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  She gave a small nod and closed her eyes, almost embarrassed to admit how much she’d actually liked it.

  “Good to hear.” His voice thickened, just before the next slap came.

  The leather strips flicked across the same buttock. Once, and then twice. Harder the second time.

  Her pussy grew wetter and her nipples stabbed into the mattress. The intense pleasure combined with the amount of trust she had in Trevor had tears glazing her eyes.

  “Shit,” he whispered raggedly, before his fingers slipped inside her body again. “You really like this, angel.”

  He slapped her other buttock with the flogger, lightly and then harder as he continued to finger her aching channel.

  A guttural moan ripped through the air and it took a moment for Megan to realize it came from her.

  When his fingers left her she cried out in protest. But then, a second later, the leather flashed oh so lightly across her pussy.

  “Oh God,” she cried out. “More. Please, Sir.”

  Trevor groaned, before the leather hit harder against her sex.

  The sting of pain mixed with the building pleasure. Her legs instinctively tried to close, but whatever he’d tied them with prevented her from shutting them. Her legs and thighs were spread wide for the unremitting slaps.

  Her eyes crossed from the sensation and she couldn’t hold back the throaty moans and pleas spilling from her lips.

  Something thick pressed against her opening and she gasped as it pushed inside her. It was the handle of the flogger, she realized a moment later, as Trevor began to fuck her with it.

  “I love looking at your body like this, angel. Hearing your cries and seeing your body all flushed.”

  His hand slapped against her ass, alternating cheeks as he thrust the handle in and out of her body.

  Pleasure had her entire body throbbing and she climbed the peak toward climax steadily, moving higher and higher. Her ass and thighs clenched as she fell over. A screamed ripped from her throat as white lights flashed behind her closed eyes. Her pussy clenched around the handle, gripping it as the spasms rocked her body.

  A couple of tears leaked down her cheeks and she blinked them away, shocked at the intensity of her orgasm.

  “So beautiful, Megan,” Trevor said thickly, pulling the handle from her and placing a kiss on her ass cheek. “You all right, angel?”

  Again she gave a weak nod and he sighed before she felt his tongue slide between her ass cheeks and rub against her tiny hole. She gasped, but didn’t protest.

  He lifted his head and murmured, “Good, because we’re not done.”

  She felt the tension that kept her legs spread ease up and then she was free to draw her legs together once more. Her body, still weak, trembled from her climax.

  A moment later Trevor closed a large hand over her hip and urged her onto her back. His eyes, full of lust and possessiveness, sent warmth sizzling through her already heated blood.

  “Nowhere near through,” he murmured again and then leaned down, pulling something black from the bag.

  A blindfold. Her pulse quickened as she ran her tongue over her dry lips. Just when she thought it couldn’t get more intense, he proved her wrong.

  She almost regretted the fact that she wouldn’t be able to watch what happened next. He was already such a sexy man and when he made love he never held back the emotions from his eyes.

  But she trusted him. Trusted him to bring her pleasure and to never take things further than she was comfortable with.

  He winked and slipped the mask over her head, and then everything went black.

  “Stretch your hands over your head, Megan.”

  Trevor watched as she immediately moved to obey and his tongue went thick in his mouth. He almost wondered if Megan had been involved in some kind of kinky relationship in the past, because she was awfully good at this. And the fact that she’d given him so much trust and power still took his breath away. Was the most potent aphrodisiac he’d probably ever experienced.

  He looped the fur-lined cuffs around one of the vertical poles in the headboard and then secured each of her wrists in a cuff.

  He tugged her hands, testing the restraints and found them good. Turning he went back to refasten her legs to the corner posts.

  She didn’t protest, but nor did she stop the small moan that came out of her throat. Trevor smiled and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

  Her hair spilled over the white pillowcase in a lush red wave, her eyes shielded with the black mask, and her lips parted with anticipation. His gaze slipped down her body. In this position her breasts thrust higher with the pink nipples rock hard. He moved his attention lower to where her legs were forced wide open. Between her slender thighs her pussy was pink and swollen, the dark channel of her entrance creamy with arousal.

