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  Holy shit that hurt. But strangely the wetness between her legs seemed to increase.

  She shook her head. “Sorry, I was just surprised by the blindfold.”

  A hand slapped across her breast. “No talking unless you use your safe word, or I instruct you to speak. Next time nod or shake your head.”

  Oh crap, she was going to be black and blue unless she got her act together. As the slight sting subsided, she closed her eyes beneath the mask and took a few breaths. She could do this. Yes she could. Maybe.

  When she relaxed back against the bed the other man spoke. “Good. This is your first lesson, Enya. You must remain very still.”

  The sheet was whisked away and her legs were raised and wrapped with the leather straps attached to the poles. She felt like she was visiting her gynaecologist, although she never got this turned on at the doctor’s office. Every inch of her skin tingled while she lay there completely naked and exposed with her pussy open to everyone in the room. She tensed as gentle hands pulled on her pubic hair and trimmed it with scissors. Who was that? The girl with no name, or one of the gorgeous hunks? Biting her lip she tried really hard to ignore the high-pitched snipping sound of the scissor blades as they worked above her most vulnerable body parts. No one uttered a sound and she wondered what the men and the girl with no name saw. Did they like what they saw? Did they enjoy their jobs? Or was she just another paying customer?

  She jumped when a warm cloth was placed over her mound, and cried out as the cool air blew over her skin, when a minute later it was removed.

  It was all happening too fast.

  She held her breath at a new sensation of the scrape of blade against the skin of her folds. A second person pulled her folds open and God forbid, she couldn’t help the trickle of wetness release from inside her. Oh God, they must be able to see that! The feeling of being on display and helpless was doing strange things to her. She should be terrified, but her body had other ideas. After the blades came the buzzing sound of the small electric razor. It tickled as it skimmed over her skin catching what the blades had missed. Much to her embarrassment, the razor was also used to remove the hair from the small patch of skin between her vagina and anus. The muscles in the area contracted in protest. No one had ever been there before.

  Her skin tingled as a warm breath blew against it. A long finger stroked over her folds and inside her vagina, rubbing back and forth until arriving at her clit, circling it with her own moisture.

  “You have done well, Enya.” Holy crap, was that Conal’s voice? Is that his hand inside me?

  Her immediate response was to thank him, but at the last minute she stopped, remembering the rules just in time before she got herself into trouble again.

  “Come, my friends, feel how the slut likes to be open and ready for us.”

  His dirty words sent her heart rate through the roof but that was nothing compared to sensation of a second and a third set of fingers working their way into her vagina as the first finger continued to rub her clit until she thought she would explode.

  Oh God, don’t stop!

  Abruptly the hands withdrew and she mouthed a silent protest, feeling cheated now she was so close to climax.

  “I know you want to come, sweet Enya, but you have not earned your first orgasm yet.”

  Her ankles were released and her legs carefully placed together and back on the table. Her calves and feet were massaged before someone removed the restraints from her hands and continuing the massage along her arms.

  A girl could get used to this.

  When the mask was removed only Conal remained in the room. Her heart did a little Irish jig as the beauty of this man struck her again. How lucky am I? Maybe she wouldn’t kill Nicole after all.

  She waited for him to say something but he just stood there staring at her with a look of mild amusement, as if he dared her to break the silence and earn herself another black mark. She smiled. Maybe she should give it a try while he was still in a good mood.

  “I take it you enjoyed your first lesson, Enya.”

  I’m allowed to answer him, aren’t I? He asked me a question, so I guess it’s okay. “It would have been better if I’d had an orgasm.”

  His eyebrow lifted.

  Oh shit. Was she meant to have kept quiet? Was it a rhetorical question? Oh what the heck? “It would have been better if I’d had an orgasm—Sir!”

  Conal threw back his head and laughed loudly.

  “I named you well, Enya. You are all fire.” He held out his hand to her and once she’d grasped it he pulled her to a sitting position. “Stand up and we’ll see if we can help cool you down.”

  Chapter Three

  Conal was still laughing to himself an hour later when he poured himself a good three fingers of Irish whisky. He needed to send Nicole a huge bouquet in thanks for sending Erica to him. When she’d asked him for a favour he’d been intrigued, to say the least. The set-up at the bar had been a harmless joke, but one look at the gorgeous Nordic blonde had been enough for him to volunteer his services personally to introduce her to the delights of BDSM. Nicole had told him that Erica had been denying herself for too long and needed a bit of a push to have someone look after her needs for a change. He’d heard it was a common trait among nurses to look after everyone else first, neglecting themselves. He was happy to be the one to look after her for a change.

  He knew one thing for sure—Miss Erica Neilson was gorgeous, and he hoped Nic was right about her being a submissive. After meeting her in person he was convinced more than ever that he was the man to show her what she’d been missing. He undid the top button of his shirt and sat down behind his desk. Sipping the whisky, he closed his eyes and smiled, remembering how she’d protested quite vocally when he’d thrown cold water over her pussy. He’d known she would, and now he had a reason to try out his new flogger on her tomorrow. It was going to be so much fun. The way she’d reacted to the bondage and the small amount of pain play had been a joy to watch. Unless he’d missed his guess she was going to love the feel of the soft leather of his special flogger on her pussy, arse and her breasts. He couldn’t wait to see her spread-eagled and bare-arsed and waiting for his attention.

