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  He growled; the noise sounded bizarre through the gag.

  Ligia giggled.

  As she ran her hand down his chest the Siren declared, “You really are well-muscled, aren’t you, Gren?” She looked up at him. “I never realized.”

  He narrowed his eyes. Somehow it seemed that she was talking about more than just his six-pack.

  However, Gren didn’t have time to reflect further as her hand crept lower, lingering over his hard stomach, then dipping to cup his throbbing balls. He sucked in a breath through his nose as she alternately squeezed and fondled him. As his cock hardened within the penis cage, wanting to burst free of the painful restraints, his growl turned into a moan of frustration.

  “Now, now, my lovely big man. I’ve barely started.” She left him and took hold of a flogger she had taken out of the cupboard earlier.

  He watched as she ran her fingers through the thin strips of leather, each end tied in a knot for maximum pain.

  “I think I need to whip some submission into you before I’ll let you come.”

  First, though, she dangled the implement over his thigh and tapped the penis cage with the handle of the rod causing him to thrust forward in reaction, his body tightening, hands fisting in agony.

  That was the final straw. Enough was enough! He had a different idea of what she could do with her present and he wrenched one hand free.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  As Gren pulled away from the metal rings, the ropes snapped like tissue paper. Unfortunately, he had to put so much effort into it he also broke the cross in two.

  Ligia screamed. “Holy Ghost, Gren!” She hurriedly backed up a few steps, dropping the flogger in fright.

  The wooden beams dangling behind him, the troll took hold of the binding around his waist and yanked the rope apart freeing himself from the restraints as the remnants of the cross crashed to the floor. The clamps still on his nipples chimed like church bells ringing a warning.

  As the ropes slithered to the ground around his legs, Gren kicked the coils to one side. He kept an eye on the Siren as he reached up to remove the gag and clamps, dropping them into the mess behind him.

  “That’s better.”

  When he moved toward her, the Siren retreated, holding her hands out in front. “Now, Gren, that’s unfair using your strength like that!”

  Reaching around to remove the butt plug, he flung it away before continuing to stalk her. “You’ve had your fun, my dear. It’s my turn now.”

  “But, Gren, you know I like being in charge.”

  The Siren hit the wall and the troll leaned in, placing hands either side of Ligia’s shoulders, holding her in place. “Why not try being the submissive for once?”

  “Me? Ha! In your dreams.”

  Her hands pounded his arms but he wasn’t letting her go. Instead, he bent his head to nuzzle her neck. “I think you’ve always fantasized of a Dom taking charge and keeping control, not letting you seduce them into doing what you want.”

  Gren could feel Ligia trembling as he kissed her skin moving closer to her luscious mouth. “Never!” The Siren’s verbal response was at odds with her body.

  He held himself a hairsbreadth from her lips. “You let Dante order you around.”

  She huffed. “It’s a game we play. I always let him pretend for a few minutes.” Then she remembered the demon was dead and her attitude changed as she pushed at his chest. “Let me go. I’ve had enough Doms for one night.”

  He was surprised by the sudden change in her demeanor and made a swift decision. “No.” He wasn’t going to let her go in this mood. She needed something to get over what had happened earlier.

  The Siren frowned. “What do you mean, ‘no’?” She tried pushing him again with more determination this time.

  Gren chuckled when she failed to move him. “Oh. And who exactly is in charge here?”

  Ligia’s jaw dropped in astonishment. “There is no way I am letting you dominate me.”

  The troll moved quickly, grabbing her hair tightly in one hand, pulling her head back. He encircled her waist with his other arm dragging her away from the wall. It was like taking an animal by the scruff. Ligia froze in his arms, her eyes widening in amazement.

  “That’s more like it. What you don’t know, sweetheart, is that when I’m in here I’m the Dom! I was just letting you have a bit of fun before. It’s my turn now and I want you to kneel down.”

  “But, Gren, you said I could do what I wanted. That was my Christmas present.” She was half-pouting, half-laughing.

