She could still hear her wails echoing in the room when she opened her eyes and realized he'd moved up to lie beside her. His gaze was steady on her face.

'Oh. . .' she whispered, astonished with herself at her response. Nothing had ever felt like that before, as different from her little pleasant orgasms as an afternoon shower was to a tropical storm.

Her hands were still restrained, and she wanted to move, touch him. She pulled at the wrist straps. 'Let me go,' she pleaded.

He gave her a slow smile. 'Soon, Malora. But I find I like your hips in this position.'

He moved on top of her and reached down to touch her pussy. She trembled as his skillful fingers teased her clit, her labia. 'You're so very open.'

He ran his cock up and down her wetness, setting off little spasms inside her. Staring into her eyes, he thrust slowly, firmly into her, hard and hot and thick, filling her completely. More than completely, deeper than was comfortable in this strange position. She struggled for breath, trying to escape, to move away.

Master T's balls thudded against her buttocks, a tiny enjoyable jolt, as he sheathed himself to the hilt. She was slick and hot and tight around him. From her body and mind, he seemed to sense her discomfort at his size, because he stopped to give her time to adjust. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and he leaned down to nibble on one. She doubted he'd ever get his fill of her breasts.

Her pussy contracted around him as he sucked on one succulent nipple then the other, playing with each until she could feel her body responding, wanting more.

He gave her more. Her hips were tilted forward, and he adjusted his movements so each stroke, each exquisite slide into her body, brushed against her clit. Within a minute, she was trembling under him; another minute and she moaned, low and deep, her blue eyes blind with passion.

She never knew she had so much passion that she'd kept hidden away, and he was bringing out every one of them. He continued pumping, hard and controlled.

With one hand, he released her arms from the bonds. Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes when she grabbed him like a drowning swimmer.

She slid her hands over his back, then her fingers dug into his biceps as he increased the pace and force of his thrusts.

Her breathing was fast and shallow, broken with tiny whimpers, the pleasing sounds of satisfaction. She was very close. He reached down and slid a finger up and over her clit. Her scream filled the room as her snug pussy spasmed around him.

He seemed to let himself go and each intensely satisfying jerk from his cock set her off again and again. Finally spent, he laid his forehead against hers, body spasming as his pleasure slowly died out.

After sucking in a deep breath, he pushed himself up. She didn't move. Her heart was pounding so hard that her breasts shook with each beat. He released her knees, chuckled as her legs slid down, the muscles gone limp.

Rolling to the side, he stayed inside her. She sighed, savoring the small twitches of him inside her.

When her breathing slowed, when she could feel her emotions begin to swirl around in her mind, he asked softly, 'What did you think of being tied, being opened for my pleasure?'

Malora hid her shock from his words by burying her face in her palm. 'I. . . hmmm. It's very unusual.'

'You belong to me now. No man would ever satisfy you like I do, would they?' he whispered.

Malora gulped. His hand had been stroking her breast gently, like he enjoyed the feel of her skin, and she'd felt well cherished until he asked those questions. Did he actually expect her emotions to be as open to him as her body had just been? She buried her face against his chest rather than answer.

He pinched her nipple, a tiny pain, and her breath caught.

'Answer me, Malora.' His voice had chilled, and when she peeked up, his brows were together.

'No one, okay?' she muttered, annoyed with him in return. Her future orgasms and lovers were her business, not his.

'When we come together like this, you will have no secrets from me,' he said, not releasing his gaze. 'You will not hide your body or your mind.'

She shivered, feeling more exposed than when her butt had been in the air for him to see. His hand ran down her cheek, her neck. 'You found being tied down a little scary, a lot exciting, yes?'

Eyes averted, she nodded. Why did he ask if he knew the answers?

He watched her for a moment, silently, long enough that she began to worry. Was he planning something else? What else could he do? She shivered as her mind conjured up horrifying. . .lewd. . .tantalizing images.

'And now you're beginning to wonder what else would happen in this room. In this house.' His eyes held a wicked light. His mouth curved in satisfaction as her muscles tightened in apprehension and hunger.

'First, let me clean up a little,' he said, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Chilled without him, she sat up, wrapping her arms around herself. Her body was well satisfied, but her emotions. . .She felt very confused. Titan seemed capable of being tender and at the same time cold. She couldn't keep up with his emotions and attitudes. It made her head ache to think of what would happen next.

But was her response because of him and how good he was in bed? Or because she'd been tied up? How could she come to terms with her own behavior? That she'd actually let him bind her, and that she'd loved it?

Really, she should go to her room now, she thought miserably even as she longed to curl back into his arms. Titan—Master T, she'd do well to remember that—didn't do too well with feelings, she was smart enough to realize that now.

When he came out, he shook his head. 'Malora, you're over-thinking and worrying. Time to put you to work.'

Work? Clean the bathroom or—

'Kneel.'

She blinked, saw the beginning of a frown on his face, and scrambled off the bed. Even as she dropped to her knees, her mind protested. She was a smart woman, an accountant.

Surely this wasn't a position she should be in.

Her body didn't agree. She could feel her heart speeding up, her skin becoming more sensitive. Every little fiber on the plush shag rug seemed to caress her legs.

'Very nice.' He stood in front of her, stroked her hair. 'Take me in your mouth and suck me.'

Her mouth dropped open. 'But—'

'What do you say?'

He was only half-erect. 'Um. Yes, Sir.'

He set one finger under her chin, lifted her face. 'Have you not done this before, Malora?'

'No. I haven't done it before,' she admitted glumly. She'd been so busy taking care of her sister and her family that she hadn't had time to date.

