Crazy Eyes

I put my mega-burrito on the table in the outdoor café down the street from the Police station.

I sat down in front of Riley. We always came here for lunch.

“Well, we’ve eliminated all the suspects we know about,” I told her. “Who do we have left?”

She took an enormous bite of her burrito and put it back down while she talked with her mouth full. “We’ve eliminated Maynard Sutherland’s accountant, housekeeper, ex-wife, and all of his business associates. We don’t have any more suspects.”

“There must be someone We still haven’t checked his associates or social…..”

I stopped in mid-sentence and stared over her shoulder as Ash Keiff came around a corner three blocks away. He was wearing a navy blue business suit.

I hadn’t seen or heard from him in a month since my visit to the BDSM club.

He kept his word and texted me regularly for three days after that. He waited just long enough to make sure I came out of my depression—or whatever it was.

I had read his last text so many times I had committed it to memory. I’m glad you’re doing better. I’ll stop pestering you so you can get back to work.

I didn’t want him to stop pestering me, but I had already made my peace with the idea that we were both going to move on after that night.

I threw myself back into work. I had actually started to forget about that night. Seeing him at this distance brought it all back.

I didn’t actually start to forget about that night—not at all. It made me even more curious to find out everything about BDSM—but I did it in my free time.

I didn’t discuss it with Riley anymore, either, except when it specifically came up in the Maynard Sutherland case.

Riley frowned at me. “Are you okay?”

I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t even move. Ash didn’t see me. He stood on a street corner facing the other way while he did something on his phone.

She glanced over her shoulder to see what I was looking at. “Who is that?”

I shot out of my seat. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere—and don’t touch my burrito, you pig.”

She laughed.

I raced away with my heart in my mouth. Was I really going to do this?

I had rehearsed this moment a thousand times, but I never really let myself believe I would go through with it.

I always found it so much easier to pretend I would never do anything in the BDSM world again. I had no reason to—except that I had to. I couldn’t explain why even to myself.

Ash stiffened and his eyes narrowed when I walked up to him. He kept his guard up when he said, “Hello.”

“Hello,” I replied. “I just saw you over here and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind if we met for coffee or something—just to talk. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind if I asked you a few questions—not related to the murder case. This would be strictly personal—just between you and me.”

“Um….okay…..” he began. “What do you want to talk to me about? Give me a clue beforehand so I don’t think you’re going to arrest me.”

I couldn’t even take the joke. I inhaled a shaky breath to steady my nerves. “I was wondering….if you would be willing…..to….you know….do what you did that night again……I mean…..maybe like as many times as you feel comfortable with…..you know…like…..not do anything….but just so I can gain experience. I want to have some more experiences and I don’t even know where to start looking for someone I trust enough to do that. I already know you and I already trust you….so…..if you’re willing….I would really appreciate it. You were right. I don’t know what I don’t know. I’ve been doing a lot of research since I last saw you ….and I know enough to know I’m too ignorant even to start looking for someone to get experience with…..but I already know you…..so I was wondering…..you know….either just once…or more than once…..or whatever…..I mean, I wouldn’t be your submissive. It would just be a set time limit thing. I read you can do that…..like you did that night.”

I heard myself babbling, so I forced myself to stop. I wasn’t making any sense at all even to myself.

He stood there scrutinizing me for a long time. He must think I was a real idiot if I couldn’t even speak coherently about this.

I started to squirm. I was just about to make a tactful exit when he pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent me a text.

“All right. I’ll do it,” he replied. “Come to this address at seven o’clock tonight. We can talk more there. Wear something casual—nothing fancy or provocative. I gotta go.” He looked behind me. “Are you okay? Do you need anything else?”

“I’m okay. I’m having lunch with Riley. We’re at work.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

He walked away and I went back to the table.

I didn’t let myself think about my upcoming meeting with Ash while I blundered through the rest of my workday.

I finally went home, took a shower, and changed my clothes.

I chose a pair of khaki capri pants to wear along with a plain white blouse. That should be casual enough. I put on my white ankle sneakers to finish off my outfit.

I showed up at the address at five minutes to seven. The place was a warehouse in an industrial part of town.

It looked like the kind of place an axe murderer would bring his victims before dismembering them with a chainsaw and cannibalizing their remains in his basement.

I shivered at the thought and tried to shake it off. Ash wasn’t a cannibal…..or was he?

Was that the reason he didn’t want to take me as a submissive?

That couldn’t be right. He looked and acted so….normal.

If he wanted to kidnap me, cut me up with a chainsaw, and cannibalize me, he could have done it that night.

I was alone with him multiple times in the middle of the night. No one would have seen him.

He came across as a businessman—and I had done some research on him, too, as part of the murder investigation.

He was involved in multiple high-level business ventures around the city. He engaged in angel investing, stock market investing, real estate investing, and a bunch of other dominant-appearing activities.

Someone like that wasn’t likely to be a closet serial killer—but if he was, the missing and dismembered victims would have turned up on my desk. I would at least have heard about it by now.

It was too late to back out, though, because right then, he pulled up in his car. It was a sleek black BMW roadster with all the trimmings. Of course.

He used a remote control to open a garage door in the side of the building, pulled his car in, and came out to meet me on the sidewalk. He used his remote to shut the garage door behind him.

“Follow me,” he told me. “Let’s go inside.”

He used a normal key to unlock a door in the same building. It opened into a stairwell leading up one floor to another locked door.

I really expected him to lead me into another dim, moldy torture chamber of emaciated prisoners screaming on the rack.

Instead, he waved me into a giant loft apartment with blazing sunshine streaming through enormous windows along one wall.

Potted plants, trees, and green walls separated different sections of the huge open floor.

He had set it up into multiple sitting areas full of couches, desks, and chaise lounges in different spots. An open plan kitchen and island occupied the far end of the apartment.

He shut the door behind me and didn’t lock it. He tossed his keys into a carved wooden dish on the table next to the door. “Come on in,” he told me. “Make yourself at home.”

“Is this….is this your place?”

“Does that surprise you? What were you expecting?”

I didn’t tell him what I was really expecting. For some stupid reason, I expected something more formal than this—something more like a “real” BDSM dungeon or playroom or something—something like the pictures I had seen on the internet.

This apartment didn’t look like anything related to BDSM. It was all so….so normal.

He stopped next to the kitchen counter and leaned against it. “So….here you are. Tell me what it is you want.”

“Um….just what I told you. I want to have more experiences….and I don’t really know how to do it. I don’t even know what my next experiences should be. That’s what I was kinda hoping to ask you….like…..if you weren’t willing to do it yourself…..that you could advise me on what I should try and what I should tell whoever I do it with what I want them to do.”

“What have you done? What have you experienced sexually with your other partners?”

I frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

“Have you ever been tied up in bed?”

“No.”

“Have you ever been blindfolded during sex?”

I shuffled my feet. His questions made me uncomfortable, but I also sensed them starting to turn me on.

My voice quavered when I said, “No.”

“Have you ever been spanked?”

I couldn’t answer at all. I just shook my head.

“So you’ve never had anything but straight sex. Has anyone ever gotten rough with you in bed?”

“No, definitely not. Everyone I’ve ever been with has always been really nice.”

He studied me across the room. “Does any of that appeal to you—being tied up, being blindfolded, getting spanked, or someone getting rough with you?”

I squirmed again. “I guess so.”

“Was there something else you wanted to ask me?”

I opened my mouth. “You said being your submissive meant something different than what we did. What did you mean?”

“You aren’t ready to be my submissive.”

“I know that. I’m just trying to understand. What is so different about being your submissive?”

“I’m a sadist,” he blurted out.

The words set off a cannon shot in my brain. Sadist. That word made my blood run cold.

I glanced around. His apartment didn’t contain any racks of whips, chains, and implements of torture the way I always thought a sadist’s apartment would.

Did he even own any whips and chains? Maybe I knew as little about that as I knew about everything else in this crazy world.

He saw my reaction right away. He couldn’t miss it. “Now do you understand? Are you sure you still want to do this—with me?”

I opened my mouth. I had to swallow again before I could make a sound. “So you……you get off……on hurting people?”

“Yes. That is what a sadist is—but I swear to you I will not hurt you. If you want me to help you gain experience, I swear to you on my honor I won’t do anything painful to you. I will never do anything painful to you unless you specifically ask me to.”

I snorted in his face. “I would never ask anyone to deliberately hurt me. That’s ridiculous.”

He shrugged. “You might. You might even beg me for it.”

I made a face. That was never going to happen.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” he asked. “You said you trusted me. Do you still?”

I threw back my shoulders. “Yes. I do. If you say you won’t, then I believe you.”

“Are you ready to get started, then?”

I nodded. “I’m ready.”

“We’ll follow the same rules as last time. This session won’t last longer than fifteen minutes. You’ll obey everything I tell you to do without question. You’ll be able to stop whenever you want to either by just walking out of here or by using ‘red’ again. Understand?”

“Are we keeping the same rule about you not touching me?”

“I will touch you, but I won’t use my hands. No part of my body will touch any part of your body ever at any time during the fifteen minutes. Do you accept that?”

I nodded. “Okay. I agree.”

He pushed himself off the counter, walked around it to the kitchen, opened a drawer, and took something out.

He brought it over to me and held it out to me. “Put these on.”

I had to put down my handbag to see what it was that he wanted me to put on. They were a pair of soft, padded, fabric wrist cuffs with a strip of nylon webbing around them.

A Velcro strap tightened them around the wrists with a metal D ring sewn into the webbing.

I slipped the cuffs over my wrists and cinched the Velcro closed. The webbing spread the pressure over a wide area of my wrists. The cuffs actually felt comfortable.

I pressed the Velcro into place and looked up to find Ash standing in front of me. He held up a black piece of cloth.

“I’m going to blindfold you. As soon as I tie this around your head, our session will start and you’ll obey everything I say without question. Are you ready?”

I nodded. This was really happening.

He stepped behind me and spread the black fabric in front of my eyes. Only then did I see that the part that went over my face was actually a thick padded foam mask with indentations where it fit over my eyes.

It also had a piece cut out to make room for my nose. I held the mask in place while he tied the two lengths of fabric behind my head.

The blindfold completely blacked out everything, even the sunshine coming through the windows.

I plunged into darkness…..and also plunged back into that breathless place where I had been that night in the hotel.

Ash retreated and left me there in silence. I waited….and waited.

His voice came from in front of me. Was he far away or right next to me? I couldn’t tell.

“How do you feel?” he murmured.

I tried to fidget and wound up looking around at nothing. “Um…kind of….nervous.”

“Do you still trust me?”

I couldn’t stop my voice from trembling when I said, “Yes.”

“Strip down to your bra and panties, but keep them on.”

My pulse started racing. My hands shook when I fumbled with my blouse buttons. I had trouble unfastening them without being able to see what I was doing.

I might be getting myself into another compromising position here, but I always fell back on my trust in Ash.

He could have taken advantage of me a dozen times, but he didn’t. He didn’t even really want to do this. He was doing this as a favor to me—so I could gain experience with someone who wouldn’t take advantage of me.

One other thought sent a torch of excitement through my insides. He was going to see me with my clothes off. Was I good enough for him? Would he like what he saw?

At least I wouldn’t be able to see his reaction.

I pulled off my blouse and pushed my pants down. I kicked off my shoes and straightened up wearing only my bra and panties.

Now he could see me, but I couldn’t see him.

He waited another long time. Every second dragged. What was he doing out there? Was he deciding that I wasn’t good looking enough for him?

His voice came out of nowhere. It curled around me and slithered over my skin the way it did last time.

“Now I want you to listen to my voice very carefully,” he murmured. “I’m going to lock your wrists together. I’ll be using a regular snaffle clip and your hands won’t be restrained in any other way. If you decide you want to leave, all you have to do is push up the blindfold, unclip the hook, and walk out that door. Do you understand?”

I nodded, but my nerves wouldn’t let me speak.

Something touched my wrists and then I heard a click. The hook locked my wrists together in the front.

I shivered at the sensation. This was the closest I had ever come to being tied up or restrained in any way.

I got a flash of what I must look like from his point of view—half naked, blindfolded, my wrists tied together.

My restrained arms pushed my breasts together in the middle. They made my cleavage stand out.

I looked like a BDSM submissive—like all the pictures I had ever seen of this kind of thing. Is this really what I was becoming—one of those kind of people?

He started pacing around and around me the way he did that night. He was looking at me, seeing me helpless and trembling….waiting for his touch.

He stopped behind me again and murmured in my ear. “Does this turn you on?”

I started to nod and wound up gasping out, “Yes!”

“Does it turn you on that I’m the one seeing you like this?” His breath tickled down my neck. “Does it turn you on that I could do anything I wanted with you right now and make you love it—make you scream for it?”

I tried to say, “Yes!” again, but no sound came out.

He circled some more. “Did you think about me touching you during our last session?”

“Yes!” I choked.

“Did you think that I was the one pushing you down on the couch, holding you down, and overpowering you?”

“Yes!” I panted.

He stopped behind me and barely whispered in my ear. “Is that what you want? You want me to take you right now—bend you over—make you scream for me—make you beg me to own you—make you crawl for the privilege of doing anything I say?”

I tried again to say, “Yes!” but a sob came out instead.

Those words burned. How did he know?

I couldn’t stop fantasizing about Ash. So many forbidden fantasies had been coming to the surface ever since that night—and he was the man in all of them.

I didn’t even let myself consciously think most of those fantasies. They were too insane even to consider.

He stepped away, but that powerful, radiating presence didn’t go away. He stood right there. He didn’t have to lay a finger on me. He overpowered me just by standing there.

“Are you wet right now?” he murmured.

I grimaced in agony. I wanted so badly to say, “Yes!” but I couldn’t even form the word.

Of course he knew. He had to know the effect he had on me.

He moved farther away and I heard him rummaging around in the apartment.

My ears became hyper-tuned to every sound. I followed his movements until he came back over to me. He stopped in front of me—and something grazed the side of my stomach.

It felt soft—like very soft buffed suede. Being blindfolded and tied up made my skin extra sensitive, too.

I jolted at the sensation and a charge of electricity went down my skin. It almost felt like an orgasm.

I started to pull away. “Stand still!” he snapped so harshly that I froze. He had never spoken to me like that—ever.

He leaned in extra close and snarled in my ear in a deadly undertone. “You promised to do exactly as I told you. Now stand still and don’t move again until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

I swallowed hard. I couldn’t speak. I could only nod in trembling shock.

He stepped back and grazed the same soft suede object over the same part of my stomach—and then it migrated across my belly to the other side—and around my back….and up my sides to my neck.

The sensation excited every nerve ending. The softness turned me on even more….and then it traveled down my chest to my breasts.

I gasped for breath trying in every way to cope with this intoxicating sensation. I squirmed, but his command stopped me from trying to get away from that touch.

The pressure increased as it passed back and forth across my bra cups…..floated down my stomach……and against the inner surface of my thighs.

“That’s right…..” Ash lowered his voice to a husky murmur. This wasn’t his gentle soothing undertone or the deadly snarl. “Do you feel that? Do you feel me about to take you the way you want me to? Does that excite you? Do you want me to touch you….here?”

The suede object barely grazed my panties.

I gasped out in a sudden rush of desire. “Yes!”

He stroked whatever it was up and down my inner thighs and then slid what felt like something long, hard, and cylindrical between my legs.

It grazed the damp section of my panties right between my legs. That feeling of whatever it is thrusting between my legs drove me out of my mind.

I moaned and shuddered as a wave of delicious pleasure swept over me. I wanted more—a lot more. I wanted more pressure on my slit and for whatever this was to push inside me.

He took the thing away the minute I moaned like that. I almost broke down crying when he left me standing there throbbing with need….for him.

He wouldn’t do it. He said no part of his body would touch any part of my body.

I had learned one thing about him. He would never do anything he said he wasn’t going to do. Once he made that agreement, he wouldn’t break it no matter how much I wanted it.

I actually considered falling on my knees and begging him to take me. I pushed the thought away immediately, but it did actually cross my mind. Christ, was I really coming to that?

He walked away again and came back. I couldn’t stop shaking. I needed….sex. I needed to do it with someone—like right now. I couldn’t stand this.

Something about that agreement we made acted on me with just as much unbreakable power. I couldn’t push the blindfold up and walk away. I couldn’t bring myself to break any part of the agreement.

I put myself under his control for fifteen minutes. As long as I stood here with my eyes covered and my wrists tied, I had to stay under his control for whatever he wanted to do to me.

Did it turn him on to see me like this?

He touched me with a different object. This one felt soft, too, but I couldn’t identify what substance it was made out of.

It started buzzing against my skin with a very faint vibration so soft I could barely feel it at all. It made no sound.

He passed the thing up and down my arm first. The buzz spread a layer of warmth through my skin. The vibration relaxed and excited me at the same time.

He passed the object around my shoulders and back, down my chest, and teased my nipples through my bra.

I moaned again and yelped in rising need as the vibration excited me to the limit. Would he use this thing to touch me between my legs? Was that where this was going?

My chest heaved, but he followed my movements exactly. He teased my nipples until I screamed out in desperation. Should I beg him now?

He stroked the thing down my stomach and up and down my thighs exactly the way he did before. The buzz barely touched my slit.

I screamed, but he pulled it away instantly and moved off.

I thought he would walk away and leave me practically sobbing in ravenous desire, but instead, he circled behind me and stopped there.

