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Eugenie allowed her eyelids to drop as she relaxed slightly. Perhaps he saw this and chose that moment to ramp things up a little, to throw her off balance again. He reached around to cup her breast. Eugenie gasped, gnawing on her lip again. He squeezed her breast, molding it in his palm before he took the small pink nipple between his finger and thumb. He rolled then pinched it, the tip hardening and swelling in his hand. He applied a little more pressure, enough to hurt, and she gasped again, jerking against him. He brought his other arm around her too, across her lower abdomen.

Even though he was holding her still, and really, she was not in any position to struggle or resist, he repeated his instructions. “Don’t move, Miss d’André.”

Her response was to stiffen in his arms. It was difficult, but Eugenie wanted to comply. She was making an effort, and hoped he’d realize and settle for that, this time.

Aaron continued to torment her nipples, first one, then the other, pulling, twisting, flattening them between his fingers. Eugenie whimpered, and tears dampened her eyelashes. She was suffering, but managing to endure because he’d instructed her to.

His next ploy was to slip his free hand between her legs, stroking through her damp, soft folds. Despite the pain of his touch her pussy was wet, proof of her arousal if any were needed.

He relaxed his grip on her swollen, distended nipples. He then parted her pussy lips, thrusting two fingers deep into her. No preamble, no warning, he penetrated her with his fingers and scissored them inside her. The walls of her cunt tightened around his digits. She let out a low moan.

“Do you like this, Miss d’André?”

She nodded.

“Answer me please, Miss d’André. Say it.”

“Yes, Sir, I do like this.”

“Would you like more of this then? Shall I continue?”

“Yes please.”

“Yes please, Sir.”

“Yes please, Sir. I am sorry, Sir.”

“I believe you are sorry, but even so, I intend to punish you for that mistake. It’ll help you to learn. A leather strap across your delightful derrière I think. Would that provide a memorable lesson, do you imagine?”

“Sir, I… Oh!”

Aaron chose that moment to twist his fingers and connect to her G-spot. He rubbed hard, applying pressure to just the right place to send her into a frenzy. He reached down and around with his other hand, too, to caress her clit.

“Sir, I’m going to come.”

“No you’re not. Not until I say so.”

“Sir, I cannot help it. Please…”

“No.” Aaron continued to finger-fuck her, his thrusts relentless now, hitting her G-spot every time he drove his digits into her. He drew the pad of his finger backward and forward across the tip of her clit, synchronizing the movements of his hands to focus the intensity. He seemed to know the moment she lost control, convulsing around his fingers as huge wracking shudders rocked her small frame. He didn’t let up, drawing out her response, teasing every last tremor from her before slowing down. His hands still on her, in her, he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Oh dear, Miss d’André. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you just earned yourself a serious thrashing. Was it worth it?”

“I believe it was, Sir.”

Aaron chuckled. “Sassy little sub. I think I might come to like you. A lot.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“That wasn’t a question, Miss d’André. Silence please.”

Aaron stepped away, returning to the shelves. This time he picked up a tube of lubricant, and returned to stand in front of Eugenie. She gazed at him, her head a confused jumble of conflicting thoughts and emotions. She was aroused, but anxious too, apprehensive, maybe verging on distressed. This scene was intense, much more than she’d experienced before, and this stern, implacable Dom didn’t seem anywhere close to being finished with her yet.

“Are you still with me, Miss d’André? I don’t hear any mention of French classical authors.”

Eugenie was relieved. He might be harsh, but Aaron Praed did at least seem to be attuned to her responses, both spoken and nonverbal.

“I am fine, Sir. It is just…”

“What is it, Eugenie?” His tone was gentler, as though he genuinely wanted an answer, not more trembling.

“I don’t want you to punish me. I meant no disrespect or disobedience, Sir. I tried to obey you but it was too intense.”

Aaron cupped her chin in his hand, lifting her face up. He caught her gaze and held it. “We can stop this any time you want to.”

Eugenie shook her head, her eyes tearing again.

“Eugenie? Tell me.”

“If I use my safe word, you will let me leave, I know that. But you will not want to scene with me again.”

“Would that be a problem for you? If I’d pushed you so far you had to safe word?”

