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But she had other plans.

She knelt beside the bed and found one of the
leather handcuffs on the floor. It was still attached to the chain
and she wondered at how well he had managed to get away. She’d
always heard that SEALs were the best of the best.

Of course that didn’t mean she couldn’t do
her best to take back control.

It was amazing how he had gotten out last
night. Thoughts of that moment sent a thrill through her belly. It
had been incredible when he suddenly had her in his control.

He had taken everything she had dished out
without one word of complaint, without one whimper. He had let her
restrain him and play with him. He hadn’t had to give up control at
all. He could so easily crush her with his superior strength. But
he was a man of confidence, a man willing to give up control and
not feel threatened by her.

This time she would use locks, once she had
him secured. She picked up the cuff that was attached to the chain
then checked to make sure he still looked asleep. She slowly moved
the cuff toward the arm he had sprawled out beside him. She reached
for his wrist—

He snatched her arm so fast and sudden that
she cried out in surprise. Her head spun as he grabbed her and
flipped her onto her back. Suddenly she was looking up at him and
he had a look of satisfaction on his face.

She tugged on her arm and she felt the metal
cuff biting into her wrist. Somehow he had cuffed her in the same
motion that he put her onto her back.

Before she even realized what was happening,
he was cuffing her other wrist on the other side of the bed.

Her eyes widened. Rick had chained her to the
bed.
He
was the one who was supposed to be chained.

This had gone wrong in a hurry.

The bed dipped and Rick sat on the mattress
beside her.

“Good morning.” He smiled and she saw a
mischievous spark in his eyes.

Uh-oh.

“I figure that I owe you.” He traced a path
from her throat to her cleavage that was still covered by the
corset.

That didn’t last long. As soon as his hand
reached the corset, he pulled it down, releasing her breasts. She
caught her breath as cool air tightened her nipples and they
immediately ached for his touch. As if reading her mind, he lowered
his head and sucked one of her nipples. She moaned as the exquisite
sensations flowed throughout her. She loved her nipples being
sucked and licked. Her next favorite thing to a man going down on
her. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and gently bit it,
causing her to gasp. He placed his hand on her flat belly as he
teased the taut nub with his tongue and teeth.

He raised his head and looked down at her and
the corner of his mouth curved into a smile. “You’re one beautiful
woman, Leslie.” He pinched her nipple, causing her to gasp. “And
you sure know how to show a guy a good time.”

She would have smiled if her eyes weren’t
watering and her nipple didn’t hurt so much. She obviously didn’t
have the same kind of stamina when it came to pain as he did.

He moved his mouth to hers and softly kissed
her. “Don’t you love paybacks?”

She groaned. “I told you I like to be in
control.”

“Too bad.” He trailed his lips along her jaw
and then down the curve of her neck to the hollow of her throat. “I
always win, hon. Don’t forget that.”

“Oh yeah?” she said.

“Uh-huh.” His mouth was occupied with her
nipple again, causing her to arch her back from the pleasure. He
bit down hard enough to make her eyes fly open and caused her to
cry out in surprise.

A tough Navy SEAL she was not.

“Rick.” She moaned as he licked her other
nipple. “I don’t like to be out of control.”

“Get used to it when you’re with me.” He
looked down at her again. “Even when you think you’re in control, I
really am.”

“That’s not true.” She squirmed beneath his
mouth and hands, loving the feel of it but fighting the want and
need rising up inside of her.
She
was supposed to be on top.
That’s how it was for her. After Michael—

No, she wasn’t going to think about him.
Especially not now.

“Tell me, Leslie,” Rick said as he nuzzled
the curve of her neck. “What makes you so determined to be in
control with men?”

It was as if he had read her mind. She had
tried to figure herself out for a long time. She believed that it
had to be Michael. She always liked control, but not in a
relationship. Once he had been her Dominant partner and she’d been
his submissive. It had been the only time she had let a man be in
control and it had been amazing in the initial stages. But after
their relationship ended, she swore she would always be in control
from that point on.

