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He’s your trainer, not your Dom. Control yourself.

“Close your eyes, sub.” He gave the order in a deep, controlled voice that sent heat rushing through her.

In another moment she felt the kiss of smooth silk against her eyelids as he positioned the blindfold in place and secured it at the back of her head. Then the click of a lock and the touch of steel as Cade fastened manacles around her wrists.

“Spread your legs wider. It will help with your balance.” He touched her shoulder. “From this point forward remember—you do only what I tell you to and you do it all. If something is beyond your comfort zone, use your safe word. Otherwise I control your every movement. Nod your head if you understand.”

She dipped her head once then widened her stance, adjusting her balance.

“You were right about the escalation of the remaining senses when one is removed. You will feel this a lot more if you can’t see what I’m doing.”

Without warning he grasped both nipples between his fingers and squeezed, gently at first then exerting more and more pressure. She sucked in a breath as the pain increased but then the heat bloomed again, and with it a powerful, sexual need.

“These are mine to do with as I wish.” His tone was mild, as if they were having a conversation, but she heard the steel of command beneath it. “Right now I want to pinch them until they turn deep red, like they just did.”

Suddenly his touch was gone and she waited for what came next. Oh, yes, the clamps. She’d selected that card.

The press of metal against her nipples shocked her with cold but as Cade tightened first one then the other and the heavy weight dragged her nipples down, the throbbing in her inner walls intensified.

“I can smell how aroused you are.” He could make her come with his voice alone. “Remember the rules. You do only what I order you to or give you permission for. Do not come without my consent. Break a rule, this session is over.”

No. She didn’t want it to be over. She wanted to stay in this room with him forever.

Damn, Fee. What the hell is going on with you?

She bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt to control her unexpected rush of feelings.

“Empty your mind of all thought.” His words were like a sharp knife to her brain, as if he knew what she was thinking. “Feel, sub. Do nothing but feel.” He was so close behind her now the crisp hair on his chest just brushed her shoulder blades. When he moved his lips close to her ear she felt his warm breath as he whispered, “Ready for heat?”

She dipped her head once, readying herself.

He touched her shoulder first with his fingertips, then with—not heat but cold! Icy, icy cold! She’d read about this, where Doms teased their subs alternating hot and cold but never letting them know for sure which they were getting next. She sucked in a breath.

“Again,” he whispered.

This time it was heat, just the barest prick of it from a battery-operated wand. He alternated the sensations but not in any pattern that she could anticipate. She soon lost count of the number of contacts, her awareness softening as a cloud of sensation shrouded her brain. Subspace. Had she reached it already? How was that possible?

“Stand straight.” Cade’s words cracked like a whip, shocking her back to the present.

Fee hadn’t even been aware she was slouching. She lifted her head, threw back her shoulders and moved her feet a little further apart for balance. The alternate sensations of hot and cold still tingled through her. If this was a Dom she’d played with before, or she was a regular at the club, her Master would begin testing her readiness now by running his fingers along the length of her dripping slit. Perhaps even sliding one or two fingers inside her hungry sheath.

But tonight he was the teacher, so she didn’t expect personal contact. Even though she wanted it, craved it.

Without warning he touched one of the wands to a cheek of her buttocks, cold, twice, then heat. He did the same with the other cheek although not with the same pattern. Then she sensed him move around in front of her and in a second ice cold touched the tip of one tormented nipple.

“Don’t move,” he warned her. “Stay absolutely still.”

Did he know how hard it was? Of course he did. But he was testing her ability to obey orders at all costs.

“Yes, Master.”

She waited for another touch, another sensation but nothing happened.

“Are you enjoying your fantasy, girl?”

She blinked behind the blindfold. What?

“Uh, yes, Master. But—“She bit her lip, a nervous habit she was desperately trying to break...

“But what? I give you permission to tell me.”

“But I want it to be more than a fantasy.”

His laugh had a rusty sound. “You’ve barely begun. Don’t you think you should wait at least until the session is over before saying that?”

