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  “Lick it clean,” he commanded.

  She took the ice cube into her mouth, sucking the last of the scotch from it. He took it from between her teeth and rose.

  “Where are you going with that ice cube, Sir?”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

  “I really would.”

  The ice cube landed on the small of her back, and she sucked in air. He trailed it along her spine down to her ass, then between the cheeks. Cold, cold water tricked over her anus and along the sides of her pussy. She hissed and her nipples, already hard from his ministrations, tightened into ruched buds. He rubbed the ice cube over her rear entrance. “Relax, my sweet.”

  “You’re going to put it in me?” she whispered.

  “Yes, I’m going to fill your sweet ass with ice, and then I’m going to place a nice plug inside you before making you come again.”

  The hard, cold ice pressed against her, and she couldn’t stop herself from tensing. “It’s too big,” she yelped.

  “Relax.” His voice was hard with command, and she obeyed, her body listening to him, ignoring her panicking mind.

  The ice cube, edges smoothed by her mouth and skin, forced its way into her, opening her. It was so cold it felt almost hot, and she whimpered as it stretched her. Then finally it slid in, and she could feel the cold lump inside her.

  Another ice cube slid over her skin, this time tracing swirling patterns along her bruised ass cheeks before venturing to the valley between. This time when he pressed it against her, she was able to relax and accept it. Shivers worked their way up and down her body. She let her head hang, whimpering only a little as it stretched her before the second ice cube joined the first. She thought she felt them clink together.

  “One more,” he assured her gently. “You’re doing so well. You’re taking this beautifully.”

  His words warmed her, and she wanted to please him, to take more. To take everything he could give.

  The final ice cube he rubbed against the sensitive skin of her stomach. Bending to reach under her, he trailed it from her belly button to breastbone, around each breast, and finally holding it against her nipples. When he straightened and brought the ice cube to her ass, she didn’t resist—instead she pressed back against him, welcoming the sweet, cold burn.

  When he was done, he rubbed her anus gently, stimulating the previously unloved nerve endings there. “Well done, my sweet. How do you feel?”

  “Full, cold.”

  “You can take more, can’t you?”

  More what? More ice? It didn’t matter. For him, she would take whatever he wanted to give. Anything he was willing to give. “Yes, Sir.”

  He walked away, not to his kit, but to the small bar cart. He took the lid off the ice bucket and plucked out a silver butt plug. When he returned, he pressed it to her lips, letting her feel how cold it was. “The heat of your body will have melted most of the ice, but this will stay cold, and, because it’s a plug, it will stretch you, making sure you feel it.”

  He walked around behind her. There was a click, and cool lube drizzled over her before she felt the shockingly cold, blunt tip of the plug. He applied firm pressure, and the plug started to slide in. The taper meant it entered her more easily than the square ice cubes, but it was larger, and as he continued to apply pressure, she felt the sustained burn of being stretched, combined with the cold. Yet she was hot, so hot with need and desire. Her pussy ached, her nipples were hard as diamonds.

  “This is the widest part.” He held the plug there, stretching her, and the fact that he would do that, the way he so skillfully and possessively used her, made her even more aroused.

  Another push, and the plug was in, her body closing around it. She sighed and relaxed, even as the cold, cold plug made her ass pulse and tingle.

  She’d closed her eyes, but opened them when she felt him beside her. He was on one knee, and his gaze was hot. She wanted to lick every inch of bare chest she could see.

  He held up a pair of clamps, which she recognized as tweezer clamps. They were silver, with black rubber tips. He lowered the band that held the arms of the clamp closed, then gently placed it on her right nipple. At this setting the pressure was minimal, yet she felt it acutely. He applied the second clamp, and she could feel him watching her. She focused on the sensations coming from the plug, the ice, and the clamps.

  He tightened the clamps, and she whimpered.

  James brushed his lips along her side, his hot breath trailing over her skin. He bit her shoulder, sinking his teeth in just enough to have her yelping. “If you knew the things I want to do to you…”

  “Do them,” she pleaded.

