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by Cheryl Dragon


  “If he touched you—” Ben cut off his threat.

  His wanting to defend her was sweet. “He tried once. I screamed and told.”

  “Good for you.”

  “And my mother sent me to spend the summer with my grandmother. She didn’t totally believe me.” Jane had told the story so rarely, and it was so long ago it felt like someone else’s life.

  “I don’t like your mother.” Ben shook his head.

  “Neither do I. After Grandma’s, I stayed with a cousin of my mother’s. A single mom with two girls. It was great there, but she couldn’t really afford me. She had to send me back to Mom, and I refused to go. I even threatened to run away. By then, I was twelve and started to develop. I told her what had happened, and she reported it.”

  “Your cousin did the right thing, at least.”

  “She did, but Mom wasn’t married to him anymore, I don’t think. I offered to get a job, babysit, anything to make enough money to stay with my cousins. I helped her out with chores and cooking. Her ex didn’t pay support for his kids. My father never sent support for me. It’s like a game. But reporting that my stepdad tried to touch me meant the system found out about me. I was in.” She shook her head. “My cousins still regret that.”

  “Foster families from hell?” he asked.

  “Just moving all the time. Everything was temporary. One place, a foster brother would try to grope you, so I either ran away or reported it and got in trouble myself. Finally, I was put in a group home, and that was the best thing. I stayed in one place and got through high school. I was always a good student and got a scholarship for college.”

  He rounded the desk and pulled her from the chair, hugging her tight. “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t just tell you. But that’s not really what you need to know.” She kissed his neck.

  “What?” He pressed his forehead to hers. “We were both shuffled around through our childhoods. Mine obviously was much better than yours. I had two parents and two brothers there for me all the time.”

  “I wish I had real siblings. Being alone was the worst part. Everywhere was different, and not knowing anyone made it hard to know who to trust if something did go wrong. I told you early on I don’t have good luck. It’s true.” She closed her eyes and tried to figure out how to leapfrog from dysfunctional childhood to adult.

  “College was good?” he asked.

  She smiled. “College was great. I had a full ride for undergrad and worked to save up for grad school. I felt safe for the first time in my life. All the other girls worried about being on their own and gaining weight or date rape. I’d learned to knee a guy in the nuts before I was thirteen. Anyway, I did my masters at the same place because I got another partial scholarship there. I worked tutoring kids and taught some intro classes to cover my expenses.”

  “When did you get kinky?”

  “I always was. I guess. A boyfriend when I was an undergrad introduced me to the fun of being tied up and spanked. He wanted to go further into multiple subs and really kinky stuff, so we broke up. But he’d already introduced me to a local dungeon in the city.”

  “You did dungeons? You little tease.” He hugged her tight.

  She relaxed as his arms pinned her in. “Not really. I met the Doms there, and we used private play rooms. I never got as deeply into the play with people watching. I needed intimacy even if it was just the illusion of it.”

  “They hurt you? I never would.” Ben kissed her forehead.

  “No, well not in any wrong way. They respected my limits and played, and it was over. I never met anyone and had a relationship along with kink. That first boyfriend doesn’t really count because he had other girls on the side. I found that out later. I was one of many girls he introduced to the lifestyle. I’m not a harem girl.”

  “Damn right.” Ben looked her in the eyes. “And here? Do I have any competition?”

  “God, no. I came here for my PhD. It was affordable, and I had some student loans that I’d used to pay for a car and other necessities. Plus I took on more for the PhD. I loved it here. It’s a quiet college town where I’d made friends, so I stayed when they offered me a job. But there are no dungeons for miles. I couldn’t play with people I might know. I just couldn’t.” Tears slid down her face as she tried to figure out how to say how she really felt.

  “What?” Ben held her face. “I don’t care if you have some debt or not. I don’t care if I never meet your mother or your father. They don’t deserve you. I don’t want to travel around and move every year like when I was a kid. I like this little college town, too.”

