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  I draped her hair over her shoulder, still out of the way, but it helped hide some of the marks on her back.

  She didn’t answer me right away, and I was growing impatient. She trusted me or she didn’t, but she had to answer.

  I smacked her ass, hard enough to sting, light enough to be a warning smack and not a punishment.

  She jumped, pressed her hips against the side of the bed.

  “Sorry! Sorry, sir, I was just thinking.”

  “I’m certain I already made it clear that was no longer your job tonight.”

  My hand was raised to spank her again but she answered too quickly. “I know. I was just thinking that I wasn’t sure I could experience anything more powerful than I already did.”

  She licked her lips and turned her head. The hint of a teasing smile was on her lips and while it made her beautiful, it still showed her sass.

  I blanked my expression as best as I could. If she thought tonight was a night for humor, then she was sorely wrong.

  “You will,” I assured her, ensuring she understood the warning in my tone.

  Her eyes widened and before she could hide her surprise, I slid the blindfold over her.

  Without giving her further warning, I spanked her again. She made a noise of surprise before relaxing. After another two smacks, where I alternated my hand on her ass, reddening all of the small area, I stopped to give her time to recover from them.

  Through each one, I watched as her cheeks turned darker, her flush spread to her back as I increased my force and speed.

  “We’re at fifteen,” I said, stopping for a moment. I ran my hand in large, soothing circles across her reddened backside. Exquisite. “You’ll get more, but you may not come until I tell you. Understood?”

  She nodded, her cheek pressing against the covers of the bed. “Yes, sir. Please.”

  Her begging shot fire to my dick. I quickly undid my belt and pushed off my pants, taking my underwear with them. I was naked behind her, and for a moment, wished I could remove the blindfold. What would she think when she saw my dick, my hand wrapped around it, right before I pushed it into her?

  “You’re drenched,” I said, gliding my hand between her thighs and running my fingers through her slit. “You like being spanked, don’t you? You like the fact you have no control right now. It’s killing you and driving you insane at the same time. Am I right?”

  “Yes, sir,” she moaned as my thumb brushed her clit. “I like it. More, please.”

  “Ah.” I brought my hand down on her red ass and laughed. “I like you begging, but I think I’ve heard enough. If you can be silent for ten more spankings, I’ll reward you. Only speak if you need to say yellow or red. Understand?”

  Her hips pressed against the bed and I almost growled.

  The little minx, trying to get off without me touching her. “If you come, and if you even think of getting yourself off before I’m fucking you and playing with your ass, our session will end immediately, Chloe.”

  She gasped at the warning, but I waited until she relaxed her hips. Settling myself behind her, I grabbed her hips, letting her feel the head of my cock run through the crease of her ass down to her wet folds. A muffled sound came from her pressed together lips and her hands curled into fists.

  “Soon, I’ll be fucking you, and you’ll love it, won’t you?”

  She nodded rapidly, jaw clenched tight.

  “Good girl,” I crooned, running my hand over her ass. I smoothed the still reddened areas, calming her. With my other hand, I kept a tight hold on her hip, pulling her as far from the bed as I could so she didn’t come. I settled myself against her ass, my dick pressed tightly between us, and I spanked her again.

  Every time my hand stung her heated flesh, her lips parted like she wanted to scream.

  “You’re doing so well,” I said, after I counted to eight.

  On ten, I didn’t wait for her to relax. I grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed my cock to the hilt inside of her.

  “Fuck,” I groaned. She was tight as hell, smooth as silk, and so fucking hot. I only stayed inside a moment before pulling out. Damn it! She had me turned so inside out I hadn’t covered myself.

  “No!” she cried out when I left her. “Simon, sir...please.” She pleaded with me, tears dripping down her cheeks.

  “I need a condom,” I said, “and if you forget to stay silent again this ends, Chloe.”

  I tore the foil, rolled down my condom and then teased her again. “You close?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Her wetness and heat and swollen pussy made it obvious. When I reached around to the front and played with her, her clit pulsed beneath my thumb.

  God, she was glorious. Spread and bound and trying so damn hard to stay in control.

  I wanted her surrender. Needed it more than I’d expected or even considered. I wouldn’t keep playing with her if this were all a game to her.

  I pushed inside of her again, slowly, allowing her body to stretch to accommodate my size. Two inches in, one out, slowly in, then out. Her tongue darted out, swiped her lips. She bit down on it, while I continued teasing her.

  This girl. She had me by the balls and she didn’t even know it. One little swipe of her tongue drove me insane, and I planted myself deep inside of her. With my hand on her pussy, I felt my dick moving in and out of her. Someday, she’d have her fingers there, pressing against our connection and getting herself off while I fucked her brains out.

  I fucked her relentlessly. Somewhere deep inside me, the urge to destroy her burned through my veins and went straight to my balls and dick. Everything tightened, my self-control firmly unleashed.

  Her body shook and quivered beneath me, shook from the speed of my thrust and the way she was fighting back her orgasms. Soon, her insides were clamping down on me. I pressed my thumb against her clit.

  “Hold it, Chloe. Not yet.”

  She huffed. Her fingers dug into the sheets. Her entire body trembled with need.

