by Anthology
He watched her struggle to her feet without using her hands, and then she was walking slowly to the bench. The light reflected off the dampness between her thighs. The minx was turned on. Good.
He walked up behind her and pinched her left ass cheek. Hard. She moaned. He used one foot to urge her feet apart. When they were wide enough, with his right hand, he reached between her thighs and sank one finger into her wet pussy. She moaned. He pushed another finger in her. She moaned louder.
He removed his fingers slowly, and she tried to follow them back. He rapped her backside with the crop.
“Did I tell you to move?”
“No…”
He rapped her backside harder.
“No, Sir!”
“Better. Now climb up on the bench. Get comfortable. I’ll adjust it and then strap you down for our session.”
* * *
Maggie felt a shiver of excitement go through her at his words. Their session!
She had to force herself to slow her breathing down before she hyperventilated. Oh, god. The differences between her kind, gentle fiancé Rick and her forceful, demanding Master Rick were so pronounced and exciting. She loved both sides of him. Now Master Rick was strapping her to a spanking bench and going to beat on her ass with his belt before fucking her… at least she hoped he’d fuck her and give her lots of orgasms. They hadn’t talked about that part in advance.
He had finished with the straps and she could hear his footsteps as he moved over to where she was almost certain he’d gotten the riding crop. She nearly jumped out of her skin—or would have if she hadn’t been strapped down— when something made sharp contact with her ass.
It wasn’t until the third strike that she realized it was a different flogger than the last time they had played. It was soft, it’s dozens of falls spreading out over her body as he moved it up and down her back and bottom, and the backs of her thighs.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she realized that he’d switched out floggers. She felt herself starting to sink back into what Rick had called subspace, but she was aware enough to realize that he was recreating the scene that had fascinated her.
* * *
Rick watched Maggie carefully. He couldn’t believe how quickly she slid into subspace. By the time he was on the third and final flogger he intended to use that night, she was moaning happily with each strike. He paused every few strikes and felt between her thighs. She was dripping wet now. His amazing and surprisingly masochistic Maggie was a natural at this. To think her ex had almost scared her away from exploring her own nature while he had been so concerned with protecting her that he hadn’t realized she’d healed and was ready to move on. Thank goodness beautiful and brave Maggie had taken those first steps on her own.
He slid two fingers inside her. She was so wet and slippery that they went in easily so he added a third. She wiggled her ass, desperate for more.
Rick slapped her ass and then unfastened his belt. He’d promised her a punishment, and she was going to get it. He was more Dom than sadist, but he would definitely enjoy the sight of the welts his belt would raise on her ass. She was definitely a masochist, but a novice, so he’d go easy on her. This time.
Together they’d figure out her limits. But that would start tomorrow. Today was about her. He stepped back and announced, “First strike of my belt coming up now Maggie. Don’t tense up.”
He snapped the belt once against her round, first buttocks.
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Maggie tried to force herself to relax, but how could she do that when she knew she was going to get a belt across the ass? Snap! She jumped, but more from the sound than the pain. It hurt, but it also caused the most delicious warmth. Her ass throbbed, but so did her clit and her pussy.
He struck her ass again, and she almost came on the spot as her pussy clenched and her clit throbbed harder. Her nipples tightened to the point of pain. She needed to come so badly.
He struck her a third time, and she screamed as the explosion caught her unaware. Her pussy contracted hard on the emptiness as her climax roared through her.
She felt Rick moving between her thighs, she heard him lower his zipper and tear a foil packet. Then he was inside her, pumping hard and fast, and she could feel the rise of another orgasm. If she thought the last one was powerful, this one threatened to overwhelm her completely.
He must have felt something too, because he suddenly changed angles. Now his cock was rasping against her G-spot with each thrust. She felt the first ripple.
“Come for me, baby!” he ordered. She came. She bucked against the restraints as her pussy contracted, trying to milk his cock. She heard a strangled cry coming from him before he also started coming. She could feel him shooting wave after wave of hot cum into the condom before he collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving has he tried to drag air into his lungs.
A short time later, he was moving again, unfastening the straps. “Don’t move, baby. Not yet.”
He moved away from her but returned quickly, and she felt a damp cloth between her legs.
* * *
Rick helped Maggie up from the spanking bench. He wanted to sweep her up into his arms and carry her over to the chair, but he wasn’t sure if his knees would hold out. She’d melted his bones. Instead, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and the two of them moved slowly to the chair. Before he sat down, he wrapped her in a blanket and then he pulled her onto his lap.
“Um, Rick, Sir?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Uh, you’ve still got your jeans on.”
“Yes?”
“Your open zipper is rubbing against my tender ass.”
He chuckled and helped her up. Then he shed his clothing and sat back down. She carefully climbed back onto his lap and snuggled.
“Better?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She wiggled her butt, and he could feel his cock start to stir.
“Again? So soon?”
“The cock is willing, but the body isn’t quite ready. Give me a little while to get my strength back, and I’ll rock your world again.”
