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by Michelle

  “She asked me to tell you...she’ll be back in a few minutes. She didn’t say why.”

  Eyes fastened on the woman, he waited for the rest. He’d learned long ago that dominance and money could get him almost everything he wanted. It was all in the attitude.

  “She’s upset.” A long pause and the flash of a dirty look came and went before she added, “She’s crying.”

  “Where is she?” he snapped, coming to his feet as the waitress took a quick step back.

  “There’s a lounge just before the ladies restroom.” Something else came out of her mouth as he passed her but he didn’t wait for clarification.

  Kellie sat in a faded blue wing chair, her head in her hands. Mark leaned against the door frame of the plain square room, noting the two other empty chairs and a table designed to deal with babies and diapers. If she was crying, she was quiet about it, and for that he was thankful. Wanting to touch her but unsure as to what set her off, he squatted next to the chair and said her name.

  “Go away. I’ll be done in a few minutes.”

  Damn it, he’d intended to push her one miniscule step into exhibitionism, but not enough to cause a meltdown. He wanted her willing, not terrified. Hell, he just wanted her.

  “I’m sorry if I pushed too much.” He sucked in a hard breath and let it ease out. How many years had it been since he’d apologized for the way he was?

  Too many to count.

  “I push. It’s what I do, Kellie, and I forgot for a moment that you’re not used to it.”

  Still no response, just the rise and fall of her shoulders and the hitch in her breath. “Look at me, Kellie. Talk to me. I can’t fix it if you don’t talk to me.”

  A shiver ran through her body, a visible reminder of her relative innocence. Hands off, completely off, he waited until Kellie’s arms fell to her lap and she met his eyes.

  No tears, no red-rimmed eyes. If she hadn’t been crying, why was she huddled in the ladies lounge? “I was teasing, Kellie. I would never embarrass you in public, and this is an extremely public restaurant, despite the long tablecloths.”

  She nodded once.

  “Talk to me.” No more soft-voiced commiseration. He needed answers.

  The whisper of her voice so light he could barely hear the words. “I wasn’t prepared to like it.”

  Like an arrow to the chest, her words and confusion went straight to his heart. Fuck. He hadn’t planned to get tangled up with this little wisp of a woman with no experience. Now he didn’t think there was a chance in hell he’d escape with his soul intact. Not sure whether to reward or curse Dena for introducing them, he got to his feet and pulled Kellie up with him.

  At her ear, he murmured, “It’s okay to like what I do to you, little one. In fact, it makes me very happy when you tell me you appreciate my touch.”

  She leaned into him, all soft woman and dainty lady, and Mark gave up his reticence completely, taking her mouth until she whimpered against his chest. Separating from her, he said, “Our lunch should be ready. Let’s go eat and we’ll talk.”

  A hand at the small of her back, he led her to the table and she settled in the chair without a fuss. He couldn’t hide his smile when she picked up her fork and gave him a questioning look. He waited until she’d taken a bite. “What exactly are you hoping to learn from this experience?”

  He cut a piece of fish and placed it in his mouth while she chewed on her food and his question. The bite she’d taken might need a great deal of chewing while her thoughts processed and she came up with an answer.

  “There are many misconceptions about the BDSM community. I’m sure your research turned up more than a few questions.”

  Kellie swallowed hard and sipped her water, her eyes everywhere in the room. When she finally made eye contact, she looked hesitant.

  “Don’t be afraid to be honest, Kellie. I don’t bite.”

  “Honestly, I expected more, I mean, a sense of…oh hell. I thought it would be more violent. I mean, in the club.”

  “Don’t judge all of us based on Internet porn sites.” What a lovely shade of red she turned. Mark contemplated having her ass turn the same color. “Violence isn’t condoned.”

  “If that’s true, why are there all types of whips and paddles sold online through BDSM websites?”

