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  Kai stood and crossed to his cabinet full of BDSM gear. She watched with dread as he took a shiny stainless steel anal toy out of its fuchsia-lined box. He dripped some lube on it. Please don’t let it be the jacked up stuff, she prayed to herself in silence. Please.

  She felt a whimper rise in her throat as he crossed back to her. “This should make things a little more interesting for you.”

  He knelt on the bed and for a moment she scooted her butt back, clenching her cheeks. No, no, no! She could say the words and he wouldn’t do it. But she was here to serve and obey him, not her own needs. She rested her head back against the cushion and tried to relax as he worked the silver bulb into her asshole.

  Oh, shit. The jacked up lube. Damn it.

  She squirmed as the burning, itching sensation grew inside her. Clenching her ass only made the sting worse. The plug wasn’t huge, but it was heavy and solid within her, stretching her anal channel. She gave him a desperate look that she hoped communicated the depth of her suffering. For good measure, she kicked the I hate you sign again. That was probably a mistake, since he went back to the cabinet and came back with a pair of clover clamps on a chain. Kicking the sign a few more times did not dissuade him.

  He pinched and tugged at one nipple, closing the wicked pincers over the thrusting tip. As the sharp pain bloomed across her nipples and chest, she came off the bed, arching her hips as far as she was able. She loved the agony of the clamps, but she hated it too. As he applied the second one, she cried out with all the frustrated lust she was feeling. God knew what she sounded like, but Kai must have liked it, because he grabbed his cock in response.

  He was fully hard now, his reddening rod thrusting up toward his belly. She wanted him so badly. The stinging ache and stretch in her ass had her pussy soaked and her clit swollen with the need for release. The clamps added that extra layer of inescapable pain that made her crave his touch, his rough possession.

  He gazed back at her. “I know you want my cock inside you. I know you want to feel me splitting you open, rubbing against that little toy in your ass.” Her pussy flared even hotter, pulsing instinctively at his coarse words. “But for a moment I just want to watch you like this. I want to watch you wanting me. Needing my cock.” He paused, then leaned closer, running soft fingertips down the side of her face. “You have no idea what this feels like. Watching you crave me so hard.”

  She held his gaze. Crave wasn’t even a strong enough word for what she felt. Her heel crinkled the please, please sign, but it was all pointless now. He was in complete control of her, a lesson he’d surely intended to impart with this little torture session. She felt her body unwind as she came to terms with her powerlessness. She subdued the insistent needs of her body to his will.

  His gaze softened as they communicated without words, without signs. The bed shifted as he leaned closer. She clenched on the ass plug in anticipation, only to be rewarded with another wave of torment. Relax, relax...

  He licked up her belly, dropping warm kisses around her navel and beneath her breasts. He ran his tongue along the sturdy metal chain that connected the clamps, and then drew it between his teeth. She cringed at the pain of the clamps tightening, and pulled at the cuffs that held her wrists. She wanted so badly to touch him, to pull him against her. He leaned to kiss her mouth, and in doing so, pressed the cool metal chain between her teeth.

  She did as she knew he wished, and held it tight in her mouth when he moved away. Her chest strained at the tugging discomfort, and the worst part was that she had to give that pain to herself. He watched her struggle for a while, calmly stroking her breasts and the curves of her hips. She stared into his light-dark eyes and felt lost for a moment. I’ll die if you don’t take me. I really will.

  The silly signs he’d written had been pushed aside by now. There was no hate or pleading, just desire and need. He reached down and slipped a finger into her pussy. “Look at me,” he said. “I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to come.”

  Her eyes went wide. When she was allowed to come? Jesus Christ, as soon as the head of his cock breached her, she was going to go off like a fucking rocket. She shook her head at him. He shook his head back at her.

  “Concentrate. Pull on this if you’re coming too close too quickly.”

  He pulled the chain from between her teeth, causing the clamps to tighten suddenly. “Focus on this pain, not what you feel between your legs.” He replaced the chain and traced a finger about her trembling mouth. “Be a good girl.”

