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“I would certainly like to explore the possibility of a relationship beyond sex. That relationship would be public, so I want to see how things go at this level first.”

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“Because you don’t want to tell me who you are yet.”

“Precisely.” Pause. “Just a couple more questions. Have you ever performed oral sex on a man? And did you like it?”

“Yes, and I’m not sure. He liked it, so I guess I did all right.”

“Did he let you pull back or make you swallow?” Serena cringed as the harsh words rattled in her brain.

“He was holding my head tightly and…”

“Shit,” he swore. “Serena, he was a bully. A man doesn’t have the right to force a woman to do anything. I will push you, but always remember that you make the final decision.”

“I don’t understand,” she frowned. “You’re the one in charge so…”

“As the submissive, you give me control, but you always retain the right to stop things when you can’t handle what we’re doing.”

Serena tightened her grip on the phone.

“What if I don’t say anything to stop you?”

“My responsibility is to put your safety first.

Above all else, I cannot lose control because I could risk hurting you.”

For a long moment, Serena was quiet, trying to absorb everything.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever done that,” she whispered, having no idea how much emotion was in her voice. “I don’t think anyone’s ever put me first like that. I…I’m not sure how to react.”

“You don’t need to do anything. Just let me take care of you.”

She brought the phone to where she could see it, then slowly put it back to her ear. Take care of her.

How? For how long?

“What do you want from me?”

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the vibrator.”

The low timbre of his voice drew her in.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Do you have the vibrator there?”

“It’s in the box.” Her eyes went to the purple dildo. “I’ve never used one.”

“Mm, I like the idea of that,” he chuckled. “Are you dressed?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I just got home.”

“Put the call on speaker,” he instructed. “Press the lower right button.”

“Got it,” she replied, pushing it.

“Now, take your clothes off and get comfortable on your bed.”

“What?” she gasped.

“Serena, do what you were told. I’ll respect your obligation to your friend tonight, but I insist on being obeyed. We have very little time so stop wasting it.”

“All right,” she nodded, slipping off the bed.

“Tell me the sizes as you remove your clothes.” Slowly, she told him as she removed each article of clothes. Climbing up on the bed, she plumped the pillows up behind her and settled down.

“Um, I’m on the bed,” she told him.

“Good girl,” he murmured approval. “Now, cover your breasts with your hands and squeeze them.”

“I—”

“Just listen to my voice and do what I tell you without questioning. Understand?”

“Yes…” She frowned. “What do I call you?”

“Master.”

“Wait a second,” she shook her head. “Your note said you weren’t into the slave-master thing.”

“A dominant is still called ‘
master’
. Serena, are you going to obey me or argue with me about everything?”

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voice. The voice disrupter didn’t hide the tinge of irritation.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “This is new to me and I’m going to have lots of questions.”

“And I’ll answer them,” he promised. “But not now.”

“Yes…master,” she answered hesitantly.

“Now,” he started again. “Lay back and cover your breasts with your hands.”

Serena obeyed. The low, rough voice instructed her and blindly she obeyed. Her fingers kneaded her breasts. Soft, firm breasts swelled in her hands. As if hypnotized, she tugged on her nipples until they were hard nubs. She pinched them until she gasped at the brief pain. And was stunned to feel her hips tilt as her insides clenched.

“How does your body feel?” he asked.

“I…my insides tightened,” she whispered. “Is that normal?”

“Perfectly,” he assured her. “Now, close your eyes. Listen and do what I tell you. Just feel, Serena.

Feel.”

She reached for a clamp and put it on, gasping at the pain. Soothing words had her breathing through it and fastening the other.

His voice deepened as he told her to find her hard little nub.

Her head lolled on the pillows as she teased her clit. He told her to rub herself and feel how wet she was getting. She flicked her fingertips over her clit several times before rubbing with her palm. A low sigh escaped her lips. Relaxing slightly, she felt the moisture. She slid two fingers into her pussy and the muscles clenched around them. Rolling onto her side to face the phone, she whimpered.

“Master!”

At his next words, she pried her eyes open.
Lube
the vibrator
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lube and… there! It had slipped toward the foot of the bed. She hurriedly put the drops on the vibrator.

Picking up the remote, she put the tip just outside the pussy.

Sliding it in, she pushed the button once and moaned. Her thighs fell open to rest against the comforter.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“Like it’s vibrating every nerve I just touched, but it’s more…everything. Nerves I didn’t know I had,” she managed, trying to breath. “I…OH!” Her upper body knifed up as the vibrations hit her clit. With a moan, she fell back against the pillows.

“What?”

“The little branch hit my…my…”

“Your clit?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Say it. Tell me how you felt.”

“It hit my clit and…and…it was like electricity zapped me,” she panted. “Like I touched a live wire…”

“Do it again,” came his order.

“I can’t…can’t handle it.”

“Put it back on that spot.”

“I can’t!”

“Do it.”

Serena moaned, both unable to resist and half-dreading the zap she knew was coming. Taking a deep breath, she turned the vibrator and whimpered as the soft rubber pressed up the hood and teased her clit.

“Master…”

“Hold it there.”

Serena closed her eyes and tried to fight the sensations that flooded her body. Heat built up in her pussy then spread throughout her body. As her muscles trembled, her breathing came faster.

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Perspiration dampened her skin.

