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  Caitie heard the faint vibration. “You’re kidding.” Good lord almighty, her clit just swelled in anticipation.

  Damon smiled, ran the vibrator along her collarbone. “Shall I demonstrate?”

  She sucked in air that immediately whooshed out. Oh, she wanted that little toy right on her clit. Her heart hammered and need slammed into her center. “I think I understand perfectly what that does.” Her voice rose, then muffled as he claimed her mouth in a long, hard, deep kiss.

  He broke the kiss, his eyes dark as the last of the sun’s rays faded. “We’ll save this one.” He fisted his fingers in her skirt and drew her dress over her head. “Game on, sweet.”

  Caitie gulped. She was out in the open. Well, there was netting everywhere around her except right in front.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said and hoped no one walking below glanced up.

  Damon held up the beaded toy. “I think we’ll start with this.”

  Biting her lower lip, eager to try it yet nervous, she wrinkled her nose. “I’ve never done anything like this.” She indicated all the toys in the box.

  “You’ll trust me to take care of you and give you pleasure?”

  How could she not? Everything he’d done had been incredible. She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  Chapter Eight

  The light in her eyes and the way she kept licking her lower lip told Damon she was turned on and eager. “Good. Hands and knees then. Face front.”

  She obeyed, and he slid a pillow beneath her arms and urged her lower. Fuck. The sight of her sweet ass in the air had his balls tightening painfully. She wasn’t tall and rail thin like a model or a fragile petite doll he’d be afraid to touch in case he was too rough. Nor was she what he thought of as short and curvy.

  She had what he considered a very earthy body, reminiscent of old paintings of a different time when women had meat on their bones. His hands skimmed over her frame, her curves, firm muscles, and lots of smooth, silky flesh.

  She was strong physically, more than a little stubborn, and had a very adventurous nature. So far, she’d been everything he could have asked for in a partner and more. He ran his hand up the slope of her back, over the crest of her sexy ass, and then to her mound, trailing his fingers through her curls and into the valley of her slick flesh.

  She shivered with pleasure, and he wished he still wore that tiny, lovely finger vibrator. He stroked her clit until she moaned and wiggled her hips, then he ran his finger around her slit, finding her wet and slick.

  With both hands on her ass, he parted her cheeks and circled her tightly closed rosette with his finger. Grabbing his tube, he squirted a generous dollop of lubricant onto her. Like a prayer plant shrinking from touch, she jerked, the muscles of her sphincter contracting.

  “That’s cold.” Her voice wavered with nerves.

  “Have you had anal sex?” He took his time, rubbing and stroking, letting her get used to his touch. He knew the answer from her questionnaire but wanted to engage her. Listening to her answers, her tone, would warn him if she was nervous, scared, or in pain. He was determined that her first experience with back door play be pleasant and positive.

  “Nope. No one I trusted enough. Besides, heard too many women say it hurt and was only good for the guy.”

  “Not true.” He circled, then eased the tip of his finger inside, spreading lubricant past the tight ring of muscle. “There are lots of nerve endings back here, and when coaxed properly, they provide a rush of incredible pleasure.”

  “No shit,” she moaned low in her throat. “Feels good.”

  “We’ll go slowly.” He stretched her, watching and listening to her breathe. He heard her quick indrawn breath, felt her tense.

  “Not too sure about your ass—haha—ssessment,” she panted.

  He chuckled and after giving her time to adjust and waiting until she moaned in pleasure and acceptance, added a second finger. The ring of muscle clamped around his fingers and drove the blood from his head to his cock. He was rock-hard and wanted to fuck her ass, but she was so tight and he was so big. “Do you trust me, Caitlin?” Whenever he used her name, she tended to calm.

  “Yes, I trust you, Sir.”

  He was pleased when she fell back into the Dom/sub roles. He added more lube and continued to stroke and stretch her until she relaxed and accepted him. Her breathy pants tempted him to replace his fingers with his cock. God, he wanted to feel her squeeze him until he broke out in a sweat and shouted his triumph, but this time was for her. New experiences, new discoveries.