  He narrowed his eyes. “This is still part of your present, oh lovely one. You’ll enjoy it. Believe me. Now get on the floor and remove my penis cage!”

  There was a gleam of something in the Siren’s eyes. Gren wasn’t sure what it meant, though. Have I piqued her interest? Will she put behind her the events of earlier? Will she obey me?

  The troll carefully let go of her hair and waited.

  She hesitated then, to his amazement, the Siren crouched down in front of him, her hands shaking slightly as she reached forward to remove the metal restraint. Straightening up again, Ligia dangled the discarded cage on one finger. “Oh, Master. What do you want me to do with this?”

  Gren growled. She was making a mockery of him. “Throw it on the floor.”

  Ligia struck a sexy pose, holding it high in the air and then dropped it with a giggle.

  Snaking an arm around her waist, Gren swooped down to kiss the Siren. She was putty in his arms as his mouth moved roughly on her hot lips. By all the Gods, she tastes delicious.

  The troll was so aroused, he had to let her go immediately before he did something he would regret. Gren knew he daren’t let her come and if he was this close, what was she like?

  Ligia staggered back a few steps clearly stunned if the expression on her face was anything to go by.

  Gren knew he needed to take the advantage. “I want you bent over the whipping bench.”

  The Siren walked forward a step before she came to her senses. “Wh–what are you going to do?”

  He moved behind her, whispering in her ear. “Do as I say and you’ll find out.” He then tore off the flimsy outfit she was wearing and delivered a swift smack to her butt.

  She cried out and turned to face him, holding her hands over her backside. Her eyes opened wide.

  Gren raised an eyebrow and inclined his head, nodding toward the bench. Would she do as he demanded?

  He could see the indecision on her face, then a look of glee came over her and she practically skipped up to the furniture he’d indicated.

  The troll was bemused. But if Ligia was playing along with him, all to the good. He just needed to keep it light and fun. After stooping to pick up the flogger she had discarded earlier, Gren grinned at the sight of her pert bottom sticking up as she bent over the bench.

  Aware that he was admiring the view, she wiggled her butt at him.

  He growled again. “Keep doing that and I’ll do more than whip you.”

  Ligia lifted her head up and peeked over her shoulder. “I’m counting on it, sweetie. I am betting you’ll explode soon.”

  She squealed and giggled as he raised the flogger threateningly and she climbed fully on to the whipping bench which had a padded ledge for kneeling and a long upper padded section to lay one’s body with handles at the end to hold. Ligia currently kneeled on the lower section resting her forearms on the higher section.

  Gren stepped up to her and pressed a firm hand on her back. “Lay down. Hands on the handles. Now, Ligia!” he commanded when she resisted.

  Her body was somewhat tense as she laid in position so Gren ran the ends of the flogger along her back, causing Ligia to gasp, then she sank into the padding, her tension easing immediately.

  The troll ran the tip of the handle over Ligia’s butt, preparing the target, then lifted his arm and lashed her. It wasn’t particularly hard. This was the first person he really cared about and he found he didn’t want to hurt her. But he al
so knew the Siren would come out with a sarcastic remark if he didn’t show he was serious. “That was just to warm up this delightful bottom.”

  “Oh. And here I was thinking you didn’t have it in you.”

  “Are you trying to goad me, Ligia?” Before she got a chance to respond he brought the tails of the flogger down on her again, harder this time, watching with fascination at the red weals he’d made.

  The Siren groaned — that surprised Gren as he expected her to squeal. After all, his second stroke had been rather hard. He smiled. Maybe getting a whipping was a big turn on for her.

  He hit her again, and this time Ligia gripped the handle tightly as she lifted her bottom up. “Holy Ghost, Gren.” She let out a long breath.

  “Is that good, my lovely?”

  “It’s okay.”

  The troll snorted at her attempt at nonchalance and decided to change tack as the sight of her reddened backside was turning him on too much. Instead, he ran the tip of the handle along the inside of her thigh up to her crotch causing her to moan and quiver.

  Gren chuckled as he removed the implement. The end was glistening with fluid.