“I belong on top.” She tried to get out of
his grip.

“I am going to enjoy this.” He moved his
mouth close to her ear. “And so are you.”

“Ha.” She kicked at him but he grabbed both
of her legs. She couldn’t begin to get out of his grip the way he
had her. He easily picked up the leather cuff that was still
attached to the chain at the foot of the bed and cuffed one ankle
with it even as she fought to get her legs away. When that one was
done he had an easy time of cuffing her other ankle.

He tightened all of the restraints so that
she couldn’t even wiggle. Her heart beat faster and she bit the
inside of her cheek. How was she supposed to get out of this? She
wasn’t Houdini like this man seemed to be.

When she was secured, he moved up and braced
his hands to either side of her chest and looked down at her. “How
does it feel, Leslie?”

“I don’t like it.” A bald-faced lie. She was
so turned on that she wanted to squirm from need.

He gave a soft laugh. “We’ll see.” He brushed
his lips over hers and she couldn’t help a sigh of pleasure. Then
he eased off the bed and she turned her head enough to see that he
was going through her bag of tricks.

She swallowed as he pulled out a red ball gag
and a black blindfold and carried them back to her.

“Ohhh. Look at this. Never used one of these.
Can’t have you making too much noise so let’s try it out.” He put
the ball gag to her lips. She refused to open her mouth. He pinched
her nipple and she gasped in surprise and he pushed the ball into
her mouth. He raised her head enough that he could buckle the back
of the gag. The corner of his lips turned up into a smile. “That
will keep you from complaining about not being on top.”

She made a sound of argument as he put the
blindfold over her eyes, a sound that he ignored. When the
blindfold was on, he kissed the corner of her mouth. “There. That’s
better.”

Her thoughts spun. What was he going to do
now that he had her down tight?

He moved his mouth to her ear again. “You’ll
see,” as if he knew what she was thinking. He inhaled deeply then
ran his lips along her jaw then nuzzled the curve of her neck.

Shivers ran along her spine as he kissed a
trail down to the valley between her breasts. Something about not
being able to see enhanced sensations because all she could do was
feel his every touch. She thought about this strong man having her
helpless. The thought sent ripples of excitement through her whole
body.

She gasped behind her gag when he sucked each
of her nipples again, before moving his palm over the corset on
down to her belly. His hand felt warm against her skin and she
wanted him to move it lower and lower. He eased down her body and
pressed his lips to her bellybutton, his hand on her thigh. She bit
down on her gag and squirmed as he dipped his tongue into her
bellybutton. It felt like there was a straight line between there
and that place between her thighs that was dying for him to
touch.

He moved on and she thought she was going to
go crazy as he nuzzled her mound and she heard his audible
inhalation. He blew on her curls and she held her breath as she
waited for him to go down on her. She wanted his mouth and tongue
on her so badly she could barely stand waiting.

Instead, he kissed her inner thigh and began
moving his lips along the inside of her leg to the back of her
knee. She groaned, loving the exquisite sensations. He continued
on, over her calf to the inside of her ankle then the instep of her
foot.

Perspiration broke out on her forehead and
her breathing came more rapidly. He was going to kill her.

He slipped her big toe into his mouth and he
sucked. She gasped behind her gag, unable to believe how incredible
it felt with him sucking her toes, each and every one of them. He
moved his mouth to her other foot and started the torturous
experience all over again. He sucked one toe at a time then kissed
her instep before trailing a path of kisses up the inside of her
leg to her thigh.

Her heart beat faster and her mouth was dry.
He pressed his lips to the soft skin between her folds and her
inner thigh.

Please,
she begged in her mind,
feeling almost delirious with it.
Please.

He ran his tongue over the soft curls
covering the lips of her folds, then slipped his tongue into the
wetness.

