Dark Citadel by Cherise Sinclair

step forward. “She shouldn’t—”
    The DM grabbed his arm. “Buck, did I explain about interfering between a Dom and his sub?”
    “Yes, but—”
    “Go.” The DM pushed the other two back around the plants and paused long enough to smile. “Pretty sub, Dan. Doesn’t look like she enjoys being displayed.”
    Master Dan shook his head. “Not this time, not with the asshole here.” A grin flashed over his face. “Next time, though…”
    With a snort of laughter, the DM followed after the men.
    Sir’s gaze returned to Kari, and he stroked her cheek. “I’m proud of you, little sub,” he said, his eyes as warm now as they had been cold before. “I know you don’t like being exposed like that.”
    The approval warmed her inside, at least until she remembered the shock on Buck’s face. How the men had looked at her, and Sir had let them. “You should have covered me, or—”
    His jaw hardened. “No, Kari. We discussed your interests earlier. Now that we’ve started, as your Dom, I decide what is correct or proper or desired. Aside from your safe word, you have no say, no opinions, no control.”
    Her mind seemed to split, one part going, No, that’s wrong. The other half whispering, Yes, this is what I want.
    He waited quietly, his fingers playing with the curls in her long hair.
    Finally she sighed.
    His lips turned up. “Come to any conclusions?”
    “Only that I’m confused.”
    “Good answer for a beginner.” He kissed her, taking his time, nibbling on her lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth, giving her his. His hand circled her breast, his fingers toying with her nipples until heat spread through her again, and she arched uncontrollably.
    “There we go,” he murmured. “Now, I want you to stand up for me.” He helped her to her feet and turned her to face him. “Sit down. Ride my legs.”
    As he lifted her dress, she lowered herself so she straddled his knees. The dress bunched around her legs. What was he going to do?
    “Good. Now put your arms around me.”
    After a moment, she dropped her cuffed wrists over his head, sliding her arms down until her hands rested on his ribs. Her face was almost even with his, her breasts jutting toward his chest. When he cupped one of her breasts, she inhaled sharply at the heady feeling, the punch of increasing need. Could he tell how wet she was? The Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel

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    thought sat uneasy in her chest, and she tried to pull back, but the chain between her wrists was behind his back. Her heart gave a thud. Then she realized if she lifted her arms, she’d be free. Okay, she was good. She settled a little more comfortably and looked at him.
    He smiled at her slowly. “Give me your right foot.” He held his hand out.
    She frowned. Lifting her foot that far would be really indiscreet considering she wore no panties.
    “Kari,” he growled, and her foot rose before she could tell it no. He grasped it in a callused hand and pushed it down between the seat cushion and the arm of the chair.
    “Now—” He gave her a hard look. “If that foot moves from where I put it, I’ll tie it in place. Is that understood?” He waited.
    The warning sent a rush of arousal through her, fully as intense as when he was touching her. “Yes, Sir.”
    She frowned as cool air touched her private areas. But the dress still covered her adequately. Thank goodness she’d worn a long one today.
    Watching her intently, he leaned back and slid his left hand under her skirt to press against her mound.
    Startled, she jumped and tried to lift her chained wrists back over his head. She couldn’t. He’d trapped her chain behind his back. She tugged at her hands, and her breath sped up. She couldn’t move her hands, couldn’t do anything, and he had his hand between her legs. Fear shot through her, followed by a disconcerting wave of heat.
    He still watched her. Now he smiled slowly and pulled his hand out from under her dress. “You like being