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“Good girl,” he purred, removing his hand from beneath my chin. “Very good girl.” He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Now… I want you to take off my pants.”

Chapter Three

My ears were still ringing as I tried to comprehend what he’d just said.
We’re going to do that? Here?
Why the hell not? Anthony had had me do it plenty of times before.
You trust Dylan, don’t you?
Of course I did, but so fast? I swallowed and the scars on my back, hidden under my blouse, burned with red flame.
He won’t see them.

Tears stung my eyes.

“Was I unclear?” Dylan asked, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling it so I’d look up at him.

I yelped. “No, Master.” My words were slurred, and he released me.

He reached for a pillow on the couch and dropped it to the floor. “Kneel on that.”

His voice was firm, but just that command alone was proof enough he knew his subs. Even his new ones. I happily accepted the pillow and placed it under my knees. The pain quickly subsided, and I straightened my back.

But when I moved my hands to unbuckle his belt, he stopped me. “Am I scaring you?”

Breathe.
“No, Master.”

“Am I moving too fast?”

My mouth watered at the thought of the erection hiding beneath the thin layer of fabric. “No, Master.”

“Continue.”

I bobbed my head and willed my hands not to shake as I traced his belt buckle with my fingers. The metal was cool and, once I remembered to breathe, the belt came undone, the worn leather sliding against his slacks.

I wrapped my fingers around the fabric, fishing for the button, followed by the zipper, which unfastened without much resistance. My clit throbbed as my fingers brushed against his cock—just one more layer of fabric between him and my hungry lips. And even though I hadn’t tasted him yet, I could smell him.

My hands couldn’t move fast enough after that. I wanted him. Needed him. I
had
to taste him. Right…now. Dylan flinched when one of my nails clawed at his stomach, and I winced.

“Sorry, Master,” I said, steadying my fingers, afraid to try again.

Dylan raised his hips from the couch, the tip of his cock pressing against my nails. “Mmm. You stopped.”

“I didn’t want to hu—”

“If you hurt me, I’ll tell you. Keep going.”

You say that now…
I sucked in a breath. He trusted me, but I didn’t trust myself. He lifted his hips again, hissing anytime one of my nails caught on his shaft. He did it again.
You can’t be serious.
Was he really enjoying this?

I hooked my fingers so his next thrust would hit my knuckle, and he whimpered. He grabbed at the end of the cushion as he fixed his posture. Once I was sure he wouldn’t move, I pulled the waistband of his boxer briefs away from his skin, carefully removing the fabric from around him.

Heat brushed my cheeks, and I rested my hands on his legs as I inspected him. He was completely bare. No hair, no stubble. Nothing. I’d never seen a man without pubic hair in my entire life, and up until now, I’d thought it was just a myth.

Dylan’s laugh caught my attention. “I take it you’ve never seen a man shaved down there before?”

My eyes widened, and I shook my head. “I didn’t even…” I wasn’t shaved down there. I hadn’t even bothered. “You shave?”

Dylan nodded. “Less friction that way.”

I ached to touch him, to see if he felt as smooth as he looked. But at the same time, I didn’t want to break him. An invisible hand squeezed my heart as breath rushed from my lungs. His cock pulsed from the changing temperature, and I did it again, carefully blowing air against his exposed skin. A moan escaped his lips. Or was it mine? I couldn’t tell.

“You can touch it, you know,” Dylan said, between short breaths of air. “You aren’t going to hurt me any more than I want you to.”

“I know—it’s just that…” I furrowed my brow and glanced up at him. “Do all Doms…?”

“What? Do we all look like hairless rats down there?” He smiled and wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes. “Not all of us, no. Some trim, some wax, and some shave, like me.”

I winced at the thought of waxing down there. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Waxing can, but shaving won’t so long as you do it right.”

I went to say something else, but my voice had stopped working. Any time I’d shaved down there, I’d got ingrown hairs and had felt uncomfortable for weeks while the hairs had tried to grow back in.
He probably has to shave every night. No, thanks. Too much maintenance for me.

