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They traveled down a long corridor. Extravagant
sex rooms flanked the hall. Some of the rooms were completely enclosed while
others were made with glass walls for the benefit of voyeurs and
exhibitionists. Over the years, Donavan had entertained submissive women in all
thirty of Eden’s play rooms. However, studio seven was the perfect setting for
what he had in store for Eve this weekend.

“Well…here we are,” Eve murmured, stopping in
front of a door marked with the Roman numeral seven.

“Here we are,” he echoed, noting the slight
tremor in her voice. She was ringing her hands together, her eyes darting from
the door then quickly back to the floor. These were not the mannerisms of a
haughty Mistress intent on enslaving a man for a weekend. Nervous energy radiated
off her and awakened the alpha male in him. Eve was no Mistress. He was sure of
it. As soon as they stepped inside their room, he would have forty-eight hours
to prove it.

Leaning past her, he shoved the key in the lock
but before he could turn it, her hand clamped down on his.

“Problem?” he asked, shifting his gaze from her
hand to her face.

“No. No problem. I—I just want to give you one
last chance to turn and run,” she said in a matter of fact tone. “I know you
don’t want to spend the weekend as my slave.”

Damn right he didn’t but he had no intention of
spending the weekend as her slave.

“As much as I appreciate the offer, I’m not
running type.” He turned the key then pushed open the door. “After you…Mistress.”

****

Oh, you’ve really done it this
time, Eve.

Arm braced against the door, Donavan angled an
expectant look down at her. Eve nibbled her lower lip and contemplated bolting
for the exit. Pride quickly stomped on that idea. She wasn’t the running type
either.

“No time like the present,” Donavan urged.

“You’re absolutely right.” She dropped the leash
handle, gave her hair a snooty toss and squared her shoulders. If she was going
to play a Mistress, she might as well do it with gusto. With her nose tipped in
the air, she strode past him into the dimly lit void.

She took long, seductive strides and concentrated
more on the sound of her heels clicking across the floor than on the uneven
sound of her anxious breathing. When she reached the center of the massive
chamber and swept a gaze around the room, her breath caught. Were they in the
right place? This had to be a mistake.

From the stunning canopy bed dominating the east
wall to the bronzed candelabras illuminating the chamber with a warm glow, the
décor was elegant and tasteful. Here she’d expected a dungeon fully equipped
with a torture chamber and what she’d entered was small piece of heaven. There
was even an intimate dining area with a small café style table and two chairs.
She had stayed in five star hotels less luxurious.

Oh yes, this doesn’t seem so
bad.

There were, however, a few things inside the room
that she’d never seen at a five star hotel. Starting with the provocative
artwork. Several pictures framed in swirly gold adorned the walls. Each picture
followed a similar theme—gorgeous females bound and exposed and awaiting their
Dominant’s touch. Some were even gagged, their rosy red lips hugging sleek
rubber balls. An unwanted shudder rolled through Eve and she forced her eyes
away. Apparently even the interior decorator was plotting against her.

She redirected her attention to a set of leather
cuffs suspended to a thick chain that hung from the vaulted ceiling. Curious,
Eve ventured toward them. These were not the one-size-fits-all type she was
accustom to seeing used at the club. These cuffs were small and delicate and
lacked a sizing belt. Stopping just below them, she tilted her head. Two metal
snaps lined the edge and the length of leather was so short it would barely fit
around her wrist let alone the wrist of a man the size of Donavan.

“Something wrong?” Donavan asked in a quiet tone.
She didn’t need to turn around to know he stood directly behind her. The heat
of his body seeped into hers. The slow, steady stream of his breath tickled her
hair.

“I…I was just noticing how small these restraints
are. They hardly look big enough to restrain a man.”

“You don’t say.” The whimsical tone of his voice
tightened every muscle in her body. He didn’t sound surprised by her
observation. He sounded pleased.

An abrupt jangle rang out and Eve’s gaze followed
the noise to the floor. There the collar and leash sat in a pile near her feet.
Her vision blurred. The handsome bastard never had any intention of making good
on their bet.

Oh, this is not good.

Letting out a shaky breath, Eve flattened her
palm against her lower abdomen as butterflies fluttered in her tummy. She would
not panic. She was a level-headed, confident, professional woman. She never
panicked.

“Well,” she started in the most confident tone
she could manage, “this just won’t do. Guess I’ll go inform the staff that
there’s been a misunderstanding.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Whirling on her heels, she locked eyes with him. “I
will go wherever I please,
slave
.”

She started for the door but Donavan’s arm
flashed out and snaked around her waist. Her strength was no match for his. Even
when she dug her heels into the floor, he easily hauled her back.

“What are you doing?!” she snapped, but he barely
acknowledged her. Two powerful hands closed around her wrists and he yanked her
arms above her head. Eve’s frantic gaze followed her arms up and a lump lodged
in her throat. The restraints…okay, now it was time to panic.

“Stop! Let go of me!” Her demands went unanswered
as she tugged, twisted, and bucked. “This is not part of the agreement!”

Expertly, he fastened her wrists into the small
cuffs. The moment the last snap clicked, her blood turned hotter than molten
lava. She hadn’t been man-handled like this since freshman year in college—the
year she discovered being restrained made her panties soak. Like then, her
flimsy lace thong grew damp and her pussy greedily clenched with the need to be
filled.
Oh, this is not good. Not good at all.

“This isn’t funny. Let me down,” Eve demanded,
and jerked on her binds.

