Oh, yes . . .

Pulling the straps of her little black lace dress down, she shimmied her way out of it. Jamie gave a nod of his chin and she handed the dress to him before slipping out of her lacy bra, then undoing the garters on her black garter belt and sliding the sheer black seamed stockings down her legs. She had to step out of her high black stilettos to get the stockings off. Picking up the shoes, she silently handed them along with her bra and stockings to Jamie, who watched her with a sharp gleam in his green eyes. The barbell piercing his eyebrow glittered wickedly in the low lighting. Why did his piercings, his tattoos, make him seem all the more devilishly sexy when these things never had the same effect on her with any other man? But his demeanor and knowing what was coming were making her wet.

She was brought back into the moment by Jamie reaching out and pinching her nipple, hard.

“Oh!”

“Where were you, baby?”

“Right here, Jamie. I promise.”

“See that you are,” he warned.

She nodded, then got out of her garter belt and black lace thong. It felt so good to be naked—the vulnerability of it always took her down to another level of subspace when they were in-scene.

“Don’t move, my girl,” he said before turning to carefully fold each article of her scant clothing and setting the small pile on the long wooden table, leaving her to shiver as an exquisite anticipation spiraled in her.

With his back still to her, he began to pull chains from his bag, and the primal clink of metal on metal made her nipples go hard, made her skin itch to feel them on her body. He worked slowly, making it pure torture to watch him. To wait. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing pulse as she reminded herself that everything he did was part of the beautiful mind-fuck they both loved.

Finally he turned back to her and moved in closer. He smoothed his palm over the small of her back, and even that simple touch made her tremble with need.

“This is how it’s going to come down, sugar. I’m going to lay you out on this vinyl table and cuff your wrists and ankles to the chains, which will be attached to the table by the steel bars on the sides. They’re incredibly strong, so no matter how you squirm you can’t get away. No matter how bad the pain gets, the only thing that gets you out is using one of your safewords. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, Jamie.”

“Tell me your safewords. I want them foremost in your mind before we get started.”

Oh God. How bad was this going to hurt? But she wanted it to. Wanted to do this for him. Wanted the pain, to test her limits. Her mind was buzzing.

“Yellow if I need to pause or to change toys, which I have a feeling is not an option tonight—”

“It’s not.”

She nodded. “Red if I need to stop the scene completely.”

“Good girl. Hands clasped behind your back.”

Good girl.

Her legs went weak as she did as he asked.

Jamie kissed her cheek, her temple, his hands going to her shoulders, sliding down to cup her breasts, then gripping until she groaned. He moved his hands lower, over her buttocks, squeezing and kneading, harder and harder, finding the pressure points. When she came up on her toes to get away from the pain, he smiled.

“Your skin is so hot under my hands,” he said. “This is going to be so good. Come here.”

Lifting her, he set her on the edge of the vinyl table. She had one moment to realize how cool the red vinyl was against her naked thighs, her burning naked sex, then he kicked her legs apart, stepped between them and thrust his fingers inside her.

“Ah!”

She reached for his broad shoulders to steady herself.

“That’s it, sugar. You love it when I fuck you, whether it’s with my cock or my hand, don’t you?” His voice was rough with desire. “You are so damn wet. Fucking beautiful. Makes me so hard.” He pumped his fingers into her, deeper, faster.

“Ah, God . . .”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby.”

He thrust hard into her pussy, over and over. She grew wetter and wetter as pleasure poured into her system, until she was soaking his hand and the table beneath her. Until she was moaning and panting, ready to come.

“Ah-ah. Not yet.” He pulled his fingers from her swollen and needy sex and pressed her down onto the table on her back.

She started to fold her thighs together, unable to help herself, but he forced her legs apart with strong hands. Leaning over her he ordered, “Eyes on me, Summer Grace.”

As she looked up at him, the only thoughts in her head were how beautiful he was and how badly she needed to come. How much more she needed to please him. Needed to.

“You know I see your desire, that everything I do is to make it good for you. And I think this is going to be so good for you. The wax is going to be hot. It’s going to feel like it’s burning your skin, but I will not let you walk away with blisters. The point is always to hurt, but not harm. You know I believe in that. Do you trust me?”

The answer came easily. “Of course I do. I trust you.”

He kept his gaze on hers, his eyes brilliant, letting her know how deeply immersed he was in Topspace. He bent and brushed a kiss across her lips, then over her cheek, whispering, “Love you, my sugar girl. You are infinitely precious to me. I would never harm you. Never. But I’m going to hurt you now because we both love it so much. Because it’ll make you fly so high. It’ll make me fly, in my own way. The pain always brings us closer, and I can’t seem to get close enough to you.” He paused, stroking her hair. “Stay here now, love. Stay still and wait.”

She smiled as he straightened up and reached behind him, coming back with a length of chain with one of the leather cuffs already clipped to one end. He attached the chain to the table, then he took one of her ankles in his hands and buckled the cuff around it.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes, Jamie.”

“Not cutting off your circulation?”

“No, Jamie.”

He did the same to the other ankle, leaving her legs spread wide. She loved how it made her feel. Wanton. His.

Standing at the foot of the table, he watched her. “You’ll find that I’ve left a little slack in the chains. I love the sound they make when you pull against them.” He paused, his gaze roving over her face, her body. “So, so pretty. All of you. And your pussy is beautiful right now, so pink and wet I can’t stand it.”

To her surprise he bent over her and placed a kiss there, right on her aching clit, making heat pound like a hammer of pure desire, bringing her pleasure even as it tortured her. He stood up and licked his lips.

“Like honey. Like sugar, my sweet girl.”

Tracing the lines of her body with his fingertips, keeping contact as he moved around the table attaching the chains, he placed her wrists in the cuffs and secured them, then checked in with her again.

“Still good? Circulation okay?”

“Yes. Still good.”

He stepped back to survey his handiwork, and as she watched him through the glaze of subspace, he unbuttoned his dark shirt and took it off. A frisson of heat trembled through her system, between her thighs, at his stark male beauty. She pulled a little against her bonds, writhing on the table, hearing the metallic clink of the chains. And she loved the sound, maybe because he did.

Need him to touch me.

But he turned away from her to pull a few items from his bag—two tall pillar candles in glass containers, a long fireplace lighter, his first-aid kit, the big hunting knife he’d carried since he was a teenager. He laid it all out on the table, lit the candles, and she breathed in the scent of warming wax, the earthy scent of the burning wick. She felt her muscles tensing a little—there was no denying she was nervous. She knew some people used less potent candles in sensual play and massage, but this was Jamie, and although he was always sensual, he was also always a sadist.