Emerging from trimmed, black pubic hair, his cock was rigid with engorged veins running up to the thick head. When she reached out, he slapped her hands. “You do not touch me without permission.”

Growling under his breath, he took a silk scarf from her trunk at the foot of the bed and bound her wrists behind her back.

With a grunt of satisfaction, he stood in front of her again. His hand behind her head drew her face toward his cock. “Take me.”

Her heart kicked up faster as she opened her mouth, and he pushed inside. She licked frantically, inhaling his dark, musky fragrance, tasting the first salty drop on the head.

Using her hair to move her, he ordered, “Suck” or “Lick” when the notion hit him. She swirled her tongue around him obediently, then, defying his hold, pulled back to suck only on the head.

“I don’t think so.” Fisting both hands in her hair, he pushed deeper into her throat, setting off her gag reflex. “Take it, English. You can and you will.” He pulled back, waited a second, did it again.

Her eyes teared as she fought the restraints, fought his hold, and with every failure, lost more of her sense of control over anything.

Her muscles went slack as she surrendered, giving him everything, letting him move her as he would. Push her to do more.

“Better. You have much to learn, English.” He pulled out and released her.

She dropped down, her bottom on her feet, shaking uncontrollably. Yet…she could feel the wetness slicking her upper thighs. The desire to have him inside her was a pounding need. She swallowed, tasting him on her tongue, the most potent and frightening of aphrodisiacs.

“Face to the carpet,” he snapped. She complied.

With the sharp sound of leather on skin, pain flared over her right butt check. Her yelp filled the room. Trembling, she waited for more as the burn remained, throbbing and yet erotic. Shockingly erotic. She raised her head slightly.

He tossed a leather strap onto the trunk. “Next time you will do better, yes?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered. Anxiety over what he’d do next shivered through her, yet she needed him so badly that her core burned as painfully as her bottom.

He bent and smoothed his hand over the sore flesh. “Pretty round ass. Tempting a man to savagery. To do as he pleases.” His merciless hand on her hip held her still as he pressed his fingers to her pussy, tracing the wetness. “So…the woman wants a man to take her?”

In a smooth move he lifted her up and tossed her on the bed on her side, intimidating her with his cruel strength. With her arms still tied behind her, she struggled to sit up. He’d done his leathers back up, the bulge blatant. Straining to be free.

She’d done that. Staring at him, she tensed in a mixture of fear and anticipation. He’d take her, and he wouldn’t be gentle. Her nipples bunched, and her pussy felt as if it swelled even as she waited.

He untied her hands and pushed her onto her back. Without a word, he shoved a pillow under her bottom to raise her hips, then wrapped silk around her ankle, over and over, forming the softest of cuffs. He tied it loosely to the bottom post.

When he grasped her other leg, fear flared, and she tried to pull away. His powerful hand gripped her tighter, and he easily lashed that ankle down as well. He positioned her arms next to her sides, keeping her still with a deadly look from his black eyes. After tying one end of a silk scarf to the left headboard post, he tied the other end to her left wrist, then repeated the process on the right.

What kind of bondage was that? Her arms were almost completely loose.

Amusement glinted in his eyes as she lifted her arms. Slowly, deliberately, he wrapped silk around each thigh just above the knee, making thigh cuffs.

He bent her left leg, pulling it out toward the side of the bed, and then tied her wrist cuff to her thigh cuff. Her hand flattened over her knee. He did the same on the other leg.

She stared up into dark unreadable eyes, and his lips curled in a hard smile. His hand pressed between her breasts, making her nipples contract harder. “You like being bound, English. Thus I will do it so well that you cannot move from my attentions. From any pain I choose to give you.”

Her heart thudded hard against his palm, and his laugh was as dark as his gaze. At each of the four posts, he tightened the silks until nothing moved. Her legs, tied to her wrists, couldn’t pull down, and her arms couldn’t pull up, and her knees were bent and splayed out, leaving her open to anything he wanted to do.

He watched her struggle for a while, and the slight curve of his mouth and amusement in his eyes said he enjoyed seeing her helpless.

Her breathing was close to panting; she wasn’t so sure she liked it at all.