He ran the thing over my ass, down to the backs of my thighs, and finally, finally, stroked the thing between my legs from behind.

It followed the same thrusting motion as the suede thing, but this time, he held it there and let the vibrations take over.

They spread up my vulva and penetrated deep into my innermost core. I really did scream then. A colossal wave of ecstasy radiated outward from my center. It would blast me apart as soon as it burst.

I convulsed on one surge of energy after another building to the breaking point. I spasmed so hard I almost fell over—and that’s when I felt something in front of me.

It felt like the back of a couch, but I hadn’t been standing near a couch when he blindfolded and restrained me.

That convulsion made me bend over whatever this was. That one small change in position drove me out of my mind.

At that moment, Ash moved the vibrator up between my ass cheeks, teased my asshole for a split second, and then thrust the vibrator back down between my legs.

I never understood anal sex before, but that one instant of stimulation exploded me beyond my limits into a catastrophic orgasm.

I screamed, but I couldn’t stop bucking on whatever this vibration was between my legs. It drove me wild until I couldn’t stop.

He stopped it for me, took the thing away, and the vibrations ceased. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think even to take the blindfold off. What the hell just happened to me?

Out of nowhere, he scooped me up in his arms, carried me somewhere, sat down with me on his lap, and pulled the blindfold off.

I couldn’t open my eyes except to steal a peak at where we were before I shut them again. We were sitting on one of the couches. I was still wearing my bra and panties. He was still wearing a suit.

He pulled my head down on his shoulder. I couldn’t stop quivering and whimpering from the power of that orgasm.

I couldn’t function, but I didn’t have to. He just held me there without saying a word.

I finally sank into a dazed trance. I must have dozed off because I woke up still sitting sideways on his lap with my head on his shoulder.

His fingers trailed through my hair the way they did that night. He didn’t move otherwise.

I sat up and looked around. I felt drugged.

He must have taken the snaffle clip off the cuffs because I could move around just fine when I raised my hand to rub my eyes.

He gazed up at me and used his fingertip to comb my hair out of my eyes. “How do you feel?” he asked.

I tried to answer, but the words wouldn’t come.

Having him see me like this felt natural—almost like this was normal, too. It felt almost as if he had always seen me like this—like my clothes had always been invisible to him.

His hand stroked down my back and infected my skin with warm, comforting heat.

“So what did you think?” he asked. “What did you think of your first time being blindfolded and restrained?”

I should have looked at him. I should have said something intelligent and insightful—or maybe made a joke.

I couldn’t do any of that. I didn’t want to function or have to think about anything.

I curled up on his lap and put my head back down on  his shoulder. I just wanted to feel this—just for a few more minutes.

I would leave here and we would go back to living separate lives. I would probably never find out what he meant when he said he was a sadist. He certainly never did anything sadistic with me today—or ever.

He could, though. I understand that now. He showed his hard, rough, cruel side when he told me to stand still.

I could definitely see how he could be hurtful and brutal if he really wanted to. He just wasn’t with me. He never did anything like that to me.

Those words—that threatening warning—it actually made me trust him more. He could bring out the steel when he needed to. He was more than just a kind, caring, soft-spoken businessman. He was much more than that.

He didn’t rush me to get off his lap. He kept massaging the back of my neck, combing his fingers through my hair, and hugging me down deeper into his neck.

“I want you to come here at this time every week,” he murmured. “I want you to set this time aside to come here and learn from me. I want you to promise me you won’t play with anyone else as long as you’re coming here to visit me. I’ll take charge of your education, but you have to promise not to play with anyone else until I decide that you’re ready. Can you do that?”

I nodded without picking my head up. I shut my eyes as an unspeakable wave of gratitude overtook me. “Thank you,” I whispered. “I really didn’t want to go with anyone else.”

He twisted his head sideways and kissed me on the forehead. “You don’t have to. I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

I could have put my arms around him and kissed him for that, but something about the way all of this was progressing stopped me from doing it.

The fifteen minutes were over. I wasn’t wearing a blindfold anymore and his body was touching my body even if he was still wearing a suit.

Technically, I wasn’t bound by the rules of our agreement, but an invisible barrier stopped me from touching him.

Our relationship—or whatever this was—it didn’t include that. He could give me the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life, but the process didn’t go the other way—not unless he told me to do something.

He only ever kissed me on the head or forehead. He never even tried to kiss me on the lips. This wasn’t about that. I couldn’t explain why.

It wasn’t even about sex. Him doing that to me wasn’t about sex. It was about something else.

He never once suggested that I get up, put my clothes on, and leave. He waited there without another word until I sat up by myself.

“Do you feel ready to go?” he asked.

I nodded down at my hands. He could see me stripped and raw and fragile like this because it wasn’t about sex.

It was more about him being able to access a part of me I couldn’t access on my own. It was more about him being able to do things to me that no one else could or would ever do.

Part of me—this part of me—it already belonged to him. I didn’t want to share it with anyone else. I just wanted….him.

He kept touching me in the same innocent way. He never tried to touch my body—not like that.

“I guess I better go,” I mumbled.

For the first time, he cupped his hand under my chin, lifted my head, and made me turn around and look at him. “You’re perfect,” he murmured. “You’re everything a man could ever dream about.”

I gulped. I wanted to say so many things, but there was only one thing I absolutely had to say before I left. “Thank you….for next week.”

“Of course. I won’t let anything happen to you—and our agreement still holds and will always hold. I will never hurt you or do anything to you that you don’t want me to. I swear it to you on my life.”

I couldn’t speak to answer. Looking into his eyes made me emotional. If I stayed here, I would fall apart the way I did last time.

He must have sensed that because he let me go. I stood up, took the cuffs off, and put my clothes on.

I felt myself slipping back into my everyday businesslike persona. No one outside this apartment knew I was doing any of this. Not even Riley knew what was going on between me and Ash.

He went to the kitchen while I got dressed. He got a plate out of the cupboard and took a sandwich and a bottle of lemonade out of the fridge.

He cut the sandwich, put both halves on the plate, poured a glass of lemonade, and brought everything over to the couch. “Come over here and eat and drink something before you leave.”

I retrieved my handbag and sat down next to him. Now what was I supposed to say?

I took a gulp of the lemonade. It tasted unbelievably good. Then I took a bite of the sandwich. Damn. I really needed this.

“How’s the case coming along?” he asked. “Do you have any leads on what happened to Maynard?”

“Not really,” I mumbled with my mouth full. “We keep ruling out suspects. That’s the best we can do in the absence of any other evidence?”

“What evidence do you have that his death was even murder?”

“Just that there weren’t any other fingerprints in his apartment. The knot on the plastic bag made the ME think someone else tied it.”

Ash frowned. “So….the bag was knotted?”

“The ME consulted with an asphyxiation expert upstate. The guy is also an expert in auto-asphyxiation. He says that, when someone uses a plastic bag to auto-asphyxiate, they usually just twist the bag and hold it in their hand. That way, if they really do pass out, the bag comes loose and they’ll be able to breathe again. He says it doesn’t make sense that Maynard would actually knot the bag unless he was trying to kill himself.”

Ash frowned some more. “That makes sense, I guess—except that Maynard wasn’t suicidal.”

“I know. Everyone who knew him says the same thing. That’s why the investigation was transferred to homicide.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Okay. So are you feeling okay about everything that happened tonight?”

I nodded again. “Thank you again for doing this. I’m really grateful.”

“You don’t have to keep saying that. Consider this my civil service of getting a dangerous newbie off the street.”

I laughed and almost choked on my sandwich. “Great.”

He smiled at me—and the tension dissolved. I could face the world again.

I ate one half of the sandwich and finished the glass of lemonade. “Thank you for this. I’m ready to go now.”

“Okay. I’ll see you next week.”

He escorted me to the door. He stayed in the apartment while I went down to the sidewalk, got into my car, and drove home.

All my energy drained the minute I walked into the house. I couldn’t stay upright a second longer even though it wasn’t even eight o’clock at night.

I toppled onto the couch still shivering from the energy of that orgasm. I needed to get some sleep to recover from it.

Right then, my phone buzzed. I took it out and laughed again when I read a text from Ash. Guess who. I’m back in your messages.

I couldn’t stop grinning when I texted back. Hello, stranger.

I’m going to keep track of you in the next couple of days. If you start dropping, you text or call me, day or night. Don’t hesitate. Understand?

Yes, I understand. Thank you. I feel fine now. I’m just really drained.

That’s normal. Get some sleep.

I will. Thank you again. Good night.

He sent back another kiss emoji. He almost always ended his messages with that.

I put the phone down and threw my arm over my eyes. Next week. Seven days from tonight. Could I really wait that long?

A Masochist's Adventures in Wonderland

Chapter 3

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Riley and I came out of the Police station after filing our reports on tonight’s visit to the Maynard Sutherland’s BDSM club.

 

That was the shortest report in law enforcement history because there was nothing to report.

 

Riley waved to me over her shoulder. “See you later. Good night.”

 

I waved back at her. “Good night. See you tomorrow.”

 

We parted ways to opposite ends of the parking lot. I unlocked my car, got behind the wheel, turned the ignition, and pulled out onto the road.

That was the moment when all my buried feelings came back with a vengeance. My swallowed hard thinking about my meeting with Ash.

 

Now I had to go home to an empty house thinking about everything that happened between us—even though nothing happened between us.

What did he even do to me? I could still barely even think about it.

 

I couldn’t go home to an empty house—not with all these confused emotions waging the Battle of the End Times in my mind.

 

I shook that off. Nothing happened between me and Ash. He showed me what domination was. That was it.

 

He never laid a finger on me. All he did was talk—which is exactly what he said he was going to do.

 

I couldn’t get his voice out of my head. Just thinking about his voice made me tremble.

 

I tried one last time to push those thoughts away, but I couldn’t go home when I was this wound up.

 

I pulled off the highway, drove back to the hotel, and parked across the street near the park where no one would see me.

 

I didn’t plan to go back inside. I just needed to sit here and think about it until I understood…..whatever this was that was happening.

 

The club wasn’t going on anymore. No one was in there except the bartender.

 

I planned to just sit in my car and watch from afar, but as soon as I saw that everyone was already gone, I got out and went over there.

 

I had no plans to go inside. I just wanted to look for some odd reason.

 

I peered through the windows. The torture chair was gone. Everything was gone. The room looked like the quietest, sleepiest hotel lobby ever.

 

No one would ever have guessed what went on in there just a few hours ago.

 

I turned away feeling….I couldn’t define what I was feeling.

 

I glanced around at the empty street. It was the middle of the night. What the hell was I even doing out here? I should just go home….but something stopped me.

 

I looked up and down the sidewalk at nothing. Something was missing—something I couldn’t even define.

 

Every fiber of my being told me to go out and find it, but I didn’t even know what the thing was that I should go looking for—much less where to look for it.

 

I was still standing there in confused agitation when someone walked around the corner from an alley between the hotel and the building next door.

 

My heart stopped when I saw that it was Ash.

 

He did a double take and frowned at me. “Are you okay? What are you doing here? It’s almost midnight.”

 

“I…..” I glanced around. What could I say? I didn’t even know what I was doing here.

 

He took a few steps toward me still scowling. “Is something wrong? Did something happen? I thought you were going home with your friend.”

 

I opened my mouth again, but no sound came out.

 

He stood directly over me furrowing his brow. His dark eyes flashed the way they did when he…..Did he actually dominate me? Sweet Jesus, was I even really thinking that?

 

He lowered his voice to a growl. “Did something happen during our session? Is that what this is? Did I hurt you somehow?”

 

“I just….” I waved my hands at nothing trying in every possible way to get my brain working. “I don’t know…..I don’t know what happened….I just…..”

I floundered to a stop. Nothing was working, least of all my brain.

 

He glared at me a little longer, but it was a glare of real concern. He could see how hard this was for me.

 

He cast a flinty glance up and down the street and out toward the park. My car was the only one out there.

 

He finally pursed his lips and extended his hand to take hold of my elbow. “Come here. Come sit down in here so we can talk.”

 

He led the way back into the lobby. I stumbled after him in turmoil. I would never be able to look at this place the same way again.

 

He nodded to the bartender, escorted me through the lobby, back to the same office, and switched on the lamp.

 

I stood in the middle of the floor shuffling my feet in confusion. Now what was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to stand here while he dominated me like he did before?

 

He steered me to a leather couch against one wall. For some reason, I didn’t see it here during my last visit. It matched the armchairs in front of the desk.

 

He pushed me down on the couch, sat down next to me, and turned to face me. He kept his voice low and leaned in, but not too close.

 

“I know what’s happening to you,” he murmured. “This what’s called sub drop. You went into an altered state during our session and now you’re coming out of it. We have protocols to help a sub deal with this, but you left before we could do any of that. I never should have let you walk out of here so abruptly. That’s why you’re confused and don’t know what’s happening. It will pass. You just need to understand that this is normal.”

 

“I don’t know how to….” I looked around in panic. How could I say something I didn’t even understand? “I just….I want…..”

 

“What?” he murmured. “What is it you want?”

 

“I want……” I choked and tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t know what I wanted….and yet I did. “You said…..you said you would know what to do with me!”

 

His eyebrows came together in the middle for a second and then shot up. “You mean…..you want me to……you want to be my……” He lunged back and waved both his hands. “No, no, no, no, no! What we did was just one time. You said you wanted to find out and now you know. You’ll get over this. What you feel right now is just the aftereffects of what we did. You’ll wake up tomorrow morning and realize it didn’t mean anything.”

 

“But….what if it did? What if…..?” I broke off with those words hanging on my lips.

 

What if it wasn’t a one-time thing? What if I didn’t wake up tomorrow morning and realize it didn’t mean anything? What if it really did mean something?

 

What if I never felt this way about anyone else—ever? Could I really live like this—craving something from a man I would never see again?

 

I wasn’t so far gone that I actually said those words out loud, but I sure was thinking them.

 

The idea of walking out of here and never seeing Ash again brought tears to my eyes. I couldn’t do that. I needed…..him.

 

He must have seen exactly what I was thinking. He tore away, shot off the couch, and paced across the office with his back to me.

 

“You don’t know what you’re asking!” he snapped over his shoulder. “You don’t know enough to make that decision.”

 

I buckled and my shoulders slumped. Tears streaked down my cheeks and I stared down at my hands in sinking despair.

 

Those words sealed my fate. Now what was I going to do—spend the rest of my life searching for what he gave me in a few short minutes?

 

Was there even another man alive on Planet Earth who was capable of that?

 

I made sure to cry silently. He already made up his mind. He wouldn’t do it.

 

I respected him too much to actually beg him to take me. I also still had enough respect for myself not to do something as pathetic as that.

 

I mentally steeled myself to walk out of this office for the second time. Going home to an empty house after this would be a thousand times harder.

 

I would just have to cry myself to sleep. Then I would have to go through weeks of torture getting over this heartbreak for a man I only talked to for a few minutes. God, what a disaster tonight turned out to be!

 

I didn’t hear him turn around before he came back over to the couch and sat down next to me. “Hey!” he murmured. “It’s going to be okay. Come here.”

 

He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. It was the most innocent, innocuous, meaningless hug imaginable—and yet it meant the world.

 

Before I knew what was happening, he leaned back on the couch and pulled me down on top of him with his arms around me.

 

I collapsed on his chest and couldn’t hold back sobs. I broke down wailing my heart out—and for what? I didn’t even understand enough to know what I was crying about.

 

He rubbed my arms and back, stroked my hair, and then, like magic, he kissed me on top of the head. “It’s going to be all right,” he murmured. “Everything is going to be all right. You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

 

Those words made me cry so much harder. I would give anything to believe him.

 

That was the weird thing. Having him hold me like this and talk to me like this actually made me believe it.

 

I was okay as long as I was with him. I could even face walking out of here—now that he gave me this.

 

“You were so beautiful tonight,” he whispered. “You were everything I dreamed you would be. Any guy would be lucky to dominate you. You’re a treasure. I feel honored that you let me go there with you.”

 

He kissed my hair again. I really wanted to look up and kiss him for real, but he already made it clear that he didn’t want that.

 

He let me cry myself out, but he didn’t ask me to sit up. He just stayed in that position rubbing my back, running his fingers through my hair, and occasionally kissing the top of my head.

 

He waited a long time after I calmed down before he said, “So what happened after you left earlier? Did you go home and then come back?”

I clamped my eyes shut.

 

For some reason, the promise I made before our session continued to hold some power over me. I had to tell the truth.

 

I forced myself to sit up straight, but I couldn’t look him in the eye. I looked down at my hands. My face hurt from crying so much. I must look awful.

"I have to tell you something,” I husked.

 

He propped his elbows on his knees and frowned at me. “What is it? Did something happen?”

 

I opened my mouth once before I summoned the courage to say the words. “I….I didn’t come to the club tonight because I was curious. My name isn’t Mila. It’s Lucy Kelso and I’m a detective with the Millford Police Department. Riley and I are investigating Maynard Sutherland’s murder. That’s why we came—to question all of you about his activities.”

 

Ash frowned even deeper and then his eyebrows jumped again. “Oh. Okay.”

 

My head shot up. “You don’t care? You don’t care that I deceived you?”

 

“You didn’t deceive me, though, did you? I never asked who you were or why you wanted to know. You actually were curious about BDSM, weren’t you—and your friend really is a dominant woman.”

 

“Um….yeah.”

