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  When she didn’t immediately answer, he added, “There is no wrong answer.”

  “I’ll…” She looked around before returning her gaze to his face. “I’ll do it myself, Sir.”

  Earlier she’d opened two buttons, so there were only a few remaining. He folded his arms across his chest and watched.

  She took her time removing the blouse. For a moment she held the silk with a fingertip, then dropped the garment to the floor. Tease. He’d consider punishing that behaviour if he didn’t like the way her movements aroused him and how comfortable she was with her sexuality. It would make the exploration of her all the more rewarding.

  She reached behind her and unzipped the skirt. Since it was so tight, she drew it up over her head instead of down her legs. He very much appreciated the sinuous moves of her body as she bared herself to his gaze. Seconds later, her skirt lay on top of her blouse.

  “Stay still,” he instructed. “I want to look at you.” He leant back against the counter. As promised, her bra was sheer and lacy, leaving little to the imagination. He saw that her nipples were tight little buds—perfect for his clamps. The thong covered her pubic mound, and, for the moment, he didn’t object. He’d expose all her secrets in time.

  The ridiculously high heels turned him on. He knew they were impractical, but he was man enough not to care. She wasn’t a short woman, and the stilettos made her legs look longer. The sharp angle of the shoes exposed her shapely calf muscles. Silky stockings added to the compelling picture. He’d already seen the garters stretched over her derrière, black fabric appearing stark against creamy white skin.

  She was the stuff of fantasies. If he were alone, he’d jack off. He noticed that her shoulders trembled slightly. This was more difficult for her than she’d revealed. He admired her bravery in seeking out what she wanted to experience. “Turn around.”

  She did.

  “Good.” Her hair flowed over her shoulders. And for the first time he noticed—really noticed—the small of a woman’s back. He pictured her back arching as she dug her feet into the floor and lifted her hips for his punishment. “Now face me and remove your thong.”

  Without question, she did so. He took great delight in watching her trying to balance as she took off the scrap of fabric. The gentleman in him demanded he offer assistance. The Dom in him wanted to unashamedly enjoy the show. The Dom won.

  She lifted one foot, then the other as she stepped out of the thong. She left that on the floor, as well. Although he hadn’t issued any instructions about personal grooming, she’d chosen to shave her cunt bare. “Beautiful,” he said. “How long did you struggle with that decision?”

  “I didn’t, Sir. It seemed to be an obvious choice.”

  “Now the bra.”

  She kept her gaze on him while she unfastened the hooks. She pulled down the bra slowly, revealing her skin a little at a time. The bra might not have hidden much, but he was delighted by the sight of her small breasts with pink areolae and pebble-hard nipples. “You please me greatly, girl.”

  She dropped the bra on top of the growing pile of discarded clothing. “I’m glad, Sir.”

  “Turn around. I want to see you from the back.” When she did, he said, “Spread your legs wide. Wider.” He heard her moan a bit. “Now bend over, grab your ankles.”

  She did.

  “There’s nothing prettier,” he said. Her hair tumbled towards the floor. Even from the distance, he could see moisture glisten on her pussy. She was turned on, before he’d even touched her. Maybe it was from the spanking, but he doubted it. That had been a punishment, and they’d shared a small emotional ordeal afterwards. But later, oh, yeah, she’d be aroused from his hand and his whip. “Now, still in position, reach back and spread your ass cheeks.”

  It took her some time, and she lost her balance once, but she managed it. Earlier she’d told him she was an anal virgin, but she wouldn’t be for much longer. He might not have his cock up there tonight, but he certainly intended to explore her.

  He left her in position while he arranged the contents of his bag on the counter. He placed a bottle of lube next to his selection of butt plugs. He shook out his floggers and lined them up by the thickness of the strands. Then he laid out his nipple clamps, from nicest to most fierce.

  The club provided hand towels and a few other accessories in the cupboards below the counter. He took out a small pile of washcloths and placed them next to the sink.

  He was aware of her tiny movements as she fought off fatigue, the twinges of muscle cramps, and, likely, her internal thoughts. With experience, this would be easier. “Some subs practice yoga or do a bit of stretching,” he told her without glancing her way. “There’s nothing more appealing than a woman who can be still for her Dom.” She might resent him comparing her to other submissives, or she might take his statement as a challenge and learn to school her body and her mind.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The mental part of BDSM was the first thing that intrigued him. For a sub, turning oneself over to a Dom had to be a leap of trust. For a Dom, exploiting not just the physical, but the emotional dynamic was a heavy burden. He wanted to push her right to the brink, but not over it.

  A few moments later, she began to fidget again. “I know you’re uncomfortable and you’re feeling ignored, girl, but I like it when you suffer for me.” As he planned her pleasure, he realised her thoughts were in turmoil. She might be wondering how much she could move without incurring his wrath. Just how good did she have to be? And there was probably a fair amount of curiosity about what he was doing at the counter, how much longer she’d have to wait, and what he intended to do next. Trepidation likely factored into the mix. “Are you nervous, sub?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “You’ve a right to be.”