  I shifted my angle, hitting her in the perfect spot. She was close to losing her control so I increased my pace.

  “Come,” I grunted out, my balls slapping against her swollen pussy. “Come on Chloe, release it to me.”

  “Simon! Yes! Simon!” She chanted my name over and over again mixed with pleasure and cries until I slammed my hips against her ass. I fell over her and curled my hand around her shoulder so I could pull her back against me.

  “Fuck,” I groaned. She was so damn hot and tight and wet, and her beautiful little voice along with her tiny body. I’d rip her in two. I wanted to, just so I could put her back together.

  It was too much. I pinned her between my hips and the bed, and squeezed her shoulder so tightly she’d bruise. I roared her name and grunted my release deep inside her beautiful, molten and perfect pussy.

  Chapter Eleven

  Chloe

  He’d wrecked me in the best and worst of ways. After he came, he held me at the shoulder, fingers digging into my sweat-slick skin, and dropped his head to the back of mine. His breath warmed my scalp, sent tingles down my spine. I couldn’t see him behind the blindfold, but I imagined the look of rapture on his face. He had to be just as greatly affected by what occurred between us as I was.

  “Let me get your bindings,” he whispered into my ear, brushing his lips over my skin.

  It was then a realization occurred to me. He’d just made me come multiple times, screwed me in a way he’d always claim a part of me, and he hadn’t yet kissed me.

  Disappointment swirled inside me, cooling me through the euphoria I’d just been trembling with.

  He removed the blindfold and I kept my eyes closed so he couldn’t see my pain. Smoothly, he pulled out of me and undid my hands, rubbing my wrists to bring feeling back into them.

 
His hands ran down my back, massaging my muscles until he got to my hips and helped guide me until I was standing, my back to his front, my shoulders against his chest.

  “You doing okay?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and quiet. “Yes, sir. I’m okay.” I wasn’t. To him, I truly was just a body and a training tool. The realization stung deep.

  His hands massaged my arms, his callused palms lightly scraped against my skin. “You’re trembling. Was it too much? Did I hurt you?”

  I shook my head. Emotions were threatening to expose me and I couldn’t allow them to break free. Not in front of him. I’d lose it later when I was in my large and cool bed, when I was alone without the threat of whatever I’d see in his face.

  “You didn’t hurt me, sir.”

  “Simon,” he said. “We’re done for the evening, Chloe. It’s just us now.”

  My head brushed his chin as I nodded, and I stepped forward, away from his hold. I dropped my gaze to the floor, searching for the lingerie I’d discarded earlier. “I should probably go then.”

  “Go?” He reached out to grab my arm but I dodged his hold, bending to sweep up my nightgown. “Chloe, look at me.”

  I grabbed my gown and pressed it to my chest, suddenly feeling the need to hide myself from him.

  Silly, really, considering how he’d just ravaged me and touched every inch of me. My nipples still ached from his roughness.

  “What?” I asked, my voice too flippant to be casual. “You said we were done, so I figured I should leave.”

  His eyes narrowed and he turned, grabbed his glasses from the dresser and put them on. They were the only things he was wearing and before he fully turned back to me, I drank in the sight of him. Planes and muscles and sinew down his arms. A stomach too thick to be considered lean, and muscular thighs showing the power from his lifetime on skates.

  And his cock, still half-hard, long and thick. Holy shit. He’d felt large when he slammed inside of me the first time. Now, not even fully erect, I blinked. How had he fit without splitting me in two?

  I focused on the thick, red and gold curtains hanging from the sides of the windows.

  “What’s going on in your head?”

  “Nothing,” I answered. Too quickly. He stepped forward and closed the space between us in strides too quick and too long for me to run from. He was in front of me, his chest almost brushing against my hands still in front of me.

  He glowered down at me, cupped the side of my neck with one of his large hands. “This won’t work if we don’t communicate. If I’ve done something you didn’t like, you need to tell me. If you’re sore, I need to take care of you.” I was sore. My ass was burning in a way I’d be feeling him for days. I refused to admit it.

  “Now is the time we take a few minutes, relax, and talk about how the session went for both of us. But for my part, I think you did absolutely perfectly.”

  I preened under his affection and praise. My shoulders rolled back and slowly, relief coursed through me like the soothing balm of a hot bubble bath.

  “Thank you,” I murmured, still unable to look at him. “You were, well, everything was fine for me, too.”

  “Fine?”

  God. He was going to stand here and hold me until I admitted everything. Fear of the repercussions held me back so I pressed my lips together in order to prevent it.

  “Chloe, I thought I made myself clear. When we’re together, it’s my job to take care of you. I won’t let you leave here tonight without being certain you’re okay with everything.”

  Okay? It’d been the most crazy and mind-bending experience I’d ever known possible.

  His fingers dug into the side of my neck and I flinched at the tightness in his voice.

  I dragged my eyes from the curtains and when I met his gaze, my breath almost lodged inside my throat. His gray-blues were swirling with concern, heavy and thick as it pulsed off him, and I suddenly understood.

  I lifted my hand and curled it around his forearm, squeezing gently. “I promise, Simon. Everything you did to me is exactly what I always wanted. I enjoyed every crazy minute of it.”

