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“So jumpy.” Both hands ran down her back, squeezed her ass, and stroked back up. “I’m touching you because it pleases me
to do so. To know you’re here and you’re mine for the next two weeks.”

He didn’t say anything else, but his message was clear, and the weight of his words sunk deep into her mind, even as his hands woke her body to his touch. His massage lulled her into a relaxed state she wouldn’t have thought possible moments before.

The first slap of his hand against her backside nearly had her moan in pleasure. Over and over he spanked her, sometimes hard and sometimes light, but always making her need grow. She squirmed in an effort to give her clit some friction.

The crack of the belt on her ass stopped her fidgeting.

“Be still,” he said. “You’re earning the lube back. Don’t even think about coming.”

She braced herself for leather, but only the warmth of his skin followed. He’d told her once before he would keep her off balance. He was right and it was useless to try and determine the whys and hows.

She turned her cheek so it rested against the cool granite and closed her eyes. He took his time working her over and though she expected pain, he also gave her pleasure. Between the belt and his hands, both sensations merged together and within minutes, she craved both.

“What color?” he asked bringing the belt across her backside and then followed by circling her clit with two fingers.

“Green, Sir.”

The belt landed harder, but so did his teasing of her flesh. She forced herself to be still and accept what he gave her. She wasn’t certain how much time passed. For that moment, there was nothing in her world but him and the feelings he drew from her body.

“Last three will be hard and fast. Take them in stillness and silence and I’ll allow you to get the lube. Understand?”

Three. She knew she could take three more. She only hoped she could do it quietly and without moving. “Yes, Sir.”

She didn’t have time to prepare, the belt made contact almost before the words left her mouth.

One.

Two.

Three.

Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them back.

“Breathe, little one.”

She took a large gulp of air. Could she move yet? Should she wait for permission?

The decision was taken from her as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up and turning her to face him. She didn’t know whether to expect tenderness or harshness, but he showed her both when he crushed his lips to hers in a quick, possessive kiss that left her reeling.

“Nothing makes me harder than knowing I’m about to fuck an arse I just belted.” He bit her earlobe. “You have sixty seconds to get the lube and bring it back. You best not fail.”

He stepped aside to let her pass and she darted around him and flew up the stairs. She didn’t slow down as she grabbed the tube from the bed and hurried back to the kitchen.

He stood by the island, naked, and she only had time to run an appreciative glance over his body before dropping to her knees before him. She held the tube out.

“Three seconds to spare,” he said. “Not bad. But I don’t want the lube. You use it.”

On him?

He fisted his cock. “Better hurry. I’ve waited about all I’m going to wait. Your arse is mine.”

She squeezed some into her hands and coated his cock.

“Make sure you use enough, it’ll be tough enough to take me the first time. Don’t make it more difficult than it has to be.”

She took the tube and squeezed a liberal amount directly on him. He chuckled.

“I think that’s enough for now, little one. Hand the rest to me.”

The tube nearly slipped out of her hands as she passed it to him. He placed it on the island and her heart pounded faster when he faced her again. Damn, she’d forgotten how huge he was. She doubted his ability to fit, no matter how much lube she’d used.

He, of course, noticed her uncertainty. He crossed his arms. “If you overly worry about it, you’ll make yourself tense and it’ll hurt. Trust me, and it’ll go a lot easier.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, but wasn’t sure she meant it.

“Of course it doesn’t matter to me one way or the other; either way I get off.” He nodded toward the island. “I want you over it again, this time with your legs spread more.”

She situated herself the way he asked, the temperature of the granite less of a surprise this time. He pressed against her and pushed her head down so it rested on the stone. One of his hands drifted between her legs to toy with her pussy and within seconds, she was fighting the urge to squirm.

“I love the feel of my slave cunt, all wet and hot and desperate for my cock. But today, I’m taking you here.” He pushed a lubricated finger inside her ass. “And when I’ve finished, this hole will be ruined for anyone else’s cock.” He added another
finger. “Because I’m not just going to fuck it, I’m going to Master it.”