  He moved away, and for a moment she thought she’d done something wrong, but then he was behind her. A second later, a vibrator clicked on, and then he was spreading her pussy open, applying the vibrator directly to her clit.

  She came. In less than a minute, she was screaming in pleasure, thrashing against her bonds. He held the vibrator in place, one hand tight on her hip. When the orgasm finished, she had her forehead pressed to the table, having dropped to her elbows. She was panting.

  James toyed with the plug, tugging and pressing, twisting it in a way that made her acutely aware of how full she felt. “That’s two.”

  James let his gaze roam over Christiana’s helpless body. She accepted three rather large ice cubes and a cold plug with ease. That meant she could do more. Take more.

  He had plans for this woman. This magnificent, unexpected woman.

  The urge to push her, to push both of them, hard and fast, was nearly overwhelming. James walked to the bar cart and plucked another ice cube from the bucket. With ruthless enjoyment, he spread Christiana’s sex open and pressed the ice against her clit. She screeched in shock and then started to whimper softly.

  He rubbed the ice over every inch of that lovely sex. The skin on her legs was prickled with goose bumps before he was satisfied. Rising once more, he tugged on the plug. She clenched, holding it in.

  He wanted to yank it out, to force her body to yield. Then he wanted to shove more ice into her, to fill her until she was begging for him to stop.

  He would do things to her that would ruin her for other men.

  James released the plug and took a big step back. He needed to take a minute, to gather himself and find his control. To cage his inner sadist.

  Walking around to her head, he slid the ice cube into her mouth. “Suck.”

  She looked up at him, mouth slightly open due to the size of the ice cube. He touched her jaw in a gentle caress, using the small contact to reinforce the need to take a short break.

  “I will be back in a moment. You have until I return to suck that ice cube down to nothing. No biting.”

  She closed her mouth, one cheek bulging slightly from the presence of the ice.

  James forced himself to walk away. It was good to practice that, because he only had her for two weeks, and after that he’d walk away.

  Still, two weeks was enough time that he could do things to her, show her things, that would ensure she experienced submission and pleasure so acute she would never forget it.

  James grabbed his cell phone. There were some things that would be better done elsewhere. Though they weren’t in her home, they were in her home city. That meant there was a level of comfort and familiarity that would temper her actions.

  There was a reason the Orchid Club had a new location every month—it stripped away inhibitions and created a heightened sense of vulnerability. Even if the next Orchid Club event were scheduled for some time in the next two weeks, he couldn’t take her there. But that wasn’t his only option.

  He would take her to Solomon.

  The story concludes in San Francisco Love.

  * * *

  “Okay, Mr. Nolen, what has you in such a good mood?”

  He smiled, and for one wild moment he considered telling her his plans, but he didn’t want to spoil the surprise. Not yet. “Before you lie dow
n, I want your opinion on something.”

  She was still looking a little suspicious. He kissed the line between her brows, then used that as a distraction to yank her towel away, leaving her gloriously naked. He grabbed her hips, pulling her damp, naked body against his fully clothed one. She clutched his shoulders, looking up at him with those lovely dark eyes.

  “What are you up to, James?”

  Still holding her hips, he started walking backward out of the bathroom. “Come downstairs and see.” Her eyes lit with desire, an expression he was very familiar with. He shook his head ruefully. “It’s not that kind of surprise.”

  “Oh. Then can I get dressed?”

  He stopped near the head of the stairs, letting his gaze wander down her body. “I’d prefer you don’t.”

  Her lids lowered. “Okay.” The Sir was unspoken but present—in the tone of her voice, her posture.

  He stroked the underside of her chin and her neck.

  Soon she would wear his collar.

  He had it all planned. He would collar her—not just for a weekend, or for a single event, but semi-permanently.

  No. It’s not fair. You shouldn’t do this.

  He was using the term semi-permanently, but would she understand? That the collar was only until they tired of one another? Only until he grew bored and restless?

  I’ll make sure she understands. I won’t hurt her.

  Even in his thoughts, those words rang hollow. Lately he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that first night of the San Francisco event, when he’d watched the older couple enviously. Even then he’d thought to himself that he wanted that—that permanence, that surety. He would have that with Christiana.

