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“I said relax, Anna.”
“I can’t.”
Jensen dipped his head, his lips finding her pussy, tongue stroking her clit. Pleasure flickered along her nerve endings. He
continued to pull the plug as he licked her clit. The pressure within her ass morphed from scary and painful to pleasure-pain.
“Master,” she moaned. “May I come?”
He lifted his head and slid two fingers into her pussy. “No.” He yanked the plug out.
Anna screamed, biting the duvet. Master Jensen continued to work his fingers in her pussy. Sensation rolled through her—she
couldn’t define it as good or bad. It simply was.
Jensen rolled her onto her back, pushed her legs apart. “Spread for me,” he demanded.
Anna spread her legs open, pulling her knees up. “Master, please fuck me.”
He came down over her, his big body crowding her, his chest close enough that her nipples brushed him, but he held the weight
of his body off her with his arms. His cock slid into her, full and thick, filling her in the way she needed, the way she craved. Anna
wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as if her sanity depended on it.
Often, it did.
His breath was heavy on her neck, his chin rough against hers. They clung to one another. It was the most basic kind of sex—
just two people and their desire—and yet at the end of a long evening of play, it was the most important, the most meaningful.
“Master,” she whispered, unable to say more.
“Come,” he groaned, thrusts hard and fast as his orgasm approached.
Anna gasped as she came, her pussy and lower belly muscles clamping down, making Jensen’s cock feel even bigger inside
her. He groaned, holding himself deep inside her as he came.
Jensen rolled over, pulling Anna onto his chest. “We’re done for now.”
Burying her face against him, Anna started to sob.

“It’s okay, love.” He sat up, back against the headboard, and cradled her on his lap.
Anna gave in to the overwhelming feelings. It was always like this for her after a powerful scene—she wasn’t sad, or in pain.
Sometimes the physical pleasure of sex and orgasm wasn’t enough to release the emotions that had built up in her, so she cried.
She’d spent her adult life learning to lock down her feelings. Only here did she allow herself to laugh and cry when she felt like it,
without stopping to analyze or consider the ramifications. Master Jensen didn’t ask her what was wrong, didn’t tell her to stop
crying. He knew her, knew she needed this as much as she needed his hands on her body.
As her sobs quieted, he slipped from the bed, carrying her to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, testing the water before
getting in and pulling her in after him. He washed her until she was able to take the soap and do it herself. He didn’t leave—he
stayed with her in the warmth, occasionally touching her, but never in a sexual way. She washed his back as he scrubbed his
hands through his hair. Once they were done, they toweled each other dry.
Jensen held a robe for her and she slipped into it.
“I’ll give you a few minutes.” He motioned to the vanity, where her toiletry bags rested.
“Thank you.”
“Anna?”
“Yes?”
“When you come out, we start again.”
Anna opened her mouth, then closed it, dropping her gaze.
“I know, normally we’d stop for the night. This time is different.”
“Yes,” she agreed. It was different.
He took her hand and kissed her palm. “Have fun doing...whatever that is.” He motioned vaguely to the vanity.
Anna rolled her eyes and took a seat. Jensen grunted as she started pulling out bottles, then left the bathroom. Anna
moisturized, taking her time with her nightly beauty routine, all while being careful not to think about what would happen when
she left the bathroom.
When she was done, she shed the robe and walked out.

