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“Good girl.”
She opened her mouth to protest about being called a good girl. No one spoke to her that way. But then she closed it again, remembering she was in the zone now, with her dominant. The man she’d hired to master her for the evening and take control of her pleasure.
He slipped his fingers beneath the straps of her dress then slowly slid them from her shoulders.
A small tremble went over her skin as he drew them down her arms and the material floated away, shimmying over her hips and legs to pool on the floor at her feet.
She glanced at her sexy red underwear and the flash of pale white thigh between her knickers and her stockings.
“Step away from the dress,” he whispered against her ear.
She did as he’d instructed.
He stooped, picked it up, then carefully lay it on the chair, over his jacket, smoothing out a crease as he did so.
Turning to her, he let his gaze roam her body.
She pulled in a sharp breath. Being scrutinized so closely was as sexy as it was uncomfortable. But this was what she’d wanted. To be appreciated, to be seen, to be with a man.
His eyes sparkled and he moistened his lips with his tongue. “Simply delightful.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“I do.” He held her hands out to the sides and pulled in a breath. “I’m going to have so much fun with your sweet little body.” He smiled; it was a dirty, predatory smile. The hunter who’d caught prey—a man who had a hundred erotic ideas playing through his mind.
She was both thrilled and scared at what Julian’s imagination might be dreaming up.
“Red suits you.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Sir?”
“That’s how you are to address me. Learn your place, sub.” He released her hands and walked behind her, trailing his fingertip over her shoulder then down her back, following the ridges of her spine.
“Yes… Sir.”
“And if you forget, you’ll be punished.”
A sudden stinging slap landed on her right buttock.
“Ouch!” She escaped by stepping forward and covering the heated pain with her hand. “What the…?”
“That’s what happens if you forget to call me Sir. You know now.” He tipped his head as though curious to see if she’d argue the point.
She clenched her jaw and stared at him. Had he really just spanked her?
“Would you like another one?”
“No… Sir.”
He smiled. “Shame, I bet your pale skin would pink up prettily with my hand prints.” He reached for the uppermost fastened button on his shirt and undid it. “Though it’s not just forgetting to call me Sir that will earn you a spanking.”
“What else, Sir?” This she needed to know.
“Orgasming without permission will also earn you a sound punishment. I am in charge of your pleasure, remember.”
No orgasms unless he said so. She could manage that, surely.
He continued to releases his shirt buttons and Sheena watched in silence as he removed it, revealing a broad, tanned chest with a sprinkle of dark body hair. He added the item of clothing to the growing pile on the chair.
Pausing for a moment, he peered into her makeup bag that was gaping open. There wasn’t much in it and he plucked out the solitary lipstick she’d applied earlier.
Holding it in front of his face, he removed the lid then rolled it halfway up.
What’s he doing?
He walked back over to her, stood close and set the tip on the rise of her right breast, clear of her bra. He slid it down her skin, leaving a blood-red trail.
He wrote the letter M, his mouth a tight line of concentration.
Sheena’s breaths were shallow.
He added an I, then an N, and finally an E.
“Read it,” he said.
“Mine. It says mine.”
“Yes, you’re my property. I’ve claimed you.” He twisted the base of the lipstick and it retreated into its casing. He reapplied the lid and put it back in her makeup bag. “How does that make you feel? To be branded as mine.”
She was thoughtful for a moment. “A little humiliated, to be marked, like this, with lipstick.”
“Humiliation is a common emotion for submissives. It’s one you should get used to and relax into. You’ll find that humility comes with rewards if you accept it.”
She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Now get down on your knees.” He placed his hands on his hips and nodded at the cream and gold rug in front of her. “Now.”
“Yes, Sir.” Quickly she folded downward, her shoes resting on her buttocks.
“Put your hands behind your back, fingers linked, and bow your head.”
She did as instructed.
He came to stand before her. “This is the position you’ll adopt when waiting for instructions from your master, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Your hands like this will prevent you masturbating if you are so turned on you can’t control yourself.”
His evocative words spun around Sheena’s mind. The idea of not being able to control whether or not she masturbated was new and a bit shocking. What was he planning to push her to that stage? She didn’t know. But she liked the idea even though it was hard to imagine herself in that precarious situation.
“Believe me, that will happen.” He stepped closer so his groin was level with her face. “And from here…” He cupped her chin. “You are at the perfect height to suck my cock should I desire to use your mouth.”