He worked his fingers deeper while at the same time using his other hand to stroke her clit. And damn it, it had never felt that good before.

“What do you say to that, slave?” His fingers slipped out and she almost whined at the loss.

“Please, Sir, fuck my ass.”

He started pumping his fingers in and out of her, still working her clit with his other hand. “Fuck it with what?”

“Oh, god, your cock, Sir.”

He kept thrusting with his fingers until she panted with need. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped. With her next breath she felt the head of his cock against her ass.

“I hope you used enough lube, because you’re going to take every last inch of me.” His one hand had never left her clit and it continued to tease her. “Relax, little one. Let me in.”

She did her best to relax against the insisting intrusion of his cock, but as his tip pressed inside, her eyes grew wide.
Damn
. He was stretching her more than she’d ever been stretched. The plugs were nothing.

“Bear down,” he said in a strained voice.

He stilled his body, moving nothing but the fingers that were now easing inside her pussy and starting a slow pump in and out. His thumb rubbed across her clit. As arousal swelled inside her, he began to whisper.

“Bloody hell, you’re so fucking hot.”

He gave a little push and the tip of him popped inside her. She yelped at the sensation.

“Yes,” he hissed. “I want to hear every shout, every sigh, every sound.” He pushed slowly inside. “Because hearing you makes me so damn hard and I want to fuck you harder and deeper and never stop.”

He moved even slower and she thought her eyes would roll to the back of her head. She couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped her as he entered her body.

“I’m so deep inside, a little more and I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.” He gave her ass a slap. “Breathe.”

She took a deep breath and when she exhaled, he thrust the rest of the way.

“Bloody hell. Yes.” His normally smooth voice sounded like he’d swallowed gravel.

He held still and she panted at the feel of him buried so deep inside her.
Fuck.
Never had she felt so full, so possessed. She was his and he’d just claimed her in the most primal way possible. And now that he’d claimed her, he would use her for his pleasure. Just thinking about it that way turned her on more and she gave her hips a swivel.

The slap to her ass was immediate. “Be still, slave. I said I wanted to hear you, not have you squirming all over the place.”

She forced herself to be still, even as he withdrew and thrust forward with greater force than before. His movements rocked her and she grunted when the lower part of her body hit the side of the island.

“Getting ready to really slam into you.” The entire time he talked, he gradually increased his pace and intensity. “Time to show this arse who it belongs to.”

Her fingers searched frantically for something to hold on to.

“Hands behind your back,” he snapped and then continued
after she repositioned herself. “Your only job right now is to be still and take what I give you.”

Take it she did. With her hands behind her back, she was at his mercy. He didn’t voice that thought, though. Rather he proved it with his actions, driving into her over and over. And though he was hard and unyielding, he continued his attentions on her clit and it wasn’t too long before she was panting, desperately trying to hold back her orgasm.

“Please let me come, Sir,” she begged.

“No,” he said without breaking stride.

Her climax swelled within her and she tried everything to keep it at bay. In her mind, she pictured things she hated: spiders, aggressive drivers, litter scattered among flowers, and still she teetered precariously on the edge of orgasm.

“Please, Sir,” she tried again, lifting her head to look at him. “I can’t—”

“Quiet.”

Before she could get the words out, her head was pushed back down onto the granite by the hand that had been stroking her.

“Don’t tell me what you can’t do. You do anything I say, and right now, you can”—he punctuated each word with a rough thrust into her—“take . . . more.”

The feeling of him moving within her, paired with his strength holding her immobile against the island, stirred her desire, pushing her closer to the edge. She began to tremble.

“Not yet,” he warned.

She took several deep breaths to calm herself. It only worked for a few seconds; on his next thrust, she was back to trembling.

“Hold out.” His voice was a rough command. “Do it because I’m your Master and I wish for you to do it. Do it for me.”

“For you, Sir,” she whispered. She pictured his approval if she held out until he gave permission and focused on that.

Behind her, his breathing grew short and choppy, while his strokes into her became slow and deep.

