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  She continued across the floor, determined not to complain about the cold or the rough texture of the tiles.

  Alani had little time to take in her surroundings—the stainless-steel appliances, poured concrete countertops, island with barstools and the small table near the bay window—before he said, “Dawdling will earn you a time-out.”

  A time-out? Her first reaction was to bare her teeth. He had no freaking idea how uncomfortable it was to crawl on this unyielding surface. She wasn’t taking her time. She was trying not to bruise her knees.

  “I believe in the punishment fitting the crime,” he told her. “You want to take your time, delay the inevitable? Then you’ll get more time to think about it.”

  She stopped in the middle of the room, hating how well he seemed to know her.

  Making sure she didn’t stall, she knelt up, unknotted her belt then shrugged out of the coat. He took it from her and draped it over the back of a barstool. He placed her purse and overnight bag on the island. “I will be right back. You’re not being abandoned. Two minutes, max.”

  She nodded. Despite his reassurance, being alone in his kitchen unnerved her, and she suspected he knew that.

  Like a good sub, she waited, her gaze downcast, for a few seconds. Then, since the sounds he made came from a distance, she glanced around.

  As she might have guessed, his place was immaculate. There wasn’t even a glass out of place. Either he had a housekeeper or he kept things simple.

  Beyond the island, there was a table with four chairs, then, past that, a living room with a large picture window covered by blinds. It was as if she were shut off from the rest of the world.

  His footsteps echoed, louder than they had been, telling her he was near. She returned to her previous, fake-sub pose.

  “Good,” he said.

  She risked a sideways glance and saw him placing things on the table. Nerves wracked her stomach.

  “Now I want you on all fours. Forehead on the tiles.”

  She thought of protesting but kept her mouth shut. As she complied, she noticed he’d removed his leather jacket. That made his arms look more powerful.

  “You had a small plug in your ass at the club. Since I intend to take you up the rear when it suits me, we’ll begin preparing you now.”

  Anal wasn’t one of her favorite things. But the way he took charge was.

  “Dip your back. I want to see your gorgeous titties on the floor.”

  She obeyed, fighting to keep her balance.

  He moved behind her.

  There was something heady and humiliating about not being able to see anything except his shoes and the bottom of his jeans. Her ass pointed skyward and she was wide open, exposed.

  He squirted lube on her ass. “We’re starting with two fingers since I stretched you a bit earlier.”

  “Yes, Sir.” As if what she wanted mattered, unless she used a safe word.

  His motions slow but relentless, he pushed into her.

  She eased her bottom back, trying to allow him greater access and cause herself less discomfort.

  When his fingers were buried to the knuckles, she exhaled. It hurt, but it was alternately tantalizing, making her aware of her submission to him.

  He finger-fucked her.

  Damn!

  It thrilled her more than she could have imagined. He spread his fingers a bit, forcing that ring of muscle to stretch wider.

  “Better,” he said.

  The little plug earlier hadn’t hurt nearly this bad.

  He left her, her ass gaping open, her entire body uncomfortable on the cold tile floor.

  “Turn your head to the side.” He crouched next to her and showed her a glass butt plug.

  “Oh, God.” How the hell would that thing fit up there? She was far from an anal virgin, but she’d never even considered having something that big up inside her. Surely it had a bigger girth than his cock?

  “Is there a problem, Alani?”

  “No. No, Sir.”

  “I wouldn’t want to think you were already being disobedient.”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Good. Then beg me to insert this up your tight little hole.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut. Beg him? It seemed he did indeed have some sadistic tendencies. She was already learning a lot about him. There were plenty of ways to torture a submissive. Being clamped and spankings were only part of what she’d experienced. “Please, please, Sir. I want you to shove that glass plug up my ass.”

  “What else do you want?”

  “I want you to fuck me with it, stretch me wide, prepare me for your cock.” She couldn’t believe she was pushing away her fear enough to say these things.

  As she watched, he drenched the glass with lube. Her heart raced and she clenched her ass cheeks involuntarily.

  He stood and slid the lubricant back onto the tabletop.

  All too soon, a chill went through her as he pressed the firm plug at her entrance.

  “I know you want to escape to that place inside your head where you can have a fantasy and shut me out, but I won’t let you.” He eased the plug partway in.

  She yelped.

  “My fingers were bigger than that. I have a larger size we can use if you’re going to complain like that.”

  His threat shut her up. The one going up her ass was enough of a monstrosity to terrify her.

  He eased it back out, and she managed to draw a breath.

  “We’ll find a rhythm once you tell me what I want to hear.”

  “Sir…”

  “Louder!”

  “I want you to fuck me with that horrible thing.”

  He slapped her left buttock.

  “Please fuck me with that big plug, Sir.”

  “That’s better. But not good enough.”

  As he spoke, he shoved the plug even deeper, but before she could protest, he pulled it back out.

  “I want it up there, Sir.”

  “Where?”

  “My ass, Sir. I want that glass plug in my ass.”

  “Why? So I can admire the way you look when you’re so stretched open for me?”