  A temporary permanence.

  Right. You’re an asshole.

  Hand in hand, they went downstairs. Christiana shivered slightly—he usually turned the heat up while she napped so the house was a comfortable temperature for naked revelry by the time she got up. When they reached the office, he sat in the chair and pulled her onto his lap. She drew up her knees, tucking her cold toes between the outside of his thigh and the arm of the chair.

  He turned so they were facing the screen. “Which one do you think is better?”

  She stared at the real estate listings, and she tensed slightly. “You’re buying a place in San Francisco?”

  “Yes.”

  “What for?” she asked bluntly.

  For us. So we have someplace to play.

  “Real estate is what I do,” he said smoothly, which wasn’t exactly a lie. He valued honesty, but in this case he wanted it to be a surprise.

  “If that’s what you do, I’m sure you know better than I do which one you should buy.” She leaned forward a little, then made a choking noise.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Look at the prices…”

  “They’re roughly comparable at five million each.”

  She snuggled back against him. “Rich people.”

  He kissed her head. “You’re the local—which one would you pick?”

  “Well, Russian Hill is a little closer to the Bay Bridge, though not by much. The Marina District is touristy, but it looks like that loft is walking distance to the Presidio, so if you want someplace you can market to outdoorsy people, I’d go with that one. If you want someplace you are going to resell to a local, I’d go with Russian Hill.”

  He hadn’t actually expected that level of analysis, and stared at her profile in surprise. “Very well,” he said slowly. “I think I’ll go with the Russian Hill house.”

  She sat up. Pulling the towel off her head, she wrapped it around her body as she stood. “I’m going to lie down for a few hours, while you casually spend more money than I’ll make in a lifetime.”

  He grabbed her hand, pulling her back for a quick kiss before letting her go. When she was at the door, he called out, “Christiana?”

  “Yes?” She didn’t turn.

  “You said you haven’t left the country, but you have a passport.”

  “I do. We went to Mexico to see my great-aunt a few years ago. Wait, how did you know I have a passport?”

  “I threw ungodly amounts of money at a private investigator.”

  “Oh, for the love of…” Now she turned, arms crossed under her sadly towel-covered breasts. “Why didn’t you just ask me?”

  “Because I like it when you look disgruntled. It’s cute.”

  She shook her head slowly, but her lips were twitching.

  “Do you know where your passport is?”

  “It’s at my apartment. Why?”

  “Would you like to go for a little trip with me?”

  She considered him, seeming to study him. It struck him then that, purely objectively, she wasn’t particularly beautiful. She had nice even features, but bare-faced and with wet hair, some might have called her plain.

  Not him. To him she was beautiful. And she would be his.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “I take it that’s a yes?”

  She sighed. “When you smile and look all sexy like that, I have a hard time saying no to you.”

  “Then I’ll be sure to smile more.”

  “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

  “No.”

  “How will I know what to pack?”

  “You think you’ll need clothes?”

  * * *

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  * * *

  She never meant to lie to him, let alone submit to him.

  When Christiana discovered the secret BDSM club she threw caution to the wind and snuck in, hoping only to watch the things she’d been fantasizing about.

  Until James.

  Dominant and charming, he’s everything she never knew she needed.

  And he wants her.

  Three amazing nights together, but then the party’s over. He thinks he’ll see her again. Christiana knows this is the end.

  But how can she say goodbye to the man who claimed her, body and soul?

  San Francisco Lost

  The San Francisco Trilogy, Part Two

  * * *

  James can’t wait to see, to touch, Christiana again. For three nights, collar in hand, he waits.

  She never shows.

  And when he asks, it’s revealed there is no member named Christiana.

  * * *

  Christiana knows it’s time to stop pining over James. By now he knows she wasn’t who she said she was and has probably moved on. She should too.

  Maybe it’s time to try submitting to a different Dom.

  * * *

  James should let it go.

  He should let her go.

  But he can’t shake the feeling that she’s in danger. That she needs him.

  San Francisco Love

  The San Francisco Trilogy, Part Three

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