“Next time I pull out and come all over your back.” His voice was strained and he thrust back inside her with a grunt. “But right now, I’m coming deep inside your hot little slave arse.”

She gasped in pleasure and curled her hands into tight fists. He shoved his cock deeper and spoke one word.

“Now.”

Chapter Ten

C
ole gathered Sasha in his arms. She was weak and trembling with heavy eyelids that she appeared hell bent on keeping open. But she didn’t fight him when he carried her out of the kitchen into the downstairs bedroom he’d claimed as his own.

He gently placed her in the middle of the bed and covered her with a thick blanket. “Stay here, little one. I’m going to get you cleaned up and then you’re going to rest.”

She made a noise low in her throat, but it was impossible to tell if it was in agreement or protest. He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand and when she burrowed into the blanket he decided it’d been in agreement.

He’d set out what he needed before meeting her in the kitchen, but even so, she was asleep after he collected everything, threw on some shorts, and made his way back into the bedroom.

She rested on her side, still covered by the blanket, and her smile of contentment pierced his heart. He’d been rough with her, holding little back, wanting her to grasp just a bit of a Master/slave relationship, and instead of running away, she found contentment in his bed.

He washed her as best as he could without waking her and rubbed ointment on her backside. There was no way for him to guess how long she’d sleep. After he’d caned her, she’d only slept for a handful of hours. This time when she woke up, he wanted to be there.

Decided, he climbed on the bed beside her and curled his body around hers. She wiggled deeper into his embrace and whispered, “Oh, thank you,” so softly he almost missed it. He pressed his lips against the back of her neck and wondered if he’d have the strength to let her go at the end of two weeks.

She slept for an hour and woke up delightfully disoriented, twisting in his arms and looking at him for a few seconds as if trying to remember who he was.

He cupped her cheek, fearful she’d had a bad dream. “Are you okay?”

She sighed and rubbed against his hand. “Yes, Sir. You held me.”

I always hold submissives after a scene,
he almost said, but stopped himself. Though it would be the truth, it wasn’t the same holding her as it’d been with other submissives. Even Kate had gotten to the point where she didn’t want to be held for very long. For damn sure, she never snuggled close and thanked him in her sleep.

“I wanted to,” he stated. “You have a sweet and affectionate nature and I wanted to be sweet and affectionate to you. I know
there was very little warmth in the way I took you in the kitchen.”

Her hand covered his. “If I may, Sir, there was warmth in the way you took me. Was it a typical warmth? Probably not, but that doesn’t devalue it. Being different doesn’t make it less.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Explain, please.”

“You took care to prepare me. You kept me the center of your attention, even while you were taking your own pleasure. You ensured I wasn’t pushed past my limits.”

“What are you saying, little one?”

She hesitated, backing down a bit and swallowing. “I’m saying, Sir, that maybe you need to redefine how you look at warmth. It’s not just hugs and kisses; sometimes warmth can be found in the details. And sometimes it’s the details that mean the most.”

He let her words sink in. He, who had told her a month or so ago that words had meanings and she needed to recognize that fact, had just learned a much needed lesson. Wanting to catch her off guard, he took her in his arms and rolled them both so she was under him.

“You’re full of surprises. Has anyone ever told you that?” he asked.

“Once or twice, Sir. But never while we were both naked.”

“I’m not naked. I have shorts on.”

She shrugged. “In my dream, you were naked.”

She looked so adorable, on his bed, wrapped in his blanket, chatting away about being naked after dropping something so philosophical. He took her hands and brought them above her head.

“Everything about you turns me on. You’re such a complex
contradiction.” He dropped his mouth to her ear. “It’s so fucking hot.”

He claimed her mouth then, taking her lips in a way that would show her without words just how much she turned him on. There was a time for words, he more than anyone knew that, but there was also a time for action. The woman in his arms had been given words, but too often there had been no follow-through.

He nibbled on her lips and explored them with his tongue, tasting the mint left behind by her recent teeth brushing. She answered back with her own actions and when she bit his bottom lip and sucked on it, he groaned in pleasure. Bloody hell, he hadn’t kissed this woman near enough.