Jensen was waiting for her. He’d pulled on a pair of silk sleep pants. She knew he’d prefer fleece or plaid flannel, but he’d given
in to her looks of disgust and upgraded. With his arms crossed over his muscled chest he looked like a sultan waiting for a
harem girl.
When she was close he pulled her in for a long kiss. She slid her fingers into his still-damp hair, loving the feel of it, relishing in
the freedom to touch him.
“We need to sleep,” he said as they broke apart. “I have plans for tomorrow.”
“You said we were starting again.”
“We are.” He motioned to the bed.
Lying on the white duvet were two long, black pieces of leather. Anna looked from them to Master Jensen.
“Bondage sleeves,” he said in answer to her unspoken question. “They’re a variety of arm binding. I figured you’d want to try
more than one type.”
“I’d want to try more than one?”
“I’m just thinking of you, love.”
Anna raised one brow.
Jensen grinned, totally unrepentant. “Right arm.”
He slid the sleeve onto her, then started to tighten it. The leather was smooth on the inside, and covered her from above her
biceps to her palm. Her fingers were free, but a wide strap went around her palm, locking the sleeve in place with her thumb
pressed against her hand, almost like a fingerless mitten. Laces ran up the side, allowing it to be tightened. Jensen adjusted it
until it was snug, but not tight. The leather was thick and stiff, and she could bend her elbow only a little bit. Buckles around her
wrist, elbow and upper arm made sure she couldn’t slip it off.
Anna’s breath caught when he was done with it. If she’d seen another sub wearing this, she would have assumed it was
decorative more than functional, but it felt like he’d wrapped her in rope. Though it wasn’t restrictive, it was holding her, owning
her. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to bend her arm, the one thing she couldn’t do.
“How does it feel?”

“It’s strange. I didn’t think it would make me feel like this.”
“Explain.” He started to work the second sleeve onto her free arm.
Anna fought the urge to back away. “It’s big, and heavy. I can’t bend my elbow. I didn’t think it would make me feel so...so
owned.”
“Owned?” He paused to cup her chin and kissed her hard and fast. “You’re damned right, you’re owned.”
Anna smiled and dipped her head, submitting as Jensen finished lacing her other arm up. Once he was done, he added padded
restraints to her ankles and thighs.
“Okay, into bed.” He threw back the covers.
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t sleep like this.”
“You’re going to.”
Anna sat, the thick cuffs around her thighs rubbing each other. She lay flat on her back, her heavy arms resting at her sides.
Jensen climbed in beside her.
“I can’t move,” she said.
“Maybe I’ll get some sleep.”
“You always sleep.”
“Only because I can sleep though a beating. You punched me in the kidney last week.”
Anna choked back a laugh. “I did not.”
“You’re the most restless sleeper I ever met.” He looped the straps that dangled from the ends of the sleeves through the “D”
rings in the cuffs on her thighs.

“So I have to stay like this all night?”
“No. I’m not fastening the straps. They will pull free if you work at it, so you can change position. However, every time I wake up
I’ll strap you in again.”
Anna had slept in restraints before. It hadn’t made her feel much besides stiff and slightly irritated—she did like to move around
in her sleep. But that was before Jensen. As he turned out the lights and pulled the covers over them, her body started to tingle.
Her nipples were stiff, rubbing against the sheet. Her pussy started to throb. She held still, tried to calm her mind, to relax, but
sleep wouldn’t come.
“Master?”
He grunted.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Are your arms okay? Anna you have to tell me if it’s too tight.” He touched her fingers, checking to make sure they were still
warm. If the sleeves were too tight they would restrict circulation to her fingers, which would get cold.
“My arms are okay.”
“What is it?”
“I’m...I’m...” Anna was at a loss for words. She wouldn’t have had any trouble telling him she was aroused in the heat of a
scene, but somehow lying here, helpless, made it seem like a strange thing to say.
After a moment of silence, his hand slid from hers, across her belly to the mound of her sex. Anna parted her legs. He dipped his
fingers in.
“You’re soaked. I didn’t think you liked overnight bondage.”
“I don’t.”
“Really?” He rubbed her clit and Anna arched up off the bed.
Master Jensen cupped her pussy, his palm over her mound, two fingers nestled between the lips of her sex, the others alongside
the outer lips. He dragged his pillow next to hers, and lay down on his side. “Go to sleep, Anna.”

“Like this?”
“Yes.”
Within minutes Jensen was asleep, his hand cupping her sex. It was a long time before Anna slept.