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  She writhed and thrashed, protesting the quick, brutal invasion with little sounds.

  “What’s your safe word?”

  “M…Monkey.”

  “Is your cunt wet?” Intentionally he drew the parallel. She might protest, but her eyes, her body told another story. “Marnie?”

  As much as possible in the Present position, she nodded. “Yes.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Sub’s cunt is wet.”

  “Would you like to use your safe word?”

  “No.”

  He re-seated the plug, then left her for a moment to retrieve a condom from his jeans pocket. He saw her watching him.

  The mirrors had been as much for his benefit as hers.

  She’d be getting a kick out of watching herself, every bit as much as he enjoyed watching her every reaction.

  The attention paid to watching a lover react to caresses, and especially to instructive, punitive touches, was underrated in his opinion. Seeing her reaction to his words gave him great insight into when to push and when to back off, even when to try another tactic. Observing her nipples tighten or her pupils dilate made him a better Master. He knew when she trusted him explicitly. He knew the moment fear consumed desire.

  And damn if he didn’t like watching her face when he pushed her towards an orgasm.

  Ultimately, he worked towards depriving her of her sense of sight. Watching her might make him a better Dom, but being unable to see would teach her to trust.

  He unrolled the condom down the length of his cock.

  He noticed her breathing change as she anticipated his penetration. “This will feel different,” he said, “since you have a plug filling your anus. You’ll be tighter, and the orgasm you have will be more intense.”

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  Instead of entering her as she expected, he dropped to his knees and dragged her hips back, then sucked on her clit.

  She screamed.

  “Do not come,” he warned.

  “But…”

  He continued to drive her wild, sucking, licking, suckling, nibbling, then, gently biting.

  “Oh! My God.”

  “Breathe.”

  He slipped two fingers inside her vagina, feeling the plug that filled her bowels. Her reactions thrilled him.

  He moved the plug slightly from side to side, all while finger fucking her cunt and lavishing attention on her clit.

  In the mirror, he saw her struggle to hold back her climax. He gave her another few seconds before she lost the battle to obey him. He grinned. It would be a pleasure to punish her for that.

  He inserted a third finger, and she climaxed, a deep shuddering orgasm that claimed her from the inside out.

  “Thank you, Master. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

  That was all Zachary could stand. He needed to be inside her. He removed his fingers, then he stood. Holding her about the hips, he placed his cockhead near her vaginal opening. “Marnie?”

  “Yes, Master, yes.”

  He entered her with a single, deep thrust.

  In the mirror, he saw her eyes widen.

  He pulled back, then slowly entered her again.

  This time, he saw a smile on her face.

  Marnie was made for him.

  “Fuck your sub, Master.”

  Barely holding onto his infamous control, he did. He held her tight, he rode her hard.

  “So good, Master,” she said. “It feels so amazing to have both holes filled.”

  His ball sac tightened. His own orgasm was only a few seconds away. The little vixen’s smile deepened. Damn her, she was using the mirror to her own advantage.

  “Does Master like the way that looks?”

  Was she taunting him?

  “Does Master see his sub completely surrendered to his wants? Does Master see that sub wants him? Does Master see how much he pleasures his sub?”

  “Marnie,” he warned.

  Taking the lead, she wiggled backwards, drawing his cock deeper into her cunt.

  Her beautiful submissiveness pushed him over the edge.

  He came, in a deep, pulsing rhythm. Despite his reputation at the club, he rarely had sex. He could get sex anywhere, anytime, but he wanted it to be with a woman who meant something to him, a sub as focused on him as he was on her. Someone like Marnie.

  And damn if she wasn’t grinning.

  “Right,” he told her.

  He feathered his fingers across her clit and drove her to another climax. “Master is relentless,” she said, still with that goofy grin in place.

  “Sub forgets her place.”

  “Sub is inexperienced, Master. She needs Master to instruct her on these things.”

  “You’re playing with fire, Marnie.”

  “If Master says so.”

  He liked her cheeky ways. He wasn’t sure a sub had ever delighted him more.

  He pulled out a bit and she protested.

  Zachary grabbed a flannel from the bathroom. After cleaning himself up, he dampened a second with warm water and went back to her. He tenderly wiped her, then gave her a quiet instruction. “I want you to wear the plug for another hour. When you remove it, you may not touch yourself or make yourself come. Am I clear?”

  “Yes.”

  “Petulance is unbecoming.” Before she could react, he added, “And so is sticking out your tongue, so don’t even try it.” He struggled to keep a smile off his face. “I want you to stand, Marnie.”

  He helped her from the bed and held her a few seconds while she found her balance.

  She stood with her hands at her sides, her head tipped back to look at him. The expression of adoration on her face snuck inside his heart, a heart he thought completely frozen when Soraya betrayed their relationship by revealing his position to insurgents. Physically, his heart was fine. Emotionally, the scars ran deep. He wasn’t certain he’d ever again take the risk of giving a woman access to his deepest secrets.