He pressed her into the mattress with his hips, making sure she felt every damn inch of him and knew without a doubt just how much he wanted to be inside her. He thrust his cotton-covered erection against her unprotected sex and when she gasped in response, he plundered her mouth.

He kissed her until she trembled in his arms and wiggled in an effort to get closer. It would be easy as hell to ease his shorts down, spread her legs, and give them what they both wanted. Easy, but that wasn’t his plan.

Using more control than he thought should be required, he pulled away. She whimpered.

“Hands above your head, slave, and don’t move them.”

She instantly swallowed her whimper and followed his command.

“Good girl. Now show me my cunt.”

Again, there was no hesitation as she spread herself for his scrutiny.

“Very nice.” He ran a finger down her freshly shaven flesh. “I meant to inspect you earlier to ensure you prepared yourself properly. Unfortunately, I got carried away with other things, so I’ll rectify that now. Do you know, little one, the best way to make sure you didn’t miss a hair?”

Her eyebrows crinkled as she thought. “With a magnifying glass?”

“No, with my mouth.” He didn’t give her time to process his words, he simply shifted slightly, lowered his head, and gave her pussy a lick. She jerked and he bit her gently. “Be still, slave.”

Only when he was certain she would remain motionless did he resume. He made sure not to touch her clit, choosing to focus on the surrounding flesh. Only seconds had passed when he noticed her thighs start to shake. Poor Sasha, it’d probably been a long time since she had to work against her natural urges. And right now, it was taking most of her strength not to move.

He decided to help by moving his hands to rest on her upper, inner thighs. That her body stilled under his touch pleased him and he licked her slit from bottom to top, dragging the tip of his tongue so it barely pushed inside.

“So wet already, slave?” he teased. “Did your Master not fuck you enough the first time?”

She didn’t budge when she answered, “I can’t help it, Sir. What you do to my body.”

He gave her another lick. “That pleases me. Firstly, because you have such a strong reaction to me. Secondly, it ensures you’re prepared should I decide I want to use you. You’re so wet, I wouldn’t have any trouble sliding my cock deep inside your hot fuck hole.”

Her only reply was a heavy exhale through her nose.

“Right now, though, I just want to eat it.”

And with that, he stopped talking and simply enjoyed her. He teased and nibbled and sucked, savoring her taste, but more than that, delighting in the soft noises she made and the obvious effort she spent remaining still. He doubled his actions, sucking her clit and running his tongue over it.

Her legs started shaking again and, just to be evil, he thrust two fingers inside her. “Nope. Wouldn’t have any trouble at all. In fact, my cock does need relief. So be a good slave and stay still whilst I shag you and maybe I’ll let you come again.”

•   •   •

J
ust about every part of her body below the waist ached. Even after taking two ibuprofens and another soothing massage from Cole, there remained a pleasant awareness of how she’d spent the better part of the afternoon.

Her mind replayed what Julie had said about being his sex slave, but Sasha didn’t feel used. Even when he was taking his own pleasure, Cole watched her with such intensity and focus, she felt protected and cared for. And if the earth-shattering orgasms weren’t enough, whenever they finished, he would hold her close to his chest for a long time.

He’d brought the black lingerie back up the stairs and told her to put it on. She had twenty minutes before she had to be in his office. Putting the lacy panties on, she told herself it wouldn’t always be as good as it’d been today. What she was experiencing now was the honeymoon period of her slave training. She had to think that way, or else she’d never want to leave.

She brushed her teeth again. Cole had made her clean him after he’d taken her in his bed. She’d thought that after coming in both the kitchen and the bedroom, he’d need time to recover.
He’d laughed at her surprise when he grew hard again in her mouth. He didn’t finish, though. Instead he’d told her to clean up and meet him in his office.

He was sitting at his desk when she entered, minutes later. His glasses were perched haphazardly on his nose and he frowned at something on his laptop. Not wanting to disturb him, she knelt in the middle of the room.

“By my side, Sasha,” he said, without looking up.

Unexpectedly pleased at his request, she started to stand.

