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  He shook his head and took a swallow of his drink. “I’m not that extreme. And we don’t live the life twenty-four seven. But we came to our relationship ready for total mental commitment. The connection is there, so strong it’s almost visible.”

  “You know each other’s weak spots.” Her voice trembled slightly.

  “But not to exploit them.” She seemed to need that assurance from him. “To protect them. That’s what a good Dom does for his sub. And the sub, in return, gives him what he needs to overcome them.” He covered Cat’s delicate hand with his, let his thumb trace the pulse at her wrist. “Are you worried about that with your Master?”

  “No.” She smiled. “He’s a wonderful Master. But it’s nice to have what I feel reinforced. And you are so much like him. I could tell right away.”

  He squeezed her hand lightly. “I take that as a compliment. And you…remind me so much of my sub. She truly fulfils all my needs. But for once I’d like to put the control in her hands. Feel what she feels. And you?”

  She leant forward over the table. “For that one time, I want to be the one holding the reins. Giving the directions. Seeing and feeling everything from his side.”

  Keith studied her carefully, looking for any sign she was hesitant about this, but all he saw was an air of excitement and anticipation.

  “Then it’s all in your hands, Cat. Everything.”

  She seemed to sit up straighter, a new strength flowing from her.

  “Unzip your fly,” she ordered. “Take out your cock.”

  The muscles in his face tightened, but he lowered one hand beneath the tablecloth. He watched her smile of satisfaction at the faint rasp of his zipper, the rustle of fabric.

  “It’s out.” His voice was hoarse. “What next?”

  She wagged a finger at him. “Subs do not question their Mistresses.”

  “Sorry.” He dropped his eyes to the table as a proper sub would.

  “I’ll let it go this time. Touch the head. Is there pre-cum on the slit?” There was a catch of excitement in her voice.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Good. Swipe it with the edge of your finger, then lick it off with just the tip of your tongue.”

  Keith felt a slight bit of discomfort as he struggled to obey. He wasn’t used to being the one to follow orders, and there was the normal resistance of a Dom. But he’d agreed to this—wanted it—so he did as she’d asked. He licked the tip of his finger, the slightly salty, musky flavour of his own arousal coating his tongue. Heat shot through him and his cock flexed.

  “Did you like the taste?” Her voice was low and sultry.

  “Yes, Mistress. Would you like me to share it with you?”

  She shook her head, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Have you forgotten the rule about questions so quickly?” She glanced at the shopping bag next to her. “Perhaps I will take the opportunity to break my new switch in on your body.”

  This might be harder than he thought. Not the actual performance, but remembering all the rules. It seemed so simple when he was the one topping. He swallowed a laugh as he remembered training his sub in all the rudiments of the relationship. Now he realised so many things. Any reactions that were automatic needed to be schooled. ‘Speak only when permitted to’ now had a whole new meaning for him.

  From somewhere, he dredged up the words. “As my Mistress wishes.”

  “Very good. Now. I want you to stroke your cock six times. Slowly. Then put it back in your pants. We’re going to get the check here, then go to the front desk and pay for a room. When we walk, you should hold your shopping bag in front of you to hide what I hope is now a solid erection.”

  He could tell she was really getting into this. He rubbed his fingers lightly up and down his painfully hard cock, gritting his teeth to keep from coming. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he signalled to the waiter for the check. As he paid the tab and went through the procedure of getting their room he wondered exactly what she had in mind for him. His body vibrated in anticipation.

  Chapter Two

  Shea was beyond excited. When she’d spotted him in the adult merchandise store she’d had to restrain herself from leaping on him. Checking over all the new toys had already made her aroused, but when she’d laid eyes on him, she’d nearly climaxed right there.

  Gorgeous. That was the word for him. Oh, and sexy. Definitely sexy. Tall and well built, his sun-streaked brown hair worn just a little long, the way she liked it. Eyes the indigo colour of his shirt, with lashes any female would die for. Strong fingers that she was sure could pleasure a woman’s body.

