Seduced by Fire

FIVE




“So,” Sasha said late in the morning on Saturday. “You’re going out with him again?”

Julie had called her first thing when she woke up following a late night of Internet research. She finally felt ready to discuss submission with Sasha. Thankfully, even though Sasha had planned to spend the day with Peter, she’d rearranged her schedule to talk with her.

Sasha lived in a cozy, eclectically decorated apartment above the flower shop. Julie brought over muffins, since she knew Sasha probably didn’t have anything edible in her kitchen. The only thing Sasha made on a regular basis was coffee.

“I’m doing more than going out with him,” Julie answered, putting her blueberry muffin down and wiping her hands. They were sitting in Sasha’s living room, spread out on her couch. “I’m going to have dinner at his house.”

“Ohh . . . really? He has his own playroom, you know.”

“He does? In his house?”

“Yes.” Sasha hid a sly smile while she took a sip of coffee.

Something about the thought of that made Julie’s belly quiver with excitement. She wanted to see his playroom and wondered if he’d show it to her. She’d like to see if she could imagine herself in it, because she had a feeling she could. As it was, the more and more she thought about it, the more and more she believed she might like to see if she was submissive.

“Wow,” Sasha said.

“What?”

“No freak-out? I’m impressed.”

“I spent hours online last night reading up on all this stuff. It’s going to take a bit more than finding out Daniel has his own personal dungeon to freak me out.” She had no idea there was such a wide variety of kink out there. Her research had definitely been eye opening. Kind of made her feel like a virgin all over again. “But before we talk more about me, I have a few questions for you. Like, how did you find out you were a submissive?”

A big grin covered Sasha’s face and excitement filled her voice. “I’m so happy you’re finally admitting you’re curious. I’ve seen the way you look when I talk about it. I kind of thought you’d come around eventually.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Julie waved at her. “You’re always right. Now tell me how you knew.”

“Honestly”—Sasha’s forehead wrinkled—“I’ve known for a long time. The second guy I slept with restrained me with his hands while we had sex. I didn’t know what it was called at that point, I just knew it really turned me on. After that, vanilla sex just didn’t do it for me. I just drifted for a while, but finally found the group a few years ago and things got better after that.”

“From the little I saw, it looks like a good group.”

“Our group’s dynamics are a bit different from most. We have the senior members, who oversee everything, but we’re not like a club or anything. Mostly, it’s just known as a group with members who abide by certain guidelines. For a submissive, it helps ensure safety, knowing a Dominant can’t be a member unless they comply.”

Julie nodded. “That makes sense.”

“I guess it works that way for a Dominant, too. Knowing a submissive is serious about the lifestyle and follows group mandates.”

“Daniel said you had a meeting for just subs?”

“Yeah, if you want, you can go to one. It’s a good place for support and everyone’s real open. Chances are if you’re going through something, someone else has already been through it and can help.”

“We’ll see. I don’t want to jump into anything. I’d rather take it slow.”

“Slow is good.” Sasha got an evil look in her eye. “Of course, hard and fast is, too.”

Julie laughed, but images of the night in her hotel room with Daniel flashed in her mind. She was willing to bet Daniel could make both slow and fast incredible.

“You have that dreamy, faraway look again,” Sasha said. “Are you thinking of Master Covington and hard and fast?”

It was Julie’s turn to be a bit evil. “And slow, too. Can’t forget about slow.”

Sasha reached over and took her hand. “Can I say again that I’m so proud of you for admitting you’re interested in at least exploring this part of yourself. Not everyone is brave enough, you know.”

“If I don’t, I’ll never stop wondering.”

“You’re such a smart woman.”

“That’s why you keep me around.” Julie hugged her. “Okay, personal question: What’s your favorite part about submitting to someone?”

A serious look came over Sasha’s expression and she stood and walked to the window. She stayed there for a few minutes, simply staring outside. When she turned around, she looked uncharacteristically vulnerable.

“We actually discussed that a few months ago at a group meeting for submissives,” she said. “I didn’t say anything then, but I’ve given it a lot of thought since. I enjoy the sex, of course, but for me, I think . . . I think it’s being under someone’s care.”

Julie frowned. “That’s not what I was thinking. I thought you’d tell me some hot bondage story.”

“I know.” She smiled before turning serious again. “For me, it’s more than just that. On the surface it doesn’t make sense, but the more I thought about it, the more it did.”

“How so?”

