Hunted by Ella Ardent

fight her way free.
    The second wrist was even easier to bind. Her arms were stretched over her head then, and she was naked to the waist, adorned only in the spots he’d painted on her.
    “You’re lost now,” he murmured with confidence and her eyes flashed. “All mine, all night long.”
    She tried to swing her legs but Damon turned around to brace his weight over her hips. He pushed her pants and underwear down past her knees, where they effectively bound her legs together. She made a sound of frustration and tried to shift his weight, but it was hopeless and they both knew it. Tying her down had given Damon the biggest hard-on of his life and he ached to drill her and end the torment.
    But the pleasure would only get greater, the longer he prolonged the anticipation.
    He could smell that Shara was loving this as much as he was. He untied her boots before cutting the bond on her ankles, so he’d be able to quickly tie her down again. There were two more steel brackets embedded in the ground, one in each corner beside the door. Each had an ankle shackle tied to it. Their interlude the night before had helped him to make sure he had the perfect size all ready to go. He cut the bond and pushed off her boot and clothes, locking down one ankle in an efficient move. The second was easily secured to match.
    And then she was bound on her back in his lair, her legs spread for his pleasure, her arms stretched taut over her head. She made a growl of frustration when he turned to survey her, though he couldn’t miss the sparkle of her eyes.
    He stretched out beside her again, his hand falling to her wet puss. A ripple passed through her at his touch and she tried to spread her legs wider to welcome him.
    Once again, he touched his lips to her ear, loving how she trembled. “So, this is the deal, Shara. I like you tied up like this.” She made one of those vibrating moans. “I like having you wet and helpless. I’d like to do this here and again once we get back to California, maybe forever.” She inhaled sharply and flushed, her gaze locked with his. “But you have to prove to me that you want it, too.”
    She nodded, but Damon ignored her.
    “I’m going to train you, and I’m not worried about how long it might take. The captive I want will only orgasm for me and on command.” Her eyes widened. “So, you’re not allowed to come until I give permission.” He eased his fingers inside her, noting how hard her clitoris was. “Each time you fail, I’ll let you go. Until you fail, I’ll keep you bound and use you for my pleasure.”
    She made a sound that could have been a query.
    Damon knew what she must be asking. He smiled. “Of course, if I’m compelled to release you because you’re naughty, then the others might capture you. If you find your pleasure with them, that will be just as naughty. I forbid you to orgasm with anyone.”
    She squeaked then, a little sound that seemed to be a mix of delight and frustration.
    “I’ll release you now if you don’t want to play this game.” Damon ran a hand over her taut body, not certain he’d be able to do that and hoping he’d read her correctly. “Do you accept the challenge, Shara?”
    When she nodded—immediately and vigorously—Damon knew this really was kismet.
    And he was going to prove it to her this weekend, if it was the last thing he did.
    * * *
    The grocery store!
    Of course. That was why Damon looked familiar. Shara noticed him there, and had seen him a number of times afterward in town. They lived in a small town that had become annexed by the city, a bedroom community filled with people who commuted to their jobs. All the same, it was small enough that on Saturdays, when people ran errands, it was easy to encounter the same group of friends and acquaintances over and over again.
    The idea the hunt could continue long after her birthday gift was over was an exciting and dangerous possibility. Shara thought of being tied down in her own apartment,