He leaned over to whisper in my ear. “I’ll be shaving you soon.”

A shiver kissed my spine, and I fought it back down. Swallowing, I tried to memorise every curve of his cock and balls as I brushed my fingertips up and down his length. He arched his back away from the couch and rested a hand on one of my shoulders, his grip on me tightening any time my fingers brushed his head. By now, I was pretty sure I was salivating more than enough for him to see drool at the corners of my lips.

I sucked in a lungful of air and once I felt the saliva was slick against my tongue, I pulled his boxers down a little farther and bowed my head. My clit screamed for my attention as I licked the head of his shaft. Dylan groaned and dug his fingers into my collarbone.

I whimpered around the pain and closed my eyes, holding the base of his shaft before taking it in my mouth. He was just the right size. I had to adjust my jaw to accommodate him, but it wasn’t painful or uncomfortable.

After wrapping my lips around my teeth, I used slow, fluid strokes from the base all the way to the top, then back down again. Tightening my lips around him even more, I traced the vein on the underside of his cock with the tip of my tongue. He opened his legs, allowing me to lean even closer to him.

His body jerked when some of my hair fell into his lap, the strands probably tickling his thighs. My lips curled, and I quickened my pace.

“Like that…” Dylan exhaled. “Do it just like that.”

The hand he had on my shoulder moved to the back of my head, applying pressure whenever I went farther up his shaft than he wanted me to.
Let him take control.
It was what I’d promised, and after adjusting my weight against the edge of the couch, I followed his hand—going down when he wanted down, going up when he let me come up.

My nipples hardened as they rubbed against his cushion, and I groaned. His legs were shaking now, short tremors shooting through his body, right into mine. The air between us was electrified, and I was sure that if he took his hand off my head, my hair would be reaching for the ceiling.

His breath caught as the up and down of his hand stopped, holding me in the down position.
He’s close.
So very close.
Please, Master. Please let me taste you.

“You want this, don’t you?” Dylan asked, his words coming out in a jumbled mess. I couldn’t reply, so I squeezed his leg. “You feel amazing.” No, he sounded as if he were almost crying. “Your mouth…fucking amazing.”

I went to lift my head, to form a reply, but his hand directed me again.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Hold.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Hold.

The third time he held me down, I deep-throated him, delighting in the way his body jumped, the way he grasped at the back of my neck.

“Keep doing that, baby, and you’re going to make me—”

I deep-throated again. Twice. A third time. A shudder raced through him, and as he gasped for air, I swallowed, going down on him as much as I could until there wasn’t a single drop left.

“Oh my God…” Dylan exhaled and removed his hand from the back of my neck. He leant forward, his lips brushing my ear. “I felt a tooth.” He growled ever so slightly, but it was more than enough to make my shoulders bunch up from his disappointment.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I murmured, closing my eyes as I counted the seconds between now and when he spoke again.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice gentler than before. His hand rested on my cheek. “You’re still learning. Don’t let it happen again.”

I sighed with relief, and even though his disapproval was still in the back of my mind, it wasn’t nearly as strong. I’d made a mistake, which was unfortunate, but almost always expected with new subs—or so I’d been told.

“I won’t, Master,” I said, and covered my teeth with my lips as if to prove to him—to both of us—that it would never happen again.

“Good girl. Come here.”

After taking a steadying breath, I accepted his invitation, sitting on the cushion beside him, my head resting on his chest. Using one hand to replace his boxers and fend off the chill in the room, he kept the other at the small of my back. His heartbeat thrummed in my ear, lulling me into a trance as I struggled to hold on to his taste. His smell.
Don’t forget this moment.

Dylan lifted my chin and pressed his lips to mine, parting them moments later with his tongue, tasting what I’d just tasted. I arched my back and moaned when he deepened the kiss. His hunger only seemed to grow the longer we sat there, tangled in each other’s arms. I was pretty sure by now that my hair was a complete mess.

When Dylan broke the kiss, we were both breathless. “I think…” He paused and drew in a deep breath. “I think it’s best if we take this somewhere else, don’t you?”

