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It was so hard to stay still, but somehow, I managed it. It wasn’t until I felt something drop on the couch next to my arm that I rolled my gaze up, ever so slightly. No! A paddle…

“No,” I whimpered.

“Silence,” he ordered. “Disobedience is met with discipline. No questions; no exceptions. Understood?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Yes ‘Master’,” he corrected.

“Yes, Master,” I said, my voice wobbly.

“You disobeyed me by failing to comply immediately with my command. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I answered again, now fully terrified by the position my husband had dropped me into. Somehow, I’d have to get through this. Tomorrow, all the men would be at the office—at least I thought so. Tomorrow, I would get out of here…somehow.

I heard Jayson moving along the couch, and soon, he was behind me. His hands landed on my ass, squeezing and spreading me while his thumbs moved along my skin. His naked body brushed my skin. Humiliation burned across my face.

“Have you ever taken a butt plug?” he asked.

“No,” I whispered. My throat constricted on my voice, strangling the sound.

A loud smack landed on my ass, and I gasped as fire exploded across the cheek.

“No,” I said louder.

Another whack hit the same spot.

“No, Master,” I wailed, realizing my mistake. “No…”

I tried not to cry, I really did, but tears burned my eyes as I struggled to stay still and let him “examine” me. For some reason, the subjugation turned me on, but mentally, I was unprepared for the rough handling.

“You will,” he said as if the discipline hadn’t interrupted his questions. “This little hole needs to be trained if I’m going to fuck it.”

I pressed my lips together to suppress my immediate protest. I’d be out of here before he tried to shove his thick cock there.

His thumb pushed lower and into the crease of my cunt. “Damn, you’re wet. Something’s turning you on.”+ha">“Noear

Yes. Something. And I couldn’t fathom it.

I moaned when he pushed three fingers into my sopping cunt. My walls protested the thick intrusion, but ecstasy heated me while he fucked the passage hard with his hand. My hips moved against my will as I struggled to meet the drives. Tension coiled in my belly, and I felt the walls of my pussy convulse around his thrusts.

“Don’t you come, woman,” he rasped. “Don’t you dare come.”

My hands clenching the edge of the couch cushion, I fought my body. Why wouldn’t he let me orgasm? He was subjecting me to this for what? My humiliation and his enjoyment? I was ready to give him a piece of my mind, to stand up and tell him to fuck off, when he pulled his hand free. Grabbing the back of my hair, he gently tugged until I stood and faced him.

“You’re angry,” he observed.

I considered lying to avoid another punishment, but figured he’d know and discipline me anyway. “Yes, Master,” I answered through my teeth.

He smiled—the fucker smiled! “You’ll learn to like it. This room is soundproofed, so no one will hear you, but because I like it, you’re going to wear this while you take your punishment.”

I blinked at him when he opened his hand between us and showed me a ball gag. There would be more punishment
and
he was going to gag me.
What about a fucking safe word?

“A safe word,” he laughed, alerting me to the fact I’d actually spoken aloud. “I don’t do safe words, woman. This is the discipline of my house, and you will take it while you’re here. I won’t cause you physical damage, but I will spank and paddle you and I will push your limits and you
will
obey me. You won’t need a safe word because this isn’t a game. This isn’t about some scene. This is your life here. Understood?”

Had I been frightened before? Now, I was moving toward terror of the unknown.

“Yes, Master,” I replied. That was the last thing I said, because the moment I opened my lips, the gag was pushed between them. Panicked butterflies slammed around my belly, but before I could do anything, I was pushed back over the side of the couch. Jayson caught my hands behind me and fastened them in cold metal handcuffs. I tried to stand, but his large hand in the middle of my back held me in place. He reached for the paddle and genuine terror filled me.

“No!” I screamed behind the gag, but it did no good. I was sure he heard my protest, but he ignored me. It might even have amused him.

I trembled as the wood smoothed over my ass. I was in way over my head. I couldn’t do this!

“There will be twelve paddles for your disobedience,” he said. “Feel free to come.”