  “Have you ever held one of those items in your soft hand? No?” Mark delved under the tablecloth and found her hand, lifting it up to his lips for a soft kiss before he turned it over and exposed the palm.

  “Erotic pain can be extremely pleasurable with the right partner.”

  He picked up an unused butter knife and laid the blade across her palm, flat side down. “Does this hurt?”

  “No, but—”

  He lifted it and slapped her palm with the flat side, eliciting a sharp cry from her. Watching her face, he turned the knife to the blunt edge and slowly zigzagged the cool metal across her palm.

  Kellie’s breath caught then hitched in her chest when he repeated the movement.

  “Pain? Or Pleasure?”

  Eyes lowered, she took a few deep breaths before she sighed. “Pleasure.”

  “The items you’ve seen advertised could be used either way, just like this knife. It depends on the Dom wielding them. And you can rest assured that any Dom working from the standpoint of pain won’t have a submissive for very long.”

  “If he has her convinced she has nowhere else to go—”

  “Kellie, that’s the issue you need to focus on. Power always, always stays in the hands of the submissive.”

  She ate a few more bites of lunch and, from her expression, the wheels continued to turn in her head. He liked a woman who thought things through before jumping into the conversation. Once again, he reminded himself that this was a short term relationship, but damn if it was hard advice to take.

  “I don’t understand how the submissive is in charge.”

  He grinned. “The same way women are in charge all over the world. Men want sex and women either give it to them or say no.” Kellie opened her mouth to refute his words but he stopped her with a hand up. “Anything other than that is rape, which is not allowed.”

  Her fork swirled around in her plate before she looked at him again. “What about rape fantasies?”

  “Is that something you want?”

  “No. I read an article about it happening more frequently than it should in clubs that were supposed to be safe.”

  Mark nodded. “There are some women who want that experience, and with the right partner and careful planning, it can be liberating for the woman. However, that sort of scenario requires quite a bit of planning with all participants present at every planning session. It isn’t a spur of the moment decision.”

  “It’s scripted like a play?”

  “Yes,” he agreed. “Some things can’t be left to chance. No one gets hurt in my building.”

  The waitress stopped by with the check and asked, “Dessert?”

  Kellie shook her head and Mark smiled. “We need to get home. I have a lesson to teach.”

  Kellie went bright pink.

  Instead of walking down the sandy beach, he opted for the sidewalk, eager to get home and finish what they began this morning. Starting from scratch with an innocent woman was a singular pleasure, an honor, so to speak, and he was looking forward to her response.

  Kellie was quiet as they walked, with no comments about the shops they passed or the scattering of passersby, and he assumed she was nervous. Her previous response to him had been nicely enthusiastic, but basic sexual encounters were the norm for her. At least he was sure Kellie enjoyed sex.

  Basic wouldn’t happen again.

  “I’d like to ask a favor.”

  Kellie stopped for a moment and looked up at him, curious but unafraid. Almost winsome in her expression.

  “I’d like to forgo condoms, if you agree. We’ve both been tested, and birth control isn’t an issue. I know we don’t know each other well, but I trust you.”
It helped that he’d had her thoroughly investigated before they started this adventure, but she didn’t know it and he wasn’t willing to share just yet.

  “Okay. I mean, it should be all right.”

  “Thank you, Kellie.”

  He squeezed her hand, glad she’d agreed, and she squeezed back. Having a sub to mold and train to meet his particular needs and desires rarely happened. Most women he met at Private Delights had experimented enough to know what they needed and how to get it. Kellie’s innocence gave him a unique opportunity and he planned to enjoy every minute of her training.

  And after Kellie was trained?

  A voice in his head whispered keep her over and over.

  He wasn’t good at long-term relationships. They tended to blow up in his face. It had been four years since he had more than a six month affair, and the woman involved still refused to speak to him civilly. Not a good track record, but something about Kellie made him want to try again.

  Mark shoved the idea out of his head as they walked up to his front door. He put the key in the lock but didn’t turn it.

