly drifted off into a deep and satisfied sleep, leaving me to lie awake in awe and wonder if he said that to all the girls he fucked or if his words were true. Then it occurred to me, it didn’t matter if I had a gift or not; he had shown me something extraordinary within myself and I would always treasure this evening we had shared and the game he had taught me. Then I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

  Chapter Four: Natalie

  I woke the next morning with his heavy arm draped around my waist and my body still tingling with satisfaction over the incredible orgasms he’d given me the night before. Sex in the past had been okay, but I’d had no idea it could be that mind-blowing. Part of me wanted to nudge him awake and do it again, but I forced myself to stay focused on the task I had originally come here for. The sex last night had been a wonderful distraction, but the real purpose for seducing Dante into bringing into his apartment was to benefit my career. If I didn’t get the evidence I needed for my story, then I would be destined to be an errand girl forever and I could kiss my dreams of being a serious reporter goodbye.

  Freshly determined, I squirmed my way out from under his arm and climbed carefully out of the bed, grabbing my purse from the back of a chair as I went. Moving as silently as possible, I tiptoed across the room, but when I reached the door, I became embarrassingly aware of how naked I was. What if he had a housekeeper or roommates? My dress was on the far side of the suite, but Dante’s shirt was lying on the floor beside me and I quickly put it on to cover my nakedness.

  Carefully and quietly, I tip-toed down the hall until I found the locked door of his office. I mimicked the movements of his fingers from the night before and miraculously, it worked. On only my second try the electronic panel turned from red to green and the lock clicked open. I swung the door wide and peeked inside his office, confirming that it was empty, and then I let myself in and locked it shut again behind me.

  I turned at first to the printer, but there were no new papers inside the tray. I opened the shred bin positioned beneath it, but the bits of paper inside it were minced into tiny pieces of confetti way too small to piece back together.

  Sighing with disappointment, but still fiercely determined, I turned to his desk. Every drawer was locked and there was no sign of a key anywhere. The same was true of his filing cabinet. All that remained was to try accessing his computer. It seemed too good to be true that I could break into the system of a professional hacker, but I had to try.

  Sitting in his padded desk chair, I positioned my fingers over the keyboard and took a deep breath, trying think. First I tried the same code from the security pad, but the words “password invalid” greeted me on the monitor. Then I tried a few simple facts I’d learned about him during my research: birthdate, mother’s maiden name, and address. All invalid passwords. Then a flash of brilliance struck and I typed in the words “power exchange.” I gasped in surprise as the computer home screen came into view.

  Holy shit! I’d done it! My hands were trembling and sweating as I moved the mouse around the screen, wondering what to do next. I’d never actually believed I would get this far and now I didn’t know what to do!

  I scrambled in my purse and found the usb port I’d brought with me to download data. I plugged it into his computer and drew in a deep breath, trying to keep myself calm. Next, I began clicking on icons on his computer. There was data from foreign countries all over the world, including our own United States of America. My heart was exploding in my chest, and I was terrified I’d have some sort of attack or seizure before I downloaded the evidence. There was so much to choose from, and I didn’t know what most of them meant, but I couldn’t leave with nothing after getting this far. I just needed to choose a file and download it.

  I found one file labeled downloads to the CIA and clicked on it. There was all the proof I needed showing Dante was stealing information from foreign governments and selling them to the CIA, and who was to say information didn’t also flow in the opposite direction? I clicked on the file and prepared to download it onto my usb port.

  “What the hell are you doing in here?” Dante’s deep voice startled me and I looked up to see him standing in the doorway of the office.

  Shit! My heart leapt into my throat and I swallowed against it, fighting off panic. There was no denying that I had broken into his office and was using his secured computer. I was busted and there was no guessing what he would do to me in retaliation.

  Continued in Under His Demand, book #2 in the Under His series. Click here to continue.

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual e
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