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The hold he had on her hair prevented her head from
moving; however, she shifted her gaze back to him. His blackened
eyes reached deep into her soul. She felt transference of trust and
security in those eyes but most of all she sensed desire and
possession, which both scared and excited her at the same time.

With his free hand, Asher traced down her neck and
slipped his palm inside her robe. His mouth was suddenly on hers
hungrily biting at her lip while he rolled her nipple between his
thumb and finger. His day-old stubble burned her lips and cheeks.
He released her hair and took both of her wrists into his
hands.

“Are you ready for your first lesson?”

Mia nodded her head and followed his gaze to the
insides of her wrists. His thumbs gently brushed against the
sensitive skin just below the inside of her palm.

“Keep your robe on and lie on your back in the middle
of the bed with your hands touching the headboard.”

Mia’s blood rushed through her veins as she climbed
onto the large bed. The crimson red restraints she saw earlier were
still tied to the headboard and footboard.

“Before you lie down put this on.”

He handed her a blindfold. Mia’s pulse raced so fast
she heard the thumping in her ears. She opened her eyes wide and
stared at him.

“Why are you blindfolding me? I thought you wanted to
see my eyes.”

Asher hesitated for a moment. “Do you trust me?”

“I-I think so.”

“That’s not very convincing but it’s a good thing. We
haven’t known each other long enough to develop a deep trust yet. I
want you to be blindfolded so that you get the most from the
experience. You can always use the safe word and we’ll stop. I have
an idea of your tolerance to this point.”

Mia searched his eyes and nodded. She put the
blindfold on, reclined on the bed with her head on a pillow and
reached up to the headboard.

“Good girl.”

She heard Asher walk around to the other side of the
bed. The cool fabric of the restraint wrapped around her wrist and
he knotted it below the base of her thumb. He did the same to her
other wrist and both of her ankles. Mia tugged at the restraints.
She thought that perhaps he wouldn’t tie them or he would make them
loose enough for her to wiggle out if it became too much for her.
She thought wrong. The only way she was getting out of these silky
bands was with Asher’s help.

She heard Asher open drawers on the other side of the
room and then felt the bed dip slightly as he sat down.

“I’m going to explain what is about to happen. I have
a couple of different D/s props that are pretty standard. I’m going
to use them on your body but I won’t push you. If it gets too much
for you, use the safe word. Do not simply say no because you’ll
come to realize soon that no doesn’t always mean no. Do you
understand?”

“I do.”

“Are you breathing so fast because you are excited or
scared?”

“Both.”

“Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want
me to.”

She heard the humor in his voice and pictured his
mouth forming a small closed smile. She began to calm and tried to
slow her breath to a normal speed. She felt him move into the
middle of the bed between her tethered legs. He untied the sash
around her waist. As he opened her robe, she heard him suck in his
breath. She felt a stiff end of something rigid on her skin. Only
it didn’t scratch like a stick, it was smooth and cold.

“This is called a riding crop. It’s made of leather
and can sting like hell if you get struck with it.”

Her body tensed.

She heard him chuckle. “Relax, Mia. I’m not going to
hit you with it.”

A light, cool touch tickled her wrist. She sensed his
presence looming over her as the end of the crop moved up and down
her arm and over her breasts. Between the bath and this slow and
wondrous torture, her nerve endings stood and waited at attention.
The end of the riding crop circled each breast and stopped in the
valley. She felt him shift down on the bed, closer to her feet as
the crop trailed south to her pussy. He detoured around her soft
core to the inside of one thigh and finally down to her toes. The
sensation stopped and she waited in anticipation to feel it move up
her other leg.

“Fuck.” He growled as his warm hands slid up her
thighs. “You are so wet, I need your pussy, Mia. I need to taste
you.”

He pushed her legs further apart and she gasped as
his warm tongue mimicked what she hoped would be his cock’s actions
soon. She pulled at her wrist restraints, instinctively reaching
for his hair. She wanted to run her fingers through it as he
attended to her pussy in such a delicious manner. His tongue made
its way to her clit while his fingers expertly found her G-spot and
applied just the right amount of pressure. Mia moaned and lifted
her hips to his mouth.