She had no hesitation in her response. “Yes, Sir. I like you.”

Aaron smiled. He leaned forward to kiss her, and Eugenie noted he seemed inclined to make a more thorough job of it this time as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Eugenie’s response was instant, the slight purring sound in her throat an indication that he was getting through to her. He explored her mouth, tasting and testing, and Eugenie couldn’t resist starting to suck on his tongue. At last, he broke the kiss but remained close, his nose nudging hers.

“I like you too, little sub. And I will most definitely want to scene with you again, even if you do use your safe word. I hope you won’t feel you have to do that, but you might. I want to know what your limits are, and to find that out I need to push you right to them. I need to know that I can trust you to protect yourself if it’s too much. Can I trust you, Miss d’André?”

He waited, and Eugenie gazed at him. There was more to come, he’d hinted as much, and it was going to be just as intense as before. Possibly more so. She knew she was chewing on her lip again. Then her thoughts cleared. She smiled at him before giving an almost imperceptible nod. It was enough, though, and he got it. Aaron stepped back, still holding her gaze. And he winked at her.

Chapter Two

Eugenie’s confidence soared. His wink made all the difference. Aaron was stern, demanding, a Dom to the core. But she took comfort in that he also seemed to know when she was struggling and just how to tap into her submissive instincts to bring her along with him and keep her in the scene. She drew in several long breaths, concentrating on her respiration as she brought her senses under control. Aaron did not hurry her. He seemed prepared to allow her the time she needed to collect her wits.

A couple of minutes passed. Eugenie turned her head to seek out Aaron as he leaned against the wall. “May I speak, Sir?”

“You may.”

“Thank you, Sir. I am ready to continue now.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Then, I do not understand…”

“I’m just enjoying looking at you.”

“Sir?”

“You are one sexy little sub, Eugenie. I thought I should mention that.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Eugenie’s head was reeling again. She’d thought him less than impressed.

“You’re welcome.” He pushed himself off the wall and advanced on her again. His expression had lost the humor and warmth of just moments before as he shrugged on his Dom cloak once more. The effect on Eugenie was instant, her submission immersing her once more. She bowed her head, breathing slowly while he circled her again then came to a halt behind her. She remained motionless as he trailed the backs of his fingers down her spine, giving a slight, involuntary shiver when he reached her bottom. She was not sore exactly, but as he palmed her buttock, she was conscious of the residual tenderness from the earlier spanking. He must have known but made no reference to it.

He parted the cheeks of her bum with his hands, and Eugenie inhaled sharply. He was inspecting her.

“Arch your back, Miss D’andré. Show me your arse.”

Eugenie obeyed, widening her stance a little, at the same time lifting her bottom up. Aaron ran his fingers down the crease between the rounded globes, exploring, seeking and finding. He reached her tiny puckered hole and pressed his finger against it. She groaned, knowing what was coming.

Aaron massaged her arse, working the tip of his finger inside. Eugenie closed her eyes, concentrating on holding still for him. This was not the first time she had done this, but she had mixed feelings about anal play. It was intense, intimate, and she found it ultimately humiliating. She supposed that was the point and would not normally have welcomed this the first time she scened with a new Dom.

Saying no to Aaron was not an option. In any case, Eugenie found she did not object on this occasion. She relaxed in his hands. Aaron was gentle but determined, easing past her sphincter, working his finger deeper inside.

She flinched as the cool slickness of lubricant hit her slackening hole. Aaron worked it inside, thrusting one finger fully into her. He twisted his hand to swirl his digit around, stroking her inner walls. Eugenie squeezed down, gripping around his questing finger.

“You tolerate this well. You’ve done this before, I think.”

“Yes, Sir. I mean, I am sorry—was that a question?” She held her breath.

“It was. Relax, I’m not trying to catch you out. I want to learn about you. What about butt plugs? Have you had a plug in here? Or a cock?”

