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  “Much better,” he approved.

  She was shocked when her tummy turned over at his words of approval. The words were simple, but they meant so much. Suddenly she wanted to please him.

  It wasn’t just about her. It was about him, as well. She understood what he’d been talking about.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She slowly did. Because of the clamps, her labia were already totally parted for him. A heated flush chased up her cheeks when she realised how wet she was.

  “You’re a natural sub, Julia,” he said. He slid his hand between her legs, then finger-fucked her.

  She shuddered.

  She was frightfully aware of lying across his lap, her pussy exposed, her behind reddened from his painful spanking. Her breasts were elongated because of the weight of the clamps pulling on her nipples.

  Every nerve-ending in her body sizzled with the sensation of being vibrantly alive.

  He built up a rhythm with his thrusts, and in seconds, she was on the verge of coming, all the denied orgasms colliding deep in her womb.

  “Now,” he told her, “we’re going to get on with the business of this spanking.”

  She dug the pointed toes of her shoes into the carpet, trying in vain to raise her hips a bit so she could draw his fingers deeper inside her pussy.

  “Stop that, naughty girl.”

  “But…”

  He pulled out his fingers entirely, leaving her gapingly open.

  “That’s not nice,” she said. “I’m unfulfilled.”

  “Poor thing.”

  There wasn’t a drop of sincere sympathy in his words.

  “You’ve experienced my spanking, and you survived it,” he said. “So now you know what to expect from misbehaving.”

  “More pain.”

  He delivered a smart smack to her inner thigh.

  She would have fallen from the unexpected bite of pain if he hadn’t held her tight.

  “Rule number three in S&M 101,” he said, “it can and will get worse if you’re not properly appreciative of your Dom’s attentions.”

  Her breaths were shallow little puffs.

  “Thank you is the correct response, sub. Thank you, Trevor, for the instruction. Thank you, Trevor, for your attention. Thank you, Trevor, for being so lenient.”

  How could she think, let alone speak?

  Then he slapped her again. This was harder than the previous ones, more instructive.

  “Tha…” She fought for air. “Thank you.”

  “Much better,” he said approvingly. “Now, how would you like to proceed?”

  Unbelievably, her pussy was drenched with desire. She’d never been more aroused. She’d never wanted sex more than she did at this very moment. The mixture of pain and pleasure collided in her brain. She couldn’t think past her need. “Fuck me,” she begged.

  He spanked her again and again, until tears stung her eyes and her clit swelled and throbbed.

  “Damn you! I said fuck me!”

  “Manners?” he prompted.

  “Please! Please fuck me, Trevor. Use me, Sir.”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” He helped her from his lap. He positioned her on the floor on all fours.

  She was aware of him unzipping his trousers, but she barely heard the sound above the sharp inhalations of her own breath. “I need you in me,” she said, the words ragged.

  She felt his sheathed cockhead against her opening. The nips of pain from the clamps were exquisite, driving her over the edge.

  She was trying to be good, trying to submit and wait on his command, but she no longer seemed to have a conscious mind. She was just a hungry woman, desperate for his primitive domination.

  Julia moved her hips backwards, urging him to drive into her.

  “Wench,” he warned.

  But more of his penis slid into her. He stretched her, he filled her.

  “Damn it,” she said. “This sub needs you to use her.”

  “When you ask so nicely…” He sank his entire length into her.

  She moaned. “Trevor!”

  He clamped his hands on her shoulders and pulled back half a dozen centimetres before driving in again.

  The force of his possession gave her an instant climax.

  She screamed his name over and over.

  But he wasn’t done.

  The man had unbelievable control.

  He pounded into her again, pulling out, thrusting in.

  Stunning her, a second climax started to build inside her.

  He grasped her about the hips, holding her still. Then he began to ride her.

  The clamps on her cunt burned, and the ones on her nipples ached. Her entire body felt as if it were being pricked by needles. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

  He rammed his cock deep, and the force of that single penetration made her shout out her next orgasm.

  Trevor pulled out, then moments later, she felt the hot spurt of his seed on her buttocks.

  It trickled down the inside of her thigh.

  She lowered her forehead to the carpeting, trying to steady her breath.

  He slapped her rear one last time. Then he dragged her backwards, holding her by her hips, keeping her immobilised, imprisoned. “So, my sweet sub, how was your first spanking at my hand?”

  “I… Yes,” she said. Then she shook her head to clear it. Had she even answered the question he asked? “Thank…thank you,” she managed. And then she added, “More.”

  “Ever been fucked up the arse?”

  * * * *

  This little hussy pleased him immensely.

  He was glad they had nearly a week together. It wasn’t enough, but it was a start. He’d look forward to the next trade show instead of dreading the time away from the office. “Julia?”

  She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. Her long blonde hair was in charming disarray, wayward strands on her flushed cheeks. Her face was flushed, and her rain-forest green eyes were wide and glossy.

  His gut tightened.

  Christ, but she was lovely and willing. And his.

  S&M Dom rule number one… Like most Doms, he had strict rules for himself, as well. And the first was, don’t get attached to a sub unless you want a 24/7 commitment.

