Confusion greeted Callie as her brain restarted after short-circuiting for several moments, or was it longer?

With her body languid, and her mind working in slow motion, it was hard to grasp the thoughts swirling around her head like croutons in a French onion soup, and concentrate on anything.

The previous time Brundar had worked her up into a mind-bending orgasm, she’d been out of it for nearly an hour, during which Brundar had removed her restraints, carried her to bed, and cleaned her up. She’d felt none of that, waking up wrapped in blankets with Brundar sitting next to her fresh out of the shower.

This time, however, she must’ve woken up earlier because she could feel him wiping her gently with a warm washcloth.

Was blacking out and passing out from powerful orgasms normal?

Or maybe it only happened to her twice in a row because both times were firsts.

At the club, Brundar had introduced her to bondage and erotic spanking. The experience had been so intense that it was no wonder she’d passed out after orgasming. Heck, afterward, she’d been as exhausted as if she’d run a marathon.

This time had been just as intense or even more so because Brundar had finally joined them.

Had he felt the same thing she had?

The connection?

The indescribable awareness of finding her way home?

It had been so much more than sex. Then again, it could all have been in her head. The buildup of anticipation prompting her to assign meaning to what was nothing more than incredible sex.

One thing Callie was sure of, though. She wanted more of that. Heck, she wanted that every day, preferably more than once, for the rest of her life. But if it were too much to ask for, she would settle for one daily dose of a mind-blowing orgasm, please.

Brundar was turning her into a sex addict. But it was all good. Craving one man a lot couldn’t be unhealthy, right?

She felt Brundar move the warm washcloth to her inner thigh.

Was tending to her privates part of the aftercare she’d read about?

The blindfold was still on, but her arms and legs were free. Callie reached for the washcloth. “You don’t have to do this.”

With a growl that sounded more animal than human, Brundar moved her hand aside and continued his ministrations. “Better get used to that because I’m always going to take care of you.”

Oh, she could get used to him taking care of her, no problem.

The question was what he’d meant by that. Caring for her after sex?

For Callie it meant the whole kit and caboodle, like a commitment and a relationship, and all that jazz.

Except, there was something to be said for Brundar’s cleaning routine too, especially when he pushed on her knee and spread her thighs wider. The combination of dominance and gentle care was like an erotic Molotov cocktail on Callie’s arousal, igniting it and getting her wet all over again.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed. The washcloth disappeared, replaced by Brundar’s finger.

She chuckled. “Are you going to punish me for ruining all that careful cleanup work?”

His finger traced her slit. “On the contrary. I’m going to reward you.” The finger kept doing wicked things to her.

Callie lifted up to get a little more, only to have Brundar’s hand push down on her belly. “Arms over your head, Calypso. Grab onto the headboard and don’t let go.”

“Yes, sir.”

She felt like giggling again. Brundar was trusting her to keep her hands away. Not that she minded him tying her up, not at all, it was hot as heck. But she wanted more than that. Eventually, she hoped he would allow her to touch him. In the meantime, leaving her unrestrained was a step in the right direction.

Getting between her upturned knees, he spread her thighs even wider and blew on her heated flesh. Imagining what he saw, Callie felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She was completely exposed to his gaze, her lower lips spread so wide that she felt his cool breath all the way inside her.

A moment later his tongue speared into her, pulling a ragged moan from her throat. His strong hands holding her thighs spread wide, he licked and sucked like a man possessed.

It was too much. Callie forgot about keeping her hands up above her hand and reached for his head, tugging on his hair.

His warning growl reminded her of her mistake.

Immediately, she reached back for the iron scrolls of the headboard, gripping on to them for dear life.

Brundar stopped his attack for a moment to lift her legs and drape them over his wide shoulders, exposing her even more. But at this point, Callie was beyond caring.

“Please.”

She didn’t have to wait long.

Penetrating her with two fingers, Brundar sucked her clit in.

Her moan sounding more like a strangled, pained cry, Callie exploded, the tightly wound coil inside her springing free.

Through the orgasmic haze, she heard a wrapper tear, and a moment later Brundar was inside her. He wasn’t gentle, going hard and deep with one powerful thrust, then pulling almost all the way out only to ram back inside her full force.

Hanging on to the headboard for dear life, all she could do was spread wide and accept his hammering. It was exhilarating to feel Brundar lose control like that. There was nothing cold or reserved about the man on top of her.

Callie would’ve given anything to see his face lost to the passion. Grunting and growling, Brundar sounded like a rutting animal, and yet she couldn’t imagine him as anything less than the beautiful angel he was.

Her dark angel.

It was a heady feeling to be the one who caused this powerful and proud man to lose control.

His grip on her hips was bruising, but Callie didn’t care. He was claiming her, leaving his mark on her, and in turn, she was claiming him. As his shaft swelled inside her, stretching her to her limit, another climax rolled over her like a semitrailer going downhill with no brakes.

She screamed.

But this time she didn’t black out.