  And now he was going to help her play out her fantasy. How fortunate that he had the same one. Shea was a true believer in Fate. And here was a prime example.

  She could hardly contain herself as they rode up in the elevator, but she knew control was essential here. She’d thought about little except this over the past week. The longing to top instead of being the bottom had been growing in her for a long time. Not that she was disenchanted with her relationship. Far from it. But, just for once, she wanted to call the shots. Be on the other end of the power exchange. Now she was going to do it, and she had to make sure she did it right.

  Her body quivered with controlled lust. If she’d been wearing panties, they would have been soaked. The fabric of the silk coat abraded her taut, beaded nipples. Weeks ago, she’d had them pierced. Thin gold loops dangled from them, each with a tiny golden bead. The first thing she’d done this past week was to have her clit pierced and a matching loop and bead threaded through it. It had hurt like a son of a bitch, but she’d known her Master would be turned on by it.

  She and A.D. were alone in the elevator so Shea took advantage of the privacy to widen the lapels on her coat and let him see her breasts. A.D.’s eyes opened wide and desire flashed in them. He started to reach for her, but caught himself in time and pulled his hands back. The muscle twitching in his cheek showed just how much self-control he was exerting. Shea smiled to herself, relishing the sudden power. Her entire body was aroused, so many scenes playing through her mind she didn’t know where to start first.

  As soon as they were in the room she locked the door, took his shopping bag from him and placed it with hers on the round table. A shiver skated over her skin as she thought of the things to come. Her thighs, slick with her arousal, slid against each other, and her clit already begged for attention. She wasn’t sure if it was the man himself who’d elicited that response or the idea of topping—being in control.

  She seated herself in one of the two wing chairs, crossing her legs so the short skirt of her silk coat fell away. A.D. stood at attention, eyes cast downward as befit a submissive.

  “We are agreed?” she asked, needing to be sure. “You will be the submissive, with all that entails?”

  “Yes, Mistress. I am yours to do with as you wish.”

  “And your safe word?”

  His lips twitched as he fought back a smile. No smiling without permission. This was serious business.

  “All right, then. Take off your clothes,” she ordered. “Slowly, one item at a time, so I can appreciate every inch of your body.”

  The muscles in his throat flexed as he swallowed, but he began removing his clothes, piece by piece. He folded his jacket neatly and placed it on the other chair. Next came his tie, which he also folded precisely. When he got to his shirt Shea shifted in her seat, rubbing herself back and forth on the rough fabric. The tremors in her cunt worked their way up through the rest of her body and she had to clamp down tightly on her control. She wanted to savour this. To make it last.

  The buttons on his shirt popped one at a time as he yanked the fabric open and shrugged out of the soft-looking material. She licked her lips at the sight of his bared upper body. Wide shoulders, powerful arms, hard-muscled chest covered with a mat of dark curls. Flat abdomen. A line of dark hair arrowed into his belt and disappeared beneath his slacks. Her mouth watered at the thought of what lay behind the clot
h of his pants.

  He reached for the buckle on his belt but she held up her hand.

  “Stop.” She crooked a finger at him. “Come closer.”

  There was no hesitation in his step as he moved to where she was seated. He kept his eyes lowered, although she could see it was an effort for him. He looked as if he wanted to devour her with them, sweep them over every inch of her. But he followed the rules he’d agreed to.

  Shea rose from the chair, slid her hands over his chest to his nipples and tweaked them. Hard. He sucked in his breath, the muscles of his stomach tensing. She did it again, then brushed each one with the tip of her tongue. Looking downward, she saw that his dick was making a nice tent in his slacks.

  Good!

  Sitting down again, she nodded for him to proceed.

  He toed off his shoes, rolled off his socks and unbuckled the thin leather belt. When he pulled it through the loops, it made a snapping sound as it came loose. Shea decided she’d like to see how it sounded against his skin. At the thought, her cunt pulsated. She was sure that when she rose, there would be a big wet spot on both her coat and the seat of the chair.

