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  Seth drew up a bubble bath, and I was even more captivated. He joined me in the huge soaker tub, sliding in behind and holding me around the waist. I allowed my head to fall back on his chest, enjoying the heat of the water as it soothed my tired muscles. I don’t know if it was the emotional turmoil, or the sexual gratification, but I was drained. I closed my eyes and only opened again as I felt him washing my body as if I were the most important thing in the world.

  Even being tired, my body responded to the slightest touch of his hand, not that he was trying to turn me on. I think I knew in that moment I was in serious trouble, because all I could think about was him loving me again. When he helped me out of the tub after a quick rinse off, I was greatly disappointed when he dried me, then himself off and led us to bed to sleep.

  chapter seven

  Charmed

  I woke up feeling disorientated in his space. All alone in the bed, I allowed last night to play over in my head, and the weight of my choices hit me full force. Had I truly allowed him to do those things to me? I couldn’t deny that I had, and even enjoyed it when he woke me up in the middle of the night for another round of sensual lovemaking. My sex throbbed in need even now thinking about it.

  There was no way I was ready for a man like Seth. No matter how much pleasure he’d given, it had to be wrong to enjoy the things he’d done and who knew what else he planned on doing to me. Sitting up in the bed, the emotions hit me so hard, that it brought tears to my eyes. I wasn’t this woman. I’d allowed him to make me his whore and it didn’t matter how good it felt, it was still wrong.

  “You’re finally awake, kitten. I brought coffee to see if I could pull you from sleep.” Seth looked as devastatingly handsome in the morning light as he did always, and my heart hammered in my chest. Dressed in a pair of sweats that hung on his hips, my mouth watered, even as I mentally told myself I couldn’t stay here.

  Without any warning, the floodgates opened, and I can’t even say why I was crying. This man brought out so many foreign emotions in me, and I was pretty sure that feeling any of them was wrong. I pulled my knees up, resting my face on them, and hugged them tightly.

  I heard the clinking of silverware before I felt him slide in behind me, encircling my waist with his large hands. “Come on, Caitlin, I promise my coffee’s not that bad.” His toned, long legs were stretched out on either side of me, and of course I felt the instant need to touch him again. It didn’t help my overemotional state.

  “I don’t want coffee.” It was a stupid thing to say, and made no sense, but with tears streaming down my cheeks I had no idea what I was talking about anyway.

  “I’ll remember that. No coffee for you in the morning.” His smooth as molasses voice seemed concerned, and I felt like an idiot for my mental breakdown. I wasn’t even sure why I was crying. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?” His hands slid from around my waist, and he maneuvered me like a rag doll to turn into his lap.

  “I don’t know. It’s too much. I mean I want you, and I probably shouldn’t because you’ll do bad things to me, and I’m not sure I don’t want you to.” I sat in his lap like a child who was completely lost and asking the devil for advice. It definitely wasn’t smart.

  He caressed my hair, and chuckled warmly. Not the right thing to do when I was feeling so vulnerable, and I attempted to scoot away from him. Seth wasn’t allowing that and his hand wrapped around my waist, holding me still. “I’m sorry for laughing, kitten, but you make it hard for me not to be overjoyed knowing you want me. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

  He lifted my chin, lowering his lips to mine, kissing me deeply. I couldn’t refuse his kiss, I was confused enough trying to understand why I wanted him, and him kindling the passion pulled my mind back into what I craved. The kiss did something to me that made me not care why I should get as far away from him as I could.

  I turned in his arms, straddling him, never once losing his lips. Still undressed, I gyrated my hips against his, almost obsessed with longing that I still didn’t understand. He grew hard underneath me, and my tongue plunged into his mouth needing more than what he was giving. This crazy need was insane, but I couldn’t deny what my body wanted.

  His hands fell to my hips, stopping my movement, and I looked up at him in confusion. My tears still stained my cheeks, and they seemed to bother him since his expression was more concerned than turned on. “I’m not fucking you again until we talk, Caitlin.”

