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She reached up and cupped the corners of his broad shoulders, measuring them with her hands, squeezing the muscle to see just how firm he was. His pectorals jumped and she accepted the silent invitation, smoothing downward. “I like that you don’t wax,” she said, tugging his dark chest hair and then circling his small, flat nipples which hardened instantly beneath her touch.

She gave him a pointed glare, telling him silently to remain still, and smoothed down again, lightly tracing the deep hollows and swells of his ripped abdomen until she reached his cock.

The size of his erection left her breathless. Her nipples tightened to sharp, pointed beads. Something his interested glance didn’t miss. The feel of the satin flesh, stretched tightly over his steel-hard shaft, the subtle upward curve, had her nearly drooling. She gripped him with a firm hand and pushed down and back up his thick cock.

A groan rumbled through his chest, but he shook his head and kept his gaze glued on her breasts.

“Maybe I’ll let you play with them, touch them with more than your lips—if you’re good.”

Another rumble was followed by a deep exhale as he fought for control.

“Widen your stance.”

His eyes dipped closed for just a second, but he stomped apart his feet, likely remembering how’d she’d fondled him in her store.

She reached beneath his cock and palmed his balls, liking the velvety feel of his sac. Giving them a gentle tug, she leaned closer so he couldn’t avoid her gaze. “Tell me your full name.”

“Gus.”

She arched a brow.

“Ethan Augustus Taggert.”

She grunted in displeasure.

His gaze narrowed, his lips tightened, but then he gave her what she’d waited for. “Ma’am.”

“Mistress here,” she said briskly. “When we’re in public, you can call me ma’am.”

His gaze widened, questioning.

She gave his cock a slow caress. “Yes, I’d like to see you outside this place. Does that please you?”

Gus’s gaze lingered on her face, touched her mouth then came back up again to lock with hers. “Yes…Mistress.”

She let her pleasure show and gave him a smile. They stood close, bare chests touching, her hands consuming his sex.

It didn’t escape her how odd this might seem to someone not familiar with this life—her stroking her hand over the cock of a man whose name she’d just learned, whom she’d just asked out. “If you’re ready, I’d like to see you bent over that bench.” Releasing him, she moved back.

He swayed on the balls of his feet for a moment, and then turned and walked deliberately toward the bench, likely because he was uncomfortably aroused.

Her palms still burned with the heat of his sex, and she rubbed them on her hips to quiet the tingling.

His reluctance was plain to see in the stiff set of his shoulders and back as he lowered himself onto the padded kneeler. He gave a backward glance to where she stood. She gave him a nod to reassure him, and he resettled his knees and laid his belly on the console, hands gripping the edges.

“Reach down at either side and grip the handles.”

He did so, his body tensing even more.

She liked the play of muscles rippling on his backside and thighs. Liked the deep breaths that lifted his whole torso as she strode closer and bent to fasten Velcro straps around his wrists.

“This necessary?” he growled.

She grinned, knowing he wouldn’t have complied if he hadn’t wanted to, but liking that he was surrendering his masculinity to her just as he had when he’d plucked her confections from their trays. “Your obedience pleases me, Gus. And now I get to do some more exploring.”

Her palms warmed as she glided them along his tanned flesh, dipping into the deep indentation of his spine, then filling again with ropes of muscle cording his back. His pale buttocks jerked when she ventured lower, but he relaxed as she continued to stroke his skin.

Only when she dared trace a finger between the firm, rounded globes did his entire body grow rigid again. She smacked one side, the sound jarring even to her after the long silence. “Relax. I’ll touch you wherever it pleases me.”

His head shook, but he lowered it again. His body remained taut.

She lifted her hand and smacked the other side, this time with more force, leaving a reddened outline. “Don’t be stubborn. Take deep breaths.”

His breathing deepened. From the side, his jaw was tight, muscles flexing along the hard edge. She slapped him again, and he betrayed his pleasure, lifting his buttocks ever so slightly.

Aislinn backed away. She strode toward a cherry-wood cupboard, sliding out a drawer to find just the right implement.

His head turned, but restrained, he couldn’t see what she pulled out.

She smacked the paddle against her palm, making it crack.

His head jerked back. “What—?”

“You’re not to speak,” she said, her voice firm. “Not unless it’s to invoke a safe word. If you do, our play ends. I’ll release you, and you’ll leave. Choose a word now.”

“I don’t need a damn—”

“Choose.”

Gus cursed under his breath. “Doughnut.”

A smile tugged at her mouth. Coming closer, her free hand smoothed over his rock-hard ass. “You’re so tense, Officer Taggert, so sure you’re not going to like this. How about I test you? If you let me give you a few whacks with my little friend, I’ll pause and give you a chance to tell me whether you want me to stop altogether. Keep in mind, this is my way of helping us get to know each other.”

“You need a damn paddle to learn the measure of a man?”

“I know your measure. A nice beefy nine inches. What I want to know is how far you’ll go to please me.”

“Get a bed under your back and I’ll show you,” he growled.

“Now you’re being a brat again.” She raised her arm, aimed at a tense buttock and swung, not sparing him with the heavy crack she gave him.

“Shit!”

She smacked the opposite cheek, not letting him have any time between to prepare. The bench rattled as he fought his restraints. “Sonuvabitch.
Fuck.
”

The last curse word came when she reached between his legs and fondled his balls. They were tight against his groin, hard as stones. Reaching deeper, she gave his shaft a slow up-and-down caress. “Want me to stop?”

“Not when you’re doin’ that.”

She rubbed a knee against the inside of one thickly muscled thigh and gave his cock another stroke. “This is what you get
after
you please me.”

