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by Sydney St. Claire


  “Yes.” Her voice sounded low and sultry. And some great sex besides. She didn’t say that, of course. He dropped his hands to his sides. Her breasts tingled and ached at the loss of his touch. She bit her lower lip to keep from begging him to touch her, there or anywhere. He trailed his fingers beneath her tank and once again, cupped her breasts, melding flesh to flesh. She barely swallowed her whimper of pleasure.

  “One session isn’t going to give you a complete picture. I want you to commit to a week. Today is Monday. We go through Sunday.” He rubbed her warm, tingling nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

  “A week?” Moisture dribbled from her pussy at the thought of having Tucker for a week. Had she ever been so turned on that she’d gotten this wet before starting the sexual act? Not ever. She trembled with excitement, and her insides clenched in anticipation.

  His cat-like gaze held hers. “I’ll be your Dom. You’ll learn what it means to be submissive. I’ll expect you to follow the rules we agree upon. Be warned, Gina. I’ll also push you a bit harder and further than you might be comfortable with.”

  His hands eased over her belly and around to glide over her ass. “There won’t be romance or warm-ups, unless it’s in my plan. From the time you walk in the door, you’re mine. I determine the when, the where, and the how. If I order you to get onto the spanking bench, you’ll do so. If I ask you to touch your clit and come for me, you’ll do so. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  Good heavens, how could she think when her mind had just exploded. She understood very well, and couldn’t wait. Damn, one of her fantasies was about to become real. As a teen, she’d fantasized often about having sex with Tucker. He’d been out of reach then, and up to now, she’d put away all desire for romance. How was it possible that, after all this time, he was offering a week of sex?

  “Yes,” she breathed, eager for his touch when he lifted her skirt.

  “You’re job for the next week is to give yourself over to me completely. Leave all your preconceived notions behind and open your mind to possibilities. I’m going to demand that you don’t think, just feel and experience.”

  The air brushed her damp thighs, and she bit her lower lip to keep from moaning. Damn, she was feeling, all right, and if they didn’t get to it, she might orgasm from the thoughts running through her head. “I agree,” she whispered, her gaze focused on her skirt rising higher and higher until, once again, her mound of golden curls glinted in the bright overhead lights. What a gal wouldn’t do in the name of research?

  “Good.” He grabbed the elastic waistband and in one smooth motion, had it sliding over her butt and sinking to the floor. “Before we get started, we should go over some rules.”

  “Like safewords?”

  He smiled. “Yes. Your safeword is red. I also want to be sure you understand how the D/s relationship works before we go into the playroom.” Her tank joined her skirt, and his hands trailed down her sides, snagged her wrists, and silently ordered her to clasp them behind her back once more.

  Regina found it a bit disconcerting to be staring at her naked body in the mirror and seeing evidence of her arousal. The brightness of her eyes, her parted lips, the pose with her knees spread, breasts thrust out, nipples jutting proudly was shocking. But combined with his hands roaming over her, his fingers tunneling through her pubic curls, it became the most erotic sight she’d ever seen. And that was not a word she’d have applied to herself.

  “Soon, I’ll reward you with your first orgasm. After you tell me your understanding of what a power exchange involves?”

  This time she couldn’t stifle her moan. Oh yes, please, reward me. Damn, she was a throbbing mass of screaming nerves. She silently urged him to slide that finger down an inch more and touch her aching clit. Though tempted to thrust out her hips and make him please her, she didn’t. Rules.

  She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. “A power exchange is where a Dom needs to be in control sexually though some dominant males or females need and expect total control twenty-four/seven. You obviously don’t need that?”

  “No, being dominant in the bedroom is enough for me and what I require. Continue.” He shifted his hips behind her.

  “A sub—” Her voice jumped to a squeak when he unsnapped his jeans and pulled the zipper down. His hard cock sprang out and brushed her fingers. A tap of his hand to her flank reminded her he was waiting. Her heart pounded in her ears. “A sub is willing to give up control for a set amount of time, usually a session. In my case, it would be for a week, when we meet to play. In return for giving a Dom the control and power he needs, a subs needs are also met.”

