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    She'd run out of breath, out of words, and had pretty much lost her train of thought.

    It took a moment for Alain to collect himself; this was the last thing he expected or
wanted
to hear from the pretty young clerk. His initial shock gave way to anger, which might well have erupted in an abusive tirade, but by the time the girl had finished her rambling discourse, he'd contained the worst of his ire.

    "Is that all you have to say, Miss Shaw?"

    "Yes, I think so."

    "Well—" he took a deep, exasperated breath, "In addition to the fact that arriving at my home during my private time, completely unannounced, is rude and inconsiderate, the revelation of your fantasy life including me in any way can only put a wedge in our ability to effectively work together. I can't believe that even you, Miss Shaw, would be foolish enough to compromise your job this way. You've put me in a very awkward position." He shook his head, afraid to say anything more.

    "Oh, sir, I'm so sorry. I really didn't think…"

    "No! You didn't think," he crisply retorted, "What? You had in mind that I was one of the boys at Ana's club who get their jollies dressing in leather and carrying a whip? That I'd dive into that scene because
you
need a dom? Well you are right about one thing, you need a dom…or a father to take you over his knee and spank some sense into you—"

    She looked like a scared rabbit, although her dark eyes gazed up at him with such longing appeal that they stopped his rant cold.

    "Miss Shaw…" he backed off, making every effort to be kind, "I'm not the man you're looking for. You've made a grave mistake coming here. And I'm sure we can get beyond it, but please, please, let's not discuss your lifestyle or your desires again. We are professionals, working in a professional environment and we need to remember that. What we do in our private lives, no matter how closely they might mirror each other – which I doubt they do – we have to keep personal feelings outside of work. You need to take your need for a Dom to a proper venue. Although I warn you against acting rashly; throwing yourself at men like this could get you in a world of trouble." He winced a bit, having said that. It sounded too much like fatherly guidance and he certainly did not want to end up in that position. By that time, however, Miss Shaw didn't seem to be listening all that closely.

    She was crestfallen beyond words, and finally after much hand wringing, the disappointed girl said in her defense. "I had to ask. I
really
did. And I'm sorry I bothered you, Captain Danvers. You won't hear a word from me about the matter again."

    "That's good. I'm glad to hear it."

    She smiled thinly, then picked up her coat. "I really am sorry, sir. I wouldn't have asked if…if I hadn't thought that we might… that a… Oh, my! I'd better stop now before I embarrass myself anymore."

    Alain nodded kindly, then followed her to the front door and let her out.

"You were very hard on that poor girl," Janis swept into the hallway and put her arm around Alain's waist.

    "Hard on her? I should have given her little butt a thrill and spanked it all the way back to her apartment. And how would you know anyway?"

    "I tiptoed back and listened at the door like any good spy would, since it sounded like something I wanted to hear. Oh, dear, she was so sincere, and so needy. It would be obvious to anyone that she could use a good Dom to take care of her yearning desolation."

    "You're being a little dramatic, aren't you?"

    "That's how these girls see their plight."

    "But I'm over twice her age."

    "And what is wrong with that? I know you, Alain. You've wanted a truly submissive woman for a long time and here one presents herself to you. She's very pretty and very willing, dying to be molded by a master, and you turn her away without giving it a moment's thought."

    "You're serious?"

    "Well, we both know that I'm not the right woman for you. A good flogging is all that inspires me. Otherwise, there's not a submissive bone in my body. Why not tiptoe out on a limb again? You have that restless energy about you—"

    "It's unethical, Janis. She's in my unit. I'm her direct supervisor. My career could be ruined if the little urchin were to squeal."

    "Oh! That's just plain silly. Office romances happen all the time. Get her transferred to another unit; you have the power to do that. Make her sign a standard contract of compliance, if you must, and you've got your ass covered. You won't even have to hide your relationship."

    "Why are you pushing this?" he looked at her suspiciously.