  “Yes, yes!” God, he was relentless. The plug hurt each time he thrust it in, but he pulled it back so quickly the hurt started to vanish as soon as she registered it. “Yes, I want it in my ass so that you can admire the way my hole is stretched and held open for you.”

  “And so that your pussy is even tighter when I fuck you?”

  “That’s it, Sir! I want my pussy to be completely tight for you. I’m so hot for you already, Sir. Please, please.” He had to want her. Enough to stop this torture and just fuck her? “I want you inside me,” she said.

  “Then take this plug, sub. Take it all. Take it now.”

  He continued the onslaught.

  The plug wasn’t like the ones she’d played with. The silicone ones had some give. The stainless-steel one he’d used earlier was shaped like a teardrop, and it was small. It had slid in without much effort. But this thing…? Glass was a force unlike anything she’d ever imagined.

  It had to be almost there? There was no way she could take any more. “Sir, no!”

  He pinched her clit.

  The shock distracted her.

  He shoved the plug deeper then pulled it back. “You’re getting closer.”

  It sounded like a promise. But maybe it was a lie. “I…I can’t.”

  “Use your safe word or beg for the plug.”

  The faster this is over, the better. “For fuck’s sake, give it to me!” She prayed the words sounded desperate and not as if she were trying to be in control. “I want this madness to stop. Please!” She told herself that when it was seated properly, it wouldn’t hurt as badly. The thick part of the plug was considerably wider than the stem. “Sir, I’m ready. Do it.”

  “Bear down,” he told her.

  Wincing, she curled her hands into fists against the floor.

  He pulled the plug all the way out before pushing it in d
eeper than it had been. “Breathe, Alani.”

  He increased the depth of penetration and the quickness of the strokes.

  Her body pitched forward and she screamed when he shoved it deep inside her.

  “You’re there,” he said, running his fingers down her back.

  Alani gulped in some air. As the seconds dragged into half a minute, the pain melted away.

  “It is unbearable?”

  She thought about it before answering. “No. My ass is full. Stretched wide as you wanted. It’s uncomfortable. But it’s not horrible.”

  “You hated that?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He fingered her cunt. “So why are you so wet? You’re a shameless painslut, Alani. You scream and carry on unless you’re being spanked, but your body betrays you. You’re horny.”

  Yes. Hoping he’d give her some relief, she moved her hips.

  “Not yet.”

  In frustration, she pressed her lips together.

  “Stand and strip. I want you naked.” His voice was hoarse, sexy. A ripple of feminine power went through her.

  He offered his hand, and she took it. Nathaniel pulled her close to him, into his complex vortex. Pain. Pleasure. Her need to be independent versus her desire to submit to him.

  With gentleness at odds with his power, he arched a thumb pad across her eyebrow. For a moment, she was tempted to lean into him, but she kept herself distant, not daring to start to care for him.

  “Thank you for being here. You’re getting under my skin, Alani.”

  “It’s mutual, Sir.” She tipped her chin to look at him. “And I don’t like it.”

  “I can’t imagine you do.” He grinned, which made him look carefree, younger, more accessible…and dangerous. “I like having my plug in you. My scent on you.”

  She shivered. Though she was no man’s submissive, he made her want to comply. She ached to please him.

  “I want to give you everything you’re expecting.”

  He already had.

  Master Nathaniel released her.

  Her heart ricocheting, Alani struggled to remove her tight-fitting top. Without a word, he slid a finger beneath it and lifted it up. When he’d removed it, he folded it and placed it on the island. Now she had her answer about why his kitchen was so tidy. The man took his military bearing seriously.

  “You do the rest.”

  Alani allowed her skirt to fall to the floor. When she scooped it up, he took it from her. She slipped out of her heels, then the rest of her clothing. He placed everything in organized piles.

  “You are perfect.” He swept his gaze over her. “Turn away from me and grab your ankles so I can see the plug in your ass.”

  She did, and she was very much aware of it shifting and the way she was stretched wide.

  “Just lovely,” he said, grabbing hold of the base and tugging on it.

  Hotter than ever, she moaned.

  “I think you like anal play more than you let on, Alani.”

  Maybe more than even she’d realized. He left her for a moment to wash his hands.

  “My bedroom is at the end of the hallway on the right.”

  Walking in front of him was considerably more submissive than walking behind him.

  “Stop. I prefer you crawl. I can enjoy your ass more that way.”

  Master Nathaniel was demanding and exacting, precisely what she wanted and needed. Heaven help her.

  She crawled, feeling the plug shift.

  He murmured approval.

  His room was as immaculate, as spartan as the rest of his home.

  A king-sized bed dominated the space, placed at an angle in the corner. A cheval mirror stood nearby. A chair stood at the foot of the bed and a lamp sat on a nightstand. There was no dresser or personal effects.

  Alani found it odd that several plump pillows had been tossed on top of the comforter, a seeming contradiction to the masculinity the room exuded.

  She stopped near the bed. Thank goodness the room had plush carpeting.

  “Kneel up. Hands behind your neck.” When she was in position, he went on, “Tell me what you want, Alani.”

  “I want you to fuck me, Sir.” Her voice trembled, betraying nerves unusual for her. “I want your cock.”

