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  “I hate ‘em. No way will I ever slip and say it accidentally.”

  “And will you remember it?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Yes.”

  “The second rule of S&M 101, according to me… Expect the unexpected. I don’t play the way you’re accustomed to.”

  He waited, and she nodded.

  “So if you don’t want to learn about BDSM, no hard feelings. I’ll come back to the room and fuck you. May be a bit rougher than you’ve experienced, but still, it’ll be good for both of us.”

  He was supremely confident, and she didn’t doubt him at all.

  “I’ll gladly screw your brains out. And if that’s what you want, all you have to do is ignore my orders.” He stroked that sensitive spot beneath her chin. She ached to turn her head and lean into his palm, but he held her steady.

  “If I find you on the settee, we’ll have an enjoyable night together. Unfortunately, vanilla isn’t a flavour I enjoy often. But if you want to discover what you’ve been missing, then I will find you in the position I described.” His words hung between them. His face was set in firm, uncompromising lines. This was a man who knew what he wanted and would brook no compromise.

  She could easily become a puddle of desire at his feet.

  Quietly, commandingly, he added, “I will find you subjugating your own needs and desires. I will find you obedient. I will find you waiting on my pleasure.” He paused on his way out the door, turned and looked back at her.

  She was imagining the sting in the earlobe where he’d nipped earlier. It hadn’t turned her off; it’d made her hungrier.

  “That guy who fucked you, even though you didn’t behave? The one who spanked you and made it all about you? He didn’t understand Dominance and submission.”

  And, she knew, Trevor did.

  The door closed with a decisive click.

  S&M101

  Chapter Two

  Well, bugger all. Julia Landon, ice princess extraordinaire, wanted to have her arse warmed.

  Trevor was generally very good at spotting subs, women as well as men. But Julia had played her role as a professional so convincingly that he hadn’t seen any of the signals. She’d quite literally had to knock him upside of the head, bat her lashes over her gorgeous green eyes, and all but beg him to dominate her.

  Too bad they hadn’t met for drinks alone earlier in the trip. Hell, even two years ago. Up until this evening, there’d been a group of them, hanging out, sharing trade show horror stories, celebrating the end of the day.

  Well, he didn’t mind making up for lost time.

  He went back downstairs for another pint. No need to be in any hurry. In fact, prolonging her uncertainty was part of his plan.

  Trevor didn’t make himself too comfortable. He stood at the bar and drank his beer. And he couldn’t get his thoughts away from the sexy woman in his hotel room.

  He’d intentionally chosen his room, where she’d feel a little less comfortable. And if she were nosy at all, she’d find some interesting things in his suitcase.

  Just the idea of clamping her tits made his cock thicken. Not that his ardour had cooled one bit in the past half an hour.

  Despite what he’d told her earlier, the way she walked in front of him had made his dick feel like a steel rod. Her hair had swayed as she’d moved, and he’d fantasised about curling his fist in the long, blonde length as he held her steady for his possession.

  He wondered, as he took a long drink, if she’d actually follow through on her desires, or if she’d turn her cute tail and run for her own room. Would he find her naked with her legs spread and the scent of her arousal hanging sharply in the air?

  Unobtrusively he adjusted the front of his trousers.

  He’d intended to keep her waiting for twenty minutes, maybe half an hour. He wanted her to think things through and have doubts. To him, Dominance and submission were a lifestyle, not simply a diversion for some bored woman several thousand miles from home.

  But after fifteen minutes, he dropped a twenty on the bar and headed back to his room. For the first time in a long time, he was thinking more with his cock than his head.

  * * * *

  What she thought would be a five minute wait dragged into ten, then fifteen.

  Julia forced herself to resist the temptation to check the clock. Trevor was testing her. Well, either that or he’d gone back to the pub for another pint and completely forgotten about her.

  The chilled air whispered from the vents and chilled her naked skin, goose bumps dotted her arms, and her nipples were tight buds.

  Behind her closed eyelids, the room seemed to darken.

  One peek couldn’t hurt, could it?

  But what if he caught her and sent her away?

  Trevor Kendall wasn’t a thing like any man she’d ever been with. Thinking he was would get her sent away.

  Her knees fatigued and her arms started to strain. And she’d thought this would be a kick. Was she crazy?

  She heard a noise behind her. It sounded like someone was entering the room.

  Had he finally come back?

  When silence echoed in the room, her mind raced. Maybe the sound hadn’t been Trevor at all. Maybe she’d heard the maid come in for the nightly turn-down service. Oh God, what if the maid saw her like this? Julia was a trusted vendor; she had a reputation to maintain. Heaven help her, if someone other than Trevor was in the room, she’d die from the embarrassment.

  Still, she remained in position. The noise didn’t come again, and she told herself to stop freaking out. She probably had only heard someone going into a nearby room.

  That didn’t stop her mind from racing and her temper from fraying. How the hell long did he intend to leave her like this, alone in a darkened room, with her eyes closed, waiting?

  “You’re a good sub. Better than I thought you’d be. I did miss your signals over the past few years.”

  She jumped. He was there, behind her, watching her! Involuntarily, her eyes opened. Quickly, before he could see her infraction, she closed them again.

