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by Brynn Paulin


  Not really. She couldn’t ignore how conspicuously silent her phone had been today. A few times she’d even checked to be sure it was still on. If he didn’t call, she’d go on, strong in the discoveries she’d made last night. It wasn’t power inside her. It was strength. She didn’t need to prove herself to anyone, including herself. She was just great as-is. And in that alone, she had power—not control, keep that away. She was strong and in that she gathered power.

  It was incredible and it bolstered her great mood. Who’d have thought? A submissive having power? She’d never understood the possibility before. But the Dom from the Pleasure Palace had taught her. She had worth and great power in her femininity. She had inner strength she’d never imagined.

  Confidence flowed through her and today she’d handed over work to her administrative assistant, work the assistant was supposed to do anyway. Jessica had just never let her.

  She didn’t have to oversee everything. She’d never understood that before.

  The discipline and pleasure she’d received at Pleasure Palace last night was never far from her mind. She reveled in and wanted more. She liked belonging to the dungeon master. It had been a mistake to leave. She should have stayed to see what he said. Maybe negotiated something for the future… Now what? She didn’t even know his name. How would she ever find him and throw herself at his feet, if need be? She suspected that might be necessary. The fact that her phone remained ominously quiet said to her that he was pissed. This wasn’t a blow off… this was anger.

  He’d shown her so clearly that she craved being beneath him. She needed to be his—charge and control taken from her. The relief she felt today was unbelievable. Though she’d spent the night strenuously fucking, she was more rejuvenated than when she’d returned from her vacation last month.

  Of course on that vacation, she’d worried constantly about her projects. The mental vacation at her master’s hands was refreshing. Except it wasn’t just that. Knowing the pleasure she gave with her obedience to him, knowing she had the power—yes, the power—to fill his needs with only her willingness to literally and figuratively go to her knees healed years of poor self-worth. She didn’t fool herself into believing all her self-image problems had miraculously disappeared. Some things took more time. Hopefully, it could be with his tutelage.

  Swinging around her desk, she decided to look up Madam Zelda on the internet and see if she could get another reading. Accidentally, she came across a site on tarot card meanings. Well, maybe before she scheduled that reading, she’d verify what the psychic had said. When looking for answers, meanings could be attributed to anything.

  Hadn’t she learned to have faith by now?

  Shaking her head at her persistent pessimism, she opened the web page for the Three of Wands. It was all as the woman had said…learning to have faith, okay she was working on it. New partnership, well hopefully. Exploration, was there ever. Peace with the past, emotional calm…

  She stared at the last two interpretations, again reminding herself that no card stood alone—that’s what Keera said—and that it wasn’t common for every possible meaning of the card to be fulfilled. Successful conclusion and informed courage to make a difficult decision.

  She needed informed courage to achieve the successful conclusion she wanted most. And she might need a little luck too. Closing the website, she reached for her purse and a card she’d snagged from Pleasure Palace. She’d contact them and find him. Yes, he was probably angry about how she’d gone but she’d beg forgiveness. She’d do whatever he ordered because she knew he wouldn’t do anything to harm her. She’d given him everything, even that power, when they were alone in private. She’d do it again.

  He’d forgive her. She knew it in her core.

  Pulling out the card, she lifted the phone to dial Pleasure Palace.

  The sound of the lock on her office door engaging startled her, quickly she hung up the phone. Ryan stood just inside the closed door, his hands on his hips as he stared at her with his mesmerizing gray eyes. A bolt of recognition shot through her and she started to tremble.

  Ryan! Her dungeon master was Ryan. Her psyche threw a triumphant fist into the air as joy flooded her. Yes!

  A slow smile curved his full lips as he realized her reaction. His eyes smoldered.

  “On your knees,” he growled.

  She hesitated. Oh God, it had been Ryan in the dungeon? What the hell must he think of her? Her boss? She’d fucked her boss. How had she not known it was him? Confusion speared through her happiness. What had she done? Yet given the opportunity, she’d do it again.

