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by Michelle

  “Yes, Master.” Various scenarios she’d read about bounced around in her head while he continued to explain the contract. She didn’t object to anything, sure she could use her safe word if necessary, until she realized he’d asked about anal play.

  “No.”

  “Are you sure? Have you ever tried it?” he asked.

  “No, but I don’t think I want to. I’m not into pain.”

  “You might be surprised by the intensity of the pleasure. We’ll discuss it again later.”

  He might discuss it, but she wouldn’t. Then again, she’d be gone before they got very far into the relationship.

  “Turn over, Kellie.”

  Lost in her thoughts, she’d missed him releasing the tethers to the footboard. His tense anticipation seeped into his tone of voice as he directed her movements. She rolled to her stomach, the bindings linking her wrists to the headboard easily turning with her body and her legs free to move about.

  “Up on your knees, Kellie, and keep your head down on the bed.”

  She froze. If she complied, her rear end—her bare butt—would be in the air and she couldn’t imagine a less attractive view of her body.

  “Do as you’re told. Now, or I’ll add five more licks for disobedience.”

  Her legs didn’t want to move. Maybe it was the lust settling in her belly that weighed them down. Maybe ill-placed embarrassment over the size and shape of her rear. When he growled her name, she dragged one leg up under her torso, then the other, until her ass was in the air.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Oh, God. His voice, already deep and sensuous, was now rough enough to sand the skin from her bones. Kellie lifted her head, needing to see his face, but he’d moved behind her. She gulped when a slap of leather wrapped around her thigh just above her right knee and stayed in place. Wiggling earned her a slap on the hip.

  “Be still.”

  The other leg was likewise bound, the ties keeping her knees under her and wide open for his pleasure.

  “You will be obedient and show respect at all times, little sub.”

  “Yes, Master.” He disappeared from her sight for a moment, his footsteps undetected on the carpet, and then an altogether unfriendly object dropped to the bed next to her head. Looking like a perverted flyswatter on steroids, its handle was covered with black tape or vinyl of some sort, and the part designed to take down the fly didn’t have any holes. Its purpose was clear, considering the location of her rear. Fear rushed her first, followed immediately with a surge of… anticipation? He wasn’t planning to give her pleasure with this thing on the bed, but her heart pounded with an unfulfilled need that shocked her.

  “Count the strokes.”

  He didn’t give her time to answer. The sting of its flap striking her skin smarted, not enough to hurt, but the sound of it against her skin made her jerk. Another tap, this one on the other butt cheek, was the same. A loud smacking sound with a little burn attached. Each time he made contact, she counted aloud. Each stroke stung a little more than the last, and when she reached ten, he stopped.

  “That was the crop. Now we’ll move on to the paddle.” His hand settled on her rear and rubbed in the heat across her hips. “Let’s see if we can change the color of your ass from pink to red.”

  The first blow took her breath away. The noise was the same, but when the paddle landed on her already warmed skin, she felt its touch clear to her gut. The second had the same effect, but the lingering afterglow wasn’t as painful. The third strike stung like a mother but quickly evolved into something different. She cried out at the next swat and he stopped. “Do you need to use your safe word?”

  She panted through the pain, feeling silly. It wasn’t all that bad, more of a surprise to her senses. “No, Master.”

  “What is your safe word, little one? Remind me.”

  “Orange, Master.”

  “Good girl. What is the count?”

  “Four.”

  “Answer correctly or I’ll need to add another five strokes.”

  “Four, Master.”

  His palm massaged her ass. “Nice and red, just like I like it. Six more to go.”

  Kellie braced herself for the next blow, but he’d backed off a little. The tingle continued to build as he gradually increased the pressure and pace of his strikes.

  It stopped. The bed rocked.

  Hairy legs and a long hot shaft pressed against the back of her legs while his hands polished her ass, roughly rubbing the burning red skin. The hands stilled on her rear-end and then cupped and separated the globes. “You may not want to hear this, but I will convince you to give me this ass.”

