Training Tess by Sabrina York

essence in a scudding, stormy gulp.
    She was still twitching, still mindless and moaning, when he came back to himself. He pulled from her body and drew her into his arms, kissing her repeatedly all over her face. Gently, he released her from the belt, the bra and the girdle.
    The collar, however, he left on. He couldn’t bear to remove it.
    After she recovered, he led her to the bath, where she soaked as he lathered and rinsed her hair. And then he bathed her.
    After he toweled her dry, paying special attention to her rosy nipples and still-hard clit, he clipped on her leash and led her to the kitchen, where he fed her morsels with his fingers. She became quite adept at licking him clean.
    After this respite, he led her to the bedroom and tied her hands to a ring high on the poster at the foot of the bed. He arranged her clit over the specially carved protrusion of wood and he whipped her again, as he had promised.
    With each carefully placed lash, her body rubbed against the carved striations, enhancing her arousal. When her ass was red and tender, when her body wept with need once more, he bent her over the footboard and took her from behind as she stared into his eyes through the mirror.
    It was an exhausting escapade. No wonder she fell asleep in his arms right after they finished. He loved having her there next to him in his bed. Her body, warm and heavy, curled against him. Her sleeping breaths, wafting over his skin, reminded him of the gift she’d given him. The trust she had placed in him.
    Still, before he drifted off he gently tucked the covers around her and wound the end of her leash around his fist. So she couldn’t slip away in the night.

Chapter Five
     
    Tess awoke to a strange sensation. No, it wasn’t the heavy warmth of the arm holding her so possessively that was strange, although it was certainly unfamiliar.
    And it wasn’t the aches in her arms and legs—and cunt.
    It was the feeling in her gut, her heart. A lightness. As though she had given up a heavy burden and been cleansed of its onus.
    She gazed at the man sleeping next to her and her heart stuttered. Jared was always gorgeous, but sleeping his features were imbued with a vulnerability that tugged at her heart.
    She could hardly bear to look at him.
    But then his eyes flickered open and she couldn’t bear to look away. Nearly drowned in the warmth she saw there.
    “Good morning, Tess.” His voice was scratchy with sleep.
    “Good morning, Jared.” The prickles of his beard fascinated her. She couldn’t resist dragging a finger over his chin. The heat in his expression made her swallow, which reminded her of the collar she still wore tight around her neck. His constant caress.
    “Did you sleep well?”
    “Yes.” She couldn’t help remembering the things he’d done to her the night before. The things she’d done to him. What must he think of her? What did he think of her? Had she pleased him? A red tide stole up her cheeks.
    “Are you hungry?”
    “A bit.” She turned her head away as awkwardness swelled into her soul. He tipped her chin back with a gentle finger and once he had her full attention, pulled her closer. She shouldn’t have been surprised the leash was still attached to her collar but she was.
    He wound it tighter around his fist as he tugged her nearer. Their lips met.
    Sensation slammed through her and as easily as that—one warm, wet kiss—all the passion, all the yearning of the night before, rose within her again. Her clit began to thrum.
    When he broke the kiss by gently tugging on her leash, disappointment raked her. But she couldn’t complain about the direction he led her. At the same time he lowered her head with one hand, he swiped away the covers with the other, revealing his magnificently turgid cock. It lurched as she neared.
    Though his hand was tight on her leash, she needed no urging to give him what he wanted. She wanted it too. Desperately.
    She let her desperation lead her, first drawing in