When he walked over to an armoire against the wall, she stiffened. That wasn’t her furniture. He took something out. It looked like a fat dildo at first. Then he turned it and lubricated a second, smaller shaft. A double dildo. Her jaw dropped as she realized it would go in both her pussy and anus.

He leaned forward and put the larger dildo against her pussy, sliding it in an inch. She squeaked as the other shaft pushed against her anus. “No, no, I don’t want that.”

“I didn’t ask.” With a few rocking movements, he pressed the shaft through the ring of muscles and slid both dildos all the way in with one hard penetration.

Her anus burned and throbbed. Her pussy felt stretched and full. When he flipped a switch, both shafts vibrated together, making her clench around them. As her excitement flared, she squirmed helplessly.

“This keeps you occupied until I make you silent.” His mouth turned down in disgust. “Mouthy English women.”

He picked something up that had been lying on the quilt. “You will remember these?” He held up the nipple clamps from her first day at Dark Haven. A fine chain dangled between them.

Her eyes widened. Oh no—her breasts were already swollen and aching.

Ignoring her attempts to move, he attached one. Tightened it until it bit into her. She waited for him to ask for a number, for how badly it hurt.

He didn’t ask. Her breath thickened in her throat as he moved to her other breast. Pinching, pinching. She was panting when he stopped.

Testing, he gave the chain a tug. She sucked in a breath at the painful pull on each nipple. “Very good.” His smile didn’t reassure her at all as he set a small lead weight on her chest. A woven rope had been tied to the ring on it.

Xavier glanced up.

Oh heavens. A chain crossed from the top of the left head post to the top of the right bottom post. “What is—”

He tossed the end of the rope over the high chain.

The vibrations in her pussy and anus never stopped. Her clit throbbed frantically as her need grew.

She stared as he pulled on the rope, lifting the metal ball until it swung in the air.

“This will teach you to keep your mouth closed”—his eyes glinted—“unless I have use for it.” He pressed a midsection of the rope between her teeth, letting the tail end lie on her chest. “Bite.”

When he let go, the weight on the other end pulled against her hold.

This wasn’t so bad. If she opened her mouth, the weight would drop onto her stomach. It weighed less than a kiwi.

But then he took the tail end lying on her chest and tied it to the thin chain between the nipple clamps. Holding on to the rope, he glanced at her. “Let go.”

No, I don’t think so. She shook her head, saw the ruthless look in his eyes, and opened her jaw.

He played the rope out slowly. As the weight descended, the chain between her breasts rose and tugged on the clamps until it felt as if fingernails were pulling her nipples upward. Her back arched as she tried to relieve the pressure. “Noooo.”

“Yes.” He pulled on the rope, lifting the weight until the chain between the clamps lay slack again. Then he offered her the section of the rope she’d been holding before—the one just above where it tied to the breast clamps.

As she closed her teeth on the rope, she felt the weight swinging on the other end, and she groaned as she understood what he’d done.

“Yes. Your teeth hold the weight now. If you open your mouth and release the rope, the nipple clamp chain will get the weight.” His smile was cruel. “It might hurt a bit.”

No. No no no. Her jaws locked on to the rope.

“Next time I will add a clit clamp.” He surveyed his work with satisfaction—and arousal. “But I intend something else for that pink English clit today.”

She inhaled through her nose as too many sensations swept over her: the biting of the clamps, the vibrations in her pussy and anus. Her swollen clit throbbed.

He put a knee on the bed, looking down at her. “Pretty pale woman, tied up and open for me to use.” He cupped one breast with a gentle touch that contrasted with the burning pinch of the clamp. Leaning forward, he teased the metal with his tongue, wetting the compressed peak, then blowing a stream of air to cool the burn…only the pain didn’t go away. His mouth worked the other one as he fondled her full breasts. Playing with her as the vibrations went on and on.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, and the feeling of helplessness filled her. She couldn’t do anything. Her mind circled, drifting farther and farther away, as the overwhelming sensations shook her body.

Chuckling, he nipped her soft stomach.

She started to gasp, felt the rope move, and her teeth gritted down.

He stroked over her open thighs as he checked her leg and wrist restraints. “You’re quite helpless, English. How does it feel?”