“Cole.” I ground out his name. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“I—you know.”

“Please this?” he asked, then slowly inserted his well-lubed fingertip into my rear.

I gasped, then bit my lower lip, astounded by the wash of pleasure that crashed over me. “Yes,” I said. “Oh, god, yes.”

He reached for the plug, and as I watched he spread lube on it. I was still on hands and knees. Still vulnerable to him. Still wide open. And everything about the moment turned me on. I wanted to feel everything he had to offer—I wanted him to take me as far as I could possibly go. I wanted everything.

I wanted Cole.

I tilted my head up, then turned so that I could meet his eyes, certain that he could read my thoughts. For a moment, that’s all there was, that connection between us, then he bent over and pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades even as his hand slid down to my ass and he teased me with the plug, not putting it in, but touching me just enough to rile me up.

“I’m not going to fuck you here—not tonight. But I am going to fuck you with it inside you. I want you completely full. I want to watch you come knowing that I’ve taken you completely. That every sensation is at my pleasure and subject to my command. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” The word was wrenched out of me, my body tense, my sex already throbbing with demand.

He slipped his finger inside me first. Slowly, almost teasingly, until my muscles relaxed. It didn’t hurt—on the contrary, there was something wickedly erotic about being touched there, being fucked there. My sex clenched in time with his gentle thrusts, and my nipples had hardened to painful nubs.

With his other hand, Cole stroked my clit, teasing me by refusing to penetrate me despite my very desperate pleas. Worse, he tormented and played with me just enough to have me climbing toward orgasm. Then he backed off so that I was nothing more than passion and want and need.

I would have cursed him, but I was too destroyed to manage it.

“Frustrated?”

“Cole.” His name came out part plea, part whine.

He chuckled. “All the way to the edge and back, baby. And only when I’m certain that you’re teetering on the cusp am I going to bury myself in you and feel you explode around me. But right now . . .”

He trailed off, his voice taking on a teasing tone. Then he withdrew his finger from my rear as I moaned the loss of contact, of a sweet sensation that before this night I hadn’t even realized I craved.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, with intimate understanding of my moods and desires. “We’re not done yet.”

Gently, his lube-soaked fingers stroked me, opening me, and then I felt the pressure—not painful, but still intense—as he slowly thrust the plug inside me. I gasped, feeling full and, dammit, wanting to be fuller. Wanting all of it. Wanting all of him.

“Cole.” I tried to say more, but I’d lost words. I was too swept away by sensation.

“Imagine it’s me. My cock, teasing you. Stretching you. Taking you as far as you can go.”

“Yes,” I said, the word emerging on a groan.

“Turn over, baby,” he said. “Turn around and sit on the edge of the bed. Legs apart, hands on your knees. I want to see how turned on you are.”

I did as he asked, my pulse quickening from the sensation of my body’s weight against the plug working to thrust it deeper inside me. I sucked in air, steadying myself, then spread my legs even wider as I drew confidence from the look of pure, undiluted passion I saw in his eyes.

“Do you like it? The way it feels? The way it fills you?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I said. “I want you inside me.”

“Like this?” He moved to stand in front of me, then reached down to stroke my sex and thrust a finger deep inside me.

I groaned, so on edge it was a wonder I didn’t explode. “Yes. No. Oh, god, Cole, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“It would be my pleasure,” he said. “But not yet. I don’t think you’re quite ready yet.”

“You’ve lost your mind,” I protested. “I’m not sure I’ve ever been more ready.”

He just smiled the kind of smile that suggested he had a secret, then picked up the padded envelope again. One by one, he took things out. A silver chain connected by two small metal clips. A coil of hemp rope. And, of course, he’d already removed the plug and the lube.

I licked my lips, unable to hide my amusement. “Seriously? You had these delivered with my closing documents?” I looked up at him. “I’m not going to ask why—that part I get. But how?”

“It’s amazing what you can arrange on short notice in a town like LA if you’re willing to pay for the service.”

I lifted my brows. “I don’t know if I should be impressed or mortified,” I said, but the words were only for show. My skin was hot, my nipples tight. My sex burned with need of him, and the stretched, full feeling in my ass only made the desire burn that much hotter.

Cole glanced at my breasts, then lazily continued his inspection up and down my body. A slow smile spread across his face. “You’re impressed,” he said. “Shall I slide my finger into your cunt to prove it?”

I made a noise that was probably a yes.

He chuckled. “No, I don’t think so. Not yet.” He took the rope. “Shall I show you what I can do with this? Shall I explain in intimate detail just how this rope is going to make you come?”

I couldn’t speak. Hell, I could barely nod. But the answer was yes. A huge, desperate, demanding yes.

He took my hand, then gently tugged me to my feet. I stood naked in front of him, my body on fire. I felt wild and wanton—as if he could fuck me all night and I still wouldn’t be satisfied.

And then, as he began to take the rope and move around me—as I felt the rough brush of the hemp against my waist as he knotted the cord into a sort of makeshift belt, another set of emotions joined the mix. Curiosity. Eagerness. Passion.

There was no denying that he had a plan, and so help me I wanted to experience every sweet second of it. But I was on edge, too, not knowing what he intended. Not understanding why he had leashed me.

And that edge only added to the excitement.

“It’s like a belt, you see,” Cole said, running his finger around my waist where the double strand of hemp was nice and snug. “Right here is where I’m going to draw it under you,” he said, and then proceeded to thread the two lengths of rope that had been behind me through my legs to my front.

He pulled it tight, making me gasp—and then making me almost come when he positioned each rope on either side of my vulva, so that the cording essentially rubbed against my inner thighs, but was also tight enough to keep some pressure on my sex.

“Tell me how that feels.”

“It’s strange,” I said. “It’s good. There’s pressure, and there’s awareness. It makes me wet. It also—” I cut myself off with a shake of my head.

“No,” he said. “No secrets. I want to know everything.”

“It makes me hot to know you’re binding me,” I said, not quite able to look him in the eye as I spoke. “To know that I’m completely at your mercy. I trust you,” I added, meeting his eyes. “More completely than you probably realize. But that doesn’t change the fact that this is still—”