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“However,” an edge came into his voice. “You did not know that. You didn’t think about safety or anything else,” he muttered. “You simply came. Trusting me is good, but your recklessness must stop.”

“I’m not usually like this,” she whispered.

“Honest. I just…”

She fell silent.

“Just what?”

“I felt like I was in a rut in my life and … and I figured since you’d said I knew you that…”

“That you could automatically come when I beckoned you? Do you know all the men you work with so well?” Keith saw the flinch and frowned.

“Serena?”

“No,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. My instincts have been wrong before and I…” she sighed.

“Serena, all I can do is keep my promise to take care of you,” his lips brushed her ear. “To make sure you have pleasure and know that when you put yourself into my hands you’ll have everything you need. Needs you’re not even aware of. Those needs must be taken care of. My responsibility, my privilege, if you give it to me, is to make sure all 80

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those needs are satisfied. That responsibility includes your discipline. There are rules, but,” his hands moved over her body to gently squeeze her ass. “I don’t think you’ll have too much problem following them. Except for one.”

“What’s that?”

“Asking questions when you’re supposed to be quiet.”

“I’m sorry. I thought we were just talking.” She heard him sigh.

“Serena, we are, but you do have a feisty streak in you.” He chuckled. “But that’s alright. I think you’ll like receiving the spanking as much as I will like giving it. But,” his voice dropped an octave, “you put yourself in a very dangerous situation. Unless you know all the men you work with so well you would have no fear to go meet with one of them.” Trembling, Serena listened, wondering at the world she had fallen into. With each word, she felt her body heat up, wanting everything his words promised. And she knew her instincts had been right. This was what she needed.
He
was what she needed.

“I understand,” she whispered. “I am sorry, Master. Please, after you are done with my punishment, help me understand how to protect us both.”

“I will, my sweet,” he murmured. “I will be careful not to harm you.” He drew her close to him.

“But I think you will find this as arousing as I do,” he breathed in her ear. “Forgive me now if I cannot control myself sufficiently and fuck you when I finish. I have control, but it is a miracle I didn’t take you against the wall of the elevator or the floor of the hall. I’ve been hard and aching for you since you came last night.”

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me. I was reckless and foolish.” Her lips pursed against his skin in a kiss. “This will remind me that only with you can I be sure of my safety.”

“That is true for both of us.”

Serena felt her body maneuvered to sit down. It seemed similar to a weight bench, except her body tilted forward on a too-short bench. A bench that left her rear end completely exposed. Her ankles were secured and her wrists, after being released from each other, were attached to something below the padded support for her upper body. Her abdomen was fully supported before the forward part of the bench narrowed between her breasts and then…

“I thought you might like these.” His fingers plucked her nipples and pinched one.

She felt something pinch around them as the warmth of his fingers left. Before she understood what was happening, he placed a second clamp on her left breast.

“Breathe through it,” he told her. “Release your mind and just feel.”

She nodded and took several deep breaths. It was hard to
release her mind
as he moved around.

What was he getting? A paddle? A cane? A whip?

She had no idea what else he might use on her. They hadn’t discussed this. Something he’d said the night before came to mind. Something that might show him that she did take her safety seriously.

“Master?”

“Yes?”

“What is my safe word?”

Keith turned from the chest, the paddle in his hand. So, he mused, she’d been reading a bit more than she’d let on. Excellent. He hated dealing with ignorant people. And he was prepared.

“If you’re feeling all right, say
file
. If you need to take a break, say
recycle
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desperate to be taken, say
in-box
.” His mouth brushed over hers. “And if you cannot deal with what is happening say
Sherlock
.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Say it back to me.”

“
File
is all right. Break is
recycle
. Submissive and desperate to be taken is
in-box
.” And how fast would he let her say that? She took a deep breath.

“And cannot deal is
Sherlock
.”

“Very good.”

He would not hurt her, she reminded herself. It might sting. There might be pain. He would hit her with whatever he chose, but he would not cause harm. If only, a cynical part of her brain chimed in, because he wanted to fuck her. And he didn’t seem the type to fuck a woman who was cringing in pain.

All those mental reassurances did not prepare her for the first smack on her right ass cheek. She gasped, but before she could gather her thoughts a smack landed on the left.

“OH!”

“Are you all right?”

She panted for breath and nodded. It seemed that wasn’t good enough.

“Serena? What is your word?”

Word? Serena’s brain wouldn’t work. Crap! He’d just told her. Calling on her work-efficient brain she ran through the words. She was all right…

“File!” she gasped. “File,” she sighed.

Her reward was another smack, followed quickly by another.

“Breath through it,” he told her. “Behind the pain comes pleasure.”

“Have you ever done this?” she wondered.

“That is not my role. My role...” Another smack.

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exquisite pleasure possible.”

“Yes,” she whispered as another smack came down.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. And felt calm spread with the heat. She felt the arousal that had been simmering flare to life, and moaned.

The next smack was farther down her ass, just above her anus. Her entire body trembled and when the next one came down in the same place, she breathed through it. And to her shock, felt the heat gather in her pussy.

“Master,” she breathed.

Something thumped on the floor and she felt his body heat near her head.