  Nothing could have prepared her for the reality of being with Sir Phillip. In her fantasies, things progressed much faster. She should have known better. He’d sent her links about BDSM that were all about the mindfuck that went on in a scene. For submissives in general, and her in particular, it seemed, harnessing her thoughts would make for a richer experience. But she’d chosen the financial world as a profession, and kickboxing and snowboarding as her physical outlets. Meditation and yoga were for others. Right now she wished her skillset were a little broader.

  It seemed he’d had her in this position forever. Blood pounded in her head. Her legs hurt, and she felt some embarrassment at keeping her buttocks parted so that her anus was exposed. Damn it, though, she was aroused. As much as she hated parts of this, she also liked it.

  “Tell me your safe word.”

  How many times did they have to do this? “Snowboard, Sir.” From her upside-down position, she could see he had faced her. He held a bottle of lube.

  “Ask me to put a finger up your ass.”

  Involuntarily she clenched her buttocks. It took all her self-restraint to stay in position. She’d figured they’d start with something she liked and then maybe work up to this. He wanted to start with pushing a soft limit? Her thoughts spiralled.

  “Breathe, sub.”

  He moved closer to her and stroked her with his free hand. She surrendered to the sensations, relaxing under his expert touch. As he continued, her muscles felt more supple.

  “Ask for it,” he prompted.

  Her pussy got wetter as she responded to his gentleness. This man was a master at understanding her.

  “I have little patience for prevarication,” he snapped. He removed his hand. “Safe word or say it.”

  “Please, Sir, put your finger up my ass.” She was aware of him spreading lube on a finger. He placed the bottle on the floor near her right ankle.

  “Try to relax.”

  Easy for him to say. She felt the insistence of his fingertip against her tightest hole.

  “Bear down. Keep your buttocks spread.”

  He gently fucked her with his finger, penetrating a bit deeper each time. It took him less than a
minute to be seated deep inside her.

  The sensations overwhelmed her. It felt…amazing. She’d been making a fuss over this? It was hot, sexy. Without thinking, she moved her hips a bit.

  “Ask me to stretch you and put another finger inside.”

  That sounded like too much, but she went with it, trusting him. “Please, Sir. I want you to stretch me out. I want…”

  “You like it, sub?”

  “Very much, Sir.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  With his words of approval, spoken in that husky baritone, all thoughts of discomfort vanished.

  She froze at the intrusion of the second finger. Being stretched a little wider felt significantly different. It hurt more. She gritted her teeth.

  “Breathe. Bear down. Cease your fight.”

  He slapped the outside of her left thigh. The blunt pain stole her attention, and he used the opportunity to push both fingers all the way in and to spread them apart to stretch her opening. “Wow.”

  “Sub?”

  “Wow, Sir. It feels…” The pleasure was much greater than it had been earlier. Once she got past the struggle, the reward was worth it. “God.”

  He chuckled and slowly removed his fingers.

  “Damn. I wanted—”

  “I’ll make sure you’re satisfied, girl,” he promised. Then, in his sterner voice, he said, “I expect your constant gratitude, not your curses because you didn’t get your own way.”

  “Sorry, Sir,” she said, instantly and contritely.

  “You won’t be punished for that. This time.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re a quick study.”

  Since he hadn’t given any further directions, she remained in the uncomfortable, upside-down position while he crossed to the counter.

  All too soon, he returned, carrying a butt plug. She was tempted to stand, but she remained in place.

  He crouched and held the plug where she could see it. The black plug was made from some sort of flexible compound. Truthfully it wasn’t any bigger than the fingers he’d already stretched her with. It just looked imposing.

  “You know the routine.”

  She hesitated, but only for a minute. Everything so far had been better than she had expected. “Please,” she said, hoping he heard her trust and not her fear, “Put that plug in my ass, Sir.” She pulled her cheeks a bit farther apart.

  He took his time lubing the plug. Her rear was already slick from his earlier penetration. “Relax,” he coached.

  Rather than immediately inserting the plug, he slipped his finger inside. And then he pressed his thumb against her clit. She cried out. Her whole body ached for an orgasm. She shamelessly moved backwards silently asking for more.

  He spanked her cunt once, hard. She gasped from the pain, the shock, the unbelievable sensation of being on the edge of coming. His smack was all she’d hoped for.

  When he landed a second blow, she was no longer able to stay in position. She released her grip on her buttocks. “Sir!”

  “Sub?” He continued to lightly touch her clit, but then he pulled his hand completely away before she could orgasm.

  “I’d like to come, Sir.”

  “I’m sure you would.”

  She waited in breathless anticipation.

  “No.”

  “Please?” Oh God. In some of her reading, the subs begged their Dom for an orgasm. She’d rolled her eyes at the idea of anyone making her plead. “Please, Sir!” Here she was, no pride, behaving the same way. It was now moving past a desire. She needed to climax to release the tension crawling up her spine.

  “Back into position, sub.”

  She fought for breath and to keep her thoughts straight. Playing with him seemed to short-circuit her brainwaves, making it impossible to focus.

  He pushed on her shoulders gently. His touch seemed to ground her. After drawing a deep breath, she reached back and again spread her butt cheeks for him.