  She bit down on the smooth metal links. She felt like crying as he positioned his cock at the entrance of her cleft. She would never survive this. She felt him begin to enter her and yanked hard on the clamps, sending a sharp ache down her body. It didn’t completely erase the pleasure of him filling her, but it dulled it enough to keep her from immediately orgasming. Oh, why, why?

  But she knew why. This was all about control. The first day she’d arrived they’d been like newlyweds, fucking mindlessly, however they liked. She got the feeling those days were over. It was probably for the best. He was supposed to be the one in control, the one being pleasured. It would be within his rights not to let her come at all if that heightened his sexual satisfaction. She wanted to be a good odalisque. She wanted to fulfill her owner.

  She chanted those words in her mind as she pulled the chain even tighter, chanted those words each time she hovered on the brink, driven there by his thick cock filling her and yes, rubbing against the plug in her ass. He was fucking her in a languid, slow rhythm, his own body tense and shuddering. She watched his abs bunch and relax as he moved over her and withdrew again, and again, the depth and power of his thrusts never wavering. She looked up at his lips every few seconds. She didn’t want to miss it when he finally gave her permission.

  Then, his thrusts came faster. His knees spread hers on the bed so her ankles pulled at the rope bindings. Oh God. She jerked her head back, yanking on the clamps, but even then the pain was too much intertwined with pleasure. She felt his hand in her hair. Her eyes came open even though she didn’t remember closing them. Somehow, through the haze of lust and desperation, she read the wonderful words on his lips.

  “Come with me.”

  His thrusts were practically lifting her from the bed. The ache in her ass was replaced by something headier, a knowledge that she was filled to the hilt with the plug and Kai’s pounding cock. With each stroke, he pressed down against her clit, and she shivered from the powerful tingling suffusing her entire pelvis and breasts. She was a sexual creature, tied down, held down, and bursting with the feeling of being thoroughly used by her Master.

  His hand slid from her hair and caught the chain in her mouth. He pulled it down against her belly as he arched over her, twisting his hips. Constance cried out and felt her whole body transported to a place where all that existed was screaming pleasure turning her inside out. Her pussy contracted around the thick length of his cock as he bucked against her.

  She looked up to find his mouth thrown open in ecstasy, his entire face transformed and softened by pleasure. Oh, please, please, I’m dying, she thought.

  What she really needed was a sign that said, I love you so much right now.

  Chapter Eleven: Sharing

  By the end of the second week Kai had everything set up. Flashing fire alarms, vibrating and flashing smart phones. Two, in case she misplaced one somewhere. His odalisque watched all this with a serene detachment, lounging nude on her bed, or following him around like a sex-starved puppy.

  Okay, maybe the sex-starved-puppy thing went both ways.

  After subsisting on the world’s best blowjobs for the duration of her period, they were back to fucking like zealots. Kai would fuck her all evening, sleep the sleep of the dead, and go to work and think about fucking her all day.

  It was like a new world, and only he and Constance lived there. Kai watched everyone else schlep around, whine and complain bitterly about the single life, or irritating husbands and wives.
It was all he could do to hide his self-satisfied smile. He had an odalisque. His life was sex-drenched and sweet.

  Kai loved the delicious mystery and privilege of it so much that he waited almost three months before he let Mason in on the secret. He knew his friend would be pissed that he hadn’t told him sooner. He also knew Mason would want to come over and play.

  They’d shared women before, when they were younger men, and Kai had an open invitation to hook up with Jessamine any time. He hadn’t, only because at first he’d been married to Veronica, and afterward, he’d felt too emasculated to even look at a siren like her. Now, compared to Constance, Jess wasn’t such a turn on.

  Jessamine was a sexy piece of female, but she was no odalisque.

  Kai invited Mason to lunch in his company’s dining room. His female employees always appreciated when he did that. Kai knew Jessamine wouldn’t come with her husband, since she was currently filming a movie in Toronto. Mason showed up looking rough, with the start of a beard and bloodshot eyes.

  “Taken to drinking in the afternoons, my friend?” Kai eyed him suspiciously. Mason usually lived pretty straight.