  It took his words to remind me how brazen I was being, and my mouth fell open. I tried to dislodge myself again, but he held me firmly. The heat of his cock even through the sweatpants, was impossible to ignore. I allowed my head to drop to his chest, aching and feeling like a complete idiot.

  “What do you want me to say?” I was floundering in a world I didn’t understand and there really weren’t words that I knew to explain why I’d flipped out. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I just wanted him to hold me until things made sense again.

  “We can start with why you were so upset. Did I hurt you last night?” I shook my head no, and one of his hands lifted to my chin again forcing me to meet his eyes. “Words, kitten.”

  “No. You didn’t hurt me, but I shouldn’t have liked the things you did.” I wanted to lower my head, he wouldn’t allow it and kept a firm grip on my chin.

  “Why shouldn’t you enjoy those things? You’ve just said I didn’t hurt you.” He smiled warmly, his eyes sparkling with some emotion I couldn’t decipher.

  “Because it’s wrong. People shouldn’t be tied up or have things inserted up their backside.” God, I was embarrassed. The heat in my cheeks was almost blistering.

  “So it wasn’t the way I fucked you, but the fact I tied you up and put the butt plug in.” His smile broadened, and for a minute it felt foolish being so upset over something so stupid.

  “I liked the way we made love.” I couldn’t bring myself to say fucked, because it felt so dirty. The cold hard reality was we’d done just that. I barely knew this man, so what else could it be?

  “I’m glad you did, and I enjoyed feeling your tight little pussy holding my cock like a vise.” In response to his words his cock twitched beneath me. “I want to do things a lot worse than last night, kitten, but I won’t do anything until I know you want that, too.”

  “Of course I want you.” Even a blind idiot could tell how wet I was just pressing against him this way.

  “Do you want me enough to let me have my dirty little way with you, no matter what that entails?” His tone was joking, but the seriousness in his bedroom blue eyes told me he wasn’t kidding.

  My heart slammed against my ribcage at his words, and I dropped my head to his chest. All I could was nod, because I swear it felt like the air had been pushed right out of my lungs.

  “Not good enough, kitten. Tell me.” He grabbed my chin again, pulling it up roughly. “Are you mine? Because I promise if you say yes, tying you up is going to look like child’s play before I’m done.”

  “Yes, I’m yours.” The words escaped before I had time to think about what I was saying. The man turned me on in ways I couldn’t explain. “But it scares the hell out of me to know I’m willing to let you do those things to me.”

  “A little fear makes the passion even sweeter, kitten.” His lips found mine again and I was completely lost. He continued kissing me while maneuvering my body to rest on my back, only then did he break contact and that was to quickly pull off his pants before resting over me on his arms. His muscled thighs inched my legs apart, and his cock grazed over my sex.

  My core drenched and he growled softly, embedding his large, mushroom-shaped head only. “That’s so hot kitten, already wet for me.” He slowly pushed forward until he was seated as deeply inside me as possible.

  When he remained completely still, balancing his weight above me with his strong arms I rotated my hips encouraging him to move. He shook his head no and the look in his eyes was so playful, I marveled. Granted I was hungry for the pleasure I k
new he could bring, and a little frustrated at him remaining still.

  “I like tying you down this way, too.” His hips pressed mine more firmly into the mattress, almost touching my womb, as his hands moved under my ass, pressing upward to make the sensation feel even deeper.

  Taking a quick deep breath at feeling completely impaled, I grasped his shoulders. His smirk of superiority should have made me angry, but in truth it made me want more than he was giving, so I rotated my hips. The sensation was just enough to give me the friction I needed and I moaned.

  “Such a naughty little kitten.” His smirk intensified. “I’ll have to find a way to keep you still.”