“Yeah…not gonna happen.” He sank onto his haunches
then one after another removed her shoes. Without the extra inches, she was
forced to stand on the balls of her feet. Now barefoot and unsteady, she swung
like a side of beef in a walk in freezer. How could he do this to her? And why
did it have to make her so damn hot?

Huffing and puffing, Eve glared down at him.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t see past his wide shoulders to glimpse what he was
doing but knowing Donavan, it wasn’t good.

Steel groaned and a shiver shot up her left leg
as cold iron encircled her ankle. Like the leather cuffs weren’t enough? He had
to restrain all her limbs? Heart hammering, Eve kicked her right leg out and
caught him square in the chest with her knee. He swore under his breath and a
sense of triumph rolled through her.

It was short lived, however. In seconds, her free
ankle was secured and Eve no longer felt like a side of beef but an ancient
sacrifice. Any minute now some mythical dragon intent on devouring her would
materialize from one of the dark corners of the room.

Donavan rose to his full height of six-foot-two
then removed his mask and tossed it in the direction of her forsaken high
heels. Without the obstruction, his chiseled features appeared more handsome in
the incandescent glow flooding the room. A dark shadow fell over his slate gray
eyes but Eve could still see them clearly. The only thing in the room that
looked intent on devouring her was him.

“You’ve been a naughty, naughty girl, Evelyn.”

“Me!” Eve shrieked. “You’re the one going back on
your word.”

“I think it’s only fair, considering you fixed
the bet.”

All the air rushed out of her lungs. How in the
hell did he know that?

“I—I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she
lied, trying to keep a straight face.

He reached for her mask and drew it off, along with
it went her riotous mass of fake red curls. Now face to face, no costume or
means of escape, Eve felt surprisingly exposed.

“Give me back my mask,” she ordered.

“No,” he said simply. “Lie to me again and the
next thing you lose is the dress.”

Her heart paused and her skin warmed.

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

He stepped towards her then bowed his head until
she could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips. “Try me.”

Quickly Eve thought back to how many times she’d
caught him bluffing in court. Four? Five? Every good lawyer did it from time to
time. He couldn’t possibly know she had fixed the bet. He was just hoping she
had done something underhanded to warrant his actions. He’d been trying to out
her as a submissive for years now.

“Did you or did you not fix the bet?”

Lifting her chin proudly, Eve did what any good
lawyer in her situation would do—she lied her ass off. “I
did not
fix
the bet.”

He clucked his tongue and circled to stand behind
her. Frantically, Eve swiveled her head and then gasped as he jerked hard on
the laces of her corset. The gown dropped into a pool of fabric around her
ankles and she shuddered.

Oh God. Not bluffing.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter
Three

 

Oh, he had waited a very long time to have Eve
bound and at his mercy. Other than her forcing him the wear a collar—he would
punish her for that later—the night was running rather smoothly. Now all he had
to do was persuade Eve to tell him the truth about fixing the bet then collect
his prize.

Donavan scrubbed the back of his hand over his
mouth and savored the sight before him. Every muscle in Eve’s body was
stretched lean and long as she balanced on the tips of her toes. Her back was a
shapely canvas of porcelain cream skin with only the garnet band of her
strapless bra for contrast. His eyes roamed lower and his cock jerked. Her
perfectly round ass dressed in that skimpy thong looked good enough to bite.
Though the lingerie was stunning and the deep red complimented her creamy skin,
he couldn’t wait to get her out of it.

“Now,” he whispered against her ear. “You don’t
have much for clothes left. Do you really want to lie to me again?” He stroked
the tip of his index finger down the center of her back and her full body
shiver made his cock pulse.

“I’m not lying,” she insisted in a half
frustrated, half aroused voice.

A slow smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
God, he loved her determination.

“Wrong answer,” Donavan murmured against her
hair. He smoothed his hands along the curve of her waist and she trembled under
his palms. He delighted in every ripple, every shudder. Her breathing turned
shallow as he stroked the side-wells of her hips. He traced the bikini line of
her panties with his thumbs and through the fabric the moist heat of her pussy
radiated into his fingers. She was so ready. So wet.

How far would Eve go to protect her little lie?

He inched his fingers inward, grazing the
sidewalls of his knuckles ever so lightly over her plump pussy lips.

“Shit,” she choked out. “All right! All right. I
fixed the damn bet. Now unlock me!”

Grasping her hips, he jerked her back so her ass
collided with his groin. “Do you really think you’re in a position to be making
demands?”

He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her shoulder
and unsnapped the clasp on her bra. The fabric fell away. Reaching around, he
cupped her milky white breasts in his palms and squeezed gently. Finally, she
moaned. The raw and uninhibited sound was music to his ears. Her hips wriggled
and the swell of her ass repeatedly bumped against his groin, teasing his cock.

“From where I’m standing it looks like you’re at
my mercy,” he replied, holding back a moan.

Panting and vibrating, her head arched back
against his shoulder. “What are you going to do, Carver?” she asked in breathy
tone. “Keep me here against my will and fuck me senseless all weekend?”

“Mmm, fuck you senseless? Without a doubt. As for
against your will…Tell me that you don’t want to be here.” He circled to stand
in front of her and the full impact of her body struck him like a fist to the
solar plexus. Christ, she had amazing tits. Not overly large, but full and
perky with small, tight nipples that beckoned for his mouth.

He lifted his gaze to hers and she quickly looked
away. An endearing flush stained her cheeks and he wondered how much of it was
from arousal and how much was from the unease of being chained and nearly naked
in front of him. Determined to find out, he moved closer, until only a few
inches of heated air separated their bodies.

“Look at me,” he demanded softly. “Did you think
after all these years, we wouldn’t inevitably end up in bed together?”

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