 

“I thought you might be a reporter. It doesn’t matter. I don’t think I would have done anything differently even if I knew you were a cop. It isn’t like I had anything to do with Maynard’s death.”

 

I stared at him in shock. He really didn’t care. I was more concerned about it than he was.

 

He swiveled on the couch to square his shoulders at me and pulled me around to face him. “Listen to me. I would love nothing more than to take you as my submissive, but you don’t know enough to give consent on that. You don’t understand enough to know what you’re seeing and what you would be agreeing to if you did that.”

 

“What do you mean? You said you would show me tonight.”

 

“I said I would show you what domination is and I did. Being my submissive means something completely different.”

 

Now it was my turn to frown. “What does it mean?”

 

He raised both hands again. “We aren’t having that conversation because we aren’t going there. I would be doing something extremely irresponsible if I let you do that. Now give me your phone number. I need to check on you in the next couple of days to make sure you’re okay and that you’re coming out of this sub drop. Don’t worry. I won’t leave you on your own. I can help you get through it.”

 

I pulled out my phone, navigated to my messaging app, and handed him the phone. I couldn’t watch while he entered my number into his phone and then entered his into mine. He sent me a text and then answered by sending himself one from my phone.

 

I knitted my fingers together behind his back and prayed to God he didn’t see how distressed I still was. I’d never felt this fragile in my life. I really wanted to cry again that I was about to walk away from him.

 

He handed the phone back. “I’ll text you when you get home tonight. Come on. I’ll walk you out.”

 

I stuffed my phone into my pocket. He put his arm behind my back on the way out of the office, switched off the lamp, and escorted me back outside. The hotel lobby was still deserted.

 

He conducted me back across the street to my car, opened the driver’s door, and stood there while I got in and shut the door with him on the outside.

 

He didn’t move while I turned the ignition and raised my hand to wave. He did the same thing.

 

I reversed out of my spot. He was still standing there when I drove all the way home.

 

I went inside, sat down on the edge of my bed, and let out a deep, shuddering breath. I felt like I had been crying for hours.

 

That time I spent with him in the office—the second time—it changed things again. I still didn’t understand what was happening to me, but at least I could face it now.

 

I was still wearing the little black dress I had on when Riley and I showed up at the club.

 

The dress almost made me feel like I just spent a night out hooking up with some random guy at a club—but I didn’t. Nothing happened—or so I told myself.

 

Right then, my phone buzzed. I took it out and smiled when I saw a message from Ash. Are you home yet?

 

My heart skipped a beat when I texted back. Yeah, I just got here. I’m going to bed.

 

Good plan. Thank you so much for tonight. You were perfect.

 

I actually laughed in nervous happiness. Thank you so much. I’m really glad I had my first experience.

 

Are you comfortable in bed yet?

 

I’m just changing into my pajamas.

 

I’ll wait.

 

I put the phone down, shimmied out of my dress, slipped into my favorite flannel pajamas, and climbed under the covers clutching my phone in giddy excitement.

 

Talking to him made my stomach flutter.

 

I’m in bed now.

 

Good night, baby. Sleep tight. You’re beautiful.

 

I texted back. Thank you. Good night.

 

He sent back a kiss emoji and that was it.

 

I stared at the phone for a long time feeling a thousand feelings tumbling in my chest.

 

I didn’t know what to think of him and everything that happened—but at least I knew I would hear from him again soon, even if we never took this any further.

 

I would always have tonight. He gave me a priceless gift. Now I just had to unwrap it and find out what it was.

 

End of Chapter 3.

A Masochist's Adventures in Wonderland

Chapter 2

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Ash led the way through the hotel lobby toward the stairs near the bank of elevators. I glanced over at Riley again.

I probably shouldn’t go off alone with someone I just met, but I sure as hell couldn’t stay here.

Riley and the other dominant woman were in the process of unstrapping their victim from the torture chair.

He sobbed his eyes out and even screamed every time they unclipped the clothespins from his body.

They petted his hair, kissed his wet cheeks, and stroked his chest, face, and neck. He barely noticed.

Riley petted, kissed, and stroked him, too.

I had to look away. She was not acting so intimate with a total stranger when we were supposed to be questioning these people about Maynard Sutherland’s death.

Coming here with her was a colossal mistake. I should just walk away right now, but I couldn’t leave her here alone, either.

Anything would be better than staying here in the lobby, though.

The man who had been holding the woman by the throat and spitting curses at her a few minutes ago now had her on her knees in the middle of the floor.

He stood over her with a leather dog leash attached to a padded blue and black collar buckled around her neck.

He wrapped the leash around his fist and yanked the leash hard enough to make the woman flinch. He used the leash and collar to drag her face closer to his crotch.

He held a black leather riding crop in his other hand. He kept cutting her across the hips, thighs, and sides with the crop while he went on snarling at her through bared teeth.

The look of ferocious rage on his face sealed the deal. I turned on my heel and walked away to follow Ash out of the room.

Following Ash was the only place I had left to go. I was already getting myself into a situation I couldn’t get out of exactly the way he said I was.

I expected him to go up the stairs, but instead, he turned off into an office tucked underneath them. I didn’t even know this room was here.

He switched on a lamp to light the room. “Come on in,” he called over his shoulder. “Shut the door behind you so you don’t hear what’s going on out there.”

I shut it. It mercifully cut out the sound of that man crying in the torture chair. How in God’s name did I get myself into this?

“Take a seat,” Ash told me. “Make yourself comfortable. You can wait here until your friend is ready to leave.”

I slumped into a deep, padded leather armchair in front of a massive oaken desk. Was this Ash’s office? How could it be when the club only used this hotel as the venue for their…..whatever the hell this was?

He leaned against the edge of the desk on the other side facing one wall. Giant windows covered that wall and looked out into a garden behind the hotel.

The garden hung in shadow. Only a faint glimmer of light from inside made it out there to light the shrubs and flowerbeds.

“Your friend seems like she has a lot of experience,” he remarked over his shoulder. “She looked like she knew what she was doing out there.”

I looked away. “I don’t know how much experience she has—but yeah. She was a dominant before we came here. I don’t know how long she’s been into it. I never knew she could do that. I feel sorry for the guy.”

“Why?” he asked. “He loves it. That’s why he does it.”

My head shot up. “He loves it?! Are you serious?! You saw him. He was in agony. He was crying his eyes out and screaming in pain.”

“Did you also see the way his dominant looked at him while she was doing it? They love each other. She takes good care of him. She would never let anything happen to him. She would never even let anything happen to him that he didn’t want to happen to him. That’s why they do it—to take care of each other.”

I looked away. “I don’t know anything about that.”

He turned around and frowned at me. “Why are you here if you think it’s so horrible? You came here to find out about it. That’s what you said.”

I tried to shrug it away and wound up looking at my hands. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just curious. I mean, I know what BDSM is and I’ve read a lot about it—and Riley has told me about it. I just don’t know how anyone could do that.”

“How do you think you’re going to find out about it if you don’t experience it for yourself?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I won’t experience it for myself. Maybe I’ll just have to live in wonder. I mean, it isn’t like I could experience it without going through something like that. I couldn’t do that.”

“It wouldn’t have to be like that. You could have an experience without anything happening to you. Then you would know whether you like it or not.”

“How would I do that without someone….you know…..dominating me?”

“Do you even know what it would mean for someone to dominate you?” he asked.

“Of course. It means….all of that.” I waved my hand toward the door. “I saw you whipping that woman out there. I could never let anyone do that to me.”

“I whipped her because she begged me on her knees to give her a whipping. I wouldn’t have done it otherwise.”

My head snapped up again. “She….you mean…..so she’s your….submissive or whatever you call it?”

“No, she isn’t my submissive. I don’t have a submissive of my own. She actually belongs to another man, but he isn’t here tonight. He texted me earlier and asked me to whip her, but I didn’t do it until she asked.”

“You mean she begged,” I corrected.

“Yes. You weren’t here for that part, but I’m sure you could go out there and ask a dozen people who will tell you that she did.”

I looked away again. This conversation was going somewhere I really didn’t like.

“Domination doesn’t mean any of that,” he went on. “You don’t understand what domination or submission are if you think it’s only that. I think you need to do some more research before you do anything with anyone.”

“What is it then, if it isn’t that? How would I find out if I don’t do something like that with someone?”

“I could show you what it is without ever laying a finger on you,” he told me.

I gaped at him in shock. “You could not.”

Now it was his turn to shrug. “I’m just saying. I could show you what domination is if you want me to. Then you would at least know.”

I frowned more to myself than at him. “How would you do that?”

“I would dominate you.”

“But how?”

“I would have to show you—but I swear to you on my mother’s grave that I won’t lay a finger on you. You have my solemn word of honor that nothing will happen to you. You’ll be completely safe at all times. You won’t be restrained. You can walk out that door anytime you want to. I won’t do anything but talk.”

I couldn’t stop furrowing my brow. “I don’t believe you.”

He stood up, spread both arms, and walked away toward the window. “The offer is there if you want it. If you don’t, no problem. At least you would know.”

He turned to the windows and looked out at the garden like he just put the whole matter out of his mind.

My brain turned a few somersaults. I really didn’t believe he or anyone could dominate me without at least doing something physical.

I had been getting progressively more curious about BDSM the longer this case went on. Riley filled my head full of all kinds of stories.

Mainly I just became insatiably curious to find out how any sane person could let another person do something like that to them and actually enjoy it while it was happening.

Riley talked a lot about how BDSM brought a couple closer together and actually fostered deep emotional bonds. She didn’t think those bonds were even possible without the intensity of a BDSM relationship.

I wasn’t ready to believe her, but what if there was no other way to find out? Could I live with all these burning questions gnawing a hole in the back of my mind for the rest of forever?

Ash’s offer kept repeating in my mind. I would probably never get another opportunity like this.

He said he wouldn’t touch me. What could possibly go wrong?

I looked up. “All right. I’ll do it, but you have to promise you won’t touch me.”

He turned around to face me and raised both hands again. “I won’t. I swear it.”

I looked around from right to left. “So….what do I have to do?”

“Not so fast. We have to negotiate terms and consent first.”

“How do we do that?”

He came back over and sat down on the edge of the desk. This time, he did it right in front of me so he could look straight down at me.

I got a sinking feeling like I was a high school kid at the principal’s office. Did I get myself into something here—something I would regret?

“If we do this, you have to promise to do exactly as I say for the duration of the session.” He checked his watch. “I promise the session won’t last more than fifteen minutes. Then it will end. I’ll stop dominating you and you’ll leave, but during that time, you have to do exactly as I say. Do you agree to that?”

“I guess so.” I didn’t see how anything could go wrong with that as long as he didn’t touch me.

“You’ll be able to stop the session at anytime, either by just walking away and leaving whenever you choose or you can say the word, ‘red’. Do you understand the traffic light system?”

“Yeah. Riley told me about it—and she told me all about safe words and everything.”

“Great. So you understand your safe word and you also know that you can leave at anytime. I also want you to promise me to be entirely truthful with me about what you’re feeling through the whole session. I won’t ask you to reveal anything personal that might compromise you in any way, but you have to be honest about how you’re feeling in that moment. Do you understand? You have to tell me if you’re feeling scared or excited or bored or anything. Is that clear?”

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s clear.”

“Is there anything you want to ask me or that you think we need to clarify before we get started?”

“I don’t think so.”

“If anything comes up during the session, you can stop and ask me. Okay?”

I nodded again. “Okay.”

“Okay. We’re starting now. Stand up and go stand over there.”  He pointed to the open floor behind the armchairs.

I stood up and made an executive decision to leave my clutch on the seat of my chair. I wouldn’t be able to grab my sidearm the instant something went wrong, but I would be able to get to it quickly if I needed it.

I stepped behind the chair and stopped where he told me to. I shuffled my feet waiting for something to happen.

Don’t even ask me why I agreed to this, but something about the guy made him seem solid, practical, and level-headed.

He had been nothing but polite, considerate, and casual toward me since the minute he dragged James away from me.

Riley had also explained to me what Dungeon Masters were. They were responsible for the safety and good behavior of everyone in the club.

Ash must be pretty responsible if everyone put him in charge of their safety and good behavior.

He came across as very responsible—probably because he was an older guy. He came across as being perfectly self-possessed.

He didn’t need to do this or anything else. He could take it or leave it.

He didn’t do anything or even say anything at first. He just sat there on the edge of the desk staring at me for what seemed like a long time.

He always kept his eyes and expression casual before now—except when he got mad about James hitting on me.

Ash didn’t turn those ferocious eyes on me now, but his intense stare made me squirm. What did he see? Was I being submissive enough just by standing here in front of him?

He finally pushed himself off the desk and walked over to me. His eyes hardened as he got closer. His eyes actually narrowed, but he still didn’t look angry.

I cringed before that look. What was he going to do?

He promised he wouldn’t touch me. I had to remember that at all costs. He promised nothing would happen to me—and I had a firearm right over there on the chair.

He stopped in front of me, gave me one hard look, and walked around me in a complete circle.

He didn’t even try to hide it when he dragged those hard, all-seeing eyes down my dress and back up to my face. He cocked his head to scrutinize me in every detail.

I fidgeted like the science specimen that I was. He walked behind me and came around the other side still studying me under a microscope.

His eyes flashed with something like danger when he passed me in front for the second time.

He stopped behind me.

His presence radiated a kind of power I had never experienced before. I gulped.

He lowered his voice to a husky murmur. “What made you think you were submissive?” he asked.

“I….I don’t know….” I stammered. “I guess…..I don’t know…..I guess……guys that I’ve been with…..they seem……kind of like they don’t know what they’re doing…..like I just really want someone who knows what they’re doing……”

He leaned in close behind me until his hot breath seared the side of my neck. “Do I seem like the kind of guy who would know what I was doing with you?”

I swallowed hard. I promised to be totally honest with him. I could have easily lied, but the feeling of unstoppable energy coming from behind me wouldn’t let me lie.

I couldn’t speak above a whisper. “Yes,” I choked.

He leaned back, but his presence didn’t go away. “Shut your eyes,” he told me.

I shut them. His presence back there racked my nerves. How was he even doing this to me?

His voice started migrating in a circle around me. He walked around and around me like a shark circling its prey.

I trembled waiting for something—something like an attack. He didn’t touch me, though. I was really starting to wish he would.

Him touching me right now would have felt like an attack, but it also would have been a relief. At least then I wouldn’t have to wait and wonder what was about to happen.

“I want you to imagine you’re in an intimate situation with a guy,” he murmured. “I want you to imagine you’re either sitting on a couch or lying in bed or in a car or something like that—and you’re getting intimate with each other. You’re kissing and touching each other. He runs his hands down your sides and then up to your breasts.”

Those words hypnotized me into a trance. I actually started to get turned on.

His voice throbbed with low, sultry power. It reverberated into my bones. I couldn’t get away from it.

That voice caressed me all over. I felt his hands touching me—not some random guy. It was him. It was Ash.

“You feel yourself starting to want him. You want him to take you. You want him to push you back on the seat or on the bed. You want him to take control of you and tell you what to do. You want him to own you and move you around the way he wants.”

My body started to vibrate with the kind of passion and desire I would feel in that situation. A rush of heat blasted to my crotch and soaked my panties.

Ash stopped behind me again and whispered in my ear. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how much you want him to take you?”

“Yes!” I whispered.

“You want him to hold you down, don’t you? You want him to do whatever he wants with you. You want him to grab you and possess you. You want him to overwhelm you and overpower you.”

“Yes!” I could barely get the word out. Saying it hurt.

He leaned back again and took his massive presence with him. That hurt, too. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to stay near me and keep radiating into me.

“Open your eyes, go stand in front of the window, and put your hands on the window frame at the height of your head.”

I dragged my eyes open. I felt drunk and dazed. What was happening to me?

His voice acted on my senses like another command. I blundered over to the window and rested my hands against the window frame.

I felt myself shaking as Ash came up behind me again.

He leaned in extra closely and passed his breath up and down my exposed neck and all the way up to my ear.

“You want this, don’t you?” he breathed. “You want a man to own you, don’t you?”

My eyes clamped shut on their own now. His breath made me shiver. I felt myself shaking all over.

“Yes!” I whispered.

“You feel me stroking your sides right now, don’t you? You feel me touching you and turning you on. You feel me squeezing your hips and pulling you into me. Do you feel that?”

I choked. I couldn’t speak.

I tried to answer, but I wound up gasping instead. How was he doing this to me? He didn’t touch me or even hardly look at me.

His voice did something to me that no other man had ever done to me—ever. I couldn’t stop shaking.

I really felt his hands on me—and his voice on me. His voice squeezed my hips, scooped up to my breasts, crushed me against him—and took me.

His voice crept between my legs and teased me to a screaming orgasm. His voice coiled inside me and occupied the deepest recesses of my soul.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, baby,” he murmured. “You have no idea how much I want to touch you. I could make you feel things you never imagined. You’re beyond beautiful.”

I almost started crying from those words. I just wanted to be good enough for him to touch me, but he wouldn’t.

That seemed like such an insult now. I never should have agreed to him not touching me. I needed his touch in ways I never thought possible.

He stood back again and left me cold. I didn’t know what I needed. I didn’t trust this guy. I didn’t even know him and yet he did something to me I couldn’t explain even to myself.

“Stand up straight and put your arms down,” he told me.

I did it, but I still couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes. How could I face him? How could I face anything with all these feelings burning a hole through my insides?