    "Because I know that I don't give you enough. I'm never at your beck and call. And I think it might be nice to have little Meri as a sex partner once and a while. Saves me the trouble of finding a female lover of my own."

    "You are a devious woman."

    "I know. But not nearly as devious, vile and wicked as you can be, Alain Danvers. You really should think about it."

    "I don't know if I can trust the girl. These days, it's hard to know who isn't out to screw you."

    "Oh, I think she's out to
screw
you, Alain. But not in a way you wouldn't enjoy."

    He pulled out of the woman's clench and turned to face her.

    "Your brows are furrowed, what are you thinking?" she asked.

    "It's a silly thought."

    "No thoughts are silly."

    "I'd be a fool to enter into a relationship with the girl."

    "What? Are you trying to get me to make the decision for you?"

    "I can make the goddam decision on my own, if you don't mind."

    "Good." She smiled and slipped inside his arm again, though he shook her off.

    "Not so fast, Janis. You go upstairs, I'll be up in a moment."

***

If it hadn't been for Miss Shaw's ill-timed interruption a half hour earlier, sex that night with Janis would have been strictly vanilla. How bizarre that a meager half hour could change Alain's mood so thoroughly, or that Janis would pick up on his compelling need for going beyond vanilla boundaries.

    He arrived at the bedroom not ten minutes after shooing her on, opened the door, and gazed with some surprise at a naked Janis kneeling, her ass facing away from the door, her chest pressed to the floor and her hands locked in cuffs behind her back. In such a position, not exposing the entire cleft of her behind was impossible – from the puckering rosette to her pussy lips below. Though startled at first, he gave himself a moment to silently enjoy the sight of her self-imposed submission and all that it was intended to convey.

    On occasion, he balked at such a blatant invitation, going so far as to ignore her completely one night when she used a similar scheme to arouse his baser sexual passions. Though she had wanted it hard that night, he refused to bite. With no word from him – in fact, he'd gone to sleep while she was still submissively crouched – she finally gave up and came to bed, where she slept by his side, her hands still cuffed behind her, because there was no way to free herself. Only Alain had a key. When he finally woke in the morning, he freed her. He never did beat her. Even though he might have enjoyed a hard scene as much as she did, he refused to be managed by any woman.

    This was a much different night, however, and Janis's submissive offering certainly fit his underlying mood. If nothing else, he could think of Miss Shaw while he was working Janis's fine round buttocks. His occasional bedmate was an attractive woman of thirty-five, with shoulder length brown hair, a bright smile and a pleasingly voluptuous body. She would regularly deride herself for being too plump – her word was fat – but Alain found her shapely curves, full breasts and rounded hips much to his liking. Her bottom was as fleshy and appealing as all the rest, and the way it suffered from a good beating, whether just an over-the-knee spanking or a hard whipping, could transform him within minutes.

     After sizing up his target, he moved further inside the room and rolled up the sleeves of his once starched white shirt. He opened the collar and pulled off his loosened tie, then moved directly to the wall where the razor strap hung prominently by the door. He'd never been sure what inspired him to place it in that noticeable location, but some years before, after strapping the bottom of his then current submissive, he'd casually hung the lengthy leather from an unused nail, as if that were exactly where the strap belonged.

    It had been some weeks since he'd given Janis the kind of strapping she desired, and the leather felt good inside his hand. The smell of it was as arousing to him as it would be for his waiting subject.

    He stood above her, staring down. "The foot of the bed, Ms. Tyler." He didn't need to explain more to have the woman struggling to her feet – a bit clumsily without the use of her hands – and falling over the brass railing at the bottom of his king-sized bed. She wriggled forward into position with her crotch resting on the rail and her shoulders dropping down and cushioned by the mattress, which meant that her toes finally rose up off the floor, leaving her legs to dangle free. That is until Alain lassoed each ankle with a length of rope and tied one to the right-hand bedpost, the other to the left. Awkward for Janis, yes, but perfectly suitable for his purposes.

