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that his cock was hard again. This passive role felt foreign to her. Yet at the same time, her pussy was so wet, so full, it was impossible to deny that she was enjoying his commands. Her body clamored to meet his demands. Subbing had been a lark, a dare, a new challenge, but now she feared it might become something more. The body was hardwired to the brain, the subconscious, the very essence of her being. And if her being was enjoying this, submitting to Johnny could change her life.
    Not going to happen.
    He could do his worst, his best, and she would not give up control of her Dominant self , not completely. She had agreed to follow his commands, and she would. She would do everything he asked. But she was going to try like hell not to enjoy it. If she failed, then fine, he’d make her orgasm. Whatever. She wasn’t going to let him in her head, though.
    Johnny raised his hand in an imperious yet courtly gesture. “Get on the bed. On your back.”
    She obeyed, but slowly. The chain tugged her clit and her nipples as she walked, driving her toward the bed even as her conflicted thoughts screamed caution.
    Before she could reconcile the two, she found herself stretched out on her back with Johnny standing between her legs. He reached up and caught the end of a retractable rope hanging from a track on the ceiling. He pulled it down to her center. She swallowed hard as he lifted the chain from her belly and carefully attached it to the rope. When he was finished, her small breasts hung by their peaks and her clit stood at attention.
    “Don’t move,” he said, diabolical eyes dancing as he stepped off the bed.
    As if she could. She was immobilized by the thin chains and ropes attached to her most delicate parts. She had no way to escape, especially when he drew soft, black cords from each corner of the bed and loosely captured her wrists and ankles. The wrist and ankle restraints were purely symbolic, but, boy, did they do their job well. The Domme part of her appreciated the fact that he left some play in the cords to protect her clit and her nipples, but she was dismayed to discover she liked feeling confined.
    Destiny closed her eyes to try to block out some of the disturbing sensory stimulation, but being sightless heightened the sensations coursing through her body. Her mouth felt swollen from his cock, and she could still taste his salt on her tongue. Her nipples swelled under the clips in a constant state of steadily increasing arousal. The thin chains connecting her nipples and clitoris conducted sharp, hot pleasure through her body in a continuous loop.
    She arched her back, gasping as the change in position intensified the effect, then almost screaming as she settled back on the bed and discovered that the retractable rope had just enough tension in it to give her clit and nipples a delicious tug. Her thighs fell wide. Her pelvis thrust toward the ceiling. She felt as if he had driven a wedge into a tiny crack in her façade and split her wide open.
    The bed slowly dipped. The chains dragged against her. It felt so good. So delicious. Oh, my God , she thought. What have I done?
    Her eyes shot wide with knowledge. She’d been fighting the urge to lay herself at his feet since the very first time they spoke. She’d agreed to bottom for him damn near as soon as he’d asked. He’d barely even touched her body tonight, and she’d almost come twice. Who did she think she was fooling? She wouldn’t even be here if she didn’t want to submit to him, truly give up control, and there was no way she was going to be able to hold herself apart from the experience.
    Johnny shed his boots and his leather pants. He prowled across the bed to settle between her thighs, and licked his lips. “Mmmm,” he purred as he dipped his head. “That’s a pretty picture. Everything ready and waiting for me.”
    His breath puffed against her, making her quake and clench. She felt his tongue swipe once, twice, through her center. The