  She stared into his eyes. “Each person gets what they want, but in a way, it’s the submissive who is in control, because if she doesn’t relinquish power to the Dom, there is nothing between the Dom and sub.”

  Tucker smiled. “Very good. You have and understand the basics.” His hands glided down each thigh.

  “I get a reward?”

  He chuckled. “If you are a good student, you’ll have all the rewards you can handle.”

  She sucked in her breath when his fingers curled and eased into the seam between her lips. He spread her open. “Ah, you have a very pretty, pink pussy. Tell me, pet. Are you wet?”

  “You know I am,” she whimpered, loving the way his eyes went from deep and mysterious to a lighter sheen that reminded her of blue fog. It was incredibly sexy to see a man touching her, revealing just how wet and turned on she was, even if it was also a very uncomfortable sight. She glanced away to focus on his face.

  Tucker glanced up. Frowned. “Nope. I want you to watch what I do, pet. Eyes down here.” He tugged at her lips, pinching lightly. She gasped and then obeyed. Her responses so far pleased him. Her breathing was uneven, her color rosy and the pulse point in her neck pounding. His sexy neighbor was hot, and her body weeping with need. He’d bet the house his little Gina had the heart of a sub. All he had to do was deepen his voice to a low rumble, and she shivered and was helpless to do anything except what he asked.

  His gaze returned to her pink slit, gleaming with the creamy moisture gathering around her glistening pussy. He struggled to keep his own reactions in check, but no amount of control could stop his dick from swelling and rubbing against her fingers.

  His plan had been to make her earn her first orgasm, to drive her to the peak over and over before he allowed her to come, but seeing her in the mirror, so soft, so sexy, so damn ready, there was no way in hell he could deny himself. He slid one long finger up through her wetness and found the tiny bundle of nerves.

  “Your clit is swollen and slick.” He drew little circles around her sensitive bud.

  Her hips bucked forward, seeking more. “Yes, Tucker.”

  His hand fell to his side. “Sir, or I stop.”

  Regina’s eyes went wide with horror. “I’m sorry, Sir. Please, more, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” His knees gently urged hers farther apart. She was open, exposed. His cock strained with the need to plunge into all that glorious wetness and be swallowed by her moist, pulsing heat.

  He shifted closer, his dick sandwiched against her lower back. One finger glided over her swollen nub. The other trailed up to cup a nicely rounded tit. He played with her perky tips, pulling, rolling, and pinching each nipple, gauging her reaction to the slight pain.

  Her gasps, and the way she jerked her hips, along with the sudden swelling of her clit confirmed she enjoyed a bit of roughness. He squeezed harder, and when she drew her lower lip into her mouth to keep from crying out, he bent his head. “That will not do, little sub. No holding back. I want your reactions. All of them.” He squeezed even harder.

  “Tuck—Sir!” She yelled his name. Her clit throbbed against his finger, and when he began stroking and circling, she gasped and whimpered.

  He purposely took her a bit closer to orgasm. “Are you ready to come, pet?”

  “Yes.” She panted, thrusting her hips forward, demanding more. />
  “I forgot to mention one of my rules.” His finger pressed harder, circled faster.

  She knew what was coming, even as her body shot her toward that peak. She shook her head. “No!”

  Chapter Four

  “Ah, you have done your research. Then you should have remembered that you are not allowed to come until I give you permission.” Tucker licked the inside of Regina’s ear. “Unless, of course, you’re willing to accept your punishment. Are you going to come without permission, my naughty sub?”

  Dammit, yes, she was. She sensed her orgasm would be out of this world and more than worth his punishments. His finger on her clit circled faster, and when he unexpectedly pinched both her nipple and clit, she exploded like a firecracker.

  That bright explosion of pain sent Regina rocketing through a world of white, blinding light. The loud rush of wind in her ears blocked all sound as she arched back, her muscles locking, streaks of icy-hot prickles running down her thighs. Her clit swelled and strained against his fingers. She shrieked his name and gave herself over to Tucker completely. Nothing mattered but the glorious orgasm engulfing her.