    He stood to her left, giving himself plenty of room to work, then took aim with his ominous strap and menacing look, letting the first smack of the leather land dead-center on Janis's pinkish bottom cheeks.

    As the blow landed and he heard her pained gasp, his desire for the punishment fully engaged, powered by some awesome force that rushed wildly through his veins, giving life to the leather and satisfaction to his dark essence. Again and again and again, the leather struck its target, pinkening the supple skin until the two fleshy mounds seemed to glow red with heat. The bound female bounced atop the rail, which was as punishing to her poor body as the smacks to her ass. She endured long minutes of arduous pain in silence, although her refusal to cry only increased Alain's desire to make her suffer more. They worked in tandem, as if toward some mutual goal they both instinctively understood.

    With their passions bursting at the seams, his cock hardened, pulsing stiff and needy inside his pants. But there was still much to do. He knew his pressing requirements; he knew her limits; he knew exactly at what point his crescendoing fervor needed to stop.

    Her whimpering mewls became the first sign that she was breaking down; then as she thrashed more madly against the bedrail, Alain's fine-tuned punishment took her to a desperate peak, and her whimpers turned into plaintive wails.

    "You're going to get fucked in the ass, Ms. Tyler," he stopped to announce. He massaged her aching rear causing her to whimper more. His body recorded her every response, letting her torment arouse him further, to the point that he could no longer ignore his throbbing member.

    He laid his final smack against the squirming scarlet buttocks, tossed the strap in the direction of the chair, and began to remove his clothes. Janis, meanwhile, let her scorched body relax and the intense heat flood through her.

    Alain quickly unlocked the cuffs and loosened the ropes. "Up on the bed!"

    She squirmed again, pulling herself off the rail and arranging her body on hands and knees in the center of the mattress.

    "Ass cheeks wide, Ms. Tyler."

    Grabbing her flaming rear, she pulled back, exposing her anus for his view. Although Alain was ravenous with desire, he always took his time and never rushed; every sense was engaged, and for a moment his eyes feasted on the surrendering pose of his submissive.

    "Not wide enough!" he barked.

    Although profoundly humiliated by the demand, she pulled her ass cheeks wider, then waited for him to move in closer, where, with a single finger teasing the molten valley, he set-off a slightly panicked response that caused her ass to quake.

    "Perhaps, I should fuck you dry? Hum?"

    She moaned, "Please, sir, if you would use a little something."

    Smack! "What a sassy little bitch you are!"

    She shivered beneath him, expectant and panting and very much afraid.

    He could feel her fear, and using it in his favor, answered by deliberately prodding the tight doorway dry; again and again he shoved his fingers deep, listening to the anguished moans that followed.

    "What is this? Getting soft?"

    Of course, he wouldn't fuck her dry. As much as he would like to, he did have his limits – and having the woman back again was as important as satisfying that brutal edge of his character. Thus, the lube came dripping from a bottle, dowsing her ass cheeks and running down her cleft. With plenty of fluid to soothe the way, he probed her rear, fucking her as hard with his hand as he would fuck her with his cock.

    When he pulled his organ from his pants, Janis was as ready as she'd ever be. The love/hate relationship with being fucked in the ass found her cringing to start, her toes curled and her fists so tight that her long red nails bit viciously into her palms. She gasped with the first shove, and gasped with every thrust thereafter.

    "Please, Alain, stop!" she screamed. But he didn't stop.

    Relentless at the moment of crisis, he reached beneath her to fondle her throbbing clit, finding his hand bathed in her juices.

    He pulled back and slapped her bottom a dozen times, muttering, "Don't try to fake me out again!"

    Her taut muscles seemed to give way at that same moment.

    "Oh, God, yes!" she cried.

    Grabbing her hot cheeks, he shoved himself as deep as her body would allow and with just a few more quick thrusts spent his seed inside the dark channel.