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  “Arms at your sides. I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself.”

  “Sorry, Master.” She dropped her arms and lowered her eyes, hoping that she appeared the perfect submissive. Liquid fire flooded her pussy. She watched Jeff’s bare feet come toward her and she sucked in a ragged breath when the handle of the flogger brushed against her pubic hair.

  “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” Miranda forgot to breathe when he slid the handle between her thighs. He pressed it gently against her clit before moving it with agonizing slowness over and around her pussy lips. When he angled the tip to tease against her puckered rear entrance, she moaned softly. The very thought of her first anal experience being with Jeff had her instantly teetering on the edge of orgasm.

  “Have you ever had a cock buried in your ass, Miranda?”

  “No, Master.”

  “You will today.” He continued to stroke and tease her sex.

  As she struggled to keep her balance on trembling legs, Miranda wondered how much trouble she’d be in if she crumbled to the floor in a heap. How long was he going to torture her? Why couldn’t they fall into bed, taste every inch of each other and then fuck like randy teenagers?

  Because that’s not how this game is played, a little voice echoed in her head.

  “Your pussy, your mouth, your virgin asshole; my cock is going to fill you up where I want as many times as I want.”

  “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

  “Very good, Miranda,” he complimented at the same time as the flogger was removed from her crotch. “Look at me.” She lifted her chin. Jeff placed the toy against his lips and ran his tongue against the damp, glistening handle. “So sweet,” he murmured, closing his eyes. “You’re so sweet and warm and wet for me. Are you desperate to have my tongue and my cock inside your body?”

  “Oh yes, Master, please. I can’t take this any longer, I need you now,” she begged, reaching out to him.

  “I’ll decide what you can take.” Jeff took her by the elbow and walked her over to the armchair. “Kneel on the seat with your ass raised in my direction, and hang your arms over the back.” Miranda looked from his face to the flogger and back again but didn’t move. “Either I hear the word ‘broccoli’ come out of that sexy mouth or you do as you’re told immediately. Those are your only two choices.”

  That was it in a nutshell. The time had come to either play by the rules, or forfeit the chance to explore her darkest fantasies. Miranda climbed into the chair.

  “Spread your legs, lean them against the arms of the chair.” Jeff put his hands on the inside of her thighs and pressed outward. “Jesus, darlin, your thighs are coated with your juices.” He leaned against her back and held his hand to her face. “Taste yourself.”

  She laid her tongue against his palm and swirled it around a few times before eagerly taking two of his thick fingers into her mouth. She sucked greedily, rhythmically, mimicking what she wanted to do to his cock. Jeff rubbed his erection between the cheeks of her ass. He groaned loudly when she closed her teeth around his fingers.

  “That was so much more than a taste.” Jeff yanked his fingers out of her mouth and pulled off of her body, leaving her empty and panting. She muttered a curse and wiggled her hips in a wanton display of sexual frustration. “You’re obviously hell-bent on challenging my authority, knowing there are consequences to this kind of behavior.” His still-damp hand landed hard on her ass. “I think you’re eager to have your bottom warmed. Am I right?”

  “Yes, damn it.” She tried to turn her head, but he clamped his hand tightly around the back of her neck, restraining her. When the ends of the flogger brushed down her spine, Miranda struggled under the conflicting sensations. Her movements caused her breasts to rub against the soft fabric of the chair, adding more fuel to her internal fire.

  “That’s ‘yes, damn it, Master’,” he reminded her with what sounded to Miranda like a barely veiled chuckle. He ran the soft leather over the curves of her ass and down her legs. He released her neck and pressed firmly between her shoulder blades, pinning her upper body. Miranda’s hips bucked wildly.

  “Now things are going to get very interesting, Randi.”

  The first stinging blow of the flogger had Miranda clutching at the chair and crying out in earnest. It hurt like a bitch while shooting exquisite arousal through every nerve in her body. She squeezed her eyes closed and waited for him to continue… and waited. And waited.