  Deep inside, spasms still flared, shooting into her core and flowing into every cell in her body. She’d barely finished convulsing when Tucker lifted her from the floor and pushed her against the wall with her feet spread. He knelt in front of her, opened her, and licked her cream.

  The feel of his tongue lapping, stroking, flicking in and out of her pussy kept her on edge, and damn, when he sucked her sensitive clit into his mouth, he shot her into another orgasm. He sucked harder, and her body spasmed over and over. She was shaking, nearly in tears from sheer overwhelming pleasure. Her legs gave way.

  He caught her, banded his arms around her, and tipped her chin up. “Very responsive, pet. Beautiful. Now, comes the fun. Are you ready to be punished?”

  “That is so not fair,” she protested weakly. Holy shit, she had no idea she could orgasm like that. Her body still shook; the throbbing and spasms hadn’t abated. If he even looked at her clit, she might come again.

  “That is the way the game is played.” He yanked her toward him and kissed her hard and deep. His kiss wasn’t too wet, just enough moisture for his tongue to slip between her lips and claim her until she could only pant and gasp.

  He lifted his head. “Spanking bench. You know what to do. This time, you’ll see exactly what I do to my subs, especially sexy, disobedient subs.”

  Regina’s heart pounded. She’d known that spanking was part of the deal, otherwise why would he have a spanking bench? At the doorway to the playroom, she glanced over her shoulder. “You’re not going to spank too hard, are you? This is only research.”

  And some good, hot sex if the preview was anything to go by. Her gaze dropped. He still wore his jeans, but they were open and his cock stood at proud attention. Both her mouth and pussy watered as she gave in and feasted her gaze on his long shaft, twined with ropey veins. Her fingers opened and closed, imagining him filling her palm. God, he had a magnificent cock. She licked her lips, eager to suck that plump head into her mouth.

  Like a jungle cat stalking prey, he padded toward her, each step slow and deliberate. “Like what you see?”

  God, all those rippling muscles. “Oh, yeah. Um, yes, Sir. I like very much.”

  Once again, he tipped her chin, forcing her gaze to his. “My way, pet. Remember, if you don’t do what I ask, when I ask, I will take matters into my own hands. Unless you use the safeword, you are mine until I end the session.”

  His. His meaning was clear. A, get herself on the bench or he’d put her there, and B, don’t question what he did or had in mind. Unless she used her safeword, and she wasn’t going to do that unless he really scared her, she was at his mercy.

  And merciful heavens, one look from those compelling eyes, and she was as malleable as a warm ball of wax. She’d do anything for another orgasm like the others. She padded to the bench on trembling legs, drew in a deep breath, and lay across the cold leather, trying to position herself exactly as he had earlier. Had he raised the end? Her ass felt higher than before, or maybe, she just felt more vulnerable being naked.

  “The things writers will do for research,” she muttered as he once again fastened her down, a bit more snug this time.

  “Think of all the feelings you can add to who was it? Lisa? Or was it Melissa on the bench?”

  “They’re history. New woman. Jessica.” She tensed when he ran a hand down the slope of her back.

  “Ah, Jake and Jessica. Cute.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “It’s a Valentine story. It’s supposed to be cute and light. You know, true love, romance, happy ever after—”

  She clamped her mouth shut. She was babbling. God, what was he doing? She could barely breathe. Would he give her warning or would he just start spanking. No warm ups, he’d warned. Not unless he chose.

  “Relax, pet. I promise you’ll like this. Remember, in return for putting yourself in my care, your needs come before mine. A good Dom wants his sub to continue to hand over control and power, and that isn’t going to happen unless the Dom meets his subs every need.”

  “I’m trying, Tu—Sir. It’s not easy.” And yet, she’d found it incredibly satisfying to put herself in his hands. That still surprised her. She’d had no trouble saying no to her husband, especially when he assumed that, because they were married, he didn’t have to bother with her needs. Why was she so compliant with this man?