“Don’t come until I say so.”

Mia likened the sensation to climbing a mountain. Her
body reached short plateaus of pleasure, as she was brought closer
to the top. Suddenly, her feet were free of the ankle
restraints.

“Put your feet on my shoulders.”

Asher lifted her ass off of the bed and sank his
fingers deep inside.

“I need to fuck you. Now.” He growled.

“Please release my wrists, Asher. I want to touch
you. Please.”

“Damn it,” he said in a husky voice.

He hastily untied her and took off her blindfold. Mia
straddled him and unbuttoned his shirt. The heat from his chest
caused her nipples to grow taut. She threw her head back as he
feasted on her breasts. He swirled his tongue around her nipples,
coaxing them to deep red peaks. Asher lifted Mia off of his lap and
to her feet. He stood and backed her up two steps until she was
against the wall. She clung to the wall but mustered enough nerve
to check him out through a veil of eyelashes. Her breath hitched as
she watched the muscles of his chest flex as he stood close to her
and placed his hand on the wall next to her head. Her gaze
continued downward to his washboard abs and the trail of dark hair
leading down to his waistband.

“Mia.”

She looked up into darkened eyes.

“Keep your eyes on mine. Loosen my pants and take my
cock into your hands.”

She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She slipped
her hand inside and stroked his length. She tried to lean in to
kiss his neck but he pushed her back against the wall and coaxed
her gaze back to his. She slid the pants down over his ass so that
she could reach farther in and cup his balls in her hand.

“Fuck, Mia. What the hell are you doing to me?” Asher
growled as he hooked her leg over his arm and pinned her to the
wall. His free hand guided his cock into her slick core. Mia’s back
hit against the wall over and over again as he pummeled her with
deep thrusts.

He picked up her other leg and guided both to circle
his waist while her back was still against the wall. He held her
ass as his motion slowed. His cock, slick with her warm juices,
slid in and out of her channel. He carried her back to the bed and
sat so that she straddled him again. He guided her hips to a quick
rhythm, pushing her forward so that her clit rubbed against his
body. She raked her fingers through the ends of his hair.

“Damn, I’m close. Come for me, baby.”

His whispered plea was enough to send her over. She
cried out his name. Pleasure overwhelmed her body as her climax
came strong and fast. Asher’s release came a few deep thrusts
later. She felt the spasm of his climax as he spilled inside of
her. He brought her down to the bed and they lay together while he
was still inside her. They remained quiet while their breathing
returned to normal. Asher cupped her face in his hand and swept a
stray hair out of her eyes. “Beautiful,” he said as he rose from
the bed and buttoned his pants. He sat back down on the bed
shirtless and Mia admired his naked torso and muscular arms. She
yearned to outline the planes of his back with her fingers but she
was so tired she couldn’t raise her hand. She closed her eyes just
for a moment.

Chapter Eight

“Rise and shine, sunshine.”

Mia awoke naked and in the same bed that she was
tethered to the night before. Asher looked down at her as he lay on
his stomach resting his head in his hand. Mia blinked. It took her
a moment to realize exactly why she was there.

“It’s morning? Why didn’t you wake me? I have to get
to work.”

Mia kicked off the blankets and started to get out of
bed. Asher stopped her.

“I hoped you were already at work. The VP of Client
Relations position, it’s effective immediately, if you want it.” He
reached out and touched her arm. His fingers traced down to her
wrist, which he encircled and rubbed with the pad of his thumb.
“What do you say? Are you in, Ms. Lavender?” he asked and raised
his eyebrows.

Mia looked down at her wrist and her gaze moved to
the discarded restraints still tied to the headboard. Her eyes
shifted to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room and
her heart fluttered as she imagined what it must contain. One of
the job responsibilities would be helping women just like her to
learn, understand and enjoy this lifestyle. But first she needed to
be trained. A smile crossed her face.

