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there a few times, and she remembered the euphoria, the feeling of closeness that wrapped itself around the sub and her master.

Watching Grace hit that high struck a jealous cord in Kennedy that she didn’t want to admit. It was a place she wanted to be; she knew it took a commitment between Dom and sub, and she wouldn’t be there tonight. Still, she could feel part of it, couldn’t she? Feel the joy of submitting to Cedric? Kennedy turned and buried her head in Cedric’s thigh.

She nestled her head against the hard muscle. He stroked her hair, increasing her need for physical contact, her need to open herself to him.

“Please.” Oh, she hated to beg, hated to show how weak she was, still she couldn’t stand to watch anymore. She needed to be touched. Needed it now. He continued to pet her as the room grew silent. Seconds passed, and then the only sound was heavy breathing, and Toffer’s soft whisper for Grace to “come back” to him.

Cedric stood and offered Kennedy his hand. She took it, her excitement level higher than it had been in years. As they passed the swing, Kennedy watched Toffer stroke Grace’s forehead and whisper to her how proud he was of her submission, how much he loved her.

They stopped in the doorway and turned.

“Second floor,” Toffer said, his gaze still on Grace. “Help yourself to whatever you like.”

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Kennedy took stock of her surroundings. It seemed to be a den, with a large-screen TV

mounted on one wall. A huge leather sofa sat across from it. Farther back was an area with two overstuffed chairs gathered around a table and lamp. The whole room, like the rest of the house, had a comfortable, lived-in look.

Cedric turned a floor lamp to its lowest setting, then sat down on the sofa. “Come and kneel before me.”

Kennedy, her mind still reeling from watching Grace submit to Toffer, didn’t hesitate.

She knelt down, putting her hands behind her back. She needed to come, now.

“You’ve been trained,” Cedric said. “I’m not stepping on another Dom’s toes, am I?”

“No, Sir.”

“So, you were twenty-six the first time you submitted to a Dom, or was it a Domme?”

“A Dom, Master Cedric.”

He settled back into the cushions, his gaze trained on her face. “Tell me about it.”

“Don’t you want to…play?” Her body surged with need. She didn’t want to talk; she wanted to submit. Now.

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The imperious look he gave her only served to heighten the desire she felt. It also made her fear for her ability to sit down in the coming week. “I’m sorry to question you, Master Cedric.”

“As well you should be.” The look changed to one of expectation and she cleared her throat.

“He was the older brother of a friend of mine. He was thirty-two.”

“And?”

“We were skiing in Tahoe, at Jack’s parents’ cabin. There were about nine of us, and we’d had a long day on the slopes and had just eaten dinner. We were in the kitchen, cleaning up, and Jack popped a towel against my ass. I jumped and let out the requisite ‘don’t do that.’ Later that night he woke me up, around two in the morning. Told me to put my shoes on and come with him.”

“Forward, wasn’t he?”

“Well, I’d known him since I was about fifteen.” Kennedy’s eyes clouded in memory of Jack, his strong, capable hands and dominant nature.

“What happened next?”

“Jack took me to the small cabin on the property that his parents called their ‘guest house.’ It was empty because the other cabin was so big.”

“Sounds intriguing. And you submitted to him?”

“Yes. He wanted to know if I knew about D/s. I told him it had been covered in a psychology class I took in college. He told me he was a Dom, and he was certain I was a sub.

To prove it, he told me to strip. And I did.”

“You’ve never questioned your submissive tendencies?”

“No, just denied them to others, like earlier tonight.”

He stretched out his arms across the back of the couch. “Then what happened?”

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“Master Cedric, please.” This wasn’t going as she’d planned. The idea had been to submit to him, physically, have an orgasm or two, and be done with it. Drive-by submission so to speak. Why wasn’t he getting on with it? She hazarded a glance at his crotch. He was hard, his cock straining against the fly of his pants. He wanted sex as much as she did.

“Does it make you uncomfortable to talk about it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. “Why?”

“Because I hardly know you.” Even as the words came out of her mouth, she knew it didn’t make sense, and she knew he would point it out to her.