  When he deemed her ready, he held her cheeks open with one hand while easing the small, beaded tip of the anal toy into the center of her rosette. It entered as easily as his fingertip.

  She moaned, tipped her hips higher, and he slid the second knob inside. His gut clenched hard, driving the breath from his lungs. “Tell me what you feel, Belle.” He was as horny as a goat. The glove encasing his cock was so tight he felt as though he were being strangled, but he didn’t dare remove it. Not yet.

  “Good.” She panted as he stretched her wider with the third knob. She bit her finger to keep from crying out.

  “Do better.” He couldn’t recall the last time a woman had driven him to this point of desperate need. He used subs and the venue of the BDSM world to pleasure himself and ease his needs, but Caitlin had picked him up and taken him to an entirely new world, one where it was just the two of them, no pasts, no rules, and no limitations.

  His rule of having sex only once with any sub had been shattered. He wanted only one woman. Caitlin. And right now, he needed her wild. For him. Only him.

  Picking up the vibrator, he teased her glistening slit. She was wet and slick. He eased the pink shaft in an inch at a time and continued to coax the anal toy deeper. His breath caught in his throat as her tight rosette opened and swallowed the fourth bead.

  “Oh-oh,” she whimpered. “That felt really good.”

  Damon slid the knobby probe out nice and slow, pleased with her cries of pleasure as each bead glided out then popped back in. He continued with smooth strokes until she rocked on her knees, encouraging him, helping him. He flipped on the vibrator in her pussy.

  She yelled, and her head shot up. “Oh. My. God.”

  “Like this, do you?” He played with the anal toy while the vibrator inside her pussy thrust and hummed and the clit tickler tickled.

  “Shit—what’s not—to—like?” Her voice ended on a strangled scream when he flipped the switch on the probe. She shrieked, her ass tipping higher.

  He loved her response. She didn’t hold back, didn’t pretend. He had the feeling that, with this woman, what you saw, was what you got. Her body told him how she felt. He had to have the words.

  “Tell me how you feel.” He was going on desperate.

  Caitlin lifted her head, revealing her long, smooth throat. “Alive—there—and my clit, it’s as though it’s connected to my—my ass—like the vibrations are fucking each other.”

  Damon continued, stretching her, teasing her. And himself. His balls were strung so tight he felt as if they were being squeezed through a very small opening and warned if he didn’t find release, they just might burst. The pain in his thigh was gone, replaced by a more desperate and immediate need that came from denial.

  Caitie wiggled her hips and moaned. Her beastly prince was right. There were nerves, lots of never before felt nerves there, and they were as sensitive to his touch as her nipples to a breath of cold air. She groaned when the last bead popped inside with a bit of discomfort and a slight burning sensation, but no pain.

  Pleasure engulfed her each time he slid the toy out and then in, her body eager and welcoming. He flipped the vibrators on and off, bringing her to the edge, then leaving her aching and desperate. With both devices off, he teased her by sliding one or two beads out, then pushing them in.

  Four in. Three out. All five in. One out. Each ball on the probe added to her pleasure. “God, I like this.”

  The tick
le to her clit increased. The feel of the round knobs moving in and out of her anus felt strange. Weird. But absolutely heavenly. Both vibrators flared to life. The hum in her ass merged and mingled with the vibrations in her pussy. The pink toy thrust and pumped, and when he angled it, the soft material scraped across her G-spot.

  But as good as both toys were, it was the tickling of her clit that had her gritting her teeth to stop the scream rushing her throat. She gasped and moaned, buried her face in the pillow as the combination of so much pleasure became more than she could handle. And without realizing how close to coming she was, every nerve shrieked, her heart pounded, and the blood in her veins ran hot and fast.

  The pleasure blotted out everything else in her life, and before she could even think about coming or prepare herself for it, Damon and his clever toys sent her soaring off the peak like a juvenile eagle taking flight for the first time.