“I’m in, but there’s a problem.”

“Problem?”

Mia crawled back into bed. “Yes, I thought you would
be the perfect trainer, but I’m afraid you were a little too
vanilla for me last night, Mr. Cane.”

Asher cleared his throat. “Too vanilla?”

Her fingers traced the muscles in his shoulders as
she winked. “I think I need a stronger hand. Perhaps you know
someone who can help me?”

Asher scooped her up in his arms and growled. “You
are a bad girl, Missive Mia. That was orientation, sweetheart. Your
real lesson starts now, in the suite next door. But first you must
get dressed. You’ll find your outfit hanging on the door in the
bathroom.”

She sprang from the bed and he swatted her ass. Her
heart raced with anticipation as she headed into the bathroom.

“Mia?”

She turned and cocked her head to the side.
“Yes?”

“Welcome to The Satin Rose.”

The End

Danica Avet

Copyright © 2012

Chapter One

My little messenger,

I hope things have slowed down at work for you. Your
boss is a prick for making you work so much overtime, but who
knows? Maybe all of your hard work and dedication will show him
you’re long overdue for a promotion.

Things are fine here. I guess. The fucktards I work
with won’t give me a break. Honestly, is it too much to wish they
would do their fucking jobs so I don’t have to? You’d think it was
against their religion or something to actually work.

But I don’t want to talk about them.

I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I know we never
shared much about ourselves on the game, but I can’t get you out of
my head. I don’t want to sound like a stalker or anything, but I
think we should meet.

Thinking of you,

Thunderkiss

Iris Argyris stared at her computer screen, frozen
with fear, indecision, and excitement. After meeting him on a
mortal online role-playing game, she’d come to know everything she
possibly could about the mortal who’d become her in-game husband.
She knew he had a filthy mouth sometimes, that he avoided
red-sauced foods like the plague, that he was single, that he lived
in Houston, and that he was mortal. Oh, and he could make her burn
hotter than a supernova in a matter of seconds. Their cyber sex
life was beyond fantastic, especially for one of the few virgin
goddesses on Mount Olympus.

They’d only ever talked via the safety of the
Internet, and hadn’t shared their real names with each other, but
it didn’t matter because they’d talked about a million small things
that painted a bigger picture. A picture that spelled trouble for
her and then she’d done the unthinkable. She’d fallen in love with
him. A mortal.

Because she’d lied to him when she told him she was a
college student who worked part-time as a bicycle messenger. Iris
laughed bitterly. She’d never been to college, much less school. As
an immortal, she’d been around long before schools were.
Twenty-five thousand years, to be exact. She was beyond ancient.
And this mortal wanted to meet her. Her heart threatened to come to
a complete stop at the thought of seeing him in the flesh. She
hadn’t used her resources at Olympus, Inc. to track him down
despite how much she’d wanted to. She’d respected his need for
privacy. But she’d wanted to know more about him, wanted to see
what he looked like.

He’d made vague references to having trouble finding
clothes to fit him, which led her to believe he was either a little
overweight, or very tall. She didn’t care. He’d also let it slip
one day that he was tired of being judged by the way he looked and
wanted to know why couldn’t women see beneath the outside. So he
probably wasn’t sinfully handsome like the Olympians she worked
with on a daily basis. She still didn’t care. She’d gotten to know
Thunderkiss, his game handle, and wanted him. But would he like
her?

He’d never asked for her picture and she’d been
grateful. Like him, she was tired of being judged by her outward
appearance. She winced and fingered a strand of her rainbow colored
hair. As the goddess of rainbows and a divine messenger for
Olympus, Inc., the Greek pantheon’s corporation, Iris knew what it
was like for everyone around her to look at her and think she was
beautiful, but untouchable. That was why she was still a virgin at
twenty-nine thousand years old. She gritted her teeth. Other
Olympians saw her as too innocent and pure because of the beautiful
rainbows that followed in her wake. Mortals had nothing but awe for
her when she went to Earth. It was annoying and lonesome.