Over the Knee

by Ashe Barker, Lily Harlem, Katy Swann, Wendi Zwaduk, Lucy Felthouse, Dolly Watt

  “Don’t forget, you probably won’t need your safeword,” he said reassuringly. “I’m not using a cane or anything else that you won’t be able to cope with. Yes, I’m going to push you, but I don’t think it’ll be any more than you’ve had in the past. What’s your safeword, Kirsten?”

  “Chocolate, Sir.”

  “Good girl. What will you do if you need to stop and you can’t remember your safeword?”

  “Wave my hand in the air.”

  “That’s right and I’ll be watching your every move. Do you want to do this?”

  Oh God, yes. I wanted this more than anything in the world. I needed it. If I could just let go of the fear everything would be perfect. “Yes, Sir, I do.”

  “Okay.”

  The first flicks of the suede flogger were slow and light across my bottom. It was quite a heavy flogger, one that was capable of giving a hard whack, but I preferred that to the lighter, more whippy ones.

  Gradually he warmed me up, increasing the weight of the impacts just as I adjusted to the sensations. He knew what he was doing, that much was obvious. I guessed that if I’d been an observer I would have been watching a master at work, spinning the handle easily as he swung it in a figure of eight. The impacts were even, well-spaced and precise. The knowledge that he was so confident helped me to relax more. I was in safe hands.

  Before long, the suede fronds became more insistent, thudding heavily down on me and taking me into the ethereal place that I’d missed so much. A world where I was weightless, floating through a sunny sky filled with sparkly, fluffy clouds.

  I became aware of the pressure increasing—he was hitting me harder now. It hurt, but not in a bad way. It helped send me deeper into a zone where the pain kissed every inch of my body.

  I heard a voice in the distance and smiled. It was a nice voice. It was Eddie’s voice.

  “Kirsten, are you all right?”

  I raised my head as best I could and grinned stupidly. He’s going to think I’m drunk. “Yes, Sir.”

  “What’s your safeword?”

  No! I don’t want to use my safeword. I want to carry on. I never want this to end.

  “Kirsten. Tell me your safeword.”

  “It’s chocolate, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Do you want to continue?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please don’t stop.”

  I heard him chuckle just before the flogger crashed into me again and I was finally able to let go and return to a universe where everything was perfect.

  When I came to, I was lying in Eddie’s arms on a soft, squidgy sofa. He was stroking my cheek softly with one hand and holding me with the other. I slowly opened my eyes and stared up at his face. He was smiling, his green eyes warm, his posture relaxed.

  “Welcome back.”

  I smiled and closed my eyes again, savoring the warmth of his embrace. When I opened them again I was a little more alert.

  “Thank you, Sir,” I mumbled. My mouth was dry, fuzzy.

  “Here, sit up and drink this.”

  Once I was sitting straighter I took the bottle he was holding out to me and drank thirstily. Never had water tasted so good. When I’d finished, he took it from me again and put it on the sofa next to him.

  “You did it,” he said, his face full of admiration. “How do you feel?”

  “It was amazing. I don’t know how I could ever have thought that I could live without this.”

  “You didn’t forget your safeword,” he said, softly. “You didn’t need it.”

  “No. You were right. It wasn’t the actual scene itself that made me forget, it was the panic. I can see that now.”

  “You can take a lot more pain than you think. That was a hard flogging I gave you. One day, if you agree, we could try the cane and build it up very slowly. I think you might actually enjoy it.”

  “As long as it’s you, I think I could endure anything.” I snuggled into him, inhaling deeply to catch his musky scent. “Thank you.”

  “What for?”

  “For helping me to exorcise the fear that has stopped me from living my life the way I need to.”

  He smiled. “I’m glad I could help. There is just something I need to clarify.”

  “What?”

  “I don’t think I’ve asked you properly if you’ll agree to be my permanent submissive. And girlfriend.”

  “Are you asking?” My head started to spin again as happiness bubbled up inside me.

  “Yes. Will you be my submissive, Kirsten?” he asked, his eyes looking glassy with emotion.

  “Yes, Sir,” I cried happily as he pulled me up to kiss him. “I’d like that more than anything else in the world.”

  Epilogue

  “Well, I must say, I’m impressed.” Tina looked at me with a rare sign of respect, and I swelled with pride.

  It was a week later and we were sitting around the large oval table for the editorial meeting and Tina had just paid me a compliment.

  “I must admit you had me a little worried,” she said, sitting back in her seat and sliding her glasses up to rest on top of her head. “Your reaction to my assignment made me think I’d overestimated you.”

  I raised my head proudly, aware of the keen gaze of my colleagues. “No, I just needed to get to grips with how I was going to conduct my research.”

  I glanced across the table at Eddie. His subtle wink warmed my insides, and I smiled back, squirming slightly in my seat as my sore, naked bottom rubbed against the material of my suit.

  “Well, congratulations on an excellent piece of work. It’s so convincing that anyone would think it had been written from personal experience.”

  Nobody but me saw Eddie’s discreet smile as Tina diverted her attention to someone else.

