Bound Odyssey by Michelle Polar

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.She hefted a mean hammer.He examined the cuff again.“Someone’s been in here.”He glanced down to where she stood frozen with eyes glazed.After a good thirty seconds, she shook out of it, reached to run her hand behind her neck in a quick massage.If he hadn’t been above her, he might have missed seeing the slight tremble, gone a moment later.He didn’t know what it was about, but that brief moment of vulnerability pushed his buttons, stirred a need to attack whatever ghost had his Mistress trembling.Because even though he’d known her a brief two weeks, he already knew this woman was his Mistress.Roman was difficult to anger and he counted on that fact.But the violent protective urges he felt in Mira’s presence, and the desire to wrap his arms around her curves, sink to his heels and offer worship, confirmed his suspicion.He’d acted as a Dom for too long.The relief of his reaction to Mira lapped through his body, the soothing waves of 20Bound Odysseythe ocean along Carolina’s coast from his distant memory caressing his muscles, relaxing away his tension.“Holy conspiracy, Batman,” he said with his best Robin impression.The distraction worked.Her head snapped up and her face brightened, shadows fleeing.“You son of abitch.You got into my boxes.” But she was smiling.It was like the sun had gone supernova in his chest and lit all the dark places.“You sent me to find the extra buckles in your bedroom.I thought it was another box of supplies.But several hundred Batman comics?” He let out a long whistle.“Damn, Darlin’, a collection of comics in mint condition like that nowadays isimpressive.Not to mention worth a fortune.”She shrugged.“Most I got before the explosions.But I wouldn’t sell.Not thatanyone interested is left with money to buy.”He unhooked the cuffs from the chain and climbed down.He held out the leather.She hesitated but took them.“Why collect the comics?” he asked.“One of the signs I was a budding Domme was when I started fantasizing aboutWonder Woman tying up Batman with her golden lasso, with me starring in the role of Amazon Princess.The Caped Crusader’s had a soft spot in my heart since then.”He laughed.“I always imagined it was Batman tying up Robin.Thought Robin wasthe luckiest son of a gun around.”Her answering smile, eyes a chocolate sunrise treat, started his palms itching.He ached to trace the lids with his fingers, travel them down to outline her cheek and jawline.He had no doubt if he tried without permission he’d be down on the ground, screaming uncle.And the idea of that revved him almost as much.Roman might be a sexual switch, a person ready, willing and able to play either Dominant or submissive depending on the circumstance, but his body responded to her as all sub.Her fingers squeezed the leather in her hands and she glanced down.The sparkle in her eyes died.“It’s not worth mentioning the cuff to Moore.He’ll dismiss it.”“Maybe to his assistant.They don’t seem to like each other much.”“Politics.I’m positive Moore’s religion party.” Her expression hardened, a cutting anger sparking her face as her lips compressed.“I overheard Sanchez talking to other staff about him.They seemed pissed he’d been appointed by the new administration given he’s the wrong party.And pissed the military has that colonel goon here to oversee the training project.”Roman stuffed his hands in his pockets, rolled back on his heels.“Interesting.”“That’s one word for it.”Her jaw clenched and he saw her wrestle her outrage down.Still, he’d rather see her pissed than scared.21Michelle Polaris“No, we won’t say anything to Sanchez either,” Mira said after thought.“Theyhired us for this job.As much as I mistrust them, they have a vested interest in our success.Let’s watch for now.Maybe the crack is coincidence.”“One of us can always remain in the suite 24/7,” he said.“Leaving us more secluded.They give us all meals on premises.Ask us to sign in and out if we want to leave.I had a staffer begging to run my errand for me this morning.” Mira turned her eyes to the far side of the room, to the boarded-up windows meant to overlook the city streets below.“And sealing us away.Heavy drapes would have been sufficient.They use them in all the other offices here.”“Darlin’, you know what they think of us.”Her head jerked once.“I know.”The lights flickered then died, throwing the room into black for long seconds.The institute didn’t seem bound to the power-rationing laws—damn insider privilege—but it sure fell prey to system failures like everyone else.The hum of the backup generator kicked in, filling the silence.When the lights came on, Mira exhaled a breath, wiped her palm down the side of her denim-clad hip.She inhaled, and it was like she rewrapped herself in a suit of calm.Her eyes found his and the tightness in his chest eased.She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders.“I’m pathetic.A bundle of nerves.”He walked over to her and reached for her hand, slowly to allow her refusal.When she let him take it, he exhaled his own breath.“Mistress, let me give you a massage.It’ll relax you.”A quick series of emotions passed over her face, ending with a self-deprecating look of humor.“I should be the one offering, Angel.” Her brow wrinkled.“This job and this place have me stuck in my head.I’m sorry.I need to be more attentive.” She twisted her palm to grasp his fingers, firm yet gentle, and brought them up to her lips to lay a soft kiss against his knuckles.He fought to keep his eyes from dropping down to the ground.He wanted to avert his gaze from his Mistress out of respect.As her gaze dug deep inside him, stripping away layers, he lost the battle and dropped his eyes.Mira let go his hand and raised hers to grasp his chin, enfolding it between her palms as she lifted his head.“I want to thank you, Roman.You’ve been exactly what I needed these past two weeks.Someone to help me make some coherent plan for this crazy training.Your thoughts were priceless.”The strong press of her skin against his jaw jerked his hard-on to full attention with the feel of her long, beautiful fingers he’d fantasized about since they were introduced.“The wait will be worth it, I promise,” she said, acknowledging the building tension between the two of them.She slid her hands down from his chin, past his neck, over shoulders and down the sides of his chest to his hips.Even through his clothes, her touch was agony.22Bound OdysseyWorking next to one another had been a kind of foreplay all its own.Once their trainee arrived, Roman’s role would shift once more.His position of sub under her command would become explicit, modeling the D/s relationship for the yet-unnamed diplomat and letting Mira use Roman to help train the guy [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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