Calleigh's Collar

Le Club 1

Calleigh’s Collar When Calleigh Roundtree, a young architect, is asked to design a renovation of an old Victorian mansion located in the historic district of Ocala, Florida, she works with local attorney Jason Steele on the plans. Sparks fly. Calleigh has no idea that it is to be a very private, luxurious BDSM club with only ten members. All of the renovation team sign confidentiality agreements. Unbeknownst to Calleigh, she is overheard speaking about the project to a friend, thus breaching the confidentiality agreement, which puts her into the hands of Jason, one of the members of the club, for a weekend as his sub. When the members of the club find out she has breached the agreement, she is to be publicly punished at the club or face legal action for the breach of agreement. Calleigh has to trust Jason to handle the punishment and protect her. Genre: BDSM, Contemporary Length: 22,118 words

CALLEIGH’S COLLAR Le Club 1

Skye Michaels

EROTIC ROMANCE

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CALLEIGH’S COLLAR Le Club 1 SKYE MICHAELS Copyright © 2012

Prologue Calleigh Rose Roundtree was bent over, pointing to a line of electrical outlets on the mass of blueprints entitled “Electrical Plans and Specifications / Laurel Oak Estate” spread out over the large mahogany conference table as she looked over her shoulder at Jason Steele. He really did not seem to be paying attention and had a pained look on his extremely rugged and handsome face. “Are you okay, Jason?” she asked. “Maybe that burrito you had for lunch didn’t agree with you?” “No, I’m fine,” he replied. “Well, I’m thinking that if we move these outlets…” She laughed nervously. He had a really strained expression on his face. “Maybe we should table electrical for now and make a decision on that next week.” “No, we need to get these electrical plans finalized and move on to mechanical. We are creeping up on the commencement date and I want everything ready to start on time,” he replied. Calleigh and Jason had been working on the architectural plans and specs for the renovation of a dilapidated, three-story Victorian mansion set on a three-acre tract of land that was overgrown and rundown. The property had great potential, with enormous, hundredyear-old laurel oak and live oak trees dripping with Spanish moss, a

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tranquil pond, and enough room to plant formal English gardens. Calleigh, as architect, had designed a historically accurate facade, two additions, pool cabanas, and outbuildings for the project that was, as far as she could tell, going to be a men’s club of some kind. Or a really luxurious brothel. She giggled to herself. In Ocala? No way! She had not been given many facts as to the intended use of the property, and that was making the project harder to complete. How do you give the client what he wants when you don’t know what he wants? It had been made clear to the entire renovation team, all the members of which had signed confidentiality agreements, that details of the final project would not be forthcoming. “Okay, moving on then…” she continued. It is really hard to concentrate with that gorgeous hunk hovering over my shoulder and brushing up against my bottom. Little zings of awareness rippled up her spine. Eight months of the forced intimacy resulting from weekly planning meetings, late night meetings, and weekend meetings were beginning to tell on her. Why doesn’t he just ask me out? Maybe he’s involved with someone. Maybe he’s gay. Maybe he doesn’t like ladies with big booties… **** “Despite these last-minute details, I think we’re closing in on the completion of this project, Calleigh,” he said. “It’s been a long haul and a lot of late nights. I know how much effort you’ve put into this project, and I appreciate it.” Looking at that really spectacular ass bent over the table when all I have wanted to do for eight long months is get my hands on it is killing me. He tried to keep it professional as his hands itched to pat her cute round butt. He would have liked to put the moves on her, but he thought it was only fair to wait until their professional relationship was concluded. It had been a really long eight months.

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Chapter One Calleigh bent over, huffing and stretching her hamstrings, and called out, “Paula…I need a minute.” Tall with wavy, blondestreaked, dark-honey hair, Calleigh was more curvy than athletic. “Jeeez. What a wuss. We haven’t done two miles yet,” Paula replied. At barely five two with a cap of glossy, dark curls and a compact figure, Paula was the athlete of the duo. “I know, I know. I have been spending too much time sitting in the office lately,” Calleigh said. They were jogging in place in front of the tall, wooden, electronic gates of the walled, heavily wooded Laurel Oak Estate at the end of Fort King Street in Ocala’s historic district. The only identifying signage in front of the Estate was the street number. The ten-foot stone wall which completely surrounded the property was topped with surveillance cameras. “You worked on this project, didn’t you?” Paula asked with an impish grin. Somehow she always managed to bring them past the Estate on their runs. “And you know I can’t say a word about it…confidentiality agreement, remember? I, as project architect, as well as the general contractor, all subcontractors, and suppliers, had to sign very strict confidentiality agreements to work on this project. And as you know, it made my entire year! My fees were triple what I would normally charge.” “Oh come on, Calleigh, give me some details! Everyone in the neighborhood wonders what goes on in there.” “Bullshit, my best friend! Ever heard of ‘undisclosed penalty provisions’? If I say one word about that place, I will be in deep

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trouble. I don’t even know how deep, since the agreement states the penalty provisions are at the sole discretion of the Party of the First Part, whoever or whatever that might be,” Calleigh replied. That provision of the confidentiality agreement had made her uncomfortable at the time, but the deal was so good, and having used up all her ‘reasonables,’ she had let the penalty provisions slide during contract negotiations. As Jason had said at the time, “It’s only a problem if you don’t intend to abide by the agreement. It should not be an issue.” As they kept pace in front of the estate, a long, black Lincoln limousine with blacked-out widows pulled up to the gates. The driver’s window rolled down, and the driver entered all but the last number of a security code on the keypad. “Ladies, can I help you?” he asked with a frown as he hesitated to enter the last number. “Uh, no problem,” Paula chirped as they jogged off, and the gates slowly opened. “Rats! Almost got a look inside.”

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Chapter Two Calleigh, a Southern girl from an old Jacksonville family, was a graduate of the University of Florida. After doing her apprenticeship with a Gainesville architectural firm, she opened her own firm in Ocala because she loved the small-town feel, the warm, friendly atmosphere, the intense greenness, the wide-open spaces, and the beautiful horse farms of central Florida. Also, as a U of F graduate, she had numerous friends from school in the area, not least of whom was her best friend and college roommate, Paula. Although they had been best friends and roommates for years, their personalities could not have been more different. Calleigh was bright and driven with respect to her career, but she had a gentle sweetness to her nature. Paula, on the other hand, was quirky, stubborn, and determined to succeed at almost any cost. “I don’t know if we jogged far enough to work off this double latte blah blah blah grande whatever, but I do not care,” Calleigh stated as they collapsed in comfy, overstuffed chairs in the downtown Starbucks. The popular coffee café on the town square was crowded with Saturday-morning regulars. “I am really disappointed that I didn’t get a look inside that place. Limos coming and going at all hours, strange screams…” Paula shuddered, as if a delicious frisson of fear ran down her stillperspiring spine. “Oh for Heaven’s sake, Paula, those are peacocks, not babies being murdered! They do make an ungodly racket, though. That’s how ridiculous rumors get started.” “They wouldn’t be rumors if you just told me…”

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“No! Read my lips!” “Oh come on. Tell me just one little thing,” Paula wheedled. An inveterate gossip and the editor of the local Ocala Country Life magazine, Paula Greenley was in the know about all the local hotshots, hot spots, and all the local goings-on. It was the supreme annoyance not to have the scoop on the Laurel Oak Estate. “How about some info on that gorgeous hunk, Jason Steele? You worked with him on the design plans, right?” “You never give up. You are as much of a nudge now as you were when we were at U of F. Yes, Jason starred in many a fantasy over the eight months or so we were working on the plans and specs. Wow, what a hunk. I did everything but stand on my head to get him to ask me out, but no go. Hey! Standing on my head may have worked! Shoulda tried it! But really, he may have been involved with someone, because I was definitely getting the ‘zing.’ I don’t know what the problem was, but I tried my best. I guess you could say I really had a major ‘crush’ on him.” “Come on! Just tell me one thing.” “Okay. One thing.” Calleigh smirked. “Buy low, sell high.” “Very funny, missy! Now give,” Paula said with a grin. She looked even more determined to get the scoop. Calleigh knew that Paula would never give up. She was like a dog with a bone! A small, determined dog with a very big bone. Maybe if I give her just a little information she’ll let up. Besides, that’s all I have, just a little information. She and Paula had lived together long enough for Calleigh to know the futility of continued resistance. “Oh, all right! Jeez! The project was a renovation of an enormous, three-story Victorian house into what I guess is a men’s club or something. I drew the plans, but I never saw the furnishings and fixtures or the finished project. There are five large bedroom suites, a library, a commercial kitchen, offices, and a lot of other rooms, a pool and cabana area, and a separate building they called a playroom. I’d love to see the finished project, but as you know, no one gets in

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there.” “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to tell me?” Paula complained. If curiosity killed the cat, Paula had used up at least a couple of lives. “That’s all I’m going to tell you. I really don’t know anything more myself.” Calleigh hoped that small amount of information would stop Paula’s constant nagging. I really have to be careful here. This is technically a breach of the confidentiality agreement, and I have a professional obligation to abide by the terms of the agreement. I’m sure Jason would not take this lightly, and I would really hate to disappoint him. **** Trent Redding sipped his coffee behind the Saturday edition of The Ocala Star and listened to the club’s architect break her confidentiality agreement. Hmmmm, very interesting! Steele is going to love this! Little Miss Architect is finally about to fall into his hands. And she’s not as immune to him as he thought. What an idiot.