A bulge behind his fly could just be made out. She didn’t think he had a full-blown erection, but there was definitely a thick wedge of flesh there.
“But unless I tell you to look up at me, and open your mouth, you keep your eyes on the floor.” He released her chin and moved to her side.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Onto your hands and knees.” He ran his hand over her hair, then as she shifted forward he stroked down her back.
A thrill went through Sheena. She’d never taken orders like this—practically naked, and with lipstick scrawled on her chest. But she was happy to do it… for now.
He moved in behind her, also on his knees, and butted his groin up against her ass.
She pulled in a sharp breath. There was hardness there. A thickness had lodged between her cheeks. It was over the material of her knickers but she could get a good sense of the size of him. And he was impressive.
“In this position,” he said, “I can take you from behind, your pussy or your ass.” He placed his palms on her buttocks and eased them apart. “Whichever hole I want to fuck.”
“Oh, God.” She closed her eyes. Her ass, really?
“And I can spank you.”
She lost the sensation of his cock pressing up against her, but in its place his hand, gripping her butt cheek, the one he’d slapped.
“I can spank you until I’m sure you’ve learned whatever lesson I’m teaching you.” He paused. “Say yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He released her, suddenly, and stood. “Don’t move.”
She watched his feet as he walked past her, then followed him with her gaze as he went to where they’d eaten dinner.
He poured another glass of champagne and took a sip. With it in his hand he strolled to a low table and picked up a copy of the Evening News that sat there. With both the paper and the drink in his hands he walked past her into the bedroom area. He took a seat, leaned back, and set the paper on his lap. Holding his drink by the long stem, he began to read.
Confusion swept through Sheena.
What’s he doing?
She wasn’t paying him top price by the hour to sit and read. She glared at him, a frown creasing her brow. As a minute passed, then another, irritation prickled over her scalp.
He finished his drink then set his empty flute aside. He turned another page in the paper.
Her knees were beginning to ache and her skin had cooled.
“Come here,” he said, his voice slicing through the silence in the room.
She pushed up.
“No! Crawl.”
“What?”
“Do not question me. I’ve told you to crawl, that’s what you’ll do.” He closed the paper with a snap and tossed it to the floor.
Sheena returned to her hands and knees position. The heat of simmering anger ran in her veins as she moved one hand, opposite knee, then repeated the process. Slowly she made her way across the room to him.
He widened his legs and nodded between them.
She crawled to the spot between his thighs. She had no idea what was going to happen next.
Leaning forward, he smiled, his eyes softening. “Good girl, you’re doing so well.”
“Thank you, Sir.” His approving words doused her annoyance, the way water on flames would, and the way he looked at her, almost adoringly, calmed her humiliation.
“You can stand now.”
With legs a little stiff, and knees dented with marks from her stockings, she unfolded.
When she stood straight, his face was level with her chest. His attention on her breasts.
“I like this,” he said, running his finger over the lace lining the cups of her bra. He went over the left, then the right, and back again. “Sexy.”
She bit on her bottom lip and enjoyed his rapt expression.
Slipping his hands behind her back, he unhooked her bra.
It loosened and the cups yawned from her flesh. He slid the straps down her arms to reveal her small, pert breasts.
She trembled and her nipples tightened. The not knowing what he was going to do next was exciting and a little scary.
River Thames, that’s what she had to say if she didn’t like anything he did.
But I won’t say it. I can do this.
Determination swept through her. She wanted the full domination experience. It was what she’d paid for. And Julian was hot and sexy, and he seemed to really appreciate her body. Maybe he was like this with every woman who paid for his services. Perhaps his eyes held that softness, that adulation for every female no matter what their physical appearance.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself as he tenderly swept his fingers down the outer sides of her chest. “Small but perfectly proportioned.” He circled beneath the heavier undersides so his fingers met at her sternum.
She loved that he spoke as he caressed her. She hoped they were his thoughts, and not just what he said at work. But something in the way his eyelids had drooped, the low tone of his voice, and the tensing of the tendons in his arms told her it wasn’t an act. He liked what he saw.
He liked her.
Leaning forward, he laved his tongue over her right nipple.
She gasped and her abdominal muscles contracted. Her pussy spasmed, as if there was a string tugging from her nipple to between her legs. The pull was insistent, needy; it sent blood rushing to her clit.
He did it again, then set his mouth over the hard point and sucked gently as he massaged the flesh around it.
