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“So eager are you?”

She nodded vigorously. Anxious to show him, she tilted her pelvis up. There was a low rip. Some rational part of her mind realized he was putting a condom on, but all her body wanted was the hard thick cock she’d felt against her stomach inside her. Feeling his body weight shift over her, she caught her breath as he settled between her thighs. His hands shifted into position just under her shoulders. The latex covered tip of his cock pushed against her swollen lips and went no further for several heartbeats. Unable to stand anymore, she lifted her hips and managed to get him a little farther inside. He growled and thrust fully into her. He filled her, stretched her, and covered her. He was large in every way, powerful, strong and taking her body. Her mind reeled at the possession inside and out.

Her cry was muffled by the gag. With her limbs stretched and his heavy torso pinning hers, she could only accept his lust. She reveled in him wanting her like this. The helplessness, the vulnerability, the submission—it was everything the card had promised.

His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered to her. “This is only the beginning, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of your fantasies, but I’m going to fulfill a few of my own. By the time you leave this room, you will know what it’s like to surrender your body to a master in every way possible. You won’t be getting much sleep, because I’m going to spend most of the time fucking you. Or teasing you until you’re begging me to fuck you. I will teach you how to please me. I will spank you if you’re bad. And,” he chuckled, a low warm sound that sent wet heat gushing to her pussy. “I’ll spank you when you’re good. I’ll put toys in your pussy that will make you scream as you come. Most of all, I’ll fuck this sweet little ass of yours. And you’ll beg me to.”

The hard, deep drive of his hips kept up the friction on her clit. Combined with the hot words and his breath on her ear, Francine felt the orgasm begin.

“No,” he told her. “You don’t come unless I give you permission.”

The shock of his statement had her gasping. Reverse psychology took effect as her body struggled to understand that it couldn’t do what he’d primed it to. His next thrust sent her over the edge. Behind the blindfold, she saw bright lights as heat rushed through her. Her pussy walls clamped tight around him. With a muttered obscenity, he too lost control and filled the condom. Spent, he rested on her for a few moments. His head lifted from the pillow next to hers and she felt his fingers pull the gag off. Grateful, she panted much needed oxygen into her lungs.

“Stay silent,” he told her.

Weakly, she nodded, still feeling the pleasure coursing in her veins.

He slowly pulled out of her and the bed shifted as he climbed off. After a moment, she heard water running before he returned. Her head turned toward him, her brow slightly furrowed. Without a word, he cleansed her thighs and pussy. Returning again, he sat on the bed.

“You came without permission,” he stated.

Slowly, she nodded. How bad was that? What would he do because she hadn’t been able to control her orgasm?

“A slave or submissive would expect to be punished for that.”

“I understand,” she whispered.

“I told you to be silent. I thought you wanted to please me.”

Francine saw the trap and frowned.

“Good girl,” he approved. “You catch on quickly. So you’ve never been spanked? Even as a child?”

Her head nodded on the pillow.

“I think you’ll find that it is a very different act than what a naughty child would receive,” he drawled. Going around the bed, he released her ankles before going to her wrists. “As this is your first time, it won’t be as many.”

He fastened her wrist cuffs together in front of her and pulled her off the bed.

“May I ask a question, master?” she managed. “This is all new to me and…”

“Ask,” he replied.

“What’s the difference between a slave and a submissive? You’ve called me both and I don’t understand the terms.”

“Within the guidelines we discussed on the phone, you are both.” He tugged her toward him and she stumbled forward off-balance. Strong hands caught her shoulders. “In the Club, as a rule, slaves are totally dependent on their masters. Many work here like the two who brought you to me.”

“What can their masters to do them?”

“Anything they want.”

Francine gasped at the idea of being only a sexual being.

“That is their choice,” he told her. “The only semblance to a slave you will have is sexual.” His lips nuzzled her ear lobe. “A master can use his slave sexually anyway he wants. That is what I intend to do with you.” His teeth nipped the sensitive skin. “A submissive has a few more rights, but that doesn’t really apply to the next twenty-three hours and some-odd minutes.”

Trying to come to grips with that, she took deep breaths. There were women who lived in this Club. Who let their masters do anything they wanted. She couldn’t imagine being that subservient to anyone. Both nipples were gripped between his thumbs and forefingers. She moaned at the heat rising in her again as he pinched. Her legs, already weak from the orgasm, buckled and she stumbled backward. One hand caught the chain linking her cuffs. He tugged her closer using the nipple still pinched. Trembling she stood before him, head hanging, out of her element and unsure of what to do.

“And you? What about you? What do you do here? Where do I fit in?”

Gently he put a finger under her chin and lifted her face.

“Here I’m your master. Part of being a good master is being careful with your slave,” he told her. His hand eased his grip on her and hefted the slight weight of her breast. “My responsibility is to take care of your needs. That requires administering punishment as well as reward.”

“What else?”

“What else?”

