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  She fought against her bonds, against him. They wrestled together, a mad frenzy of fucking, a fury of passion, drawing each other closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

  Relentless, he pounded into her, filling her, trifling with her. An orgasm teased at the fringe of her consciousness.

  But she knew.

  She knew she couldn’t come. Not yet, Not yet.

  “Please, Master. Please,” she panted. “Please may I come?”

  He hissed through his teeth and thrust again. His cock swelled. He reached around and palmed her breasts, not gently as he usually did, but with the fury of passion. Each harsh squeeze made her euphoria swell.

  “Yes, my sweet,” he whispered into her ear. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  Her body constricted. Tiny shivers rose and grew, shaking her, taking her. She tightened around him, savoring the hard, hot heat of his rod. A wave of rapture peaked and washed over her, through her, into her. And she came.

  She came so many times, crying and begging and screaming, ever conscious of the fact that she was helpless to stop him—even if she had wanted to—and that made it all the more intense.

  Afterward, he laid her on the carpet and held her as she panted and moaned and eventually returned to herself. He unhooked her wrists from the collar and gently removed the halter, tracing, kissing every red welt he revealed.

  When he was done, when she was free again, he levered up on an elbow and gazed at her. “Our hour is up, Bella.”

  “Tae.” She touched his cheek, reveled in the bristle of a day’s beard.

  “That was amazing.” He kissed her. “The best hour of my life. God, I hope you enjoyed it.” A hint of uncertainty skirled in his eyes. “Please say you liked it.”

  She pulled him closer. Showed him with her kiss just how much she’d enjoyed their adventure. “Ah, Tae. I loved it. Thank you.” She tipped her head so she could see his expression. “But how did you know? How did you know this was my fantasy?”

  He grinned and toyed with a lock of her hair. “Do you remember when we went to Mexico with Jenna and Marc?” She nodded. “And one night you and Jenna got really drunk on mojitos and you started whispering about your sexual fantasies?”

  She thought back. “Yeah…”

  “Well, you weren’t whispering.”

  “What?”

  “In fact, you were kind of…bellowing.”

  She covered her face. “Oh no.”

  He took hold of her wrists and revealed her mortification. “Oh yeah. Pretty much everyone in Cabo knows about your secret fantasy.”

  “Oh no!”

  “Yep.”

  “I’m so embarrassed.”

  His smile was warm. His kiss warmer. “Don’t be, darling. I, for one, couldn’t be happier.”

  Part Two: Chapter Four

  Hardware

  Bella stared at the coupon in Tae’s hand. They’d had a lot of fun with that little book he created. And every time, with every redemption, he’d found a way to layer their play with sexy dominant energy.

  As a result, their love life had gone from dull and predictable to electrifying. Fascinating. Every morning she awoke, wet and ready for yet another adventure.

  She shuddered to discover what he had in mind now.

  Trembling, she reached for the slip of paper.

  He drew it back. His eyes glittered. “Not so fast, sweetheart. First you have to agree to comply with the terms of the coupon.”

  Bella put her fists on her hips. “You expect me to agree to comply, not even knowing what it says?”

  He nodded.

  “That’s hardly fair.”

  Tae nibbled on his lower lip. Damn, his lips were gorgeous. “Was this about fairness? Because that’s not what I thought it was about.”

  She frowned. “Really? What did you think it was about?”

  He leaned closer, whispered, “Compliance.”

  She ignored the shiver that walked through her. “I can’t agree to comply with the coupon if I don’t know what it requires.”

  “Okay.” He crumpled the paper into a ball and shoved it into his pocket. “I guess that’s that.” He shrugged and picked up his jacket and keys. He was nearly at the door before she reacted.

  “Wait!” She didn’t intend for that one word to come out in a warbled bellow but it did.

  To her relief, he stopped, turned. When she didn’t say anything more, he arched a brow.

  Hell. He was going to make her say it.

  “I didn’t mean I don’t want to continue with the…coupons. I just think I should be able to read them first.”