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Chapter Three “That’s all I heard, Steele. No more details, just that she thinks this is a ‘men’s club.’ She was talking to Paula Greenley, the editor of Ocala Country Life, you know, the local who’s-who and see-and-beseen glossy rag,” Trent Redding, one of the ten owners of Le Club Laurel Oak, told his partner, Jason Steele. “Oh, by the way, she thinks you’re a hunk and wondered why you never asked her out.” He chuckled. “Said she’d be willing to stand on her head…” Le Club Laurel Oak–Ocala, although not just for men, was a very private BDSM club catering to just ten members, two of whom were currently having a drink in the library of the three-story Victorian this Saturday afternoon. Although the property was held in a limitedliability partnership, Jason Steele, an attorney, had been the front man putting the project together, and he had worked closely with Calleigh Roundtree, the project architect. Although there had been definite sparks between the two during the prolonged drafting of the plans and specs, Jason had been cautious in carrying the relationship forward, the privacy of the club being his main concern. He just was not sure if Ms. Roundtree would be into spanking and kinky sex. “Yeah, well…I walked around with a hard-on the whole time we were working together. It’s damn difficult to concentrate on electrical wiring, outlets, and water lines when the architect has a gorgeous J.Lo ass,” he groused. “So, what part of ‘confidential’ doesn’t she understand?” Steele frowned, one slashing, dark eyebrow raised over smoky gray eyes. Jason was six two, with dark hair just beginning to gray at the temples, and many women had told him they liked his one quirky dimple, his killer body, and his broad shoulders tapering into

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long, powerful legs. “She wants to see the finished project, does she? That can be arranged. I wonder how she would like being a submissive.” “Just be careful, Steele. We don’t know the lady’s personal preferences,” Trent returned. “Oh, I’ll explain her ‘position’ to her very carefully, and I won’t forget to get the release and another confidentiality agreement signed,” Steele replied with a cocky grin. “Little Miss Roundtree’s gorgeous ass is mine.” He had been waiting for an opportunity to further his relationship with Calleigh to present itself, and now that it had, he wasn’t going to waste it. Jason Steele had grown up the son of a successful thoroughbred breeder on a farm in Ocala, gone to college at Harvard, and graduated magna cum laude. He earned a law degree from Harvard Law School, during which time he also edited the Law Review. The following years spent in Boston as an associate at a major national law firm had put a hard gloss on the Southern boy he had been. While his family had given him the best start possible and a fabulous education, he had made the most of it himself. He returned to Ocala to open his own firm. His very successful corporate- and business-law practice had given him the ability to move in the highest echelons of local society and business with the possibility of a political career in the future. Jason and Trent Redding had met in college and remained close friends while Trent completed medical school at Harvard, as well as his surgical residency at the Brigham and Women’s Hospital. He had also come home to central Florida to open a medical practice in Gainesville, which was now thriving, and to teach at the University of Florida. He was one of the top heart surgeons in the state, if not the entire southeast. When the run-down Laurel Oak Estate had come on the market, Jason and Trent had put together a consortium of like-minded BDSM aficionados of the Lifestyle to purchase the estate and renovate the house and grounds for Le Club Laurel Oak–Ocala. It had been a pipe

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dream of theirs since they had been introduced to the Lifestyle by a college friend from New Orleans whose father was a founding member of Le Club Beaudelair–New Orleans, located in the French Quarter. Neither of them had ever been into the kinkier aspects of the Lifestyle but found BDSM added a spice missing from more vanilla sexual experiences. The property was perfect for a club patterned after and loosely affiliated with the New Orleans facility, as it was just at the edge of the historic Ocala residential and business district and required no complicated rezoning or permitting for their intended usage. “What are you plotting, Jason? I’ve seen that look before.” “A weekend with Miss Roundtree is all,” Steele answered innocently. A weekend with Calleigh sounded good, very good. He hadn’t realized just how much he missed her since she had finished the architectural work. The thought of seeing her again and being close to that sumptuous derriere of hers had sent a jolt like an electric charge through him. Suddenly, he found himself in very good spirits. He thought of the collar he had bought. Maybe I’ll be able to put it to good use after all. The picture in his mind’s eye of her standing on her head made him chuckle. Trent just shook his head.

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Chapter Four “Mr. Steele would like you to meet him for lunch at the Laurel Oak Estate. He will have a car pick you up at your office at 11:45 on Friday. Would that be convenient?” Steele’s secretary asked. “That would be fine.” Calleigh had an uneasy feeling about this, although she could not help feeling a little thrill of anticipation. In all the months since the project had been completed, she had not heard from Jason Steele and certainly had not been invited for lunch at the Estate. What’s up? The perennial question was what to wear. Something sensuous but not overtly sexual. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea—or did she? Well, she had a few days to figure it out. Wait until Paula hears about this! On Friday morning, dressed in a casually elegant sundress the same color as her sky-blue eyes with spiky Manolo sandals, Calleigh paced her office at C.R. Roundtree & Associates, Architects, restlessly. While working with Steele on the project, she had often wondered if the wild attraction she felt was one-sided, or if he felt it as well. Calleigh had given Jason as much encouragement as she could without coming right out and asking him for a date, but he had never acted on her subtly dropped hints. Of course, she had no alternative but to act in a professional manner—but the man was hot. Jason Steele was a well-known attorney, one of Ocala’s “Most Eligible Bachelors,” and extremely smart, sexy, and charming. The chauffeured Lincoln Town Car picked her up promptly at 11:45 and proceeded to the area just south of downtown Ocala known as the Historic District, which was comprised of street after street of

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Victorian homes, many of which had been converted to inns and offices. As they pulled up to the electronic security gate and the chauffeur entered the code, Calleigh had a fluttering feeling in the pit of her belly. Here goes nothing! Wow! The enormous, white Victorian house decorated with copious amounts of gingerbread trim was gorgeous, just as she had imagined it would look, with a beautiful English garden in full bloom. The hundred-year-old laurel oak and live oak trees draped in Spanish moss that gave the Estate its name seemed to hold the house in their protective embrace. She felt a glow of pride looking at the culmination of her vision and hard work. The chauffeur opened the door and escorted her to the front entry, where Steele was waiting to greet her. “Good afternoon, Calleigh. It’s a pleasure to see you again,” Steele said as he escorted her to the sunporch overlooking the beautiful garden, but his voice had an edge to it, she realized. Not all friendly and relaxed, not Friday-afternoon casual. A table for two had been set on the wraparound porch, and as she was seated she noticed a manila folder at her place. She looked up into his eyes, but they gave nothing away. “It’s good to see you as well,” she replied. “What’s this?” Opening the folder she saw a copy of her executed confidentiality agreement, and her stomach dropped like a stone. This is not good. She looked up into his stern face, not a smile in sight. “I don’t understand.” “Don’t you? I’ve flagged the pertinent clauses,” he said, “both ‘Confidentiality’ and ‘Penalties for Breach of Agreement.’” “But…” “You were overheard discussing the particulars of Le Club with a magazine editor, so do not pretend not to understand our concerns. Perhaps you would like to review the agreement.” “That won’t be necessary.” Just as she was about to try to explain, the first course of luncheon was served by a stunning young man in waiter’s garb. I don’t think I can swallow this food.