Come? Was he fucking high? Fear had dimmed my previous arousal, though not completely.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. This wasn’t happening! Ignoring my distress, he kicked my feet farther apart, making me sink deeper into the couch and opening me more. I shook as I saw him take position beside me. My eyes squeezed shut when I saw his arm swing.

The resounding crack against {
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Each blow seemed to build on the one before it, and by the time Jayson reached six, fire had spread from the curve of my ass to my lower back, into my thighs and around into my pussy. Heated fingers of sensation stroked my clit, and I understood what he meant. The pain caused pleasure. Sadistic pleasure. Each smack of the wood on my ass jolted my body, and each jolt drove me closer and closer to the orgasm he’d told me I could have.

My body’s reaction was beyond my comprehension yet I didn’t want to give him the orgasm—I knew that was what he wanted. To show me what would happen, to have command over my body in a way I found unfathomable.

My face rocked on the cushions by the time he reached strike ten. A moan rolled from deep in my chest. Blood pulsed in my clit, and I felt my muscles preparing to shove me over the edge. The orgasm was building and building.

“Twelve,” he growled, and the spank seemed especially hard. I was a mess of pain and ecstasy, my mind grasping for reason in a dark muzzy place I didn’t understand. I felt my pussy tightening and throbbing. Lightning railed through me, and I screamed.

Suddenly, his hand grasped my hips, and I felt his thick cock shoving into me. He pounded forward while I cried, my fingers clenching and unclenching as I lost control of my body. He had the control, and he knew it. He was in charge. He commanded me. He owned me. I was the receptacle for his cum and his pleasure.

Wet slapping filled the room as our bodies came together. I was so slippery with my own cum, and I felt it rolling down my thighs, clear proclamation of my arousal and acceptance of him. His body hair abraded my sore ass,“One,” Jay

Chapter Three

Jayson didn’t operate the way they usually did in the sappy romance novels I sometimes read. I realized that I’d passed out from the intensity of what had happened, and when I came to, I was still draped over the couch. He’d removed the ball gag, but cloth had taken its place, still keeping me from speaking. My hands remained cuffed.>Want to read more Keaton Quist? Coming Soon from Stiff Rain Presstshing my

I felt his seed dripping from my cunt and knew he’d made good on his promise to come inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut, ashamed of how much I’d enjoyed him using me. Yes, I had somehow enjoyed it, though my ass now ached, and my skin still burned.

“Back with me?”

Jayson was still here? I hadn’t heard him while I’d been evaluating my body.

I nodded, opening my eyes and trying to find him without moving much. When his cool hand curved my ass, I realized he was right behind me.

He slid a long, chilly instrument into my cunt. “You need to come again,” he announced. “I’m going to make you come all night. By tomorrow morning, you’ll know you’re mine.”

I whimpered, but my eyes rolled upward when he started the toy inside me. The shaft simulated fucking while a protrusion thumped over my clit. His thumb pressed against my asshole making me afraid of what he might do. When he merely circled the hole, I relaxed, letting the dildo do its work. He had it turned high, and in no time, my cunt was squeezing the mechanical shaft, almost impeding its progress with my reaction and the tight clamp of my walls. My hips rocked wanting the release it promised.

“That’s right. Fuck it,” he growled. “Show me what a good slave you are.”

But I wasn’t a slave. I was a woman who didn’t do things like this. Immediately, I stilled.

Jayson sighed. “You really want to test me, don’t you?”

Before I could shake my head, he yanked away the toy and pulled me from the couch. Holding my bound arms, he marched me to the corner of his office. My eyes went wide when I realized there were cuffs hanging from the ceiling. He released the handcuffs and one by one restrained my wrists in the leather above my head. My ankles were locked in shackles attached to o-rings in the floor.

I could stand easily that way. If I got tired, I could lean my head against the wall.

Or so I thought.

Jayson had another toy, and I knew I was in trouble when he strapped it to me. He walked away, leaving it vibrating inside me on full speed. Over the buzzing, I heard the door open and shut. When I turned my head, I saw him entered the picture on the TV screen, still naked.