  She flew into a world of bright, blinding light, a bolt of lightning tearing through the clouds and setting them ablaze with exploding white-hot sunbursts. Her body buzzed, her mind blanked until she floated back to earth. Back to her beast. She was vaguely aware of him removing the toys and washing her with a cool cloth. Fresh lube dripped onto her anus then new pressure was applied and she realized he’d switched butt plugs. This one was bigger around, the tip as big as the largest bead in the other toy.

  “Relax and push back, sweet.”

  Caitie obeyed, and the smooth plug stretched her anus open. The ring of muscle protested, more burning than with the beaded toy and more discomfort. She groaned as it forced her to widen and stretch, but she discovered the slight pain sent pulses of electricity straight into her clit, same as when he pinched her nipples.

  She liked it. She lifted her head to say so, but he smacked her ass with the flat of one hand. She squealed in surprise at the sharp sting, clenched her butt muscles, and then groaned at the feel of the plug inside her.

  “Naughty sub,” he whispered in her ear. “I don’t recall giving you permission to come. You’ve earned yourself a spanking.” He pushed her flat and covered her body with his.

  “What?” Still breathing hard, she protested. “You didn’t say I couldn’t.”

  He nipped her shoulder. “What is rule two?”

  Moaning, Caitie bit her lower lip to keep herself from arguing. Before she could say anything further, a shrill scream startled her. She lifted her head, peered through the railing, but didn’t see anything. “What was that?”

  “Our warning that the show is about to start. Until I tell you differently, you need to be quiet. No yelling, no screaming.” His arms framed hers, his fingers threading through the backs of hers. “Watch below. The rest of the guests should be arriving.”

  Her brows rose when she spotted a couple leaving the thicker woods, following the narrow deer trail that led to an arched shrub. “Cinderella and her Prince Charming have arrived.”

  She giggled when she noticed the woman had her top tucked beneath her breasts. Her partner got onto his knees and crawled into one of the bushes with a quilt, then came out and urged Cinderella inside.

  “Wow. Little tunnels. Very cool.” She craned her neck, searching the darkening land below. On the far side, she spotted another couple, but she couldn’t make out who they were. Her impression was of a blonde woman. Could be either Wendy or Rapunzel? They faded into the shadows hugging the trees. More couples arrived, visible only while on the short length of path from woods to the stage area. Each disappeared into the dark ring or, from her view of the stage, crawled into their dens like bears ready to hibernate. Sleep was the last thing on anyone’s mind, she’d bet. Smiling, she realized the couples below were front and center to whatever was going to happen in that clearing.

  “I think you’re right. We’ve got great box seats, even if it’s dark down there.” She hoped there would be lights, as the lamps ringing the stage didn’t reach into the center.

  “Almost show time. Up you go.” He pulled her up onto her knees, nudged her legs apart. His hands slid up her waist and cupped her breasts. “Let’s take a quick dash to house number ten, see what sweets await us.”

  “You’re kidding.” Nine had earned her a spanking, but now there were other couples nearby. Anyone could see them. Or, good lord, hear her.

  “Nope. And remember, no screaming.” The hum of the vibrator against her nipple nearly made her shriek.

  Another scream came from somewhere below, but Caitlin’s mind was focused on the man behind her and the show where she was the star. He teased both nipples, then had her sucking in her breath as he trailed the soft, nubby silicone down her belly and zeroed in on her throbbing clit.

  She jerked and was grateful for his arm banded around her. With little choice, she came hard and fast, whipped and thrown into a violent orgasm. She whimpered when he removed his finger. Spasms still rocked her insides and each time she contracted her muscles, the butt plug set off a new wave of explosions.

  “That was a taste of what’s coming, sweet Belle,” he whispered in her ear. He jerked his hips, letting her feel his magnificent cock stroking between her parted legs.

  Damon rose to his feet behind her and held out his hand to help Caitie up. He yanked off his penis glove, and her heart jumped to her throat. He was thick, the veins pulsing and twining around his cock like vines. His mushroomed head had deepened to a rich red-purple, a color in the past reserved for royalty.

  And hot damn, this man was her prince.

