Dirty talk. He knew just when to use what she loved. Working her hips, she connected her clit to that hard paddle over and over until the sparks took over. Out of nowhere his tongue probed her cunt then slid up to her asshole. Her body bucked as she shrieked, coming hard for him.

  “Beautiful.” He removed the paddle and gave her a swat.

  “Thank you,” she gasped.

  “What’s your safe word?” He gave her another smack.

  “No, I don’t want to stop.”

  “A test.” He slid his thumb to her rear entrance. “What is it?”

  “Juniper. But I won’t use it.” She shook her head.

  “You’ll use it if you need to.” He pressed his thumb and she moaned. “You want me to fuck you here?”

  “Everywhere, Sir. Anywhere you want.”

  “We’ll see if you earn my dick.” He dropped the paddle next to her. “Roll over.”

  The tape twisted and she obeyed, loving the view of him. He stuffed a pillow under her head and grabbed the riding crop.

  “I’ll earn it all. Please, just tell me what you want.” She arched her back. The lace itched and she wanted attention somewhere other than her ass for a bit.

  “Drop those heels. I don’t want you kicking.” He ran the riding crop from her thighs up slowly, circling her pussy before tapping up her stomach and slowly rounding each breast.

  She let the shoes fall and rested her head back on the pillow to watch the crop carefully.

  “You want to be pink here too?” He rubbed the crop over her breasts.

  “Yes, Sir. It won’t take much.” She always loved the ache and memories the next day.

  “Let’s see.” He tapped the firm crop and she arched to meet the taps.

  Switching to her other breast, he gave it a real tap on the side and then the top. The sting went deep and she couldn’t hide her groan. He gave her other breast firmer smacks and one soft tap on the underside. She trembled when he tapped her nipples.

  “The lace makes it so good,” she moaned.

  He gave her a sharp tap on the side of her breasts and she gasped. Then he tugged the lace corset down. “I need to see what I’ve done.”

  When he licked her breasts, she squeaked, “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Too much?” He nuzzled the underside.

  “No, please.” She arched her back.

  He gave her a soft tap right on the nipple and her body jerked. “Please fuck me!”

  Without a word, he removed the tape from her wrists and his briefs from his body. His thick member bobbed hard. She’d let him do anything with that if only she could know deep down that she’d please him.

  He stretched out on the bed next to her and set a condom on his chest. “You may fuck me.”

  It was a test and a reward. She kissed him and grabbed the packet. Trailing her tongue down his gorgeous muscled body, she let her hands roam a little. She kissed the tip of his shaft, already moist with pre-cum.

  He grabbed her neck and she froze. “I won’t last long. Don’t play with me.”

  “No, Sir.” She moved lower and sucked his sac to take the edge off her oral needs. Submission was complicated when she thought about it. Why she wanted to suck a man off, why she wanted to be ordered around and needed be spanked made no sense. But when she did it, nothing felt more right.

  Rolling the protection on him, she knew neither of them would last long. She straddled his hips and faced him. Her breasts were still over the top of her corset but she knew he wanted them there. She sank onto his erection and let him stretch her as she took him all the way down. Now she didn’t care if she was naked or dressed. If she looked like a whore or a church-going lady…nothing mattered as her body tightened on his erection.

  His hands gently teased her breasts and she shivered. “You’re so good with that crop, Sir.”

  He grinned at her. “Flattery.”

  “Truth.” She rose and lowered on him.

  “You haven’t even been bad yet. Imagine what I’ll do if I have to punish you.” He squeezed her ass.

  She yelped and pushed back. “If it ends with sex, I’ll deserve it and love it.”

  He sat up and grabbed her hair, pulling her face close to his. “You’re mine.”

  She nodded as their bodies came together and her orgasm taunted her. So close but obediently holding off for his permission. She’d been trained well but not by the man she’d really wanted.

  “I’ve been yours since high school. I should’ve been. Brent, please,” she gasped.