“When you’re with a Dom, you’re under his control, sure, but you’re also under his protection. For me, there’s something liberating in knowing you can drop all your worries, cares, and inhibitions and just feel for a while. Trust someone else to take care of everything. To take care of you.”

It shocked Julie to hear Sasha say that. Her friend had always been one to take charge. She forever seemed so self-reliant, it never occurred to Julie that under the tough exterior, under the spiky hair and snappy comebacks, lurked a woman who just wanted someone to take the reins for a short time.

Submission, it seemed, fulfilled that need for Sasha.

“Okay, but then where do the whips and chains factor into that?” Julie asked.

A smile broke across Sasha’s face. “Now, that, that’s simple. The whips and chains just turn me on. And when you pair that with a caring Dominant who knows what he’s doing?” She flopped down on the couch, head thrown back and arms spread wide. “I’m done for.”

“Daniel seems like a caring Dominant who knows what he’s doing.”

Sasha lifted her head. “I’ve seen him in a demo or two. He definitely knows what he’s doing.”

Julie really didn’t want to think about Daniel playing with someone else. “If he’s so good, how come the two of you never got together?”

“It’s not like I’ve been with all the Dominants in the group. Maybe I just don’t go for blond guys.”

Sasha had never been dissuaded by hair color before. Julie cocked an eyebrow at her. “You’ve dated plenty of blond guys. Tell me the real reason.”

“Now you just make me sound cheap and easy.”

Julie threw a small couch pillow at her. “Spill.”

“Okay, okay,” Sasha said, holding her hands up. “I guess he just intimidated me a bit.”

“Daniel? Really?”

“You met him first as a customer downstairs. When I saw him first, he was demonstrating how to use a cane in a punishment scene.”


“Ouch.” Julie had read about canes the night before. They sounded . . . interesting. But nothing she wanted to try anytime soon. “I guess that would cloud your judgment.”

“And he’s a senior member . . . and he’s very wealthy.”

“He’s just a regular guy.”

“Oh, please.” Sasha rolled her eyes. “Even you don’t believe that.”

“You’re right. I don’t.” She looked down at her watch. “Less than six hours until I see Mr. Not-So-Regular.”

“He would be a good choice for you to get your kink on with. If you’re still interested.”

The quiver had returned to her belly. “I think I am.”

“What about it interests you the most?”

“Time to talk about me now?”

“Fair is fair.”

Julie trailed a finger along the edge of the couch. “I don’t know if I can really say for sure. I think it’s about trusting someone enough to surrender my body to him. Knowing he wants my pleasure as well.”

Sasha’s smile covered her face. “You’re so done for. You’re going to taste it once and never go back.”

Julie had a feeling she was right.

Five hours later, she pulled into Daniel’s driveway with her heart pounding and her body buzzing with excitement. Not because she necessarily thought anything would happen, but because she was finally going to talk about being submissive again. This time with Daniel.

Daniel’s home was a large two-story farmhouse, set on ten acres, about fifteen miles outside of town. He told her it had been his grandfather’s, complete with stocked pond on the property. It really didn’t fit the image of the corporate banker, but somehow it fit Daniel.

He met her at the front door wearing worn jeans and a blue sweater.

“Glad you didn’t change your mind,” he said before kissing her cheek.

“You’re not giving me enough credit,” she said. “No one forced me to go to the group meeting, you know. I went because I wanted to.”

“Point taken.”

He led her through the spacious house. It was tastefully decorated with a sprinkling of antiques, but just enough electronics to tell anyone entering that it was, in fact, a bachelor pad.

Several pieces, though . . .

She pointed to a table in the living room. “Is that Herter Brothers?”

“It is. Are you into antiques?”

“If by ‘into,’ you mean do I drool over them, then the answer is yes.”

A wicked grin crossed his face and he dropped his voice. “You should see my bed.”

Hands on her hips, she turned to face him. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“So few appreciate an English Jacobean lit à colonnes.”

She’d only seen pictures of that kind of huge bed with a heavy wooden canopy supported by four large, intricately carved pillars—and he slept in one? “No, I imagine few people do. But I’ve always dreamed of seeing one up close.”

“Well, maybe if you’re good . . .”

She punched him. “You know what I meant.”

He caught her hand and brought it behind her back, stepping close, and trapping her. “I know exactly what you meant. And I want you to know it delights me that you know what the bed is, and if you’re interested in seeing it after dinner, I’ll be more than happy to show you.”