  Retreat, he knew, was a strategy, and one he employed now, telling himself he wasn’t being a coward. “I want you to think about what you’ve experienced. I want you to think about the punishment you received, as well as the one you’re still due for. I want you to think about what I’m demanding of you. Ring your friends in the lifestyle, talk to them. I’ll e-mail you Mistress Beverly’s telephone number, if you think you’d like to have an experience with someone else.”

  “But—” She blinked.

  “As I’ve already told you, to me, this is a lifestyle choice. You need to think about what it is for you. Tomorrow, if you want to take the next step, if you don’t tell me to go to hell, I’ll expect you at my town home at noon. I will send a driver ‘round for you.”

  “You have a driver?”

  “My family does. I did my best to get them to disown me. No matter what, they never would. Mum and Dad would never politely bugger off.”

  He’d been with Marnie such a short time, and already he was telling her things he only shared with his closest friends. “And I will e-mail instructions that are to be followed explicitly.”

  “I’m not entirely sure.”

  “Think about it.” Then he gave into his own impulse. With his hands on her shoulders, he dragged her against him. She gasped. He moved one hand to her buttocks. He dug his other into her hair and pulled back her head. He held her in position for his kiss.

  She opened her mouth immediately, her tongue meeting his. She tasted of the sweetness of surrender.

  Marnie spread her legs a little farther apart, then she rocked forwards onto the balls of her feet. She leant into him and offered access to her entire body.

  Jesus, what the hell was he going to do if she told him no?

  When he ended the kiss, she asked, “Is Master just a little affected by the submissive?”

  He took one of her hands and placed it on his cock. “What does the sub think?”

  “Maybe Master should stay a little longer.” She squeezed his cock. Then
she found a stroke that stimulated him even more.

  “Maybe the sub is overstepping her bounds and being cheeky.”

  “Maybe Master would like to show the sub the error of her ways?”

  “Maybe the sub would like her cunt smacked?”

  “Ohhhh!”

  He traced the outline of her right eyebrow. “Master hopes to see his sub tomorrow.”

  “Master can count on it.”

  He wasn’t so sure. He was going to ask her to do things she’d never done before. Part of him doubted she would really be willing to comply with all of his instructions. “We’ll see, sub. We’ll see.”

  Chapter Eight

  Telling herself she wasn’t being obsessive, she checked her e-mail every three minutes for over an hour.

  She left the computer long enough to remove the dreaded plug. It had felt strange having it in when she sat. It was driven deeper and higher, and no matter which way she moved, she was very much aware of it. Even though Zachary wasn’t there, it pleased her to wear it, to have him picturing her with her arse stuffed full of the invasive silicone.

  When his e-mail finally arrived, her heartbeat became like a jackrabbit, erratic and all over the place.

  She took a deep breath and opened the message.

  sub,

  You did well today. I’m proud of you.

  She grinned.

  Remember two things. One, to practice your positions. And second, I expect you to remain naked until you dress to come to my house tomorrow. This is about you being aware of your sexuality and it’s about you following your Master’s instructions even when he’s not there to ensure your compliance. It will keep you aware that you’re a sub, my sub, and subject to the whims of my moods and wishes at all times. Don’t worry, I’ll pay for the additional heat in your flat.

  The man was a mind reader.

  If you’re wearing clothes, strip now.

  He couldn’t see her; he would never know whether or not she obeyed. But she would know. He questioned her commitment and he made her question her own.

  As he’d told her, he didn’t play at BDSM. For him it was a lifestyle choice. It didn’t have to be hers, unless she wanted him to be her Dom.

  She loosened the tie at her waist, then shrugged and allowed the terry cloth robe to fall from her shoulders.

  Unless you send back an e-mail refusing any or all of my instructions, here is what I expect from you.

  My driver will collect you at noon.

  Your cunt will be freshly shaved. You will have given yourself an enema.

  You will be wearing heels, your plug and your nipple clamps.

  When my driver arrives, you will present yourself to him. Not only is Lionel my driver, he’s my trusted and valued servant. He will inspect you to ensure compliance with my orders.

  I want him to see you. I want you to show him your body. I want you to watch him as he looks at you.

  Just as you enjoy being a voyeur, so too do people like to look at you.

  In my absence, obey Lionel as you would me.

  Her body chilled.

  It was one thing to show Master Zachary her body, but to be asked to show another man?

  This was not what she had been expecting.

  Still reading? Brave girl.

  If Lionel finds you have been obedient, you’ll then put on your black dress that is hanging in your closet.

  Upon arrival at my home, you’ll be inspected again by me.

  Be prepared for your punishment. Be prepared to be my sub.

  —M. Zachary

  She absolutely could not go through with this. No way could she submit to anyone other than Zachary. No way could she show off her imperfect body like that.

  Fuming, she took Master’s advice and rang Darius.

  “You’re being ridiculous, love,” Darius said. “If your Master wants to show you off, you need to let him have his pleasure. He finds you delightful, Marnie. Let him be proud of you.”

  “But I’m overweight,” she complained.

  “Master Zachary told you that? The bastard.”

  “No, damn it. He didn’t say that. I did.”

  “Confused,” Darius said.

  She sucked in a deep breath. “He wants me to show my, my…”

  “Stuff,” Darius supplied.

