He crouched behind her and used his fingers to feel her labia and her anal area. Droplets of water clung to her skin, and her body was cooling fast. Part of that, she knew, was from the sudden onset of nerves.
He took his time running his fingers back and forth. It took all her self-control to remain still and not move her neglected pussy against his hand.
“You haven’t shaved today.”
“No, Sir.”
“Get back in that shower and finish up. I will find you in the bedroom, on all fours with my belt in your mouth in less than five minutes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She was grinning, not shaking from nerves, as she got back in the shower. She shaved carefully, glad she would finally be getting her spanking, glad he hadn’t decided to put her on her knees and ignore her for the rest of the evening.
She was aware of every passing moment, and it took her less than five minutes to finish up, dry off, towel her hair and fluff her tresses. She was absolutely determined not to annoy him again.
She heard him on the stairs when she entered the bedroom. She hurried to the closet, snatched up his belt and shoved it into her mouth even as she took the doggie-style position on the floor.
She was breathing hard and already turned on when he entered the room. At the club, she’d fantasized about him and that belt, and he gave her instructions that played to her naughtiest dreams.
“Good girl.”
He walked in front of her and took the belt from her mouth.
“How many?” he asked.
“Eight. Sir.”
“Eight it is.”
Maybe she could have gotten away with suggesting six, but truthfully, she wanted more. And his raised brow, acknowledging her bravery, made her heart beat just a little faster.
He landed the first stripe across both buttocks, and she exhaled deeply. “One. Thank you.” Either he wasn’t wielding the belt with as much intensity as he had previously or her rear was getting calloused, because it didn’t hurt as badly as the first time at Dark Haven.
The second blow fell just below the first.
She exhaled again and said, “Thank you. Two.”
He fell into a rhythm, hardly varying the location or intensity of the belt. She responded perfectly to each, her body rocking forward with each stroke, and rocking back for the next one.
She didn’t feel the pain. Instead she surrendered to the sensations.
She wasn’t sure what was happening, but by the time he landed the eighth stripe across her buttocks, she was shockingly near orgasm. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Eight.”
He picked her up and placed her on her back on the bed.
She spread her legs in silent invitation.
Their gazes met. She saw desire and something more, something she didn’t dare name, in his eyes.
He sheathed himself in a condom and then took her in a single powerful thrust.
He fucked her hard. Her ass rubbed against the bedspread, and the slight sensation of pain made her squirm.
“Come anytime,” he told her.
Then he kissed her, intensely, his tongue taking and probing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, surrendering, offering more, demanding more.
He gently bit her neck, and she writhed beneath him. Her orgasm claimed her from deep inside, and she climaxed.
He rode her slower, seemingly holding back his own climax.
“I want you to come again,” he said.
“What are you, superhuman?”
“Just enjoying you, my sub.” He pulled back slightly and said, “Play with your pussy while I fuck you.”
She put her hand between them and stroked her clit while he moved inside her.
As he moved faster and faster, a second orgasm built in her. “Sir!”
“Go for it,” he told her.
Her vaginal muscles clenched, and her abdomen tightened. She had another shuddering orgasm. She was sweaty, and her heart was racing. She’d never been so satisfied, twice in a row.
He smiled down at her. After she moved her hand, he tucked an arm beneath her neck and cradled her head. He supported most of his weight on one elbow, but he moved so that he could drive even deeper into her pussy. “Mine.”
With a guttural moan, he ejaculated.
She lay there, trapped and protected while his breathing returned to normal. If she’d ever been happier, she didn’t remember when.
He held her for a long time before moving off her. He climbed from bed, then scooped her up into his arms. She squealed.
“You need another shower,” he said.
“So do you.” Then she added a more impish than serious, “Sir.”
“You can wash my back.”
She grinned. “Of course, Sir. Can you wash mine?”
“Insolent wench.”
Surprising her, he shampooed her hair, then lathered and rinsed her body. She relaxed into his tender ministrations. Part of her wished this moment could last forever. “Sir?”
“Questioning your dom?”
“No. No, Sir.”
He wiped droplets of water from her forehead. “I’m doing it because I want to.”
“No further questions,” she said.
“Double insolence?”
He smiled. Her stomach took a dive. She’d do almost anything to have the wattage of his smile directed at her.
He never asked her to wash his back. Instead, he turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry her while they were still in the shower stall. He grabbed a second one and gently rubbed her hair.
She’d never been cared for like this, and she realized she liked it. Compared to him, all men left her cold.
“Part your legs,” he said, then knelt to pat her tender parts.
That was it. She was done. Toast. In love. Not just a little, but totally, completely, head-over-heels for the first time in her life.
It wasn’t just the sweet ministrations tonight, but the constant attention to her wants and needs. And mostly, it had been the way he’d supported David’s law center. Inside this supersuccessful, dominating man was a gentle soul.
Still, the thought of being in love with anyone, especially him, scared her witless.