“In a few minutes, you’re going to open your eyes, walk out that door, talk to your friend, and you two are going to leave and go home,” he told me in the same soft undertone. “You need to come back to Earth before that happens. You don’t need to rush. Take all the time you need to pull yourself together. Then you can turn around, open your eyes, and look at me. Do you understand?”

I nodded down at the floor, but I couldn’t stop myself from gulping again. I really didn’t know if I could face him after he said all those things and made me feel this way.

That was the weirdest part. He didn’t make me feel this way about a random guy. He made me feel this way about him.

I stood there with my eyes closed and my head bowed for a minute trying to understand what the hell was happening to me.

Riley said dominants and submissives created deep emotional bonds with each other. Was this what she meant?

The idea of walking out of this room and never seeing Ash again—it made me want to break down sobbing uncontrollably. I couldn’t face it—but I had to.

I took a deep shuddering breath and forced myself to open my eyes. I wound up looking through the window at the garden.

The sight brought me back to reality. He was right. The moment was over, but I would never forget it.

I would walk out of here and go on with my life as though none of this ever happened—but it did happen. I just didn’t know what it was that happened.

I turned around.

Ash stood behind me looking down at me with a very different expression on his face. He actually looked sad—or maybe just like he was in some kind of excruciating emotional pain.

His voice broke when he asked, “Are you okay?”

I lowered my eyes. Looking at him hurt.

I nodded in stupid shock. How did I start feeling this way about someone I didn’t even know?

He raised his hand, cupped my chin, and lifted my face to gaze into my eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re perfect. Your heart is so pure. You’re going to make some guy very happy.”

I gulped again. I really wanted to kiss him—or maybe crawl into his arms and disappear.

No one had ever made me feel this way—not ever. I didn’t even know what I was feeling for him right now.

Right at that moment, my phone rang in my handbag across the room. Ash dropped his hand immediately.

He stayed where he was while I rushed over to my handbag, took out my phone, and answered it.

It was Riley. “Where are you?” she demanded. “You better not have left me here by myself.”

“I’m in the office talking to the Dungeon Master. Some guy tried to hit on me and the Dungeon Master brought me here to get me out of the line of fire.”

“Did you question anyone? No one here knows anything about Maynard Sutherland.”

I glanced at Ash. He couldn’t hear our conversation—except for my side of it. “I know. We can leave now.”

“Okay. I’m still in the lobby, so I’ll just wait for you.”

“I’m on my way out now.”

I hung up…..and turned back to Ash. What was I supposed to say to him—thanks and see ya later?

He straightened up, came over to me, and stopped in front of me. Just standing here with him looking down at me felt like the most torturous sexual experience of my life.

“Are you going to be okay?” he asked. “It’s best practice for me to get your phone number and check on you in the next twenty-four hours after any kind of play—including psychological play. I understand if you don’t feel comfortable giving me your number, but if you want me to….”

“That’s okay,” I blurted out. “You don’t have to. I’ll be fine. I better go. My friend is waiting for me. Thank you. I’ll see you later.”

I bolted out of the office as quickly as possible, met up with Riley, and got the hell out of there before anything else could go wrong.

End of Chapter 2.

A Masochist’s Adventures in Wonderland

Good morning, faithful readers. As promised, this is the first chapter in a series that will become a serialized novel. So this is the opening setup chapter. I know you are all waiting for the erotica part. This is the opening plot point. The sex part will start in chapter 2 following our character from total newbie to experienced masochist sub/slave. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you again for reading.

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Chapter 1

My best friend Riley Hickock looked up into my eyes. “Ready?”

I nodded, puffed out my cheeks, and squared my shoulders. “Ready.”

“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” she told me.

I raised my clutch handbag, unsnapped it, and spread it open to show her what was inside.

She did the same thing and we both examined the contents of each other’s clutches.

Each clutch contained a .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol and a wallet folded back to reveal an identification card on one side and a gold law enforcement badge on the other.

Both badges bore the engraved inscription, Millford Police Department, across the top with the word, Detective, at the bottom.

My ID had my real name on it, Lucy Kelso, not the fake name I would be using tonight.

Each clutch also contained a cellphone switched to a GPS locator app that would track our movements.

Riley’s sharp eyes took in the contents of my clutch to make sure I had everything I needed. If this whole situation went down the sewer real quick, we would be ready.

Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, but at least we would be prepared if it did.

My eye snapped from Riley’s sidearm to her badge, her ID, and her phone. We were both as ready as we would ever be.

We both snapped our clutches closed and Riley straightened up in front of me. She slid her hands down her sides and shimmied her hips back and forth while she tugged her little black dress into place.

We both wore little back dresses, but mine had a frill of ruffles around the bottom hem and thinner spaghetti straps. My dress cut horizontally across my cleavage with a gold teardrop necklace hanging around my neck.

Her dress had thicker straps that came together behind her neck. Her plunging neckline and the upward taper of her the strap around her neck formed a triangle of cleavage right in the middle of her chest.

We both wore black pumps, but mine were plain and understated. Hers were strappy with a buckle around the ankle.

“How do I look?” she asked.

“You look great,” I told her. “How do I look?”

“You look outstanding. Let’s go.”

We both turned toward the club in front of us. It wasn’t really a club at all. It was the downstairs lobby of a small, out-of-the-way hotel in a quiet part of town.

Walking into the building felt like walking into a sleepy old apartment complex—except for the bouncer at the door.

The big, muscular guy’s eyes flicked back and forth between Riley and me as we approached the door. “Are you ladies new here?” he asked. “I haven’t seen you before.”

“Yes, we’re new,” I replied. “It’s our first time.”

He raised a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. “Dom or sub?” he asked.

“I’m a sub.” I jerked my thumb at Riley. “She’s a dom.”

He marked something on his clipboard, stepped aside, and waved toward the door. “Go right on in. Enjoy yourselves. I’m sure the Dungeon Masters will introduce themselves to you. They always do when they see a new person.”

Riley entered first. We exchanged a glance as she opened the door and we went inside. Dungeon? Were we really going into a dungeon?

Whatever I may have heard or read about BDSM didn’t prepare me to actually walk into the club itself.

I had been preparing myself to walk into a dark, creepy, medieval stone cellar full of torture devices and horror scenes of mutilation and dismemberment.

The hotel lobby couldn’t have looked more ordinary with a bunch of couches and armchairs, a few padded leather benches under the windows, potted trees in the corners, carved stone and wooden coffee tables, and a bar against one wall.

There was even a bank of elevators at the far end of the lobby where people could ride up to the rooms in the upper floors. It was the most run-of-the-mill hotel lobby I had ever seen.

The people in the lobby also looked beyond ordinary. All the men wore suits. All the women wore either evening wear or just fancy party wear like Riley’s and my little black dresses.

We were the only two women in here wearing little black dresses, but we blended in perfectly with the dress code—whatever that was.

I didn’t see anyone who might be a Dungeon Master. The whole concept of a Dungeon Master didn’t really fit with this setting.

A few scenes of BDSM-related activity went on around the periphery of the room. Everyone else lounged around on the couches sipping their drinks and talking as if these scenes weren’t going on at all.

A man in a magnificent black tux held a woman down across a table in the corner. He clamped his fist in a handful of her hair, twisted her head back, and slashed her bare, upturned white ass with a black and purple cat-of-nine-tails.

The leather thongs and the small knots at their ends made brilliant dark lines of bruises across her pale skin. The knots made even darker dots where the knots bit deeper into her flesh.

The guy snarled down at her in a clenched undertone while he cut her again and again down her ass and started working on her thighs.

She yelled out every time he whipped her, but her cries sounded more like she was having an orgasm than struggling against something painful.

A different man in a regular suit stood near one of the lobby’s central support pillars. He gripped his hand around a woman’s throat while he hissed and growled in her face from inches away.

She wore a full-length shimmering silver gown with matching heels. Her bare thigh showed through a long slit in the side of her dress running all the way up to the hip.

She struggled against his hold and looked up at him with terrified, frantic eyes. He only grabbed her by the hair, crammed her head harder against the pillar, and went on snapping at her under his breath.

I couldn’t watch this, so I turned away looking around for something to do and maybe some sane person to talk to.

A piercing shriek set my hair on end. I looked in that direction before I thought to stop myself.

I instantly regretted it when I spotted another man strapped to what looked like an electric chair. Thick leather straps anchored his arms and legs in place so he couldn’t move.

He was stark naked with another leather strap buckled around his chest to hold him in place.

A hole had been cut out of the seat so his cock and balls hung down below the chair seat.

The chair had been built with some kind of clamp attached to the underside of the seat. The clamp locked around the guy’s balls while his cock hung free on top of the clamp.

A tall woman with sweeping black hair stood over the guy. Her tight black dress hugged a perfect, statuesque, hourglass figure all the way down to her ankles.

Her dress barely contained a full, stacked set of breasts that hovered right in front of the guy’s eyes.

She rested one hand on the back of the chair, bent over, and murmured to the guy in a soft, sultry undertone while she stroked his face, neck, and down his chest.

He panted, whimpered, and rolled his eyes in obvious distress, but she only smiled and even trailed her painted fingertips across his lips.

He barely had time to catch his breath before she stuck her hand down between his legs, took hold of the handle on the clamp, and turned it.

The guy gave a bone-chilling scream and collapsed sobbing and whimpering in the chair.

His reaction only seemed to delight the woman. Her eyes glowed. She leaned a little farther forward. Her body undulated with a ripple of excitement when she touched him again.

He was too out of his mind in pain even to notice how much she was enjoying this.

He tried to look everywhere else. His eyes raced around the lobby without seeing anything.

She clasped his jaw in one hand to turn his attention back to her. She tried to kiss him, but he was crying too hard to respond.

I turned away feeling sick. I didn’t come here to see that.

“Oooo!” Riley exclaimed. “Look at that cock and ball torture! I want to go check that out.”

She walked away and left me alone. I tried to block out the guy’s screams and went over to the bar instead.

The bartender was too busy serving other people to come over to me just yet, so I waited and tried to look around for someone to talk to.

Riley and I came to this club to investigate a murder. We were supposed to be trying to blend in, but I wouldn’t be able to question anyone if no one would talk to me.

Almost as if my thoughts made it happen, a guy in a beautiful blue suit shouldered up to the bar right next to me. He cracked a grin, looked down at me, and his bright blue eyes traced down my dress.

“Hello!” he exclaimed. “Are you new here?”

I tried to smile back “Yes. First time. It isn’t what I expected.”

He turned in my direction and leaned his elbow on the bar. He kept grinning like he just won the lottery. “What did you expect? Have you ever been to any play parties before?”

“No, this is my first time. I’m straight off the rack, you might say.”

He laughed and stuck out his hand. “I’m James. Nice to meet you.”

I shook his hand and pulled out the fake name I selected for tonight’s investigation. “I’m Mila.”

“So what brings you here?” he asked. “What got you interested in BDSM?”

“Actually, I’m here to find out if anyone knew Maynard Sutherland. He was found suffocated in his bedroom with a plastic bag tied over his head.”

James’s cheesy grin evaporated. He straightened up and turned to face the bar. “Yeah. I know. I heard about it.”

“His credit card records indicate he was a member of this club. Did you know him?”

“Yeah. I knew him.” James flagged the bartender. The guy was too busy to help him, too.

“The Police reports say there were no other fingerprints found in Mr. Sutherland’s apartment. Do you know what he was into? Do you know if he was into auto-asphyxiation or anything like that?”

“I couldn’t tell you that,” James replied without looking at me. “I never really got to know him well enough to find out what he was into.”

“Do you know if he was a dom or a sub?” I asked.

James finally glanced over at me, but he looked away immediately. “He was a switch. He went both ways depending on who he was playing with.”

“Did he do anything here at the club—anything that would indicate what he might be into or what he was looking for?”

“He never did anything here at the club. He came here to socialize. That’s all he ever did. I can’t remember him ever playing with anyone or even talking about playing with anyone. He barely noticed when other people played with each other.”

Now it was my turn to face the bar. That didn’t give me much to go on.

Maynard Sutherland could have been murdered in his bed by someone wearing gloves.

Or he could have asphyxiated himself accidentally. It wouldn’t be the first time history someone tried that and went too far.

I glanced over my shoulder. Riley stood over there by the cock and ball torture chair talking to the dominant woman. The poor victim struggled, grimaced, and roared in agony in front of both of them. Neither of them seemed to hear or even notice him.

Was Riley over there questioning that woman about Maynard Sutherland’s activities?

I turned my back on them trying to make up my mind what to do. I could go through this whole lobby and question everyone here about what Maynard Sutherland was into.

If no one knew—if he never played with anyone or talked to anyone about what he was into—then staying here would be a massive waste of time.

Before I could make up my mind about what to do, James took a step toward me and scooped his arm around my waist. “If you’ve never had a BDSM experience before, I could introduce you. Come back to my place and I’ll show you what it’s all about. Come on. I bet you’re dying to submit to the right man.”

I stiffened, but right at that moment, someone caught James by the collar of his jacket and physically hauled him off me.

I took a fraction of a second to realize it was the guy in the tux who had been whipping that woman just a few moments before.

The guy had salt-and-pepper grey hair, a short-clipped goatee turning white, and extremely hard black eyes.

He narrowed them in dangerous fury and yanked James away so hard he almost fell over. He would have fallen over, but the guy in the tux jerked him to his feet and marched him away.

“That’s your last warning, pal,” the guy in the tux growled. “I gave you too many chances already, but you just can’t keep your hands to yourself. You’re banned for a month. Go home and don’t come back until you learn how to follow the rules.”

I stared in flabbergasted shock as the guy dragged James struggling and protesting to the door. The guy shoved him outside and exchanged a few words with the bouncer before the guy in the tux came back in.

James stumbled into the street and immediately tried to turn around and push his way inside. The guy in the tux stood his ground to block the doorway, but he didn’t have to.

The bouncer stepped between the two men. James collided with the bouncer and stumbled back before the bouncer held him at arm’s length to stop him from trying again.

The guy in the tux glared at James once and then shut the door in his face. I watched the whole scene through the front lobby windows.

James stood out there for a minute staring at the closed door. Then his gaze darted to the window. He could see everything going on inside.

The bouncer didn’t move, and in a minute, James turned away and walked off.

The guy in the tux stormed back inside narrowing his eyes in fury. He clamped his lips shut and shook himself before he came over to me.

“I’m very sorry about that,” he muttered. “We have strict rules in the club about unwanted sexual advances. He’s been warned before. I’m sorry I didn’t get here in time to stop him.”

I gulped. The guy’s dark, hard eyes kept darting all over the place while he got himself under control.

“Um…..thank you,” I stammered. “I wasn’t sure if I should break his kneecaps myself—but maybe he would have liked that.”

The guy’s head snapped around. He glared at me for a second and then burst out laughing. “Maybe you should have—and no, he doesn’t like it. He’s a dominant. He likes hurting other people. He doesn’t want anyone hurting himself, especially not a woman.”

He stuck out his hand.

“I’m Ash Keiff. I’m the Dungeon Master for tonight. It’s my job to make sure everyone plays safely and that all scenes are negotiated before anyone engages in anything physical.”

I found myself grinning at the guy for some reason. I put out my hand and yanked it back. “Are you sure this isn’t an unwanted sexual advance?”

He raised his hand in surrender. “No sexual advances intended—but we can negotiate a full, signed contract before we shake hands if that’s what you want.”

I grinned back at him and extended my hand again. “That won’t be necessary. I’m Mila.”

“Is this your first time here?” He snapped his fingers at the bartender. The guy dropped what he was doing and came over to serve Ash immediately. “Give her one, too.” Ash turned to me. “What are you having?”

“Anything non-alcoholic. I wouldn’t want anyone taking advantage of me.”

“Good thinking.”

The bartender scooped ice into a glass and poured in a dose of Shirley Temple mix. The guy served Ash a tumbler of pineapple juice. Then the bartender went back to what he was doing.

“Did you know Maynard Sutherland?” I blurted out. “The Police think his death may have been murder.”

Ash swirled his drink in his glass. “I know.”

“Do you know what he was into? Do you know if he was doing any kind of asphyxiation play with anyone that may have gone too far—or if he had any enemies who might have wanted to make it look that way?”

“Maynard didn’t come to the club to play. He came here to talk about anything other than that. He never played with anyone as far as I know.”

“So you don’t know if he was maybe into auto-asphyxiation on the side—like by himself?”

“Nope. I couldn’t tell you anything about Maynard’s kinks. No one in the club will be able to tell you that. He didn’t discuss it with anyone.”

My shoulders slumped. Shit.

I glanced over at Riley. She wasn’t talking to the dominant anymore.

Now Riley was the one who bent over the man strapped into the chair. He really was crying now with tears streaking down his cheeks.

Neither she nor the other dominant were turning the handle anymore to clamp the guy’s balls in a vise.

Riley was in the act of fixing some kind of metal clothespins to the guy’s nipples and the skin of his chest. The other woman stood off to one side and watched.

His ribs heaved with deep, racking sobs. Riley kept stopping what she was doing and stroking him all over before she attached the next clothespin.

Riley sure was taking this dominant thing to the limit, but she was into it before this case landed on our desks. I should have known better than to bring her here when we were supposed to be on the job.

Ash broke in on my thoughts. “What got you into BDSM?”

“I’m actually…..I’m actually not. I just read about it. I don’t really have any experience. That’s why I’m here—to find out about it.”

He raised his eyebrows at me. “Really? So….you’ve never played with anyone….ever?”