  His eyes blazed then darkened. “Come here, my gorgeous sub.”

  Since she didn’t have permission to stand, she crawled toward him, then knelt up and reached for his belt buckle. “May I, Sir?”

  “Nothing would please me more.” He toed off his boots as she worked the buckle free, then removed the belt.

  Alani dropped it on the floor. She unbuttoned the waist of his jeans. Then she leaned in and used her teeth to lower the zipper.

  “Perfect.”

  His approval rocked through her and she grinned. Pleasing this man mattered. Surprising him was even better. She pulled down his pants.

  He had boxers on, and his cock pushed insistently against the material. She reached a hand inside and curled it around his already-hard shaft.

  His back stiffened.

  She stroked him with her right hand while she used her left hand to work the elastic waistband lower.

  Finally, in frustration, she stopped stroking him and used both hands to undress him.

  “Impatient, Alani?”

  She dropped his boxers onto the floor. “What if I am, Sir?”

  He dug a hand in her hair. “Then that’s two of us.” He released her long enough to remove his T-shirt. He tossed it toward the chair.

  Of course he did.

  Giving in to her impulses, she closed her mouth around the head of his cock and placed her tongue against that sensitive underside.

  She sucked and licked, and she noticed that his knees gave, just a little. She loved being in control.

  He tightened his grip on her hair as she worked herself lower on his cock.

  Damn, the man was bigger than she remembered. Before now, she’d never struggled to give a man head.

  He thrust his hips forward, forcing her to take more of him. In defense, she wrapped her hand around him, trying to control the depth.

  “Hands behind your neck,” he reminded her.

  Bastard. Did he never get swept away, or was he always in total control? And would she want him if he allowed her to be in charge?

  With a sigh she hoped was quiet, she folded her hands behind her head.

  He kept one hand in her hair and cradled her skull with the other. She couldn’t pull away.

  He moved her head slowly, allowing her to slide up and down his cock, a little bit at a time, with pressure and determination. “All the way to my balls, Alani.”

  She closed her eyes, knowing she could do this. He wasn’t that big. At least, that was what she told herself.

  When the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged. She broke position, pulling away to gasp for air.

  She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and collapsed back onto her heels. She was embarrassed by her failure and she expected his retribution.

  “You’ll need more practice.” He didn’t sound angry, as she’d expected.

  “Yes, Sir.” She nodded and knelt up, determined not to gag again.

  Perspiration dotted her spine.

  He guided her this time as well, but a bit slower. His force was inexorable, however, and she took more of his cock with each thrust.

  She relaxed and allowed him to lead. Within a minute or so, she had his cock down her throat.

  “Fuck.”

  Despite his earlier order, she brought one hand forward and cupped his balls. His hips jerked and she knew he was close to ejaculating.

  She pressed a finger against his perineum and worked backward, toward his anus.

  He groaned.

  Encouraged, she pressed her finger against his hole.

  “Enough,” he said, pulling away and releasing his grip on her.

  She’d never heard his voice like that, raw and ragged.

  “Yes
, Sir.” Alani sat back on her heels again. She lowered her gaze and shook her head a bit, allowing her hair to fall forward so he wouldn’t see her smile. Mastering the master…was anything headier? “Will you please fuck me, Sir?”

  The act of sucking him had made her wet. The infuriating Dom had kept her on edge long enough. He wanted a relationship? Then let him consummate it. His licking her, fingering her, beating her had been fantastic, rewarding. But it wasn’t enough. She needed his cock in her cunt again. “Now,” she reiterated. “Now, please, Sir.”

  “I want you on the bed.” His voice was still gruff. “Kneel near the edge. Breasts on the mattress, ass in the air.”

  To entice him, she exaggerated her motions.

  His eyes had narrowed, and he looked ferocious with his cock jutting forward. But, damn him, he missed nothing.

  He opened a drawer. And she knew it was for a condom. But then she saw he’d pulled out a pair of fabric handcuffs as well.

  “Hands behind your neck, little sub.”

  She nervously complied. Now she’d have no way to brace herself or balance when he entered her. He was no fool.

  He scooped her hair to one side then fastened her wrists together.

  “Do you like bondage as much as pain, Alani?”

  “I haven’t spent a lot of time thinking about it. It’s a part of the scene, Sir. But I liked it when you tied me to the cross.”

  Their size difference made her aware of her femininity, and that turned her on.

  “What do you want?” He asked against her ear, sending thrills down her spine.

  “Make me yours.”

  “Fuck.” He smacked her left butt cheek, hard.

  Though it was difficult, she exhaled in pleasure. “Thank you, Sir!” Her pussy became wetter.

  “You’re hot, Alani.” He guided her back into position.

  He placed his left hand on the back of her neck to keep her where he wanted her. Then he slapped her right butt cheek.

  “Oh, God,” she groaned. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Then he delivered a harsh slap against the plug.

  She screamed at the radiating pain.

  Almost instantly, the sensation dissipated, leaving behind arousal. Despite her intention to behave, she wriggled her rear, a silent plea for him to take her.

  “Who’s in charge?”

  “You, Sir.”

  “When I tell you to keep your hands behind your head, where will your hands be?”