  “As soon as the door is open, go straight to the living room. Remove all your clothing, fold it and place it on the sofa. Stand in the middle of the room with your feet apart and your hands behind your back.”

  The key turned.

  The door opened.

  “Don’t disappoint me.”

  Kellie strode past him, shoulders back and head held high, and he shook his head in awe of her show of determination. He’d felt her nervousness building the closer they got to the house, but she was strong. Scared? A little. Weak? Never.

  What a woman, and what a sublime submissive she’d be.

  Chapter 11

  Kellie pushed her shoulders back and tipped her head down, eyes to the floor, while she waited. Standing naked in a big, quiet room tweaked every sense she had, a heady combination of fear and anticipation building in the silence. She’d taken a glance around while shedding her clothes, what there were of them, since he hadn’t allowed her underwear.

  There were two large couches facing each other, both upholstered in rich, dark fabric and she said a silent prayer of thanks that he didn’t favor leather furniture. She simply hated the way her skin stuck to the stuff in the summer and how cold it was in the winter. Dark hardwood floors spread across the space, ending at a fireplace to her left and a wall of bookcases to her right. She wasn’t looking forward to being on her knees on the wooden floor, but pain was part of the process, wasn’t it?

  He made her wait. There wasn’t a clock in the room, so she couldn’t easily count the minutes, but they seem to last forever and every minute that passed pushed the anticipation a little deeper. She tried to compensate by taking slow deep breaths and they worked until she heard footsteps.

  They stopped at the door, his hum of pleasure reassuring her. His toes came into view followed closely by a large blue pillow. He dropped it in front of her and held out his hands.

  “On your knees, Kellie, feet together, knees apart.”

  She took his hands and he lowered her to the floor, the thick pillow taking her weight instead of the hardwood. He cupped her chin and lifted, her eyes trailing up his bare body until she met his gaze.

  “Beautiful.”

  She could happily say the same of him, if allowed to speak. Mark Harrison was a gorgeous hunk of man-candy.

  He tapped her cheek with his index finger. “Open.”

  She complied and he stepped closer, his glorious cock pointing right at her face, mere inches away.

  “I prefer to start slow. Some men like to be taken all the way to the root immediately, but for me, I want to be slowly consumed first. Then, and only then, I’ll increase the pace.”

  She said nothing, unsure of the protocol for a blow job. Her eyes on the darkly reddened head, she waited. He moved a half-step closer and positioned the mushroom shaped tip on her bottom lip. She licked across it like she had this morning.

  Mark hummed encouragement and rubbed the tips of his fingers through her hair. “Nice. Lick it again, and then take a little more into your mouth. No hurry.” The rich tone of his voice combined with the vision of his thick cock took her breath for a moment. Her tongue lashed out on autopilot once. Twice.

  She quivered, the taste of him working its way into her mind and causing a cluster of desire neurons to wake up and sing. Her tongue took on a mind of its own, working and licking its way around the head and moving over the shaft. She scooted forward on the pillow to reach for more but wobbled on her knees.

  His voice dropped into a new timbre, deep and dark when he spoke, an auditory caress straight to her sex. “Use your hands to stabilize your body. You’re doing well, little one.”

  Her thighs slickened as evidence of her arousal slid from her body. She reached out and placed her hands on his thighs and he groaned. Was it her signal to take a little more into her mouth? She did, and his fingers pressed against her scalp.

  Good Lord, the man tasted like heaven.

  “Breathe through your nose and open your throat.”

  Harder than she expected it to be, but she managed to comply as he pushed deeper and the hair at the base of his cock tickled her nose.

  “Swallow, Kellie.”

  She tried but it was like trying to swallow a Buick. She managed something, because he praised her efforts and his hands burrowed in her hair. Pressure and friction, his fingers against her head while he held her in place, sent a message to the rest of her body. A sizzling warning of much more to come.