“Nope. I’m fresh off the rack you might say.”

He didn’t take the joke. He actually frowned. “Is that why you came here—to get experience—or did you just come to watch and talk to people?”

I opened my mouth and stopped myself. I couldn’t exactly come right out and tell this guy that I was a Police detective who came to the club to investigate Maynard Sutherland’s murder.

Ash noticed my hesitation. “Do you want to have experiences or are you still in the research phase?”

I shrugged and pretended to study my drink. “I don’t know.”

I became aware of him studying me extra closely. His black eyes flashed with a kind of intensity that made me uncomfortable. Could he tell that I was lying?

He finally straightened up, took another sip of his drink, and left it on the bar. “Come with me. I don’t feel right about a total newbie wandering around the club like this. Come over here. I want to talk to you before you get yourself into something you can’t get out of.”

End of Chapter 1.

You step through the front door as you get home from work. You find me kneeling naked in my usual place with my head down and knees spread as you’ve instructed me.

You shut the door and take a step toward me. “You’re such a good girl,” you tell me. “I love seeing you like this when I get home from work.”

I don’t answer, and when you place your fingers under my chin to raise my head to look at you, you see that I’m holding your crop in my teeth the way you instructed me in your text to me this afternoon.

You smile and pet my cheeks and hair. “You’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you? Such a good girl. I’m going to enjoy using this on you so much.”

You take the crop out of my mouth and I finally say, “Thank you, Sir.”

You stand back to look at me by body. I’m still kneeling in front of you and you flex the crop with your hands while you decide what to do with it first. Holding it with me kneeling in front of you is already making you throbbing hard.

You stroke the side of my face again, dig your fingertips into the back of my head, and tell me, “Show me how happy you are to see me.”

I lean in and nuzzle my face into your crotch. Your cock strains against the pressure and I let my eyes drift up to your face as I very gently bite along your shaft through your pants. Your cock spasms in my mouth. It feels so good and I want to suck it so bad, but you have your rules and I’m only allowed to do what you tell me to do.

“Mmmm,” you murmur. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl. You may unbuckle my belt.”

My pussy aches from wanting you so bad. I breathed deeply into your crotch and then sit back on my heels to unbuckle your belt.

The minute I take my eyes off your face, you stroke the crop down my side. I shiver and gasp at the sudden rush of sensation. Then you flick the crop’s leather tip against my nipple and make me moan.

I shudder as you continue to flick the leather back and forth across my nipple. You are making it hard and sensitive, and in a few seconds, you have reduced me to a whimpering wreck. I can barely sit up to keep unbuckling your belt, but you don’t stop.

“I told you to show me how happy you are to see me,” you murmur even more dangerously. “You don’t want to stop, do you?”

I gulp and do my best to concentrate on what I’m doing. “No, Sir.”

You lower the crop to your side and command me, “Keep going.”

I focus on your belt, but a second later, you start running the hard shaft of the crop up and down my side, over my back, and then you tease my thighs with the leather tip. You let it fall between my legs and slowly tap it against my dripping pussy.

I moan again and finally get your belt unbuckled. “Keep going,” you say again. “Do you want to suck Daddy’s cock like a good girl?”

“Yes, Sir,” I choke.

“Ask nicely and I might let you.”

I shut my eyes trying to hold myself together. You are turning me on so much I can’t handle it. “Please…Sir……Please may I suck your cock? Please?”

“All right,” you say. “You may.”

You don’t make it easy for me to get your pants unbuttoned and unzipped. You keep running the crop shaft over my breasts, flicking the shaft against my nipples to make them hard, and also rubbing the leather tip against my pussy to turn me on.

I am groaning in agony by the time I finally slide your pants down. Your cock falls out of your shorts and I quiver all over when I run my tongue around the tip.

You sigh with pleasure. “That’s it. That’s Daddy’s good girl. You love sucking that cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper and drag my tongue down the shaft, around your balls, and back up the shaft. I coil my tongue around your head and bathe the end with my saliva.

You keep whispering to me how good it feels and what a good girl I am for Daddy.

I suck the tip and slowly start working my way deeper. I fall into an ecstatic trance and your breathing becomes strained and short.

“Mmm,” you gasp. “Good girl. That’s it. Suck that cock. Show me how much you love sucking it.”

I start stroking faster, but in a second, your hand appears on the side of my head. You thread your fingertips into my hair, and as I work faster, they clench into a fist.

Your breathing catches with every exhalation now. You tighten your grip and push me down on you. “Come on,” you growl. “Take that cock. Good girl.”

You gasp at every stroke. You hold my head steady with one hand and fuck my mouth harder as you built up power.

Without warning, you bring the crop down hard on my side and leave a livid slash across my hip to my ass. I yelp, but you only drive in harder as you deliver one stroke after another. “Suck it, slave!” you hiss. “That’s it. Suck it like you need it.”

I can’t suck it because you’re pushing into my mouth too hard and shoving my head all the way down. You bury your cock deep in my throat and your cum erupts as you whip me hard across the back and ass with your crop.

You roar with pleasure as your cum shoots down my throat and you give the last vicious cuts with your crop. I try to scream in pain, but you silence me by drilling all the way to the back of my throat. You stay there throbbing and pulsating while I swallow your load as fast as I can so I don’t miss a single drop.

You groan and shudder as the last waves of pleasure leave you. You give me a few more cuts on my ass and thighs, but my cries only turn you on even more.

You ease off just enough for me to suck you clean. I suck you harder now to milk every drop of your essence out of you. You sigh with satisfaction, step away from me, and continue running your crop over my nipples and flicking them as you zip yourself up.

You make me moan with every flick and caress. Then you walk around behind me and take a good look at the damage you’ve already done to my ass. “Mmmm. That is so nice. You’re such a good girl for Daddy. You make Daddy very happy.”

You come around in front of me and kiss me deeply while I swoon with pleasure. You make me so dizzy that I feel like I’m about to cum right now.

You stand up suddenly, say, “Stay there,” and walk off.

You come back a second later with the padded wrist and ankle cuffs, the ball gag, and the leash to my collar.

You push the ball into my mouth before I can say anything. You don’t want to hear me beg or plead or scream tonight. Well, maybe scream, but not like that.

You buckle the gag around my head and clip the leash to my collar. Now I know what kind of evening we’ll be having.

I stay kneeling with my head bowed while you buckle the cuffs to my wrists and ankles. I know exactly what’s coming and submit completely. I’m yours to play with however you please.

You finally stand up and take hold of the leash, “Heel, pet,” you tell me and I crawl after you on the way to our dungeon playroom.

You go through the laundry room and open the door to the basement stairs. I crawl at your heel and you hold the door for me to crawl down the stairs. You switch on the light and shut the basement door. Now no one will hear us.

At the bottom of the stairs is our full dungeon all set up. The St. Andrews cross stands in the corner, the spanking bench to one side of the room, and a large post in the center. Impact tools hang from a rack on the wall. There are several anchor points fixed to the wall, the stairs, and the floor.

You lead me to the center of the room where you give me a, “Stay,” command. I sit back on my heels to wait for you while you go hang up your crop and decide what you want to use next. You keep your back to me so I can’t see what you’re choosing.

You come back over to me without choosing anything. You stand over me, lift my chin to make me look you in the eye, stroke my cheeks and hair, and tell me I’m such a good girl and that I’m Master’s good slave.

I can only gaze at you in worship, now that I’m wearing a gag. Then you tell me to stand up.

I don’t know what to expect until you untie the pulley from the ceiling, pull down the hasp, and attach it to my wrist cuffs. You pull it up to the ceiling and retie it so I’m standing with my hands above my head. Now my whole body is exposed for your use.

You come up behind me and kick my feet apart. “Spread your legs for me like a good girl.”

I do and you anchor my ankles to the floor.

You pace around me observing me from all angles. My heart starts racing wondering what you’re going to do, now that I’m too helpless to stop you.

You walk behind me again and startle me by dragging your fingertips over the raw crop cuts on my side, back, and ass. “These are so beautiful,” you tell me. “You have no idea how hot you look like that, all stretched out and already wearing the marks of your Master’s ownership. You love that, don’t you? You love being Master’s property to use any way I want. You know you love it.”

I moan and then scream as you rake your fingertips over the painful marks. The sensation skyrockets me out of control and I start to cum just from your touch. I hear you talking to me and telling me to cum for you, but I’m cumming so hard I can’t understand. I can only understand the mind-blowing sensation of you dragging your fingers over my skin.

You hit all the sensitive spots on my stomach, back, thighs, and neck. You walk around me again and again and stop in front of my face. “Does this turn you on, baby?” you hiss in my face. “Is this what you like—being my property to use for my pleasure?”

I’m still screaming in the throes of insanity when you plunge your fingers deep in my pussy. I’m already soaking wet and I cum again when you fingerfuck me good and hard.

You have to yell to make yourself heard over my screams. My juices gush down your fingers and you plow in banging your knuckles against my sensitive pussy lips.

You grab my ass with your other hand and shove me down on your fingers. Your hand burns the crop cuts on my ass and that sends me spiraling into another blurry explosion of orgasms.

You pull away sucking my juices off your fingers and I collapse hanging from my cuffs. I can’t hold myself up anymore and my body still shudders with more orgasms that keep firing off every few seconds.

I can’t stop sobbing as the spasms race through me. I can’t handle all this sensation and our evening is only just beginning.

You walk away and I lose sight of you. I’m too overwrought to see what you’re doing. I nearly collapse again when you come back into view holding the little black whip I made for you.

You stand back with it coiled in your hand. Now I know I’m in for it, but instead, you just use the curved coil to flick my nipples again and again until I succumb to another tidal wave of orgasms.

I heave and roar out of control, and with no warning, you grab me around the waist, grip your fingertips into my striped ass, and pull me against you.

You growl in my ear as something hard and slick presses into my ass. You push a plug into my ass as you shove your cock into my pussy from in front.

I scream again as your shaft splits me in half. You drive the plug in at the same time and I start to cum on your shaft. You fuck me faster and harder pushing the plug all the way in until it sinks into place and stays there.

I try to ride your cock to get myself off even more, but you’re already pulling away. You slip your cock back inside your pants and leave me whimpering in ragged need.

I almost start crying in desperation, but you only take a step back and eye me coldly. You have your own needs to attend to first and now there’s no stopping you.

You uncoil your whip and swish it through the air a few times so I know exactly what’s coming. You let the swishes get bigger and bigger until you swipe the very tip of the whip across my breasts.

It delivers a very light, sharp stroke and I yelp in pain. I jerk away, but that would never be enough to make you stop.

You wait until I hang still and then do the same thing to the other breast. You stop looking at my reactions as your strokes get harder and heavier. You target more sensitive areas until I can’t help but scream in pain. I jerk against the restraints, but that only excites you more.

You work your way around behind me and start on my back, shoulders, ass, and thighs. I resign myself to another long, excruciating night, but just when I expect the whipping to get really bad, you come up behind me, put your arms around me, and murmur in my ear. “You’re doing so well. Daddy’s proud of you.”

My heart soars and then, miraculously, you slide your hand down to my pussy and finger my clit in tiny little circles.

I explode in more screaming orgasms, and before I know what’s happening, your cock slides into my pussy from behind. You push me over from the waist so the rope stretches my arms above my head. You push down on my shoulders to arch my back and you plunge all the way in.

Your cock excites the plug in my ass and I can’t stop cumming as you fuck me harder and faster. You grab my hair and yank my head back. My ass arches into your thrusts and I feel the pressure of your thumps against the plug. It feels like you’re fucking my pussy and ass at the same time.

I cum hard, but you don’t cum. You fuck me for a while and then pull back to leave me moaning for more. I don’t want to believe it when you zip up again and uncoil your whip to finish the job.

You make a crisscross pattern on my back, ass, and thighs before coming back to the front. You stand there watching me sob and moan. You don’t seem in too big a hurry to finish. You’re enjoying yourself too much.

You tease me by trailing the leather coils over the different parts of my body that you’ve just finished marking with all your stripes. Now you know for certain that I’m yours and you can do whatever you wish with me—as if you didn’t already know.

You smile at me in satisfaction, but I can’t stop moaning, half in pain and half in the ongoing explosions that keep going off inside me and on every part of my body. Just being in my own skin makes me cum out of control.

I shudder to think what you’re going to do. I hardly dare to believe it when you wipe down your whip, hang it up, and untie the rope from the wall. You let my arms sink and I collapse whimpering and sobbing onto the floor.

You unclip my ankle cuffs from the anchor bolts, but you don’t take off the cuffs or the leash. You put everything away, walk back over to me, and stand over while I crawl to your heel. I cling to your leg in desperate need. I need to be your slave now. I never want to be anywhere but right here at your heel.

You rub your fingertips into my hair for a minute and then pick up the leash with one hand. You use your other hand to unbuckle the ball gag and I moan when you take it out.

You turn around and cup my head in both hands to make me look up at you. Your eyes burn with a special kind intensity that you only get when I’m kneeling before you.

“You’re Master’s good slave,” you murmur before giving me a long, deep kiss. “You serve your Master so well. You’re Master’s prize.”

“Master…..” I whimper, but you don’t let me say anything else.

You take the leash, lead me back upstairs, turn the light off, and shut the basement door before leading me to our bedroom.

You tell me to lie down on the bed and I start moaning again when you rub aloe vera gel all over the cuts and whip marks you’ve made on my skin. You wrap me in a clean sheet to protect the bed and pull down the covers to put me inside.

You undress and crawl in next to me, take me in your arms, and I curl up against you for shelter. You hold me and kiss my hair while you rub my back. Every touch makes me twitch and spasm as the elevated energy works its way out of me, but you don’t stop touching me. Even being near you like this makes me cum spontaneously.

I bury my face in your chest and shudder as all the overwhelming sensations consume me. You always have this effect on me and there’s no stopping it.

We stay like that for a long time until we both get too exhausted to stay awake anymore. You reach over to the nightstand and flick off the lamp. You kiss me deeply in the dark, whisper to me that you love me, and we both drift off to sleep.

I opened the door and my stomach dropped when I came face to face with Harlan Castle standing on the doorstep. A knowing smile tugged the corners of his mouth. “Good morning, Chelsea.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I stood aside and held the door wider. He sauntered into my apartment, but I couldn’t stop my pulse from racing. He always excited me so much that I never knew how to act around him.

He paced through the apartment inspecting everything with exaggerated care. I shut the door and crept to the center of the living room. What was he going to do this time?

I never considered trying domination and submission until Harlan and I met in a bar six months ago. He asked if I ever tried it, and when I said I hadn’t, he asked if I wanted to.

Every time I’d seen him since had stretched my limits to say the least. My heart fluttered each time I so much as thought about him. I lived half in dread and half in breathless anticipation of the next time he showed up at my door.

Now he was here, but he didn’t act at all breathless or tense. He stopped in front of me and smiled. “How have you been?”

I rubbed my hands up and down my arms. I shivered and goosebumps sprang up on my skin even though it wasn’t cold. “Uh…okay…. I guess.”

He burst into an even broader smile. “Are you happy to see me?”

I nodded in stupid silence, but my anxiety didn’t bother him at all.

“Would you like to play with me?” he asked

I nodded again, but I couldn’t look at him. I lowered my eyes.

He extended his hand and took mine. “Come here and sit down.” He steered me to the couch and pulled me down on it. He sat down next to me.

I struggled to draw a deep breath. I trembled all over wondering what he would do, but he only pressed my hand warmly. “Tell me what you’ve been doing since I saw you last.”

“Uh…just working a lot….and hanging out with my friends. I went home for Thanksgiving and I’m going home again for Christmas.”

“That’s good. I’m glad you have such a close relationship with your family. How are things at work?”

“Really good. I’m getting promoted at the end of the year.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Really? Congratulations. I’m proud of you. You worked hard. You deserve it.”

I smiled back, relieved. This superficial conversation relaxed me…somewhat.

He closed my hand in both of his. “We had fun last time I came over, didn’t we?”

I blushed and a shot of adrenaline went through me when I remembered his last visit. “Yeah. We did.”

“Did you like the domination and submission play we tried last time? Did you like submitting to me?”

“Yes. I didn’t think I would, but I liked it a lot more than I expected.”

“If you’re okay with it, I’d like to take it one step further. I promise you you’ll enjoy this, too, but it might be even more of a challenge than last time.”

“Okay,” I blurted out.

I probably should have taken longer to find out more about what he had in mind. All my research on BDSM said I should never give consent without knowing what I was consenting to, but Harlan had this effect on me.

He stood up. I started to stand, too, but he rested his hand on my shoulder to signal me to stay where I was.

I looked up and his deep, crystal-blue eyes locked on me. I recognized that look instantly. He always got that look when he took his dominant position over me. That expression gave me a shivery, breathless feeling…almost as though I was about to cum just from looking at him.

“Do you give yourself to me?” he murmured in a slow, sultry whisper.

“Yes!” I panted. I could hardly sit still. I felt weak and…well, submissive.

I still didn’t understand how I could surrender myself to another person so easily. I was an independent, successful woman.

I never had any trouble standing up for myself at work, but this man exerted some kind of mystical control over me. He affected my mind and heart. I reacted automatically to his dominance by becoming submissive.

A slight edge came into his voice. “What do you say?”

“Yes…. Sir,” I replied.

My stomach twisted when I said that name. I loved calling him that even though it frightened me.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now….. I’m going to blindfold you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Once I blindfold you, you’ll obey all my instructions. You won’t question or resist in any way. Do you understand? You’ll submit to me completely.”