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“Let’s eat, and then we can discuss this situation.” Steele smiled a predatory smile that made her insides tremble. “I doubt that I will be able to do that,” she said, her heart in her throat. Legal action over a matter this serious could finish my very promising career. The central Florida professional community functions like a small town, with everyone knowing everything about everybody. “Not to worry. I’m sure we can work something out. After all, it’s not a hanging offense,” he said with a wolfish grin. “If I recall correctly, the ‘Penalties’ clause was not firmly defined in the agreement,” she said tentatively, trying to gauge his reaction. “A point I made at the time of signing, if I recall.” “That’s right. Penalties are at the discretion of Le Club…in other words, at my discretion…” Oh my God! I’m in deep trouble! She tried to project a confident demeanor and not let the butterflies fluttering wildly in her belly show. Unfortunately, her efforts were to no avail. Steele looked glad, and she knew he could see she was on edge—on the very edge of panic. Calleigh picked up her fork and carefully chewed a bite of salad, trying to get it to go down past the lump in her throat. “Apparently you and your editor friend are very curious about what goes on here. What do you know about BDSM?” he asked. “BDSM…I don’t know anything about it. Why would I know anything about that?” she stuttered. Worse and worse! Calleigh had never considered an alternative sexual lifestyle for herself, although she wasn’t appalled by the idea, just surprised and somewhat embarrassed. She never would have imagined that Jason Steele, the upstanding local attorney, had an interest in BDSM.

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Chapter Five “BDSM is also known as ‘the Lifestyle.’ It’s as varied as the people who practice it. It spans practices, including spanking to whipping, blindfolding to bondage, role-playing, dominance and submission, all in varying degrees and extremes. The purpose is to increase sexual tension and pleasure for both participants. It is not abuse, and it is not what you might see in a porn film. Most of the members of this club engage in a more moderate form of the Lifestyle, but there are a few members who are more extreme in their tastes. You will probably see some of that in the Playroom this weekend. I am not sure which members are scheduled to be here. I am a ‘Dom’ or dominant personality. You will be a ‘sub’ or submissive.” “Whoa, wait a minute. I have no intention…” she blurted, stunned. So that was the reason for the confidentiality agreements. Confidentiality for an enterprise like that would be especially important. Sudden comprehension dawned. “Your choices are twofold. You can spend the weekend with me at Le Club Laurel Oak as my sub and expand your horizons, or we will pursue the standard legal remedies regarding the breach of contract,” he stated coldly. He settled back in his chair and continued. “The club carefully monitors activities in the Playroom. You probably won’t see anything out of the ordinary in the common areas. The suites and theme rooms are private. No Dom is permitted to be with a sub in the Playroom alone, and dungeon monitors are present at all times. It’s a liability issue. We stress ‘safe, sane, and consensual’ sex. The house ‘safe word’ is ‘Magnolia.’ If you say the safe word at any time, all activities will stop, and you will be immediately put in a car

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and taken home…never to return under any circumstances, so be sure to only use the word if you mean it.” “Jason, I can’t…I couldn’t possibly…” “Let’s finish eating while you consider your alternatives before making a decision. Since your editor friend is so curious, why don’t you have her pack a bag for each of you. I can have a car pick her up at 3:30. Trent indicated that he might enjoy training a new sub this weekend.” “But I don’t know anything about this stuff or what to do or…” “That’s why it’s called ‘training’ a new sub,” he said patiently. “You will both be instructed as to what is expected of a sub in a Dom/sub or D/s relationship.” “Okay,” she said tentatively. This is not exactly what I had in mind as a ‘date.’ “Let me call Paula.” Oh, Paula, if I’m in this, you are in this! After finishing the superb luncheon, which Calleigh barely tasted, Jason left the table to take a phone call. Calleigh took the opportunity to call Paula. “Well, if you are still interested in seeing what goes on at the Laurel Oak Estate, pack a bag for me and one for yourself. You have been invited to spend the weekend. Jason will have a car pick you up at 3:30.” I’ll just let her discover the pertinent facts for herself when she gets here.

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Chapter Six Calleigh and Paula sat in comfortable leather wingback chairs in the library at Le Club. Jason remained standing behind the enormous mahogany partners’ desk, and Trent relaxed against one of the eightfoot-high French doors overlooking another view of the fabulous gardens. Jason reiterated his explanation of BDSM for Paula’s benefit and as a reinforcement for Calleigh. He then presented the two with new confidentiality agreements and releases for signature. “Do you need me to explain ‘confidentiality’ to you again?” he asked in a stern voice. “This is not a joke, and it is not optional.” “No, I understand, and I’m sorry about the slipup.” Calleigh scanned the Release of Liability. “Basically this says that we will not hold Le Club and its members liable for any activities taking place here, and that we consent to participate in all said activities of our own free will.” “That’s basically it,” Trent replied. “A Dominance/submission or D/s relationship is based on trust and communication. You have to trust us that your well-being is our first concern, above our own pleasure, and that your best interests and pleasure are of utmost importance. You will discuss with us, individually, the outer limits of what you are willing to experience and trust us to push those boundaries safely. If there is something you absolutely do not wish to experience, like whipping or extreme bondage, you will say so when we have the limitation discussion.” “I don’t think either of us are up for whipping or extreme bondage,” Paula replied, looking to Calleigh for affirmation. “I, for one, am not that adventurous. I don’t really know what else to expect.”

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“You never know until you try. It’s all about trust and communication,” Trent told her with a smile. Damn, she’s a cute little thing. Pert boobs, cute little butt, well-muscled body…but I’m not so sure about her personality and character. She was so damn singleminded and pushy about getting the scoop on this place. I don’t know if I trust her. Was it just curiosity, or was it something more? “All right, training begins now,” Jason said in a firm voice. “Remove your panties—no underwear allowed here—and on your knees on the floor.” Both girls looked at him as though he had sprouted horns. “Now, subs. We will not repeat our orders.” Calleigh and Paula straightened the skirts of their dresses and then scrambled to remove their panties as ordered. Jason showed them the correct “slave” position—kneeling, sitting on their heels, legs spread, hands behind their backs. “You will address all Doms as ‘Sir.’ In the event our only Domme, or female member, is here this weekend, you will address her as ‘Mistress Adrienne.’ Understood?” “Yessss,” they both hissed in disbelief. “Yes what?” “Yes, Master Steele,” they chorused. Trent saw the shock on Calleigh’s face. Apparently despite Jason’s extremely masculine appearance and the fact that as an attorney he was always the one calling the shots, his dominant side still surprised her. “While we are participating in a ‘scene,’ you will address me as Master Steele and Trent as Master Redding. If we are not in a scene, you may call us Jason and Trent. When in a scene, you will not speak unless asked a direct question. You will answer all questions verbally. You will obey all orders immediately and without question. You will be respectful at all times. You will not have an orgasm without permission.” Jason and Trent helped Calleigh and Paula to their feet and showed them to the suites where their weekend bags had been delivered.

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Chapter Seven “My date for the weekend is Dr. Trent Redding, thoracic surgeon at Pinewood Medical Center in Gainesville—a Nordic god who just happens to be extremely handsome, sexy, and charming?” Paula gasped in delight. “I’ve seen him at several of the hospital charity events. I think he was in one of those bachelor auctions last year.” Those melting, chocolate-brown eyes, that wavy, blond hair, and that fabulous body. Yum! I’d sure bid on him! “I don’t know that I would call this a ‘date.’ It’s feeling more like coercion to me,” Calleigh replied. “Not to me! This is fascinating. What a place, what an experience. It’s like a spa or five-star hotel.” “We’ll see if you still say that in the car on Sunday night,” Calleigh said with a note of trepidation in her voice. “Jason has a court appearance this afternoon, and Trent said we should just go out to the pool and relax until it’s time for dinner.” A half hour later, both girls were settled on wicker chaises around the black-bottom swimming pool, mojitos in their hands. The infamous peacocks were strutting around the pool, tails on full display. “This is really beautiful. You did a marvelous job on this place, Calleigh! You should really be proud.” “Thanks. I was thrilled when we drove through the gate and I saw the gardens for the first time and how well the whole project came together. You know, I hadn’t seen it since the end of construction when I signed off on my Architect’s Certificate. Too bad few people will ever see it. It certainly is not going to be on the cover of Ocala Country Life or Florida Today! I can see the headline, ‘Tour a Central

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Florida BDSM Club.’” The only other person at the pool was a stunning redhead stretched out on one of the wicker chaise lounges. “Excuse me, girls. My name is Roberta Hamilton. My husband is one of the members, so I am familiar with the project. Did you say that you are the architect who designed Le Club?” she asked. She rolled over to pick up her margarita. “You did a fabulous job, my dear.” “Oh my, Mrs. Hamilton, you have a terrible sunburn,” Calleigh remarked. “Oh, honey, that’s not a sunburn!” She giggled. “Call me Robbie.” Calleigh blushed. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” “No problem. I take it you are both ‘newbies.’” She smiled. “I would be happy to answer any questions or concerns you might have. My husband and I are celebrating our twentieth anniversary this weekend. We usually come here once a month just to get away without being too far away, if you know what I mean. We have two teenagers at home, and you know how that can curtail any private life you might hope to have!” said the beautiful, fortyish woman with long red hair plaited in a French braid, green eyes, and a warm sprinkling of freckles. “Actually, this is our first visit here, and I am not sure it won’t be our last,” Calleigh said. “This is all really different. I don’t think I could live with this twenty-four-seven.” “I will just tell you to relax and enjoy the experience. If it’s not for you, then at least you will have something to tell your grandchildren…or maybe not!” She chuckled. “BDSM and this club are partly responsible for the wonderful marriage Mike and I have. If we didn’t have this getaway, I don’t know how we would relieve the stress. We don’t practice the Lifestyle at home. As I said, we have two teenage kids, their pets, all of their friends, the household staff, the farmhands, jockeys, trainers, exercise riders, veterinarians, farm manager, etcetera, coming and going at all hours. A lot of the staff