  His mouth watered to taste her and he swallowed hard. Jesus, she had to be the sexiest woman on the whole fucking planet.

  Trevor reached almost blindly into the bag, searching for the object he’d seen earlier. He pulled out the long, thin, pink vibrator and turned it on.

  Hearing Megan whimper, he glanced up to find her tongue sweeping over her lips. The black mask that kept her in darkness heightened the eroticism of the moment.

  He climbed back onto the bed and settled himself between her thighs, so his face was just inches from her succulent pussy.

  Taking the vibrator, he ran the tip over the edge of her pink folds and thrilled in the way her ass lifted off the bed. He circled her opening, again and again. Watched as she grew wetter and her breathing grew more erratic.

  Then when she was biting her lip and he could tell she was struggling not to beg, he moved it to her entrance. Pushing it in slowly, he groaned at the sight of her wet flesh greedily sucking in the pink vibrator deeper into her channel.

  Using is thumb and forefinger, Trevor parted the folds shielding her clitoris and then lowered his head to take the tender little nub into his mouth.

  Megan’s hips jerked off the bed as she let out a sharp cry.

  The sweet, fresh taste of her arousal drove him to keep suckling her while rotating and pushing the thin vibrator inside her.

  She tugged at her arms and tried to close her legs, but the restraints proved to do their job well. His blood pounded faster at the realization that she was completely helpless to do anything but accept the pleasure he gave her.

  He flicked his tongue over the hardened nub, faster and then slow, all while her juices spilled onto his hand that fucked her with the vibrator. When her hips and ass moved, he followed, never abandoning her clit from his mouth.

  Her whimpers grew higher, morphed into cries, and tears spilled down her cheeks from beneath the blindfold. Her pussy clenched around the vibrator and her ass lifted off the bed and held. When she finally came she was sobbing.

  Trevor pulled the vibrator from her and moved himself over her. With his arms braced on either side of her rib cage, he thrust into her still-trembling body.

  “Oh, you feel so good,” he rasped, sinking deeper into her hot, slick warmth.

  She couldn’t move her arms or legs, but Megan’s hips lifted against his thrusts and she let out a soft moan.

  As he stared down at her, into the black mask, irritation slid through him. He didn’t want it there. He wanted to see her eyes, shining blue and glazed with desire. He reached down with one hand and plucked the blindfold from her face.

  Blinking up at him, Megan’s gaze finally lost the disorientation but none of the passion.

  With a low growl, he braced his hands on either side of her again and increased the pace of his thrusts. His teeth ground together as he tried to slow his body’s urge to explode.

  He closed his eyes, reveling in the hot suction of her pussy on his cock. How each time he sank into her he lost a little bit more of his soul.

  When Megan’s cries grew more fevered and her inner muscles clamped around him, he knew she was about to come.

  He slammed int
o her faster, making her body slide on the mattress as much as the restraints allowed. His balls tightened and when she cried out with her release, he was right beside her.

  His biceps locked and sweat rolled down his back as he climaxed, emptying himself and the rest of his energy inside of her.

  When the ability to think returned and his arms began to shake, Trevor slid from her body. Guilt hit him that maybe he’d gone too far, and he made quick time untying her and unlocking the cuffs.

  Megan sat up and stretched her muscles, her expression a little shaky and unsure, and when she slid from the bed his chest tightened.

  “Give me a moment,” she murmured and disappeared into the bathroom.

  She was gone long enough to have his unease slipping into downright worry, but then she left the bathroom. Her smile was relaxed as she crossed the room and climbed back into bed.

  She shook her head and curled up next to him in bed. “I don’t even know what to say. That was…incredibly intense.”

  Trevor slid his arm around her, pulling her close to his heated body and then reached out to turn off the light.

  They lay silent in the dark and his eyelids grew heavy. He knew he should stay awake and talk about what they’d done, see how she’d really felt about it, but her breathing was so steady he knew she’d fallen asleep.

