The chair is comfortable, but my arms protest at being bound above my head for so long. Kael stalks into the room with his chest bare and I can’t help grinning. The man is a walking piece of art. “Something funny, Phoenix?” I shake my head quickly. His deep growl is evidence that he’s in need of release.

We’re playing a scene and with him it’s different. As much as he thinks he’s inflicting pain, he’s never as bad as the man I had to endure for those long painful years.

Unzipping his paint-splattered jeans, he pulls out his thick cock. Without a word, he steps toward me and teases my mouth with the arousal coating my lips. I open, allowing him entrance. A groan, low and deep, rumbles from his chest. “Such a pretty bird.” He slides in, then out, with such precision and restraint but I know he’s barely holding on.

When his hips move faster the soft gagging sounds filter up to him and he watches me.

Our gazes lock—lust-fueled and desire driven.

This is fucking and most people think there isn’t love involved, but it overflows between us like a river raging toward the ocean.

This is us. Perfect. Complete.

Yes, when we’re not in this room we’re an average couple. But in here, I’m his pet, he’s my Master and I wouldn’t have it any other way. His hips buck and his cock hits the back of my throat repeatedly and my body aches for more, for him, for a good hard fuck.

“You want me, baby?” He slowly pulls out and leans in, his face inches from mine. Saliva drips from my chin, my lips are swollen, and I’m sure my eyes are glazed.

“Yes, Sir.” My mouth quirks, and he grins like the salacious devil he is. The man who stole my heart and my soul. Yet, I gave it willingly.

Helping me onto the bed, he proceeds to tie my arms above my head with soft black rope.

“Open those pretty legs for me, pet.” His fierce growl is enough to get my pussy wet. He only calls me that when we’re playing, when I’m leashed and bound. My thighs spread easily, obeying my Master. If someone had told me that I would be owned by a man—the same man who had stolen my heart when I was eighteen—and be collared and leashed, I would have laughed in their face.

If someone had told me I was going to walk out of Inferno with my hand in his, I would have told them to cut the crap. And if someone had warned me I’d find love, well, I would have called the mental institute and had them admitted.

But here I am, bound to Kael’s bed, the soft rope biting into my wrists, and the collar tightening just enough so that I have to focus on my breaths. It’s part of the scene, focus, intensity, and desire. “Look at that wet cunt. Is it all for me, pet?” When he’s in this mood his mouth is pure filth, and I love it.

“Yes, Sir.” Whack! The soft leather of the flogger stings my thighs and I whimper. Whack! The bite this time is directly on my bundle of nerves, the throbbing of my clit sends me spiraling, but I know better than to let go and come.

I take deep breaths, slow and steady. “Are you hungry, Firebird?” The nickname he gave me filters through the haze of lust and I nod. Whack!

“Yes, Sir!” I cry out as another harsh bite on my clit has my body teetering on the edge.

“Good girl.” The deep baritone of his voice drips lust. The cuffs around my wrists are unlocked and my arms fall beside me. My muscles ache from being in the same position for so long. “Lie back, I want your head over here.” He points to the edge of the bed and I scamper to him. Positioning myself with my head at the right angle for his cock to drive into my throat, I wait.

Anticipation fuels my blood and my body hums with need. Thick, long, and hard, his cock is positioned perfectly. “Open.” My mouth instinctively waters as I open it to accept my gift. The beautiful erection that’s only for me. Without warning he plunges into my mouth gagging me in the process and it takes me a minute to adjust. “Take it, pet. Every fucking inch, swallow my dick.” And I do. Happily.

His hand finds my drenched sex and his agile fingers tease me, opening my smooth lips and I hear the growl. “So pretty and pink, dripping for me.” He talks to no one in particular, but continues driving into my mouth. Then I feel it. The vibrator that torments me. It lightly touches my clit, teasing it with the soft hum.

He knows how to keep me edged to the point of pain. The physical ache to come, to feel my release shoot through my body, it’s just out of reach.

Suddenly, he stops and pulls out of my mouth. “I need to be inside you.” Hastily, I drop my feet to the floor and bend over the bed. The crown of his cock teases my pussy, and I wait for it, but it never comes because he plunges deep inside my ass. My cries are loud as I scream his name. The feel of him inside me is overwhelming, and the sting of his hand on my ass sends me into another fucking dimension. But I hear his order. “Come for me, pet. Now.”

My body explodes. My head is reared back as he tugs on my long red hair. My back arches and his hips slam into my ass. The slapping sound of flesh echoes through our bedroom, and I tighten around him so much that I’m sure I won’t be able to sit for a week.

“Such a perfect woman,” he growls. I know he hasn’t come yet, but he doesn’t slow his assault on me, and my body isn’t allowed to come down from the high because his cock is pulled from my ass. I hear the slick sound of him pulling the condom from his shaft before he pistons into my pussy, unraveling me a second time. He reaches around and tugs on the metal chain that’s attached to the clamps on my nipples. The cry that’s wretched from my body, along with the orgasm that’s ripped from my core, have my eyes shutting so tight I see sparks, black, then white, then nothing.

My Master.

My Lover.

My Man.