  “Aw, no,” Mason said, rubbing his face and leaning on the table between them. “Just a bad night. Sleepless night. Way too much shit going on.”

  “What kind of shit?”

  Mason waved a hand. “The usual. Scripts to read, meetings to go to. Jessamine carrying on.”

  “I thought she was out of town?”

  “She is. She still carries on. I worry about that woman sometimes. But what’s up with you? You look a little smug, you bastard.”

  Kai shrugged, pretended nonchalance. “Yeah, I’ve been sleeping better than I’ve slept in a year.”

  Mason grinned. “You met a girl? You seeing someone? You look damn happy about it. Who is she?”

  “I found her in France.”

  It only took Mason a few seconds to connect the dots. “Holy fucking hell!” His friend’s eyes practically popped out of his head. “Holy fucking hell!” he repeated. “You did not seriously go over there and buy one!”

  “Well, it’s more of a rental situation, but yeah. Her name is Constance.”

  Mason sat and gaped. His eyes darkened then, and narrowed in reproach.

  “Why the hell did you not tell me? Why didn’t you ask me to go over there with you?”

  “I thought you didn’t want one.”

  “Yeah, I don’t. I still would have loved to check the place out.”

  “I don’t think they allow tag-alongs. Serious buyers only.” Kai twirled the ice in his drink. “Jesus, Mace, it was really something though. Girls everywhere, all horny, submissive females. The agent, this guy Bastien, he leads you around like you’re in a furniture showroom, pointing out the various models. And they definitely have a try-and-buy policy.”

  Mason let out his breath in a long gasp. “You lucky fuck. You lucky bastard. How long ago did you go? How long have you had her?”

  “I went in January, and I’ve had her about three months.”

  “You fucking bastard. Well, what’s she like? And more importantly, when can I meet her?”

  Kai laughed at his friend’s salacious stare. “You can definitely meet her. But listen, I don’t want any of this getting out. I don’t want to share her with any strangers or anything, or throw any orgies. I’ll probably only share her with you. At least for now.”

  “Possessive, are we? Yeah, that’s fine.”

  “If I decide to throw any sheik-style sex parties I’ll let you know, but she’s kind of the quiet type.”

  “They’re all quiet. They’re sex slaves.”

  “No, she’s...especially quiet. She’s deaf. So if you’re going to share her with me and everything...”

  “She’s deaf, really? How do you talk to her? How do you tell her what you want?”

  “She reads lips, and I’ve learned to sign a little.”

  “You know sign language?”

  “I do now. A little. I’m getting better. And she doesn’t like to talk, so she either writes things down or uses ASL.”

  “ASL?”

  “American Sign Language.”

  Mason stared at him a moment. “So not only do you have a sex slave you can drill in any hole whenever you like, you don’t have to deal with any chit-chat either. You’re living the dream.”

  Kai chuckled softly, but something unnerved him about Mason’s crass, objectifying language. He was past the point of thinking about Constance as some slave with holes to fill. It annoyed him to hear Mason talk about her that way.

  “Anyway,” Kai said, “she’s really cool. She’s pretty and laid back and just...always in the mood.”

  “Does she like your kinky stuff?”

  Kai snorted. “What do you think? Would I have chosen her otherwise?”

  “Ah,” Mason sighed.

  Kai studied his friend. “I don’t get it. If you’re so into BDSM, why don’t you do scenes with Jess? I can get you guys into LoveSlave. Jeremy can too. All you’d have to do is drop your name at the front desk--”

  “Jess isn’t into it. She’s into everything but that. And even if she was into it--”

  “She’d be a domme.”

  Mason’s shoulders slumped. “Exactly.”

  “Sucks to be you. I’ll let you dom my odalisque. How about that?”

  “More than I’m getting from Jess. Can I spank her? Mark her?”

  “Within reason.” Kai got the distinct, uneasy feeling all was not well between his friend and his wife. He’d always considered them the strongest, most solid couple in town. “So, if Jess won’t do the kink stuff with you, why don’t you get it on your own? You have an open marriage, don’t you?”