I wasn’t sure if he was my teacher now, or my Master, but I bobbed my head anyway. If he’d allow it, I would’ve taken him right there, but I had a feeling that once we started we wouldn’t be able to stop, and there were probably other Doms waiting for the room.

After prising me from his arms, Dylan stood and fixed his pants. He helped me with my hair, then guided me back outside. There, we got into our separate cars, and I followed him home.

Chapter Four

A petite brunette, whom I could only guess was Marnie, was waiting for us just inside the door when we reached his condo. She bowed her head to Dylan, accepting his jacket, which she folded over one arm. Then, smiling at me, she nodded and held out her hand, gesturing for me to go with him.

“Will you be needing anything, Master?” Marnie called from behind us.

Dylan waved a hand. “I’ll call on you if we should need your help.”

With that, the footsteps following me stopped, and we continued through the lower level of the house. I’d ordered myself as soon as we’d walked in through the door to keep my vision on the ground, but as my nerves balled in my stomach I decided to take my chances and I looked up just enough to see we were heading towards a kitchen.

I relaxed, but the knot in my stomach wound a little tighter when Dylan stopped in the middle of the hallway, where there was a door on either side of us.

“I’m going to grab some water out of the kitchen,” Dylan began. “You can use the bathroom if you want. It’s to your right.”

I nodded, if only to myself, and quickly ducked inside the small room, flicking on the light. With the noise outside muffled by the fan, I leaned over the sink to wash my face. The cold water did very little to calm my nerves or to lower the temperature in Dylan’s house. We weren’t on neutral ground anymore.

I relieved myself and stepped back out into the hall, immediately lowering my gaze when I saw Dylan standing outside, a bottle of water in either hand.

“Ready?”

I bobbed my head, holding my breath as he opened the other door, which I could only assume led down into a basement or some kind of family room.

“What about Marnie?” I asked, standing at the top of the steps.

“She’ll join us later,” Dylan promised, slowly making his way down the stairs.

I followed close behind him, wincing whenever one of the steps creaked under my weight. As soon as we reached the first landing, the door upstairs locked.
It’s just Marnie.
Clenching my jaw, I steeled myself for whatever was waiting at the bottom of the steps. The lights Dylan used were dim, a soft glow clinging to the walls.

I turned and continued down the stairs until we reached the bottom.

“Welcome to my dungeon,” Dylan said, squeezing my hand.

Dungeon?
I forced myself to look up, my shoulders tensing as I did. He wasn’t kidding. My vision swept across the room, and I took in all of Dylan’s
toys.
Floggers sat on a rack at one end of the room, and a vertical X was standing across from us.

“We’ll get to those later,” Dylan said, resting a hand on my shoulder. “Are you frightened?”

“I…” I stared at the dark walls and carpeting. “No, Master.”

“You need to be honest with me. Are you scared?”

“No, Master.”

“Nervous?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl. Nerves are normal, but we won’t be playing in the dungeon today.”

I furrowed my brow. If we weren’t going to play, then why were we down here in the first place?

As if he could read my thoughts, Dylan said, “We’re down here so I can inspect you. I like to look my subs over before playing with them. This is also a good time for you to tell me if you have any allergies. Are you allergic to any metals?”

“No, Master.”

“Do you have any phobias? Are you afraid of anything? Crowded spaces, perhaps?”

“Do spiders count?”

He smiled. “Not in this dungeon, no, but it’s still good to know. Do you have any questions before we begin?”

“No, Master.”

“Good girl.” Dylan held his arms behind his back. “Stand in the centre of the room. I want you to remove all your clothing.”

I bit at my bottom lip and eyed the stairs.

“Am I scaring you?” Dylan asked, resting a hand under my chin.

“No, Master.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Remember, you can put the brakes on this at any time. Even though I’m your Dom and you have given me control over you, you’re still in control. Your safe words allow you to stop anything I’m doing at any time. Tell me your safe words.”

“Red and yellow, Master.”

“And what do they do?”

“Yellow to slow down and red to stop, Master.”