“No, Aggie. Hold still.”

“Jace. Please. Please. I can’t take any more.”

He moved away again, and she choked back a sob of protest. Something tickled her shoulder blade. A feather? And then nothing. When she’d given up on him ever touching her again, he traced her lowest rib with the feather. She groaned. An eternity later, he stroked her hip bone. She fought her chains, her hips undulating involuntarily as she sought fulfillment.

The door opened. Two rapid inhalations came from the general vicinity of the threshold.

Jace slipped something into Aggie’s mouth. It burst against her tongue, releasing sweet juice. White grape. Aggie swallowed, her ears straining for sounds that would tell her what was going on beyond her perception.

The door closed again.

“Who was that?” Aggie whispered.

“Sed and Jessica. Looks like they’re back together.”

“Are they in here with us?”

He chuckled. “No, baby. They left.”

The mattress beside her sagged.

She leaned toward him, disappointed when she found nothing but empty space beside her. “Are you going to let me off the hook?”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her from her knees. Her hands came loose from the chain above her head.

She chuckled. “I didn’t mean literally. Are you finished torturing me with pleasure then?”

He massaged her hands, returning circulation to her fingers. He kissed each fingertip, sucking gently, before massaging each knuckle with a gentle pressure. She hadn’t even realized her hands were numb. Every sense was tuned to pleasure. Discomfort didn’t register. “Do you want me to be done?” he asked.

That was a difficult question to answer. He played her body like a mastered instrument. Within a few minutes, she knew she’d be begging him to fuck her again. “I’m not sure. How long are you going to make me wait before you give me what I need?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never had a woman make it this long before.”

So if she held out for a while longer, that would make her special to him. Is that what he was hinting at? His lips brushed a sensitive spot below her ear. She turned her face toward him and inhaled his scent. A hint of mild aftershave. A heap of hot male.

“I’m pretty sure I can keep going for hours,” he whispered. His deep voice toyed with the nerve endings in the skin along her spine. She wanted more of him—his scent, his taste, his voice. The tools he used to excite her were exceptional, but the man in charge held a far greater appeal.

“Hours?”

“If you want me to.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, still rubbing her hands. Her fingers were tingling now.

He pushed her back down on the bed. “Put your arms over your head,” he murmured, sliding his hands up her arms as she obeyed. He fastened her restraints over her head and then grabbed her hips to pull her down the bed and make the chain taut. “Lift your hips for me.”

She was used to issuing orders to men, not taking them. Why was she so willing to submit to this man? Because she knew he was going to make it worth her while, that’s why.

When she lifted her hips, he slid a couple of pillows under her lower back, tilting her pelvis up and lifting her butt off the bed. With one hand on each thigh, he spread her legs apart.

“If you stay like that, I won’t restrain your legs.”

She chuckled. “I already know I won’t be able to stay like this once you get to work.”

Rough beard stubble scraped her inner thigh. A smooth fabric soothed the slight sting, and then a cool tongue traced the same path. He repeated the action on the other thigh—rough, smooth, cool. It reminded her how achy she felt as it directed her attention to the emptiness between her thighs. Something hot trickled over one hip bone and then the other. She sucked a sharp breath through her teeth. Paraffin. She could smell it. The liquid heat burned a path above her mound as if he were framing her throbbing pussy with a triangle of wax. A single drop of hot wax splashed on her pubis. Jace’s finger traced a path around the drop, drawing her attention to the cooling substance until it hardened, and she couldn’t feel it any longer. A second drop of wax near the first—more tracing.

“Jace.”

Another splash of hot wax. This time he traced the drop with ice. She gyrated, desperately fighting the urge to clamp her legs together and rub her clit between her swollen labia to get off.

“Hold still.”

“I’m trying.” She gasped. “This makes me want you.”

She felt him move away and heard the candle being set on the table. Ice clinked, and then he moved between her legs, spreading them wide and holding them open with his shoulders. His fingers held her labia open, and the first drop of ice-cold water struck her clit. She jerked.

“Shh. Hold still.” His words were garbled around the ice in his mouth. His aim was remarkable. Each drop struck her overstimulated clit, but sought a different pathway over her lips, opening, and ass. Drip. Drip. Drip. His sweet torture was too much to bear. She shifted her legs from his shoulders and clamped her thighs on his head. Digging her feet into his back, she pulled his face into her pussy.

“Ah God, lick it, Jace. Suck it.”

He worked an ice cube inside her with his tongue. She shuddered.

“Fuck me, please. Please. Please. Please. Fuck me.”

He pulled her legs apart to free his head.

“I guess you aren’t ready for the entire sequence yet,” he said. “Maybe next time.”

There was more?

She heard something crinkle. A condom wrapper? Thank God he wasn’t going to leave her like this. He released her from the chain above her head. She reached for her blindfold, but he flipped her onto her stomach, shoved her face into the mattress, and entered her with one deep thrust. She cried out, an orgasm shaking her core. She rocked back to meet his deep thrusts, her juices and the melting ice dripping down her thighs. She’d never needed to be fucked so badly in her life. And he was giving her exactly what she needed. Her wrists were still joined by the restraints, so she moved both hands between her thighs, rubbing her clit, while he pounded into her. She came again with a startled cry, trembling uncontrollably. Cool, slippery fingers massaged her anus, slipped inside. Again. Lubricating her ass. Oh, yes. She wanted it there too. Jace pulled out, and before she could protest, he spread her ass cheeks and plunged his huge cock into her ass.

She gasped.

He hesitated. “You okay?”

She hoped her indiscernible moans sounded like agreement. He pulled back slowly. Just before he fell free, she lunged back against him, taking him deep again. “Oh God, Jace. Fuck my ass. Yes. Fuck every inch of me.”

She slid three fingers into her pussy, her restraints limiting her motions.

“My cock’s not enough for you?” he asked, pulling her hair as he thrust into her ass relentlessly.

“More. Please, more.”

He pulled out.

“No!” she cried desperately.

He pulled her fingers out of her pussy and replaced it with something thick, long, and cold. Some sort of phallus, with a second attachment that touched her clit. The device hummed to life, vibrating against her clit, and writhing inside her body. “Oh,” she purred.

He buried his cock in her ass again. “Is that enough for you?”

She couldn’t respond. She was coming too hard. And screaming. She couldn’t stop screaming. She wasn’t sure how long Jace kept her like that, bucking against him, taking everything he had to give and craving more. She collapsed eventually, trembling with a mixture of fulfillment and exhaustion.

“You done?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly. “Yes. Yes… thank you.”

He pulled out and removed the churning vibrator from her body. She rolled onto her side and watched him remove the condom. He was still hard. He hadn’t followed her down the road to bliss this time. She realized it was because while he had given her what she needed, she hadn’t done the same for him. He needed pain to come.