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live on the farm in staff housing. A stud farm and thoroughbred training facility operate twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five from before sunrise until nightfall, or later during foaling season.” “Sounds like a busy life,” Paula said. “What’s the name of your farm?” “Eden Creek Farm off Route 326 in the northwest corner of the county.” Paula was impressed. Eden Creek Farm was a five-hundred-acre farm that had bred more than a few of Ocala’s most famous thoroughbred race horses. Ocala, located in central Florida’s rolling green hills, was locally touted as the “Horse Capital of the World” and gave Lexington, Kentucky a run for its money. The town went nuts whenever there was a Florida horse in the Kentucky Derby. “Frankly, you don’t seem like a ‘submissive’ type of person,” Calleigh said tentatively. “Let me explain submission. Yes, I submit to my husband’s wishes and obey his orders when we are in a ‘scene,’ as he is the Dom. But I am the one with the power. If I say we don’t play, we don’t. If I don’t want to do something, we don’t. The submissive controls the relationship by what he or she is willing to accept. This is a consensual relationship, not an abusive relationship.” Calleigh sipped her mojito and asked, “So, this submission stuff doesn’t make you feel put upon or abused?” “No. My husband wants nothing more than my pleasure. I have to tell you that I have the best sex life of any of my friends, and I am forty-five and have been married twenty years.” Just then Michael Hamilton leaned over the back of the chaise and kissed his wife’s temple. He was tall and well muscled, but not bulky, with rather long, wavy, black hair and startling blue eyes. “Let’s go, woman. I have some plans for my slave. Want to take a stroll down to the square and have dinner at the Irish Pub?” Robbie winked and waved a quick good-bye as she rose to join

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her husband, who pulled her close to his side as they walked back to the house. “Well that puts a new light on things,” Paula said, an impish light in her eye. Paula realized that this was a woman worth knowing and calling a friend. She hoped they could develop a relationship. **** As the sun was setting, Robbie and Mike walked downtown to the old-fashioned town square, the centerpiece of which was a large white bandstand or gazebo. The beautifully landscaped square was surrounded by shops, restaurants, bars, and office buildings. The square was a well-known meeting place, but there were not many people out and about for a Friday evening. Mike grabbed Robbie’s hand and pulled her up into the deserted gazebo with a devilish grin. “I have always wanted to do it in the gazebo,” Mike said. “Oh no! No way! There are always people wandering around the square,” Robbie replied. “Maybe there’s a concert or something tonight.” The twinkly, white fairy lights decking the trees in the square had just come on, but the gazebo was in the shadows. “Oh come on, baby, that’s half the fun!” He took a quick look around. “But we’d better hurry,” he said as he sat on one of the benches and pulled her unceremoniously back into his lap, arranging the skirt of her short white sundress over the evidence. She was hot and ready. He had already pulled down his zipper, and his cock was standing at attention as he settled balls deep in her moist pussy. “I’d say don’t get your panties in a twist, but you’re not wearing any panties.” He grinned. Laughing, he kissed the back of her neck and began to gently rock her as she sighed with pleasure. “You feel like hot, wet silk, baby,” he crooned as he began to pump up into her, holding her steady against his chest. She arched back to take him in deeper, moaning in delight as he slammed into her again and again,

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harder and faster. She came with a moan muffled in the side of his neck as she jerked and spasmed her completion while he held himself still and deep, his cock spurting hot cum into her waiting womb. “You are crazy! You know that, don’t you?” she said when she could speak again. “But it’s a good kind of crazy.” Mike was always good for a laugh or “up” for an adventure. “Oh God, there are people parking their cars on the other side of the square! Hurry up! You goofball!” she squealed. “Now, baby, I can’t hurry up when my cock is buried in the sweetest pussy in Ocala!” he whispered in her ear. “Just sit still and act like nothing is going on.” “I am going to get you for this,” she sighed as his cock twitched inside her, and she plastered a bland smile on her face. The couples from the parked cars crossed the square in front of the gazebo on their way to the restaurants on the other side. Robbie smiled and said, “Hi, lovely evening, isn’t it?” She slowly and almost imperceptibly rotated her hips, driving Mike to another climax as he tried to keep a straight face. “Isn’t that sweet, Earl? Such a cute young couple cuddling in the bandstand on a lovely evening!” the older lady said as she took her husband’s arm with a smile. “Yup, they’re just cute as bunnies, Mabel.” Earl turned back to Robbie and Mike as they passed and winked as he tipped his ball cap. People in this town are just so darn friendly. Robbie grinned delightedly. “Happy twentieth anniversary, Mrs. Hamilton,” he said, smiling broadly. “Happy twentieth anniversary, Mr. Hamilton.” She giggled back. “Hungry?” Mike asked as he raised her to her feet, and she stood on unsteady legs. He carefully pulled her skirt down over her bottom. “Yes, but did you tuck that bad boy back in your jeans, or is he swinging in the breeze?” she asked with a saucy grin and a glance at his crotch.

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“I meant for dinner! But another round can be arranged if you’re up for it.” “You mean if you’re up for it!” She giggled. “Not a chance. Our next audience might come equipped with a squad car, whirling red and blue lights, and handcuffs. I don’t want to be hauled in for public lewdness!” In the Irish Pub, Robbie and Mike were seated in a corner booth in the rear. Robbie sat down and decorously crossed her legs and opened the menu. “Uncross those legs, sub,” he ordered with a growl in his low voice. “I want to enjoy my handiwork.” His talented fingers moved into her still-vibrating pussy under the cover of the tablecloth. “Yes, Master,” she hissed as she brought the menu up to cover her face as she came one more time. Isn’t life grand? She sighed.

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Chapter Eight “The members have voted seven to three that Ms. Roundtree is to be disciplined in the Playroom tomorrow night,” stated Anne Sutton, the manager of Le Club. “In the alternative, if she does not agree, they want to proceed with legal action, which I know would not be your preference. I think the fact that she was overheard talking to a member of the press, Ocala Country Life notwithstanding, really upset some applecarts.” “I had every intention of disciplining Ms. Roundtree for her lapse, but certainly not publicly. In my way and at a time determined by me. I am not comfortable with this,” Steele replied. “I was one of the three ‘no’ votes, of course, as I am sure Steele was. Who was the other?” Trent inquired. “Michael Hamilton also voted ‘no,’” Anne replied. The three were meeting in the administrative offices of the club on Friday afternoon. “Mistress Adrienne volunteered to administer the punishment if you are unwilling. She feels that you might not put enough effort into it. Of course, the ‘no more than ten strokes’ rule would apply no matter who the Dom is. ” “No way in hell. Calleigh’s my sub, and I will take care of it. Certainly no one else will touch her.” Steele was furious. “Certainly not Adrienne,” Trent exclaimed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if her subs had calluses on their butts! I do not know where she finds people who enjoy that level of discipline. I think she’s just this side of over the top.” “Maybe the other side of over the top. She is absolutely one of the more extreme members, that’s for sure,” Steele replied. “She has the

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‘punishment’ part down pat, it’s the ‘reward’ part she doesn’t seem to get. Why can’t we just get this over with tonight?” “Several of the members want to come in to be here for the punishment,” Anne replied. “I think they want to be sure it’s carried out in a ‘workmanlike fashion,’ you might say.” “You mean they want to be sure she gets a ‘good whippin’,’” Steele said with a frown. “I really don’t like this. This is supposed to be fun, not torture.” “I’m afraid there is no alternative. I have already taken a second poll to see if we could avoid this, but I couldn’t get anyone to change their vote. Adrienne is really the driving force behind this initiative, and she’s putting a lot of pressure on the members.” “Ms. Sutton, I have a list of all the members and their various contact numbers, if Mr. Steele would like a copy,” Kelly Anderson, Anne’s assistant, said. Kelly was tall and slender with large green eyes fringed with thick, black lashes. She was twenty-five years old and had shoulder-length, black hair cut in a bob style. She dressed conservatively and had a confident though modest demeanor. Jason smiled to himself. He knew that Kelly really did not get this BDSM business at all. She apparently couldn’t understand why anyone would want to do this to someone else or have it done to them. Although the job paid extremely well, and she seemed to like her position, she never participated in club activities, and she never called the members “master,” only “sir” or “mister.” If she was the least bit curious about BDSM, she never let on.

