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Omg, what a wait for this, huh? I do apologize for the extended absence but I can only write to something when my mind allows me to. I have been very adamant about finishing some WIPS that were not as important to me. Campfire requires a great deal more effort, and I very much appreciate your patience.

I do intend to update once a week, but I also work 12 hour days and on those days, it is difficult to find time to write. I will do my best, however, and have something prepared in advance.

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Edward-

The words tumbled from my lips before I gave them much thought. They hovered between us like a thinly veiled promise, and the sparkle igniting in her hypnotic green gaze highlighted her interest.

Of course, I was a master, instantly picking up on her body language.

Her thighs went lax, slightly parting in invitation even before she answered. Her chest moved rapidly with each indrawn breath, her nipples pebbling beneath her silken top. The little beads begged me to pluck and suck, while the scent of her arousal filled the cab of my car, imploring me to feast on her pink folds.

Her response spoke to the beast within, my nostrils flaring, and I inhaled deeply, relishing her feminine scent. Once again I felt the hum of excitement rippling throughout my body, settling in my groin, and for the second time that night, I was craving the connection that existed between a Dom and submissive.

I loved everything about the lifestyle. I loved the control. I loved the trust your partner gave, allowing someone else complete power. The adoration from a sub was an exhilarating factor, and I fucking missed all of it. Perspiration dotted my brow as my nerves kicked in.

I could do this. I could give her pleasure and keep it one-sided. I gulped down the anxiety threatening to interfere, cocking an eyebrow as I waited for her to voice her decision. The muscle in my temple ticked impatiently.

Tapping the steering wheel, I watched her intently for any hesitation. If she'd expressed even a little doubt this wouldn't happen. "Well? What will it be?"

Her thighs clenched and she wiggled against my seat. That telltale sign had a zing of excitement shooting to my dick. Despite my complete meltdown in the club this woman still wanted me, and if she chose to have me demonstrate, I would make it one of the best experiences she'd ever had. My cock leapt in agreement with my brain, yet it pleaded for an opportunity to join in the festivities. Knowing his hide and seek routine, participation wouldn't be an option. I relaxed a fraction once that was decided, feeling some of the usual tension ease.

I was elated when she lifted her chin a notch and met my gaze. She seemed a bit breathless as she whispered, "I want you to demonstrate."

My jaw tightened so much my teeth hurt and every hair on my body stood on end. The collar of my shirt seemed to be choking the hell out of me, the clothes I wore becoming far too constricting all at once.

I watched her intently, my nostrils burning as they flared the need to growl built in my chest. Every muscle in my body went taut for an entirely different reason m, my pulse leaping with the familiar enthusiasm, the air around us crackling with electrifying energy.

I wanted her, whether it be right or wrong. Given my history, I was probably making a huge error in judgment, yet it seemed beyond my control. It was sort of like fate. I couldn't change the course we were on, no more than I could change the position of the stars. My desire was undeniable.

My mouth went dry, and my heart rate increased, tripping over its beat. I gestured toward the parking lot, giving her one last chance to change her mind, my gaze never wavering from hers. "Are you sure about this?"

For the first time all night, she seemed to be at a loss for words, her head bobbing as she nodded.

I held back a knowing smile. Pushing the button on my steering wheel, it lifted several inches, providing extra space. One arm rested on the wheel as I turned to face her. "I'm going to need verbal consent, Nova. Is this what you want?"

Her lashes fluttered slightly as she returned my gaze, need and desire darkening her eyes, creating a deep forest green. "Yes. I want this. I want you."

Her confession hit a nerve. I knew she wanted me. Her eyes screamed it, and her body language spoke volumes. Even while those two things alone made my blood warm, her admission spoke to the spot inside me that'd been dormant for far too long. I was very much afraid I would fuck this up, but the fear wasn't enough to hold me back. "I have one rule." I swallowed hard when her pupils dilated on me, her lashes dropping a fraction as she waited to hear my condition. Licking my lips, I studied her long and hard. "This clause is nonnegotiable. If you break my rule it all ends here and now. Understand?"

She fidgeted nervously, her chin dipping as she nodded. "Okay. What is your condition?"

"Under no circumstances can you touch me." That was the hardest thing I'd ever said. Did I want her touch? Fuck yes. But the mere idea that she would discover my ability to maintain an erection had very real anxiety filling me. What kind of man couldn't express his desire for a woman? Before I could contemplate it any longer, her eyes went wide with confusion and her lips parted as if she were going to reply. I held up my hand keeping her from speaking. "I mean it, little girl. This is for your pleasure, solely. Understand?"

Her brow puckered briefly, and then, to my surprise, she gave a hesitant nod. "I'm really trying to understand. I am, but I really don't." She wetted her lips with her pink tongue I very much wanted to taste. She cleared her throat, continuing slowly. "If that's your condition, I will respect that."