“And yet you’re kneeling in front of me, ready for me to give you an orgasm, ready to take pain and pleasure at my hands. But you don’t want to talk about your first taste of submission.”

Kennedy gave a nervous laugh. “I suppose that says something about me.”

“Oh yes, it does. You’re much more comfortable with the physical aspects of submission than the mental, and that’s a very good thing to know.”

She looked directly into his eyes. “You plan on messing with my mind?”

“Could be fun, for both of us.”

She slumped just a little bit, sitting up straighter when he cleared his throat. “I’d rather you played with my body, Master Cedric. Unless I’m not thi --”

“Don’t even try to top me from below, or to talk to me about body image. Who’s in charge?”

“You are, Sir.”

“That’s right. You will answer my questions, not pose ones of your own, or try to introduce a new subject. Not another word on that subject. You’re here because I want you here. If I hadn’t found you pleasing, I wouldn’t have offered to top you. Your body is very 28 Melinda Barron

appealing to me, and we will play. After you tell me the rest of the story. What happened next?”

“He spanked me.”

“He went straight to the point. Did you like it?”

Heat spread through her cheeks and Kennedy swallowed hard. She felt very exposed, as if she were lying on a table, wide open for him to see every inch of her.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Now I want to hear you say it. So answer my question.”

“Yes, Master Cedric.”

“Did he use his hand or a belt? Or something else he found in the cabin? Describe it to me. Don’t leave out any detail.”

This was not what she’d expected. Maybe because Jack, and the only other Dom she’d submitted to, Brad, had both jumped in feet first. She’d thought Cedric would do the same, play with her a bit and get them both off.

“He made me bend over the couch, and then he spanked me with his hand. He told me I was a bad girl, and it was obvious to him I needed discipline in my life. He was going to give it to me. He spanked me hard, and when I tried to get up, he spanked me harder, putting his hand on my back to keep me in place. When he was done, and my ass felt like it was on fire, he made me come. And then I stayed, bent over, while he jacked off. I wasn’t allowed to turn and watch. After that, he made me get dressed and go to bed.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Tell me how you felt afterward, while you were trying to go to sleep that night, and then the next day, while you and your friends were skiing.”

“Sore. And a little confused. A person’s not supposed to enjoy being spanked.”

“Did it frighten you?”

She was starting to calm down, partly from the relaxed way he asked questions, easing her nervousness. She could tell he was genuinely interested in her answers. He wanted to get to know her. She didn’t think of him as Cedric Davenport, the actor, now. She thought of Undercover Submission

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him as Master Cedric, the man who would bring her pleasure tonight, whom she would pleasure in whatever way he chose.

“Yes, it frightened me. Especially since I wanted more.”

“How long was he your Dom?”

“Seven years.”

His smile tied her stomach in knots. “Stand up.” When she was on her feet, he narrowed his eyes in contemplation, and she wondered what thoughts ran through his mind.

“I’d love to hear more about how you tumbled into submission with your friend; however, what I really want is to see you naked. Follow my directions to the letter. You are a slave girl on the auction block, and I am examining you for possible purchase. Take off your blouse.”

Oh my Lord, yes. At that moment, Kennedy was grateful her one indulgence to herself a few months back had been a satin bra and panty set on sale at a small boutique in Bakersfield -- and that she was wearing it right now. She took off her shirt, giving it to him when he put out his hand.

“Now, lift your bra over your breasts and let it lie on your chest.”

Her breasts jiggled as she freed them, the elastic tight against her upper chest.

“Very nice.” He leaned forward, his eyes wide in appreciation. “Nice big nipples and such beautiful piercings. You’re perfect for clothespins, or clamps with weights. Did you like watching the other slave with her weights?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I could tell. Your body tensed, and I knew you wanted it to be you in that swing.”

She needed to watch herself. He was far too adept at reading people.

“Lift your skirt and tuck it into your waistband.” Now she was thankful that, although she didn’t have a Dom, she still shaved and waxed regularly, keeping her mons bare.