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Chapter Nine “Let’s go, baby girl. Time for some more training,” Steele said as he joined the girls at the pool. “Yes, Master Steele,” Calleigh replied with a trickle of excitement running down her spine. Calleigh rose from the chaise, rolled her eyes at Paula, and followed him into the house to the Southern Plantation Suite, a corner suite on the second floor. The suite was decorated in plantation style with heavy, carved mahogany furniture, beautiful oriental rugs, and original oil paintings. The suite looked like a layout from Southern Living magazine. “Don’t think I didn’t see that eye roll downstairs. I would advise you to adjust your attitude if you don’t want a spanking right now. Strip and assume the slave position,” he ordered in his domineering Master voice. “Yes, Master,” Calleigh said as she contemplated getting naked before him. What? No romance? No sweet nothings whispered in my ear? No caresses? She was not sure if this was going to be fun or not so much. “Now,” he growled. She hurried to comply, feeling scared but compelled to obey that voice. She stripped out of her bathing suit and knelt on the floor. Jason sighed under his breath as he saw her naked for the first time. She could see desire and appreciation in his eyes. “We have a couple hours until dinnertime, and I want to teach you some of the more pleasurable aspects of the Lifestyle. Remember, you are not to orgasm without permission or speak unless asked a direct question. Lie facedown on the bed in spread-eagle position. I am going to bind

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your hands and feet to the bed. I don’t want you to be afraid. Remember, trust me.” “Please, Jason, can’t we just…” “To whom are you speaking, sub?” “Please, Master Steele, I would be more com…” “Obey now. I am cutting you some slack here as you are new to this, but absolute obedience is mandatory,” he said as he put a wellplaced, smart slap on her right butt cheek. She jumped and squealed. “All right!” “All right what?” “Yes, Master Steele, I will obey.” Calleigh crawled up the side steps of the carved four-poster bed and spread her limbs out. She was totally humiliated as he placed two fluffy pillows under her belly, raising her butt in the air, legs spread wide. He proceeded to tie her hands and feet loosely to the posts of the bed with silk scarves. God, she felt so naked, so vulnerable, and so embarrassed. “You have the most beautiful ass I have ever seen,” he said. “I have been wanting to get my hands on you since we met almost two years ago. That Latin actress with the great ass has nothing on you. In fact, I think she should be worried.” “Oh, please. I have always hated having a big butt.” “Did I give you permission to speak?” he said as he gave her another smack. A lightning bolt of pleasure zinged directly to her pussy, unleashing a flood of cream. “We will be addressing your body-image issues this weekend. Believe me, by the time you leave here, you will love your big ass.” He grinned to himself. “It’s a perfect inverted-heart shape with plump, round cheeks. I love the way it tapers into your long, elegant back. Just gorgeous.” Calleigh heard him walk to the sitting area of the bedroom in front of the French doors and heard the loveseat creak. He must have sat down as next she heard him noisily rustling what sounded like a newspaper. “What? You’re just going to leave me here with my ass in

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the air?” “Slave, that was your last free pass. The next infraction will earn you a spanking. I am in charge of your pleasure and your pain, and we will proceed at my pace, not yours. Understand?” “Yes, Master Steele,” she gritted out. “Do I detect a note of sarcasm, subbie? Watch it—you’re in a perilous position,” he said, sounding amused at her spunky defiance. After a few more minutes, she heard him get up and walk to the bed. Sitting at her side, he slowly ran his big hand down her spine from nape to butt. “Beautiful. I am going to teach you something new today,” he said. “Arch your back and lift your ass up.” She squirmed, thoroughly uncomfortable in this totally exposed position, but there was an edge to her arousal now. “Trust me,” he repeated. He pinched her right cheek, and the little touch of pain pushed her further toward the edge. She complied, lifting up as he ran his hand over her ass in circular motions. Once she had followed his instructions he said, “Good girl. This won’t be so hard.” He ran his hand down between her cheeks and slid his fingers between the lips of her pussy. He continued to play, sliding his finger around her pouting, exposed nether lips, carefully avoiding her pulsing clit. Calleigh needed more. She shifted her bottom, trying to get him to touch her aching clit. She was restless and agitated. Calleigh had wanted Jason for two years, and now she was straining for the touch of his talented hands on her hot, wet pussy. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but she couldn’t help but respond to his dominant nature. “Stay still. Remember, my timing, not yours.” He slid one finger then two into her drenched channel and slowly withdrew them. Then plunging again and again as she strained upward on the bed, he alternated between teasing her lips and plunging into her yearning pussy as he nearly drove her to climax. “Remember, no coming until I give you permission.” “Oh, please, Master…I don’t know if I can wait.”

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“You have to wait. Clench your pussy, hold it, hold it.” He slid his thumb over her clit, and as she spasmed, he said, “Ok, now, come.” An orgasm the likes of which she had never experienced in her whole life rolled through Calleigh, bursting from her clenched pussy and surging through her arms and legs and out her fingertips, leaving her totally drained. She collapsed as the aftershocks continued to jolt her system. Steele reached over and released the slipknots restraining her limbs. She just continued to lay there, butt in the air, totally drained and unable to move. “Okay, baby, come here.” He lay down beside her and pulled her into his embrace. She rested her head on his shoulder. He nestled his hard cock in the crease of her fanny, and they both relaxed. “Better?” “Oh yes, Master.” “Just Jason now. Close your eyes, and take a little nap.” “But you still have your clothes on.” “I know, baby, I’ll undress in a few minutes. Just rest.” **** After she was asleep, Jason removed his clothes and lay on the bed, covering them both with a vintage, handmade quilt. Snuggling her in close, he relaxed. This is exactly where I want her to be. He had realized some time ago that his feelings for Calleigh ran a lot deeper than mere attraction. Maybe as deep as love? Jason had thought of her often during the last year, especially while he was putting the finishing touches on the Laurel Oak Project. He had hesitated to act on his feelings because he had not been sure how she would react to his interest in the BDSM Lifestyle. He had admired her intelligence and independence from the beginning of their working relationship, but he was coming to appreciate her warmth and sense of humor as well. It took long enough to get her here, and now I have this bullshit punishment to deal with tomorrow. That may just be the deal breaker.

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A little fanny smacking and good sex is one thing, a formal public flogging is another. They dozed, Calleigh wrapped in his protective arms. **** Calleigh awoke to the sensation of Jason’s truly impressive cock knocking for admittance at the entrance to her deliciously relaxed pussy. He’d had a continuous erection since that morning, so she wasn’t surprised that he needed relief. “Now?” She ran her hands down his wide chest, over his six-pack, and grasped his throbbing cock with both hands. “Yes, now,” he responded. “Roll over and open your legs wider.” He buried his shaft in her waiting pussy. He wrapped his muscular arms around her, fondled her pebbled nipples, and began a gentle rocking motion, slowly building the speed and intensity. He changed rhythms as she neared her climax each time, bringing her down then revving her up again. He brought her to the cusp of fulfillment and back down over and over again. He brought her to peak one final time and then followed her over the edge into oblivion. She rolled effortlessly from one stunning orgasm to the next. Finally, she lay still, too exhausted to move. She rolled over into his arms and said, “That was truly magnificent, Jason. I’ve never come like that before or had any experience this intense.” Am I a submissive? The thought had never entered her mind before. No, can’t be. Anyway, it’s only for the weekend. But if this is submission, I could get used to it. I’ve never felt such an intense closeness and feeling of safety in anyone else’s arms. “Stick with me, subbie, you have a lot to learn.” He grinned, smacked her fanny, and said, “Get up and get dressed, dinner is in an hour.”