  Wasn’t this the opportunity?

  “Jessica,” he prompted. “Do you want to earn another punishment?”

  Another? What had she done? Well, yeah, he was pissed about her leaving. There was that.

  Without regard for where they were, she left her chair and knelt before him, her hands behind her back and her head lowered as she knew he wanted. She stared at his black wingtips.

  Slowly, he circled her. He prodded her knees further apart with his toes, forcing her skirt to ride up her thighs. The lacy tops of her stockings peeked from beneath the hem. Much higher and he’d discover she’d forgone panties this morning. Even a thong had seemed too much for her swollen flesh.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl today,” he told her. How had she not recognized his voice?

  “I haven’t,” she replied.

  “Did I give you permission to speak?”

  She shook her head absolutely bubbling with joy that she knew who he was and he’d come to her. He wanted more, otherwise he wouldn’t be here, demanding her obedience.

  “You have been bad. I’ve watched you tease every cock in this office today. They all want you.” He caught her hair in his hand and tilted her head back so she was forced to look into his eyes. “But you’re mine.”

  She nodded. Yes, yes, yes, she was his! How could he think any differently?

  “So what should your punishment be, hmm?” He released her hair and circled her while the possibilities filled her thoughts. Would he flog her again? Surely not here. She wasn’t sure her body could withstand it. She’d try, for him, if he insisted. Heat flooded through her and she fought the urge to squirm.

  “No, not after last night,” he continued, once again on the same page with her thoughts. “I had intended to take you to dinner tonight. Perhaps I should take you to the Palace and let you be dinner for the crowd. Either way, you’ll spend tonight shackled to my bed. I was not impressed by your disappearing act.”

  Her eyes went wide and her fingers clenched where they were joined behind her back. Resolutely, she kept her lips pressed together to keep from protesting. She didn’t want anyone other than Ryan but she’d given up her power to him. She knew if she said the word, he’d stop. He wouldn’t force her to let other men touch her. She could stop it.

  If she really wanted to. She wanted to please him. She’d already failed in that this morning. Whatever his choice, she’d comply. Her insides trembled knowing she was at the mercy of his decision.

  Quietly, she waited while her breathing accelerated. Her heart pounded. Her cleft flooded. She was so wet for him. The scent rose around her and she was sure he could smell it too. More than anything, she wanted him pounding into her like he had last night. Bent over, impaled from behind. All day, she’d thought of little aside from the ways he’d touched her and the ways he’d fucked her.

  “Stand,” he instructed.

  As gracefully as she could with her hands laced behind her, she complied, thankful for strong thigh muscles. She kept her feet the requisite shoulder-width apart. In her heels, with her arms in this position, her breasts pushed forward slightly straining the buttons on her blouse. The thick silk concealed enough that it wasn’t apparent that she wore a demi-bra which lifted and cupped the underside of her breasts but covered nothing. The brush of fabric over her nipples had kept her on edge all day.

  Ryan flicked open the top butto
n. His finger stroked the upper curve of a breast, nodding when she sucked in a breath. She loved his hands on her.

  “So sensitive. Good.” Going to her desk, he pulled something from his pocket and set on the surface. She tried to see around his shoulders but couldn’t without moving. She didn’t dare. She quickly returned her focus to the geometric patterns on the carpet when he turned.

  She wouldn’t worry. Ryan wouldn’t harm her. She knew that and she trusted him.

  “Take off your clothes,” he instructed.

  She looked around. The office door was locked. That wouldn’t stop the cleaning crew nor did it obstruct the view from her huge outside window, though she was fairly sure no one could see inside.

  “Stop delaying,” he ordered sharply.

  She swallowed hard, knowing she was close to earning a second punishment. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. Would another punishment be so bad? It had turned out well for her last night.

  Her fingers went to the buttons on her shirt. In moments, she stood in only her bra, stockings and shoes. His eyes turned smoky as he surveyed her. “Perfect.”