  He rubbed her clit. “Harder. Ride me.”

  Snapping her hips, she ground against his fingers. The climax racked her body as she rubbed to him and dug her nails into his shoulders. Her screams were drowned by his and he pushed her ass down on him over and over. The pain and pleasure swirled and she clung to him as her body went limp.

  Cuddling her close, he hadn’t meant to grab her ass like that during sex. Now he caressed it. “Tell me the truth. Did it hurt?”

  “Not a bad hurt.” She smiled at him. “Brent, I’m not new. If I need to safe word out, I will. Even during sex. Baxter liked more pain than I did.”

  “He never broke your limits?” Brent held her close. He didn’t want to talk about other men but he needed to know.

  “No. I think he knew if he went too far I’d complain publicly in the club and leave him. Appearances matter but safety matters more. I wouldn’t just take it. He didn’t want to be found out for playing with others so I got more leeway, I think. How could I have trusted him?” She buried her face in Brent’s neck.

  “We were all fooled by him. False Doms exist. They get off on power and don’t care about responsibility. I won’t let that happen again to you.” He stroked her hair. “You want to try me for a Dom?”

  She settled on him and propped her chin on her hands while staring him in the eye. “You’re sure you want me? I’m not always so well-behaved.”

  Grinning, he ran his hands over her corset. “Good. I don’t want a perfect sub. I wanted you so much and Bax loved to rub it in my face.”

  She kissed him. “I wanted you too but I felt like I’d be disloyal and you had other subs so quickly.”

  He understood. Doms changing subs all the time seemed as if they were difficult or just needed to be free to play “Take off the corset,” he said.

  She sat up and unhooked it. He pushed it away. “I like it but I want to feel your skin too.” She sighed and he sat up and opened a nightstand drawer. He grabbed a container of cream and sat back. “Cel was very excited about our date,” he said.

  “We do need to keep this quiet. Not just the lifestyle, but us, until we’re sure. It’s more complicated than dating.” She faced his body and rested her head on his chest then stuck her ass up. Sliding forward until her stomach pressed to his body, she held the position.

  “You’re right. We’ll figure it out fast though. Cel is sick of being the only woman in the family, at least in her age range.” Massaging cream into her bottom, he watched her face for smiles and flinches. Her eyes were closed as she moaned softly.

  “I understand that feeling but she’ll find a guy soon enough and get married. The kids and family stuff will take over. I’ve seen it with my cousins.” Her hand teased his nipple.

  “I should’ve married you right out of high school,” he said.

  She swatted his chest. “Don’t say that. I wasn’t going to follow you to college. We both needed to figure out who we were away from our families. Would we have found BDSM if we were a married couple at nineteen?”

  “I wish we had.” He kissed her head.

  “Me too, but that’s teenage romantic stuff. We’re too old to second-guess our past. Baxter was a mistake but I can’t take it back. We need to be honest,” she said seriously.

  “Totally.” He braced himself.

  “I saw you play with other women. If that’s what you want, what you need, then you need to tell me. I wish I could be less jealous or possessive. I’m not that sort of woman.”

  “Is that why you don’t want the new club?” he asked.

  “I want to think about that. I understand it’s more than just you wanting to play. But if you need other women or to publicly show off your sub, I’m not the one.” She shook her head.

  There was fear in her eyes but no easy fix except time. “I don’t want that. I want you. Let me prove it to you. Let’s stop talking about the lifestyle for a minute, okay?”

  She nodded and kissed him. “What do you want to talk about?”

  “Did you ever remodel the Victorian your grandmamma left you?” he asked.

  “No, I like that it still looks the same as it did when I was a child. Seems silly that I’m living there, but I always thought I’d remodel it when I…you know.” She shrugged.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Got married. It’s so much space for one person. Like this house. This could use a woman’s touch,” she said.

  Ideas began swirling in his mind. His home and hers, with all the options. “Maybe when there is a woman in it. We do need our own ground rules.”

  “I said my limits. What are yours?” she asked.