Gus rocked against the bench, shoving his erection through her hard grip. “Don’t s’pose you plan to let me get off?”

“Not like this. And not until I say so.” She bent and pressed a kiss against the small of his back. “Shall I continue?” she asked, withdrawing her hand.

His head dropped, his shoulders hunching. “Yes, Mistress.”

The graveled quality of his voice did things to her. Aislinn stayed still for a moment, savoring his surrender. Many such moments had occurred when she played with the male subs in this room, but never had she felt this instantaneous flush of warmth prickling her skin or the heady thrill that tightened her core, releasing a scalding gush of fluid that wet her panties.

Caressing his bottom, she chose another spot and gave him a hard swat, glowing with satisfaction when he grew quiet and relaxed his body, folding it over the bench and releasing his death grip on the handles.

His surrender was sweet. She gave his ass several more swats, careful to never strike the same place, then struck the backs of his thighs.

Soft groans began to follow each swat, and she knew he was ready to burst, that if she freed him his legs would be weak but his cock so hard that her warm breath feathering its length would be enough to make him come.

She set down the paddle and pulled back the fastenings, then came around to his head, tipping it up with finger. “Well done,” she said softly.

His eyelids floated upward, dreamily. A crooked smile stretched across his face. “Thanks. I might be sittin’ funny for a week.”

One side of her mouth quirked up. “Think of me every time you wince.”

He groaned. “Jesus. I’m so damn hard.”

She rubbed her thumb across his bottom lip. “I promised you something if you were good.”

His throat worked around a loud swallow. His gaze dropped to her chest.

She withdrew her finger and slid her palm beneath her breast, lifting it and bending toward him.

Without awaiting instruction, he pushed up from the bench and opened his mouth, capturing the tip between hard lips. He drew on her, sucking the hardened bead like a straw.

Her mouth dropped open at the sharp, electric pulse that shot straight to her core. Pressing closer, she thrust her hands into his thick, brown hair and held him.

His head wagged, pulling her nipple side-to-side. He nibbled it, licking the sensitive tip behind his teeth, then opened up and sucked more of her tender breast into his hot mouth.

Stunned by the sensations he aroused, Aislinn raked her nails against his scalp and swayed. Her knees might have buckled if she hadn’t been gripping his head so tightly. She pulled his hair, waiting for him to release her, then paused, knowing she would have ended it long before with anyone else. She played in this room. She didn’t fuck her subs.

Instead, she shifted and offered him the other breast, knowing she’d crossed a line, but unable to wring a single ounce of regret over the loss of her own control.

No one would have been more stunned than she to discover the depth of pleasure the man lustfully gobbling up her breasts delivered.

Chapter Three

Gus rooted wildly at Aislinn’s breast, grateful the punishment had ended, but happy he’d endured it. Her soft “well done” had flooded him with pleasure. Strange, given how hot his ass was and how painful his erection.

Still, the gasps she released as he gently chewed the bud of her breast were reward enough. His body felt alive, charged with energy despite the lethargy that had seeped throughout him as she’d paddled his butt.

He’d never have guessed he’d like it so much. Yes, he’d been spanked before, by Jennifer, who’d chosen him for training a time or two. Feeling the stroke of a flogger or whip did things to his head he couldn’t describe. Aroused him, for sure, but also took him to a peaceful place where his mind slowed and he learned to savor every soft touch or painful whack in an oddly non-sexual way.

However, this woman’s punishment hit him straight in the groin. Aroused him so his mind felt sluggish due to testosterone overload, and the animal inside him stirred, eager to have her. And yet, the warmth of his ass, her pleasure in his submission also made him feel lighter, happier. And something inside him said the emotions crowding his chest had nothing to do with her technique or the tools she’d used.

He suspected his happiness was due solely to the woman who swayed closer, her hands surrounding his head, leaning over him as he lavished her with flicks of his tongue. Even though he was hard as a post, he’d be satisfied doing nothing more than pleasing her.

When she moved away, he bit back a groan. Her expression was tight. Her eyes a little wide. She rolled up the edge of her corset, hiding the ravaged tips.

He didn’t bother waiting for her to tell him it was okay, he pushed off the bench and stood, letting her see what she’d done to his body.

His cock bobbed against his belly, and he dropped a hand to stroke it, knowing she watched the movement. He also didn’t bother bowing his head. Instinctively, he knew they’d thrown any rules of conduct out the window. Yeah, they were way beyond that. “There any cameras in this room?”

She gave a curt nod toward a far corner.

He didn’t look toward it. He didn’t give a damn who watched. But did she? “Mistress…Ash,” he pleaded, every muscle in his body alert and ready to act.

She shook her head. Closed her eyes. Then she glanced to the corner and signaled with a wave of her hand beneath her chin for their watchers to cut the feed.

“We alone?” he ground out.

“Completely,” she whispered, her eyes wide.

Was she feeling as desperate as he was? Gus swooped toward her, picked her up by the waist and laid her on the bench. “No more slap and tickle.”

She cupped the corners of his shoulders then glided her hands across his chest. “I’m still in charge,” she said, but without any force behind the words, like she was reassuring herself.

“Yes. You can decide whether you want me or not. But choose quick.”

She wrinkled her nose. “You’re a terrible sub.”

One side of his mouth curled up. “Not really into rules.”

“Funny, I don’t seem to mind a bit that you’re not.”

“Punish me for the lapse…later.”

Her mouth curved. “My pleasure.”

He bent and took her mouth, rubbing away the smile. Her hands framed his face. Fingers cupped his ears then bit into his lobes to hold him back.

He didn’t like the uncertainty causing her eyes to darken. “Need control?”

“I do.”

“I’ll give it. Always. Tell me what you want.”