  “Oh, Sir, you look as though you need emergency attention to ease your swelling.” She licked her top lip and wanted to fall on him like fleas on a dog. Her mouth watered at the thought of sliding her lips down his cock and swallowing him.

  He fisted his hand around his shaft and stroked slow. “I’m afraid my poor cock wouldn’t last if you did what you’re thinking of doing.” He slipped a foil packet out of a small pocket on his hip and handed it to her. He held her gaze. “No skin to skin. Or mouth. Condom only.”

  “Or?” God, it would be worth a spanking to touch him and do whatever she wanted.

  “Or you might just end the fun. No candy for naughty subs.”

  No more candy? That was unacceptable and therefore not worth the risk. She removed the condom and positioned it right over his weeping slit. His hiss of air made her smile as she used fingers from both hands to unroll the latex over the soft head, taking her time. Her touch firmed when she started down his hard length.

  He felt so damn good. She needed so much more so she fisted her hand around him, making sure not to touch him. A thrill of lust zipped deep into her center. His girth was so wide, she couldn’t touch her thumb to her fingertips. Slowly, she eased the latex tube down his shaft.

  Damon sucked in his breath. “Belle.” His voice was low with warning.

  Caitie grinned. “No skin to skin.” He hadn’t said she couldn’t use her whole hand to apply the condom. As soon as the latex covered him from tip to hilt, she stepped back to stop herself from sliding her fingers down and over his sac.

  Another shrill scream, this one much closer, had her whipping around. Gripping the rail, she searched below and spotted a woman running out of the forest. Her blouse was pulled down over one breast and her skirt rode up her ass. Good grief. What was it with exposed boobs? She shook her head. The woman shrieked, shouted that a wolf was after her.

  “Oh, my god. Are there wild animals in the woods?” Caitie leaned over the rail to call out a warning. She wished she had her rifle to scare off the animal.

  Damon covered her mouth. “Shh. Not a word. No talking from this point on.”

  Suddenly, as though God’s hand had flipped a switch, soft lights winked on. The branches and leaves in the trees surrounding the stage twinkled. Her eyes went wide with delight. There were thousands of them, some small, some larger rounded globes, enough to light up the entire clearing.

  From the tallest tree at the far end, a large yellowish-white lamp glowed, a moon nestled among the stars. The wo
man below ran into the pool of simulated star and moonlight.

  “Help! The wolf is after me! Help me! Someone help me!”

  The sudden snap of a whip startled Caitie, drawing her attention to the man striding onto the stage. “Oh, good heavens,” she whispered. “It’s Red Riding Hood and her big, bad wolf.” And damn, the guy was seriously built. She too might scream if a hunk was chasing her with his cock leading the way. She licked her lips. Scream with giddy anticipation, that is.

  She watched Red kneel and submit to her Dom. “This is our show?”

  “It is.” Damon closed one hand over breast, his fingers playing with her nipple. The other manipulated the butt plug, twisting and turning it, pushing it in, pulling it almost out until she moaned and wiggled her hips. It was hard to focus on what was going on below when he was making her body sing. His hands trailed over her belly, leaving a path of heat and need. She sucked in her breath, waited for him to snake his finger into her pubic hair and find her clit.

  But instead of a bare finger, the tiny vibrator hummed to life. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

  “Payback is a bitch, sweet. Punishments come in many forms. No noise. Not a sound.”

  God, if this was his idea of punishment, she’d have to make sure she did a lot of disobeying. Feeling herself ready to crest, she drew in a deep breath, then cried out when he shut off the vibrator, sending her crashing back to earth.

  She moaned and understood. Pleasure and denial made for a very effective punishment. “Not fair,” she grumbled the groaned when the toy on her clit came alive. Three times, she protested aloud and each time he revved her to the point of orgasm, then stopped. Caitie thought she just might go mad in a very delicious manner.

  “Don’t think I don’t know what you are up to, little sub. Denial makes for a very effective punishment, sometimes more so than a spanking.” He removed the vibrator, then the plug, and dropped them into the box.

  She bit back her protest. Damn the man.