  Tucker, standing behind the spanking bench, absorbed the beauty of Regina’s rounded ass and her creamy pussy. His dick strained and bobbed, and he longed to drive himself into her glorious, wet heat. Her taste was still in his mouth and nostrils. Blood pounded a fast tempo in his head and for just a moment, he felt like the king of the jungle. He grinned and decided not to beat on his chest and give a triumphant yell, but fuck, the primal lust raging in his body made it hard to stay calm.

  He palmed her cheeks, lifted, and spread them apart. Her sharp intake of air sounded at the same time as his whooshed out. He couldn’t have torn his gaze from her gleaming slit, the swollen flesh visible inside her pussy. All he had to do was plunge two fingers in to get a glimpse of heaven. Normally, he’d have done just that, but for some reason, Gina strained his control. If he gave in to temptation, allowed her pussy to grip his fingers, pulse around him, and coat him with her cream, he’d be lost. Tonight wasn’t about him.

  “Now, for the first part of your punishment.” He pulled a table close, lifted the towel, and picked up a pink, gel vibrator with clit ticklers. “Remind me why you’re being punished?” He teased her slit with the tip of the vibrator.

  “You made me come.” A thread of resentment crept into her voice. “Totally unfair—”

  He eased the toy inside her pussy and flipped it on. Her accusation morphed into a loud squeak of shock, then gasps and pants. “Like my toy, pet?” He upped the speed.

  Her cry of pleasure was his answer, and as soon as she wiggled her hips, started rhythmically thrusting, he turned the vibrator off. She protested. He grinned. “You didn’t control yourself earlier, so it will be up to me to determine when you may come. That’s part one of your punishment.” He flipped it back on.

  “Part one?” She whimpered.

  The sight of her body contracting and releasing around the vibrator sent his balls slamming into his throat. The pain left him breathless, and it took a moment before he could speak.

  “This is part two.” He lifted his hand and brought it down. The bright slap of flesh against flesh mingled with her cry of shock.

  Regina jumped. She’d have fallen off the bench had she not been restrained. “Hey, that hurt.” She was surprised at the sting and flare of heat spreading across her butt. She’d been lost in the delicious sensation of the vibrator buzzing inside her pussy, her clit being teased, and the knowledge that she was on her way to experiencing another mind-blowing orgasm. The shock of being spanked, thrown from pleasure to pain left her co
nfused, nervous, and even a bit afraid.

  About to tell him she’d changed her mind, even if it meant using her safeword, she lifted her head and tried to glance over her shoulder, but when he turned the vibrator up, sent it wiggling faster, the humming deeper, she moaned and threw her head back, panting as her body edged closer to another climax.

  Smack.

  Her moan rose into a shriek. Her left cheek burned, and deep in her core, lust spun like a whirlpool intent on dragging a ship into its depths. Before she could speak, even gasp air to speak, he’d landed two more. Her ass was on fire, and to her shock, all that heat found its way into her center, then flared outwards. She contracted her muscles in response, and the pressure she applied to her clit, along with the vibrator was nearly enough to send her over.

  God, her research had been right. Pain whipped need into raging lust. “I’m going to come,” she cried out. Nothing mattered except her next orgasm.

  The moment she spoke, the vibrator flipped off. And was removed. The pain of its loss made her gasp as though she’d just injured herself. “No! Please, Sir.” Her inner muscles continued to tighten in response to her aching clit.

  “Very good, pet. You’ve warned me. That is exactly what you should do. But we’re not done yet. I think you can easily handle another six spankings, don’t you?”

  “What?”

  “Agree, or you won’t find anymore relief tonight.”

  Tucker’s palms pressed against her sore cheeks, igniting tiny flashes of pain. The idea of not being rewarded with another orgasm wasn’t thinkable, doable, or acceptable. “I agree.”

  “Good. How many have I applied, Gina?”

  “Four,” she panted. God, each one still stung and burned.

  “Count for me, pet.”

  Whack.

  Shit, was that last smack harder? The pain went from ass to clit faster than she could draw air into her burning lungs. “Five.” She moaned. To her shock, she wiggled her hips as though inviting the next. No, she was just trying to get relief. She surely did not like being spanked.

 

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