  Then he began to move, and her world flipped into high gear. Her jaw ached from staying open while the rest of her body hummed with sexual excitement the likes of which she’d never known. He was a wild man and she flew along on the ride of her life.

  Her body wept and clenched like he was inside her sex instead of her mouth. Kellie cried out around his erection when a climax rolled over her. Her body swayed and Mark pulled back. Slipping out of her, he took his cock in hand and aimed at her chest. Thick ropes of cum collided with her breasts and stomach.

  “Rub it around, Kellie. Rub me all over your body.” His demand and the rough tone of Mark’s voice sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing along already fried nerves.

  Her sex clenched again, pulsing while she did as he demanded. The gleam in his eyes took her breath and what little control she had left of her body. When she sagged forward, he moved to her side and swept her into his arms.

  Her head lolled against his shoulder as they went up the stairs and into the bedroom. She was ready, more than ready for him to be inside her. Aching thighs and inner walls craved his hard cock, her body tingling with need and then crying out at the denial of it when he bypassed the bed and went straight to the monstrosity of a shower.

  Hot water followed by rough hands covered with slick soap ran over her skin, wiping away the evidence of his satisfaction and reigniting her desire. Kellie opened her eyes, immediately tracking Mark’s heated expression and the thick heft of his erection. He wasn’t finished with her, and her body replied of its own accord, a steady throb of need consuming her, swamping her with lust .

  The water shut off and a warm towel wrapped around her. He buffed her dry and set her on the bench just outside the wet zone. She watched as Mark dried himself, wishing she had the strength to lick each drop of moisture from his skin, but she was doing good to remain upright. When his towel dropped to the floor, she got to her feet and, uncaring of the rules, pressed her body to his and opened her mouth for a wet kiss along his collarbone.

  Mark tipped her head up and took her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside and taking conscious thought away, leaving her with abject need pounding through every nerve, every fiber of her being. When he pulled back, she followed him to the bed where he spread her out and watched her squirm.

  “Please,” she whimpered, and when his brow lifted, she knew what he wanted. “Please, Master.”

  He was on her, in her, faster than she’d though
t possible, his shaft rushing in and sliding out, rushing in and sliding out, with a power to take her very soul into another realm of consciousness.

  “Is this what you need, little one?” His voice, the dark pitch of his tone and the words he whispered, sex words designed to push her further into the haze of ecstasy, filled her head. “You’re mine, Kellie, to do with as I please, and you love it, don’t you, little one?”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it, Kellie. Tell me you’re mine.”

  “Yes, I’m yours.” The whispered words barely left her mouth when his pace increased. The thrusts into her body shook the bed and shook her to the core. She was his.

  She gripped him tight, her sex convulsing around him as she climaxed hard and fast. There wasn’t enough air in her lungs to think but just enough for her to cry out when she felt him pulse within her.

  Mark slipped out of her body and rolled to his side, one hand on her hip while he caught his breath. She was out, fast asleep and breathing deep even as her nipples continued to peak. He understood her exhaustion. He’d thoroughly worked her over and, damn the little lady, but she’d given as good as she got. He found it fucking hard to keep his perspective with the little one, and he grinned again at the nickname he’d given her. She hated it, but it fit. Miss Windsor was a pint-sized wet dream for any Dominant, and she was his.

  Fuck. He hadn’t meant to claim her, but the words were out and he wouldn’t deny them. Besides, as innocent as she was of his lifestyle, she wouldn’t know what it meant.

  He’d need to explain a few things before they returned to Dallas. Her new role as his permanent submissive might be a shock to her, especially when she found out what he required. Training and the requisite contracts would take precedence for the first few days. Dena could help Kellie adapt to her new role.

  Pressing a light kiss to her forehead, he rolled out of bed and went into the shower. She was still sleeping when he finished, so he left her to regain her strength while he took care of a few business issues. He needed to check in with Mildred at the club and with Steve.