“Open your mouth,” he growled, fingers combing through her hair. Gently but firmly, he tilted her head up. “And take my cock.”

Like a baby bird needing sustenance, Serena opened her mouth and whimpered as he filled her, stretching her lips. Helpless, able only to take him, she let her body relax, sinking against the support as he held her head. This really was what she had been looking for. A man to take control of her body and use her as he wanted. Now she understood the trust factor. If she didn’t trust him not to hurt her when he had bound her wrists in the elevator, or blindfolded her, or secured her to the contraption she was on, then she wouldn’t be so close to orgasm.

And him? Where was the trust for him? That she wouldn’t tell anyone about him? Say anything about what they were doing? No fear of that, she sighed, feeling her mind lose its traction on rational thought. No one would believe it anyway. Not that she cared. All she wanted was this. And for a brief second, she wished he would change his mind and keep her as his sex slave.

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zone. When she whispered ‘yes’ and sighed, he knew she was nearly there. Faster than he’d dared to hope. Aiming carefully, he made sure to keep the paddle where her ass still had a little bit of fat. Not, he had realized immediately, that there was any excess on her. What was the line from the black-and-white classic his mother loved? “Not much meat there, but what’s there is choice.” That was his Serena.

Now, the moist heat of her mouth sucked at him and seeped through his body.

Keith barely pulled himself back from the edge.

Pulling his cock from her mouth, he stepped back, breathing heavily.

He had promised himself that the first time he came he would be inside her pussy. The pussy that had been keeping him from getting a good night’s sleep since Tuesday. The first image of her—bound, blindfolded and gagged—would be the way he took her.

He muttered harshly under his breath.

Hearing the obscenity, Serena turned her head.

“Master? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Serena,” he replied calmly. “What is your word?”

She nearly said file, but that wasn’t the truth.

“In-box,” she replied, voice barely audible. “I know I don’t deserve it, but…”

She fell silent as she felt his hands unlatch the ankle cuffs, then the wrists. Gently, he removed the nipple clamps and she gasped as blood flooded back into the cool skin. His palms covered her breasts for a moment to warm them.

“Serena, when I realized I wanted you, I had a picture of you in my mind. That is the way I want to fuck you now.”

“Yes, master,” she nodded. “How do you want me?”

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“As if you were my sex slave. A gift, an offering, from someone who understood my needs, but wanted something in exchange. And he thought giving you to me would do it.”

The backs of his fingers stroked her cheek. She turned toward him, rubbing her cheek against his hand.

“Would it?” she wondered.

“Mmm, we’ll just have to find out.”

“How am I to be given to you?”

“Oh, that’s the best part,” he murmured, sliding two fingers into her mouth and chuckling as she sucked on them. “God, you are so sensual! You are given to me blindfolded, gagged, and bound to my bed,” he told her. “Completely helpless to whatever I might do to you. I could bring in two or three men, or fuck your sweet little ass, or just fall on you and fuck your pussy as if my life depended on it.”

“I like that last one,” she whispered. “I’m not sure I want another man touching me. Not after how you just did.”

“We’ll see,” he murmured as he stood. “Now, the fantasy continues. Let’s get you in place.” She heard him move around, the sound of drawers opening and closing before he returned to her. Something was pressed gently against her lips.

“It has holes in it so you can breathe,” he told her. “Open your mouth.”

Confused, Serena opened her mouth to ask what he meant, and found the small ball pushed in. A muffled protest came from the back of her throat as he secured it around her head. He scooped her up and put her over his shoulder.

Dangling from her waist, Serena felt dizzy. And terrified. Her situation really hit home. She was with a man she didn’t know. She couldn’t imagine that any of the men she interacted with would be like this, and he certainly seemed to have knowledge 86

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of the office and company. He could keep her wherever they were. He could keep her and no one would know. He could kill her. Would anyone suspect? She had no way of knowing.

A moment later, she was laid on a bed. She felt the mattress dip under his weight as he secured her wrists to a single tether. The mattress shifted as he left the bed and pulled her legs where he wanted them—spread out as far as he could and secured with tethers.

If she’d felt helpless on the bench contraption, that was nothing compared to this. Curled over the support, she felt as if her back protected her. Now she felt completely exposed. Open. His. She moaned in need as he climbed onto the bed to kneel between her legs.

“Serena? If you’re still all right, if you still want to be submissive, then wrap your hands around your tether.”

She couldn’t react fast enough. Her fingers closed around leather.

“Good girl.” She heard rustling. “Until we’ve shown each other our medical tests and know for certain that the other is clean, I’ll wear a condom.” The mattress shifted as he moved. “I’m clean, and after what you’ve told me, I’m sure you are, but I want you to feel safe.” As his hands landed on either side of her head, his latex-covered cock teased her pussy. So soon? So quickly? What about—His lips brushed her right ear. “But, Serena, I can’t wait until I can take you without it.” His cock drove into her, fully and completely.

Serena arched off the bed to meet him. Well, she tried. Bound as she was, her hips rose maybe three or four inches. Again, she could only receive what he chose to give.

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By his fifth thrust, Serena realized she couldn’t even lift her hips. He was moving too hard and fast.