I gulped. I already felt like I was submitting completely. “Yes, Sir.”

He pulled something black and silky out of his pocket and held it out. “Do you want this?”

“Yes, Sir.” I could hardly make myself heard.

“Do you want me to take complete control of you until I take this blindfold off?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What do you say?”

I lowered my eyes to the floor. Could I really say it? “Please, Sir. Please take control of me. Please blindfold me and take possession of me until you take it off.”

“Good girl.”

He spread out the blindfold in front of my eyes. He held it there where I could see it. He gave me half a second to realize what was about to happen and then he slipped it over my head.

He settled the blindfold over my eyes. I shut my eyes in the darkness and plunged into a dark place where the rest of the world disappeared.

His voice appeared in my mind. It spoke from the very center of my being. “How is that?”

“Fine, Sir.”

“Can you see anything?”

I shook my head. “No, Sir.”

“Are you comfortable?”

Was I? “Yes, Sir.”

He took my hand again. “Stand up.”

I got to my feet. Every thought of resistance vanished along with my anxiety and tension. I relaxed in the certainty that he controlled me completely. I didn’t think or worry about anything outside this dark place where only he existed.

He took my hand and led me sideways. I knew I was moving across the living room and then I lost orientation of which way I was moving. I might be anywhere.

“I’m going to take your clothes off now, baby,” he purred. “Your body belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice no longer quavered. I sank into a deep submissive mindset. Whatever he did to me would give me pleasure and exhilaration even if it scared me. I just had to trust him.

He ran his hands up and down my arms creeping higher and higher. He rested them on my shoulders and squeezed in a massaging motion.

I relaxed even further, but I tensed again when he dragged his fingertips ever so softly down my chest to the first button of my blouse.

My nerves stretched to the breaking point and my body burst with full-blown desire when he started to unbutton my shirt. He proceeded between my breasts and pushed the shirt back over my shoulders. It slipped off and left me in my bra.

He unbuttoned my skirt and slipped it over my feet. Now I stood before him, blindfolded in my bra and panties.

Instead of feeling scared and anxious, my body throbbed with open desire. I inhaled deep breaths and felt my nipples tighten inside my bra. My pussy pulsed and ached. My hot juices oozed into my panties and I smelled my own scent.

He ran his hands up and down my arms again in a soothing movement, but now that touch excited me. I wanted him to touch my body and stimulate me to the heights of passion. I wanted him to do so many things—things I couldn’t even bring myself to imagine right now.

I felt him walk around behind me. He unhitched my bra, but he didn’t remove it. He circled back to the front and stood before me. He cupped my chin and then his lips appeared on my mouth.

That kiss flooded me with deep, warm waves of desire. My body rocked to receive him, but I stood still and waited for his pleasure to take me. I belonged to him now.

Without taking his tongue out of my mouth, he slipped his hands over my shoulders. He slid my bra straps off and it fell away. My breasts sprang up and heaved against his suit jacket. My nipples stood erect and the fabric rubbed them even stiffer.

I sobbed in tormented ecstasy. I wanted to beg him to touch me, but that wouldn’t be submissive. I had to wait for him to decide what to do to me.

His fingertips squeezed my nipples to tingling ecstasy. I moaned and strained against invisible chains holding me back. I undulated trying to rub my body against him. I needed him so badly. I never needed anything so bad.

He hummed softly under his breath while he kissed and teased me to sobbing madness. I almost cried when he pulled back and straightened up. “You’re so responsive, baby. I love playing with your beautiful body.”

I bit my lip. His saliva stung my mouth and his breath flooded my nostrils with his scent. My pussy spasmed and quivered for his attention.

He took my hand once more and guided me across the apartment. He positioned me somewhere and glided his hands down my arms.

This time, he paused at my hips and slid my panties down. I stepped out of them and they vanished. Now I stood naked with no protection. I wished I could see him, but anticipating his next move excited me so much more.

“Sit down,” he commanded.

I bent my knees and touched my bed. I sat down and my hands touched the bedspread. I was in my bedroom.

“Lie down on the bed and scoot up to the pillows.”

I did as he ordered. When I stretched out in my bed and felt the pillows above me, he took my hand again. He didn’t stroke it, though.

He stretched it above my head and wrapped something soft and velvety around my wrist. I was just preparing to relax into the delicious sensation when he yanked it hard. He jerked it against the iron bed frame, and with a few quick tugs, he tied it in place.

My heart leaped again. He was tying me to the bed. He secured my other wrist and then pulled my legs apart. He spread me out on the bed so I couldn’t move. I gasped and panted in ragged expectation. What was he going to do now?

When he finished, he left me lying there for what seemed like a long time. “Do you give yourself to me?”

“Yes…. Sir,” I gasped.

Something soft touched the skin on my stomach. I shuddered and then jerked in a sudden spasm that felt like an orgasm, but I couldn’t be sure.

It dragged down my belly. It lingered once on my heaving mound and then dallied between my legs.

I struggled to spread my legs even farther, but the thing only tickled up and down my tortured, sodden pussy lips. I moaned and writhed against the restraints. I wanted to beg him to put me out of my misery, but I couldn’t even do that until he told me to.

He laid the teaser aside, whatever it was, and the mattress sagged under his weight. He lowered himself onto the bed. I shuddered again and then, without warning, his hot mouth closed on my pussy.

I screamed half in surprise and half in the ecstasy of fulfillment as his tongue burrowed deep into my tissues. I could struggle all I liked. I heaved to reach his mouth, but the restraints held me in place.

His hot tongue circled my clitoris and his fingers forked my pussy lips apart to explore my smoldering hole. He devoured my swollen flesh in big, greedy mouthfuls. His saliva mixed with my oozing honey.

I stretched trying to rub against his face. I ached for more pressure to drive me higher, but he held back. It seemed like ages before he slipped one powerful finger inside me.

I revolved my hips to take his finger deeper, but it didn’t satisfy me. I needed so much more.

I barely thought that when he pulled away. I groaned in aching need, but only for a second. He climbed onto the bed and I felt him kneeling over me. His hot breath burned my lips.

“Such a good girl!” he breathed. “I’m so pleased with you.”

He kissed me and his unmistakable cock touched my twitching pussy lips. I gasped again and then he slithered inside.

His long, smooth shaft spread me open. I tried to scream, but his mouth stifled any sound. I writhed in torment. I would give anything to put my arms around him.

He supported himself on his hands so his body didn’t touch me. His cock drilled deep into my core and out to its farthest tip before gliding all the way in again. It awoke so much luscious passion in my soul and I gave voice to all my screams.

I couldn’t see him and I didn’t need to. Pleasure and lust poured from my heart. This had nothing to do with him. He became a conduit to release something inside me. It exploded out of me and burst forth for all time.

It transformed me into something I didn’t recognize, but in this dark place, it all seemed so normal to respond like this. This went way beyond simple sex…if there was any such thing.

I exploded into a volcanic orgasm that swept away all rationality and I released it to all the feelings rushing through me.

He quickened his pace until every thrust burst me in half. The intensity escalated to an eruption. I couldn’t hold back the orgasms peaking again and again.

He growled at me, but I couldn’t hear if he said anything. The blindfold erected an invisible barrier so I couldn’t connect with him, but that didn’t matter. I was doing what he wanted me to do. Nothing else mattered.

He fulfilled his promise. He gave me so much pleasure. He pushed me beyond my limits. He guided me to do things I never would have dreamed of before, but he always satisfied me.

All too soon, he slowed his pace and my energy drained. My continuous peaks spread out and came farther apart. He kept gliding in and out of me, but in a gentler rhythm.

He kissed me again in deep, sultry licks. I sobbed and rippled against my restraints. I was ready to be released…and to see again.

Harlan seemed to read my mind and eased back. He climbed off the bed and started to untie the velvet bonds. I moved my shoulders and hugged my knees to my chest.

He took my hand and lifted me up. “Stand up for me.”

I rose to my feet. My mind ached for some light, some glance of his face so I could know if I pleased him.

He straightened me up and wrapped my silk robe around me. He slid my arms into the sleeves and tied the belt.

He kissed me again for a long time and, without telling me first, he pulled the blindfold off. My gaze feasted on his blue eyes flashing and gleaming before me.

His tongue felt so delightful and soothing, but his eyes felt a thousand times better.

I swayed in delight to be looking at him. My soul felt so wide open and sensitive to anything he might say. I would give anything to obey his orders in anything he wanted me to do.

“You did so well!” he breathed. “I’m so proud of you.”

My heart leaped again, this time with pride and confidence.

He stroked his hand down my cheek. He dragged his fingertips along my neck and rested his warm hand between my breasts. I sobbed and my heart collapsed in sheer submission to him. He said I belonged to him as long as I wore that blindfold, but now I felt like I would always belong to him.

“You are so beautiful!” he murmured.

My heart sobbed to say something. I wanted to give him something as valuable as what he just gave me, but I couldn’t think of anything as precious as that. If I pleased him and gave him what he asked for, I couldn’t do more than that.

He took my hand and led me back to the living room. He crossed to the front door and paused to stare into my eyes. “Would you like to see me again?”

I swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”

He smiled down at me and a flush of color washed over his cheeks. “You don’t have to call me that when we aren’t in a dominant-submissive dynamic.”

“I know.” I wanted to call him that anyway. I wanted to call him that always. If only I could.

I rolled over and sighed. The last waves of pleasure surged through me as my orgasms faded. Heat and pleasure rushed over my skin and I collapsed in delicious ecstasy on the bed.

Rick turned over and propped himself on his elbow. “We should get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.”

I mumbled into the sheets. “You’re the one keeping me up.”

He chuckled low under his breath and his strong, powerful hand came to rest on my hip.

My eyes drifted closed. After three hours of straight sex, my energy drained and my exhaustion started to catch up with me. I would fall asleep in a second and then…..

That maddening hand glided up my side, down my back, and back to my hip. The touch sent a shiver up my spine and stopped me from falling asleep. I knew his touch and this wasn’t a relax-and-fall-asleep touch.

He slid his palm down my thigh and raked his fingertips up the back of my leg toward my ass.

I tensed and shuddered at the powerful thrill it gave me. He was trying to get me started again and he was doing a really good job of it.

I rolled a little farther forward onto my face in a desperate hope that he would let me go to sleep, but it didn’t work.

He circled my ass and gave it a squeeze. “Mmmm,” he purred. “Such a big, beautiful ass! So plump and fuckable.”

He bent forward and kissed my ass, but at the very end before he pulled his lips away, he sank his teeth into my skin and took a wicked bite.

I yelped and jumped off the bed, but when I tried to turn around to face him, he pushed me back down on the sheets. “Don’t move. I want to admire it.”

He rubbed his hand in circles over my ass, up to my waist, and down my hips to my thighs before coming back to my ass. “Stick it out for me.”

I arched my back. Those touches excited me. Fresh bubbles of juicy heat swelled my pussy to throbbing desire.

If he would only touch me, I would erupt in moaning passion all over again. My desire gave me the energy to keep going. He always had that effect on me whenever he wanted to…and he wanted to now.

He raked his fingers down my thigh again, and this time, he slipped it between my legs and brought it up to my slit.

He grazed my swollen pussy lips and sighed in delight. “Oh, baby! You are so damn wet, aren’t you? You love it when I fuck you.”

I moaned. That sensitive touch ignited all my deepest cravings. He knew I couldn’t get enough of him. I hated it when he teased me and drove me crazy before he gave me what I wanted.

He glided his fingertips up my ass crack and cupped my butt cheeks one more time. “That’s right. You know how much I love this ass. Mmmm. I’m gonna fuck this ass so damn hard.”

He pulled back his hand and slapped me hard across the butt cheek. I jumped a foot off the bed and squealed half in surprise and half in pain. “Ow!”

He pushed me back down. “Lie down, baby. You need a good spanking. It must have been at least four hours since you had one.”

I whimpered.

His voice dropped to a dangerous rumble that sent shivers through me. “You’re a bad girl. You need a spanking.”

He rubbed the handprint he left on my ass and kissed it. The warmth from his hand turned me on beyond belief. He knew I needed it. “Say you need a spanking.”

I tried to push my ass into his hand. “I need a spanking.”

“Beg for it, baby,” he ordered.

I gulped. Could I really do that?

I loved him spanking me. It made me feel so sensitive and hot and I knew it turned him on, too.

The badness of it made me feel so naughty and wicked. It made me feel like a naughty little schoolgirl who needed to be punished for her sinful ways.

It didn’t stop me from feeling sinful. In fact, it made me feel even hungrier and more wicked to do forbidden things with him.

“Please….” I begged. “Please spank me.”

He obliged by smacking me hard on the ass. “You love it, don’t you?”

“Oh, please!” I whimpered. “Please, please spank me. I’ve been so, so bad!”

“I know you have, baby.” He scooped up my thigh and propped my knee higher on the bed so my ass rounded before him. “You’re a bad, bad girl and you need a spanking to make you behave.”

I fell into our time-honored routine and played my role in this game. “Oh, please! I’ll be a good girl. Please spank me. I need it so bad.”

He raised his hand and SMACK! His hand blistered my ass with a powerful, stinging slap.

I screamed and reared up, but he pinned his hand flat between my shoulders blades and smacked me hard on the other ass cheek. “Bad girl! Oh, you bad girl!”

“Ow!” I screamed. “Ow! Please! Please!”

“That’s right, baby. You need a good spanking to show you who’s boss, don’t you?”

“You’re the boss!” I yelped as his hand clapped back and forth on one ass cheek and then the other. “You’re the boss! Please! Please! I’ll behave! I swear!”

“Don’t make that promise when you know you won’t behave!” He smacked me again lower down. He made my ass jiggle the way he did when he bumped my ass with his hips.

It felt like he was fucking me. It made me ache for his cock to pound me into oblivion. “You’re a wicked, wicked girl. You want a man to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I shrieked. “Yes! I need it so bad. I’m so bad! Oh, please, fuck me!”

He spanked me even harder. He let his hand fall many times in rapid succession. “You want to fuck? You want me to bend you over and fuck this ass?”

SMACK! “Yes! “I screamed. “Yes! I need to fuck! I’m a bad girl! I’m a wicked, filthy girl who wants to fuck!”

“Oh, I know you are.” SMACK! “I know how filthy and wicked you are. You’re a wicked little devil, aren’t you?”

SMACK! “Please! Make me bad! Please make me bend over and fuck you!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Bad girl!” he roared. “Bad girl! I’m going to punish you.”

“Please! Please punish me! I need to be spanked!”

“You need to be spanked? Okay.”

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

I let my screams rip forth. The pain in my ass tore me apart, but the pleasure and wickedness of what I was doing drowned out any sense of wrongness. This was so deliciously wicked that I craved it.

A spanking was just a prelude to sex. He fucked me as hard as he spanked me and the red handprints on my ass turned him on. He loved seeing those marks on my ass while he fucked me.

He gave me ten good, hard swats until I sobbed and cried in blissful ecstasy. He finished by rubbing his palm over the marks and blessed warmth seeped into my skin and bones. I moaned.

“Baby!’ he murmured. “You are so fucking hot. I could spank you all night long.”

“Please!” I moaned. “Please!”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please spank me! I need it so bad.”

“Mmm, you’re a bad girl and you need to take your punishment, don’t you?”

I whimpered again and tried to shove my ass into his hand. The rush of sensation filled me to overflowing. I needed so many things that I didn’t know anymore if I wanted him to spank me or fuck me.

He ran his palm down my thigh again and up between my legs. This time, his fingers sank into my saturated pussy lips and he found my clitoris.

He rubbed it in small little circles and I  sobbed in rapture. I rotated my hips on his hand winding up to cum. I ached for him to slide into me and fill me with his powerful meat.

I tried to spread my legs, but he held my knee down so my ass still pointed at his face. He kissed my ass again and the handprints tingled.

He lowered his thumb between my ass cheeks and teased the opening to my channel.

I groaned and shoved back on it when, without warming, WHAM! His hand came down hard on my ass.

I screamed again and his thumb plunged into my depths. I roared in blissful agony as it filled my hungry opening. I arched back into it and WHAM! Down his hand came again.

“Bad girl! Bad girl!”

“Yes!” I screamed. “Yes! I’m a bad girl.”

In a flash, he rotated onto his knees, took hold of my hips, and pulled me back into his waiting spike. His prick drilled into my spongy wetness from behind and penetrated deep into my core.

I sobbed in delicious fulfillment as it sank home and my ass met his driving hips.

Now my wicked need burst forth in all its carnal glory. I backed into his thrusts and he didn’t let me down.

His fingers crushed my hips. My ass felt so sensitive and raw from the spanking that I knew I was wicked. I threw back my head, bared my teeth, and snarled in demonic lust. “Yes! “ I snarled. “Yes!”

“Who’s a bad girl?” he growled down at me.

“Me!” I yelled back. “I’m a bad girl. Fuck me like a bad girl!”

He raised one hand and smacked it hard across my ass. “This is what happens to bad girls like you! They get punished for their badness and then they get fucked like the bad girls they are.”

“Oh, yes!” I howled. “Yes, please! Punish me! Punish me and fuck me!”

He crossed his arm over my back and smacked my other cheek. Fuck, that stinging pain made me so fucking horny and ravenous that I couldn’t get enough.

I hurled myself back on his brutal thrusts and his throbbing hot cock split me in half. My energy escalated and I felt myself starting to cum.