She twisted out of his grasp, just because she felt like teasing him. “Promise?”

“Fire, Julie. You better be careful.”

His words warmed her body and intensified the needy ache between her legs. She thought back to the previous weekend, how his body pounded into hers. The way her climax overtook her. The weight of him, satisfied and sated, heavy against her.

“Why? Will you burn me, Daniel?”

“Only if you don’t consume me first.”

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They took their time talking over dinner, while eating the seafood stew Daniel had made. He kept the conversation light, talking about learning to cook from his grandmother, and how his sister was teaching her daughter how to make bread. What he didn’t talk about was anything related to sex, the meeting two days before, or the playroom under their feet. She eventually realized he was waiting for her to start.

“How was the party last night?” she finally asked.

“Since I didn’t have to throw anyone out, I would call it successful.” He didn’t show any surprise at her question. He simply leaned back in his chair, calm and relaxed.

“Do you often?”

“No, not often, but more times than I’d like. We have rules in place, not only to protect our privacy, but also to keep our members safe.”

She took a swallow of her water. Now or never. “I read the checklist. A lot of it sounds dangerous.”

“It’s not just the obvious things like edge play. It could be as simple as having a submissive tied too tightly, in the wrong position, or not realizing how deep they are in subspace.”

“Sounds like a lot of responsibility. Makes you wonder why . . .”

“Why anyone would be a Dom?”

“Exactly.”

“I can’t speak for every Dom, but for me, having a submissive give herself to me completely, to grant me the right to control her pleasure, to allow herself to be used by me—it’s the greatest turn-on there is.”

“And those who say you’re just in it for the power trip?”

“Don’t understand the absolute devotion a Dom holds for his sub. How he protects her and holds her above all.”

When he put it in those terms, and looked at her the way he was, his blue eyes so piercing, yet so gentle? It made her insides melt.

It also made her want to give herself to him. Completely.

She knew Daniel wouldn’t push her, wouldn’t make the first move. She just wasn’t sure she was ready to strike the match.

“The other thing I wondered,” she said. “In your relationships, do you expect submission all the time?”

“Do I want a twenty-four/seven submissive?” At her nod, he continued. “No, for me personally, I want obedience in the bedroom or playroom only.”

“But last weekend?”

“Was wonderful.”

“Yet I wasn’t kneeling, or calling you ‘Master,’ or anything.”

At once, his eyes grew dark and unyielding. “Think back, Julie. Remember. Was it a negotiated power play scene? No. But was it, perhaps, somewhat more than the sex you’ve experienced before?”

Well, when he put it like that.

“It was certainly something else,” she admitted. She took another sip of water and wished for just a second that the glass contained something stronger. Finally ready, she met his gaze. “One last question.”

“Ask me anything.”

“Will you show me your bed?”

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He didn’t ask her if she was sure and he didn’t clear the table. He simply nodded, rose to his feet, and held out his hand. Likewise, she stood and placed her hand in his.

As he led her through the house, he talked of the bed: where he found it, how he transported it, and the custom bedding he had to have made. She was thankful because it gave her something to think about besides what she’d just asked for. Even still, her mind couldn’t focus on the details of the house.

Up the stairs and down a hall he guided her, all the while holding her hand. The room he led her to contained the most massive and beautifully made bed she’d ever seen. It was huge, with two hand-carved posts at the foot and a wooden canopy overhead. The delicate woodwork begged you to run a finger over it and she could only imagine the time it took the carpenter to create such a masterpiece. She was awed just thinking about how many centuries it’d seen.


“Wow. It’s exquisite.”

“Yes,” he said, but when she looked at him, his eyes weren’t on the bed. They were on her.

She felt very small in the midst of his room, next to his huge bed and him. His eyes were intense with desire and his voice was coarse when he spoke again.

“Stay with me, Julie.” His arms came around her and his breath was hot against her ear. He nibbled her earlobe. “Let me show you the pleasures of my world.”

His erection pressed hard and heavy against her and chills shot down her back just from imagining what he wanted to do. She’d known by asking to see his bed, she’d be taking a step into a place she’d never been. To be dominated, was that who she was? Who she wanted to be?

“I don’t know.” She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air and taking in the all-male scent of the man whose arms surrounded her. “I’m . . . I’m a bit scared.”

His arms moved to her shoulders and he tenderly turned her to face him. “Look at me.”