  “Right. My stuff. He wants me to show my stuff to his driver.”

  “And…?”

  “And I’m fat.”

  “Says you.”

  “Are you being deliberately obtuse?”

  “Darling, I don’t get it.” He gave a long, drawn out sigh. “If you’re a sub, you show your stuff. You’ve been to Master Theodore’s. You’ve watched in the observation room. You’ve seen my package. As gorgeous as it is.”

  “You’re impossible.”

  “Get over yourself, Marnie. Either sign up as a sub, or don’t. Enjoy yourself or just find some plain old vanilla guy to screw you. Master Zachary has a fixation on sight. Mirrors everywhere. It turns him on, apparently. But now, love, you’re irritating me. I’m a slut, I don’t want the angst, I just want the deets. Is his cock divine? And you’d better not say you don’t know.”

  “It’s divine.”

  “Big?”

  “Yes.” She almost giggled at the naughtiness.

  “Thick?”

  She thought of his cock stretching her cunt wide, remembered the strength of him as he slammed into her. An image of herself in the mirror, her arse high, her anus filled with a plug, his hands on her hips as he held her steady for his penetration flashed through her mind. “Yes. He’s big. He’s thick.”

  Darius sighed. “In that case, keep whining. And when he gets sick of it, send him my direction. I’ll show him and anyone else my stuff all day long.”

  Shaking her head, she hung up.

  Was it really that simple? Should she just follow his instructions and get over herself as Darius said?

  She half expected to get another e-mail from him, but nothing came. She practiced her positions without much enthusiasm before going to bed. She slept in the nude for the first time ever.

  Her dreams were vivid and disturbing, and when morning grey glare seeped through the curtains, she was in a foul mood.

  She checked her phone for a message. There was none. And her e-mail box was empty except for an advertisement to help her erections stay stronger, longer.

  She turned up the thermostat a couple of degrees, noticing the way her nipples were hard and the goose bumps on her arms.

  As he’d instructed, she again practiced her positions. She definitely wanted them to be more fluid when she saw him again. But her muscles were a bit cramped after two days of unaccustomed use. She needed to be pampered and massaged.

  Instead, she got to give herself an enema. That didn’t help her mood one little bit.

  But the e-mail that arrived a few minutes later changed her attitude completely.

  sub,

  I didn’t sleep, thinking about my driver seeing your gorgeous cunt. I thought of you all night long.

  I woke up with a hard-on, thanks to thoughts of you. Although I masturbated this morning, you’d better not.

  —M. Zachary

  Even that small amount of attention from him was enough. She wanted her inhibitions shattered, even if it meant being beyond her comfort zone. She wanted to submit. She wanted to submit to Zachary.

  She showered and shaved her pubes again.

  She took her time preparing. Each time she thought of a strange man looking at her naked body, she deliberately shoved it aside and instead chose to remember that her obedience pleased her Master.

  The time ticked away, and she hurried to insert the plug.

  Her arse was a bit sore from last night’s play, and she didn’t relax enough. The plug slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. “Damn.” She washed it, relubed it and tried again.

  On her third attempt, she managed to place it.

  Aware of the clock ticking away the sec
onds to noon, she hurried to grab her nipple clamps.

  In front of the mirror, she teased her nipples, squeezing them, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger, pinching them.

  Then, when they were erect nubs, she placed the clamps. For a second, they took her breath away.

  The clovers were vicious little things. Over time, they became a bit tighter. As she moved, they swayed, exerting pressure, making her hotter and hotter.

  Master truly was a masochist.

  She double checked her makeup, added an extra coat of mascara. The clamps seemed to dominate her image in the mirror. For an instant, she saw herself as Master Zachary might. She saw her body as ripe for his pleasure, rather than something to be ashamed of.

  She cupped her breasts the way he had the night before, and she squeezed her nipples. The pressure from the clamps as well as her own touch combined to make her knees weaken.

  She ached to just touch her neglected clitoris.

  The orgasm, she knew, would be instant and shattering.

  To distract herself and keep herself calm, she paced the floor near the front door.

  Nerves swallowed her whole.

  She kept reminding herself that she was doing this to please her Master. Then she had a stark realisation. She was pleasing her Master because that was what she wanted.

  It was only a couple more minutes until Lionel arrived. Marnie tried to ignore the little thrill that unfurled in her stomach. No way could she be excited to have Lionel see her naked. No way could she be anticipating another man looking at her stuff.

  At exactly noon, there was a rap on the door.

  In a completely unladylike way, she gulped a breath of air.

  Naked, except for the clamps and plug, she opened the door.

  Oh, my, would Darius approve.

  Lionel was delicious. Tall, slender, black as night, with a shaved head, he also had gorgeous full lips and warm brown eyes.

  When he spoke, his voice was as atmospheric as a sultry Caribbean night. “Miss Marnie?”

  She nodded, wondering where her voice was.

  Without an invitation, he entered her flat and closed the door behind him. His gaze skimmed her body, and she stood there, nervously. “Nipple clamps,” he observed. “They’re tight enough, I presume?”