  About the Author

  Katy Swann is in her forties and lives near London, UK with her husband, three children and two cats.

  When she isn’t writing about strict, sexy Doms putting their strong-willed subs in their place, she likes to read about them. As well as writing, Katy spends her time trying to avoid the housework, keeping the kids from killing each other and drinking copious cups of coffee in the local coffee shop. Coffee and chocolate are the two things that keep her sane and focused, so they’re often close by when she sits down to write.

  To Love and Submit is her first erotic novel, which will be closely followed by To Love and Trust and To Love and Obey, which will complete the Boundaries trilogy.

  Email: katy.ann.swann@gmail.com

  Katy loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.

  Also by Katy Swann

  Boundaries: To Love and Submit

  Boundaries: To Love and Trust

  Boundaries: To Love and Obey

  Dominion: The Ultimatum

  SILK AND DECADENCE

  Wendi Zwaduk

  Dedication

  Elias deserved his story. Thank you to those who prodded me to give him his happy ending.

  Thank you, readers. Without you, I wouldn’t love my job so much.

  JPZ—silk, decadence, honey and whipped cream… I want to share them all.

  Trademarks Acknowledgment

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Zorro: Zorro Productions

  Volvo: Volvo Car Corporation

  Camaro: General Motors, Inc.

  Coke: The Coca-Cola Company

  Chapter One

  “I’m here to play,” Sadie murmured to herself. She stepped into the foyer of Push, the local dance-slash-BDSM club and dragged a long breath into her lungs. She loved dancing to the pulsating beats of the techno music and the pop of the strobe lights. The few times she’d managed to score an invitation to the private side of the club had been even better. She walked into the main room of the building and stayed at the edge of the crowd while her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. />
  Anyone who danced at Push was required to wear a mask—even if only one covering the eyes. No identities once inside the club, just fun. Being recognized meant the person could very well be escorted out and not let back in. She crinkled her nose beneath her white feathers and silk and scanned the crowd. Please let him be there.

  Only one person mattered tonight—Master E. She wove her way to the bar for a better look at the men in the room. Although identities were meant to be kept secret, she knew this Master anywhere. Her skin prickled and her nerve endings sizzled when she spotted him.

  He always wore his short blond hair in spikes and his brown eyes sparkled. The scruff on his cheeks seemed darker in the dim light. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her body. She loved men tall enough to tower over her, and he fit the bill.

  If she played her cards right tonight, she’d be in one of the playrooms—with him.

  On closer inspection, she realized he wasn’t alone. Two women flanked Master E. Go figure. He did like pretty things, she mused. Ever since she’d started watching him, she’d known he’d be able to give her what she needed. Once he found out her identity, the game would surely end, though. Thankfully, he wasn’t going to find out about that—at least not until they’d started to play.

  She waited at the bar for the bartender.

  “What’ll you have?” The man behind the counter almost looked out of place at the club. With his crisp white shirt and black bow tie, he could’ve been serving in any upscale place. He smiled, showcasing the dimple in his cheek. “Ordering for E again?”

  “Yes, please.” She folded her hands together on the counter. Apparently she had a track record. Oh well. Sadie waited for the bartender to return with the shot of whiskey—E’s favorite.

  The bartender placed the drink on the bar. “On your tab?”

  “Yes please. I’m going to deliver the drink this time.” The last three times she’d chickened out.

  “If you’re ever in the market for someone who’s a lot less of a prick, look me up.” He grinned again then stepped away to deal with another customer.

  Sadie blinked. He’d just come on to her. No way. Guys didn’t notice her—unless they wanted something and she happened to be the middle man. Still reeling from his comment, she straightened her shoulders and wound her way through the crowd to the other side of the room.

  Once she’d reached E’s general vicinity, her confidence nose-dived. Shit. He wasn’t going to be interested in her. Not when he had two towering beauties to cater to him. She gripped the shot glass tighter. She’d bought him the drink and could at least say hi. If he ignored her or dismissed her, then she’d know where she stood.

  “Hello.” Master E eased up beside her. “I didn’t expect to find you here tonight.” When he smiled, her insides turned to warm goo.

  “I—I brought you a drink.” She offered up the whiskey. “Old and smooth, just like you like it.” Her hands trembled, sloshing the amber liquid. He didn’t expect to see me? Did that mean he’d noticed her watching?

  “Thank you. I needed a drink. Are you here alone?” He accepted the glass and downed the shot in one swallow. “The burn is good.”

  Her ears and cheeks burned. “I’m alone,” she murmured, but doubted he could hear her over the throbbing music.

  “Excuse me, ladies.” He inched away from his companions. “Now, why don’t we go over here?” He slipped her arm through his and led her to the corner of the room. Although the music wasn’t much softer, the lighting was darker and there were fewer people mashed together. “Better,” he said. “Now, you were saying?”

  “I’m alone.” God. The words sounded so awful in her own ears. Yes, she was alone. Perpetually the single girl. She bit back a sigh. No need to look desperate tonight.

  “I’m sorry to hear that.” He slid his hand down to hers and took a step back. “You look wonderful. The burgundy brings out the green in your eyes.”