“If you say so.” She paused. “Master.”

“Feisty little thing, aren’t you? I’m beginning to think taking you on as a fulltime project would be interesting.”

Oh, yes, please.

“But I gave up on those.” Now his voice had a closed-off, tight sound to it. “So let’s proceed.” He dragged the tip of the ice cold metal across her shoulders.

Fee stood, legs braced, waiting. When he touched the cold to her chin this time she jerked her head. Cade gripped her jaw with his fingers.

“Perhaps you’d like to feel this other places, too, girl.” She felt his arm against her body. “Like here.” The icy cold touched her cunt. “Or here again.“ He touched a nipple. “You chose the card depicting Florentine flogging. Did that appeal to you?”

She nodded her head, his fingers still tight on her jaw, her skin jumping from the flurry of alternating sensations, her nipples aching painfully from the heavy clamps dragging them down.

“That’s a good type of play to move on to.”

“Y-Yes, Master.” She could hardly get the words out.

Without warning he slid the cold instrument between her legs, drew it through her slit and then away.

“Damn, girl. You’re very responsive. A good choice for this.”

His words wrapped around her like a warm blanket. She wanted to tell him she was responding as much to him as to what he was doing.

She waited, her mind drifting, for the next assault on her senses. Was he getting the flogger? But she’d quickly lost the ability to think for herself or make decisions.

A good Dom will do that for you, lead you into subspace, and make safe decisions for you.

She tried to make her brain work, to visualize the flogger and the scenes where she’d seen it used. While she was struggling, her nerves still jumping from the hot and cold play, a bundle of leather straps struck her ass.

“Don’t move, girl.” His voice was firm, harsh even. “Remember. Not one movement at all.”

Yes, she understood, but damn, it was hard. She had watched Florentine flogging before, two bundles of leather straps with bound handles, applied in a figure eight movement. She tried to concentrate but the steady strikes of the leather soon had the last vestiges of conscious thought disappearing. Up, down, circular, one after the other, so it soon became one continuous sensation. Heat blazed over every surface of her skin and it became increasingly difficult to maintain her balance.

When Cade stopped suddenly she wanted to cry out but she knew it was not her place.

“Stand completely still,” he ordered.

In a moment a leather strap encircled her waist and she felt a clamp biting into the fabric. Cade gave it a slight tug. She knew what this was. A metal twine hung from the ceiling, locking onto the belt, holding her more firmly in place as she lost the ability to control her balance.

The flogging began again, and this time she just fell into it, her cunt pulsing, her breasts throbbing, her skin on fire. More than anything she wanted the release of a climax but he had not given her permission. Instead she gave up fighting at all and just let sensation take her.

At some point the pattern of flogging stopped but it took her a moment to realize it. She was vaguely aware of the belt around her waist being released, the handcuffs unlocked. Next to go were the clips, pain shooting into her nipples as blood rushed into the abused tips. Then Cade was lifting her, carrying her. He wrapped something warm around her and sat her in the big armchair at one side of the room. When he removed the blindfold she blinked at the sight of him crouched in front of her. He was using the scarf to blot her cheeks. She was embarrassed, unaware she had even been crying.

He fetched a bottle of water from the tiny fridge and fed her small sips, urging her to drink slowly. She let him feed her the cold liquid, still struggling to cast off the cocoon of subspace. As she drank he studied her face, a strange look in his eyes. At last he nodded, apparently satisfied that she was alright, albeit tired. And did he also know she was acutely sexually aroused? What was she supposed to do about that?

“Do you know that you are a born submissive?” he asked her. “Oh, maybe not outside the bedroom, or possibly in the privacy of your own home. You’re so responsive, so giving of your body, so—” He shook his head. “You should be careful who you play with, Fee. Let Reulas choose your Doms for you if you go further with this.”

“We’re done?” She frowned. “We didn’t get through all the cards.”