  “Master?” she finally asked with a quivering voice. Whack, the next blow landed on her other cheek.

  “And what do you say for getting what you want, Miranda?”

  “Thank you, Master.” Two swift, alternating swats were her reward. Okay, she’d read a book with a scene quite similar to what was happening now and had masturbated frantically for hours while re-reading it. This was very interesting, indeed. “I’m sorry I disobeyed you, Master. May I please have more?” She infused her voice with every ounce of innocence possible.

  “Fuck, yes,” Jeff growled behind her. “You were very bad to come without my permission earlier.”

  “I need you to teach me how to behave, Master.” Once, twice, three times, the leather fronds heated her flesh. Tears stung her eyelids. “Thank you, Master.”

  “You questioned the sincerity of my desire for you.” He caressed her backside.

  “I questioned my worthiness, Master, not your desire. I apologize.” The swats resumed on her ass and increased in intensity when they moved to sting along her thighs and calves. At the first, lighter flick against the soles of her feet, Miranda almost flew over the back of the chair. That area of her person was freakishly ticklish and apparently, incredibly erogenous.

  “Master!” she cried out as her entire body began to tremble with anticipation. “Please let me come.”

  “No, Miranda.” A soft thud let her know he had dropped the flogger on the floor. Jeff helped her off the chair and thankfully kept his strong hands on her hips, steadying her. “Kiss me.”

  Miranda threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with the desperate urgency of a woman left dangling on the edge of release. Knowing that the slightest touch to her swollen clit would take care of her frustration, she tried to rub her pelvis against him but Jeff held her hips back and broke the kiss.

  “On your knees, Randi. I need those lips on my cock.”

  She was on the floor and had the buttons of his jeans popped in record time. Hooking her fingers in two belt loops, one swift yank was all it took to move the worn denim down his legs. Reality was living up to her fantasies when his magnificent penis sprung free. He wasn’t wearing underwear; his cock jutted out proudly, long and thick. The swollen head was shiny with pre-cum. Her first instinct was to dive on and torment the shit out of him, but she was reasonably sure there was a rule against that. She nibbled her lower lip and gazed up at him.

  “See how easily you take on the role of a sub, Miranda? You’re a natural, just as I’ve always imagined you’d be. I’m the luckiest man on the planet.” He stroked her hair.

  “Thank you, Master.” Her heart fluttered at the compliment.

  “Suck my cock, Miranda, slow and easy.” He guided her head forward.

  Miranda cupped his heavy balls carefully and wrapped her fingers as best she could around his width. She ran her hand slowly up and down, marveling at the contrast between soft skin and steely hardness as she tasted the smooth, damp crown. Moaning with appreciation when his spicy flavor assailed her senses, she relaxed her jaw and lowered her lips around the mushroom head.

  “Oh God, yes.” His penis throbbed in her mouth. She took more of him, pressing her tongue down the underside, sucking greedily. “That’s it take me deep, Miranda, all the way.” He punctuated the groaned out directions with a thrust of his hips. When he touched the back of her throat, she fought the urge to gag by swallowing rapidly. Jeff held her head in both hands and drew her slowly upwards. She let her teeth scrape lightly on the journey b
ack up his length.

  “Jesus Christ, that feels amazing. Hold onto my legs. I’m gonna fuck that wicked mouth of yours.”

  Miranda wrapped her arms around his muscular thighs and gave herself into Jeff’s care. He was a Master at playing her body like a fine instrument. Her nipples beaded and her juices ran down her legs as he moved her head in time with his pumping hips. She marveled at his ability to not give her more than she could handle, to know when she needed a breath or was ready for him to fill her completely. His cock swelled shockingly bigger in her mouth a second before he pulled out with a growl.

  “Enough.”

  Miranda licked her sore lips and pouted at him when he jerked her up off the floor. He stared down at her with hooded eyes and a sinister grin as he picked her up and cradled her against his chest as if she were light as a feather.