His voice was gentle, but firm, and left her no choice but to look up and meet his eyes. “Daniel, I . . .” But she didn’t know what she wanted to say.

He slipped a finger under her chin, keeping her head steady and her eyes focused on his. One look at his firm, unyielding expression was all it took for her to remember Sasha’s claim that women dropped their pants after simply looking at him. She no longer doubted her.

“Nothing will happen tonight that you don’t want,” he said. “If at any point you want me to stop, just say ‘red.’”

A safe word. She remembered from what Sasha had told her, that’s what it was called.

Holy hell, she was actually going to do this.

“Will you hurt me?” She couldn’t reconcile what she knew of Daniel with him inflicting pain on her. On purpose. But he was a Dom, wasn’t that what they did?

His thumb stroked her cheek, traced her lips, and a soft smile crossed his face. “No, not tonight. For now, I only want to show you the pleasure I can bring us when you trust me with your body.”

His words turned her knees to jelly and she swayed into him. Us. Funny how that made a difference. She felt wanting. Aching. Needy. She nodded.

“I need to hear the words, Julie.” His tone was firm, tinged with a hint of desire. “Say, ‘Yes, sir, tonight I’m yours.’”

Her throat felt dry, and she wasn’t sure she could speak. She licked her lips.

He waited, the epitome of patience, but somehow looking as though he knew she wouldn’t do anything other than what he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she finally whispered. “Tonight I’m yours.”

Joy, desire, and possibly relief flooded his expression, and then he pulled her gently to him. “Thank you. I’m humbled and pleased at your trust in me.”

His lips traveled from her ear, nibbled across her cheek, and came to rest against hers. The kiss started slow and easy, and she let him lead. Simply enjoyed the feel of him exploring her lips, enjoyed tasting him as he slipped inside. As the kiss deepened, she knew that while she’d been kissed many, many times before, never had anyone kissed her with such authority.

All too soon, he pulled back, and she nearly moaned at the loss of him.

“For the rest of tonight, unless told otherwise, you only speak when told to. Unless, of course, you need to say ‘red.’” His eyes had turned to blue steel once more. “Do you understand? You may answer.”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

A look of complete pleasure crossed his face and she knew she’d do damn near anything to keep seeing that expression. She felt herself swell with pride, knowing she’d addressed him correctly.

“Very nice,” he said. “Move to your knees.”

Her heart pounded so loudly, she was certain he could hear it. This is nothing, she told herself; you’ve given blow jobs on your knees before. But deep down, she knew it was nothing like she’d ever done before. Somehow the blow job she was about to give was completely different.

“Now, Julie.”

She scurried to drop to her knees in front of him, gulping huge deep breaths of air as she did. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this.

“Look at me,” he said, and she realized she’d been staring at the floor.

The same pleasured expression filled his eyes and she felt herself calm under his steady gaze.

“You’re doing great,” he said, and an odd joy swept over her. “Are you okay? Shall we continue? You may answer.”

“Yes, I’m okay.”

The slight tilt of his head told her she’d done something wrong.

“Yes, sir, I’m okay,” she mumbled out, ashamed at how quickly she’d forgotten how to address him.

“Much better,” he said. “I can’t wait to feel that sweet mouth around my cock.”

Hot and damn. When he spoke like that, she couldn’t wait to take him in her mouth. But did she take his pants off or wait for him to tell her? She really wasn’t ready for this. How did women do it?

When you’re with a good Dom, an experienced one, Sasha had said, it’s almost like he can read your mind. Downright freaky.

Daniel’s hands came to rest on her head. “You’re thinking too much. Let yourself go. Trust me to take us where we both want to go.” His fingers rubbed her scalp and it was as if he hypnotized her with his words. “Empty your mind until I’m the only one who fills it. Just me, Julie. For this moment in time, I’m all that matters.”

She focused on the gentle tug of his fingers, the pull of his hands. Little by little, her worries and fears were swept away by his simple actions.

“That’s it.”

Ever so slowly, his hands dropped. She watched, mesmerized, as he undid his pants and pushed them and his boxers down, then stepped out of them.

She hadn’t had time last week to look at him closely. Not so much a problem now, when his rather impressive erection stood inches before her. He looked longer and thicker than she remembered and she wondered briefly if she could actually take him.

“Suck it, Julie. Put my dick in your hot little mouth and suck.”

Yes.

