Bonds of Trust by Lynda Aicher

around a bar, holding her grip against the cold, hard metal of the headboard. He was giving her a choice. Did Doms do that?
    Confused, Cali fumbled for an answer. “Hold... I’ll hold on.”
    “Don’t let go until I say you can.”
    Her fingers flexed around the metal. “Okay.”
    His lips touched against the tender flesh of her inner arm, then down, next to her breast. She jerked toward his touch, but he was gone. Then his hands were there, skimming down her stomach and leg until he gripped her ankle.
    “I’m going to bind your legs.” He kissed the inside of her ankle before he drew it to the side and wrapped a padded cuff around it. “This will keep you open to me.” He quickly did the other, leaving her spread wide. She tested the bindings and found she had some give in the straps that let her move and bend her legs, but not close them.
    She had never felt so blatantly exposed in her life. But despite her position and obvious subservient pose, she didn’t feel vulnerable.
    No. She’d felt more vulnerable fully clothed with her ex-husband, trying to understand why he didn’t want her. What did she lack that had made him so resistant to having sex with her—his wife?
    “Beautiful,” Master Jake said, the low purr of his voice caressing her heightened senses and bringing her back to the moment. “You look absolutely beautiful.” His hands moved up her legs. “Open. Waiting.” He nipped her inner thigh, his hair brushing against her skin, causing goose bumps to race over her legs. “Responsive,” he breathed against her wet pussy.
    The sudden flash of warmth made her inhale, her breath sticking in her lungs as she waited and hoped he’d kiss her there. She twisted in frustration when he moved up her body, his lips trailing kisses over her hip and stomach until they reached the valley between her breasts.
    She struggled against the sheets, her fingernails biting into her palms as she gripped the bar in a death hold. “Please, Jake,” she begged. “Please...” She just needed him.
    “Please what?” His breath was hot, his mouth hovering over one of her aching nipples.
    She inhaled, and the fresh shampooed aroma of his hair flooded her nostrils. He smelled of rain and man, the scent blending with the heat of the room and the desire of her body.
    “Lick me,” she managed to say. “Kiss me, touch me.” She wasn’t picky right then.
    Her head snapped back on the mattress when his mouth covered a nipple. God. Yes . Finally. His hot mouth sucked and licked at the hard bud before his teeth grazed over and then clamped down. The sharp spike of pain meshed with the pleasure and made her arch into his mouth. Her legs hitched in reflex before he let go and soothed the ache with a slow lap of his tongue.
    He shifted and repeated the process with her other nipple. His mouth was the only part of him that touched her, but she felt surrounded by him. His heat was over her, near her, and she wanted to feel all of him.
    The sounds of him working her nipple became intimate and erotic as her senses strived to accommodate for her loss of sight. Each touch, every noise was amplified into an overwhelming crescendo of sensation.
    “More,” she begged now, her voice hoarse. “Please.” She felt no shame in begging. Not with him. He would give her what she craved. It was so freeing to be able to ask for what she desired and know she’d get it. Because Jake would give it to her.
    She trusted that.
    In answer to Cali’s request, a finger trailed through her pussy. A slow caress from bottom to top that made her pelvis thrust and reach for more. His touch was smooth, skin against skin, a sensation she’d never experienced. She’d been too embarrassed to wax down there before. But now, the uninhibited contact was amazing.
    “Yes,” she panted. “That, please.”
    He chuckled, the low rumble vibrating against her breast as he moved his mouth down her body. “Do you want that?” he asked, his finger making another