  In a few long strides, they were at the bed. Jeff laid her down on the mattress. Miranda couldn’t hide her smile as she watched him fumble in the bedside table drawer and pull out a condom that he then had a great deal of trouble opening.

  “May I help you, Master?” she asked with as much seriousness as she could muster.

  “It’s a punishable offense to laugh at your Master.” He rolled the latex over his erection and climbed onto the bed to kneel between Miranda’s outstretched legs.

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” she whispered, holding her arms out to him in invitation. Jeff took his sheathed cock in hand and rested it against her heated opening. Miranda’s pulse pounded in her ears when he gripped firmly at the juncture of her hips.

  “You’re my wildest wet dream come to life, Miranda. Your lips are red and swollen from my cock. Your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are black with lust.” Miranda let her knees fall open even further when Jeff’s piercing gaze traveled down her body.

  “You have perfect breasts.” He leaned down and captured a hardened nipple with his teeth. The movement caused the head of his penis to almost enter her. Miranda thrashed her head on the pillow.

  “No more teasing. Please, Master; fuck me!” She fought against his hold on her hips, struggling frantically to impale herself.

  “I’ve waited ten long years to have you squirming in my bed, begging me to fuck you.” Despite the fact that her pussy was as slick and wet as it had ever been, Miranda cried out when Jeff surged into her with one powerful thrust. The exquisite pleasure of finally having him inside mixed with the near painful stretching of her inner muscles was beyond anything she had experienced before. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he was fully seated, holding himself above her on powerful arms, his balls nestled against her ass. He didn’t immediately start moving, so she raked her fingernails across his shoulders and pressed her heels down in encouragement.

  “God, so fucking tight,” he mumbled raggedly. “It’s like being held in a fucking vice.” His forehead dropped to rest on hers. “Give me a minute. I’m barely holding on here, Randi. I don’t want to hurt you.” She heard his honesty and his concern for her. It thrilled her to no end that she could drive this powerful man to the edge of his precious control.

  “You won’t hurt me, Master. I trust you to know what I can take and what I need.”

  Jeff reared back on his arms, emitting a guttural sound that was just shy of a roar. Miranda grabbed onto his arms as he proceeded to piston into her body. This was more than making love. She felt claimed, possessed, conquered on an elemental level. He would take care of her, protect her and see to her every need. Sparks of light danced behind her tightly closed eyelids.

  “Now, Miranda. You will come now.” He moved harder, faster; unbelievably deeper. She exploded so violently that she shook with the force of it from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Jeff’s cock throbbed spasmodically deep in her milking channel. The shout of his own release was music to her ears.

  They rested together in a tangle of arms and legs, stroking each other absently as their breathing settled down to normal. Much too soon for her liking, Jeff slid slowly from her body. She let out a little whimper of protest.

  “I’ll be right back, Randi.” He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “This bed, with you in it, is the only place I want to be.”

  Miranda admired his broad back, tight ass and long, muscular legs as he went into the bathroom. He was a fine specimen to be sure, but there were far deeper things swirling through her mind. She was utterly satisfied for the first time in her life—both physically and emotionally.

  Gathering one of the plush pillows under her chin, Randi snuggled into the covers. A twinge of sensitivity along her backside, glaring evidence of the spanking that she’d begged for enflamed her senses. She’d just experienced one of her favorite fantasies with a man she hadn’t seen in ten years and it felt right. There was no embarrassment, no regrets; only wild images of what they might do next. Miranda rolled onto her side, covering her face with the pillow to muffle her laugh of delight.

  Chapter Four

  Jeff moved silently across the plush carpeting to stand at the side of his bed. Miranda was turned away from him, bunched up and obviously laughing into the pillow covering her face. Her perfectly curved ass was still pink from their play, and at this particular angle, he was able to catch a glimpse of her swollen pussy lips. His cock twitched in appreciation.