“Legs wide, arms behind your back, head bowed.” Kennedy tried, and failed, to slow her breathing. When Cedric stood, it increased even more. He stepped in front of her, their 30 Melinda Barron

bodies almost touching. And then he put his fingers on the elastic of her panties and tugged the soft material to her knees.

He sat back down and examined her carefully, his eyes seeming to take in every inch.

“So beautifully submissive.”

“Come to me, my little slave girl.” She hobbled toward him, stopping at the place he indicated.

Cedric trailed a finger down her body, starting between her breasts, trailing over her belly button and down to her mons. He traced her outer labia as she shivered. Then he spread her lips and tugged on her slave ring.

He pulled again and her clit pulsed under the pressure. “Very nice. Turn around.”

Kennedy moved slowly, her panties still tight around her knees. With her back to him, she felt very vulnerable. He traced her buttocks lightly, the sensations spreading straight to her clit. And then he grasped her cheeks and spread them, exposing her anus to him.

“Excellent.” A finger dipped into the valley and caressed her rosette. “Would slave girl let me take her here?”

“Yes, Master Cedric.” Would he want to do something that intimate tonight? Surely not. He was just exploring, right? Pushing her to see what her limits were. This was bad.

Very bad. Having him touch her could be very addictive, and knowing it was just for tonight didn’t make this any easier.

Maybe she should stop it, tell him she’d changed her mind. And while her brain said yes, her body said no, and it pushed against his finger.

“Bad slave girl.” He smacked her behind and she groaned. “Hold still.”

Her clit was on fire now. She knew all it would take for her to tumble into orgasm would be one little tug on her ring.

“Turn back around.” She faced him, keeping her position. “Tell me, slave girl, how do you take a spanking?”

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He glanced up at her, their gazes locking. With one look he let her know he’d said no pain, except that promise was about to be broken. The one slap he’d given her didn’t count as pain. If she wanted it, if she enjoyed it, he would give it to her. This was her chance to say yes or no. It was too late, now. Her indecision was gone. As much as she knew she would probably get hurt in the end, there was no way she was backing out.

“Very well, Sir.” He stood and disappeared behind her. She could hear cabinet doors opening. Seconds later he was back, attaching cuffs to her wrists that he then hooked together. He propelled her toward the couch, stopping at the edge.

“Put your knees on the cushion, then lean over and put your head on the back.” Her breathing intensified, and she felt as if she might hyperventilate. She was half-naked on a couch, her arms bound behind her, her legs spread as wide as her panties would allow. And Cedric Davenport stood behind her. No, not Cedric Davenport. Master Cedric, a man thinking of buying her on the auction block.

“Calm down, slave girl.” His touch was gentle on her back, and her breathing eased. “I want to see how you take a punishment before I spend my hard-earned money on you.”

“Yes, Master Cedric. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Would you like to belong to me? I know I’d like to own you.”

Oh, you have no idea how much I want to belong to you. “Yes, Master Cedric, I’d like to be your property.”

He went back to the cabinet and she heard him rummaging around. It occurred to her that Toffer seemed to have toys placed in every room of his house. Convenient, she supposed, for topping his wife whenever the mood struck him, without having to go and search for something.

What would Cedric use on her? Not his hand, obviously, if he was going to retrieve a toy. A paddle? A flogger? A cane? No, he’d said a spanking, not a whipping, so it would probably be a paddle.

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When he rubbed a piece of smooth, cool wood against her bottom, she knew she was right. “Show me you’d be worth my time if I bought you, slave girl. Beg for it.”

“Please spank me, Sir. I’ll be your willing slave.” The paddle smacked against her behind, the touch just enough to sting.

“What would you do for me?”

“Anything you want, Sir.” Another smack, this one a little harder. The sting intensified and her breathing kicked back up.

“Be specific.” Two more strikes spread heat through her buttocks.

“I’ll suck your cock, Sir.”

“And?” The spanking picked up. Cedric alternated sides, the burn increasing.

“You can fuck me, fuck my pussy, Sir.”

“And your ass?” Two harsh hits landed on each buttock and Kennedy tried to sit up. He responded with three more strikes. “Back into position, slave girl. I asked you a question and I expect an answer.”