“Oh…” she managed, closing her eyes and spearing her fingers into his hair.
This seemed to encourage him and he cupped her opposite breast, trapping that nipple between his fingers as he worked her.
She trembled, tipped her head to the ceiling and arched her back. It was good, real good, but she wanted so much more.
His mouth was hot and wet, his teeth grazed her, and his tongue flicked over her sensitive nipple.
“Julian… I need…”
He pulled back. “I know what you need.”
His lips were wet, his cheeks a little flushed. With a devilish grin he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her knickers and pushed them down her thighs.
“You do?”
“Yeah, lose these.”
She nodded and kicked the panties away; one leg snagged onto her heel and she shook it off hurriedly.
He smiled. “Widen your legs.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m sorry. Yes, Sir.” She didn’t want to do anything that might jeopardize the treat she hoped was coming. If his tongue was that good on her breasts, what the heck would it be like down there?
Really fucking fabulous!
He held her hips and sank to the floor, so now it was he who was kneeling in front of her.
Sheena kept her hands on his head, loving how thick his hair was and how her fingers had buried into it.
He feathered his lips over her bare mound, then arrowed the tip of his index finger into the flesh of her labia.
Clenching her buttocks, she angled her pelvis to his face. Her pussy was damp. Evidence that he’d turned her on with his declarations of ownership, his bossy ways. She wasn’t complaining.
He looked up at her. “You’ll have to focus in order to stay standing for this,” he said, slipping his fingers further between her thighs and finding her entrance.
“I will… Sir.” Damn, it was hard to concentrate with him poised there, ready to plunge deep.
He didn’t reply. Instead he leaned forward and touched the tip of his tongue to her clit. At the same time he drove two fingers into her pussy.
“Oh… Oh…” she gasped, buckling her knees. She had to stay standing? Really?
He began to finger fuck her. Working his tongue over her clit at the same time as he pumped in and out.
The sensations he was creating were intense, blissful. She moaned and groaned, swaying in time with him as the pressure built. She wanted to come. An orgasm was growing. But he’d told her not to, hadn’t he? She could hardly think straight. Punishment. Permission. She recalled his words.
“Julian…” she managed. “Please.”
He didn’t take any notice of her. He kept on driving her toward an intense climax. One she was sure would topple her to the floor.
As she swayed, he used his free hand to hold her ass, spanning both cheeks and keeping her close.
She widened her legs, exposing herself more to him. The pressure of his tongue increased. She couldn’t resist the lure of a climax. She held her breath, fisted her hands in his hair. A tsunami of bliss had built up inside her pelvis and was about to break free.
Closing her eyes, she allowed splashes of colour to streak over her inner lids as she came. It was swift, powerful, and raw. He stayed with her, clamping her to his mouth and continuing to drive his fingers into her spasming pussy.
She wanted to collapse, exhausted and ravished by orgasm, but forced herself to stay standing with his support.
Blowing out a breath, the contractions of her internal muscles began to slow. She shuddered then wiped her hand over her sweat-damp brow.
Julian pulled his fingers from her, released her ass, then stood.
Looming over her, his eyes flashed and his slick, wet mouth set into a severe tight line.
Her heart was thudding, her pulse pounding in her ears.
“You came,” he said quietly, but in such a way she sensed danger.
“Yes, Sir. With you doing that—”
“You didn’t have permission.”
Damn it. She knew she’d been supposed to ask permission. That thought had been in her brain, she just hadn’t had the strength of will to do anything about it. “I’m sorry, but—”
“There are no buts.” He snapped his hand out and clasped her chin. His fingers were damp and she could smell her own arousal on them. “Tonight your pleasure is mine. I say when you orgasm, how you orgasm, how many times you orgasm. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” Was that genuine anger in his eyes, or was he delighted she’d stepped out of line? She couldn’t be sure, and instead of her heart slowing as she caught her breath, it quickened.
“I did warn you, sub, that you’d be punished.” He sat, reaching for her as he did so.
The next thing Sheena knew, the room had turned upside down and she was tipped over his lap. Blood rushed to her head and she flailed her arms and legs to regain balance and find something to grip onto.
“Keep still.”
His hands were a vise around her torso.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
“This.”
A high-pitched slap, flesh on flesh rang around the room a nanosecond before the pain of the spank sent her entire body into a thrashing series of jerks. “What the fuck!”
“Keep still.”
“Jesus.” She tried to push up from his lap, but he held her even tighter.