“Yes!” I screamed. “Yes! Yes! Oh, god! Oh, please. Oh, oh, oh!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His hand pommeled me again and again and I shrieked in the most explosive climax ever. My juices gushed around his shaft and I drilled myself hard on his wicked tool.

He slid his hands forward to circle my waist. He inched higher to grab my shoulders and forced me down on it as he plunged in again and again. His ridges excited all my inner nerve-endings and I dissolved in orgasm on his shaft.

He roared one more time, “Bad girl! Bad girl! Oh, fuck!” and his hot cum ejected into me. It spurted down my thighs and another powerful thrust sprayed it across my stinging ass.

I moaned in the last blissful surges of delight.

He slowed, but he didn’t stop gliding into my dripping channel. He eased back riding the last waves of pleasure.

He stroked his hands over the handprints on my ass and then, unexpectedly, he smacked me hard four more times, twice on each cheek.

I sobbed, but the moment was over. I collapsed face down on the sheets and seethed in the final throes of dying energy.

He fell down behind me and his arms wrapped around me. He hugged me against his powerful body and his hot breath seared my brain as he whispered in my ear. “My bad girl! You are so fucking bad. I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

I whimpered in my sleep. His skin excited my ass where he spanked me, but right now, I was too tired and happy to care.

Carl grabbed my hand and towed me across the rickety porch to the front door. “Come on! Don’t be such a stick in the mud.”

I groaned. “This is so stupid! Why do I have to do this?”

“Because it’s fun. Have you ever been in a haunted house before?” He jerked my arm again and dragged me across the threshold into the dumpy old house.

I stumbled on the rotten carpet and came to a stop in the living room. “I haven’t been in a haunted house before and I still haven’t been in one,” I grumbled. “Can we go home now?”

“No. We’re going to explore.”

I rolled my eyes to heaven. “Wonderful.”

He grabbed my hand again. “Come on. We’ll check out the downstairs first.”

I scanned the living room. “There. We checked it out. Are we done?”

He didn’t answer. He hauled me into the kitchen. “See? Isn’t this interesting?”

I didn’t answer that, either. He obviously had a thing for old, crumbling, disgusting houses because I didn’t see anything interesting.

He went to the far end of the kitchen and peeked through the door into what might have been a butler’s pantry or something old like that.

He came back toward me grinning like an idiot. “This is so great!”

I said nothing. The sooner he got his haunted house fix, the sooner we could get out of here and get back to civilization.

I followed him into the living room and stood aside while he looked at everything from the patterned wallpaper to the couch.

He opened a nearby closet and gazed in at nothing. There was nothing in there.

He went down a hall toward the back of the house. I could only guess that it led out to the backyard because he came back in a minute with the same dopey expression on his face.

I didn’t have to ask. He didn’t find anything haunted back there, either, because there was nothing haunted.

“Are you satisfied yet?”

He grabbed my hand again. “There might be something upstairs.

I pursed my lips in annoyance. There might be something upstairs. Then again, there might not be. There almost certainly wouldn’t be.

He climbed up to the landing, pranced down it to the far end, and gazed through the bay window at the yard bathed in moonlight.

The dead tree in the middle of the yard looking as haunted as haunted could be, but that didn’t make the house haunted. It was just an old house.

Carl smiled at everything. Any second now, he would have to admit there was nothing there.

He returned down the corridor and went into every room. He opened closets and even looked under the beds.

I stayed where I was and waited for him to finish checking each room. We made our way back down the corridor to the landing.

As soon as we got back to the stairs, there would be nothing left to do but leave. Then we could tell all our friends and neighbors that we’d been in a haunted house. Whoopee.

He came to the last door and went into the bathroom. For some reason I couldn’t explain even to myself, I followed him in.

He made a big show of checking the sink taps and examining the toilet.

Finally, he turned to me and smirked. “Isn’t this epic?” He tossed back the shower curtain. “This is just like the shower from Psycho.”

I wasn’t convinced of that, but I decided to humor him for as long as it lasted.

He stepped into the bathtub, lowered himself into a reclining position, and stretched out. He rested his hands on the sides, leaned his head against the porcelain, and shut his eyes with a satisfied sigh like he was taking a bath. “Ah, perfect!”

I snorted. “Quit clowning around. It’s just a bathtub.”

“It’s a haunted bathtub.” He swung to his feet and pulled himself upright. “You try it.”

“Forget it,” I countered. “I’m not getting in a crummy old bathtub.”

“You have to. It’s part of your education.” He stepped out. “Get in.”

“No,”  I snapped. “I’m not doing it.”

“Yes. You are. We’re in a haunted house. You have to try the tub.”

I rolled my eyes again. “You’re cracked.”

“That’s the whole point, right?” He grasped my shoulders and steered me closer to the tub. “Get in.”

I smacked my lips in exasperation. “You’re impossible.” I stepped over the side and sat down. “There. Are you done?”

“Lie down. Stretch out and see how it feels.”

“It feels cold and hard. This is stupid.”

“Just lie down. Lie down and we can leave. I promise.”

I gave it up and lay back in the tub, rested my head on the cold, hard surface, and looked up at him…except that he wasn’t there.

Something took hold of me.

It felt like a solid mass of something soft and squishy, but it didn’t feel slimy. It felt warm and slippery and comforting…. except that I couldn’t move.

I could move, but not very well. Every movement felt heavy and impossibly difficult.

Whatever was encased my body and weighed me down. This soid, rubbery substance made my body feel thick and heavy. It even fogged my mind so I had trouble thinking.

Carl should be right there, but I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t look away from the ceiling.

I stared straight up and whatever it was sealed around my ears. It shut out all sound and stopped me from speaking.

Even breathing cost more effort than I could muster. I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into whatever it was.

Why didn’t Carl let me out? Couldn’t he see what was happening?

I tried again to move and the substance glided over my skin. It felt silky and…..it tickled.

It covered my skin in a smooth, almost satin coating that tingled my nerves. It…. excited me. Was that…..? Yes! Something was happening.

The sensation changed slowly at first and then got stronger by the second.

It felt like feather-light fingertips brushing up my arms and sides and up my legs.

It covered my whole body until I felt like I didn’t have any clothes on….but that was impossible, wasn’t it? I was wearing clothes when I lay down in the bathtub.

The touches became more noticeable and now they definitely started to touch me.

I didn’t feel any hands, but the ooze itself stimulated my skin with more pressure in some places and more tingling excitement in others.

It waved against my neck and down to my chest. It swirled around my breasts and over my back and stomach.

The ooze between my legs swirled fastest of all and I definitely felt it nudging my legs apart.

The sensation didn’t frighten me or make me cringe. The ooze did something to my mind to make it feel good.

I willed myself to spread my legs and the ooze responded by working faster. It caressed up my thighs and around my ass.

I gasped in delight. It felt beyond good. I was starting to get hot and wet.

I wasn’t wearing panties or shorts anymore. The ooze touched my bare slit.

My shirt must have vanished because the ooze lapped at my nipples and teased them to erect little nubs.

My nipples poked through the surface. The air cold made them harder and more sensitive to the ooze’s touch.

The feeling around my neck changed again. It felt like fingers and then small kissing mouths kissing up my neck to my ears.

The heat increased and seeped into my bones. It made me relax more and I moaned as desire took over. What was it doing to me?

The ooze between my legs changed to small kissing mouths, too. I could imagine tiny fish down there nibbling up my inner thighs and around my lower belly.

It tickled, but it also felt incredibly delicious. The heat infused my skin with so much pleasure that I sighed and melted into the sensations flooding me.

The mouths crept lower and then I definitely felt one of them kiss and nibble at my clitoris.

I tensed and then deep, satisfying pleasure overcame my resistance.

I couldn’t think what was happening, but it felt too good to stop. I couldn’t fight it. My mind went blank and I gave up trying to figure it out.

The ooze around my nipples changed to mouths, too, but these were bigger, wetter, and softer.

They sucked my nipples and made me whimper in delight. They made me so hot I couldn’t hold back. They were turning me on.

Where would it stop? I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted them to keep going—all the way if possible.

The instant I thought that, the sensations changed again…at least, some of them did.

The mouths on my neck increased their pressure and I distinctly felt teeth nipping at my skin.

I yelped and jumped, but the ooze held me in place.

It restrained me in a sultry state of helpless excitement. I wanted them to do so much more to me. I didn’t want to get free.

The ooze between my legs pressed outward and the mouth nibbling at my pussy lips changed again, too. It got bigger and greedier.

It took bigger bites and sucked my clit to ravenous throbbing need. I sobbed louder and tried to press against it to drive myself higher.

The ooze around my sides changed and now I felt hands stroking, squeezing, and probing.

Hands gripped my ass and pulled my ass cheeks apart. The ooze teased my asshole while the ooze invaded my slit and made me ache for something thick and hot to penetrate me.

Hands crawled up my stomach to my breasts. They massaged and pinched my nipples while hungry mouths sucked and teased me to a moaning state of frenzy.

Hands caressed my neck and snuck lower to my pussy. They fingered my clitoris while those hungry mouths ate me to a sopping mess of desire.

I whined and squirmed in the ooze trying every way possible to get more. They held me on the verge of madness. I needed to cum, but they wouldn’t take me there…not yet.

The hands on my chest clenched tighter and, impossibly, the ooze under me changed so it felt like a body lying underneath me.

It couldn’t be, though, could it? I was in an empty bathtub. What was happening? Could this house really be haunted?

The body pressed against me from behind and I felt a hard, bulging, rigid cock against my ass.

The pressure didn’t push me out of the ooze. The hands extended to arms that pulled me hard against a sold muscular chest and stomach. Muscular knees pushed up between my thighs and pried my legs apart.

The fingers delved deeper into my slit and worked my clit to distraction. My moans rose to exhilarated cries.

I felt myself starting to cum and then, at the peak of my deepest need, that wicked cock found its way into my dripping pussy.

I groaned in relief as it filled me to bursting. The arms crushed me against the body holding me.

The ooze wrapped around me in ever warmer waves of delicious pleasure. I swayed on the delightful ebb savoring the deep, satisfying penetration of that thick meat into my desperate opening.

The arms forced me down on it and the cock started to pump into me from below.

The disembodied figure held me suspended in just the right position and its hips bumped my ass with deep, delectable strokes.

My ass slapped in the ooze and the warm fluid sailed around my breasts. It teased my nipples and I dissolved in a blistering climax.

I screamed and moaned feeling the thick member blasting me into outer space. I succumbed to this intoxicating bliss exploding me apart.

The hands kept rubbing my clitoris and wringing one incredible orgasm after another from my rubbery body.

More hands groped all over me. They squeezed my throat and rubbed my belly.

They stroked my thighs and squeezed my ass while this mysterious figure fucked me out of my mind.

Other hands touched me than could belong to a real person, but this couldn’t be a real person, could it? It must be a ghost or maybe a phantom.

Part of my mind registered that I was having an experience beyond the normal. This couldn’t be happening in the real world. I was getting fucked by a ghost in a haunted house.

The thought should have shocked me, but instead, it electrified me. Carl would never believe it.

Then I had another thought. What if Carl could see everything that was happening?

What if he was standing by the bathtub watching this ghost fuck my brains out? Did Carl see me cumming on this phantom cock?

Did he see hands fingering me and groping my breasts and filling me with so much pleasure that I screamed in rapture?

Did it turn him on? Would he want to fuck me like this when we got back home?

I hoped so.  I hoped he would recreate this feeling of doing something forbidden and unexplained. I hoped he would take me to the stars with his monster cock.

The hidden figure buried in the ooze quickened his pace. He drove in harder and his grip tightened on my body.

He crushed my breasts and his quick circles on my clitoris escalated to a fevered pitch.

I felt him building up to an eruption. Could he cum in this bathtub? Did I need to worry about getting pregnant from a ghost?

Hands crawled down to my wrists and ankles. They pulled me apart in the ooze and restrained me even though I still couldn’t move.

That feeling of being pinned down excited me so much that I climaxed again. I screamed louder and thrashed against their hold, but being held made me so much more turned on that I loved it.

All at once, I felt something hot, squishy, and silky on my hands. My left hand sank into something wet and frilly.

It felt alive and quivered under my hand. I explored with my fingers. I knew that sensation. Delicate petals came together to form a pointed triangle at the top. I rubbed it and it humped my hand in response.

I fingered deeper and my hand sank into a sopping wet pussy alive and trembling with desire.

I rubbed my thumb against the clitoris while I plunged my fingers deep into this disembodied slit. The muscles spasmed faster and it rode my hand in desperate need.

At the same time, soft cries of ecstasy and desire floated into my ears from deep in the ooze.

I couldn’t hear anything outside this bathtub, but voices drifted to my ears from far away. “Oh, yes!” a female voice whimpered. “Oh, that feels so good. Oh, yes! Your fingers feel so fucking good. Oh, God, you’re making me cum! Don’t stop.”

That voice sounded so plaintive and delightful that I didn’t want to stop. I stabbed deeper and rubbed her G spot while she gyrated her clitoris on my thumb. Fuck, she felt so juicy and hot!

A moment later, a globe of warm flesh dropped into my right hand. A hard, pointed nipple pricked between my fingers.

I closed my hand around it and a different voice came to my ear from the right. “Ooooo! That’s so nice. You make me so hot. Oh, yes, please. Play with my tits…oh, please!”

I squeezed the nipple between my fingers and her sighs got louder and higher pitched. “Oh, my god! You’re turning me on so much! That’s so good. Oh, yes! I need to fuck you.”

A male voice snarled in my ear. “God damn, your pussy feels so good. That’s right. You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer, but I ached to. I wanted him to fuck me so damn hard. I wanted to feel his cock taking me over.

These two beautiful bodies in my hands excited me to new heights and their voices joined in a chorus of blissful cries and moans.

“Oh, my god, feel how wet she is!” the man growled. “Rub her clit. She wants it so bad. That’s right. Cum for me, baby. That’s right. Do you feel that cock fucking you? Your ass is mine, baby. I’m gonna spank you into next week with my hard cock.”

The voices rose to a chorus of screams, grunts, and snarls in my ears. Teeth sank into my ear and the man’s voice dropped to a husky snarl. “Yes, baby. Oh fuck yeah. Oh, goddamn, you make me cum. Oh, yeah. Don’t stop.”

The women screamed louder. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m cumming! Oh, God, I can’t stop. Oh, my God. Fuck me! Oh, fuck me so hard. Yes! Yes, that’s so good.”

I could only release my pleasure with the rest and feel the unstoppable waves of bliss sweeping me away. His cock exploded inside me and hot jiz poured out of me into the ooze.

The instant he erupted, the whole vision snapped away. I stared up at Carl’s face. I was lying in the bathtub where I was when I laid down. I had all my clothes on as though nothing happened.

I blinked. Shivers of bliss and excitement still tingled through my body, but I couldn’t feel or hear anything anymore. The empty bathtub left me cold.

Carl smiled down at me. “Well? What do you think?

I couldn’t answer. He didn’t see or sense anything at all. Did any of it even happen? It must have.

My pussy wasn’t wet when I laid down, but now it soaked my panties. My whole body vibrated with the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life.

Carl extended his hand and grabbed mine. “You’re a good sport. We can go now. You’ve done your duty and now we’ve seen a haunted house.”

He pulled me up, but my knees wobbled for a second before I caught my balance. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me out of the tub, set my feet on the floor, took my hand, and led me out of the bathroom.

I hesitated on the threshold and looked back into the bathroom. The tub looked as ordinary as ever. There was no ooze and no ghostly people in there. Did I imagine everything?

I jumped out of my skin when the sharp knock rattled my door. Harlan Castle was here for his weekly visit!

I raced across the living room, but I stopped short. I crossed the last few feet to the front door slowly and in a dignified strut.

I paused just for a second to check my appearance in the full-length mirror behind the door.

I wore the matching bra and panty set, garter belt, and thigh-high stockings that Harlan sent me.

I also wore tall, black heels and the necklace with the O ring that he called a collar of consideration. It showed that I was learning to be a submissive when he wanted me to be one.

I brushed back my hair, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

I stepped back the way he instructed me. I stood a few feet away from the door so he could see that I followed his instructions to the letter and presented myself to him according to his wishes.

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when he scanned down my body to my feet and back up to my face. “Well done, Chelsea. You look very nice.”

“Thank you….” I hesitated. “Sir.”

He really did smile then. “I can see you’ve been practicing.”

I shrugged. “Not really. I don’t have anyone to practice on.”

He stepped into my apartment and shut the door behind him. He turned to face me and his smile evaporated.

My nerves prickled. Now I was alone with him and my heart skipped a beat.

Playing dominant-submissive with Harlan was always exciting…not to say a little intimidating.

Okay, a lot intimidating, but still exciting. These games always ended with pleasure for everyone involved, but he still made me nervous, especially when he looked at me like that.

He glided closer to me and made an even more detailed inspection of my appearance.

I took special care preparing my body for tonight. I wanted everything to be perfect and up to his exacting standards, but he only nodded approvingly. “You look stunning in that. I think I’ll have to send you another one next week.”

I gulped. “Yes….Sir.”

“Good girl.” He crossed the last inches to where I stood and placed his hands on my hips. He leaned in and kissed me. “How do you feel?”

“Sexy…Sir.”

“You are very sexy,” he breathed. “You look good enough to eat.”

A lick of heat went through me. Eat…me?