  A discreet knock on the door brought him back to the present. “Enter.”

  His assistant entered the room, a wide smile on her face.

  “Come in, Ione. So our Enya is settled in for the night?”

  “Oh yes, Sir. After we dried her off she was restrained and plugged as you ordered.”

  “Excellent. Did she fight you?”

  The dark-haired beauty smiled. “Oh yes, just like you predicted.”

  “She wasn’t harmed?”

  Ione giggled. “No, but it was close. She is very strong for someone so small and delicate.”

  Conal laughed. “Small and delicate is not how I would describe her. How does our guest like the toys I chose for her?”

  “I believe she likes them quite a bit. She was writhing around trying to rub her legs together when I left. Master Jacob is keeping watch until you return.”

  “She does like to push the boundaries. I believe I’ll enjoy watching over her tonight.” He stood up and pushed his chair back from the desk. “Thank you for the progress report, Ione. That will be all.”

  Ione bowed her head and backed towards the door. “It was my pleasure, Sir. Goodnight.”

  Conal whistled an old Irish tune as he made his way to Erica’s room. He hadn’t had this much fun or felt this level of anticipation for a long time, but he still had to tread carefully. It was becoming obvious to him that Erica had long denied her submissive side, but it was equally obvious that she was fighting it and he needed to find out why. She needed to know her own feelings before she could let go and allow herself the true freedom that comes with submission.

  The room was bright with several lights focused on the large four-poster bed where Erica lay, her arms tied together above her head and her legs splayed open, anchored with a metal spread
er bar. He nodded to Master Jacob, who winked at him as he stood and left the room. Conal stopped at the foot of the bed and enjoyed the view. Her breasts heaved in tune with her breathing and the delicate coral pink of her nipples begged to be clamped. Oh yes, he couldn’t wait to see the colour deepen as the pain/pleasure took over.

  The spotlight above was centred on her pussy, which was now nicely plugged with a dildo strapped in place by a leather belt around her waist. Even from his vantage point several feet away he could see the glisten of her juices over the delicate skin of her newly bare folds. His cock hardened at the tangible evidence of her arousal.

  So beautiful.

  He reached his hand into his pocket and activated the remote. A moan escaped from Erica’s luscious mouth and she thrashed her head from side to side. He almost wished her eyes weren’t covered by the silk mask, but he needed to be patient. If the mask did its job properly she’d become hyperaware of her body and all its sensations.

  Besides, it was fun watching her squirm.

  “How are you enjoying our hospitality, Enya?”

  She tensed her muscles, turning her head towards his voice. “Pretty good so far, but the heating could be turned up a little. I’m freezing my arse off here—Sir!”

  He stopped himself from laughing out loud. This girl was so much fun. “I see you’re still having issues with giving up control.” He pressed the remote up a notch and smiled when her breathing hitched. “You have to learn to trust and give over.”

  “You should try having a vibrating cucumber stuck up your vagina and just let it go.”

  He laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind. But I think I’ve given you enough leeway for today. You need a lesson in discipline.”

  “What? Being trussed up like a promiscuous chicken isn’t discipline, Sir?”

  Okay. A little humour was fun, but apparently she needed to learn there is nothing funny about Domination and submission. “Just say the safe word and it all finishes now. I have other guests waiting for my attention.”

  The smirk on her face froze in place. He had her attention now. Good. She needed to understand that this was no game, but serious business to him. An exchange of power of sorts.

  “So, what’s it to be? It’s always been your choice, Enya. You need to look inside yourself and be honest about your needs.”

  “I’m… I’m not sure.”

  He moved to the side of the bed, grasping her chin firmly with his hand. “Be certain that this is what you want and need. Does vanilla sex leave you unfulfilled? Do your so-called ‘normal’ relationships feel empty? It’s simple. Think about it. Do you want it bad enough to give me your trust? Or do you want to play it safe and go home?”

  “Can I have one orgasm before I make up my mind?”

  He released her chin and turned away from her. “No. Enough smart remarks. Orgasms are earned. You have yet to earn one.”

  “Oh well, it was worth a shot. Can I have more time to think about it then?”

  She certainly liked to push, but he hoped she stayed. He wanted to show her what submission really meant. She had to know that once she agreed to stay she would become his submissive and his to control. “I am almost out of patience with you, Enya. It’s time for you to take this seriously. You may have one hour. But make no mistake, if you decide to stay the rules will be fully enforced from now on. For each infringement there will be consequences,” he said as he stroked his finger along the side of her face. “Think about that when you’re making your decision. I’ll be back in an hour.”

  She nodded her head vigorously. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “And you won’t be having any orgasms while I’m gone.” He smiled as he heard her grunt of frustration as he walked over to the armchair in the corner of the room and sat down to watch.

  Holy mother of God, what was she going to do? If she didn’t have an orgasm soon she was going to explode. The vibrator in her pussy was almost slipping out, her vaginal muscles twitched uncontrollably and her nipples were so tight they could shoot darts at the ceiling.