  “Aren’t you just as pretty as a picture,” he drawled, running a finger from the back of her knee up to the curve of her butt cheek. She squealed and flopped over so quickly the mattress shook and the pillow went flying. Her creamy thighs fell open wide as she landed flat on her back and stared up at him.

  “Perfect positioning, darlin.” Jeff spread her leg out farther while brushing the warm washcloth he’d brought with him over her vagina. He took his time, cleaning her slowly, gently, loving the little quivers of her body when he touched the right spots. “What do we have here,” he asked quietly, laying his thumb against her hardening clit. “Beautiful, Randi, you’re so beautiful and responsive.”

  “Just what do you think you’re doing down there, mister?”

  “Getting you ready for our next session.” Jeff circled the tight bud, meeting her playful gaze when she lifted her head to watch. He opened the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out a condom and a tube of lube before getting back onto the bed. “Remember the rules, Miranda,” he warned quietly as he lowered his head.

  He nuzzled her soft curls, breathing in her intoxicating scent. He pressed and held her displayed for his perusal, deliberately torturing them both with exquisite anticipation. He’d dreamed of making love to Randi so many times over the years, and he was going to savor every moment of the experience, make it perfect for them both.

  At the first sweep of his tongue along her outer lips, Jeff tightened his grip and pressed her jerking hips down into the mattress. His pulse pounded as she ground herself up into his mouth. She was magnificent in her abandon.

  “Oh my God, yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, clutching roughly in his hair.

  He licked and nibbled her pussy lips, alternating between short quick strokes and long, slow caresses. He swirled his tongue around her hot channel, coaxing forth more of her honey before delving deep to taste her in earnest. Jeff made sure to stay away from her clit, reading the signs from her body, knowing if he touched the sensitive nub, she’d explode. As much as he wanted her to come in his mouth, he decided she’d taken enough punishment for one day.

  Letting go of one of her trembling thighs, Jeff gathered her juices onto a finger and teased her puckered rear entrance. When Miranda shifted her ass, allowing him better access, he carefully pushed past the resisting muscles. Her inner walls immediately started milking both his tongue and finger and he fought to keep from coming on the sheets. The idea of having Randi in his bed for more than just a few days, of building a life, a future with her slammed into him like a ton of bricks. They could make this house a real home, maybe fill it with a couple of kids and definitely a lot of loving.

  “Let me make love
to you in a way you’ve never experienced before, Randi,” he whispered, rising up. God she was beautiful with her wavy hair spread out on his pillow, her eyes drowsy with passion. “Trust me to take care of you.”

  “Yes, Master, thank you.” When she started to turn, Jeff cupped the side of her face.

  “Just Jeff, I don’t want us to be playing games right now.”

  Jeff kissed her with such tenderness, Miranda was afraid she might burst into tears. She had come back hoping to be with him for a little while, play out a few fantasies, have some no-strings-attached fun but her heart already ached with wanting more. Oh hell, she’d figure that out later.

  “No games,” she agreed breathlessly. She couldn’t focus on anything but the need to have him inside of her, loving her. She trailed her nails down his chest and squirmed. “Please…” His slow, sexy grin was her reward.

  “Roll over, Randi.” He punctuated the sensual command with a nudge on her hip. Miranda turned over and allowed Jeff to quickly arrange her the way he wanted her. She watched him grab the lube and condom before laying her forehead down on her crossed arms. Her anticipation grew as she listened to the foil packet tear but at the tiny popping sound that could only be the tube being opened, she couldn’t stop the shiver that skittered along her skin.

  “Relax, Miranda.” The mattress dipped as he positioned himself between her legs. “We’re going to do this nice and slow.” He drizzled some of the lube at the top of her ass and the feeling of cool liquid sliding down her crack was heavenly. He caressed and kneaded her cheeks lightly before moving one hand to her needy pussy. “You’re so damn wet and hot. Close your eyes, just feel me inside you.” He dipped two fingers into her pussy while flicking against her clit with his thumb. She rocked against his hand. “That’s it, move with me.”