  One of his hands slipped between her thighs and she groaned. The wet evidence of her arousal only added to her need, her body tense and ready for his possession.

  He didn’t make her wait.

  With one long slide, he penetrated and filled her completely. The heat of his body enveloped her when his chest made contact with her back. “You are mine, Kellie. All mine.”

  She gasped at his declaration and at the powerful thrusts of his cock as he claimed her. She lost herself in the sensation, in the possession. Her body clasped his. Throbbing in tandem, his heat flooded her. She cried out again, the pleasure taking her over another edge.

  ***

  Mark eased out of her body and sat on his heels, exhaustion and pleasure rolling through him. Kellie was exquisite in submission, in stamina, in orgasm.

  She was a treasure he wanted to cherish and possess for a long while. Maybe forever. Fuck. He hadn’t thought about a permanent commitment to a woman in years. Not since Angelica left without warning. Kellie was different, nothing like the woman he’d discovered under Angelica’s lies.

  Shaking off the image of past infatuation, he slid off the bed and released the straps holding Kellie in place. Mark eased her legs out from under her body and rubbed her arms, lifting and arranging her body as if she were a delicate porcelain doll. When she looked comfortable, he covered her with a blanket and stood staring while she slept.

  With no idea what he’d do with his feelings for the beauty in his bed, he retreated to the living room and his cell. Business would give him the distraction he needed. There were four texts from Mildred, each a crisis in the making. Rather than spend the next hour texting back, he hit phone, irritation rising when the office number rang five times before she answered.

  “I’m sorry, sir. Master Lyons and Master Connor were both here in the office and I was trying to keep them from coming to blows.”

  “What the hell is going on in my office, Mildred? I haven’t been gone long enough for a mutiny.”

  Chapter 14

  “With your permission, I’ll let Master Lyons explain the situation.”

  “Don’t yell at your PA, Mark. She’s doing the best she can considering the situation.”

  Mildred wasn’t quick to fluster and Derek Lyons was steady as a rock. A crisis at the club was his responsibility but, instead of doing his job, he was playing Romeo out of town. “Tell me.”

  “Alan Connor came in this afternoon and brought his son as a visitor. In less than an hour, I had three subs report to med-care with injuries. Two with bruising and one with a wicked cut on her ass.”

  “Connor?”

  “Not sure if it was the old man or the son. I told them to leave, but Alan put up a fight.”

  “Please tell me he assaulted you.”

  Derek’s dry laugh reeked of frustration. “Unfortunately, it was all verbal. Have to admit, I was hoping he’d throw a punch. Apparently, he saves his fists for women.”

  “Fucking asshole. I never should’ve agreed renew his membership. Who were the injured subs?” He trusted Derek like a brother, sure he’d take care of the problem without resorting to police involvement. “Any of the victims want to press charges?”

  “Only within the bylaws.”

  “Good.” Mark stood and paced, irritated with Connor and frustrated at being so far away fr
om the action. “Have Mildred draw up the papers to suspend his membership and ban him from the grounds until his hearing. Also invoke restitution proceedings for each of the subs he injured in the amount of five thousand a piece. That should slow him down a little.”

  “When do you want it served?” Derek’s voice finally lightened a tad at the amount of money Connor was going to pay the submissives.

  “As soon as Mildred can get the papers together. If he balks, remind him of the ten day cooling off period in the bylaws. A breach of contract suit would set him farther back financially and would expose his involvement in Private Delights to the media.”

  Derek laughed outright. “With his political leanings, he’d never survive the publicity of a lawsuit.”

  “We’ll be back tomorrow. Anything else I need to know?”

  “Nope. I’ve got it covered. How’s the girl?”

  When he didn’t respond, Derek laughed again. “That good, huh?”

  “More than I expected.”

  “You need a little unexpected in your life.”

  Mark coughed a laugh. “And you don’t? When was the last time you were surprised?”