  Erica took in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. She needed to get herself under control so she could decide once and for all if she was going to stay. Another few breaths and she almost felt calm. Almost. Desperate to separate the sensations from the emotions so she could think clearly she closed her eyes under the mask and relived all that had happened since she’d arrived.

  How did she feel about being completely at others’ mercy? At the whim of a Dominant like Conal? She’d certainly enjoyed her limited play with her ex, but they’d never gone as far as this weekend’s activities, and it was only Friday night. Then there was the fact that absolutely everything that had happened so far had been something she’d fantasised about regularly.

  So why fight it?

  Maybe she was worried about losing her own identity if she gave in, but that didn’t explain why she’d been in a constant state of arousal since she’d arrived. And boy did she like that feeling. There was something very liberating about being under someone else’s control. Never in her life had she felt so turned on and, if she was truly honest with herself, she didn’t want it to finish.

  At least, not until she got in a few mind-blowing orgasms—and the gorgeous dark-eyed Irishman was the man she wanted to give them to her.

  Speaking of orgasms, the constant buzz of the dildo was playing havoc with her control. She squeezed her inner vaginal muscles in a desperate attempt to push herself over the edge, but each time she tried, the dildo almost dislodged, and even though she’d been pushing her luck so far, did she really want to experience whatever consequences Conal had in mind? Surely the batteries would die soon.

  Maybe she wanted them to, then again—maybe she didn’t.

  She thought back to how her body had reacted to having her nipples pinched and slapped, to being restrained and on display to whoever happened to be in the room. How her pussy had dripped with arousal at being shaved and touched. How it had been such a relief to have someone else decide how her body was placed and touched. Yes indeed, the answer was clearer.

  She did want it. She wanted control taken out of her hands. She wanted the pain and the pleasure that came as consequences. God help her, she wanted it all, and she wanted it right then! So she did the one thing she could think of that would guarantee her continued presence here at Dangerous Liaisons for the rest of the weekend and please her new Master.

  She forced her muscles to relax, let her body fall back against the bed, and decided to wait patiently for Conal to return.

  Of course, as Murphy’s Law dictates, Conal didn’t return for a long time. It could have been the hour he’d given her, but it certainly felt like a lot longer than that. She figured it was part of that power exchange he’d spoken of. It was a test and she gathered she was meant to learn patience, plus trust that he would be back.

  That had better be it, she thought, as another sore muscle made its presence known. By this stage her muscles had bypassed cramped and were now on the verge of aching. The relaxed acceptance she’d reached a short time after he’d left her was now a thing of the past. There was, however, a positive by-product of this situation. All of her senses were heightened to the point at which every movement as she breathed in and out resulted in a sensation across her skin, every scent in the room was full and clear, and every sound was magnified. Because of this it wasn’t difficult for her to recognise Conal’s distinctive footsteps approaching the bed. Her heart jackhammered against her chest as his unforgettable masculine scent filled her nostrils. She knew that after she gave him her answer, everything would be changed, possibly forever.

  As he stopped walking, she stopped her breathing. She waited, listening for a sound, anything at all that would give her a hint of what he was going to do next, but she was rapidly coming to the realisation that Conal liked to keep her waiting and wondering. For a compulsive organiser and a woman of action, it was probably one of the most difficult things she could ever be asked to do. She
never waited. She acted. She hated this waiting thing. But then maybe that was the allure. God knows Nicole was always encouraging her to move outside her comfort zone, and participating in submission training like she was doing now, was as far away from her comfort zone as she could get.

  She cocked her ear, straining to hear where Conal stood. A slight intake of breath was the only hint she got as a warm hand touched her calf.

  Holy shit! If she hadn’t been tied up she would have jumped off the bed.

  “Relax, Enya. Learn to trust. I have been here all along, watching over you.”

  Oh God, she could come just listening to his sexy Irish brogue. She licked her dry lips and swallowed. Why had her tongue suddenly decided to stick to the roof of her mouth? And how come she hadn’t known he was there all along? It didn’t surprise her, though. She’d read somewhere that no one should be left alone when they were restrained, and it was a relief, albeit a little unnerving, to know that he hadn’t left, and that she’d been safe all along.

  “You may answer my questions,” he said, his voice deepening as it became more serious.

  She licked her lips again before whispering her reply, “Thank you, Sir.”

  Warm breath tickled her ear as he moved closer. She flinched at the sound of his voice so calmly instructing her. “Speak more clearly. I didn’t catch what you said.”

  “I said thank you, Sir!”

  “Good,” he said. He stroked her labia and slipped a finger inside her. “I can see that your body at least is enjoying your stay here.”

  Oh God yes. “Thank you, Sir.” Please stroke me again!

  “And your time out has improved your manners.”

  The whir of a machine started up and a strong current of cool air blew across her naked body and open pussy.

  “Sir?” Every pore on her skin stood to attention, and she shivered at the sudden drop in temperature.

  “Don’t worry, little Enya. It is only the air-conditioning unit. The air will soon warm up.” He slid a finger between her skin and the straps of the spreader bar. “Are the restraints too tight for you?”