His words turned her on and she wanted nothing more than to do as he commanded. She licked her lips and leaned forward, easing her mouth around his tip, and took him deeply. Above her, he inhaled, his hands fisted her hair.

His hips thrust gently at first, a slight push and pull. She sucked him as he withdrew and swallowed when he pushed in. Ever so easily, he worked himself farther and farther into her mouth. She had a slight moment of panic when he bumped against the back of her throat. She’d never learned how to deep throat and didn’t want to gag. Especially her first time with him.

He sighed and his hips stopped. “Much as I’d like to come in your mouth, I have other plans.”

He took a step back and lifted her head. “I need you to answer me, are you okay?”

How did his eyes grow so intense? Had they been like that before?

“Julie?”

“Yes, sir. I’m fine.”

Those intense eyes crinkled up at the corners as a smile covered his face. “Just fine? Answer, please.”

She found herself smiling back. “Slightly better than just fine.”

“Just slightly? Answer, please.”

Who knew a Dom could be such a tease?

Surely she could tease, too. “Well, if you must know, I’m slightly disappointed you’re the only one who’s half- naked.”


“All in good time, my sweet. Trust me.”

She realized at his words that she did, she did trust him. It was both scary and reassuring at the same time. How was that possible?

“Are you thinking of something other than me again?” At his firm voice, her thoughts fled.

Her mouth opened and a “No, sir” almost slipped out before she realized he hadn’t explicitly told her to answer. She tightened her lips into a line.

He gave a husky chuckle. “Smart girl. Although for a minute there I thought you’d make a mistake, and I was looking forward to turning you over my knee and spanking your ass until it turned a beautiful shade of pink.”

No one had ever spanked her before. She wouldn’t have thought she’d have liked it, but his words left such an image in her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like.

“Would you like that?” He took a step toward her and circled her, like a lion teasing his prey. “Me putting you over my knee?”

He unbuttoned her shirt, and she shivered as he pushed it off her shoulders. “Spanking you?” He deftly unsnapped her bra and ran his thumbs over her nipples. “I don’t even need you to answer, your body tells me all I need to know.” Two steps and he was behind her, whispering, “I bet you’re wet already, just at the thought of it.” A strong hand cupped her ass. “Imagine me doing it.”

She almost moaned, because suddenly, she wanted it. Wanted to feel his hand spanking her.

He remained behind her, his hands traveling across her shoulders, down her chest, gently cupping her breasts, and dipping to her waist before moving up her body and back down again. All the while his whispers were wicked. “I think I’d sit on the bed and watch you strip for me, but I’d keep my clothes on the entire time. That way when I commanded you to position yourself across my lap, you’d feel the roughness of my clothing against your bare skin.”

One of his hands slid between her still-clothed legs and cupped her, his thumb pressed against her *. She rocked into him.

He nibbled her earlobe and continued. “I’d play with your p-ssy while I situated you just so. Tease you, never quite giving you what you craved. All the time reminding you what a naughty, naughty girl you’d been. How naughty, naughty girls deserved to be punished.”

She was practically at the point of begging him to take her. To do something. Please.

She let out a gasp when he landed a soft swat to her backside.

He chuckled. “I’d start slowly. Gentle pats to warm your skin. Make you sensitive. Gradually, I’d get harder and harder. Maybe spank your p-ssy a few times. Even better, I’d f*ck you with my fingers. You’d like that.”

Oh, hell, yes. She most certainly would. She wanted it right then and there.

But he wasn’t ready to give it to her yet. “I’d spank that beautiful ass just up until you’re about to come from my hand and fingers alone. And do you know what I’d do then? Answer me!”

Her voice trembled with need. “No, sir.”

He moved to stand before her, made sure she was looking at him. “I’d put you on your back, so you could feel the sting of my spanking while I spread your legs and f*cked you senseless.”

She exhaled in a ragged gasp.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you? Answer please.”

“Yes, sir.”

She would like it a lot. Guilt flooded her.

She dipped her head, but he wouldn’t allow it. With one finger he lifted her chin.

“Look at me, Julie.”

She could do nothing else.

“There’s no shame in anything we’ll ever do together.” He traced her lips with his finger. “If we both agree to it and we enjoy it, there is no room for guilt. Understand? Answer me, please.”

Anything resembling guilt or shame faded with his touch. “Yes, sir.”

“Say it again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Louder.”

“Yes, sir.”

His hand dropped to his side. “Don’t ever feel badly for admitting what you need.”