She realized it didn’t matter what her feelings were toward him. She and Master Trevor had a finite agreement. Nothing else, nothing more. He would return her to David soon. Shortly after that, she’d be back home in Denver, back in her real, boring, life.
Maybe she could see him from time to time, but that thought didn’t help. Saying good-bye would always hurt.
“Turn around.”
She did, and he rubbed her rear. She winced.
“Does that hurt?”
“Just a little,” she said, determined not to focus on the ridiculousness of being in love with her dom. “That beating was different.”
With his hands on her shoulders, he turned her back to face him. He was devastatingly handsome, with water clinging to his dark hair. His strong jaw was shadowed because it was the end of the day, and that just made him appear somewhat more dangerous. His shoulders were impossibly broad, and his narrow hips and semierect cock made her want him again.
“Different, how?” he asked.
She knew better than to refuse to answer or be embarrassed, even though she wasn’t entirely sure what was different about it. “I was able to let go, if that makes sense. I really enjoyed it. Like the experiences I read about.”
“It was discipline rather than punishment,” he told her. “That’s what I was talking about at Dark Haven. The beating was erotic, designed to turn you on. There wasn’t a lot of variety in terms of intensity or placement of the strokes. That was to allow your subconscious to know what to expect so you were more relaxed.”
His eyes were intense blue, seeming to read her every thought. It was as if he knew things about her that even she didn’t know. “It worked. I feel drugged.”
“That was the sex.”
All men thought that. “Uh-
huh.” Regardless, she felt somewhat lethargic. Her muscles were relaxed, from the beating, from the shower. “Feel free to do that anytime.”
“Behave yourself, and I will.”
Their gazes met. They both knew this may never happen again.
He grabbed a towel for himself and wrapped it around his waist.
Emboldened by the knowledge they had only hours remaining together, she gave in to the temptation of running her fingers down his chest. She watched his reactions, waiting to see if he’d stop her.
He looked down at her, but he didn’t stop her.
After drawing in a deep breath, she slid her hand lower and took hold of his cock.
He closed his hand around hers, silently showing her the pressure he liked.
She began to masturbate him to a second erection.
“You sure you know what you’re getting yourself into?” he asked.
“I’m a little sore, but not too sore to take you again, Sir.”
“You really are a wanton wench.”
She sank her knees and closed her mouth around him.
“Shelby…”
She glanced up at him. Her pulse was pounding with the feeling of imminent loss, but she was determined to enjoy every moment of being with him rather than worrying about what life would be like after she left. She told herself being in love was supposed to be exhilarating and fun. It wasn’t supposed to cause a feeling of hopelessness.
She sucked him even deeper into her mouth and pressed her tongue against the spot below his cockhead.
He fisted his hands in her hair.
She surrendered to the thrust of his hips and fought her gag reflex. This man, at least temporarily, was her dom, and she wanted to please.
Suddenly his hands were around her upper arms. He pulled her to her feet.
Within moments, he had her against the shower wall, his hand between her legs, making sure she was ready for him. Her eyes widened from shock, from excitement.
“I’m going to take you like the sub you are.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I’ll be right back.”
She was impatient for him to return. Naughtily she continued to play with her clit as he sheathed himself in a condom.
“Finally,” she said when he returned.
“Patience is a virtue in a submissive.”
“I’m not virtuous.”
He grinned. “So much the better.”
She was still ready for him. “Now, Sir. Please.” She stood on her tiptoes as he tilted his hips to penetrate her.
As he filled her, she clutched his shoulders for support.
Effortlessly he held her body, supporting her as he filled her again and again. Damn, but she’d miss this—miss him—when she was alone with her trusty vibrator.
He placed a hand beneath her buttocks, tilting her pelvis a bit so that the head of him rubbed against her G-spot. She dug her fingers into his strong shoulders as she rocked her hips and climaxed.
She’d never had sex like this before. And now that she knew what she was missing, she definitely wanted more.
The clenching of her internal muscles evidently spurred his orgasm.
“Now,” she said a few minutes later, “I really am exhausted.” Standing there, pressed up against the wall, on her tiptoes, after an exquisite fucking and beating drained her.
He moved hair back from her face. “Told you it was the sex.”
Back in bed, curled in his arms, she said, “David knows we’re meeting him tomorrow?”
“Master David,” he corrected. “You’ll be showing proper respect when you see him.”
She nodded, chastened.
“He knows we’re meeting him just after lunchtime at Dark Haven. You’ll show him you can behave, and you’ll show Master Xavier that you have had no ill effects from the week. Master David will return you to the airport.”
She wished she could be as calm, as matter-of-fact as he seemed to be. Her insides were in knots, and every hour seemed like only minutes.
She woke early the next morning, restless and unable to sleep. Her fidgeting woke Master Trevor.
“I could tie you to the bed.”
She hadn’t known he was awake. “But I’d like that.”
“Yeah. With you, I have to be careful that my punishment is really punishment and doesn’t lead to more bad behavior.”