  “The age thing.” She sniffled as he wiped her tears away.

  “I don’t give a damn about it. Neither should you.”

  “I don’t care. I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never dated someone I was playing with. I feel like a virgin or something. I never loved any of the Doms I was with. I liked the sex and trusted them to respect me, but this playing and dating is new. It’s scary.” She buried her face in his shirt.

  “You love me?” he asked.

  Her face felt hot as she nodded. “That’s not the point.”

  He laughed. “Okay. I have some experience you don’t. You have some experience I don’t. Once I get my PhD, the only difference in our careers is time and your tenure. I’ve dated women who liked to sub, but honestly, I never fell for a sub until you.”

  She looked up at him. “Don’t tease.”

  “Not about this. I love you.” He cupped her chin and kissed her hard.

  Her toes curled, and the tingling sensation slid up the rest of her body as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “I do love you,” she said.

  His grin made her want to smack him, and she kissed him instead.

  “It’s a first for both of us, and we’ll make it work. If you trust me.”

  She nodded as his words registered deep inside her. “I do trust you. I don’t want to screw it up. All my life, no one wanted me enough to pick me over everything and everyone else. No one kept me. I understand my cousins, but it’s just a pattern, and that fear was too big to hide.”

  “That’s what I needed to hear.” He smiled. “For the record, I’m keeping you. Never letting you go, and you will be front row at my graduation.”

  His parents. His siblings. A million things scampered through her brain. “But—”

  “No buts! That’s what family is. We are sticking it out even if my brothers might tease you about being a little older than they are. That’s what brothers do. And if there’s any reaction here, we’ll face it together. It’s not going to change us. I wanted you before I knew you were submissive. If I had known, I’d have hit on you so much sooner.” He kissed her.

  Us. She wasn’t facing any of it alone, and that reality sank in as she let him take over. She’d faced life alone for decades. Now, she had someone on her side that she truly trusted to protect her. He loved her and had proved it. Their kiss went from sweet to demanding. He moved her arms behind her back and held them there as he kissed down her neck and inside her blouse.

  “Your piercing?” she asked.

  “I’ll tell you when I’m done.” He released her hands and opened her blouse then tugged down her bra. “Do you want one?”

  “Maybe,” she admitted.

  “You never told me all your fantasies,” he reminded her.

  “We’re having one now.” She smiled.

  He hiked up her skirt and smirked at the lack of panties. “Tell me another.”

  She frantically tried to think as he bent her face down on the desk and fingered her wet slit. “Wax. Not fire or being burned but a little hot wax done safely.”

  “You’re always safe with me.” He pinched her ass. “I have to spank you good when we’re home. You had me so worried.”

  “I’m sorry.” Her voice caught in her throat. “I didn’t mean to. I’ve never had this before.”

  “Me either.” He slid two fingers insi
de her.

  She shivered and whispered, “Going topless.”

  “What?” he asked.

  “At the beach. I always wanted to try it. At a European beach where no one knows me. To see how it feels.” She pressed herself to the desk in shame as he teased her pussy until it throbbed. The rustle on a condom packet gave her hope. “Please, Ben.”

  “So you don’t do dungeons, but you’ll do nude beaches? Be quiet now, or I’ll gag you.” He slid his thick cock deep inside of her with one stroke.

  Biting back her gasp, she clung to his erection with every muscle she could. “Beach is just for fun. At dungeons, people want to play and watch,” she said softly.

  He leaned down, his weight pressing her to the hard desk, and licked behind her ear. “I don’t control you on a beach or anywhere but the bedroom. Right?”

  “Right,” she said.

  “Then go nude for all I care. I just want to be there with you.” He thrust harder and faster.

  No teasing this time. She clung to the desk and kept her lips pressed together. Finally, he clamped a hand over her mouth as he drove her toward release.