  Her heart thundered, drowning out whatever he was saying.

  This was intense.

  He was right with rule number two. She had never experienced anything like this.

  He’d returned almost silently, and not knowing what to expect shattered her nerves.

  “Keeping your eyes closed, stand up.”

  She felt completely disoriented. And that disorientation threw every one of her senses into a hyper-aware mode. This was beyond anything she’d ever expected. When she told him she wanted a spanking, she’d really had no idea what she was asking for.

  “Now turn towards my voice. Keep your arms behind your neck so I can see your breasts. That’s it,” he said approvingly. “Nice. Very nice. You know, I wasn’t sure you had it in you.”

  “Are you kidding me? If you’re going to spank me and fuck me, I definitely have it in me to behave myself.”

  He laughed, and the sound was every bit as rich as a fine burgundy, and twice as intoxicating.

  “It’s about more than just a good spanking, though,” he told her. “It’s about all the psychological explorations that go along with the physical release.”

  “So spank me, and we can talk about my feelings later.” Intentionally, she licked her lower lip. The unabashedly sexual move had helped her get her own way dozens of times in the past.

  “I’d prefer to do it my own way.”

  “Suit yourself.”

  “I plan to.” He cupped her breasts. “Stay still,” he said when she swayed towards him.

  Julia quietly moaned. She was expecting him to be a bit rough. This sweet, gentle touch undid her.

  He thumbed her nipples, making them even more erect. Then he left her alone.

  Unable to help herself, she whispered, “Damn it. Damn you.”

  “My pleasure,” he reminded her. “This is about my pleasure. And if you get off every so often, so much the better. But it isn’t abou
t you.”

  To her, it was. All about her and no one else.

  “Still want to play?”

  Well, hells bells, of course she did. “Yes.”

  “Then apologise for pouting.”

  Fuck you , she supposed, wouldn’t count as an apology. “I’m not pouting.”

  “Apologise.”

  “I’d like an orgasm.”

  “That’s not an apology.”

  She heard rustling in the background, the sound of a closet door being opened, then the pull of a zipper. “I’m sorry for pouting. And I’d like an orgasm, please.”

  “Make your nipples hard.”

  She slowly unhooked her fingers and moved her hands from behind her neck. She cupped her breasts, much as he had.

  “Make me enjoy watching you.”

  She pinched and pulled and then squeezed her nipples gently.

  “A little harder.”

  She did and she couldn’t hold back an involuntary moan. “Knowing you’re watching only makes it hotter,” she admitted.

  His fingers were there then, and he moved her hand away from her right breast. She bit back a cry when he pinched her nipple. Then there was a different pressure. His hand moved away, but the sting remained. He’d clamped her nipple.

  She breathed. She knew this feeling. It was a clover clamp, and its pressure would intensify as time went on. She sucked in another shaky little breath.

  “Now the other.” He again brushed aside her hand and pinched painfully, making her nipple harden instantly.

  She bit on her lower lip when he placed the clamp.

  He tugged on the chain, pulling her off balance. “Remain in place.”

  Julia struggled to do as she was told.

  “Rise onto your tiptoes.”

  She was overwhelmed from the sensations.

  Then he slid his hand between her legs. “You’re wet,” he said approvingly.

  “I’m going to come.” Her hips jerked forward.

  “Not yet,” he said. “Hold off.”

  “But…”

  “Your choice,” he said magnanimously, rubbing her clit. “But it’ll be more intense later if you wait.”

  He stopped the motion and she would have stamped her foot if it wouldn’t have earned her another reprimand. “Have you ever had your cunt clamped?”

  She gasped. “I…” She couldn’t. She was all about new experiences, but this…?

  He left her.

  Damn him. He’d left her nervous and orgasm-less.

  Returning moments later, he spread her labia, then he plumped one of the lips. “You can open your eyes.”

  “I prefer to keep them closed.”

  “And I want you to see what I’m doing to you.”

  Suddenly there was a knot of tension in her throat. She opened her eyes to see him crouched in front her, his face level with her crotch. He was holding a set of Japanese clover clamps, exactly the same as the ones affixed to her nipples. “Trevor…”

  “I want to do this,” he said. “And I want you to ask me to do it to you.”

  “The ones on my nipples already hurt.”

  “And when you eventually come, you’re going to scream,” he said.

  She drew strength from the calmness in his voice.

  “It’s your choice.”

  Julia became consciously aware of being completely nude, at his mercy, while he was still fully dressed and in control. He had a hard-on, though. That much she could see, despite his loose-fitting trousers.

  Suddenly, she wanted to curve her hand around his cock and guide it towards her waiting vagina.

  A shiver that had nothing to do with the room’s cooling system raced down her spine.

  “I’m scared.”

  “Nothing will ever happen that you can’t handle.”

  She wanted the adventure, that’s why she’d come-on to him over drinks. In for a penny… “Clamp my pussy lips,” she said. “Please.” She curled her hands into tight little fists at her sides.

  “Relax,” he said, coaching her. “This is easier when you’re not tense.”

  She laughed, and the sound was brittle. “Easy for you to say.”