  His eyes flickered between mine and lightened as he blinked. “Okay then,” he said, lips lifting into a grin. “Then we’ll go the bathroom and I’ll clean you up before you go home. I still need to rub arnica oil on you so you don’t hurt too much tomorrow.”

  He stressed too much with a wicked tilt to his voice. He wanted me thinking about him tomorrow. It was what a Dom did. Wanted his sub, his possession, to remember him and think of him when he wasn’t around. But for me, the girl who’d always wanted to be his in every sense of the word, it gave me a flicker of hope to hold on to.

  “Okay, Simon. You can take care of me.”

  His hand tightened on my neck before he let go, tangling our fingers together as he dragged me to the bathroom.

  He didn’t bathe me, but he warmed several washcloths, and ran them over every inch of my skin. He slowed his care when he cleaned my breasts, tugging the cloth over my nipples and my pussy in a way that turned me on as I watched him in the mirror.

  He smirked, setting the washcloth down on the counter and bracing me between his arms. “You’re turned on, aren’t you?” he asked, keeping his gaze frozen on mine in the mirror. Like a magnet, I couldn’t pull away from his molten stare behind his glasses. “Answer me.”

  “Yes. Every time you touch me it turns me on.”

  “Damn you’re sexy,” he groaned, dropping his head to my shoulder. “Stay here. Don’t move an inch.”

  He speared me with a glare promising punishment if I didn’t obey and hurried out of the bathroom. When he returned, he had a condom already over his hard cock and I gasped. He was large. Every inch of him was honed and built with perfection. But his cock was beautiful. Thick and long, it stood at attention as he prowled toward me. I licked my lips, desperate for any taste of him I could have.

  “I’m going to fuck you nice and slow, and you can scream and come whenever you want. Do you understand?” He stepped behind me and pulled on my hips, angling me for him. He took one of my legs, lifted and bent it until my knee was propped on the counter. I was as wide as I could possibly get.

  He ran his fingers through my pussy and I leaned forward further, wrapping one hand around the faucet to help steady me.

  This time when he entered me, he moved slowly. I savored every inch of him disappearing into me. My mouth dropped and my gaze fell to where we were connected.

  “Play with yourself,” he said, his voice rich and husky. His jaw was tight, like he was fighting against losing himself in me. It was serious enough I didn’t hesitate. With my free hand, I rolled my clit with my fingers, and then spread them against me so I could feel the width and hardness of him as he moved.

  My head fell back to his shoulder at the sensations coursing through me. Hot, fire, ice, pain, ecstasy. Was sex always supposed to feel so wonderful and terrifying?

  “Simon,” I gasped, unable to tear my eyes from his in the mirror. He’d been watching his cock thrust inside me. At his name on my lips, he lifted his eyes to mine.

  I wanted to reach for him, to tangle my fingers in his hair and play with the scruff along his jaw. I ached to run my hands over every inch of him like he did to me, to find all the places on his body that drove him insane with lust.

  “Play with your pussy,” he whispered, turning his head and pressing his lips to my ear. It was the closest thing he’d given me to a kiss and I shuddered.

  I did as he said, my climax already burning in my inner thighs spreading to my spine, igniting hotter. “I’m coming.”

  His speed increased, he drove harder, but through it all, his eyes never left mine as my orgasm shook me. It rolled through me like a runaway freight train and every nerve in my body exploded with a pleasur
e slower and more powerful than he’d given me before.

  He pushed himself deep inside me, pushed me to the tips of my toes and held me against him, his hand at my lower belly, fingers splayed so wide he covered me completely. His teeth sank into my flesh right before he groaned his released deep inside me, in places where I never should have allowed him to reach in the first place.

  * * *

  My phone rang on my desk, startling me from where I’d spent the last several hours of the morning working fruitlessly on ordering and inventory. Halfway through fall, winter not even hit, and I already had to think about spring fashion. I’d been combing over supply catalogs for weeks, and every time I did, my excitement over the spring fashions diminished.

  None of it excited me and I’d been wracking my brain and my suppliers all morning trying to find inspiration. I didn’t want pastels, which were the upcoming trend. I didn’t want soft and muted. I wanted bright colors with daring and bold designs.

  Unfortunately, I’d also been reminded of Simon with every shift of my seat. This morning when I’d woken up and showered, I’d glanced at myself in the mirror. Steam had clouded my view, but the marks he’d left were still visible. Broken vessels on my ass cheeks made me smile. It brought back not only the memories of him spanking me so hard and so quickly I’d almost rubbed out my orgasm on the corner of the bed, but also memories of when I’d finally gotten around to leaving the hotel. He’d cupped my neck in both of his hands and grazed lips over the corner of my mouth.

  It wasn’t a complete kiss, but it was something. Instead of leaving disappointed and fearful I was only a toy and a possession and a student, the small taste of him, so innocent compared to anything else we’d done, ignited hope inside me until it burned bright inside my chest.

  My phone rang again and I picked it up, answering before I could hesitate.

  He’d told me he’d call me today to see how I was feeling and made me promise I’d answer.