  Taking her hand, he led her to the desk. He’d laid out a jumble of wires, a remote and a tube of gel. “Do you know what this is?”

  She shook her head.

  He unscrewed the cap on the gel and dabbed a bit beneath each nipple. She gasped at the icy cold sensation when he applied it to her burning clit. “These are electrodes,” he explained holding up the wires. Studying the y-shaped wires, her stomach sank as apprehension filled her. Each end had a small, flat metal tip.

  He watched her, obviously waiting for her protest. She refused to give it. She controlled herself enough to keep still but she couldn’t slow her breathing.

  Rolling a tip between them, he tilted his head to meet her eyes. “Answer me aloud. You realize what this is, don’t you? You understand what it will do?

  She nodded her head, belatedly remembering to speak. “Yes…Master.”

  “Are you afraid, slave?”

  “A little.”

  He pressed a flat-tipped electrode to each of the gel locations, then tilted her chin so she looked at him. “You are my treasure. I will care for you always.”

  Her peace returned. He would treasure her always… He forgave her for leaving. It wouldn’t get her out of this yet things would be all right.

  Once again pocketing the remote, he moved to one of the arm chairs and pulled her to straddle him, her knees bent beside his hips. She fought back a groan at being so close to his cock, yet so far from it. She wanted him free of his clothes so that she could take him inside her and relive last night. It surprised her that she wondered if he’d brought the collar and leash. That alone had been strangely erotic.

  “I must also punish you when you are disobedient.”

  “I haven’t disobeyed,” she protested. She sucked in a breath, knowing she shouldn’t have spoken. His stormy gray eyes narrowed slightly as his jaw tightened.

  “Leaving my chamber without permission. Flaunting what is mine today… Perhaps I can’t fully hold that against you. I didn’t place my collar on you yesterday. You thought you might not see me again, didn’t you?”

  She nodded, though she wanted to argue that there hadn’t been a bit of flaunting. His irritation had obviously colored the way he’d viewed her today. Still, he was right on the other counts. Her cleft flexed at the thought of the collar he’d mentioned…his collar. Would he give it to her now that she’d disappointed him? He’d said she was his.

  She squirmed against her arousal. He was here with her. She could still barely believe it and being able to look at him without that mask was wonderful. It was so strange to look at Ryan, the man she’d silently lusted after, and know he was her dungeon master. He’d said he was there at Pleasure Palace for her. If only she’d known. They could have saved themselves months.

  She arched closer to him. The wires for his device draped down her abdomen, shifting with each breath and reminding her they remained secure.

  “Stay still.”

  She tried, oh she tried. Her pussy opened as the small muscles begged to be touched and filled. The gel tingled, sending vibrations to her womb.

  Ryan reached in his pocket and withdrew a heavy fall of gold links. A necklace. Glancing at him and the tension in his face, she knew better. This was no ordinary necklace. It was a collar.

  She swallowed around the tightness in her throat. Would he put it on her and make her completely his?

  “Will you give everything over to me, Jessica?” he asked. He pressed his finger to her lips to keep her from immediately answering. “Your heart, your body, your soul? Will you be completely mine? Think about it.”

  Think about it… He wanted everything. She wanted to give him everything too. She just didn’t know if she could.

  He laid the strand of thick links on the table beside them and removed the remote from his coat. “This has quite a few settings. We’ll start with the lowest power. I can choose which electrodes activate or set it to random.”

  He showed it to her as he flicked the switch to random. Her eyes went wide at the dial settings. Oh man. Ryan said he start with the lowest and she trusted him to know what she could handle. If he thought she could take this, she would, even if it pushed her limits. He’d never taken her past what she could take last night. Her trust was in him.

  “Look at me. Don’t look away. Don’t close your eyes.” He slid his thumb along the side of her face before he pulled the oh-so-familiar ball gag from his pocket—what the hell else did he have in his coat? “You’ll need this,” he said.

