She took note of his surging erection and, releasing her fingers, slid her hands under her breasts and lifted her pale flesh into high, plump mounds. “Just asking.”

Dominic smiled. “Fucking tease.” He crooked a finger.

Smiling back, she moved between his legs. “Finally,” she said.

“I really am going to have to lock up your pussy. No question,” he murmured, gazing up at her from under his half-lowered eyelids.

“Maybe I’ll let you.”

“No maybe about it. You like to fuck too much. We can’t have you out trolling for a one-night stand.”

“I promise not to.”

He snorted. “Like I believe that.”

“Maybe you have to.”

“And maybe I don’t.” He placed his large hands on either side of one breast, curled his fingers, captured her soft flesh, and dipped his head. Just before his mouth touched her nipple, he glanced up and said, “They’re working on your chastity belt now.”

“You wouldn’t!” She tried to jerk back.

His finger tightened. “Of course I would. I can do anything, Katherine.” Then his mouth closed on her nipple and he made her forget everything but raw sensation, fevered need, orgasmic frenzy. In seconds she was panting, the throbbing between her legs turbulent, issues of authority and compliance forgotten with her blood on fire and orgasm hovering on the brink.

Then he slid his hands away from her breast, sat back, and quietly said, “Turn around and put your hands behind you.”

She stood stunned, insatiable lust beating at her brain.

“Anytime, Katherine. You want to come don’t you?”

No, she wanted vengeance, to retaliate by slapping him in the face for his asshole behavior. She didn’t want to wait or play games. But vengeance could wait until after she climaxed, she pragmatically decided, so close to orgasm her pulse was pounding in her ears.

She turned.

“We do get along don’t we?” he sardonically murmured, drawing the coiled chains from the bracelets. Binding the bracelets together, he placed his hands on her hips and swung her back around. “You can’t ever come unless I’m with you. Do you understand?”

She nodded, desire pulsing hot inside her.

“I didn’t hear you, Katherine.”

“I understand,” she whispered, trying to keep from trembling.

“One more thing. I’d like you to apologize for being disagreeable in front of Chris.”

His eyes flared wide, hot with temper. “Fuck you.”

“Not yet. Apologize first,” he said gently.

“No.”

“Maybe I can change your mind.” Untying her sweats, he slid them down her legs, lifted one foot, then the other, kicked away the puddle of fabric, then slipped a finger inside her.

“That’s not fair.” But her voice was a wisp of sound.

“I’m not interested in being fair. I’m interested in an apology.” He slipped in a second finger, gently stroked her slick flesh. “All you have to do is say you’re sorry and I’ll let you come.”

“I’m not going to.”

He slid his other hand over her breast and lazily rubbed her nipple between his finger and thumb, until she was shuddering under his hands, drenching his fingers, panting in a little flurry of need. “You like that? Would you like to come or should I stop? What does winning mean now?”

“I want to come.”

“Who can do that for you?”

“You can, Dominic. You can win the next hundred times if you let me come now. Please?”

“Sure, baby. Just making sure you understand who does what to whom in that yin-yang equation.”

Her eyes narrowed; even near-orgasmic, her temper was in hot dispute.

He smiled. “Are we clear?”

A long taut silence; he could feel her orgasm begin to ripple up his fingers. He pulled his fingers out, dropped his hand from her breast.

“Should I put your sweats back on, uncuff you?”

She bit her lip, shook her head.

“That’s what I thought. I don’t need a lengthy apology.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thank you, baby.” Coming to his feet, he unclasped the bracelets, eased her back onto the chair, knelt, and lifted her legs on his shoulders. Slipping a hand under her bottom, he pulled her close, slid his fingers back inside, gently stroked her G-spot, dipped his head low and tenderly sucked her clit—the pressure of his mouth painstakingly attuned to her swiftly peaking climax. Having gained his objective in clarifying their relative positions, mollified and content, he took particular care to see that Katherine’s orgasm was drawn out for long, delirious, soul-stirring moments.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Patty looked up at the frenzied scream, smiled, and went back to her cooking. It was nice that Dominic had someone to play with instead of brooding in his room like he usually did when he was home. Maybe she should make steaks for dinner. If those two kept up their heavy-duty screwing schedule they were going to need some red meat in their diets.

After Kate was once again composed, Dominic changed places with her, lifted her onto his lap, saw to his climax, then another for her, and held her close while they both reached a more tranquil state of mind. Then he said, “Break time? Feel like a swim?”

Kate’s head was resting on his shoulder, her arms draped over his shoulders. “I’ll watch you.”

“You can read a magazine or watch TV. I’ll just do a few laps. Now if you’re shy, shut your eyes when I carry you downstairs. I have clothes and robes down there.”