  “You have a safe word,” he reminded her. “Or, should I say, a safe drink.”

  Julia forced herself to uncurl her fists and move her fingers, as if she were a piano player, loosening up before practicing her scales.

  “Spread your legs a little farther apart.”

  Then he completely did the unexpected.

  He leaned in and licked her clit. It was a long, sweeping caress that chased away everything but a keen sense of desire. He intensified his motions, and he was all but eating her out.

  Heaven save her.

  She’d been right earlier. He was magnificent at eating pussy.

  An orgasm started to unfurl deep inside her, and she reached out, digging her hands into his hair to pull him closer. “Trevor!”

  While she was distracted, he affixed one of the clamps to her outer labia.

  She gasped, but he kept at the motions. A strange mix of pain and pleasure cascaded through her. The clamp tugged at her lip, but it was far from painful.

  He affixed the second one, and she stood there, her legs spread, while he moved away. “Lovely,” he approved. He drew a breath. “Come here.” He crossed the room and held out his hand towards her.

  To keep the pressure at bay, she walked funny, trying not to let the clamps sway too much. The ones on her nipples hurt much more than the ones pulling on her labia.

  He positioned her in front of a mirror.

  Each of the clamps hanging from her labia had little weights attached to them. They drew her pussy lips even farther down and apart. It looked strange to her, but when her gaze found his in the mirror, she smiled.

  “Sexy,” he said.

  She knew that to him, it was.

  “Imagine what it will feel like when you’re grinding your naughty little pussy on my lap when I spank you.”

  She nearly came right then and there.

  “Put your high heels back on,” he said.

  Moving gingerly, she did so.

  He crossed the room and hooked a chair leg with his foot. He pulled the chair away from the table, and then he loosened his tie. “Look in the mirror one more time,” he told her. “Look how incredibly sexy you look, all clamped, naked, and in high-heeled shoes waiting on your Dom’s pleasure.”

  Her Dom’s pleasure . The idea of it sent a ripple through her.

  Her lips were parted slightly. Her cheeks were flushed. Her hair was mussed. And the starkness of silver metal against her creamy skin was startling.

  “You can’t imagine how much you turn me on,” he said.

  She turned to look at him. His eyes, an intense blue that reminded her of a frozen alpine lake, were narrowed. As aroused as she was, he was, too. She wanted it, wanted him to be as aware of her as she was of him.

  “Now for that spanking you not only want, but definitely deserve.”

  S&M101

  Chapter Three

  Suddenly, Julia’s mouth went dry.

  When she’d been fantasising last night as she masturbated, the scene hadn’t unfolded quite like this. The spanking she’d imagined had been more an inevitable outcome of the sex, something wild and spontaneous. It hadn’t been as emotionally loaded as this; it hadn’t been as deliberate, as intoxicating.

  He dropped his tie on the table near his notebook computer. Then he unfastened the buttons at his wrists and turned back his cuffs, exposing the sexy strength of his forearms.

  He sat in the chair. Her knees went all wobbly on her.

  “Walk towards me,” he said. “And then kneel in front of me.”

  The clamps sashayed back and forth, making her very much aware of her body in a way she never had been before.

  His eyes narrowed a bit more. She recognised, as a subservient female to dominant male, how much power she had in this moment. The juxtaposition made her thoughts swir
l.

  Because he saw her as sexy, she felt sexy. She had the ability to end this at any moment. But she wasn’t going to. She’d wanted a sexual experience unlike any other, had wanted to be the centre of his attention, and she bloody well intended to enjoy every single moment as long as it lasted.

  He parted his legs and she knelt between them.

  Trevor held her head prisoner. Then he leaned forward and kissed her.

  This wasn’t a gentle, searching, asking kiss.

  This was intense, plunging. He took, and she gave. His tongue met hers, and she tasted the beer he’d had in the pub.

  Their teeth met in the fever to join. He devoured her mouth. She moaned, wanting and needing this.

  She said his name. The word please consumed her.

  As suddenly as it started, it was over.

  He hauled her up. Her head was spinning, and then she was over his knee. She desperately fought for balance, grabbing at his pants leg, the chair, anything.

  The clamps pulled on her cunt, and she cried out.

  His open hand landed on her upturned buttocks. She yelped.

  The second fell just as fast and stung even worse. “Damn it!”

  “Relax into it,” he told her as he delivered a third, sharp slap. “Be aware of all the different sensations.”

  As if she could do anything else.

  “Loosen your body,” he told her.

  Her buttocks were clenched tight.

  The bastard caught her in that sensitive, tender spot at the top of her thighs, just beneath the curve of her derriere. “I said relax.”

  As if that were possible!

  “You look lovely, sub.”

  She put her fingertips on the carpet. Vaguely, though, she was aware that he hadn’t let her go. Even though she couldn’t think straight, he’d been in control. The entire time, she’d been safe. He’d kept one arm protectively across her. He would have never allowed her to fall, no matter what her sense of survival said.

  He could be trusted to keep her safe, allowing her to surrender to the whirling feeling of being out of control.

  “You’ve got five seconds to relax your ass,” he warned.

  Drawing a shaky breath, she willed herself to unclench her muscles.