“A small plug, Sir. Just once. Oh!” She clenched her bum as he drove a second finger inside her. Her knees gave way and she was hanging from the metal ring, suspended there by the restraints around her wrists. Aaron caught her, his arm around her waist steadying her and taking her weight.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, Sir. That was—a surprise. And a little intense.” She locked her knees again. “I am all right now.” She was by no means certain her legs were going to hold her up, but for now at least, they seemed to be doing their job

Aaron released her and resumed his rhythmic finger-fucking. Eugenie gave herself over to the sensation, for the first time actually liking this experience. With Aaron, it seemed not so much humiliating as intimate and erotic. Her pussy was wet, hot and clenching round nothing. She wondered if he might fuck her, if she asked him very nicely. He did tell her, right at the onset, to ask him straight out for whatever she wanted from him.

“Has anyone ever fucked your arse, Miss d’André?”

“No, Sir. Not yet.”

“Good answer. We’ll work on this some more then, though perhaps not tonight. It’ll be something to look forward to.”

“Sir, I—oh. Oh!” Eugenie let out a little shriek when he twisted his fingers inside her, at the same time reaching around to take her clit between his finger and thumb. Eugenie groaned. Her knees threatened to give way again.

Aaron rubbed her clit then flicked the tip, hard. Her orgasm was just moments away.

“Sir, I need to come. Please. Please…” She was close to despair, expecting to be refused. The beating to follow would be a mere formality.

“Go ahead.”

“Pardon? Sir?”

“You have permission to come, Miss d’André. Do it now.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you… Oh, Sir.” Eugenie convulsed as her climax seized her, rocking her nervous system as wave after wave of pure sensual pleasure washed through her. Aaron continued to stroke her clit, finger-fucking her ass with a steady, forceful rhythm while she convulsed around his hand.

Her head cleared and Eugenie became aware of her surroundings again. Aaron chuckled, the sound coming from close to her ear, soft and very sexy, full of promise. Eugenie’s pussy clenched. She needed to ask him, needed him.

“Please, Sir, I would like it if you would fuck me.”

“Mmm, I bet you would. Are you hoping to distract me from delivering the punishment you’ve earned.”

“No, Sir. I just…” Eugenie was unsure how to proceed, or even if she should persist. Desire and caution warred within her. Desire won out. “Sir, please punish me, then fuck me. Please.”

“As you wish, Miss d’André, since you’ve asked so nicely.” He reached up to release her restraints, sliding an arm around her waist to catch her when her body crumpled. He lowered her to the floor then crouched beside her. “When you’re ready I’d like you to get up and stand by the chair. Lean over it. You can put your hands on the seat.”

Eugenie nodded and attempted to push herself up. Aaron stopped her with his hand on her shoulder.

“Not quite yet. Take your time. We’re in no hurry. Well, I’m not. You may disagree. The sooner your discipline is administered, the sooner you’ll have my cock inside you. I suppose your powers of recovery now will demonstrate how much of a slut you are.”

Despite his crude words, Eugenie knew he had a point. She was near enough desperate to have him inside her, but despite her inexperience she understood that rewards had to be earned in this demanding lifestyle. He would exact his punishment then, if he was satisfied she was truly sorry and had learned from his attentions, he’d deliver the prize he’d promised her. Despite her enthusiasm for what was to come, eventually, Eugenie was glad of the reprieve. She did need a few minutes to flex her straining muscles, to loosen up her shoulders, and most importantly to let her legs solidify again. Aaron Praed had a most profound impact on her equilibrium, she was finding.

Minutes later, she pushed herself onto her knees then got to her feet. Still a little unsteady, she made her way to the solitary chair in the center of the room. She stood in front of it then leaned forward to grip both sides of the seat.

“I take it you’re ready?” The low drawl came from across the room. Eugenie turned her head to face him. He was still leaning against the wall, a leather strap dangling from his right hand. It was looped in the middle, the two ends clasped within his fist. He quirked his upper lip in a half smile.

Eugenie suppressed the urge to glower at him. She did not relish what he intended to do to her. Maybe she was a fair-weather submissive, a cherry picker who loved the fabulous orgasms and some of the heavier stuff, but resented the discipline aspect. Whatever, this was a means to an end and that end was very much in sight.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for waiting.”

“No problem. So now, let’s do a tally-up. You forgot to refer to me with the proper respect. That earns you six strokes. And you came without my permission, for which I’m minded to add a further ten. So, sixteen strokes, Miss d’André. Do you agree this seems fair?”