She cried out from behind her gag and she
nearly came at once. She managed to hold back her orgasm, but she
knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. Her entire body was like
one giant nerve.

He licked and sucked and slipped his fingers
into her core. She wished she wasn’t blindfolded so that she could
look down and see his head between her thighs. She felt the
softness of his hair and the abrasiveness of his stubble as he went
on licking her while pounding his fingers in and out of her
pussy.

She couldn’t hold on any longer. She didn’t
want to hold on. If she hadn’t already been blindfolded, her vision
would have gone dark as her orgasm exploded through her. She
screamed as she came, her voice muffled but her cry going on and
on. Her whole body jerked and shook with her climax like it was
never going to end.

In the back of her mind she realized he
wasn’t going down on her any longer and she was able to catch her
breath again. A moment’s reprieve and then he straddled her
shoulders, removed the gag, and pressed his cock to her lips, then
pushed it into her mouth.

She caught her breath in surprise as he
started pumping his hips and forced her to give him a blowjob while
she was tied up. It made her feel even more excited and her belly
tingled all the way down to her clit.

Before he could climax he moved away, off of
the bed, and she heard the sound of a package being opened. He was
putting on a condom and the thought that he would be inside of her
again sent more thrills through her belly.

The bed dipped from his weight. He settled
himself between her thighs then drove his cock inside of her.

Another cry rose up in her as he fucked her,
thrusting in and out so hard that the headboard banged against the
wall. Her body was so sensitized that she came almost at once, and
she didn’t think she could take much more as the second orgasm took
hold of her.

She wished she wasn’t blindfolded and could
see his face. She wanted to see his expression when he came.

A few more strokes and she heard his groan
and felt the throb of his cock inside of her. In and out a few more
times and then he pressed his body to hers. She felt the sweat of
his skin as it mingled with hers and thought she heard their hearts
pounding as one.

The shower felt delicious. If only Rick was
in it with her—that would make it exceptional.

She hummed to herself as warm water rained
down on her and she washed her hair with rosemary mint-scented
shampoo and scrubbed her body with soap of the same scent. When she
finished she grabbed a towel, dried off, and stepped onto the thick
rug outside the shower door. The bathroom was filled with steam and
the mirrors fogged.

The sound of a voice coming from outside the
bathroom caught her attention. Was Rick back from his jog already?
It didn’t seem like that much time had passed. Had she lost track
of time? That or the sound had been her imagination.

She picked up her brush and ran it through
her wet hair. She paused when she heard a hard thump, as if
something had been thrown across the room.

What in the world?

With her wet hair lying about her shoulders,
she wrapped a thick towel around her body and opened the door from
the bathroom into the bedroom. She heard another noise, this one
coming from the suite’s sitting room that connected hers and Rick’s
rooms. She frowned and walked through the door leading out of the
bedroom to the sitting room.

Three men were in the sitting room.

Leslie started to scream but a man with a
short scraggly beard and small dark eyes pointed his gun at her.
“Shut up and come here.” His English was coarse and thickly
accented.

Adrenaline ran through her veins and her
heart pounded in her throat as her whole body started to shake. She
clenched the towel around herself and took a step back instead.

He gave a low growl. “Come here, bitch.”

Her body continued to shake as she stepped
toward him.

Scraggly-beard laughed and said in Spanish to
the other two men, “A bonus, my friends. A beautiful woman.” He
used his gun to wave Leslie closer to him. “Comprende Española?” he
said to her.

She shook her head. Even though she was
terrified, a part of her realized that if they thought she didn’t
understand Spanish maybe she would learn something from them when
they talked to each other that would help her.

“Is anyone else here?” the man asked her.

She shook her head again. “No,” she said
while she prayed that Rick would come back soon.

The man grabbed her by the wrist and jerked
her to him. He ripped her towel away, leaving her naked and it felt
like he had stolen away her last defense. She folded her arms
across her breasts and shivered as she stood in front of him.