He eased back and caressed his hands up and down my arms in a warming motion, but his touch only gave me goosebumps. “Turn around and let me get a good look at you.”

I turned my back to him. I didn’t know what he needed to see that he couldn’t already, but as soon as I got in that position, he stopped me.

He pressed my shoulders to keep me there with my back to him. His hands glided down my sides to my ass. He cupped my butt cheeks and the heat from his hands rushed between my thighs.

He trailed one fingertip down my leg to the bare skin above my stockings. He fingered under my garter and up to my panties. I gasped as a rush of desire lit my pussy on fire. Was he going to touch me right now?

“Bend over,” he murmured. “Put your hands on your ankles.”

I gulped again and tipped forward. He steadied my hips as I balanced over my heels and grabbed my ankles.

I arched my back so my ass pointed right in his face. He squatted behind me gliding his hands up and down my legs, between my thighs, and over my hips. “Mmm! You are so fucking hot, baby!”

I panted for breath. I felt hot and ready for him to fuck me, but that was never his way.

He always took his time, especially when it came to what he called my submissive “training”.

He liked to give me orders and watch me carry them out. He liked to exercise his control over everything I did. That was his idea of foreplay…before we actually got to the foreplay.

He finally straightened up still standing behind me. He stood at the perfect height to fuck me. I could barely stand the anticipation waiting to see what he would do.

He stroked up my sides and his hands followed the curves of my waist, up my ribs, and down to my hips.

“Beautiful,” he breathed. “Absolutely picture perfect. How do you feel bending over for me like that?”

I had to think about it. I didn’t want to repeat myself by saying I felt sexy. That seemed beside the point right now. “I feel…..” I trailed off. I couldn’t think of anything to say.

Harlan chuckled under his breath so I guess my not answering didn’t offend him. “Stand up, baby.”

I straightened up and he turned me the rest of the way to face him. He kissed me again.

His eyes looked even sharper and more hawkish than usual. His eyes sparkled with that wicked commanding fire that he got when he felt really dominant.

He rubbed my arms again and then my shoulders. His hands felt warm and strong and powerful. He brought them to my neck and then down my bare chest.

He rested one scorching palm against my sternum right above my breasts. That feeling crushed me with the certainty that I was sinking into a deep state of submission to anything he wanted.

“Would you like to show me what a good submissive you are, Chelsea?”

I nodded and then remembered. “Yes, Sir.”

He took my hand and led me into the living room. He guided me to the recliner.  

A mischievous smirk curled his lips while he stripped off his jacket and laid it aside. He undressed right in front of me until he stood stark naked before me.

His chiseled body radiated power and masculinity. He could own a room even when he wasn’t wearing anything.

He kissed me one more time and then sat down in the recliner. He kicked it back until he lay almost parallel to the floor. He shot me one more determined look and then shut his eyes. “Worship my body.”

I blinked down at him. “What?”

He pretended not to hear my lapse in protocol. He told me to address him as Sir when we acted as dominant and submissive at my place. He said I could get severely punished if I didn’t, but he didn’t even open his eyes. “I said…worship my body.”

“Umm……” I floundered to understand what he meant. Worship his body? What did that mean?

He didn’t open his eyes. He rested his hands on the recliners’ arms. His whole body relaxed.

What was I supposed to do to worship his body? I adored his body…mostly for the pleasure it gave me during sex. I also admired how dedicated he was to taking care of himself….but worship it?

How was I supposed to do that when he was lying in a recliner?

I thought fast. How could I show him how I felt about his body? How did I feel about his body? I wasn’t even sure. I didn’t know enough about this whole submissive business to know where to begin.

I ran through a few impossible scenarios like rubbing lotion into his whole body or washing his hair. I discarded them outright. I had to think about the recliner’s leather upholstery.

I finally decided on some gentle stroking. That always felt good when he did it to me and that would give me time to decide what to do next.

I walked around the recliner and positioned myself at his head. I placed my hands down on either side of his chest and stroked downward to his stomach. I kept my touch light and gentle the way he did. That always felt good.

I did his chest a few times and then migrated up to his neck and head. When I came to his neck and shoulders, something switched in my mind and I started to rub harder.

I ended up massaging his neck and the back of his head. He groaned in pleasure so I must have been doing something right.

I continued on to his shoulders and massaged them, too. I started to work down his arms and swiveled to the side again when the same switch flipped in my brain. I didn’t want to give him a full-body massage. That wasn’t body worship to me.

I knelt down by the recliner and stroked his chest and stomach again.

Now that I could see his face from the front, I realized that I was worshiping his body.

My feelings plunged into a deep submissive mindset. I only felt that a few times, but this was so much more powerful than anything I experienced before.

 I glided my hands up and down his chest, threaded my fingertips into his chest hair, and savored the deep feeling of adoration and worship of his masculinity.

I worshiped the masculine that he represented. He was the divine male and I was the soft, receptive female counterpart to his strength and determination.

My hands crept lower to his hips. I dragged my fingertips down his thighs and up. His cock stirred in its bed of hair. It started to swell.

I circled his stomach, and when I made my way back to his chest, I took a chance and teased his nipples. His cock stood straight up and the veins started to pulsate with hot blood. I must be doing it right.

I played with his nipples for a while, but that wasn’t enough, either. This business of worship had to end with him receiving his pleasure. That was my function as his submissive—to please him—wasn’t it?

I leaned in and took one of his nipples in my mouth. I sucked it and licked it trying to excite him, but once I did that, I knew I couldn’t stop.

I dragged my mouth, tongue, and face over his chest and stomach. Every inch of his body seemed so divine and immaculately beautiful. I had to worship it and stimulate it and excite it as much as it excited me.

My pussy ached with desire. My being vibrated with so much burning hunger for him, but not necessarily for sex. I wanted to keep worshiping at the altar of his body.

I migrated down his stomach, but I didn’t take his cock with my mouth. That seemed to be going too far.

I gave his thighs and stomach big, wet, hot kisses with my whole mouth. I made my way back up to his stomach, but when I kissed the sensitive skin above his hip, his cock spasmed and bumped my cheek.

I took the signal and my fingers closed around it. I straightened up and feasted my eyes on his face as I started stroking him.

His body spread before me like a king for me to worship. He was like a god and I was his fervent servant worshiping at the altar of cock. Everything I could do to it and with it would give him pleasure….as it should be.

I used both hands to stroke the skin all the way down to the base and over the taut head. He lay still, but his finger flexed on the chair arms and his knuckles went white.

I worked it just a little harder and a little faster. Could I make him cum right here on the recliner? Did he want me to? Was that his idea of worship—getting him off?

I quickened my pace just a little more and his chest strained. His stomach tightened into a washboard of muscle. I prepared to take it in my mouth and suck him when he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hands away. I couldn’t think what I did wrong, but he didn’t say anything.

He swung his legs to either side of the chair and got to his feet. He stepped off the recliner and stood before me without a trace of a smile.

His eyes flashed even more dangerously. He dipped his eyes once toward the floor. “On your knees.”

I bent my legs and lowered myself to the floor in as dignified a way as I could. I knelt before him and looked down at the floor the way he trained me to, but he cupped my chin and pulled my head up to face him.

He grazed his thumb down my cheek and his eyes drilled into my soul. “Who do you serve as your dominant?”

My heart choked looking up at him like this. “You, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

 He dropped his hand and straightened up. “Worship me.”

I gulped. He could only mean one thing with his rock hard cock pointing at my mouth.

I snuck forward and touched my tongue to it. It really seemed like something holy that I could only hope to serve the way it deserved.

It represented something sent from heaven to give pleasure. Now it was my turn to shower it with as much love and adoration as possible. I had to pleasure it with all my heart to show my gratitude for the pleasure it gave. That only seemed right…right?

I looped my tongue around its raging shaft. My heart ached with so much worshipful adoration that I almost had an orgasm right there.

I opened my mouth wide and let its long, stiff length glide along my tongue to my deepest throat.

Harlan stared down at me from above. His eyes held me in an awed trance as I bathed his steaming hot cock with my saliva.

I coiled my tongue around it and drew back to the rigid tip. I sucked it and tasted the delectable tang of his cum. I wanted it all in my mouth. I wanted to take it all—all of him.

I stroked deeper and worked my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I inhaled it all the way into my throat and went at it with all my might.

I sucked and slobbered and worked it with my hand. I could only hope to suck him well enough to make him cum. That would be the true mark of success.

He glared down at me from on high. He watched me suck his cock in abject submission, but it didn’t feel degrading or humiliating at all.

I felt vulnerable and emotionally sensitive to him at that moment, but in some strange way, worshiping him felt like I might be elevating myself into something like a spiritual heaven on earth.

I felt cleansed, healed, and transformed into something so much better than I was before. I felt incredibly humbled as though I was in the presence of someone truly divine.

He was just a man, but maybe every man was as important and special and divine as he was. Maybe everyone was, including me.

Right now, his cock, his blessed masculinity was all mine to worship, mine to serve, mine to suck as much as I wanted to.

I cupped his balls and rolled the skin in my fingers. I sucked him all the way into my throat and his thickness cut off my breath. I massaged his shaft with my throat muscles and reveled in the throbbing hardness of his shaft.

I gazed up into his eyes hoping he could see how much I wanted him, how much I adored him at this moment.

He raised his hand and caressed my cheek and my heart cracked with emotion.

A surge of love and desire ripped my heart in half, but just then, he pushed me back.

He drew his cock out of my mouth and saliva ran down my chin. It made me so fucking hot that I felt like I might cum kneeling on the floor at his feet.

He turned back to the recliner and sat down. He swung his legs onto the footrest and leaned back. His cock pointed up toward the ceiling. “Come here, baby.”

I rose to my feet and approached him. He unfastened my garters, hooked his thumbs in my panties, and tugged them down. He held them apart for me to step out of, and when he laid them aside and I stood up again, he refastened my garters for me.

He took hold of my hips and steered me down onto the recliner. He spread my legs to straddle my knees over his shaft.

My pulse quickened when I realized what he was going to do. He angled his cock between my legs and I collapsed onto him in grateful release.

I sobbed and swayed in the delicious bliss of feeling him filling me to bursting. He rocked on the recliner and his cock drove me to the stars. My body felt so complete, so fulfilled, now that I could finally worship him with my whole self.

My body became a temple for him to reach his full pleasure, and for that, I must be perfect. My pleasure was perfect and holy, too.

He gripped my hips with his powerful fingers and shoved me back and forth on his wicked spike. He stabbed into my core and wrung the screams of bliss from my throat.

I arched back and let my body take over as one crashing wave of orgasmic fulfillment took me over. If he was divine, then he found his manifestation in me. My body was his and my climaxes were his.

What can I say? There will be name-calling.

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Daddy's girl came out of the back room at 1pm as scheduled.

Daddy was out in the yard cutting dead limbs off the trees with his chainsaw.

Daddy's girl went to the kitchen to make Daddy's lunch and make him his favorite lemonade because he'd been working so hard.

She planned to take it outside to give to him and maybe put a smile on his face, but when she was in the middle of making his sandwich, he walked through the front door.

She turned around and smiled at him.....and her smile immediately vanished when she saw the expression on his face. He was not happy at all.

He walked over to her, pounded half the glass of lemonade without even looking at her, and then jutted his chin toward the other room.

"Come with me, little girl," he said in that voice that told her that she was in trouble—big trouble.

He walked off to the bedroom and she followed. Her heart was pounding and cold sweat broke out on her palms when he pulled the toy box out from under the bed.

He took out the padded wrist cuffs with the faux sheepskin lining, but she knew right away that this was not for playtime.

He glared at her when he turned around and started unbuckling the cuffs. He didn't have to tell her to hold out her wrists for him while he buckled them on.

He walked behind her and used the double-headed snaffle to clip the cuffs together behind her back. Then he went back to the toybox and took out the ball gag.

He took hold of her elbow and led her to the corner of the room, turned her around to face him, and dipped his chin to the floor. "Kneel," he commanded.

She struggled to control her trembling lips as she sank to her knees in the corner. Whatever he had in mind would be really bad. She just didn't know what she did to make him mad, but it must have been something really bad.

He stood over her and barely looked at her while he untangled the leather straps and buckle for the gag. "Do you know why you're here, little girl?" he muttered.

"No, Daddy," she whimpered.

He raised his fierce eyes and locked on hers. "I saw you through the window just now. You were supposed to be working, but you were watching a YouTube video instead. We talked about that, didn't we?"

She gulped and tried to lower her eyes. "Yes, Daddy."

Quicker than lightning, he seized her by the throat, shoved her head back against the wall, and pinned her there. "You made Daddy a promise and you broke that promise. Didn't you?"

She couldn't keep the tremor out of her voice and tears stung her eyes. "Yes, Daddy."

"You know what happens when you break Daddy's rules, don't you?" he growled.

"Yes, Daddy," she sobbed.

"You hurt yourself by letting yourself down, but you hurt me by not honoring your promise. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sir," she whimpered.

"You deserve to be punished for that, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied and a tear squeezed from the corner of her eye.

"I'm the one who should be crying right now," he snapped. "You have nothing to cry about. You brought this on yourself."

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned.

He let go of her throat very roughly and she slumped. She bowed her head in defeat. She couldn't face him, but he wouldn't let her get out of her punishment.

He straightened up and arranged the gag straps so they would be ready to put around her head.

"Your punishment, little girl, is that you have to kneel there and watch me jack off without touching me. You should be the one sucking my cock and taking it in the ass while I fuck you. You should be taking my cum inside you and down your throat, but you aren't worthy of that. You broke your promise and now you don't get to taste my cum the way you should. I hope you're happy."

Her head shot up and tears poured from her eyes. "No, Daddy! Please, no! Anything but that! Please.....I'll do anything....."

"You would do anything except keep your promise to me. Now, I don't want to listen to you begging for something you don't deserve. Open your mouth."

"Daddy....." she moaned. "Please.....I'll be good! I promise. Please......I need you so bad...."

"You should have remembered that before you broke your promise. Now open your mouth before I make it ten times worse for you."

She sobbed in earnest, but there was nothing to do but open her mouth. He shoved the ball in and started strapping the buckle behind her head. He yanked it extra hard and made her yelp in pain, but she deserved that, too.

Her vision blurred with the tears streaming from her eyes, but he wasn't finished by a long shot. He took a step back and started unbuttoning his fly.

"You're going to keep your eyes open the whole time. You're going to keep your eyes on my cock and watch every stroke. Do you understand, you disobedient little bitch? You look and see the cock you should be sucking right now. You're going to watch and see my cum being wasted because you're too bratty to do what you're told. Do I make myself clear?"

She nodded and a muffled choking sound came from behind the gag, but she made sure to keep her eyes open when he pulled his cock out of his briefs and started stroking it.

He got hard almost immediately and her heart ached watching him roll the skin up and down his shaft. She yearned to feel him in her mouth with his fingers clenched in her hair. She craved to taste his cum on her tongue and his warm load shooting down her throat, but it was not to be—not this time.

"Do you see this, you little slut?" he growled. "Do you see this cock? Do you see what you could be sucking on right now? I could be bending you over the bed right now and pounding your juicy little cunt, but instead, you're on your knees crying because you disobeyed your Master."

She sobbed in muffled bursts in between blinking the tears out of her eyes. She really let herself and her Master down by being a lazy, disloyal, and disobedient slave. He deserved better from her.

He stroked faster and harder. He crushed his cock between his fingers and started panting harder as he tensed to cum.

"You don't deserve this cock, little girl," he snarled through gritted teeth. "You don't deserve my cum. You don't deserve to serve me as your Master if you could disobey me like this. Do you understand?"

She nodded, but she could only stare in horror as he jerked faster and faster. He gave a sudden spasm and then, with expert precision, he slid his fingers to the very end of his cock and came into his own hand. He didn't even dignify her with shooting his load in her face or anywhere near her.

He caught it, wiped it off, and then walked away. He left her kneeling there sobbing her eyes out. As soon as he left the room, she buckled, let her chin fall on her chest, and broke down completely.

He left her there for a long time, and when he came back, he had his pants zipped up as though the punishment never happened. He didn't even let her see his cock.

He took hold of her elbow. "Stand up."

She got to her feet and he busied himself unbuckling the gag and cuffs. He put everything back in the toy box, slid the toy box under the bed, and came back over to her.

"Now come into the kitchen and make Daddy's lunch. I'm hungry."

She followed him back to the kitchen, all thought about putting a smile on his face long gone.

He sat down at the table and she put his sandwich in front of him. She went back to the counter, made him a fresh glass of lemonade, and put that by his plate.

"Sit down, little girl," he ordered. "I want to talk to you."

She sank into the chair adjacent to his across the table corner, but she didn't dare to look at him. She was in disgrace and for good reason.

"Tell me what you're working on today," he began.

She cleared her throat, but even when she found the will to speak, her voice still trembled. "I'm....working on.....that epic fantasy contract I told you about.....the one about the underground prison."

"How is it coming along?" he asked.

She nodded. "Pretty well. I'm about halfway done."

"Good girl. I'm going back outside and you're going to go back to work. I'm going to go work in the barn for a while, but you're going to stay on task and not screw around while I'm gone. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir," she mumbled down at her hands.

"Good girl. I expect better, and if you do your job, I'll reward you when I come back to the house."

"Yes, Master," she murmured.

He pushed his chair back and stood up, finished his lemonade, bent over the table, and kissed the side of her face. "Be a good girl while Daddy's gone. I'll see you in a few hours." And he left.