“There is that.”
“Dress in a skirt, shoes, and shirt that you can travel in,” he told her.
Her heart momentarily stopped with the realization that they were so close to the end of their time together.
She packed while he made breakfast, and she joined him for coffee in the sun-drenched breakfast nook. She couldn’t eat more than a few bites.
He poured coffee from a carafe into a porcelain mug and added the exact amount of creamer she liked. He’d clearly been paying attention to little details. The way he watched for subtle nuances made him good at what he did, including driving her to orgasm.
“Nervous about seeing Master David?”
“Yes,” she lied. Lying, she figured, was better than letting him know she was sad about leaving. Master Trevor hadn’t revealed any of his thoughts, and he hadn’t hinted that he’d like her to stay, so her feelings were likely one-sided. He was single by choice, she knew. He turned down plenty of opportunities to play with subs. She took a drink of coffee to occupy herself and to disguise the fact her lower lip trembled. While the week had turned her world upside down, to him it had likely been nothing more than a fun diversion.
After breakfast, he took her into his home office to show her the initial designs for David’s law offices.
He brought up a slide show on the large monitor.
In the conceptual pictures, the building had a lovely new sign, along with a new door, sturdy but elegant wood.
“Stunning,” she said, standing behind him.
He went to the next slide.
“You’re adding a few windows.”
He zoomed in to show detail.
“Arched windows? I love them. Reminds me of this place.”
“We’re not doing much to the existing windows. He’ll still want plenty of privacy. But these fit the building and will add plenty of natural light.”
Which inspired optimism, she supposed.
He moved to pictures of the interior, including a conference room, several offices, a child’s playroom, file room, and a small break room, complete with refrigerator and small stove.
“You’ve thought of everything. The only thing it needs is a place to sleep on those nights when David refuses to go home.”
He skipped ahead and then said, “Right here.”
“Clever.” The room was small and tucked into a corner with no windows.
“A good place for him to spank a naughty sub.” He looked over his shoulder at her.
“You’re always thinking.”
“A place should always have a place to spank a misbehaved woman.”
“Of course.” Too bad she wouldn’t get the chance to be his misbehaved woman. She gave in to her sadness and impulse and kissed the side of his neck. “You’re an amazing man, Master Trevor.”
He turned to her, captured her around the waist, and pulled her onto his lap.
“You’re quite an inspiration, sub.” He kissed her long and slow. He tasted of coffee and sin and the impossible promise of tomorrow. For a moment she fantasized about truly being with him.
But then an alarm rang on his phone. He slowly ended the kiss. But he held on to her for a few seconds before brushing his thumb across her lips. “Behave this afternoon.”
She reluctantly left his lap and gathered their coffee cups for the last time.
While he grabbed her suitcase from upstairs, she rinsed their coffee cups and the coffee carafe, and after confirming that she was ready to go, he called for a cab.
As they got closer to Dark Haven, adrenaline began to build. Seeing David, saying good-bye to Master T
revor, wondering what he had in store for their last event.
She twisted her hands in her lap, and Master Trevor placed a hand over them, stilling her movements.
“I promise it won’t hurt a bit,” he told her with a wolfish grin.
Destiny met them inside the club. She gave Master Trevor a scowl, then looked Shelby over from head to foot.
“I didn’t harm her one little bit,” he promised the woman, holding up his hands.
“So why does she look so unhappy?” Destiny asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Unhappy?” Master Trevor asked, looking at Shelby.
“I’m just nervous,” Shelby said, the lie slipping out as easily as it had at Master Trevor’s loft.
“I reserved the punishment room and the horse,” he said to Destiny.
She hesitated, and Shelby wondered if Destiny would refuse. When she’d met the other woman on previous visits, she’d been friendly and outgoing. Obviously she was protective of subs, though. Master Xavier had done well hiring her. Nothing got past the woman.
“This way,” Destiny said with a toss of her hair.
“Sir?” Shelby asked.
“Follow me,” he said.
Wanting to behave, wanting him to be happy with her, she trailed him, the requisite three feet behind. The odd thing was, she was happy to do so.
“I’ll send Master Xavier by,” Destiny said.
Shelby wasn’t sure if that was a warning or promise.
“And Master David, when he arrives, if you will.”
She stuck her tongue behind her lip, pushing out her lip piercing.
Shelby liked the woman more and more.
Master Trevor shut the door to the all-too-familiar room.
She recognized the horse, but now it didn’t seem so intimidating. She knew Master Trevor, trusted him. As long as she could control her mind and surrender rather than fight, she’d get through this.
“Seems you have more than one protector,” he told her.
“Or you’re an ogre.”
“Clearly. And there’s a reason you’re standing?” He folded his arms across his chest.
The temperature in the room plummeted. She hadn’t lied to Destiny. She was well and truly nervous now, knowing David and Master Xavier would be joining them. “Shall I undress?”
“Did I order you to strip?”
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