  Something in her brain clicked as the tremor of orgasm began. He wanted to see her on the beach. He wanted to go on her trip. She wanted him with her. How stupid was she not to have invited him?

  The climax took them both, and she bucked back as she moaned into his hand. The freedom of love and kink with trust left her dizzy. His groans were muffled on her shoulder then finally, he eased back.

  She turned without permission and pulled him close. “I want to be at your graduation and meet your family. I want this to be forever. I know it’s fast and early and all of that, but promise me it’s real.”

  Ben nodded. “It’s real.”

  “Will you join me on vacation? I know you might already have other plans, but I’d love to see Italy and Greece with you. I’ve never really done vacations before so maybe it’s too forward. Or maybe you’re sick of traveling because you saw everything as a kid. I never had trips to see things despite all the moving I did.” She instantly felt dumb.

  “No, it’s not too forward. Nothing is ever off the table. We can talk about anything. I love vacations but not being a nomad.” He kissed her cheek. “I’d love to go and keep all those hot European guys from hitting on you.”

  “Right. That’ll happen.” She rolled her eyes. “I just don’t want to rush and ruin things.”

  “Not possible. We didn’t meet a week ago, even if we’ve just started playing and dating. I’m not asking to move in or anything yet. Although the student rate on my apartment is up once I graduate.” He grinned.

  Hope burned in her. “Bridget’s already engaged her to Dom. The wedding is next summer so it wouldn’t be that weird if we moved in together.”

  “No, I’m not pressuring you. Think about it. That’s a big change.” He tugged her bra back in place after a quick kiss on each nipple then he buttoned her blouse.

  She pouted. “You promised to fuck me everywhere after I told you everything.”

  “At home. After dinner. I didn’t bring any lube.” He kissed her.

  She grabbed his shirt and pinched that metal piece in his nipple. “And the piercing?”

  He inhaled sharply. “I’ll tell you about it—if you’re prepared to get one yourself.”

  Releasing his flesh, she kissed his cheek. “Let me know when you hear about the PhD.”

  “You’ll be the first.” He closed his fly and left.

  * * * *

  After taking his sub to dinner at a very expensive restaurant to celebrate, Dr. Ben Whitbeck tied her hands and stretched her arms up the closed door of her bedroom. The rope strung nicely over that hook where she usually kept her robe.

  His work had been accepted, and he’d get his degree. Right now, what mattered was the woman that was his. He owed her a spanking and anal sex. On the way back from the restaurant, he’d stopped at his place to get clothing and toys for a week.

  “You’re not keeping anything else from me, are you?” he asked.

  He picked up a flogger and casually rubbed it over her bare ass. She was perfect and his.

  “No, Sir. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you last night. I deserve to be punished.” She leaned on the door.

  “You can tell me anything. Any time. You’re always safe with me.” He kissed her shoulders.

  “I know. I didn’t want to ruin the play,” she said.

  “You’ll never ruin it. It’s all about you. A little spanking will remind you of that.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” Her body tensed as if ready.

  “Relax.” He rubbed the leather strips against her skin. “You love your ass pink and tender.”

  “Make it red,” she said. She shivered, and he knew she was ready. Slowly, he tapped her bottom with the flogger then moved back so just the tips whispered over her round bottom.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

  She obeyed and arched her back slightly. Ben rewarded her with a good snap of his wrist. The tips stung, and she moaned. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Two more strikes and she wiggled for more. He paused and kissed her flesh to feel the heat. “Good. Want another?” he asked.

  “Please, Sir.”

  “One minute.” He grabbed a bottle of lube and smeared some over her asshole. Then he retrieved the small butt plug from his bag and pressed it easily into her ass. “Hold it.”

  “Oh God.” She nodded.

  He stripped naked and stood right behind her, pressing his body to her so she’d know he was hard for her. “I’ll keep every promise I make to you. I’ll never leave you alone. You’re always the most important thing in the world to me.”