“Crawl.” He still hadn’t looked up from his computer.

She froze, slightly caught off guard by his request. She’d crawled in play before, but they weren’t currently in a scene.

Except she was in a scene all day, every day, for the next two weeks.

She crawled as quickly as possible to his side and knelt beside his chair with her head bowed. As soon as she stilled herself, his hand fisted her hair.

“You hesitated.”

Denial danced on her lips. Or an excuse. If she thought really fast, she could probably come up with several good ones. But her heart raced as she realized the truth and knew there was only one thing to do.

“I did, Sir.” The fingers in her hair tightened and she added, “I’m sorry.”

“I had planned for us to spend the evening relaxing, perhaps watching a movie. Now, however, I feel your time would be better spent writing one thousand words on crawling, its symbolism, and its meaning.”

She dug her nails into her upper thighs.
No!
she wanted to yell. She wanted to spend the evening with him, watching a movie, not working on a stupid writing assignment. But the
hand on her head reminded her of her purpose in being in his house and she replied with, “Yes, Sir.”

“In the last sentence I spoke, did the word
its
have an apostrophe or not?”

What the fuck? Where did that come from?

“No apostrophe, Sir.”

“Very nice, little one. I expect no improper word usage tonight, but you should know that this time, I won’t have you recite dirty sentences.” She didn’t have time to be relieved before he added, “I’ll be the one coming up with the sentences, and you’ll have to act them out.”

And his sentences would be evil and wicked. While she thoroughly enjoyed that side of him, she had a feeling she probably shouldn’t goad him. “I understand, Sir.”

His hand left her head and she assumed he went back to work. Why then had he requested her to come to the office if he wasn’t going to say or do anything? She thought about all the other things she could be doing, but then stopped short. Here at Cole’s house, there wasn’t much for her to do.

She reminded herself, once again, that she was getting a taste of what it was like to be a slave. She should be thinking about how to please her Master—something she’d messed up on minutes before.

Maybe if she thought through what she was going to write on crawling, it wouldn’t take her that long to complete and they could still spend the evening together. Although, he might be working. He certainly seemed engrossed at the moment.

The room had grown noticeably darker before he pushed back in his chair. “Sometimes the simple presence of another person makes all the difference. I enjoyed having you in the
room with me as I caught up on a few items, little one. So much so, I think we’ll make this a regular occurrence.”

She tried to cover her shock at his revelation and felt a little prideful that she’d made a difference. “Of course, Sir.”

“Come sit in my lap.”

He held out a hand and helped her to straddle his lap, facing him. He ran a finger down her cheek. “You look beautiful in black lace, but I think tomorrow I want you naked all day.”

She swallowed. She’d expected to spend time naked, but hadn’t planned on spending the entire day naked. Not on the second day.

“Yes,” he mused. “I think I’ll display you like a fine piece of art. Perhaps on a table. I can appreciate your beauty as I work, all the while imagining all the sordid things I want to do to your body. And then, when I finish for the day, I’ll write them all down and have you pick one.”

She was going to sit on a table? All day?

“Is that a frown?” he asked.

“Just trying to understand how it’ll work, Sir, with me being on a table.”

“It will work how I say it will work. It’s not your place to understand. The only thing you need to understand is that I have everything under control.”

“My brain has a hard time shutting off, Sir.”

“Yes, I know. Do you see now why it’s best you not work at the shop for these two weeks?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I know it’s a difficult state of mind to get to, but once you do, you’ll stop analyzing everything so much.”

“Thank you for understanding my struggles, Sir.”

He traced her lips with his finger. “I think I have something that might help.”

“It’s not an anal plug, is it?”
Please don’t let it be an anal plug.

He snorted in surprise, took a deep breath, and shook his head. “No, nothing quite as awful as a plug. In fact, I think you’ll like this. Go kneel in the middle of the room.”

As she moved off his lap, her mind raced trying to imagine what it could be, but she came up with nothing. The sound of a drawer opening led her to believe he had it stored in his office, and that just confused her more. The only thing she would think he’d have in desk drawers were office supplies.

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