She stood, waiting for him to say or do something, and watching as he stripped his sweater off. He was just as breathtaking as he’d been the previous weekend. Maybe more so, because she knew more now.

“Your turn,” he said. “Take the jeans off.”

While she’d undressed in front of men before, somehow doing so under Daniel’s watchful gaze made every step of the act one hundred times more intense.

“What lovely panties,” he said when she’d stepped out of her jeans. “Did you wear them especially for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

For several seconds the words hung in the air between them. Daniel tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

Damn it.

His voice was soft, but firm. “Did I ask you to speak? Answer me.”

“No, sir.”

Her heart pounded in her throat. What was he going to do? Laugh and say she was a sorry excuse for a submissive?

“And after I finished telling you what I’d do if you spoke. It’s almost as if you want me to spank you.”

She trembled with excitement, dread, and anticipation.

He walked to the bed and sat down. “Take the panties off and come sit down beside me.”

Her jaw nearly hit the floor. Was he going to spank her or not? And how strange would it be to just sit on the bed with both of them naked?

“Now.”

Strange or not, it’s what he requested and she wasn’t nearly ready for the evening to be over yet. Slowly, she reached down and stripped her panties off, all the while aware of his intense stare. She would have expected to be self-conscious, but she wasn’t. She felt empowered.

She dropped the panties to the floor, walked to the bed, and sat down. He placed a hand on her upper thigh and squeezed.

“In a power play scene, there are rules. For example, tonight I indicated you weren’t to speak out of turn. When rules are broken, there are consequences. I’m going to spank you for speaking, unless you want to stop. Which I will do, no explanation needed.”

He was offering her a way out. She knew she could say “red” and he would stop, but he was telling her that wasn’t even needed. She looked at him, met his gaze: calm, controlled, and filled with heat.

“You can speak freely now.”

She wanted to taste this world; she wasn’t about to stop now. Couldn’t stop now. She glanced to the floor. “I don’t want to stop, sir.”

“Look at me.”

The rough command of his voice caught her off guard. Was he angry? There didn’t appear to be any sort of ire in his expression.

“You don’t know how much hearing you say that pleases me. Never doubt that you’re a strong, brave woman.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The hand on her thigh caressed her roughly. “Now there’s the matter of your punishment.”

Hell, it shouldn’t turn her on so much when he said that.

“I want you to lie down over my knees. Wrap your arms around my calf. And lift your ass as much as possible.”

He kept his hands on her while she positioned herself, almost as if he knew his touch would calm her. Even so, her heart pounded wildly.

“Have you ever been spanked before?” he asked, running his hands over her backside. “Spread your legs a bit.”

She widened her stance and found doing so made her more stable. “No, sir.”

“You’re so brave. I’m proud of you.” He ran both hands over her, dipping one between her legs. She knew he found her wet and waiting. “It won’t be as hard as the spanking I’d give an experienced sub, but you’ll feel it. You can stop me at any point by saying what?”


“Red, sir.”

“Good girl.”

She was surprised by how good his words made her feel. She wrapped her arms around his lower legs, fingertips brushing the hard muscles there. His hands swept over her backside and she closed her eyes when he gave her butt a gentle slap.

He didn’t stop, but continued to rain light slaps over and over. It didn’t hurt, but rather made the lower half of her body feel warm and tingly. She hadn’t expected a spanking to feel so good but it really was turning her on.

There was a short break, and she wondered if that was all, when a sharp slap hit her backside and made her gasp. It stung, but then his hand covered the spot he’d struck and the heat melted into her body. She moaned.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

He chuckled. “You’re such a naughty girl.”

Another slap landed and again his hand covered the spot, allowing the sting to sweetly diffuse into need. A need for more, more of his touch, more of him. More.

He repeated the actions, following each swat with a gentle press of his hand. The spanks seemed to be getting harder, but the pain from them was somehow only intensifying her need for him.

“Your body is asking for more,” he said. “You’re lifting your ass up.”

Was she? She hadn’t realized.

His fingers drifted between her legs and brushed her. She jerked against him, trying to relieve the ache. He answered with a swift slap.

“Needy girl. You’ll have to wait, I’m not ready to f*ck you yet. I’m still working on this ass.”

And work on it he did, raining swat after delicious swat on her backside. He didn’t cover them with his hand anymore, but kept up a steady tempo, sweeping a finger lightly over her * once or twice. She had never felt so turned on in her life.