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**** Meanwhile, Paula and Trent had been getting acquainted in the Sea Island Suite. All the suites were decorated in totally different styles. The Sea Island Suite had a cool, relaxing mix of coastal-style blues and greens offset by sunny yellow accents complementing unadorned teak furniture with clean, straight lines. The floors were shining bamboo with only occasional colorful sisal scatter rugs to break up the expanse. The huge bed was a teak, pencil-post fourposter with a matching padded bench at the foot. It stood like an island in the center of the bedroom and was draped in miles of dreamy, white mosquito netting. “This is lovely,” Paula exclaimed, “so open and bright. Really relaxing and tranquil.” Trent was having doubts about Paula. Not one for casual onenight stands, he preferred stable, ongoing relationships with a little kink thrown in for spice. He could train her in the Dom/sub discipline but was not sure he wanted to form an emotional connection with her. He wondered why she was curious enough about Le Club to abuse her friendship with Calleigh to get information. It seemed that she was using her friend, possibly for professional reasons. He wondered if she was looking to do some kind of exposé on the club, or maybe she was just a damn nosy bitch with an insatiable appetite for gossip, and a spoiled brat at that. He decided to push her boundaries a little and see what happened. Trent smiled his most charming smile and said, “Strip, sub, and lay down on the bed. I think we will start with a little sensory deprivation and sensation training. Put this black-out hood over your head. If you stay still I won’t bind your hands and feet.” “Whoa, Cowboy. Can’t we get to know each other a little first?” If she had hackles, they would be standing straight up now. “That would be Master Redding, sub. And that is exactly what I had in mind…getting to know each other. But you should remember that I give the orders, and you follow them.”

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“Okay, Master,” she said a bit resentfully. Paula did as ordered. Trent went to the ice bucket and put an ice cube on his tongue and rolled it around in his mouth. The bed dipped as he sat next to her. He fondled her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. He leaned over her breasts and pulled the nipple of first one and then the other into his mouth. Then she gasped as he sucked her left nipple, allowing the ice cube to chill her sensitive skin and the cold sensation to shiver through her in a direct line from her nipples to her pussy. “How do you like that, sub?” “It’s different, Master. Not like anything I’ve ever felt before.” Trent knew that he was not being charming and friendly and that Paula was not getting that warm and fuzzy feeling. “Roll over and spread your legs,” he commanded. After she complied, he took another ice cube and ran it down her spine and over her ass. “Stay still, sub,” he ordered as she started to squirm. Before she knew it, he had inserted something cold and hard into her vagina. It was like a tampon or suppository. It warmed to her body temperature quickly. Before she could protest or question him, she felt a gentle vibration and then a small shock. “It’s a bullet vibrator. I will carry the remote control in my pocket when we go to dinner. I can increase or decrease the sensation with the flick of my finger. I will increase the intensity if you please me or to refocus your attention should it stray from me, or I will use the light shock if you are disobedient or displease me in some way. Remember, you are not to come without permission. That is a reward you will have to earn.” Paula looked worried. Trent wasn’t surprised, as he knew that she would be getting pretty desperate after a few hours of the constant, low-level vibration. “And don’t think I won’t know if you do. Disobedience will be punished with a spanking,” he said. Although it was not true that he would know she had climaxed unless he saw her do it, she had no

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way of knowing that. He smacked her butt and said, “Get up and get dressed for dinner. We have an excellent chef, and I’m sure you will enjoy it.” He turned away quickly before she could see the erection bulging in the front of the close-fitting well-worn jeans. **** Paula was beginning to wonder if she would get to enjoy anything and just what it was she had to “earn.”

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Chapter Ten As Calleigh entered the formal dining room on Jason’s arm, she noticed that they attracted a lot of veiled looks. She wore a black silk wraparound dress with high “fuck me” pumps. Her long honey hair waved loosely over her shoulders. Jason wore elegantly tailored black slacks and black alligator cowboy boots with a casual, white linen jacket over an open-collared, white silk shirt. The contrast against his tanned skin and dark hair was striking. They made a stunning couple. Still, that’s a lot of attention in a room full of very attractive people. They were seated at a table for two in the back corner of the room. She had hoped to see Paula and Trent at dinner but noticed they were seated at another table for two some distance away. They were very engrossed in their discussion, although Paula seemed a little twitchy and uncomfortable. Oh well, we’ll catch up at the pool tomorrow. We’ll have lots to talk about. Steele and Calleigh ordered from the extensive menu. The club boasted a five-star chef on staff and a full commercial kitchen. Phillippe Leclair, the chef lured away from a local country club at great expense, was a true artist, and dinner was superb. The conversation was light, easy, and comfortable. They had more in common than she had thought, including a love of jazz and classic movies. Over coffee, Steele said tentatively, “We have something rather unpleasant to discuss.” She looked at him over her cup with an inquiring smile. This interlude was turning out to be much more pleasant than she had anticipated. “And what would that be, kind Sir?” She smiled. Her

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smile faded and became a look of horror as he explained about the vote of the members and the scheduled punishment. “There is nothing I can do about it except ask you to trust me to handle this in the best way I can and to protect you as best I can. You are my sub, and no one else is going to touch you. Your alternative is to use the safe word and leave the club, but then you would be opening yourself up to legal action on the breach of contract issue. Also, remember that you signed another confidentiality agreement and release.” “I can’t believe this. Is this the Middle Ages, and I’m a serf with no rights?” “No, baby, but you have upset a lot of very powerful, extremely wealthy people who do not want to have their darker sides revealed. Nor do they want this club endangered. All the members have made substantial investments is this property and they feel vulnerable and betrayed in that you were paid very generously for your work—far and above the going rate—and were only asked for your discretion. I am not trying to excuse them for this, as I feel it is barbaric as well. I am just trying to explain the situation. We are dealing with a lot of Dom personalities here, some of them not that stable—among them a judge, a state senator, and various attorneys, doctors, and businessmen. When I asked you to come to lunch today, I had no idea this would happen. If I had, I would not have brought you onto club property or allowed this to come to their attention. I feel responsible for that. But you should know that I had every intention of punishing you for your actions, just not publicly.” “I understand that I’ve caused a big problem here.” Calleigh sighed and looked away. Jason continued, “Each member of Le Club has contributed an initial investment of a million dollars and pays annual membership fees which are calculated to cover the substantial operating expenses and salaries of the employees. Some of the employees participate in the activities at the club, and some don’t, but all have signed

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confidentiality agreements as well. However, all of the employees are extremely loyal and discreet due to their excellent working conditions and high salaries. Several different decorators were used to furnish the five bedroom suites and common rooms. The members took care of furnishing the theme rooms and Playroom themselves. All of the furnishings, fixtures, and specialized equipment were custom-made or purchased online.” Oh my God. This is a nightmare. Do I go along and trust Steele or run like a rabbit? Should I stand up like a Valkyrie and take it? I realize I am not completely without fault in this situation. I just don’t know. I am scared to death. Despite the raging attraction Calleigh had felt for Jason over the many months they had worked together and the closeness brought on by their steamy sexual encounter, Calleigh still had doubts. She wanted to trust him, but this was a tremendous leap of faith, and she didn’t know if she could make that leap. “Let’s finish our coffee, and then I’ll take you to the Playroom. We can discuss this further and make a decision tomorrow. I want you to see what goes on in the Playroom so it won’t frighten you tomorrow.”

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Chapter Eleven The Playroom was a revelation. Calleigh looked around, and her jaw dropped. She had never imagined that the building she had designed would be put to such a use. The freestanding building located at the back of the estate was a BDSM playground. The outside had the look of a four-car garage that matched the residence. Inside was a two-story industrial space with blown insulation, skylights, exposed wiring and plumbing lines in the ceiling, and one long, mirrored wall. It contained all manner of strange equipment, padded tables and benches, chains hanging from the ceiling, and an “X” cross with restraints attached. There was a wall of whips, paddles, crops, straps, belts, cuffs, restraints, and other ominous instruments. She had no earthly idea how they were used. “I can’t believe my eyes,” she said. “Who would believe this?” “It’s really not all that unusual. There are BDSM clubs all over the world. Most of them are more elaborate than this. Don’t forget, this one only caters to the needs of ten people and their guests, and the occasional member from an affiliated club in New Orleans or Key West. I personally rarely use this facility. I prefer the privacy of the various theme rooms and suites.” There were several people milling about and using the various pieces of equipment. One woman was chained to the wall and was being beaten with a short-handled whip having several plaited strips. She was moaning in ecstasy as her Dom simultaneously finger-fucked her pussy. Another was bent over a spanking bench with her arms and legs restrained while her Dom applied a thick leather paddle to her backside. And the outfits! They were totally beyond the pale. One