  “It’s not that simple. Jess can be very, very jealous. Insanely jealous.”

  “And controlling,” Kai added quietly.

  Mason met his gaze, then looked away. He clearly preferred not to talk about it. Kai would give him space, for now.

  “Hey, Kai. If it comes up in conversation, don’t tell Jessamine you have an odalisque.”

  Kai laughed. “Don’t want her to start nagging for her own again?”

  But Mason didn’t laugh.

  “Jesus, man,” said Kai. “You look awful. When do you want to come over? When are you free?”

  Mason propped his head on his hand and blinked a couple times. “Meh. How about tonight?”

  *** *** ***

  “Lucy, I’m home!”

  He always said it in his best Ricky Ricardo voice, even though he knew she couldn’t appreciate his cleverness. He left his briefcase in the foyer, dropped the takeout in the kitchen, and then loosened his tie, taking the stairs to her odella two at a time. She was lying on the bed with her usual notebook in her hands.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Writing,” she signed, sliding the notebook under her pillow. As usual. He wondered what was in there, why she was so secretive. Poetry, she’d said. Maybe she was planning some terrorist attack, or plotting to take over the world. Drawing diagrams of a build-at-home nuclear weapon. She was giving him that lustful, wide-eyed look, and he burst out laughing at the idea of her hatching world-domination plans from her odella.

  “What?” she signed in the face of his mirth.

  “Nothing,” he answered, waving his hands. “How was your day?”

  She stretched and signed that she’d gone swimming. “It felt so warm, like swimming in a Jacuzzi.”

  “It will get hotter before the end of summer. It’s almost July.”

  Constance tilted her head at that, and he knew she was thinking the same thing he was. The months were going by too fast. “Time flies when you’re having fun,” she signed with a smile.

  “Don’t I know it,” said Kai, already unzipping. After his daily “welcome home” blowjob, he lay down beside his nude odalisque, still fully dressed, his fly done up again. He knew it excited her when he was in his work clothes and she was naked. Sick little perv. He t
ugged lightly on one of her curls.

  “Constance, do you know who Mason Cooke is?”

  She gave him an exasperated look. “Of course I do,” she signed. “Who doesn’t?”

  “I know Mason pretty well. He’s a good friend of mine. He wants to meet you.”

  Constance did a decent job of disguising her shock. She laughed and signed, “Wow. I thought you were going to ask me to the movies.”

  “No. It’s more like asking you to have sex with Mason Cooke. Is it okay?”

  She made a quick sign. “Of course.”

  “He’s coming tonight. I’m sorry I didn’t give you more notice.”

  “I don’t need notice. I’m always ready to please you in whatever way I can.”

  In the last couple weeks, she’d been using an awful lot of what Kai thought of as “odalisque talk.” Pat phrases and rehearsed-sounding replies that he knew were meant to distance them, and remind him of her place in his life. It annoyed him, although he knew that was what she’d been trained to do.

  “Speaking of advance notice,” he added, “we’re taking a two-week trip to New York in September. I’ll tell you more about it when it’s all ironed out, but you might need to buy some formal clothes, gowns and accessories. We’ll have parties to attend. Banquets and charity events, that kind of thing. I’ll have my driver take you downtown, and I’ll give you my credit card. You can buy whatever you like.”

  Constance lounged across from him, looking skeptical.

  “What? What’s wrong?” he asked. “You’ll do anything I like sexually, but you balk when I ask you to buy clothes?”

  “I don’t know how to buy clothes,” she signed. “And when they ask what I need, they won’t be able to understand me. And I won’t know what to buy anyway.” She dropped her hands, looking frustrated. Kai rubbed the back of his neck.

  “Okay. I can send someone out to shop for you. They’ll have to take your measurements. Does that work?”

  She nodded and signed, “Thank you.”

  It was really no big deal. He should have just done that in the first place. Somehow he’d imagined she might like going out with his credit card and buying whatever her heart desired. He’d pictured her sashaying down Rodeo Drive with fistfuls of boxes and bags with a big grin on her face, like in the movies, but instead she’d acted like he was asking her to do something distasteful.