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freely,
but not without respect.”
    Aria shook her head. A black curl fell over her eye and she
brushed it away in a casual gesture. “I not going to argue or defy you, Sir.
Just give my courage a minute to catch up to my libido.”
    Biting her lip with a nervous gesture, Aria slowly lifted
her arms and unlatched the front clasp of the sinfully heavy and sensually
decorated purple and red genie bra. When the top fell to the floor she couldn’t
stop her hands from remaining over her breasts, cupping them and running her
fingers and thumbs over the desire-engorged tips, letting her body move
suggestively as heady satisfaction burned through her.
    Aria slowly peeled off her only other item of clothing, the
slinky, soft red harem pants that caressed and teased her. She wanted to touch
herself, to tease Mac, do everything she’d imagined but never had the courage
to do. Except she couldn’t do anything without Mac’s permission, the Operator
had been very specific with those instructions.
    The passion grew higher—she could almost see the flames
spark between them. And all without a touch being exchanged.
    When she finally stood naked in front of him Aria didn’t
experience the shyness she expected. Her shoulders were back, breasts thrust
forward, legs spread and her fisted hands came to rest on her hips.
    “Now what, Sir?”
    She asked the question, eyes partially downcast at his feet
and her womb clenched at the wicked look of retribution burning in his vivid
eyes. Maybe, finally, she’d met her match.
    * * * * *
    Mac knew he wasn’t going to last if he didn’t take a step
back. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been more turned-on or tuned in to
a woman in his life. The simple act of watching Aria touch and stroke her
satin-soft skin about had him coming in his pants. But he also knew that this
delectable woman had a streak of independence that she needed to lose if she
were to be a successful submissive, at least during sex. Outside the bedroom,
that was a different story. But inside, the Dom ruled. He ruled.
    Shaking his head in an attempt to clear the fog of lust and
ratchet down his aching cock, Mac moved over to a low table and grunted in
approval at what he found there. He pulled out several soft, thin strips of
silky material. He made sure Aria had a good view of exactly what he had and
knew what he planned to do.
    He turned to face her and waited for his new sub to bolt.
Everyone had their breaking point, something that flipped a switch in their
brain suggesting that this fantasy was real . No game, no playing,
just real needs and desires to be built and fulfilled if they both followed
where their bodies led.
    “Get on the bed, Aria.”
    He carefully watched her body for signs of distrust or
distaste, but he saw nothing. Aria’s petite body remained loose, hands on hips
and a wicked teasing smile curving her lips. Slight tension lines marred the
smooth skin of her face, but Mac knew it was more about Aria fighting internal
battles. Afraid to follow her desires, afraid of what punishment he might
deliver if she didn’t allow him all her control. The sweet tip of her pink
tongue flashed out to moisten her lips.
    Oh the things he wanted to do with that mouth, but first he
needed to start layering the bonds of trust. “Get on the bed, Aria. Don’t make
me repeat myself again.”
    Looking anything but fearful, Aria walked the few short
steps to the huge bed, climbed on and waited for his next move.
    “Arms and legs apart.”
    She followed his instructions to the letter. Gracefully
spreading herself so that her body and her desire lay open for him to see and
smell.
    Aria didn’t take her eyes off the silk bonds as he walked
slowly to her. Her eyes were wide with craving and a desperate need he
recognized.
    Reaching the bed, Mac quickly used the soft ties to secure
her hands and feet to the sturdy wooden frame. He ensured enough slack remained
in the binds for Aria to move around a little, but still