  “We date and play regularly. Keep it quiet until we decide to go public. All mutual. But if we’re combining a relationship and BDSM, I expect you to be honest during play. What you like. What’s too much.” He fingered her breast and the dark pink spot gave him a twinge of guilt.

  “I was totally honest. I swear I’ve got that pale skin of a redhead. It pinks out at anything.” She pinched the back of her hand and let go. “See, pink.”

  He took a deep breath. “Okay. But I expect you to dress in sexy lingerie or corsets every day. I may surprise you at any time.”

  “You have to give me some warning. I might have a meeting or appointments. Just because I don’t have a job doesn’t mean my charity or events aren’t important. They are.” She poked a finger to his chest.

  He grabbed her perfectly manicured finger and kissed it. “I know. But if I want a sex meet up, you will accommodate me whenever possible. In my office, at your home and here. You’ll always be ready.”

  She nodded. “Fine. What else?”

  “You’ll be a lady in public.”

  Her mouth fell open. “I am. How dare you!” She sat back.

  “I know, but if we’re serious about a future then I need to make sure we’re clear. I will punish you for bad behavior in public. You’ll love those spankings.” He pinched her ass.

  She moaned. “You want to fuck my ass. Please, do it.”

  “You like it?” he asked.

  “It feels good and I want to please you. I don’t come from it though.” She kissed him.

  His dick throbbed at the fact she’d offer something to him for no other reason than to please him. “Do you accept my conditions?”

  She looked down and to the side as if weighing her options. “I reserve the right for a hell or damn if I stub my toe or some other sporadic pain triggers the reflex.”

  “Not in front of children. Now I want to hear how filthy your mouth can be. Just for me. You liked it when I talked dirty to you.”

  Her grin grew. “I did. I’ll try to meet your conditions.”

  “That’s all I ask.” He kissed her and slid from underneath her. “Hands and knees, just like that. Breasts on the bed.”

  She obeyed. “Please, Sir. Fuck my ass. It’s been so long.”

  Grabbing lube and another condom, he kept an eye on her. Seeing her sweet ass up in the air for him alone turned him on. He’d make her come.

  He knelt behind her and kissed the pinkest parts of her abused bottom until she gasped. Licking her ass, he fingered her pussy. She was wet and spread her legs for him. Her muscles relaxed and he pushed a thumb in her rear until she tensed.

  Slowly he worked his thumb in and back out. He added lube and he slid farther in and played with her clit. When she backed up on his digit, he took it away and watched her asshole close up tight. He left the bed and grabbed a plug.

  The second she felt the plastic she grumbled in frustration. “No, please, fuck me.”

  “I will. Once I stretch you enough. You’ve been ignored far too long and I don’t want to hurt you that way. I do possess patience. I want to make you come.” He pushed the small plug in place and watched her body take it. “I’ll fuck you. I swear.”

  “You can make me come anyway you want. I can take it!” She sat up.

  He pushed her down and held her until she relaxed. “Stop it or you’ll get nothing.”

  “I’m sorry. I want you in my ass because you want it. I can take it,” she insisted.

  He smacked her ass and slid on protection. “You’ll take what I give you and love it.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She shivered.

  He filled her pussy without teasing or pretense. The need to take her mind off what she felt was a failure and onto his cock drove him. She grabbed the pillow and buried her face in it as she rocked back on his shaft.

  Thrusting hard, he spread her ass and looked down at the green plug. He’d use a larger one on her before he took her there. Giving her a goal would change her focus from the public or anything else in their way.

  “I love fucking you. Anywhere.” He pressed his body to her back and kissed her neck.

  “Fuck me all night. Please, I need it. Fuck me and spank me, Sir,” she begged.

  “My sub will rest too.” He tugged her hair and watched her body tense for a second.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her focus returned. “I’ll do anything you want. Please.”

  “Squeeze the plug in your ass,” he said.

  She gasped.

  “Hold it tight. Does it feel good?” he demanded.