  CHAPTER SIX

  “Well, well, well. Someone here is turned on.” Gren knew he was getting into dangerous ground but he couldn’t resist sniggering.

  Ligia twisted her head around and then nodded at his crotch. “Indeed. I can see that you are very aroused.”

  Gren barked a laugh and looked down. His cock was upright and rigid.

  The Siren turned her body to lounge back on her elbows, spreading her knees wide in invitation, grinning at him. She lifted one foot to rub it over his stomach, pushing her breasts forward invitingly, while running her tongue over her lips, trying all her seductive tricks.

  Little minx.

  He swatted her leg way. Gren was sorely tempted but the gleam in her eye gave him pause. He knew she was trying to get him to ejaculate but he wasn’t going to give in to her that easily. Surging forward he dropped the flogger to the floor and with one thick forearm, he pressed both of her legs against her stomach pushing her back on the bench with a thud and delivered several swift hard smacks to her bottom with his other hand.

  “Ouch! Gren!” She punched ineffectually against his arm.

  “Serves you right.” He stared her down as she struggled to get up. “Stay still. I haven’t finished.”

  The Siren subsided. Her expression going from hurt to bemused. She stroked his arm, running her fingers over his bulging biceps. “Okay, lover. What are you going to do next?” Her voice was silky smooth.

  He smiled inwardly at her attempt to charm him into doing things her way.

  Not a chance, sweetheart.

  The troll followed up his spanking by rubbing her hot butt, soothing her while he contemplated his next move. “This is a very tempting position. There are several things I could do while you are on your back like this.”

  She guffawed. “I know what I’d do.” She then reached down with her right hand feeling her way until she encircled his cock.

  Gren gave her a mock frown. “I could spank you some more. Would you like that?”

  Her huff made him smile but the dilation of her eyes told him something different. She let go of him, although her hand caressed his butt instead. “So, tell me what you had in mind.”

  “I could get the flogger to finish what I started earlier if you don’t put your hands on the bars.”

  The rise of her eyebrow was a challenge and he couldn’t resist chuckling. But at least she did as he commanded.

  “Or I could do this.” Ligia’s eyes opened wide as his thumb strayed up to her slit, pressing into her labia. He hadn’t intended doing that, wanting to keep the play to some fun BDSM but the smell of her arousal was so powerful he just had to touch her.

  Immediately his cock shot up, his seed threatening to spill and he clenched his jaw, holding himself rigid. Meanwhile, the woman beneath him squealed, lifting her butt up off the bench. She was pressed back down by Gren’s strong arm as her fingers clasped over his bulging muscles, nails digging in.

  She shuddered. “Holy Ghost. Don’t stop.”

  Gren grinned. He had no intention of ceasing, not yet. This was a heaven-sent opportunity to touch her as he’d always dreamt and he moved his thumb upward to rub her engorged clit.

  Ligia screeched. Gren had to be careful to keep her on the bench but not squash her as she squirmed under his hold whilst he continued his ministrations pushing a finger inside her, then removing it to rub her juices over her labia. Her breathing came faster and faster — matching his. Gren was still astonished that he had her in his rooms, naked, and she was actually letting him touch her like this. But part of him was thinking it was time to get back to the BDSM.

  Suddenly she stiffened and cried out, her voice wobbly, “Enough, Gren! Stop now!”

  The troll halted, concerned about the anxious tone in her voice. What did I do wrong?

  Ligia took some deep breaths and her trembling began to subside.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, concerned by the sudden change in her.

  “Let me up. I want to suck you.” She was back in control, her voice seductive, compelling, controlling.

  Maybe it wasn’t something he did. It could just be Ligia being a brat. “No,” he responded.

  Despite warning bells clanging in his head, Gren made a quick decision and took hold of her ankles firmly, spreading her wider to give him room to move in, his legs astride the bench. Positioning his throbbing member at her entrance, he eased himself inside very slowly not wanting to split her. But there was no chance of that happening. The Siren was hot, wet and ready. She surged up causing him to plunge deep inside her.

