“Oh, God,” Kalie cried

“Are you coming again?”

She nodded as the joy surged through her.

Erik wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her back against him.

“Tell me.” His cock still pumped into her.

“Yes.” The word came out thin and reedy. “I’m...” She gasped when he thrust deeper. “I’m coming, Sir.”

Her pumped faster and she moaned, riding the ecstatic wave of delight. As he kept filling her, she felt dizzying pleasure pulsing through her. It kept building. Impossibly intense.

Then, in a deluge of joyful sensations, she shattered. Trembling in his arms. Ecstasy exploding in every cell.

He groaned and his hot seed filled her. Their two bodies shuddered together, his cock still hard inside her.

Then he stopped thrusting. He held her tight to him and she leaned against him.

Oh, God, that was so intense.

* * *

Erik lay there holding her close to him, his cock still buried deep inside her, willing himself to get up and walk away. But the warmth of her around his cock, the softness of her body pressed so close…

Fuck, the woman had bewitched him.

He wanted to stay here with her. To roll her back and kiss her, then nestle his cock into her warm pussy and hold her so tight she’d never get away from him. But he’d had a woman once who was willing to be his—gave herself over to him as his slave—and even cared for him in her way. But Sylvia hadn’t loved him. As much as she’d wanted to.

He’d known he and Sylvia could never be happy.

Kalie had consciously convinced herself she didn’t want love—which was clearly something she told herself because she was afraid of falling in love again and being rejected.

He’d seen her eyes glowing when she looked at him, which might be love, or the budding of it, but even if it was, they were both gun shy and afraid of being hurt. Neither of them was ready for more so if they continued in a relationship, one of them would get hurt.

He didn’t want to be hurt again. And God knew he didn’t want to see her hurt.

He drew in a deep breath, then slid away from her. When his cock slipped from her body he felt an immediate ache. But he ignored it and stood up, then turned and walked out of the room.

* * *

Kalie shivered at the loss of Erik’s warmth. As soon as he pulled away, she rolled onto her back and watched him leave. He didn’t look back, even as he closed the door.

She sighed, staring at the ceiling, her limbs still stretched wide by the restraints. She had no covers and lay there total exposed. He probably had a camera so he could observe her. Stare at her naked body. Ensure she was okay.

As much as he’d left her here alone and chained up, she knew he would come back if she needed him.

Time passed as she lay there. She found herself dozing off, then waking again. Wondering when he would return. She wondered if she should thrash at the chains. Do something to draw him back into the room.

But what if he didn’t come back even then?

She sighed. She was his captive. If she thrashed, he probably wouldn’t come back, letting her act out her role.

What she really wanted to know was whether this time together had changed his view on continuing a relationship with her.

* * *

Erik watched her on the webcam. There were several cameras in the room giving different views. He was watching the stream from the one above her on the ceiling.

She looked so uncertain. So lost.

She’d been in there for two hours—having slept for half that time. He knew he should go and bring her out. But he just wanted to watch her.

He heard the timer ding. The premade lasagna he’d put in the oven was ready. He closed the webcam window and pushed himself to his feet.

Although he would prefer to leave her there at a safe distance where he wouldn’t be tempted to touch her... to make love to her again... she would be hungry and thirsty, and she’d need to stretch her legs.

And he needed to move forward.

He pulled the lasagna from the oven and placed it on the hot plate on the table, then walked to the dungeon.

As he stepped into the room, she turned to gaze at him. She said nothing as he walked toward her. He unfastened her wrists first. She sat up and rubbed them as he freed her ankles.

He waited while she stood up. She took a step toward him and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his shoulder.

He wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her. To coax her tongue into his mouth and suckle it softly. That would lead to him pushing her back on the bed and taking her hard and fast.

Which she would probably love.

He disentangled her arms from around him, then strode from the room. She followed behind him.