“Master, please,” she whispered, barely able to hear her own voice. “Let me take it out.”

“Press it harder,” he replied. “Tell me how it makes you feel.”

She moaned as her head rolled on the pillow.

“Serena, obey me. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“The pressure inside me,” she managed to whisper. “It’s increasing.”

“Where?”

“Inside my belly.”

“That’s not where it is. Is it your pussy? Is your pussy feeling it?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Say it, Serena. Say it and tell me what you’re feeling.”

“Like a fire is building up in…in my…,” she swallowed, shuddering. “In my pussy. I feel like my entire body is burning up and I can’t stand it anymore.”

“You can,” he encouraged. “Press the vibrator harder. What do you…”

Obeying him before he had finished, she cried out.

“God, master! I can’t…”

“Tug on the chain holding the clamps.” Blindly her hand groped for the thin chain. A finger hooked it and pulled. She gasped.

“Master, it’s like a…,” her poor brain struggled to work. “It hurts my nipples but my pussy tightened and…

“Very good,” he murmured. “Take the clamps off as you push the vibrator hard against your clit.” She struggled to take a deep breath and finally managed. Relieved, she exhaled and gasped as pain merged with pleasure. Taking a quick breath, she pinched her fingers around the first clamp handle.

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the second. Fire surged through her body.

“Ooooo!”

She arched off the bed then curled up. Gasping for breath, she rolled to her side. She felt blindly for the remote and turned it off.

“Serena?”

“Oh,

my

God,”

she

panted.

“That

was…incredible. I’ve never had an orgasm so strong.

Last night didn’t come close to this.”

“Last night? You masturbated?”

“If you can call it that,” she smiled against the pillow. “I was reading the story you marked from the first book.”

“It turned you on that much?”

“Yes,” she said shyly.

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Would you believe that’s only about the fourth time?”

“When was the first time?”

Serena took a deep breath and tried to speak in a normal voice. “In college, my roommates and I got a bit tipsy one night before graduation. Shelly showed us what to do.”

“What about the story turned you on?”

“He was so forceful even as he was tender with her. I got the feeling they’d been having marital problems and he hoped to break down the barriers they’d erected.”

“Forceful and tender,” came the mulling tone.

“I’ll remember that.” There was a pause as if he was gathering his thoughts. “I’m pleased with how things went tonight, although you have earned two punishments.”

“What?” she blinked, her mind still recovering from the orgasm. “Why?”

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“I came without permission,” she replied, remembering that from what she had read. “I don’t know the second.”

“Constantly resisted my orders,” he reminded her. “You don’t tell me
no
. Now, your friends will be over in about ten minutes. I’ll call you tomorrow morning at ten with the plans.”

“Yes, master,” she whispered, dazed.

“Good night,” he said softly, amusement in his voice.

At the silence, she reached out and pushed the red button to disconnect.

What just happened? What did she just do? Did she, a girl from a little town near the Canadian border and a family that filled four pews of the church they’d attended for five generations, just masturbate with a vibrator while a sexual dominant instructed her?

For a long moment, she stared at the vibrator.

Letting it fall to the comforter, she drew her knees up and hugged herself. It was the strangest, weirdest, most thrilling thing she’d ever done.

Closing her eyes, she reviewed what had happened.

Punishment. Her eyes flew open and landed on the phone. Whatever they were going to do, it seemed as if he intended to spank her. Twice. Her pussy clenched at the thought of him putting her face down across his thighs and spanking her. Her face flushed.

Serena Marie, you are turning into a harlot,
came
her mother’s voice. I did not raise you to behave this way! I raised you to be—

“No!” she protested. “I’m a grown woman and I will decide what I do.”

Pushing herself up, she hurried to get ready for the girls.

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brother had given her when he’d gone to Disney World. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she had to appreciate the irony of the character.

Sleeping Beauty had always been her favorite.

“And now I’m waking up,” she smiled.

Hurrying into the living room, she put the coasters out before going to the kitchen and pulled out ingredients for a salad. There was a knock on her door just before it opened.

“Yoo-hoo,” Debbie called out.

“In the kitchen! I need someone to open the wine and get the plates.”

Debbie and Claire appeared in sweats and oversized Ts. To Serena’s distress, Claire’s eyes still looked slightly frozen. Their hair was damp as if they’d taken showers after their workouts and come straight over. She wasn’t worried about their casual style. She’d have washed off her make-up if she’d had the time. The memory of
why
she hadn’t had time made her flush.

“You haven’t opened it, yet? What happened to our always-ready hostess?”

“Um, a phone call,” Serena replied, feeling the heat in her cheeks.

“A phone…” Debbie paused, her hand in the drawer searching for the corkscrew. She turned and stared. Across the narrow galley kitchen, Claire paused in the midst of reaching for the plates. “From your parents?”

“No,” Serena shook her head, busy chopping the carrots.

Debbie leaned forward, eyes narrowed.

“Oh. My. God,” she breathed, straightening.

“You had phone sex!” she screamed.

Claire almost dropped the plates and Serena nearly cut her fingertip off. Hands shaking, Claire put the plates on the counter and stared at her roommate.

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“Sheez, Debbie,” Serena muttered, bending to pick up the carrot slice that had rolled off the counter. She tossed it in the garbage can. “Why don’t you open the door and yell it down the hall? I don’t think the Thompsons’ in 3-D heard you.”