  “No,” she said. “I’ve never had anal sex.”

  “There’s always a first time.” He pulled his cock from the tight, clenching muscles of her pussy.

  With her on all fours, he spread her arse cheeks so he had a good view of her most private spot. Her anal whorl was pink, tight, and inviting. The entrance was tightly closed, and the idea of penetrating the virginal hole appealed to him on a primal level. Damn. His penis was already getting hard again just from the idea of buggering her.

  “I’m not sure I want you up there,” she said.

  “Did I ask?”

  “I have no say?”

  “As a sub, you always have the final say. Use your safe word and our play will be over.” Had he ever wished that a submissive would keep her mouth shut more than he did at this moment? “But you’ll ask for it, Julia, like a good sub. Just like you did when I spanked you. You’re going to want it so bad, you’ll have a fit of temper if I don’t give it to you.”

  A frown furrowed between her brows.

  “Don’t believe me?”

  She shook her head.

  He grinned. She was going to enjoy it, and he was going to enjoy it even more than her. “Spread your legs so I can remove the clamps from your labia.” When she did, he told her, “Raise up your backside a bit more so I can…” While she was getting in position, he released the clamps simultaneously.

  “Damn!”

  “It actually hurts less than if you’d have expected it.”

  “Sadist,” she said through gritted teeth.

  “Oh, yes. Most definitely so. Next time, though, I could leave you that way longer.”

  “Thank you, Trevor, for your leniency.”

  “Quick study, you
are.”

  “Do I get an A?”

  “Not even, teacher’s pet. Your pussy is so swollen.”

  “It feels well used.”

  “On your knees.”

  She moved gingerly. Her motions were far too slow and gangly for his more refined taste. But then, she wasn’t an experienced sub, and that was a treat in of itself. Training her opened her to much greater punishment.

  He began unbuttoning his shirt and said, “If I haven’t given any instructions that countermand what I’m about to tell you now, I always expect your knees to be as far apart as possible. Yoga or something may help you improve.”

  She spread her legs. “Good. I like you being aware that you’re uncomfortable.” He wondered how long until her muscles quivered. He toed off one of his shoes, then stopped. On second thought, he re-fastened his trousers, as well. “That’s part of S&M, Julia. The mind games. You need to understand that a true sub gets off on serving her Master. Otherwise, it’s an occasional parlour game. It’s not all about the exquisite pleasure of pain.

  “I don’t mind if your muscles get fatigued. In fact, the sooner the better. I want you to struggle internally with the desire to tell me to take a long walk off a short plank. And I want to see if you’ll reach the place where my pleasure, what I want, is paramount to you. It needs to matter more to you than your own comfort.” Could she get there? Did she want to?

  Their gazes were locked, and he was very much aware of her breaths, coming in little pants. She was lovely, ripe. And if she’d get out of her own way, she could be an excellent sub.

  “I also want your head tipped back so that your hair flows down your back and your throat is exposed and I can touch your pulse to see if you’ve got yourself under control,” he told her.

  She did as she was told.

  “As for your hands, many Doms prefer their subs to keep their hands fastened behind their necks.” She started to move into position, but stopped when he added, “But I want your hands holding your pussy apart. I want to see your clit and have access to it.”

  Julia opened her mouth, but before she said anything, she closed it again.

  Lord, she looked exquisite, with her hair flowing down her spine, her neck exposed in submission, her legs spread, her pussy parted.

  “Trevor?”

  “Hmm?”

  “My nipples…”

  “Are clamped. And they look beautiful.” He reached down and grabbed the metal chain that joined the clovers. He pulled, gently.

  “Argh!”

  And then he pulled harder.

  “Thank you,” she said on a sharp inhalation.

  “What do I smell?” he asked. His cock was lengthening by the moment. He twisted the chain around his fist.

  “Me,” she said. And now, she was panting. From the pain, he knew, but also from the arousal. “You smell me.”

  “Are you a horny slut?”

  Her eyes were closed, and he saw the pain etched on her face. But she kept her hands between her legs. He was so close, he couldn’t see if she was giving in to her body’s demand that she play with her clitoris to try and reach release.

  He drew the chain farther away from her body, distending her breasts, as well as her nipples. With his free hand, he stroked his cock. Her willingness to please him, her pleasure from it, made his balls fill.

  He wanted to fuck her. Wanted to slam into her anus and impale her.

  “Trevor!”

  “Sub?”

  “Can I get myself off?”

  “You mean, Trevor, would it please you to watch me get off like the naughty girl I am?”

  “Would it—” She broke off as her hips bucked forward. “Would it please you to watch me…? Uhhhh…I’m…” Julia was jerking, seeking an orgasm, humping nothing more than the air.

  “Stop touching yourself immediately.” When she did, he backed off the pressure on her nipples slightly. In the midst of delirious pleasure, she could take more pain, he knew.

  She cried out when he released the grip on her chain entirely.

  “No,” he said. “It wouldn’t please me to watch you have an orgasm right now. Cup your breasts.”