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man wore black leather pants with no crotch and had an enormous hard-on. He was dragging along a young man on a dog leash wearing nothing but black leather straps crisscrossing around his body and over his erect penis. “Good evening, John,” Steele said pleasantly to the Dom, ignoring the sub. “Not too busy in here tonight.” “No, the big excitement is set for tomorrow night,” he replied, not realizing that Steele’s companion was tomorrow night’s big excitement. Calleigh paled and started to shake. Steele put his arm around her shoulder and whispered, “Breathe. It will be okay.” At that moment a woman entered the Playroom with two Dobermans and two subs on leashes, one a female and one a male. The woman was probably around fifty years old and wore a black leather bustier, black leather shorts, black fishnet stockings, black high-heeled boots, and carried a riding crop. Actually, she looks pretty good for her age. Her female sub wore a black leather bra with nothing at all on the bottom except red stripes on her ass. The male sub wore nothing but black ropes tied around his torso and also had the requisite red stripes. The dogs, however, were beautifully groomed and well behaved. “Mistress Adrienne,” Steele acknowledged. “Steele. Is this the little problem sub with the loose lips?” she inquired. “I am going to petition the Board to be the one to deliver her punishment tomorrow.” She grinned at Calleigh with a feral glint in her eye. “I think you are too emotionally involved to do her justice.” “That is not going to happen, Adrienne. Calleigh is my sub, and as you know, I do not share or play well with others,” he replied with a steel-edged voice. “Believe me, I will topple this house of cards before I let you or anyone else touch her.” Adrienne scowled. “Well, slave, I hope you learn your lesson tomorrow. If Steele has any balls, it should be interesting,” she said and started to walk away. Calleigh started toward her, but Steele

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restrained her. “Better not to say anything right now,” he counseled. “Miserable old bitch. I know who she is. No wonder she’s in an uproar. Her position as grande dame of Ocala society would definitely be in jeopardy if her membership in this club got out. She should wear that outfit to the Denim and Diamonds Ball! I know she’s a force to be reckoned with, and she could definitely hurt my business if she put her mind to it, but her reputation could get tarnished as well.” Calleigh shuddered. “Anne Sutton told me that Adrienne Vieira was the instigator of this punishment situation. I would bet my last dollar that she won’t back down. It’s unwise to cross her. She’s one of Ocala’s leading society matrons and known at the club to be a vicious Domme. She’s the very wealthy widow of a judge from an old and prominent Ocala family. Her home is one of the showpieces of the Historic District and is open to the public for the annual Ocala Home Tour. Adrienne wields a tremendous amount of power in the community, both socially and politically, and it would not be wise for either of us to ignore her. She’s the proverbial big frog in a small pond.” “I wonder what the church ladies, bridge ladies, and charity auction ladies would think if they could see the sadistic old bitch now!” “As you can see, you have stirred up a real hornet’s nest, and I don’t want to see you get stung. I am going to make some phone calls tomorrow and see if I can sway any of the members to change their votes. I only need to change two minds. If all else fails, I will deliver a light whipping that looks a lot worse than it is. I know how to pull my strokes, and I’m deadly accurate.” “You have no idea how that relieves my mind,” Calleigh said sarcastically. “Watch the ’tude, subbie. You are in this mess due to your own actions, not mine. Your butt is in my capable hands.”

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Chapter Twelve Saturday morning dawned clear and bright and found Calleigh, Paula, and Robbie at the pool. “Honey, Mike told me about what’s been going on, and I am so sorry you are in this pickle. I want you to know he voted against the punishment.” Paula piped up, “This is ridiculous. I can’t believe this could happen here. Trent told me all about it last night. For Heaven’s sake, you hardly told me anything.” She continued with a frown, “On another subject, I have to say—I don’t know about Trent. He’s charming as all get out but emotionally distant, and I don’t think he really likes me.” Robbie replied, “Trent? He’s a honey bear. I just adore him. You must be mistaken.” “I don’t know, guys. We slept together, but he didn’t make love to me. He said I had to ‘earn my rewards.’ He had a hard-on the size of Texas this morning when I woke up, and I sort of rubbed my bottom against it before he knew I was awake, just to see what would happen, but he just bounced out of bed, hit the shower, and said he was going to work out. I think I’m the only one around here not getting any! I’m a slave in a sex club and frustrated as all get out! That’s just not right!” “He must have a plan, dear. That does not sound like the studly doctor,” Robbie replied. “Speaking of studly, my crazy husband got frisky in the gazebo in the square last night—we got caught in the act by the cutest little elderly couple. She had no clue, but the old gent knew exactly what we were doing! He winked and tipped his hat! I thought I would die!” She giggled.

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Calleigh returned to the question at hand. “Girls! I don’t know what to do. If I don’t go along, I will be in serious legal trouble. Steele said he wouldn’t let me really be hurt, but I’m scared. The only time I’ve ever been paddled is when we pledged the sorority freshman year, and I have a feeling this is a whole different animal. He’s making phone calls this morning to try to sway a couple more votes. I guess we will see.” “You know,” Robbie said, “if you have to go through with this, you should treat it like a ‘scene,’ you know, camp it up and try to look like you enjoy it, wear a costume of some kind, maybe a schoolgirl uniform or something like that. That would really get their boxers in a bunch!” “Boxers and panties,” Calleigh replied. “I know. Mike said the driving force behind this whole madness is Adrienne Vieira. She has everyone else worked up. She’s a piece of work. I can tell you that. The things I have seen her do would curl your hair! Once I saw her paddle both of her subs and then make them have sex with each other!” “She wants to be the one to ‘deliver my punishment.’ I’d really like to get my hands on her! See how she’d like a good old-fashioned butt whipping,” Calleigh exclaimed. “I’d like to help her discover her ‘submissive’ side!” “Oh, that would be delicious!” Robbie exclaimed. “Let’s see, what could we do? I know, we could reserve the School Room and Principal’s Office and lure her there somehow, and then tie her up.” “Wait a minute! You can’t be serious. I was just blowing off steam here,” Calleigh replied. “As much as I despise her, I don’t think I could actually participate in anything like that. I could never hurt or humiliate another person like that no matter how mad I was.” Just then Steele came striding down the walkway to the pool. “I’m sorry, baby. I was only able to sway one vote, so it’s six to four in favor. Let’s go upstairs. We have to talk.”

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**** “You know, Robbie, even if Calleigh doesn’t want anything to do with this, I still think Adrienne deserves a taste of her own medicine. I know Calleigh was just blowing off steam, but this could actually work. I really feel bad that I might have gotten Calleigh into this situation.” Paula was feeling a little guilty about this whole episode. “Well, how would you feel about going ahead with the plan and not telling Calleigh about it?” Robbie asked. “We could tell Adrienne Calleigh liked her punishment so much that she wants another one, only from someone with a ‘firmer hand.’” Paula thought about it for a moment. Calleigh was a soft-hearted, sweet-natured person, and Paula knew she could never be a part of a revenge plot like this. On the other hand, Paula was fiercely loyal and protective of her friends. She and Calleigh had been best friends for many years, and she was not about to let someone hurt and humiliate her best friend and get away with it! “Yes, I think we should plan it out and see if it could work.” “I could reserve the room for tomorrow morning, how about 11:00? That would give us time to get up, have breakfast with the guys, and get into costume,” Robbie replied. Paula piped in, “We could get those schoolgirl uniforms Trent told me about from Wardrobe. Those short, pleated skirts with the white panties showing underneath are so cute. What a kick that would be!” “Okay, I say we go for it,” Robbie exclaimed. “Let’s think about this for a minute, Robbie. Could we get in trouble?” Paula asked tentatively, having second thoughts. “Calleigh does not need any more trouble, and frankly, neither do we.” “I don’t see how. Adrienne’s bound by a confidentiality agreement and release as well, and she would be coming to the room of her own free will. She could use the safe word if she was willing to be totally ridiculed and banned from the club for a month. Members

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aren’t banned permanently for using the safe word,” she explained. She giggled delightedly. “That’s actually one of my favorite scenes— the naughty schoolgirl and the stern principal. Or even better! Sister Immaculata gets visited by a grown student bent on revenge for the many paddlings she gave him! We could ask Adrienne to come dressed as Sister Immaculata! What a hoot!” “Let’s go for it! We can always change our minds at the last minute and leave ‘Sister’ hanging,” Paula said. Just thinking about a grand revenge on behalf of her friend lightened her mood and eased her mind. The best revenge is served cold, as they say. **** Jason was thinking and pacing back and forth in the living room of the suite while he waited for Calleigh to change her clothes. All the talking in the world wouldn’t make a difference if Calleigh couldn’t make the leap of faith and trust him. He was coming to realize just how much that trust meant to him. She had been in his mind and heart for over two years, and he didn’t want to lose this opportunity to cement their relationship. What about that collar with the pink diamond heart I bought on a whim last year and put away in my safe? What was that all about? He hadn’t really fully explained that purchase to himself. **** When Calleigh finally joined him, Steele was seated in a brocade wingchair, and now Calleigh began pacing back and forth across the living room. “I don’t know, Steele. I’m scared.” “Do you honestly think I would really hurt you? Yes, your ass will be red and sore, and then it will be over with for good and all, no further legal problems hanging over your head. We’ll deal with this together. Do you trust me?”