  A.D. eased his slacks down over his hips then stepped out of him. His cock and balls bulged against the silky boxers he wore and Shea couldn’t help but lick her lips. When he finally stepped out of the shorts she sucked in her breath. Every inch of his body was sculpted muscle. Although he had broad shoulders, his body wasn’t massive. Rather it was lean, like a runner’s body. She had to stop herself from smoothing her hands all over it.

  But of course, what caught her attention the most was his impressive cock and the heavy sac of his balls beneath it. He was fully aroused, magnificently so, the head of his shaft a deep, ruby red. Another drop of pre-cum had oozed from the slit. Shea bent forward slightly and licked it off. She heard another intake of his breath at the touch of her tongue, and she leant back in the chair.

  “I want you to masturbate for me. Right now. Standing in place. You may not sit down. When you finish, let your cum seep over your hand, then lick it off.”

  Again she saw the slightest hint of resistance, but he braced his feet and wrapped his fingers around his cock, drawing them from root to tip. Up and down. Up and down. Slowly at first, then more rapidly, his cock visibly swelling even more, that flange around the head swelling. She could tell his orgasm was building by the tautening of his muscles. As he approached the peak, Shea rose and twisted his nipples again.

  With a guttural sound A.D. came, spurting over his hand, the viscous liquid spreading between his fingers. He had trouble maintaining his balance, but he managed to do so until the last shudder subsided. He was breathing heavily, his hand still clutching his now-depleted cock. Then, as she’d directed, he raised his hand and carefully cleaned every inch of it with his tongue. When he was finished, he clasped his hands in front of him and stood with his head bowed.

  “Very good.”

  It was a struggle to keep the excitement out of her voice. The surge of power was incredible. No wonder her Master enjoyed it so much. But it wasn’t just the power itself. It was the fact that A.D. had given it to her willingly. That he was hers to command. And that it gave both of them pleasure, satisfying a need in each of them.

  “Thank you, Mistress.”

  She ignored the slight hint of insolence in his voice. She was sure that, if she looked in his eyes, she’d see hidden laughter. He was enjoying this as much as she was, even though he couldn’t completely submerge his instincts as a Dom. That was okay. It made the game even better.

  “I want you to shower. Clean yourself thoroughly, then present yourself for my inspection. And do it quickly.”

  He bowed and moved towards the bathroom.

  When he was out of the room, Shea took both shopping bags and opened them. Hers first. Very carefully she laid out a cock ring, a large phallus to insert in the ass, male nipple clamps, two sets of handcuffs, two kinds of lube and a flogger. She opened his with a great deal of interest. A leather flogger. Two lengths of fine silk rope. A ball gag. A dildo that was so lifelike she had to touch it to make sure it wasn’t real. And a cane, thin and made from bamboo.

  Shea’s heart tripped. Her Master had used a cane on her many times, working up to it, from the flogger to the switch and finally the cane. That stung the most of all, but she was such a pain junkie, she usually begged for it. Her shrieks would fill the room and her hips would jerk from side to side, but it always brought her to an orgasm so intense it nearly wrecked her. Would A.D. have the same reaction to it? She couldn’t wait to find out.

  By the time she was finished, he was out of the bathroom. His sun-streaked brown hair was still damp, but neatly combed. And he was gloriously nude, his body glowing from a rubdown with a towel. His eyes slid to the table where all the toys were displayed although, like a good sub, he made no mention of anything. But she did see him doing his best to swallow a smile.

  Shea rose from her chair and motioned to him.

  “In front of me. On your knees. Submissive position.”

  He nodded and knelt at her feet, hands clasped behind him, forehead touching the floor. After gathering what she needed from the table, Shea knelt behind him and ran her hands over the curve of his ass. Hard muscle, just like the rest of his body. Reaching between his thighs, she cupped his balls, testing their weight and rubbing her thumb over the soft, wrinkled skin. When she pinched lightly, he let out a soft groan. A jolt of sexual energy sliced through her. She hoped her Master got the same reaction when she screamed and cried out.

