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lightly with his. “I'm going to restrain you, little cat, because your
mind, for whatever reason, thinks you shouldn't do this and tells you to stop.
But I'm not going to stop, and there will be nothing you can do about it.”
    Even as he
spoke, he pulled leather straps over her arms, her wrists. Then one across her
hips over her skirt. To her shock, he flipped her skirt up and wrapped a Velcro
cuff around her lower thigh. Bending her knee, he pushed her leg toward her
shoulder and clipped the thigh cuff right beside her wrist. He did the same on
the other side, and she lay on the table splayed open like a frog about to be
cut up.
    What was
sexy about that? Yet the feeling of having her most intimate parts bared and
vulnerable sent a shiver through her. She could see a few people around the
edge of the scene area, watching.
    Alex
chuckled and rubbed his knuckles over her cheek, pulling her attention back to
him. “Take a breath, sweetheart.”
    She pulled
in a deep breath.
    His eyes
were very blue and seemed to fill her whole vision. “Good.” He kissed her
again, gently, lightly, coaxing her to respond. When she did, he pulled back, then ran his hands up and down her torso to the tender
undersides of her breasts. To the nipples that had again started to pucker.
When he sucked on the nipples, the tightness turned into a tingling ache of
need.
    Then she
heard someone in the crowd laugh, turned her head, and saw their faces. She
stiffened and made a useless attempt to move.
    Alex
lifted his head and studied her for a second. “Little cat, do you trust me not
to leave you? Not for a second?”
    Why was he
asking her that? But he didn't say more. She bit her lip. Would he stay with
her? Well, he'd saved her from that man and then held her. He hadn't abandoned
her. She'd seen that he had his own code of honor. “Yes, Sir,” she said.
    “Ah.” He
smiled at her. “I like the trust I see growing. Now, I promise I won't hurt you
while you're restrained here on the table. Do you trust me to keep my word?”
    A whore
learned to read people well. She usually knew when someone lied to her. He
wasn't lying. “Yes, Sir.” She swallowed. “What are you
going to do?”
    “I'm going
to take a little more control from you, MacKensie . I
will ask you to keep your eyes closed.” From under the table, he lifted
headphones. “You won't be able to see or hear, just to feel my hands on your
body. My mouth on your pussy.”
    Her breath
hitched at the image.
    “You have
your safe word, little cat. Now close your eyes.” She did. When the earphones
covered her ears, she heard the rhythmic sounds of the ocean: a low roar, then
hissing. All she could hear was the ocean; all she could see was black. Had he
left her? Her eyes popped open, and she looked right up into Alex's amused
face. Like he knew she'd panic.
    She caught
a breath of Alex's rich aftershave just before his hand cupped her cheek, and
he kissed her, gently, coaxing the response he knew she could give. After a
minute, he lifted his head and touched her temple in an unspoken command.
    Dammit , she
wanted to be able to see.
    He waited.
    After
giving him a glare that made his lips quirk, she closed her eyes.
    His mouth
covered hers again. As he toyed with her lips, nibbled on them, her anxiety
diminished. And after a minute, many minutes, he moved. She had a second of
panic. Then his hands touched her breasts, the feel of his slightly rough
fingers already familiar. His lips closed around one nipple, his tongue hot
against the sensitive tip as he sucked.
    His mouth
withdrew. Coolness over the wet nub, then…a pinching
sensation. Not his fingers. The compression tightened right to the edge
of pain and didn't loosen. A clamp . Like that other sub had worn. The steady pressure
created a sizzling river of sensation between her breast and her groin. His hot
mouth sucked on the other nipple, then the pressure again. The ache in her
pussy increased.
    His hand
stroked down her