“Three more and you’re done. They’ll be harder. Can you handle them?”

Her body pulsed with the need to come and she desperately wanted his hands back on her.

She lifted herself toward him. “Yes, sir. Please.”

“So polite,” he mused. “Such a good girl.”

She gasped at the first slap, but didn’t have time to process the pain before the second came. She squeezed her eyes tight against the third. No sooner had it landed than she found herself pulled into his arms and gently placed on the bed. He lay down beside her, breathing heavily and keeping her tight in his arms.

“Are you okay?”

Outside of the need to have him inside her, like NOW? “Yes, sir. Please.”

“Please, what?”

She almost whined. He wouldn’t do it until she asked. “Please, sir. F*ck me.”

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Daniel closed his eyes and forced himself to focus. It was taking all his considerable self-restraint not to bind her to his bed and do all sorts of wickedly perverse things. For all her insistence she had only wondered about BDSM, she was a sexual submissive through and through.

He just had to remind himself how new and inexperienced she was. He wanted to introduce her gently to the freedom to be found in submission, not scare the hell out of her. So, though he wanted her bent over his bed, blindfolded in his playroom, and offering herself to him in any way he wanted to take her, he wouldn’t give in. She trusted him and he wouldn’t give her reason to regret that trust.

She was on her side, looking at him with pleading eyes.

He pushed himself up to his knees, after donning a condom. “You remember what I said would happen after I spanked you.”

Her eyes grew wide, but the surprise in them couldn’t hide the desire behind her softly whispered, “Yes, sir.”

He swore his erection grew another inch every time she called him “sir” and he knew he’d do damn near anything to hear her call him “Master.” How long had it been since he collared a submissive? Had someone wear the symbol of his dominance, proclaiming for all to see that her submission was to him alone? Years? It was so easy to picture Julie kneeling, naked, and waiting for him to claim her with his collar.

Focus!

He fisted his hands by his side. “Move up the bed. I want you on your back, knees spread and held to your shoulders.”

She scooted up the bed, wincing slightly as she brushed her butt against the sheets.

“Sore ass?”

She situated herself the way he asked. In the requested position, she was open to him, and he could see the result of his handiwork.

“I asked you a question, Julie.”

“Yes, sir. It’s sore.”

He moved between her legs and took hold of her hips. He teased her with the tip of his cock. “Feel how hard you make me. What you do to me.”

He slipped his hands beneath her, so he could feel the heat of the spanking he’d given her, but more importantly, so she could.

“I’m going to f*ck you so well, you won’t remember your ass.”

She whimpered and tried to press him closer.

“Not yet,” he said. “Take a second to anticipate it.” He rubbed himself against her slit. “Think about how good it’s going to be when I sink into you. Fill you up. Stretch you.”

“Please, sir.”

“I love it when you say please.” He pushed just his tip in and pulled out, making her moan. “Say it again.”

“Please, please, please.” She trembled under him.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He tightened his hold and thrust deeply into her.

He wasn’t sure which one of them shouted; probably it was both. He took a second to relish the feel of being buried inside her tight, wet body before allowing his instincts to take over.

He unleashed his primal nature and pounded into her over and over. “Feet on the mattress,” he ground out through clenched teeth.

She shifted, positioning herself so he could grab on to her hips better, aligning their bodies so she could take him deeper.

“F*ck, yes,” he panted, as he started thrusting rhythmically.

Her back arched and he rocked into her harder. She was panting, too, but in time with his thrusts, and pushing to take more of him. She was close. A good thing, because he didn’t think he would last much longer.

He slipped one hand to brush her *. “Come hard for me, Julie.”

One more hard thrust and stroke of her * and he held still as she climaxed around him. Her head dropped back and she groaned with relief and satisfaction.

But when she tried to drop her hips, he stopped her.

“Not quite yet. It’s my turn.” He pulled out. “On your hands and knees and make it fast, or else I spank you again instead of giving you another orgasm.”

She moved to all fours, ass in the air, and he swatted her pink flesh.

“Just because it’s so spankable,” he said, positioning himself behind her. With one swift thrust he entered her and started a rhythm that drove him closer to his own release.

Greedy Dom that he was, though, he wanted another one of her orgasms, so he slipped a hand between their bodies and circled her *.

“Come again for me. One more time.”

When she climaxed the second time, he allowed himself to follow. Finally sated, he pushed deep and held still as he exploded into the condom.