  Trevor appreciated the internal battle that raged so expressively on her face. She gnawed her lower lip and wrinkled her nose.

  Would she deny herself the climax in order to please him? “Compose yourself, Julia.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said. She took her time getting into position, her thighs parted, her palms lifting her breasts high in an offering to him. She tipped back her head, once again spilling her hair towards her lusciously padded backside.

  He waited until she closed her eyes, then he quietly said, “Good girl.”

  “Is it always like this?” she asked.

  “Sub?”

  “The intensity.” Her voice was a cracked whisper.

  “All this and more.”

  “I want it,” she confessed.

  He didn’t respond. Instead, he shocked her by manoeuvring himself until he was flat on his back, his head between her legs.

  “Sir?”

  “I want you to put the chain from your nipple clamps between your teeth.”

  He heard the slight jangle of metal. “Now, every time you move, each motion will tug on your tits.”

  Her response was muffled.

  “Keep your hands on your breasts. And lower yourself so that your cunt is nearly on my face.” He put his hands on her thighs, keeping her legs separated. What a lovely sight it was to see her pretty pussy so close to his face. “That’s it,” he said approvingly.

  “Do your pussy lips feel more sensitive because of the way they were clamped?”

  She gave a little grunt. Nodding would have hurt; he’d seen to that.

  Her pussy, above him, was red and swollen and her clit was so swollen its hood was pulled back, no longer able to hide it. “You’ve got a sub hard-on,” he told her.

  His name was a mumbled protest behind the chain in her mouth.

  Trevor smiled. “You were so eager to hump the air earlier.” Her entire body seemed to shake with the effort of having her legs spread so wide while still supporting her own weight. The unknown factored in, he knew, like he wanted it to. And the spikes of pain in her nipples had to be maddening. “It pleases me,” he said, “to watch you get off like the naughty girl you are. Hump my mouth, slut.”

  S&M101

  Chapter Four

  Julia was going out of her mind. Delirious. Desire was a primeval beat in her soul. She couldn’t believe she was acting this way. She was like an out of control wanton. In her career, she was competent, in control. She always kept her emotions leashed, and she could smile at the biggest cocksucking vendor on the face of the planet.

  But here she was, on her knees, her nipples clamped and the chain fixed between her teeth, grinding her crotch into Trevor Kendall’s face? She had a hard time believing it.

  And more? There was no place she’d rather be.

  His maddening tongue was on her swollen clit. The tiny nub of flesh was already throbbing, and the sweeps of his tongue made it worse.

  Despite herself, she totally lost control.

  She began the rhythm that would relieve her. In seconds, she was fucking his face.

  She was vaguely aware of his motions until she felt three of his fingers in her vagina, stretching her wide. She leaned forward a few centimetres so his mouth had the same access to her clit as he’d had moments ago.

  He sucked and nibbled.

  Her head fell back. Sensation seared through her nipples, and she instinctively squeezed her breasts.

  Her hips jerked.

  He pulled downward and bit.

  An orgasm clawed at her from the inside out.

  She screamed.

  And then she came all over his face.

  He held her tight, comfortingly, until she was spent.

  Slowly, reality returned and she began to notice the pain in her nipples and she noticed how her pussy throbbed. An
d noticed how he kissed her cunt.

  This was so much more than she ever imagined. And she didn’t want it to end.

  He smacked her on her right flank. “Position yourself, Julia.”

  She shook her head to clear it.

  Her motions were completely ungraceful as she knelt up and shook out her hair before tipping back her head. With her fingertips, she spread apart her pussy lips, noticing how totally wet she was.

  Then he did the unthinkable. He knelt in front of her and captured her head, threading his fingers into her hair. He moved her head until she looked him in the eye.

  “My face is wet from your pussy.”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Clean me with your mouth.”

  She blinked. But she already knew too well not to question him. “Yes, Trevor.” She fought back her own instinctive revulsion. She wasn’t a woman who licked her fingers after playing with herself.

  Awkwardly, on her knees, she moved a little closer. She was aware of the carpet’s burn, and she was very conscious that she was still under strict instruction to keep her hands between her legs to keep her pussy separated for her Dom.

  She leaned in closer and licked his chin.

  His skin was masculine, a bit stubbly. And she tasted the tang of her own essence. It was a bit salty, but the second lick wasn’t as unpleasant.

  She also inhaled the scent of him, the spice of aftershave and the scent of power. Unbelievably, her pussy grew even wetter.

  She licked the end of his nose. Somehow, this felt even more intimate than if she’d given him head.

  She kissed between his dark eyebrows, even though she didn’t really need to; she wanted to.

  Julia got hungrier and hungrier.

  “You want to be fucked again?” he asked quietly.

  “I’m a slut,” she said simply. “For you.” And she was. She wanted to please him, wanted him to be glad he’d brought her up to his room.

  “Finish what you’re doing, then.”

  She did. With her mouth, with little puffs of her breath, she licked all of her wetness from him.

  “On your back,” he told her.

  Her tummy turning over, she hurried to follow orders. She wanted him in her.