What had she been thinking? How had she let herself get talked into this? Okay, Coop hadn’t had to do much talking and they were up in a private room, but still, as he walked her towards the middle of the room where there was a hook suspended above her head, she questioned her own sanity. Her wrists were bound; she was completely naked; and she had no idea what he had in mind.

She had to be crazy, and yet the logical part of her brain kept reminding her that Coop had never done anything to her sexually that hadn’t sent her flying. Her body was so attuned to his and to his moods that if he even thought about sex, her body picked up on it. He often told her that she intoxicated him far more than any single malt. She, on the other hand, was completely addicted to him. She was a junkie, and he was her crack cocaine—only unlike drugs, her life had improved by leaps and bounds since the night she had offered herself, her trust and her submission to him.

Coop moved her into position, hooking her arms above her head. He moved slowly and surely so that she was never frightened. She felt vulnerable as she stood naked while he walked around her body, trailing his fingers all along her skin. Her nipples were stiff, and her sex was soft and wet. She feared if he so much as breathed on her, she’d climax.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? Any idea at all?” he crooned.

“If that bulge in the front of your leathers is any indication, you think I’m gorgeous.”

A harsh smack landed on her backside. Perhaps she should have left snark and sarcasm in the submissives’ salon.

“You might want to check that attitude with me.”

“You’re right, and I apologize. You always make me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, and even when I don’t want to believe it, knowing that you think it’s so makes me believe.”

“We’re going to play a little game tonight.”

She groaned and he chuckled.

“I’m going to get to look at you and touch you wherever and however I want. There is nothing more beautiful or alluring to me than you—especially you naked and aroused. And you are aroused, aren’t you, Anabella?”

She moaned in response as he trickled his fingers down her arms and over her shoulders to run them down her sides, tracing every curve before cupping her backside and applying pressure to her tense muscles. He knew her so well. She’d been stressed ever since the FBI had told her they would need her to do a sworn affidavit and perhaps even testify. He trailed his hands down her shoulder blades, massaging the muscles in her lower back before running a single finger back up her spine.

Anabella arched into him, her ass grinding gently against the hard length behind her. One hand ran up to cup her breast, weighing it before rolling her almost painful nipple between his forefinger and thumb. She could feel pleasure and pressure building within her, getting ready to tip over the edge into a freefall of bliss, when he gave it a sharp pinch, bringing her back to reality.

She stomped her feet. “I hate it when you do that.”

“No, you don’t, which is why it’s so effective. Besides, have I told you that you could come?”

“No, but you didn’t tell me I couldn’t, either.”

His hand moved to her other breast giving it a gentle squeeze before plucking at her nipple—a rippling wave of lust surging through her system. With other men, sex had been perfunctory; something to do to get to the good part where she got to cuddle. There was plenty of cuddling, but sex with Coop was mind bending pleasure on another level. She couldn’t ignore him, but more than that, he forced her not to ignore herself.

Coop continued to move around her body, only now he was whispering kisses all along her skin, nipping it in places as he went so she was really starting to squirm. Anabella knew him well enough to know he was enjoying this sweet, delicious torment he was causing her.

Trying to get her mind to focus on anything but his hands and lips, she asked, “So what is this game you want to play?”

“We’re already playing. You’re going to try to keep from coming while I do my best to bring you to a screaming climax.”

“That is not a game I can win.”

“I know. It’s the kind of game I like best.”

“You can be a real sonofa… Coop…” she cried out his name as he rushed her to the crest a second time simply by slipping his hand between her legs and gently stroking her clit. Anabella tried to close her legs to him, which earned her a sharp tug on her swollen nub.

“Ah-ah,” he scolded. “You know better than that.”

He was in complete and total control, and Anabella wondered briefly when it was that she’d decided she was okay with that. The answer was most likely when she’d greeted him in a corset and thong and prayed he would forgive her for using her safeword and walking away.

She forced herself to relax her thighs and even tilted her hips so that he had better access.

“That’s my good girl,” he purred.

Anabella had never known how geared to sound she was. The sound of Coop’s voice had the most profound effect on her. She was convinced that someday he’d just talk her to orgasm.

“Coop, please?” She hated it when she resorted to begging, which she almost always did.

The fact that it almost always resulted in her speeding up the process didn’t hurt, but still she knew he’d never allow her that kind of control with him. Hell, he wouldn’t even let her get on top, although in the actual fucking department she had nothing to complain about.

“You’re very wet,” he said as he slid two of his fingers into her molten core.

“For you, Coop, all for you.”

He chuckled in her ear as he moved around behind her, pulling her body close so she could feel the erection throbbing behind the fly of his leathers. One arm slanted diagonally across her body so he could play with her nipples and breasts, the other returned to torturing her in the most erotic, enticing, and mesmerizing way.

Anabella could feel her spirit separating from her body, allowing it to respond to his rapturous touch while her spirit floated free of all time and worldly constraints in an atmosphere of pure, unadulterated sensual bliss. He picked up the rhythm and pace of his fondling and she felt her body give over as she cried out and he held her close, supporting her orgasm by stroking and kissing her shoulders and neck.

The shimmering edge of absolute sexual pleasure and satisfaction reared up and wrapped itself around her as her body shook in his arms. The intense orgasm that flooded her system was like a wildfire burning out of control as he kept fingering her pussy and then pushed down on her clit as she reached new heights.

Coop reached up and released her bound wrists from the overhead hook and allowed her to collapse back against him. Her head fell back on his shoulder, and he held her until the trembling finally stopped. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, unbinding her wrists after he laid her down.

“My turn,” he whispered in her ear as he stripped himself naked and covered her body with his own.

Anabella loved how he made her feel—physically, emotionally, and sexually. Fucking Coop was not something she did while thinking about other things or wondering when he’d get off so she could be done. She was never done, and neither was he. In Coop she had found her perfect match. He offered her the love, tranquility and safety she’d been searching for her entire life. Anabella found she had not had to find and secure those things for herself. Instead, she had found her perfect partner in life.