  “Jeez, Ligia. You shouldn’t have done that but you are so tight, so delicious.”

  Gren glanced at her face to see if she was enjoying it as much as he but her eyes were closed tightly, a slight frown on her forehead. He noticed her hands were tightly gripping the handles over her head and he could feel her struggling to control herself, but the Siren’s body betrayed her — the trembling had increased.

  In fact, his libido was demanding he complete what he started and with a grunt he pulled back slightly then plunged inside, then again, fighting the instinct to spill within her.

  Both man and woman moved in age-old tandem, sweat pouring off them, their breathing rasping.

  Then Ligia stopped and pleaded tearfully, “No, please, Gren. Don’t do this! I don’t want to come. I can’t come. Not with you.”

  Gren slowed. He’d never intended to have sex with Ligia when he brought her to his playroom, he just wanted to give her a good time. But he was too far gone now. He knew the danger but he had to continue. The lure of spilling inside her, being the one to make her climax was too strong.

  Tightening his hands on her ankles, he steamed into her frenetically, almost painfully, his grunts harsh to his ears. But even at this moment, he looked at Ligia to check she was okay. He could tell from the way she was thrashing about, matching him thrust for thrust, that she was fully aroused but the lack of any sound from her niggled him. He frowned at the sight of her biting her bottom lip, making it bleed.

  The voice in his head saying, ‘stop now’ was insistent but Gren ignored it. This was everything he had ever wanted. As he reached his climax, he could feel Ligia tighten around him and his semen poured out of him into her sweet vagina. “Yes, Ligia. Yes!” His legs trembled and he stooped against the bench, loosening his hold on the Siren’s ankles. It was the most incredible sensation to finally have made love to the woman he adored.

  As he continued his motion, Ligia’s body stiffened and lifted off the bench shuddering uncontrollably and Gren grinned, elated to have made her come.

  Then he heard something strange. At first, he was barely aware of the sweet sound, like bells in the distance. As it got louder, he felt Ligia’s body rocking with each climax, her head wrenched back. It sounded similar to an exquisite harp, so wonderf
ul he gasped. Then it changed — the noise became harsh and discordant, like alarm bells. Gren winced, wanting to drop the woman and cover his ears. It got too painful and he pulled out of her, staggering backward, hands clasping his head as he crashed to his knees.

  As he did, Ligia’s eyes opened wide in horror. The racket came to an abrupt halt as she jumped off the bench and ran from the room sobbing.

  It was then he realized Ligia had given her Siren cry — the one that killed men at the height of her climax . . . but he was still alive!

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Gren’s heart burst into little pieces as he stood in the doorway to his lounge and saw the love of his life sobbing hysterically in the chair. His concern for the Siren overcame his amazement at still being alive.

  “Damn, damn, damn,” she cried out loud. “Why do I have to be this way? Why do Sirens have to kill the men they have sex with?”

  He listened to Ligia rage at her fate, her hands clenched into fists pounding her head. There was a very good reason why she hadn’t killed him, but just as he was about to step into the room she continued.

  “Why did you have to make me kill Gren of all people? I tried to hold it back, but he’s too sexy, too masculine, too wonderful.”

  His jaw dropped. “Who me?”

  The Siren whipped her head around so quickly he wondered she hadn’t broken her neck.

  “G–Gren?” Ligia’s voice trembled. “I–I don’t understand. You were dead. You’re supposed to be dead.”

  He did move forward then, to crouch by her chair. “Do I look dead?” he asked, smiling at her stupefied expression.

  Ligia reached out a shaking hand to stroke his cheek and he sighed at her gentle touch. She shook her head. “It’s not possible. I always kill the men I’m having sex with when I climax.”

  Gren leaned into her palm. “I don’t think you can kill me. I’m totally tone-deaf. Trolls usually are. Your song seems to be safe with me. It was painful, but it didn’t kill me. I’m probably the only man in the city you can’t kill.” The woman gasped. “No one’s ever realized before because trolls live in the mountains. As we can’t swim, we don’t go anywhere near the sea.”