“Or you can order me to my knees and tell me to service you with my mouth, Sir.”
He looked down at Maggie. “So, my ‘make-believe submissive’ as you once called yourself is a very real brat!”
“Sir, I think we can safely say that my submission is no longer make-believe, but I do believe I’m definitely a brat.”
“Are you sure?” He sat up, suddenly serious. “I want to collar you and proclaim to the world, or at least the members of Club Hades, that you are mine.”
“Oh, yes, Rick, yes!”
“Be absolutely sure. I gave up being a Dom once. I don’t think I can do that again. If you want to be my submissive, we do it right. We do the checklists. We do the classes. We explore your limits together. And when the time is right, we do a formal collaring ceremony.”
He looked Maggie in the eyes. She stared back at him, and for a moment, he thought he had asked too much of her.
Then she smiled. More than that, she beamed. “I want to be yours in every way possible. That is…”—she hesitated—“if you still want to get married.” Then she added quickly, “If you just want to collar me, that’s okay, too.”
He shook his head. “No, baby, I want both. Your collaring ceremony will show your formal commitment to being my sub and mine to be the best Master I can be. Our wedding ceremony will show the vanilla world our commitment to each other. Does this mean you want to set a wedding date?”
“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I think my previous hesitation was that although we loved each other, something was missing from our relationship. I think tonight has filled in that missing component. I love you, Rick. My husband-to-be, my Master.”
“I love you too, Maggie… Now about that blow job…”
Maggie slid to her knees with a chuckle. She really was a brat, Rick thought. He’d have his work cut out for himself keeping her in line. She wou
ld always keep him on his toes, and he looked forward to every minute of their life together.
Then her lips closed around his cock and he stopped thinking.
The End
About Daisy Philips
Daisy Philips is a bookaholic and loves to read all types of books. She also loves travel. Her favorite destinations include Thailand, Egypt and Chicago.
Visit her webpage: www.daisyphilipsbooks.com
She also writes as Diane Leyne
Other Books by Daisy Philips
Billionaire Doms Club
Billionaire Dom’s Club 1 – Hidden Diamond
Billionaire Dom’s Club 2 – Diamond Mine
Billionaire Dom’s Club 3 – Rough Diamond
Billionaire Dom’s Club 4 – Diamonds Aren’t Forever
Billionaire Dom’s Club 5 – The Price of Diamonds
The Dave & Lida Books:
Turning Tricks
Crawl for Me
Bad Teacher
Doctor, Doctor (free read)
Love in the Afternoon
Lida and the Deputy
Kinky Book Club
Written Submission
Make-Believe Submissive
unSubmissive
Stand Alone
The (Almost) Thirty Year Old Virgin
Under His Protection
Doris O’Connor
Book Description
Jacqui Page doesn’t know where to look when her birthday surprise turns out to be a visit to the local BDSM club. Especially when she spots the one man she’s been secretively lusting after for months.
Lukas Markz can’t believe his eyes when his shy, goody-two-shoes next-door neighbor turns up at his club, dressed as every Dom’s wet dream. The silly girl has no idea what she’s up against. Just as well she’s under his protection.
If only he could keep his hands off of her.
To Jacqui, enjoy your story
1
The insistent ringing of her doorbell cured Jacqui of any misguided notion that she would be able to just spend her thirty-fifth birthday with her favorite tub of ice cream and her intended marathon watching of chick flicks. Oh, no, of course not.
She should have known that her friend and work colleague Lauren would not let this opportunity pass by. Ever since the Christmas Party when a worse for wear Jacqui had bemoaned the state of her sex life and the utter lack of decent, eligible men, Lauren seemed to have made it her mission to “shake Jacqui out of her rut.”
So far, this involved a myriad of blind dates—none of them particularly noteworthy. There had been nothing wrong with her dates. They all seemed perfectly nice, respectable, successful men, and therein lay the problem. She might well be setting her bar too high, but she wanted the bad boy underneath the business suit. Like her sex-on-legs-drop-your-panties-in-an-instant neighbor.
Even his name gave her palpitations—Lukas Markz—well over six foot of prime male meat, as Lauren would have called it. Short, military crop blond hair, designer stubble, and eyes the color of the deepest ocean, plus with an accented voice to die for. The man made her swoon just thinking about him. He was also way out of her league and had never shown any more than passing, polite interest in her, so her daydreams would have to remain that.
Jacqui was under no illusions that beneath that façade of polite business man lurked a male who not only knew his way around a woman’s body, but also one determined to take his pleasure where he found it, and damn the consequences. After all, in the eight weeks she’d been fortunate enough to housesit in this flash apartment building, she had never seen him with the same woman twice. More than one had tried and had been firmly and politely shown to the front door.
Just this morning, when she had made a dash for the post clad in nothing but her snowflake covered onesie, and oversized rabbit slippers, she had seen him bundle a clearly inebriated woman into a taxi.
