RockYourSoul by Sara Brooks Page A

unfulfilled.
    Another level of his control.
    He was prepared to explain a little more to her, but as he
stepped out onto the porch, his words died in this throat. The frustration he’d
seen earlier in her eyes was gone. Instead, the heat he’d seen—the heat he’d
put there—shined in her gaze.
    “I wasn’t sure if I was even going to come out here.” She’d
left her hair down so it hung down her back in loose waves. Even with the
distance between them he saw her nipples pebbling against the chilly autumn
air.
    His cock jumped to attention in his jeans.
    He put a leash on the sudden surge of arousal, knowing this
wasn’t supposed to be about him, and casually leaned against a support post for
his porch. He wanted to make certain she came to him.
    The sound of her car door shutting echoed off the
surrounding trees. She walked toward him, clearly determined to get the relief
he’d denied her. She was about to find out she was going to be sorely
disappointed. Oh she’d get some respite from the ache undoubtedly threading
through her, but she’d leave wanting even more.
    He stepped off the porch, gesturing for her to come closer.
“Walk to the treeline, you’ll find a well-worn path there. Follow it. You’ll
know when to stop.” She nodded and started to move away but stopped when he
touched her arm. “Naked by the time I arrive, understood?”
    Her eyes glinted in delight. “Yes Sir.”
    Satisfied with her response, he gestured for her to go ahead
of him to the walkway between the house and his workshop. When she disappeared
into the spread of trees, he entered the house again, scooping up a few things
he anticipated needing, and dropped them into a duffel bag he slung over his
shoulder.
    The autumn breeze blew chilly through his hair as he stepped
off the porch and swung around behind the house. When he shivered, he realized
he’d forgotten to put on a shirt when he’d gotten out of bed. A flash of
something moving in the breeze caught his eye and as he stepped closer, he
dismissed his shirtless state. He smiled when he recognized the band of
colorful, spandex-clad superheroes on the shirt Beth had been wearing when
she’d arrived.
    Arousal speared hot as lightning through him as he lifted
the shirt off the branch and put it to his face. Her flowery scent warmed his
entire body through and through. He tucked the shirt into his back pocket and
set down the path again, wondering what treasure he’d find next.
    A few minutes later, he had his answer. Her well-worn jeans
hung over the branch of a tree along the path. He scooped those up as well,
slinging them over his shoulder. He knew he was close to the area he’d directed
her to and turned to see her thin bra hanging from a branch at eye level. That
meant….ah yes, her underwear hung from a protrusion on a gnarled tree to his
right. Tucking the thin scrap of material into his pocket along with the shirt,
he leaned against a tall oak.
    Like his room at the warehouse, he kept an array of
implements in a space he’d cleared out in the middle of the forest. He hadn’t
used these pieces in quite some time but always made certain he’d taken care of
their upkeep. Most of them still looked brand new. Beth stood in the center of
these, naked but for the hiking boots she’d kept on to protect her feet and
those secretive cuffs encircling her wrists.
    Not naked as he’d instructed.
    He’d expected the cuffs to stay in place. He still needed to
push on the reason for their existence. But the boots? He applauded her
ingenuity but would punish her later because they went against his orders.
    She flashed him a bright smile. The sight of her so bared to
him kicked his libido into overdrive so fast, he nearly missed what she said
all together. “Another interesting collection you have.”
    “Nice to know it meets my sub’s approval.”
    He watched as she turned away, giving him an unobstructed
view of her perfect ass. As much as he wanted to cross the space to