Another stinging slap landed, the opposite cheek this time.
“Ouch!” The pain from the first hit was blooming to a glowing heat.
“This,” Julian said, rubbing her ass cheeks, “is what happens to naughty subs who come without permission.”
“How could I not… with you doing that?”
“A little self-control wouldn’t have gone amiss. Or you could have simply asked me.”
“But you must have expected me to… your tongue, your fingers…” How the hell had she ended up having this upside-down conversation with her bare butt in the air?
“I expect your obedience, Sheena, that’s what you agreed to by booking a dominant man for the night.”
She opened her mouth to answer, but instead of words another yelp burst upward from her throat. He’d spanked her again, hard. Another rained down, then another and another.
Before she knew it she’d lost count. She was kicking and squirming, her ass was on fire; it was as if a layer of hot coals had been applied. Her eyes moistened. Humiliation swarmed through her. No one had ever treated her this way.
He adjusted her position on his lap, and her clit rubbed up against his thigh. The spanking stopped and he again ran his hands over her cheeks.
She held in a sob. Emotions were brewing inside her and threatening to overspill.
“Good girl,” he murmured, slipping his fingers between her legs. “You’re taking it well for a beginner.” He fluttered over her pussy, then pushed in.
She moaned and arched her back, wanting more of that sensation. She was damp from her orgasm, and as he pushed in further then pulled out, her moisture seemed to build again.
“You’re not hating this as much as you’d have me believe,” he said. “You’re dripping wet, and hot too. I bet what you really want now is a hard pounding, isn’t it?” He paused and sank deep again, stretching her almost to the point of discomfort. “No, don’t answer that, I know you do, you little slut.”
Another shot of mortification went through her. She hardly knew this man and he was commenting on her pussy, calling her names. But equally it was new and thrilling. An adult game of cops and robbers and she’d been caught and thrown into sex jail.
“Keep still,” he said, clamping her closer and pulling from her pussy. “Your spanking isn’t over yet.”
“Oh, but… ouch!” Another heated slap landed on her ass. It was quickly followed by another and another. He was putting real male energy into it. His hand connected flat and hard each time.
Sheena squirmed and writhed. When will this end? The slaps were coming fast, the sting layering up. The white-hot pain was increasing with each spank.
“Please, stop…” she whimpered, gripping the material of his trousers and kicking her heels up. The moisture in her eyes had increased to the point tears were escaping and her throat was tight.
As swiftly as it had begun, her punishment ended.
He stood, bringing her with him and holding her up in front of him. “Look at me.”
Her head spun with the sudden change of blood pressure and the tears in her eyes succumbed to gravity and slid down her cheeks.
“Ah, honey,” he said, sliding his hands up her arms and cupping her face. “It will be okay in a minute, I promise.”
She stifled a sob but it still rattled around her chest and her breasts jerked.
“You do understand why that had to happen,” he said softly.
“Yes.” She sniffed.
He wiped his thumbs over her cheeks, catching her tears, then lowered his head. “It’s the first rule of being my submissive. You only come when I say.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“Yes, you will.” He swept his lips over hers again.
She inhaled his smell and caught his flavour. It was a mixture of her, champagne, and a dark, rich spice she couldn’t place.
He kissed her again, deeper, his tongue probing her lips.
It felt so natural to let him in, to return the kiss, despite the fact her other dates from Discreet Desires had been careful not to kiss on the lips.
I’m not like the others. His words came back to her as she allowed him to kiss her, caress her mouth with hers, and tangle their tongues.
After a minute he pulled back but kept his face close. “God, you’re hot, you know that. You’ve got me so damn hard.”
Sheena was breathing fast as she looked up into his lust-filled eyes. His pupils were wide and his hair dishevelled. A swell of triumph filled her. She’d gotten this sexy dominant man raring to go, up for action, in need of a fuck. And she could hardly wait for the fucking to begin. Okay, she’d had one orgasm, but another one would do very nicely—another one created by a thick, hard cock. And while her entire body was on fire, alive, it would be super-intense.
He ran his hands from her cheeks, down her neck, to her shoulders. He applied pressure, urging her down to her knees again. He didn’t speak and the pressure of his palms was insistent.
She folded to the floor, the carpet soft on her knees.
“Open your mouth,” he said, undoing his belt buckle.
Oh, God. Really?
She swallowed then opened and cast her gaze up at him.
His jaw was set as he released his zipper and reached into his pants. “Wider.”
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