Whoever that woman had been, she’d been screeching at him. Lukas had grimaced, while extricating himself from the floozy’s clumsy attempts to kiss him. Having managed to get her into the back of the taxi, he’d shoved a wad of cash into the driver’s hand, bashed his hand on the roof of the taxi, and stood watching it disappear from view.
He must have been interrupted by Miss Floozy while in the middle of a work out. Despite the early hour, and the frost curling their breaths in front of their mouths, his body carried the fine sheen of sweat, and Jacqui had been utterly unable to tear her gaze away from the sight of his bunching shoulder muscles, which were perfectly showcased in the tight black vest. They tapered down to a trim waist, and an ass to die for. Heat rose in her cheeks even now when she recalled the moment he’d turned round abruptly. He had caught her checking him out, while he was mid adjustment of what looked like a very impressive bulge in his low slung joggers.
Jacqui had wrenched her gaze up to his face just in time to see the amusement replace the ice cold disdain she’d seen in them when he’d dealt with the floozy.
One eyebrow raised, his full lips had curled into a sardonic smile at her actions, and she’d watched his long legged approach with a growing sense of doom. Naturally, the one time Lukas took any notice of her, she had to be sporting the just-out-of-bed look, wearing her comfiest onesie with not a speck of makeup on her face. At least she had brushed her teeth that morning.
Her throat went dry when he stopped next to her, so close that his body heat and the far too alluring musk of hot sweaty male invaded her nostrils. In any other man that should have been off putting, but with him, underlain with the whiff of expensive cologne that she would always associate with this man, it proved a live wire straight to her libido, and further scrambled her brains.
“Morning…Jacqui is it?” The devastating smile that accompanied those few words further robbed her of any remaining, functioning brain cells, and instead of replying in a sensible manner, she simply stood there, dumbstruck. She couldn’t be sure she hadn’t been drooling, to be honest, and wasn’t that a mortifying thought.
“Err, yes…how….err.”
His grin deepening, he gestured to the bundle of post she clutched to her bosom.
“I’ve been meaning to say hello. You’re housesitting for the McKennas while they’re in Australia, right?”
Somehow she must have managed to nod at least, because he reached past her to open his postbox and pulled out his own mail.
“Thought so. They did ask me to keep an eye out for you. I’ve been too busy to come by, but you seem to have it under control.”
He’d winked at her while saying that, and beads of perspiration rolled down between her shoulder blades, because he followed that announcement with a slow appraisal of her body. It left her tingly all over, and feeling utterly exposed, as though she’d been standing there, naked and not covered head to toe in fleece. Come to think of it, surely there ought to be a law against meeting any hunk dressed the way she was. Time seemed to stand still while he checked her out, and his blue eyes were definitely dancing in amusement when he finally brought his gaze back up to her face.
“You know where I am, if you need anything…” He’d paused, his gaze intensifying for one delicious second as he studied her mouth, and frowned. Jacqui immediately stopped worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, and the brief flash of male interest she’d read in his azure gaze took her breath away. She must have imagined that, however, because in the next instant he’d blinked and stepped away.
“See you around, little dove.”
With a jaunty wave, he’d taken the stairs three at a time, instead of the lift, and disappeared from view, leaving her a drooling, panting mess at the bottom of the staircase.
The doorbell rang again, and with a wry grin at her thought processes, she checked the peephole in her door. Sure enough, Lauren was bouncing up and down on her feet in her typical manner. That woman was the human equivalent of a whirlwind. Always on the go and doing ten things at once. It was one of her most endearing and also most annoying features, as far as J
acqui was concerned. With a sigh she yanked the door open, and her friend sauntered in.
“Look at you. Saturday night and your birthday, and you’re in your….what in all the blazes is that? A onesie? Let me guess, you’ve been in that all day, wallowing in self-pity. Well, no more. Hit the shower. I have plans for you.”
Jacqui swallowed her groan and crossed her arms over her chest as she attempted to make a stand against the unstoppable force that was her friend on a mission.
“What plans?” she asked.
Lauren laughed and tapped her nose.
“It’s a surprise, silly, for your birthday. You’ll like it, you’ll see. Have I ever steered you wrong?” She shrugged out of the long woolen coat she was wearing, and Jacqui pulled back in surprise to see her friend in full office attire, and far more conservative than she usually wore to work. From the pencil skirt, to the sensible blouse and fitted jacket, it screamed prim and proper, were it not for the eight inch heels she was teetering on and the wide leather collar around her neck. Thanks to the BDSM Erotica Lauren had recommended to her, she knew exactly what that stood for, and as the back of her legs made contact with the sofa, she sank down into the soft furnishings with a grateful sigh.
The other woman’s hand went to that accessory around her neck, when she noticed Jacqui’s reaction, and she looked unsure for one fleeting second, before she grinned.
“Ah, yes, I forgot you’ve been reading and would recognize that now. Damn it, that kinda spoils my surprise, but, never mind. Don’t just sit there gaping at me as though you’ve never seen a play collar before. You need to get ready. Time and my Master wait for no one.”