  “You’ll be rewarded,” he promised.

  “Soon, Sir?”

  “Greedy sub.”

  “Yes, Sir, I am.” And it was entirely his fault, though she didn’t dare say that. Her whole body felt alive with anticipation. Every nerve was on edge. Her buttocks stung from his earlier spanking, and now her pussy throbbed. How much more could she endure?

  He fucked her ass with the plug, sliding it in a bit, then pulling it back out, stretching her, letting her become accustomed to the girth.

  “This time, it’s going all the way in.”

  She tensed her muscles. He pinched her thigh, obviously intending it as a distraction. As she moved, he pushed the plug home. She grunted.

  “That wasn’t a very ladylike sound.”

  “That wasn’t a very gentlemanly action,” she countered, then quickly added, “Sir.” The outer ring of her anus settled in, and the plug no longer bothered her. In fact, the intrusion added to her near-delirium.

  “The black plug against your skin looks lovely,” he said. “And I like knowing you’re uncomfortably full for me. It will make fucking you even hotter. Now stand.”

  He offered his assistance, and she needed it. Her insides felt a bit cramped, her muscles were definitely fatigued, and she was a little dizzy from being bent over for so long.

  “I want you on the spanking bench,” he said. “On your back so I can clamp and whip your gorgeous tits.”

  Chapter Five

  Since her legs would barely support her, and her mind had fractured into dozens of pieces, she had to rely on him to help her.

  He effortlessly lifted her into his arms. For a moment, she was lulled by the comfort, and she turned her head against his chest, feeling the softness of his very expensive shirt against her cheek. For a moment she was reminded by their differences.

  A billionaire? He was so far out of reach, and she knew all they had was the moment. For right now, it was enough. She wasn’t sure anything would ever top this experience. Her back country snowboarding had taught her to seize each moment. The weather conditions were not always perfect, the snow wasn’t always just right, but you went for it. And when it occasionally all came together in an exhilarating run, she savoured it.

  “You doing okay?”

  She looked up at him. “Yes, Sir. Thank you for tonight.”

  Her one-night Dom smiled, and she felt cared for and special. Yes, the moment was enough.

  He laid her on top of the bench and said, “Let your arms hang comfortably.”

  That was impossible, and more so when he secured her in place. He checked her shoulders, making sure her movements weren’t totally constricted.

  “Good,” he said. He nodded. “Now spread your legs.” He moved a couple of the footholds so that her feet rested on a small ledge.

  She was perched at the edge of the bench, leaving her sex completely exposed. She was aware of the plug. Its presence was maddening, keeping her aware of her submission and her arousal.

  He repositioned her slightly. “Better?” he asked.

  “Yes, thank you, Sir.” Until he adjusted the footholds, she hadn’t been aware that she’d had pressure on the small of her back. She’d never been with a man who paid this much attention to the small details. If she wasn’t careful, she might begin to fall for the billionaire.

  He went back to the counter and returned with two sturdy, thick lengths of leather. Each had a buckle and a D-ring on the end. Was there no end to the things he had in the bag? “Sir?”

  “These are for your thighs.” He fastened them in place and ran a finger beneath each strand. “No pinched skin?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “If I tied just your ankles, you’d be able to move around a bit.” He tugged her legs a little farther apart and fastened her securely to the bench. “This way there’s no hiding from me, no matter what I do to you.”

  He stood, hands on his hips, looking at her. She met his gaze. The contrast in his features was startling. His jaw was set, but his eyes held a te
nderness that surprised her. “What are you going to do, Sir?”

  “Whip that beautiful pussy,” he said.

  Instinctively she struggled against the restraints.

  “You look lovely when you’re frightened,” he said, capturing her chin. He traced her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “Your efforts are futile, but the way you’re moving turns me on.”

  “I…”

  “You’ll be begging for it,” he said.

  She shook her head, but part of her believed him. He brushed his fingertips across her brows, down her nose. Then he traced his knuckles down the column of her throat.

  “A lovely woman, tied for my pleasure… I want you, Myka.”

  His voice had turned gruff. She liked the way he spoke to her. His words were sexy and honest, and they aroused her.

  Under his continued soothing touch, she began to relax. He tweaked her nipples and kneaded her breasts. He pinched her ribs and buttocks and gently squeezed her throat. He kept his hands in motion, creating exquisite bursts of pain and pleasure all over her body. He stroked her pussy and simultaneously tapped on the plug. She groaned and arched towards him as much as she was able, trying to communicate her need for more.

  Master Phillip put his palms on either side of her head and then captured her mouth in a demanding, searing kiss. She met his tongue aggressively, and he rewarded her by digging one hand into her hair and pulling hard.

  She was lost. She’d never dreamed anything like this existed.

  He moved his other hand down her ribs, over her belly, and unerringly found her clit. She came instantly, grinding her pubis against his palm and sucking on his tongue.

  He held her while she rode out the orgasm. He ended the kiss slowly, but he smoothed her hair back from her face while she fought for breath.

  “I love how real your reactions are,” he said. “Playing with such a responsive sub is an honour.”