“You said part of being a good master,” she whispered. If this was just a taste of what it would be like, she would seriously consider finding out more about this whole Dominant-submissive thing. Her body was humming happily, which it had never done before. Her legs were wobbly! And the idea of more? This kind relationship beyond the bedroom? “Is there more?”

“There can be,” he allowed.

He’d tried that once early as a Dominant. Now nearly forty, Grant saw that he couldn’t have controlled Kalley the way she needed to be. Not then. Now he had the sexual knowledge and experience as well as the confidence beyond a playroom or bedroom where it might work. Ten years ago, he’d tried a normal relationship with Sheila and that had failed even more spectacularly. And publicly.

Francine was one of the world’s most recognized faces. Even if he wanted a sub like Peter had, Grant wouldn’t be able to keep her to himself without rousing suspicion or getting the very type of publicity he loathed. Sheila had craved the spotlight and been furious when he’d broken things off. That week of paparazzi hell nine years ago still haunted him. He’d dropped out of sight almost completely. As he’d expected, the spotlight had quickly moved on to focus on the next idiot foolish enough to stumble in public. Any type of relationship with Francine would put him right back in that circus. This one time was a big enough risk.

“How can there be more?”

Dragging himself to focus on her, he shook his head. They would never have more than this time. There was no way in hell he was going to willingly step back into that craziness. No matter how good a fuck she was.

“This is just a sexual fantasy, remember? That’s it.”

Francine nodded, wondering why she was disappointed at his answer. How could she be disappointed in being reminded that this was short-term?

An arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her against a muscular body. She felt herself carried ten steps before her feet touched the floor again.

“What are you going to do?”

“Spank you, then while you’re still secured to the bench, I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

He lifted her slim body and settled her on a padded bench. The blindfold was tightened slightly.

“I don’t understand. It sounds more as if this punishment,” she pushed the unfamiliar word past her lips. “Is to get you hard again so…”

“This was what you wanted,” he told her, voice calm. “You said you wanted to be completely helpless, totally dominated, and fully satisfied sexually.” His mouth brushed her ear. “Well, honey, let me tell you. I aim to please.”

The heat disappeared and she squeezed her eyes. She certainly felt the helpless part! To her it seemed totally unfair that he got to punish her when she’d come! What was that about? He’d come too!

“Nearly forgot this,” he murmured. “That’s part of the fantasy, isn’t it?”

She heard him walking around, heard drawers opening and closing, and tried to discern what he was preparing next. Dammit! What had been her fantasy relating to spankings? She felt something draped along her lower back before he eased it between her stomach and the padding. A belt? What for? She tried to remember her rambling and froze. Something about dildos in her ass and pussy. Oh, God! He wasn’t… She felt him part her ass cheeks and moaned.

“No, please,” she whispered, turning her head on the bench. “Kevin did it and…”

“Shh, sweet slave,” came the oddly gentle voice as his hand stroked her back. “This will be different. I promise. This is just a small butt plug. It’s lubed to go in easier. Gradually, I’ll use larger ones to get you ready for me to fuck you here.”

With a whimper, she felt the anal plug push past the sphincter muscle. In quick, smooth movements, he looped straps to secure the plug and then easily pushed a much larger dildo into her pussy. Francine had never felt so…full. But she had no idea what he was going to do.

“Master? Please, I...”

“Shh, little one,” he murmured from behind her. His hands caressed her from her buttocks up her back and along her sides. “Just take slow deep breaths and relax. I won’t hurt you. Damaging something so beautiful would be a crime.”

Dragging in shaky breaths, she rested her cheek on the silk. Silk? She didn’t know diddly-squat about BDSM, but everything she’d heard involved leather.

“I’m okay.” She finally nodded. “Sorry.”

“It’s all right,” he told her. “You’re new to this and I need to explain more to you.” He tapped the ends of the dildo and butt plug. “I think you’ll actually enjoy this punishment. These vibrate as the heat in your body increases. As your muscles squeeze them, they pulse.”

“And when I orgasm?”

He chuckled. Something hard—maybe a paddle—tapped her right ass cheek.

“You’ll see.”

“How many times are you going to spank me?”

“I’m going to spank you until you’ve had four orgasms. One after the other.”

“Right now?” She heard the incredulity in her own voice and knew he was the crazy one. “I’ve never had multiple orgasms. Or one so soon after, and…”

“Never? Excellent,” he growled softly. “I can’t wait to see your reaction.”

“I can’t,” she told him bluntly.

“Because a doctor or someone with extensive knowledge of inducing multiple orgasms from a woman said so?”

“I don’t think it’s possible for a woman…”

Smack! She gasped as the paddle struck her right cheek.

“What are…” She came off the bench as much as possible. “That hurt!”

“Do I need to gag you to get you to focus?” he demanded. “If this will be your first time…”

“All right,” she sighed, relaxing back down. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

A second later, the paddle came down on the left. She yelped again.

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