  Oh hell, how bad will this be? Fear gripped her. She couldn’t hide her apprehension. He disregarded it and jammed the ball inside her mouth, quickly fastening the strap. “If you close your eyes, I will stop. Nod if you understand.”

  Against everything that bellowed no, she did.

  “What you did was unacceptable. This is your punishment. Nod if you understand.”

  Slowly she complied.

  He flicked a switch on the remote. Setting it on the table next to the collar, he grabbed her hands, holding them together at the small of her back as the first jolt rocketed through her breasts.

  Taken by surprise, Jessica yelped. Pain laced through her, pulling her nipples into tight knots. Another immediately followed before the first had completely receded. This time she screamed, writhing above him, trying to pull her hands free and rake away the offending electrodes.

  “Easy,” he whispered, his gaze never leaving her. In the back of her sensation-fogged mind, she realized he was watching for distress. Watching to be sure he pushed her only as far as she could handle.

  She loved him. What a time to realize it.

  The next pulse surged into her clit. She groaned, tears pooling on her lower lids. Her hips jerked up and bumped into his groin, drawing a muffled groan from Ryan while the pulses twisted her into a maniacal lap dance. Suddenly, pleasure erupted through her dragging her toward the dark spiral of release. Her eyelids drooped.

  “Careful,” Ryan rasped. His grasp tightened as the jolts continued, moving intermittently between her nipples and clit, the initial pain long gone.

  Her eyes snapped wide at his command. The intensity in his gaze twined with the throbbing waves building inside her middle. The continued jolts shoved her closer and closer to the edge. She sobbed behind the ball trying to hold back her release as it clawed across her womb.

  “Let go,” Ryan commanded as a series of quick pulses tormented her. She exploded, her vision dimming though she fought to keep her eyes open. Her scream crowded out everything else in her head. Driving her higher while her cleft gushed around the empty space she needed filled so desperately.

  Boneless, she collapsed on him. The muscles in her arms and legs burned while a sheen of sweat coated her, trickling between her breasts.

  Reaching over, he turned off the remote as her orgasm subsided. He removed the gag. Carefully, h
e pulled the metal tabs from her. Without regard for the expensive material, he used his suit coat sleeve to wipe away the gel from her rock-hard breasts. Gently, he kneaded them before trailing his hands to her mound. His fingers slipped through her drenched folds, seeking her aroused bud.

  “Well done,” he murmured, gently kissing her. “Don’t leave me like that again.”

  “I won’t.” She lifted into him and opening to his probing tongue, wishing he’d give her permission to use her arms and wrap them around his neck. She settled for worshiping his mouth. She moaned, sucking him inside.

  She jumped a moment later when someone pounded on her office door.

  “Ryan!”

  Oh no. His brother Theo. And she was basically naked.

  “Just a minute!” Ryan called. “He wouldn’t be shocked by this, you know. He owns Pleasure Palace.”

  Standing, he set her on her feet and shucked off his suit coat. Her eyes widened as he wrapped it around her. The jacket, which smelled distinctly of Ryan and the cologne he wore, enveloped her, hanging past mid-thigh and wrapping around her with plenty of room to spare. He adjusted the top so her breast didn’t peek out of the gaping fabric.

  He smoothed the line that must have appeared on her forehead. “Contrary to what you may have read about this scene or my idle threat earlier, I don’t want anyone else to see you naked. And I certainly won’t share you. Even with my brother.”

  Good to know. His possessive nature prompted warm fuzzy feelings to worm through her. The feeling swamped her. She needed his arms around her again while he dragged her to the carpet and fully possessed her.

  Still she moved from direct view of the open door when Ryan went to let his brother in.

  “Is Jessica with you?” Theo demanded, barging past Ryan.

  So much for hiding.

  “I’m here,” she answered already feeling the blood rush to her face. There was nothing quite like getting caught fucking the boss by his boss and brother. Theo didn’t seem to notice her lack of attire.

 

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