Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
He peppered her ass with three quick slaps, moving them around.
“It already is better than anything I’ve had, Sir. I didn’t…I didn’t realize how much I needed this,” she said, her voice shaky. “I haven’t gotten spanked since my training, and it didn’t feel like this.”
The only reason to come to a club like this was to serve a need deep inside, to find acceptance inside a community of like-minded people. What had happened to Dee? He wanted to push her, to figure out her situation, but that served his needs, not hers.
If he gave her what she required, would she dismiss him at the end of the night? Or would she take the mask off and get real with him.
Was this feeling what he’d been chasing all his life?
Another two smacks. He kept a careful count. “I’ve had a sub before, but it was more about training. I was the one being trained, of course.”
Her lips curled up, and then she huffed out a laugh as he spanked her again. “I like how open you are. Sometimes Doms don’t admit they need any training at all. Like they were born knowing how to spank a girl.”
“Or a guy.” He slowed down because they were approaching the end of her punishment. One more smack, and this time he held his hand to her cheek, feeling the ample curve of her arse. “I trained with her for six months and then I bounced around. Being in the Army isn’t conducive to having a D/s relationship in a long-term sense. One more, love. Are you ready?”
“If I say no, will you keep going?” she asked.
He smacked her pretty cheek hard, sending a shiver through her. “No, because there’s something else I need. I want you naked and bound. I want to frustrate you in the sweetest way. You say you haven’t experienced what you should have. Well, I’m going to change that tonight. Stand.”
She raised herself up. Her skin was flushed, and her hair mussed. She looked like sex to him. “You’re a bossy man.”
He wasn’t. He was an easygoing man. He’d learned from a young age his size alone intimidated people, so he had to carefully control himself. He kept his anger in check along with all those other pesky emotions. He was the guy who never let anything shake his calm. Calm was getting boring. “You remember what I said. Turn around and I’ll get you out of your corset. Unless you want me to cut it off you. I’ve got a wicked-sharp knife. It would be quicker.”
She seemed to take the threat seriously, turning and holding her arms out so he could easily get at the stays. “Not my corset. I’m already going to have to have it cleaned. I would prefer not to have to replace it. I’m afraid things haven’t been easy on the job front.”
He quickly worked the ties, a skill he’d learned at the hands of his training sub. She’d been slightly older and kind. He’d enjoyed his relationship with her, including some fairly filthy sex.
But nothing had ever sparked him the way Dee did.
“Then I’ll be careful.” He wanted to ask her about her job, but he’d pushed her enough on the question front. It was easy to see the woman was wary. As he had no intention of this being some damn moment out of time, he needed to show her what he could offer.
Pleasure.
She wanted D/s sex, he could give it to her.
He eased the corset over her head and set it aside. He pushed her hair back and did what came naturally, running his hands along her shoulders before lowering his mouth to kiss the nape of her neck. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. You walked into the room and there was no one else in it for me.”
A slow breath shuddered through her. “Thank you, Sir. I’m afraid I haven’t been my normal, confident self lately. Thank you for giving that back to me. If it helps, you should know when I saw you in the lounge, I knew you were a tree I wanted to climb.”
The words sent a chuckle through him, and he allowed his hands to move around her torso, cupping her breasts. She leaned back in against him.
He went to kiss her cheek, but the mask was in the way. “Can we get rid of these masks, Dee? I don’t think we need them.”
She went stiff in his arms. “It’s not allowed.”
“We’re alone, and the rules are adaptable.” It was the nature of D/s. They made their own rules.
She stepped away from him. “I want to keep mine, Sir. I’m playing a part tonight, one I don’t ever get to play.”
“It’s not a role. It’s a part of you.”
“It feels very much like a role. I can’t…” she began.