  Silence on the line spoke volumes. Derek was big on not sharing his life, but Mark knew more than most people. His friend didn’t like to talk about the love of his life or the way she died. Even after ten years, he hesitated to get too close to a sexual partner. Most of the subs at Private Delights volunteered to work with him, but he refused to spend time with any one in particular.

  “Been there, done that, my friend.”

  Mark knew when to back off. “Give me an update on the Austin project.”

  “On schedule, for the most part.” Derek’s tone warmed to the subject, which was why Mark had given him the project. As majority stockholder, Mark controlled the business, but Steve and Derek were his best friends and partners in the company, each handling an aspect that fit their interests.

  “We have inspectors out there today and we might have to revise plans, depending on what they find. I’m heading that way tonight.”

  “Good. I’m stopping there tomorrow morning. Can you set a few things up for me?”

  “Sure thing.”

  Mark gave him the short version and ignored Derek’s humorous diatribe about women and how they wiggled under a man’s skin. “Call if you need anything. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Finding Kellie still asleep after her compound orgasm, he spoke with Mrs. James about dinner and then made a few calls, the first to his housekeeper about his arrival tomorrow with a long term guest. With that settled, he called Richard Adams, a longtime friend and member of the club and a damn spectacular jeweler.

  “I need something special, Richard. I’m thinking gold, wide links about an inch in diameter, maybe half inch, with a teardrop or oval stone.”

  “When do you want it?”

  “Tomorrow if possible and I’ll need you to fit it.”

  “Make it late in the day tomorrow and I’ll have it ready.”

  “And I want a key lock on the back.”

  “’Bout time you made a commitment, old man.”

  Mark’s brain skidded to a stop at Richard’s comment. For all intents and purposes, he was ordering an engagement ring. The reality hadn’t dawned until the word commitment was uttered.

  “Short term, but I want her to feel special.”

  “I can do special. What size stone do you want?”

  “Three or four carat.”

  “Diamond?”

  Mark said yes before thinking about it too much and ended the call before Richard finished laughing.

  Body twitching with need, he went back upstairs to check on Kellie. Still dozing, she’d stretched out on her back, the blanket tangled around her legs. Arms akimbo and lips still puffy from his rough kisses, she was begging for attention.

  With stealth, he eased one arm up and refastened the cuff, his eyes on her chest as it rose and fell with her breathing. Her full breasts awaited, ready for his mouth when he finished securing her other arm. Smooth as silk and topped with a tasty cherry nipple, he couldn’t wait. Shedding his clothes, he went to the end of the bed and tugged the blanket from her body, then separated her legs. Climbing up her lax body, he leaned in close and pressed a soft kiss to the tender skin where her torso and leg joined, inhaling her scent and filling his senses.

  She didn’t move, her sleep unbroken, so he repeated the kiss on the other side. Alternating sides, he moved each caress a little closer to the apex of her sex, finally reaching the center of her. He lapped at the moisture already gathering, even though she still slept. Liquid nirvana tasting like ripe peaches coated his tongue and slid down his throat.

  Addicting.

  Mark took one last lick and then crawled up her body, his goal in sight. Transferring the residual cream on his tongue to her tightening nipples was a true pleasure. He sucked and nipped until Kellie’s whimpering moans reached his ear. He lifted his head and met her eyes, then slid his always-ready cock deep into her tight body.

  “Good evening, Kellie. Did you have a nice nap?” Without stopping, he shuttled in and out of her, taking what he needed as a Master and giving her pleasure. Watching her expression when she realized the restraints were back in place, seeing her release her body into his care, went straight to his head like a shot of vodka. Master and submissive as one unit danced through the mating ritual of old, giving and taking until their bodies were ready. The explosion fulfilled the need in both of them, her sex grasping his cock in orgasm.

  When his respirations settled, Mark slid out of her, watching the semen follow his cock as he left her body. With a smile, he kissed the tip of her nose and walked away, heading for the shower and leaving the door open. She needed to understand that she was his to do with as he wanted. Kellie was strong and independent, but as his sub, she’d give all that strength to him.