  And damn it all if he wasn’t having a hard time staying awake himself. He let his eyelids drift shut and it wasn’t long before he joined her in a deep, exhausted sleep.

  When he woke in the morning, with the sunlight pouring in through the gap in the curtains, he knew his fears had been justified.

  Megan was gone.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Megan whipped Trevor’s truck into a spot outside Kate’s Cakes and rushed out of the vehicle. By the time she pushed open the door to the shop, her pulse was jumping.

  Inside Kate sat at a table with Todd, Tyson, another of his deputies and the owner of the hardware shop next to Kate’s. When Megan entered, Kate glanced up and relief flickered in her eyes.

  “Megan,” she said softly and rose to her feet. “You didn’t need to come. I shouldn’t have even texted you.”

  “I’m glad you did, sweetie.” Megan closed the few steps to one of her closest friends and gave her a big hug. “Are you doing okay?”

  “I’m fine. Really.”

  But Kate’s tone belied her words, and for the first time Megan let her gaze slide around the shop. The front window was broken and the brick that had been thrown through it still sat on the floor amongst shards of glass.

  “Where’s Trevor?” Tyson asked.

  “Sleeping. The poor guy was out like a light when I got your message, and I didn’t want to wake him. I’ll send him a text in a few and just tell him I’m grabbing us some breakfast.” Megan sighed and shook her head. “So who do you think did this? Teenagers?”

  Tyson and Todd exchanged a long glance before Tyson gave a slight nod and averted his gaze.

  “Possibly.”

  Hmm. She wasn’t buying his nonchalant response in the slightest. But Kate didn’t seem to notice, instead just went and grabbed a broom to sweep up the broken glass.

  Megan crossed to where the men stood huddled like they were plotting defense at a football game.

  “Okay, so what do you guys really think?” she asked quietly, folding her arms across her chest.

  “Megan’s front tire was slashed on her car last week,” Todd answered discreetly, his brows drawn together and his expression dark. “Seems a little coincidental to me.”

  Tyson pursed his lips and shook his head. “Now we don’t have any proof it was slashed. Kate said she could’ve run over some broken glass.”

  “Hmm.” Megan nodded and glanced around the shop one more time.

  Kate, who had just gone in the back to dump the glass, returned with a tired smile.

  “You guys are all so sweet,” she said with a sigh.

  “Well, we’re worried about you.” Walt, the owner of the hardware shop said with a frown. He reached out and gave Kate’s arm a light squeeze. “Whoever did this should be held accountable.”

  Kate gave him a grateful smile.

  Megan watched the exchange with curiosity. Hmm. Perhaps Megan should consider dating Walt, he was a young widower in his late thirties, and he seemed awfully friendly with Kate…

  “Gosh, Megan,” Kate said suddenly. “You really need to get back to Trevor. This is your time with him, don’t waste it on me.”

  “You’re hardly a waste, but you’re probably right. I should get back,” she agreed and then gave them all a slight smile. “Though things are going as well as I hoped. Maybe even better.”

  “Oh, that’s fantastic,” Kate cried, her face lighting up. “Breakfast is on me this morning, pick out whatever you want to take with you. After all, this is costing you like an hour roundtrip of driving.”

  Todd grinned. “Jesus, I hope you’re getting through to him. Best news I’ve heard all day, Meg.”

  “I’ll echo that,” Tyson agreed. “Keep us posted.”

  Megan pulled out her cell phone and nodded, before she sent a quick text to Trevor letting him know where she was.

  “Thanks for everything you’ve done for us,” Megan said, sliding her cell back into her purse. “All of you. I’m really hoping this time together has changed things. I owe Ryan big-time for lending us his house.”

  “I’ll pass on your thanks to him,” Todd said with a grin. “We’re going drinking and wenching tonight.”

  “Wenching?” Kate repeated, her eyebrows flying high. “Did you really just call it wenching?”

