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between her vagina and anus. The muscles in the area contracted in protest. No one had ever been there before.
    Her skin tingled as a warm breath blew against it. A long finger stroked over her folds and inside her vagina, rubbing back and forth until arriving at her clit, circling it with her own moisture.
    “You have done well, Enya.” Holy crap, was that Conal’s voice? Is that his hand inside me?
    Her immediate response was to thank him, but at the last minute she stopped, remembering the rules just in time before she got herself into trouble again.
    “Come, my friends, feel how the slut likes to be open and ready for us.”
    His dirty words sent her heart rate through the roof but that was nothing compared to sensation of a second and a third set of fingers working their way into her vagina as the first finger continued to rub her clit until she thought she would explode.
    Oh God, don’t stop!
    Abruptly the hands withdrew and she mouthed a silent protest, feeling cheated now she was so close to climax.
    “I know you want to come, sweet Enya, but you have not earned your first orgasm yet.”
    Her ankles were released and her legs carefully placed together and back on the table. Her calves and feet were massaged before someone removed the restraints from her hands and continuing the massage along her arms.
    A girl could get used to this.
    When the mask was removed only Conal remained in the room. Her heart did a little Irish jig as the beauty of this man struck her again. How lucky am I? Maybe she wouldn’t kill Nicole after all.
    She waited for him to say something but he just stood there staring at her with a look of mild amusement, as if he dared her to break the silence and earn herself another black mark. She smiled. Maybe she should give it a try while he was still in a good mood.
    “I take it you enjoyed your first lesson, Enya.”
    I’m allowed to answer him, aren’t I? He asked me a question, so I guess it’s okay . “It would have been better if I’d had an orgasm.”
    His eyebrow lifted.
    Oh shit. Was she meant to have kept quiet? Was it a rhetorical question? Oh what the heck? “It would have been better if I’d had an orgasm—Sir!”
    Conal threw back his head and laughed loudly.
    “I named you well, Enya. You are all fire.” He held out his hand to her and once she’d grasped it he pulled her to a sitting position. “Stand up and we’ll see if we can help cool you down.”

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Conal was still laughing to himself an hour later when he poured himself a good three fingers of Irish whisky. He needed to send Nicole a huge bouquet in thanks for sending Erica to him. When she’d asked him for a favour he’d been intrigued, to say the least. The set-up at the bar had been a harmless joke, but one look at the gorgeous Nordic blonde had been enough for him to volunteer his services personally to introduce her to the delights of BDSM. Nicole had told him that Erica had been denying herself for too long and needed a bit of a push to have someone look after her needs for a change. He’d heard it was a common trait among nurses to look after everyone else first, neglecting themselves. He was happy to be the one to look after her for a change.
    He knew one thing for sure—Miss Erica Neilson was gorgeous, and he hoped Nic was right about her being a submissive. After meeting her in person he was convinced more than ever that he was the man to show her what she’d been missing. He undid the top button of his shirt and sat down behind his desk. Sipping the whisky, he closed his eyes and smiled, remembering how she’d protested quite vocally when he’d thrown cold water over her pussy. He’d known she would, and now he had a reason to try out his new flogger on her tomorrow. It was going to be so much fun. The way she’d reacted to the bondage and the small amount of pain play had been a joy to watch. Unless he’d missed his guess she was going to love the feel of the soft