  This was an important first step.

  He made quick work of his shower and left the water running while he removed her restraints and helped her into the bathroom. Mark stood her in the middle of the shower enclosure and fastened a pair of mesh cuffs to her wrists, linking them over a hook dangling from the ceiling.

  She didn’t question his actions.

  “Good girl, Kellie.” For her silent compliance, he kissed her lips one at a time, gently prowling into the wet heat of her mouth when she let him lead. Then he lathered a washcloth and painstakingly washed every inch of her body, rinsing her with a pulsing wand.

  Tracing her lower lip with the pad of his index finger, he said, “You’ve been very compliant, Kellie, so I’m going to give you a reward. The fact that I’ll enjoy it, too, is a bonus.”

  Reaching over to a touchpad on the wall, he pressed a button and her wrists rose higher until only her toes touched the floor. Mark went to his knees and nuzzled her inner thigh. “Keep these open for me, or I’ll need to use a spreader bar.”

  He took possession of her clit, licking and nibbling until she screamed and her body twitched and her toes lost purchase on the slick floor. Mark held her in place, his face buried while she finished, then he lowered her until he could release the cuffs.

  “Beautiful, Kellie. Perfect.”

  Wrapping her in a towel, he took care of her needs and after pulling on some shorts, he led her downstairs to dinner.

  Chapter 15

  Mark hustled Kellie onto the plane and buckled her in, hoping, she guessed, that she’d complain and he’d get to spank her again. Not that she’d mind. That last orgasm was a godsend. The man drove her crazy with lust, and Kellie hadn’t thought of herself as an overly sexual being until she met him.

  It was all him. The attitude, the hot body and the even hotter looks he shot her on a regular basis had Kellie panting like a marathon runner. Shame on her for letting him drag her into this lifestyle, but as long as Mark was the Dom, she couldn’t walk away.

  “Are we in a hurry?” Kellie asked.

  His slow grin should’ve been a
warning. “We’re stopping in Austin for a few hours. There are some things I want to pick up.”

  “People?” she asked, “Or things?”

  “You’ll see.” Again with the grin, he dodged the question and walked forward to speak to the pilot. His entire demeanor had changed after last night and it bugged the hell out of her. She didn’t like being in the dark, wondering what would happen next. She preferred schedules and calendars.

  Mark and the pilot shared a laugh and separated, the pilot shutting the cockpit door while Mark opened the mini fridge. He took his time coming back to the seat next to her, strolling down the aisle with a couple bottles of water and a smile. The man could melt butter with a glance and she still hadn’t gotten used to it. Would she ever be immune to his charm?

  Not likely.

  “I need to get home, Mark. I have homework to finish and class next week.”

  His expression went from sweet to tense in a split second. “You agreed to stay with me, remember?”

  “I remember. And I will, but I’ve got a life outside of this relationship or whatever it is.”

  He leaned over and caught her hand. “It’s a relationship. Don’t forget it. You agreed to three months.”

  The pilot made an announcement and they started down the runway. Getting used to flying private instead of commercial was a mistake, a hard habit to break when they separated. One more thing to worry about when her life flipped back to normal.

  Once they leveled off, Mark unclipped his seatbelt, pulled a file folder from his briefcase, and dropped several pages in her lap. “These were faxed to me early this morning. I’d like you to read through them in preparation of signing when we get to Private Delights. Mildred will be waiting.”

  Damn, he worked fast. Rather, his staff did. She accepted the papers and he encouraged her to finish them while he took care of a few other items on his agenda. Mark stood and moved across the cabin where he settled in another chair and table configuration and pulled out his phone. When the chair swiveled to put his back to her, a pinch of jealousy pricked at her. She didn’t know much about him. The little information she did have came from Dena, not necessarily a good source when adding in her relationship with Steve Gladston.