  “Really? And where did you get that idea?”

  “Well…” She twined her fingers together. “You always let me read them before.”

  He stepped closer. She could smell his scent, his arousal, as he circled her. He stepped behind her and whispered in her ear, “Maybe I like the idea of keeping you guessing. Changing the rules. Tell me you don’t like that too, Bella. Tell me you’re not creaming in your jeans right now at the thought of what I might ask.”

  She couldn’t. He was right. Even as he spoke, even as the words slithered past his lips, a wet warmth dampened her panties. “All right.”

  “Sorry? I didn’t hear you.”

  “All right,” she snapped.

  “You agree to comply?”

  “Yes.”

  “Completely?”

  “Yes.”

  “Utterly?”

  “Yes!”

  “Well, okay then.” He pulled the wad of paper from his pocket. “Here’s your assignment.”

  He watched as she untangled the paper, laid it on the table and smoothed it flat. His intensity frightened her a little, aroused her a lot. She held up the coupon and read it.

  I, Bella, will accompany you, Tae, to the hardware store.

  She gaped at him. The hardware store? How was that sexy? How was that naughty? How was that…interesting?

  He grinned and jangled his keys. “You ready, honey?”

  Lord. She hated the hardware store. It was the most boring place on the planet. And Tae knew it. He’d go there and spend hours contemplating this hinge or that flange, oohing and aahing over power tools, sifting through bins filled with washers and widgets.

  “You want me to go to the hardware store with you? That’s your fantasy?”

  “Yup.” He nodded. “It kind of is.” His charming, triumphant grin did nothing to appease her. But she’d promised. Promised to comply.

  Blech. Her fantasy of an afternoon curled in sultry, submissive delights wafted out the window. With a heavy sigh, she grabbed her purse and followed him to the garage.

  Really? Did he have to scamper so?

  Every now and again, he’d glance back at her and grin like a giddy schoolboy. And all the while, she knew. She knew. She was in for a long, deadly dull couple of hours, walking up and down row after row of tools and fixtures, pipe fittings, lumber, chain link, nuts and bolts and screws—and not the good kind.

  She hefted herself up into his truck and put on her seatbelt. And glared at him. “Are you working on a new project?” He had lots of projects around the house. None of them were finished.

  He shot her a grin and put the truck in gear. “I’ve got something in mind, yeah.”

  But that was all he said—and because she really didn’t want to know, Bella didn’t ask. She stared out the window, at the scenery flicking by, wondering how he tricked her into this. And why.

  Oh, he knew he had her. Since Christmas he’d teased her, taunted her, tempted her closer and closer to absolute submission. But for the most part he’d kept it in the bedroom. Or at least kept it about sex. She liked that.

  Hell, she loved it.

  But she wasn’t sure if she liked the idea of him having absolute control over her and making her do things she found utterly repugnant. Like going to the hardware store.

  Or making dinner.

  Or folding his socks.

  She shot a glance a
t him, studying him as he drove. His long fingers stroked the wheel. As he shifted gears, his sexily veined forearms and biceps bunched. She loved that he worked out. Loved that his body was hard and firm. Loved to look at him.

  And then there was his neck. Damn. She loved his neck.

  He smiled at her and her heart stalled. Because yes, she loved that smile as well. He was a striking man with high cheekbones and full, lush lips and warm brown eyes. Simply said, she adored him.

  And yes. Hell yes. She would do anything he asked.

  Even go to the hardware store with him.

  She bit back a snort. She should be annoyed but somehow she just couldn’t manage it.

  He pulled into the parking lot of their local superstore and cut the engine “Thanks for doing this, babe.” He leaned over to give her a quick kiss. “Here.” He shoved a piece of paper at her.

  “What’s this?”

  He grinned. “Your shopping list.”

  “My shopping list?”

  “Yep. Make sure you get everything on it.”

  “And where will you be, exactly?”

  In response, he waved another paper. “I have my own list.”