I felt relieved just hearing her agree to my odd terms. To my surprise, my body reacted, my skin heated and my blood simmered. Anticipation hummed between us, the air popping as the very real chemistry seemed amplified. "Good." Reaching across the space separating us, I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Pick a safe word. I don't anticipate things going beyond pleasuring you, but it's always good to have it in place just in case. What's your favorite color?"

A playful twinkle entered her eyes, and her gaze dipped to my lips. "Red. I love the color red. I have a question of my own."

"Red," I repeated, committing the safe word to memory. As it echoed through my brain, I turned my attention to her. My lips tingled when she continued to stare at my mouth. I had a feeling I already knew what it was, but still, I asked, "What is your question?"

A spark snapped in her eyes, and she nervously bit her bottom lip. Finally, she released the plump flesh. "Will there be kissing?"

I chuckled, twisting her hair around my finger, reveling in the softness. "Do you want there to be kissing?"

Generally, before anything happened between a Dom and sub there was a contract drawn up. In that document, a list of yays and nays was created. What was happening in this car wasn't close to that, however. It was merely between a woman and a man, so it was very important to understand the ground rules from the jump.

She released a sigh, and she nodded adamantly. "Yes. I definitely want there to be kissing."

"Then there will be kissing," I agreed, my fingers sliding across her cheek, savoring the satiny texture of her skin beneath my fingertips. I leisurely explored every inch of her face, her lips trembling as I drew closer to the petal-soft flesh. I gently ran the pad of my thumb across the full bottom one, mesmerized by the rosy morsel. My mouth watered as the prospect of sinking my tongue deep into the warm depths played through my mind. Shaking the daze clouding my mind free, I sought out her gaze. "Pop the glove box open and get the zip ties out."

The sliver of fear in her eyes sent a thrill to my cock. Did I make it a habit to scare women? No, but I wasn't going to deny the exhilaration at the idea. Even as the question glinted from her intriguing stare, she pulled away from touch, leaning forward, and popped the glove box. The contents were shifted in the cubby until she pulled a bag of zip ties from under a stack of papers.

Curiously, she turned the black plastic ties in her hands, looking at me with expectation. "Why would you have zip ties in your car?"

I couldn't keep the Cheshire smile at bay, displaying even white teeth. I reached forward and grabbed the ties from her hand. "You are about to find out. Unless you've changed your mind. Have you changed your mind?"

She dragged her gaze away from my smile and held silent for several minutes. Then, finally, she shook her head, the stubborn tilt of her chin back. "I'm not letting you off the hook that easily."

The pleasure I experienced from that simple statement was completely unexpected. Suddenly, I didn't want to be off any hook. I wanted to explore this connection, this chemistry, and see where it could go. "Wonderful." Gesturing toward the small velvet box inside the glove box, I said, "Hand me that box."

She retrieved the box, slowly turning it in her hand. "What is this? Is it earrings?"

I took the box from her fingers and sat it on the center console. Chuckling, I shook my head, "Absolutely not. But they are equally as pleasurable, perhaps more so."

Her laughter filled the car, and I swear my soul did a little jig at the sound. Suppressing the leap of excitement, I leaned across her, my weight sliding across her legs and I slammed the glove box closed. While I was invading her space, I reached over her lap and found the button on the side of her seat. Slowly the seat moved backward, coming to a stop near the backseat. "There. You should be more comfortable."

I noticed her fingers curl against her lap as if she were trying to keep from touching me. Instead of the usual cringe that coursed through me at the thought of someone touching me, my pulse leapt, hammering through my veins. Despite the excitement, I wasn't ready to trust the reaction. My jaw clenched as I pulled one of the zip ties free. "Put your hands together."

Her hands shook as she put her wrists together. With the aid of years of experience, I wove the long plastic around her wrists and effectively pinned them together. There was just enough space between the ties and her wrists to keep it from biting into her tender skin. Securing the end, I lifted her arms above her head and placed the loop on the hook overhead.

The backs of my fingers drifted down her triceps, stopping near her armpits. The hollowed shaved skin drew my attention, and I couldn't resist leaning close, letting my nose graze the sensitive flesh. A startled hiccup slipped past her lips. "Are you ticklish?"

I watched her throat work as she gulped. "I'm not overly ticklish. I just wasn't expecting you to pay attention to my armpits."

"Hmm," I answered, returning to the dip in her arm. Goosebumps raced over her skin when I brushed a kiss to the delicate cove. Her body quivered and I smiled.

She was so damn responsive. My balls tingled and my cock swelled for this woman a second time tonight. My body's reaction told me this one night wasn't going to be enough. Inhaling a calm breath, I relished the smell of her deodorant mixed with the scent of a woman and backed away.

One glance at her told me she was very much affected by my presence. She looked almost intoxicated, her lashes lazily blinking back at me, and the foggy glaze of desire darkened her irises.