  She unfastened her coat and tossed it to the side, spreading her legs so the scent of her arousal would be sharp in his nostrils. Taking one set of handcuffs, she locked them around his wrists at the small of his back. Now he was completely at her mercy. She licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come and reached for one of the tubes of gel she’d purchased, warming it in her hands. Carefully, she used her fingers to spread the cheeks of his ass and expose the puckered asshole, the muscle surrounding it tightening. She nearly fainted when another surge of arousal hit her and she had to take a moment to steady herself.

  Pressing the nozzle at his entrance, she compressed the tube so the warm gel spurted into him. The muscles of his ass clenched, but he made no sound. Shea took care to use the lube generously, then tossed the container aside and slid first one, then two fingers inside that hot, dark tunnel. Did her Master get the same thrilling sense of possession when he did this to her? But she realised something else at the same time. In that relationship she had given him the power to control her, to do with her as she pleased, because she craved it. God. The thought tipped her right to the edge of orgasm. She squeezed her thighs together and concentrated hard on controlling the tremors in her pussy.

  Working her fingers in and out slowly, she made sure his tissue was thoroughly prepared, then eased the digits out and placed a soft kiss upon each cheek.

  “I want you to take a deep, deep breath,” she told him. “Just like you’d tell your sub before you penetrated her here. Go on. It will make it easier.”

  She reached for the phallus and pressed its tip against his rectum. It was large, but she knew he could take it. And he was well prepared for it to slide in easily. When he’d drawn in a huge lungful of air she pressed slowly forward, inching the toy deeper and deeper into him. He groaned at intervals and clenched around it, but each time she eased back a bit and coached him. At last it was in all the way, the flange pressing against his butt cheeks to keep it in place.

  “Feel good, A.D.?” she asked.

  He nodded. “Yes. Yes, it does.”

  She could hear both tension and arousal in his voice.

  She sat back down in the seat, but this time she draped a thigh over each arm of the chair, leaving her spread wide open—her pussy, with its clit ring, fully exposed.

  “You may turn around,” she told him, “but remain on your knees. Crawl towards me.”

  He levered himself upward, awkward
because of his wrists locked behind his back, and inched forward on his knees until he was right at the chair. He was so close that she could feel his warm breath on her skin.

  “Do you like my clit ring?” she asked.

  “My Mistress’ clit ring is beautiful, but not as beautiful as her pussy.”

  She could tell he wanted to say more, but remembering the rules he bit back his words.

  “Good. I would like you to lick my clit, especially around the ring. But only that area, until I come.”

  Obediently he bent to his task, but no sooner had he lashed at her with his tongue than she pressed the tiny remote she’d palmed, and the phallus in his ass began to vibrate on a very low setting. He jerked, catching the ring in his teeth as his head moved, and a soft groan rumbled from his throat.

  “Pay attention,” she ordered. “Your only task is to pleasure me. If you lose focus I’ll step up the speed of the vibrator. Nod if you understand.”

  He nodded and bent to his task again.

  His tongue was firm and just slightly rough on the surface, the tip of it curling around her clit with a skill born of long practice. Shea tried to hold off her climax as long as she could, enjoying the stimulation that sent impulses racing through her and sparked every nerve to life. She forced herself to remain still, not hitch her hips forward or make any other movement. The restraint only increased the intensity of what he was doing.

  The orgasm boiled up inside her, shaking her, every muscle trembling as her cunt clenched, again and again and again. She could smell her own arousal, her musk, as more juice spilled from her. She had to clench her fists to exert some discipline over her twitching body. At last the tremors eased, and she exhaled slowly.

  “Clean me up with your mouth, sub,” she directed, dropping the tiny remote and widening her thighs even more. “Don’t miss a drop.”

  “With pleasure, Mistress.” He bent to his task.

  He was meticulous about it, covering every inch of her inner and outer lips and the opening of her vagina. Even her perineum, trailing the tip of his tongue down to her anus. Although it sent shivers through her, she was sure he’d done it to test the limits of her control over him, and she didn’t disappoint.