  Bella put out a lip. “Why can’t we shop together?”

  Tae chuckled. “Because, my dear. I don’t want you to know what I’m doing.” He tapped her on the nose and slid out of the truck. She followed, not even glancing at her list.

  Holy Crap.

  Tae sucked in a breath as he trailed his wife into the hardware store. She was going for it. He could hardly believe his luck. But then he hardly ever could when he thought of Bella. His wife. Yeah. She’d chosen him. That always sent a thrill to his gut. She was the most beautiful, talented, sexy woman in the world and she picked him.

  He’d been utterly stunned when he heard her burbled confession to Jenna that she secretly craved a hard hand on her ass. Because he’d fantasized about that too. He hadn’t wanted to propose the idea to her, worried what she’d think, how she’d react—she was a very strong woman after all. It was one of the things that attracted him to her.

  When she’d gone on to tell Jenna in that not-so-hushed, heady voice that she played with herself when she imagined a man tying her up and dominating her, he’d nearly come, right there in his jeans.

  It’d been mind-blowing.

  Naturally, immediately, he’d begun to plot. The Christmas coupon book had been inspired. And their hot love session that evening had been better than he could ever have dreamed. They’d had other adventures since then…but nothing compared to what he planned now.

  His heart had sunk when she refused to agree to a coupon she hadn’t read, but he’d known, hoped at least, that she’d waver.

  He chuckled to himself and headed to the plumbing section, his shopping list curled tight in his fist. The fact that she was unknowingly shopping for the items of her own torment sent a hot shard of lust through him. He’d told her to make sure she got everything.

  How he hoped she forgot something.

  He had his own items purchased and stowed in the bed of his truck in no time. He knew the layout of the store. She did not. And the list he’d given her amounted to something of a scavenger hunt. At least for someone like Bella.

  He found her in the fasteners department. “How you doing, hon?” He kissed her forehead.

  She frowned and pointed to an item on her list. “I’m not sure what this is. A hex nut?”

  He pointed to a bin. “Here.” He picked one up. Fit his pinky into the hole then dropped it and picked up another. “This one’s perfect.”

  She frowned. “What’s it for?”

  Tae merely grinned. “Get two.”

  He glanced into her basket. Duct tape. Good. Paintbrushes. Yes. Ball-peen hammer. He shot a glance at her. Oh yes. Needle-nose pliers. He cleared his throat. Rope. Wrench. Velcro strips… He shifted his feet. The excitement simmering in his gut was making him restless.

  Bella was not excited. She wasn’t excited at all.

  She sighed and dumped the nuts into her basket. Annoyance and extreme boredom tightened the lines of her face.

  Seriously? Hadn’t she figured it out? Didn’t she realize?

  Tae bent and picked up a washer. Turned it from side to side, judging its weight. Its thickness. He held it up to her breast, against her nipple, and deliberately caught her eye.

  He shot her a telling glance and dropped the washer into her basket.

  Bella froze. Swallowed. She peered at the items in her basket. And wobbled a bit.

  Yeah. Oh yeah. She got it now.

  This was no simple trip to the hardware store. There was no long, boring afternoon in the offing for her while he worked away on yet another wearisome household project.

  Though she might wish for it before he was done.

  He reached into her basket and pulled out the wrench, inspected it. Tsking, he shook his head. “This isn’t the wrench I asked for.”

  She opened her mouth. Closed it again.

  He leaned closer and whispered, “I asked for the one with serrated teeth.” It took a lot to stay in character when he saw her reaction. Her eyes rounded and her nostrils flared.

  The submissiveness shadowing her demeanor made him hungry. Made him want to pounce on her, take her the way a lion takes a juicy gazelle. Right then and there. Push her up against the metal pole and lift her leg and enter her. Bend her over one of the bins. Hell, splay her on the concrete floor.

  With great effort, he reined in his savage urges. “Go get the right one. And Bella?”