  I didn’t want to be still. He felt so good inside me that all I truly wanted was him to love me with abandon again, so again I rotated my hips. Instead of giving in to my subtle suggestion, he pulled out with agonizing slowness and slid out of the bed.

  “No.” I sighed petulantly and was gifted with a soft chuckle.

  “So very greedy.” Seth shook his head, and was still smiling when he reached down and lifted a strap from underneath his bed. “I keep these here for bad little girls who need to be taught patience.” He walked to the end of the bed, reaching down to find a strap then to the other side pulling out two more.

  I groaned at the realization that he was going to tie me up again. It was apparent how turned on he was, because I didn’t think it was possible to sport a hard on like his without being aroused. His soft chuckle was almost aggravating since I now was desperate for what he was denying, and I rolled my eyes at his playful banter.

  “Rebellious, too, I see.” He wagged his finger, reminding me of a nagging mother figure before quickly making his rounds, securing my wrists and ankles to the straps of his bed. “I wonder how to take care of that attitude?”

  He climbed on the bed, and all I could think of was that he would now love me. I was about to be taught not to expect things with Seth, because instead of climbing between my thighs, he straddled my face. When I understood his intentions, and it wasn’t hard since his cock tapped against my lips, my mouth fell open in surprise.

  “So willing to be taught.” He pressed the head of his cock to my lips, and I forced my mouth wider to accommodate him. He pressed forward, until I felt his length bump the back of my throat and I gagged. In doing so I also panicked, attempting to move my head to the side to dislodge him.

  He pulled out a few inches, then back in again. “Relax your throat, kitten. I’m going to fuck that sexy mouth.”

  How the hell did a man fuck your mouth? The taste of myself mixed with him was somewhat strange, but I didn’t have much time to think about that as he answered my unasked question. Breathing became my focus as he slowly inched his large cock in and out. I wasn’t sure I liked what he was doing, and my mouth was stretched almost painfully as he enjoyed the ride. Why my tongue rolled over his head when he withdrew, I wasn’t sure, but the grunt of pleasure filled me with a strange sense of elation as he fed me his length again.

  Without even being aware of it, I discovered I could relax my throat to allow him deeper access. His increased pace told me that pleased him, which for some strange reason, I was happy about. He was fucking my mouth! I tensed as he became a little over-zealous, my lips clamping down involuntarily around him.

  “Sexy little kitten.” His laugh was strangely layered with hesitation as he pulled free. “We’ll save the lesson for swallowing another day.” I had no idea what he was talking about, but he moved his cock from my mouth to my chest, and pressed my breasts together, cradling him as he undulated. Within moments, his need spilled forth coating me with his essence.

  I stared up at him completely confused and he grinned. “You’re oral skills are amazing.” He slid off the bed with those words, leaving me frustrated and still tied down. He returned a few minutes later with a cloth in hand, and cleaned me up. I couldn’t shut my legs, and my sex was throbbing in need so I struggled against the restraints.

  “Feeling a little uncomfortable, are we?” His chuckle at my expense made me feel a little catty, and I turned my head away from him, not sure I liked him much at the moment. “We’ll have to see what we can do about that.”

  I turned back to him at his words, and was shocked to see him walking from the room. He left me! The panic I felt earlier at him riding my mouth was nothing compared to the sensation of being alone. I struggled in vain against the cuffs keeping me prisoner, and had nearly worked myself up into a frenzy by the time he returned.

  “Lonely, kitten?” He placed a small leather bag down on the bed, that I was sure meant nothing good and my insecurity mixed in with the feeling of abandonment make me angry.

  “You’re an ass.” Probably not the best thing to say when you’re completely at someone’s mercy, but I wasn’t thinking clearly.

  Instead of getting angry, he chuckled deeply. “Am I now?” He unzipped the bag, and pulled out a plethora of strange looking items. As he had in his dungeon, he placed the items out in a meticulous order, his eyes moving to mine, then back to each item as if considering his options. Needless to say, I was getting a little worried.