Master T's eyes crinkled. 'Why don't you take that warm, soft mouth and put it around my cock. You start, and I'll instruct you as needed.'

She should be offended by his cruse words, Malora told herself, instead she found it stimulating.

He liked her mouth. That was enough encouragement for her to grasp him in her fingers. His cock was soft; the head was velvety smooth as she closed her lips around it.

To her delight, he hummed in appreciation. Gently, she moved her mouth over his shaft, feeling him stiffen, elongate. The loose skin tightened around the hardness beneath, and she took her mouth away to stare. Earlier, she'd felt like he'd entered her with something huge; he had.

Chuckling, he stroked her hair again. 'Continue, kitten.'

At least she'd pleased him enough to get him hard. That was something, right? She slid her lips up and down, wetting him with her mouth.

'Use your tongue,' he murmured. 'Pretend it's my tongue on your clit. The only difference is in size.'

Oooh, she remembered how his mouth had felt on her, how his ravening tongue had licked over her, around. . .The memory made her wet, made her clit throb. With growing understanding, she tongued the underside of his cock, toyed with the thick veins, then swirled around the head. Taking him fully into her mouth again, she sucked lightly the way he'd sucked on her clit.

His hand tightened in her hair. 'Ahhh, that's perfect, Malora. Now use your hands too.'

Hands? Holding his dick with one hand, she pulled her head back and glanced up at him. He moved his legs apart, and his balls swayed, attracting her attention. She'd always wanted to touch a man there, to see what they felt like. With her free hand, she slipped her palm under one, lifting, letting her fingers caress it. So heavy and soft. But she could tell somehow, that although he enjoyed this, she wasn't driving him crazy like he'd done to her.

She really wanted to get him off.

Returning her attention to his cock, she licked her way back up, then grasped him with both hands at the thick base. She squeezed gently and muscles tightened in his legs. Yes! She took him in her mouth again, sliding him in and out, sliding her hands up and down in counterpoint. He grew harder, thicker, and her satisfaction was heady, almost as heady as the need growing between her legs, the desire to have him inside her there.

When the urge to pound into her grew overwhelming, he set his hands on her shoulders.

'You are very good at this and only going to get better. But I'm not finished taking you yet. On the bed, Little Dove.'

She gave him a final swipe with her tongue, glinted a happy smile up at him, and crawled onto the bed. She watched as Master T opened the armoire again.

The armoire yielded Velcro straps and rope. As he walked back to the bed with the restraints, trepidation grew in her eyes. She could feel the hint of uncertainty in her mind. She sat with her legs tightly closed; her quickening breath jostled her breasts.

'Give me your wrists,' he murmured, and waited patiently through her hesitation. Finally, she set her wrists in him palm. 'Good girl.'

After smoothing the Velcro bindings around her wrists, he clipped them together and then slid a rope through the links. Picking her up, he turned her and set her onto her hands and knees. 'Don't move, Little Dove,' he cautioned, caressing her breast. Her heart thudded under his fingers, the speed increasing nicely.

There was a fine line between fear that would excite and fear that would paralyze the senses. But Malora could feel her increasing arousal overcoming her apprehension.

He paused for a moment to stroke her hair. It was long enough to wrap around his hand, bringing other diversions to mind. The silky strands were a mixture of chestnut colors, slipping over her fair skin as he pushed them over one bare shoulder. He nibbled her nape, and goose bumps appear on her arms. Her body was sensitized, waiting for anything he would do.

After wrapping a wide strap around her right knee, he slipped her bound hands out from under her, leaving her balanced on one shoulder, her head turned to the side. Smiling, he tied her hands to the knee strap.

Her ass was up in the air, displaying her assets nicely. Then he fingered the little dimples beside her spine before setting his hands on pretty, soft cheeks.

A shiver ran through her body.

Head down, butt in the air, unable to move.

Does this seem rather familiar? she wondered unhappily. Her hands were between her legs, tied to the inside of her right knee. She pulled at the restraints with no success, and the inability to move sent an unexpected tremor of need slicing through her. Apprehension made her heart pound in her chest as she tried to see what he was doing, what he planned.

Her skin, even her core, tensed, waiting for his touch.

And then his hands closed on her bottom, and she gasped and shivered. He massaged and stroked her buttocks. She shook at the feel of his fingers, the slight pain and excitement rolling together, wetting her between her legs. And she wanted more.

While one hand teased her butt, his other wakened her pussy, sliding into her juices.

He ran a gentle finger through her folds and up to play with her sensitive clit. She tried to wiggle, and his hand on her butt clamped down, held her in place. 'Don't move, little dove.'

His finger slid across her pussy, firmly, then teasing flicks, and she could feel her clit swelling.

'Your sweet little clit is just like my cock,' he murmured. 'Soft until stroked, and now feel how it grows harder. Bigger.'

The merciless touching continued until she throbbed with the need for more. When his hand moved away, she moaned.

'I don't want to neglect this area.' His sure fingers touched outside her opening then speared through the swollen inner labia into her slickness. She struggled for breath as the sensations spread from just her clit to her whole core. Everywhere he touched grew sensitive and burned with need.

She tightened around his fingers desperately, trying to hold him in as he slid his fingers in and out. 'More,' she rasped.

He stopped, removed his hands from her. Her whole pussy pulsed painfully and she whimpered.

'What do you call me?' he asked patiently.

'Master T. Sir, please touch me.'

'Better.' Suddenly his mouth was there, where his fingers had been. His slick, hot tongue flicked over her clit, teased her slit with swirling motions that set her to shuddering.

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