He’d left me alone. Alone? Doms weren’t supposed to do that, were they? Again I reminded myself I didn’t know anything about this lifestyle. My legs already shook while my body clawed to the edge of orgasm. I screamed behind my gag as mindless reaction strung through my body. I couldn’t think past the almost painful shards of release exploding relentlessly through me. Shaking, I tried to dislodge the vibe Jayson had strapped to me. I needed it out. I couldn’t take another orgasm. It would kill me.

It didn’t. Five more times the vibrator drove me over the edge of release, the clenching rolling over my entire body. Perspiration beaded my skin and my breasts were taut and hard from the blood pushed there from my arousal. My nipples throbbed as they knotted into tight buds.

I was destroyed.

By the time I heard Jayson return, every one of my cells reached for him. I needed him here while I struggled against this punishment he’d given me. Deep inside, I knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.(anplear He wouldn’t allow my death by vibrator—what pleasure would he get in that? He wanted the whole weekend from me.

Though I intended to sneak away the minute he left the house tomorrow, I wanted more of him before that happened. I wanted him to fuck me into oblivion tonight so I’d have a few hours where I didn’t remember what an asshole my soon-to-be ex-husband was.

Tears streamed down my cheeks when another wave of release racked my body. I’d ache all over tomorrow from the exertion. Weakly, I hung from the cuffs, my body’s weight pulling on my arms, and I wondered if I’d even be able to walk.

Jayson’s cool hands settled on my hips, and he lifted me. He supported my frame against his warm, powerful body. Relief poured through me. I needed him. I would rely on him. I would trust him to take care of me while he took command of my being.

“Do you think you can obey now?” he asked quietly against my ear.

I nodded vigorously,
Yes, Master,
screaming through my thoughts. I’d call him that all he wanted. I looked down at his dark fingers curled toward my middle. So different. Dark and light. Black and white. Master and slave. Jaded and naïve.

Though I knew a lot about life,
I
was the naïve one. I had no idea how something like this worked or what he wanted from me.

“Let’s see if that’s true,” Jayson said. He released the cuffs one at a time, rubbing each wrist then kissing the inside skin before guiding my arms to rest straight at my sides. I wanted the cloth out of my mouth, but I made no move to touch it. Jayson rewarded me with its removal a few moments later.

“Thank you, Master,” I ventured, risking speech though I hadn’t been directed. Surely, thanking him would be acceptable.

“You’re welcome, white girl,” he rumbled before nipping at my ear. I shivered. The erotic sensation of him curled against me as he tormented the lobe then kissed my neck surprised me. His manner had gone from strict and harsh to somewhat…tender. It threw me off, and I didn’t know what to expect.

“You have questions,” he said. A statement rather than a question.

“Yes…Master,” I said, quickly adding on the unfamiliar honorific.

Taking my hand, he led me to the couch and sat. I went easily into his lap when he pulled me down. A soft groan escaped me at the pressure of skin-to-skin on my abused ass. Jayson didn’t acknowledge my discomfort and I didn’t expect him to. In his mind, I deserved the punishment, my initiation of sorts.

He was a far larger man than Tom—taller while lean and powerful. It was obvious from his rock-hard biceps and flat belly that he worked out. His body seemed to envelop mine as he cupped the back of my head and brought it to rest on his solid chest. His iron-like arms locked around me.

“Go ahead; ask,” he said.

My brows drew together as I tried to separate the million things exploding through my thoughts. “Are you…always…um…I…”

Jayson chuckled at my inability to put together words. “No,” he answered. “In this study, in the bedroom, yes. I am your master there. Everywhere else, no—though, I do demand respect and expt__And__Bold__And__Italic {
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“Requests?”

“Yes. Such as keeping me apprised of your whereabouts, comporting yourself in a refined manner, not putting yourself in risky positions, giving your absolute fidelity to me.”

“Fidelity,” I echoed, noticing that it was the second time his words had brought that response, as if I repeated his words because I had no understanding. I felt as if I was off my game. Still, we were at a sex party and the requirement of fidelity when everyone was fucking everyone else seemed…odd.