Not wanting to crush her, he pulled her into his arms and rolled them so she lay on top. Her breathing was heavy and her body shook slightly. He ran his hand down her back. “Are you okay?”

By his standards, it had been a mild scene, but it had been her first and her response was an unknown. Some women cried, others shut down. Then there were those who slept or talked incessantly. What response would Julie have?


She stirred, pushing up to look at him. “Okay is an understatement, sir.”

He hushed her by putting a finger to her lips. “Much as I enjoy hearing you call me ‘sir,’ you can use ‘Daniel’ now.”

“No more play?”

Her softly asked question caused his cock to stir. Whatever responses he’d imagined, having her ask for more wasn’t one of them. He gently brushed her backside and noted her flinch.

“I think you’ve had enough for one night.” At her frown, he added, “Trust me, if you want more, I’ll be happy to oblige another time.”

Her head dipped. “I’d like that.”

He took her face in his hands. “Look at me. You did great. I’m so proud of you.”

“Really?” She propped herself up on her elbow. “There’s so much I don’t know.”

The way she’d situated her body exposed her breasts. He realized he’d been rather neglectful of them. He circled the nipple of one with his finger. “Knowledge will come if you want it. What you did tonight was yielding to me. Turning control over to another. And you did it beautifully.”

“It felt . . .”

He circled the other nipple. “Yes?”

“Good.”

Yes, if nothing else, that was what he wanted. For her to discover how good a submissive felt in a Dom’s hand.

“There are so many ways I can make you feel good.” He gave her nipple a gentle flick and grinned at her moan. “So many ways I can play your body and make it sing.”

Her eyes were wide with desire and he knew he needed to get out of bed or else he’d take her again. Even knowing that, however, he stayed where he was, playing with her breasts until he was once more hard and she writhed against him.

He rolled them to their sides. “I want you again. Will you have me? I’ll be gentle.”

It would probably damn near kill him to be gentle, but he’d make himself for her. He could go slow and easy.

He hoped.

“Yes,” she replied, and then, with a wicked grin, added, “Please.”

“Naughty,” he said. “You know what it does to me when you say ‘please.’” He reached into the bedside table and got another condom. But looking down at it, he thought twice, then put it back in the drawer.

Julie looked crestfallen when he turned back to her.

“I’m afraid that sweet p-ssy of yours will impede my resolve to be gentle,” he said. “So I’m going to f*ck your mouth and if you’re good, I’ll return the favor.”

Since she was already on the bed, he had her roll onto her back. He straddled her face, keeping a grip on the headboard for support. Looking down, he lined himself up with her mouth. Her lips parted and he slid inside her warmth.

He started with short, shallow thrusts. He didn’t know if she could take all of him in her throat, and he didn’t want her to choke trying to find out. Her tongue circled him as she tried to suck him deeper.

“So good,” he panted, speeding his thrusts up a bit. “Your mouth feels so damn good.”

Typically, he could hold out for a long time during oral sex, but he felt his release building quicker than normal. He looked down and watched his cock f*cking her mouth. Watched as it slid in and out.

She reached up and cupped his balls. He knew then it was a lost cause.

“I’m going to come,” he panted, still thrusting. “If you don’t want—”

She must have understood where he was going, because she clamped her arms around his hips and pulled him close.

“F*cking yes, swallow what I give you.” He pumped a few more times, then held still as he shot his release in her mouth and down her throat.

From his position above her, he watched as she licked her lips when he pulled out. He swore he almost came again.

“Oh, Julie,” he said, sliding down her body, trailing kisses as he went. “That was so good.”

He pushed her legs open and knelt between them, careful of her pink backside. Very lightly, he nibbled on her sensitive flesh, pausing a few times to lick her *. He swirled his tongue around her opening, teasing, and then plunged inside her with a long lick and a gentle suck.

Her hips bucked upward, but he kept her legs firmly spread, and repeated the actions again. Over and over, he licked and nibbled until her legs trembled and her heavy breathing became cries of pleasure. Only then did he focus his attention where he knew she desired him most, sucking hard. Her body shook his with the power of her release. He gave her one last lick and her legs trembled as if an aftershock hit her.

He crawled up her body, suddenly exhausted. She was still panting when he took her into his arms and kissed her softly. There was so much to say, so much to discuss, but she kissed him back, snuggled deeper into his embrace, and fell asleep within seconds. Unable and unwilling to do anything else, he closed his eyes and joined her.