He just shook his head. “I’m going to rub a soothing balm into your skin as soon as I think you’re recovered enough. And I’ll give you some cream to treat those nipples with. They’ll be sore for a few days. I’m actually not sure I should let you drive home.“

“I’ll be fine if you just give me a little more time,” she protested.

His mouth crooked in a grin. “Arguing with your Master? You’re not being a good little subbie.”

“But—”

He touched the tip of one finger to her mouth. “Hush. Let’s get you taken care of and dressed and I’ll discuss it with Reulas.”

“I want to have another session with you.”  The words burst from her mouth before she could stop them.

That closed off look washed over his face again. He said nothing, just shook his head and went to fetch the cream for her body. He said nothing else while he was tending to her and she was wise enough to know she should just shut up. At least for right now. She’d talk to Reulas tomorrow.

When he was finished and she was dressed he left the room for a moment. While she waited for him to return she tried to carve every moment of the evening into her brain. As abbreviated as it was, it far exceeded her expectations. She was sure a lot of that had to do with Cade himself. She had to find a way to get his story from Reulas.

The door opened and he was back in the room, her purse dangling from his fingers.

“I’m driving you home. Reulas will follow and bring me back for my truck.” When she started to protest again he shook his head. “You’re still unsteady. And still my responsibility. Take orders like the sub you want to be. Give me your keys.”

Reulas smiled at her and winked as they all proceeded out the back door but he didn’t say anything. Neither did Cade. In fact, he was completely silent on the drive so Fee held her silence, too. When they arrived at her house he fiddled with the keys to find the one for her door and ushered her inside. When he handed the keys back to her he stroked his fingers once down her cheek.

“Will we have another session?” she asked.

“I don’t think so, Fee. “ He caressed her cheek again, his eyes now filled with sadness and regret. “I wish we had met a long time ago, little sub. Then maybe—” He shook his head. Then he put his mouth close to her ear. “You have my permission to bring yourself to climax.”

Then he was gone, and Fee was left with a cauldron of emotions bubbling up inside her.

Chapter Three

Cade looked at the man sitting across the kitchen table from him.

“I never should have let you talk me into that,” he said, regret in his voice. “I knew it was a big mistake.”

Reulas smiled. “She got to you, right? I knew she would.”

“So you set me up.” He shook his head. “Why didn’t I see it from the beginning? A fresh sub. New to the lifestyle but eager for it. Warm and giving.”

“And certainty stable or I wouldn’t have her working for me,” Reulas pointed out.

Cade pushed away from the table and took both coffee mugs back to the pot for a refill. “A temptation, right? To seduce me back into the scene?”

Reulas took the mug from him and shook his head. “More than that. She’s exactly what you need to bring you back to life.”

“There’s nothing I need,” Cade insisted. “I’m alive. I’m just fine. I’m happy with my cows. When they misbehave I just take out the whip.”

Reulas grinned. “You could do the same with Fee.” 

Cade glared at him. “I hope you reinforced what I told her—that I wasn’t planning on another session with her. Fee is young and unspoiled and not one for a damaged old man like me to get near.”

 “First of all, she’s older than she seems.” Reulas cocked an eyebrow. “How old do you think she is, anyway?”

Cade shrugged. “Twenty-four or twenty-five.”

“She’s thirty-two,” Reulas told him smugly, laughing at the stunned look on his friend’s face. “Secondly, she’s exactly what you need. Forget about training again, unless you decide to reopen academy classes. Let this relationship develop. I know she connected with you on a really deep level. She didn’t say so but everything she’s said and done since then has been like a neon sign pointing in that direction. She’s certainly done her damndest to get your story out of me and persuade me to set up another session.”

Cade shook his head. “You can just tell her no dice. We’re once and done.”

“Cade.” Reulas leaned forward. “She’s exactly what you need. And unless I’m wrong—which I’m not very often—you have some feelings for her. I can tell by the look in your eyes not to mention the muscle that twitches in your cheek every time I say her name. I know you, old friend, all the signs, so don’t think you can fool me.”