  “Thank you,” she managed, through her shock. He’d noticed the color of her eyes? Wow.

  “Did you come for the dancing?” He glanced out at the crowd. “I’m not much for the music. Too loud.” He turned his attention back to her, then placed the empty shot glass on a nearby empty table. “I thought I’d like to play. Interested?”

  “But your dates—won’t they be looking for you?”

  “My dates?” He smiled and tipped his head until he rested his forehead on the top of her head. “The girls are here to schmooze. I’m not.”

  She fought the urge to snuggle against him. The foot difference in their heights had drawn her to him. She preferred a man who could dominate but still possessed warmth.

  E slid his fingers into her hair. He snaked his free arm around her, holding her to his chest. “Would you like to come with me?”

  “Yes,” she said. She didn’t need to think about the answer. Her heart and her body both knew where they wanted to be—with him.

  “Good girl.” He kept his arm around her, then led her to the small corridor at the back of the room. A bookcase that didn’t appear to have any purpose hulked at the end of the hallway. Master E touched one of the books, and the bookshelf slid to the side, revealing a doorway. A small privacy window opened.

  The person on the other side of the window said something, to which Master E replied, but she couldn’t hear what they’d said. He must’ve given the right code word because the door opened, allowing them into the secluded part of the club.

  Master E kept her tight to his side and escorted her to one of the private rooms. She’d been in the BDSM part of the club a handful of times, but had never played. She had her heart set on one man—Master E.

  “Now, I’ve asked you to play, but I haven’t formally asked you.” He stopped at one of the doors. “Do you wish to play with me? To entrust me with your pleasure and safety as well as to treat you with the utmost respect and honor?”

  “While you spank my ass red?” She slapped both hands over her mouth. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. The correct reply was something along the lines of ‘Yes, Sir’. Or maybe even, ‘Agreed, Sir’. Shit.

  He tilted his head to the side, and the corner of his mouth curled into the beginning of a smile. The sparkle never left his eyes. He smoothed his fingers over her cheek. “Yes, I believe one of the things we may do is a bit of spanking. Want to play?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’d like to play. I trust you and wish to…” Her words failed her. “Play.”

  “You’re going to try my patience tonight, I see.” He unlocked the door then paused. “Safeword?”

  “Bolt.” She laced her fingers together at the small of her back and bowed her head.

  “Do you wish to use it? You can at any time and we’ll stop, but know we will revisit the activity again.”

  “I don’t want to, Sir.” She waited for him to touch the middle of her back, just below her shoulder blades. Being with him comforted her more than she’d expected.

  “You’ve been bad tonight.” He led her to the St. Andrew’s cross. “Getting bold and watching me. I suppose you want to be punished.”

  She wished she could see his entire face. She’d bet he’d crooked one eyebrow. The mask concealed half of his face, but not the mirth in his voice. He seemed to be enjoying playing with her.

  “Yes, Sir. I do. I wanted you to notice me.” She bit back a smile.

  “I see. Hands.” He didn’t give her much time to react. Instead, he turned her around, facing the cross, then secured her wrists in the silken ties. If she wanted to get loose, she could, but why would she want to?

  “Thank you, Sir.” She spread her legs and measured her breaths. “Please, punish me, Sir.”

  “You’re very excited.” He eased her hair off her shoulder then kissed her neck. “I like when my sub is excited.”

  “I am, Sir.” God, she wanted his hands all over her body. Part of her wanted to rip her mask off and show him exactly who he was playing with. Maybe then he’d waive his rule about fucking h
er. Then again, if she were completely honest with him, he might push her away.

  “What are you thinking about?” He moved her skirt up off her ass, then bared her butt. “No panties? Were you expecting to play tonight?”

  She hesitated. He knew her mind worked overtime. Hell, she wore her feelings on her sleeve.

  “Answer me,” he coaxed. “I won’t do what you want until you speak.”

  She flexed her hands. If she didn’t come clean, she’d regret not opening her mouth. “I hoped you’d be here tonight.” She glanced over her shoulder. “I wanted to see you. I wanted to be with you.” God damn it. She shouldn’t have said that. They weren’t anything to each other besides play partners.

  “You sought me out?” He kissed her neck again. “That pleases me.” He slid his hand along the crack of her ass. “Very much so.” He smacked her butt, and the sound resonated in the room.

  Her pussy creamed. She shivered. “Thank you, Sir. May I have another?” Deep within her body, she warmed and came alive. She parted her lips. “Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He spanked her again, three times on each ass cheek. Her skin burned. “You crave my hand on your ass, don’t you?”

  “I do, Sir. I want more.” She’d been pushy. She arched her back, offering up her butt to him. “Please?”

  “You’ll get more, bad girl. But not yet.” He stepped away from her, his footfalls heavy on the tile floor. “I have something for you.”

  “Oh?” She tried to see what he was doing. She hadn’t imagined him using anything but his hands on her.

  “Uh-huh,” he replied. He stepped up behind her. “Something I believe you’ll enjoy.” He smoothed something over her butt. The item glided over her hot skin.

  What is it? Leather? A paddle? She braced herself on the cross and awaited his next move.