  She blinked up at him, her lips damp, her expression hungry. Hell. He could practically smell the cream oozing from her cunt, she was so ready. “Yes?”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes…Sir.” She bit out the word but he knew she loved the taste of it.

  “You know I’ll have to punish you for this.”

  She whimpered. Of course she did. “Yes Sir.”

  He prowled behind her as she made her way back to the tools department to find a wrench with serrated teeth. He could barely contain himself.

  * * * * *

  Tae pushed the button for the garage door opener and they both sat in silence as they waited for the door to rise. Bella hadn’t spoken a word since they left the hardware store. She couldn’t. Her mind was reeling.

  She’d realized the instant Tae lifted that washer to her breast, measuring its hole against her nipple, that all the items in her basket were intended for…naughty purposes. A shudder racked her as she went through the list item by item, imagining what he had in mind.

  Her mouth went from bone dry to pooling with saliva as she considered the prospects. She shot a sideways glance at him and drew in a quivering breath. He was so large, so powerful there next to her. He was stern, serious, distracted, as though lurid scenarios were running through his mind as well. She glanced at his lap and saw the unmistakable bulge in his jeans.

  Oh dear.

  If this weren’t Tae, her husband—a man she’d known and loved, well, forever—she’d be frightened to death. But as it was, she was only frightened half to death. The other half was trembling, dribbling with anticipation.

  The garage door opened and he pulled in, switched off the ignition and punched the button on the remote. The door rumbled closed. They sat in silence in the cab of his big truck. She felt so small. So incredibly aroused. She wasn’t sure she could bear the tension.

  He turned to her, his expression somber. “Are you ready?”

  She shivered. “I don’t know.”

  His chuckle was a trifle evil. She flinched. When he spoke his voice was hard, rough. “I didn’t like that you hesitated earlier.”

  Uh oh. “I…hesitated?”

  “Yes. You did. Don’t pretend you don’t remember. You do realize I’ll have to punish you for that.”

  Her pussy constricted. Dampness gushed between her legs. She made herself smaller. “I’ll be good.”

  His nostrils flared. As though he coul
d smell the cream easing down her thighs. “Too late for that, my dear. It’s time to begin.”

  “T-to begin?”

  “Bella. I’m getting impatient. No more games. You promised to comply.”

  “I did. I went to the stupid hardware store.”

  “We both know that wasn’t the whole scenario.”

  She swallowed and fiddled with the handle of her bag. Her bag filled with…hardware. And tools.

  Tools with serrated teeth.

  “Wh-what do you want me to do?” She looked up just in time to see him lick his lips.

  “Take off your sweater.” It was a lovely sweater. Woolen. Warm. The garage was cold. “Go on.”

  Slowly, she drew it over her head. The cold air licked her like an arctic blast. She folded the sweater carefully and laid it between them.

  “Nice.” He thumbed her nipples through her bra. They peaked to his touch. “Now this.”

  She didn’t bother to ask. She knew what he meant. She undid the clasps but held the bra on with her arms.

  “All the way off, Bella. Don’t test my patience.”

  She let it fall.

  “And your jeans.”

  Oh lord. He was going to strip her naked, right here in the garage. But she didn’t hesitate. She kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of her tight jeans.

  “Panties too.”

  She glared at him but it did no good. He was adamant. She yanked them off and tossed them at him. They hit him in the face then fell and clung to his shoulder.

  His brow lowered. “You really are a naughty girl today, Bella. It’s almost as though you want to be punished.”

  Oh. She did. She did. But at the same time, something inside her fought it. Rebelled.

  Or maybe it wasn’t rebellion. Maybe she was annoyed by his restraint. Maybe she wanted to entice him to lose that stoic control, let go of the leash. To take her hard and harsh. Right here in the truck.

  The thought made her wriggle on the seat. The leather was cold against her ass. When she moved, her pussy opened.

  It was cold there too.

  “Hand me the duct tape.”

  Her heart leapt, stuttered. With nerveless fingers she passed it over.