  “Yes, Sir. So good. I know you’re so much bigger. I’ll get there. I want your cock up my ass, fucking me just like this.” She rocked back.

  “Good. What else do you want?”

  “To suck your erection, please.” She trembled.

  “You did earlier.”

  She shook her head. “I want to taste your cum. Feel it on my body.”

  “You’ll get it when you earn it.” He nipped at her neck. “Faster.”

  Her hips snapped and he reached down. Tapping her clit, he enjoyed her whole body shuddering in response.

  “Please, Sir. Let me come. Make me come on you,” she pleaded.

  He rubbed her clit lightly. “You can come but you have to spend the night with me if you do.”

  “Oh God,” she cried out. “I can’t stop.”

  She came and squeezed his dick harder than she had earlier in the day. Holding her tight, he fucked her until the spasms dragged him along behind her. He ground into her cunt and slid his hands between her body and the bed in order to cup her breasts and heard her whimper.

  “Thank you, Sir.” She grabbed his hands and held them there.

  “You’re staying,” he grunted.

  She nodded. “I’m yours all night, Sir. All day. Whenever you want me.”

  He kissed her shoulder and caught his breath. Sliding his hands down to her pussy, he smeared her juices all over her cunt and teased her clit until her hips bucked.

  “Please, Brent. I can’t stop!” She screamed his name over and over.

  When she was finally still and quiet, he kissed her. “You never have to stop. I love how you come for me. You did well with this plug. Next time we’ll go up a size. Then maybe you’ll be ready.”

  “I will be, I promise.” She hugged a pillow.

  He rolled over onto his back and pinched her rump. “I love that you want to, but you’ll get it only when I’m sure it’s safe. I’ll never hurt you and I’m not in a rush. Watching your progress pleases me. Now, throw away the condom, go take out that toy and get back in bed.”

  “Yes, Sir.” The sly smile she tried to hide only encouraged him. He smacked her ass sharply and got a moan in return.

  Chapter Five

  Dawn woke in Brent’s bed and realized it was Saturday. The last three days blurred together. He worked, she scouted locations for the shelter and at night they had private dinners and kinky sex. Her body ached with the blissful proof of his skill.

  For a moment she watched him sleep and then kissed along his muscled upper arm. His eyes popped open. “It’s the weekend. We can sleep in.”

  “We can. Or I can show you the locations for the shelter.” She kissed his mouth.

  His hands grabbed her and pushed her facedown on the bed. “Don’t move.”

  Brent slipped from the bed and rustled with drawers. She didn’t dare look. “I wasn’t begging for play. I promise.”

  “I know. If you want me to look at locations, then you’ll play now.” He sat on the bed and spread her ass cheeks.

  “I’ll play with you anytime.” She sighed as he lubed her ass.

  “Good. You’re nice and pink.”

  He kissed her ass and then she felt the pressure. Relaxing her body, she let the plug in. It was bigger than the first but not as large as Brent’s member. “I can’t keep this in all day.”

  “No, just for a while. We’ll see if you’re ready to be fucked then.” He kissed her cheek and then her mouth as he advanced the toy. “I love how you trust me.”

  “I need you. I trust you,” she said. She loved and trusted him. So much more than Baxter or any other man she could imagine. With Brent, she could be blindfolded and tied up and fear nothing. He’d play with her, tease her, punish her, but never hurt her.

  “Prove it.” He nudged the toy all the way in and she gasped.

  “Thank you, Sir. How can I prove it?” She arched her back.

  “Tell me about our new club. Have you thought of it?” he asked.

  She froze as guilt washed over her. “I’ve been so lost in pleasure and happiness with you that I haven’t given it much thought.”

  He turned the plug and worked it in and out of her ass. “I think you should. I think you should sit here and feel your luck. I love you because you are so charitable. So socially minded, and not because it looks good or it’s expected, but because it’s you.”

  “Really?” Tears formed in her eyes.

 

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