  “Argh.” He threw an arm around her shoulder and squeezed. “Aye, I did, lassie. So batten down your morals and hide your virtue.”

  Kate’s face went bright red and she shot a mortified gaze over to Megan, as if to ask did you say something?

  Megan shook her head quickly and resisted the urge to kick Todd really, really hard. Was he seriously that clueless on how Kate felt about him? Wait, silly question.

  “So, anyway,” Kate said over-brightly, untangling herself from Todd’s loosely thrown harm. “Megan, what did you say I could get you and Trevor for breakfast?”

  Megan set the truck’s brake and drew in a nervous breath. During the drive back to Canyon Beach, she’d thought a little about Kate’s vandalism, but a whole lot more about Trevor and what had happened last night.

  Her stomach flipped at the memory of being tied up and blindfolded and pleasured in a way that had blown her mind. Who could’ve ever known she would’ve loved a little kink? The idea still took her breath away.

  Trevor hadn’t texted back and she wondered if maybe he was still sleeping. She grabbed the white bag from Kate’s and breathed in another sigh of delicious danishes before climbing out of the truck and heading for the house.

  The house was quiet when she entered, but a few steps inside she drew up short.

  Trevor stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, and his expression was completely guarded. The tension in his body visible.

  Oh, God. No, no, no. Megan swallowed hard and hoped like hell they hadn’t just taken three massive steps backward in all the positive advances over the past twenty-four hours.

  “Good morning,” she said cautiously. “Did you get my text?”

  He lifted his cell phone and gave a small nod that he had.

  “Kate’s shop was vandalized. Not too much damage and nobody was hurt, but I wanted to check it out.”

  Trevor’s brows furrowed. “Was Tyson there?”

  “Yeah, and one of his deputies. And Todd.”

  “I hope they find the punk.” He nodded and then looked away again.

  “Trevor, what’s going on?” she asked and set the bag with their breakfast down on the counter.

  “It was too much, wasn’t it?”

  It took a moment for her to realize what he was even referring to, and when she did relief swept through her, weakening her.
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br />   She let a small seductive smile flit across her face as she crossed the floor to him.

  “Last night? Not at all,” she said softly and wound her arms around his neck. She pressed a light kiss against his mouth. “I loved it. It was incredible, Trevor.”

  Skepticism flashed in his eyes and maybe a little relief. “Really? You’re sure?”

  “I’m still kind of shocked how much I did love it. Besides, we had a safe word. Even if it was kind of…fluffy,” she teased and nipped at his bottom lip.

  Trevor growled and slid his arms around her waist, jerking her flush against him.

  “Thank God. When I woke up and you were gone…I thought.” He kissed her forehead, her cheek, and then finally her mouth, before lifting his head. “Please, angel, don’t do that to me again.”

  “I wo-oh!” she gasped as her feet left the ground and she found herself in his arms. “What are you—”

  “I want you again.” He strode back toward the bedroom.

  “But breakfast…?”

  “Can wait.”

  Megan laughed huskily and wrapped her arms around his neck. Yes. Breakfast could definitely wait.

  An hour later, Trevor polished off the last bite of his danish and leaned back in bed. His gaze slid to Megan, who was still nibbling on hers.

  Damn, she was just ridiculously sexy sitting naked in the bed with her hair still tousled from their lovemaking and her knees drawn up to her chest.

  “Hmm. Maybe I should’ve bought you two of those,” she teased. “Are you still hungry?”

  He shook his head and took another sip of coffee. “I’m fine. Breakfast in bed is awesome.”

  Megan grinned and finished her danish. “It is, isn’t it?”

  “Mmm.” He gave her another sideways glance. “So what I did to you last night, it really didn’t freak you out?”

  She gave a soft laugh and kissed his shoulder. “No, I absolutely loved it. I want to try it more often. I mean I’m not saying we should do it every time we have sex, but it’s a fun way to mix things up.” She glanced up at him, her brow arched and her lips pursed. “Hmm. Maybe you’ll even let me try swatting your ass with that flogger thing.”