  “What are all those things for?” My voice was breathless because I was finding the idea of what he would do with those objects intriguing, and at the same time more than a little afraid I might not want to know.

  He picked up a silver stick that had a strange, spikey wheel attached to the end and his finger ran over it making it spin. “So curious, kitten, I think since you’ve called me an ass I won’t tell you.” The smirk on his face added another concern to my growing nervousness.

  He brought the wheel down to my abdomen, running it lightly over my skin. I gasped at the strange prickling sensation, which also tickled causing my muscles to contract. “The Wartenberg wheel, something that can be used for pleasure or pain. How we play with it now depends on if you apologize or not.” The glint of humor in his deep blue eyes almost made me doubt his sincerity.

  To prove his point, he pressed down on my stomach with a little more pressure, and it bit into my skin slightly. The pinch made me hold my breath before remember what he’d asked. “I’m sorry, you’re not an ass.” The words tumbled forth quickly because I no longer wanted to test his resolve.

  “The little kitten can be trained.” He grinned and eased up on the pressure of the object then placed it back down on the bed. “Smart choice.” He lifted a pink stick next that had a long handle with rounded end that was maybe the size of a chili pepper, and covered it with lubricant. “Let’s see if we can find your g-spot, and make you purr.”

  With unhurried ease, he brought the little toy to my sex, and slowly slid it in deeply. Almost instantly, my folds clamped around the tiny invasion, and I moaned as it moved in deeply hitting some previously unknown part of my body. My hips pushed up, wanting more stimulation and his grin widened.

  With a move of his fingers I felt the tiny toy come to life with vibrations and the sensation was the most incredible delight I’d ever known. “Oh God!” My body tensed, and I knew I could find release with no effort. He slowly inched the object out of me, and I wanted to smack him.

  “You’re sweet little pussy loves that one, kitten.”

  I bit down on my lip hard to not beg him to use it again, and I only thought I was aching earlier. Attempting to pull my legs together was impossible, but I fought against the restraints. Seth didn’t play fair!

  He slid two small little pads onto his index and ring finger that had a wire attached to it. I had no idea what he was doing but when those fingers grazed over my clit, I cried out loudly. The vibration was incredible! With nothing more than a smirk he played my sex with his fingers, and I marveled that the small finger covers had the ability to bring so much pleasure.

  “I like this one, kitten. I can feel how wet they make you, so I don’t need to ask how you feel.” To prove his point, those fingers massaging my clit, slid inside with ease sending strong vibrations everywhere he touched. He rode me slowly
with those digits until I tensed, held right on the precipice of fulfillment before sliding free.

  I watched him slide them off, placing them back on the bed and I groaned. At this rate he was going to kill me before I ever found relief. “Seth, please!”

  “I’m not done playing yet. Now be a good little kitten and take what I dish out.” He chuckled, and it was apparent he was enjoying this sensual torture. For the next half hour, he alternated between a dozen different toys, leaving me hanging on the edge until I was ready to cry at being left so unfulfilled and turned on at the same time. All of them had the ability to give me what I needed, but Seth refused to let me come.

  Finally I could take no more, and tears filled my eyes. “No more, please.” I never thought it was possible to be so overstimulated that nothing else mattered. I was completely overwhelmed and emotional wasn’t near a strong enough word to explain what I was feeling. My abdomen began to cramp from the continued build to almost paradise before being disappointed again.

  His fingers wiped away the few fallen tears, and he kissed me giving me hope that he was done with his foreplay. I had nothing to base his actions on but I didn’t think it was the norm for a man to entice his partner so much before bringing them to fulfillment. What the hell did I know?

  “You want to come don’t you, kitten?” His lips broke free and those bedroom blue eyes peered into mine.

  “Yes!” Was he crazy? Of course I wanted to get off, after all the build up my body was craving satiation so badly I was ready to beg for it!