  “Thank you.” Her voice shook with emotion.

  “No, it’s what I want. What you give me is priceless.” He stroked her hair. “I’d rather be here than anywhere else.”

  She nodded. “I love you,” she whispered.

  “I love you, too.” He kissed her cheek. “Three more.”

  “Please.” She stuck her ass out as far as possible.

  He stepped back and ignored his need to fuck her senseless. Three more. He crisscrossed her ass and added force with each swing.

  “Yes!” she shouted at the last one.

  “Like it?” He inspected her ass and knew it’d drive her crazy tomorrow. The paddle covered more area. With the flogger, she’d have tender spots, less tender ones and normal ones. She’d be begging for the paddle by breakfast.

  “I loved it.” She looked over her shoulder. “Keep your promise, and tell me about the piercing.”

  He untied her and led her to the bed. Rubbing lotion into her ass, he gave in. “Fine. It was Nelson’s idea actually. I learned to be a Dom around here. He taught me a lot. I wanted to do it right, and groups are good for learning—at least with the right people guiding you. A Dom needs to do it right. He made me sub a little, not sexually but to take a flogging and a paddle or simply being tied up for a while to know what it was like. The piercing was like a sign that I was ready.”

  “It’s so sexy.” She turned and played with it.

  He squeezed her ass until she moaned then he took out the toy and dropped it on a towel on the floor. “You’d like one. You like pain more than you admit.”

  She smiled. “Certain kinds.”

  “Like wax?” he asked.

  “Maybe.” She sat up in his lap and kissed his untouched nipple. “Would you let some stranger pierce my nipple?”

  “If you want it done, of course. Stop testing me. I’m a bedroom Dom, and I mean it. I’m not going to change you or control you day and night. If that’s what you want, you’ve got the wrong guy.”

  “I don’t want that. It feels too good to be true.” She kissed his other nipple and hugged him.

  “We’ve done a lot of work to get here, and there’s more to face. We’ve earned it.” He pushed onto her back and smiled when he saw the relief in her face. She could test him all she wanted
. They were a perfect match. He grabbed a vibrator from his bag. “Play with yourself.”

  “Why?”

  He turned and looked at her. “I said so.”

  When she turned on the toy, he went back around the room retrieving the lube, two short pieces of rope and a condom from his supplies. She’d never let him be bored.

  “I want you,” she said.

  “You want to please me.” He knelt on the bed and slid his hands behind her knees, pushing her legs up and up. Finally, he tied her ankles to the top of the headboard.

  She gasped. “I’m not a Yoga master.”

  “You’re more flexible than you realize. Does it hurt?” he asked.

  “Not right now.”

  “You can use your safe word at any time if it does.” He watched her rub the small vibrator over her pussy and dipped it inside of her wet cunt every so often.

  “Do you want a piercing?” he asked as he lubed her ass again.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you want me on vacation with you? Watching you naked on that beach?”

  “Please, Sir. Yes.” Her hips lifted, and she adjusted her position.

  He slid on the condom and pressed to her ass. “Do you want me forever?”

  “Yes!” She rocked to him as he filled her rear.

  To his surprise, she stuffed the toy deep into her pussy as he fucked her. She did want this. Some women offered to please Doms, but she was halfway to orgasm. Ben watched her intently. He grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples.

  “One or both get pierced?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t care.”

  “You do. You’ll love it.” He rolled her nubs between his fingers until she groaned.

  “Please, Master!” she cried out.

  Her body shook, and she grabbed her legs as she came on him. Ben took over the vibrator and eased it from her, rubbing the juice-coated toy over her folds and tapping her pussy.

  She jerked every time he got near her clit, and he wanted to see it all. Pressing the vibrator just to the side of her nub, he watched her body spasm in a second orgasm as he fucked her ass faster. With his free hand, he released her legs from the rope. There was no reason to strain her muscles if she was giving him everything already.

 

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