“Say ‘ouch’ again. You know that’s my favorite word...” Nora flicked him in the same spot and Lance’s hips scooted two inches over on the bed. He could scoot but he couldn’t hide.

Again and again she struck him along the thin sensitive skin of his hips and inner thighs. She had to give the man credit. He took the pain like a pro and never once begged for mercy.

“I’m loving these bright red marks all over your hips,” Nora said, admiring her own handiwork. “I’ve seen tabby cats with fewer markings.”

“Nice symmetry.” Lance raised his head and looked at the red stripes that decorated him from knees to chest. “I like the V-patterns.”

“One of my trademarks. Some Mistresses just go for the kill—brute force is their game. I like a little finesse, a little artistry.”

“A little fucking?” Lance prompted.

“Oh, if you insist.”

“Only if you think I’ve earned it, Mistress.”

Nora leaned over him again and brought her mouth to his.

“I think you’ve earned it.”

She let her lips hover an inch over his, high enough that he had to raise his head to kiss her. She pulled back another inch and he raised his head another inch.

Once more she pulled back this time out of reach.

“Please, Mistress...” All the playfulness, the teasing had gone out of Lance’s voice. She heard only desire.

“Please what?”

She expected him to say Please kiss me or Please fuck me. Either wish would have been immediately granted.

Instead, in a voice low and hungry he whispered, “Please make love to me.”

Nora didn’t have a snappy comeback for that. She had no words at all. All she could do was look at him, at this man beneath her who’d put himself into her hands, had given her his body to be used any way she desired. The submissive existed to offer himself at the feet of the Domme. So why did she suddenly feel so humbled?

Closing her eyes, she kissed him again, kissed him with renewed passion, renewed determination to make all his deepest fantasies come true.

She kissed her way down his body, pausing for a few minutes to tease his cock with her tongue again, before making her way to his ankles. She unstrapped him from the spreader bar so he could have all the traction he needed. Her hands roamed all over him, taking in every inch of his warm, hard body. She didn’t know why she couldn’t stop touching him. Something in the back of her mind told her to enjoy him while she could. That made no sense, however. She had him tied down to her bed. Where could he possibly go?

“Please...” Lance begged again and Nora raised a finger to her lips.

“I will,” she said. “But I want to enjoy your body now.”

“It belongs to you. Enjoy it any way you want.”

She bit his quivering stomach, nibbled the insides of his arms all the way to his wrists. She traced his collarbone with her fingertips, massaged his chiseled thighs.