Another shot of adrenaline shot down my spine, my skin was prickly with awareness. Her sweet melon fragrance wreaked havoc on my senses, inviting me close, begging me to sample her flavor and discover whether she was as sweet as she smelled. I couldn't deny myself a sample of her sweet lips any longer.

I scanned her features and she looked on the verge of melting. The corner of my lips tilted upon discovering I was still capable of compelling a woman. My eyes locked with hers and as if drawn by a magnet, I shifted until my lips hovered a centimeter from hers. Her erratic breath caressed my lips, increasing my sense of urgency. "I've been thinking of tasting you since you sat next to me on that sofa the first night." My lips skimmed hers, my tongue sneaking out to sample her breath. "You're a bad girl." I applied a little more pressure with the next kiss, coaxing her to part her lips. When she gasped, I growled, sinking my tongue deep, taking exactly what I wanted. "You've been teasing and tormenting with your words and actions since we met. You will pay for all of that here and now. I won't let you go until your penance is met."

I ate her lips, sinking into each kiss as if she were a juicy orange, I just couldn't get enough of. Electric currents zap from her tongue to mine, and I became mindless to everything around us.

The parking lot of Campfire faded away, and all that remained was me and this gorgeous woman. Each sweep of my tongue had my pulse sputtering in veins, making me forget the past, and suddenly, I could care less what the future held. I was very content with the present, and nothing was going to dull the effect Nova was having on me.

She returned every kiss with equal enthusiasm, boldly nipping my lips, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. Her tongue tangled with mine, and even with her hands bound overhead, she managed to wiggle closer. "You taste like sin," she whispered into my mouth. She whimpered when I caught her lip and sank my teeth deep into her plump flesh. "I never imagined liking pain with sex, but somehow you make it feel as if it should be there. It just sorta enhances the pleasure."

Her words soothed my troubled soul. For the last few years, I'd thought I lost my ability to experience and deliver fulfillment. Considering it had been so long since I attempted to please a woman, I was elated by the knowledge. Indulging in another fervent kiss, I became thoroughly enthralled by the mewls escaping her lips. High on the alluring taste of her, I broke the kiss, holding her lip between my teeth.

I let it go with a pop, our heavy breath mingling and fogging the windows. My thumb feathered over her jaw, the animal in me, lurking just on the other side of gentle.

I didn't want to be gentle, it was completely beyond my nature. Swallowing the burning need, my nostrils flared with the desire to exert my aggression. "I feel it important to tell you that the gentleness ends now. Do you still want this?"

I heard the plastic rattle as she pulled at the zip tie. The need to touch me was driving her wild, and a part of me felt bad for denying her that. She nodded, squeezing her legs together trying to ward off the ache.

I knew she was aching. Hell, I was aching from the top of my head to the tip of my toes and if I didn't think I'd wind up humiliated by my body, I would've released her hands. Nipping her lips, I lifted my eyebrows. "What will it be, Nova? Do you want me to continue, or stop now?"

A hum vibrated from her throat, and she shuddered as my finger ran over the bare skin of her shoulder. "I-I want you to continue." She attempted to smile, yet I could see her nervous energy in the way she shifted. "I have a safe word, right?"

My hand settled on her thigh, my fingers lingering an inch away from her skirt. Stroking the muscle, I relished the softness of her skin. I could tell she spent hours either jogging or on a treadmill, her leg flexing under my fingers. If these incredible legs were locked around my waist, I would lose my fucking mind.

Her feminine heat teased my nose, my mouth watering with the desire to lick her inside and out. "I want to eat your pussy." I salivated at the thought. "I want you so close to coming without doing so it borders on pain." I flipped a part of her skirt up, discovering a flash of sheer mesh panties. "Lean against the door, and put a leg on either side of me."

Ever so slowly, she followed my command, sitting sideways on the seat, placing one foot on my dash and the other on my shoulder. Her panties were wet, probably drenched. Her arousal was fragrant and thick in the air. Petting over the muscles of her calves, I forced myself to focus on her legs, near drooling as my gaze drifted over every inch until I stared at the triangle hidden by her thong.

I was going to touch a woman. For the first time in three years, I was going to sink my tongue so deep. My eyes closed with the thought, my cock harder than it had ever been.

The clothes I wore were far too entrapping, and impatiently, I ripped the shirt over my head and tossed it. I was so enthralled with the sight before me, I didn't even know where it went. Reaching across the space separating us, I yanked at the straps holding her dress in place. My cock leapt with joy when her perfect tits bounced free from the flimsy fabric.

Pushing my own seat back, my fingers bit into her caves, I bit the flesh of her ankle, loving the way she squirmed. I licked the sting away, a growl erupting from my chest as the flavor of her skin melted on my tongue. "Get comfortable, Nova, this is going to last a while."

I meant it too. I'd waited thirty-six months for this moment, and I was going to savor every fucking minute. I just hoped the shadows lurking in my mind gave me a few hours to enjoy myself.


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