Provocative. Her eyes covered. Naked on his bed. Her skin a riot of color from her ink, the roses curling up her inner arms. Her ass jutted out because she’d arched her back.

His. No one else around. Hours and hours.

He leaned down and bit one juicy cheek and she shuddered on a moan.

This strong, bossy woman had given over to him with such ease it had startled him. And, he realized, it startled her too.

He picked up the slapper, testing it on his palm, liking the sound.

She stilled.

He drew the edge of it over the curve of her ass. “Still with me?”

She managed a moan of assent.

And then he brought the leather down against her skin, the sound loud, more startling then the actual slap, he’d wager.

He dipped to lick up the line of her spine before he slapped her ass several more times. Slowly. Building heat. Building pleasure to beat back the pain.

“Your skin turns the most beautiful shade when it’s being paddled.” He blew over her ass cheeks and smiled to himself when gooseflesh rose in response.

Her legs were spread wide, leaving her pu**y open to his touch. When his fingertips brushed against her labia he found her wet and hot.

She moaned low and ragged when he parted her, swirling a finger around her clit, tugging lightly on the hoop.

His pulse pounded in his temples. His c**k was so hard it nearly hurt. He wanted to slide into that hot, wet cunt and f**k her. Right then.

Instead he drew it out.

Her muscles trembled as he slowly built her orgasm.

Her skin, so much of it, soft, taut over curves that stretched forever, called to him. He kissed the dimples at each side of her spine. Licked the small of her back. He kissed the blades of her shoulders and across her back.

Every once in a while, he returned to her cunt and she strained back to get more.

“Do you want it?” He surged up to nip her ass again.

She made a frustrated growl, her muscles tightening.

“I need you to tell me.”

“Yes!”

“Yes what?” He blew against her pu**y and she groaned as he tickled her clit.

“Yes, I want you to make me come.”

“There you go. That wasn’t hard, was it?”

She growled again and he resisted laughing. Only barely.

He went back to her cunt, one hand there, the other he slid between her body and the bed to play with a nipple. Her body gleamed with sweat and a flush as her climax began to build in earnest.

She smelled so good he couldn’t resist leaning in to lick over her ribs. She whimpered and he nipped her skin. The whimper smoothed into a moan.

She rained honey on his hand as her nipple hardened against his palm and fingers.

With a strangled gasp as he pressed his palm against her cunt, still stroking her clit with his fingertips, she came hard and fast, her muscles tightening as she strained against the cuffs. He was thankful for the sturdiness of his furniture; her upper-body strength was nothing to sneeze at.

And when she finally went boneless on a satiated sigh, he kissed her skin.

“Mmm, you’re so f**king delicious when you climax.”

She mumbled into the mattress.

“It’s my turn, Raven.”

He sat up enough to undo her cuffs from the bed, though he left them on her wrists.

She was still boneless and lazy. He wondered how often she was this way and figured it probably wasn’t very often.

He pulled the blindfold off and she blinked at him. “Hello there, beautiful. You need to climb up and f**k me.”

She managed to get to her knees on the bed, and then he hooked the cuffs on her wrists together, binding them behind her back.

“My balance . . .”

He put a finger over her lips to silence her and he nearly came when she sucked it into her mouth.

“Goddamn.”

She smiled, catlike.

“I’ll handle your balance. You said you trusted me. Prove it.”

She licked her lips and then relaxed as he kept hold of the chain between the cuffs to help her remain upright.

“Your back . . . ” Her words were slightly slurred. “Either sit or put a bunch of pillows under your head and neck or you’re going to hurt.”

He hadn’t thought of that but she was right. He moved to a nearby chair and brought her along, helping her off the bed first, sliding a condom on before she straddled him, her knees to either side of his body.

Looking up at her this way brought pause. This wasn’t play. This was more. He was breaking her in a sense. Battering all her defenses until she submitted to him totally. There was a lot of responsibility he was about to take on. If he wanted her to submit to him, he had to deserve it. To continue to deserve it every day.

This woman was strong. Vibrant. She was wild and willful. But beneath? She was fragile and he needed to tread carefully so as not to harm that. He wanted her total trust. He had to earn it.

One-handed, he angled his cock, brushing it against her pu**y a few times before he lined up and pressed in. Her lips parted on a sigh and she pushed down, taking him into her body completely.

He held her wrists, letting her know he wasn’t ready for her to move again just yet.

His gaze danced over her body. Lingering as he took in the curve of her hips. The weight of her br**sts. The glint of the silver bars piercing her ni**les. Her face, those gorgeous, lush features, her full mouth, the slumberous, slightly wary eyes.

And then there was the sight of his c**k as she drew up on her knees, nearly leaving her body, and then slowly disappearing as she fell slowly down on him again.