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“Yes, I trust you,” she replied with a tremor in her voice, and she realized that deep down where it counted she really did trust him. “I know that the spanking play up until now was just for fun and pleasure. This is something entirely different. You have to know that this isn’t easy for me, Jason. We have known each other for a long time, and I have to admit I think I had a little crush on you. We worked well together and enjoy each other’s company, at least I enjoy yours,” she corrected herself. “I thought we really connected at dinner last night. Not to mention, umm…” The color rose in her cheeks as she remembered the stunning orgasm she had had. “We seem sexually compatible.” “I’ll say,” he interrupted. “But this is really scary.” Calleigh sat down in a chair across from Jason. “Robbie said we should camp it up and really yank their chains. I should wear a school uniform and play naughty schoolgirl just so they know they didn’t have the last word and scare the shit out of me!” “That’s my girl,” he said, clearly trying to encourage her. “I feel terrible that you are so frightened. I know how awful this is for you.” His sympathetic reaction did not make her feel any less afraid, but it did reveal a side of him that she really liked. She was starting to feel warm and fuzzy when he snapped her back to reality. “There has only been one punishment delivered here before. A Dom was disciplined for exceeding the ten-stroke limit and injuring a sub. He’s no longer a member,” he said. “Before you are bound to the spanking bench, you will be told to pick out the instrument—crop, paddle, cane, strap, belt, etcetera.” “What should I pick? The paddle?” “No, that curved leather paddle will sting like a bitch, and I can’t manipulate it as well. I believe it’s Adrienne’s favorite. Better to choose the short-handled strap. I can control the strokes more easily with that. I don’t want any overlapping strikes to leave welts. It’s really all about the drama, baby.”

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“Oh. My. God.” “Come here, subbie. Such a brave girl! How about some positive reinforcement training,” he said with a growl. “Strip and assume the position.” “Yes, Master Steele,” she said as she stripped off her clothes and kneeled before him, head bowed. Looking up, she smiled into his smoky gray eyes and, reaching for his zipper, she asked, “May I, Master?” Calleigh wanted to express her trust and commitment in a physical way, to give Jason the gift of her submission and maybe even her heart. “Yes, slave.” Slowly she eased the zipper down and his engorged cock sprang free. His shaft, long and thick, pulsed in her hand. Calleigh took his beautiful, hard cock in her mouth, savoring the masculine taste and scent of him, slowly running her tongue around the glans and over the slit at the tip. She licked the small, pearly drop waiting there. Carefully, she took him fully into her mouth, sucking with a gentle pressure, easing his length in and out, swirling her tongue over the head. Moving faster, then slower, then harder, then softer, she brought him to the edge of completion then eased back again over and over as he had done to her. Teasing, keeping the final satisfaction just out of reach, she played with him. She took his balls gently into her mouth and softly tongued them with little butterfly strokes, then returned her attention to his cock. “Too much, baby, I’m gonna come.” A burst of hot semen shot into her mouth, and she swallowed the precious seed greedily, loving the feel, touch, and smell of him. She held him in her mouth as he slowly softened, savoring the feeling of peace and contentment. Steele leaned back, looking boneless and replete with pleasure. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her slowly and fully, tasting his seed on her tongue. Rising easily from the chair with her in his arms, he strode to the bedroom and gently deposited her on the bed, joining her to cuddle and nap the afternoon away.

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**** Steele and Calleigh dined on the private veranda of the suite, not wanting to appear in public prior to the evening’s event. She was too nervous to enjoy the meal. “I’m coming out of my skin!” she exclaimed. “I wish this was over with.” “Me too, baby. I’m as nervous over this as you are.” “I doubt that, Steele. It’s not your ass on the line.” Calleigh was terrified of not only the pain to come but also the public humiliation. She would be stripped naked and beaten in front of a room full of strangers. The only way she could get through this would be her total and complete trust in Jason. “Actually, it is…as your beautiful ass belongs to me. I’m not inclined to share it with anyone else, visually or otherwise, ever again.” God, it’s true. This is my woman, and I have been waiting a long time for her. It was obvious to him now that Calleigh had been the reason several of his promising relationships had fizzled before they had really gotten started. He realized that in his heart he had been waiting for her all along, and now he had to participate in this “witch hunt” or worse with the woman he was beginning to think he was in love with. Calleigh blinked, looking surprised. “I didn’t know you felt that way, Jason, that you had such strong feelings for me. I have to admit that my feelings for you have been growing stronger and stronger as well.” **** In the Sea Island Suite, Paula and Trent were relaxing on the veranda. “Come on, sub, let’s try some more sensation training— explore your outer limits,” Trent said as he drew her over to the foot of the bed. Well, maybe I am actually about to have some fun.

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“Pull up your skirt, kneel on the bench, and bend over the foot of the bed,” he directed, Well, maybe not. She hesitated. “Master, I’m really not comfortable…” “I don’t remember asking you if you were comfortable, sub. Now follow orders or use your safe word and leave,” he ordered. “I won’t use my safe word and leave Calleigh here alone!” “Since when are you concerned about Calleigh?” he asked. “As far as I can tell that has not been a priority. Now,” he continued, “I think it’s time you learned to ride the ‘fickle finger of fate.’” “What is the ‘fickle finger of fate,’ Master?” she asked as a jolt of apprehension, tempered by pleasure, speared straight to her pussy, unleashing a flood of moisture. “Bend over, crack a smile, and find out!” When she reluctantly did as instructed, he slowly ran his hands over her bare bottom and wet pussy, spreading her cheeks and pussy lips. “When I insert my finger in your pussy, you have permission to pleasure yourself but not to come. You are the slave so you will do the work,” he said as he gave her upraised butt a smart slap and inserted something finger shaped but covered in little nubs with a rubberlike texture into her pussy. “My God, Master, what is that?” she gasped. “Just a little sensation enhancement,” he replied as he lightly stroked her clit with his thumb. “Now, move your butt, sub.” Tentatively, Paula began to rotate her hips against the textured finger he kept inserted in her pussy. The sensation was intense, but as she tried to apply more pressure, he lightened the contact. She pumped more vigorously, but he retreated, keeping satisfaction just out of reach. “You need to learn patience, sub. You need to earn your rewards.” He stroked a moistened finger over her tiny puckered anus and she bucked. “Please, Master, don’t do that.” “Quiet, sub. You will get used to this. Maybe tomorrow we’ll

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have you wear a butt plug and start to stretch those anal muscles. What do you think?” he said. “I don’t think I’ll like that, Master,” she replied. “We’ll see.” His finger came out of her sucking pussy with a pop as he disengaged. “Please, Master, don’t stop yet. I need…” “Not today, sub,” he said with a grimace. With a sigh, Paula knew she was not going to get off tonight either, and that was just not right! As she stood up, Paula noticed that his cock was rock hard and he had a tense look on his face. She wondered why, with his desire for her evident, he was denying both of them the release they craved.

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Chapter Thirteen At 8:30, dressed in the short schoolgirl uniform with the requisite frilled, white panties, saddle shoes, and kneesocks, her hair in two pigtails, Calleigh accompanied Steele to the Playroom. The room was crowded with club members and their subs, club staff, and dungeon monitors, all in a wide variety of BDSM attire. To Calleigh it looked like Halloween on steroids, and not in a good way! She was as on edge and as nervous as she had ever been in her life. Steele was in full Dom mode, wearing low-slung, tight black jeans and black alligator cowboy boots, and his broad, dark-haired chest was bare. He kept his hand around her arm and steered her toward the spanking bench that had been placed in the center of the room and lit with a bright spotlight. The bench resembled a sawhorse with heavy padding across the top and was secured to the floor for stability. Calleigh’s heart rate accelerated and worms of dread crawled in her belly, but she put on a good front, swaying her hips under the hem of the extremely short plaid skirt, as she was led into the circle of light. “Pick your instrument of punishment and bring it to your Master,” she was ordered by the Dungeon Master. “Yes, Sir. The strap, please.” She walked over to the wall and took the strap down. It felt heavy and ominous in her hand. “Kiss the lash, deliver it to your Master, and ask for your punishment,” the Dungeon Master continued. “Do you have anything to say before your punishment is administered?” “No, Sir.” Calleigh kissed the strap and handed it to Steele. “Please punish me as I deserve, Master.” From the corner of her eye she saw Mistress Adrienne and her two subs standing in the inner

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circle around the bench. She also saw Michael and Robbie Hamilton and Trent and Paula. She bent over the spanking bench, arms and legs spread wide, her white, frilled panties pulled down below her butt and the pleated skirt raised to her waist. The two dungeon monitors secured her to the side bars with padded leather cuffs. Calleigh felt completely vulnerable, butt in the air, pussy exposed. This was so much worse than any slaps to her bottom administered by Steele in the suite. Steele stepped up behind her and she knew he was warming up the chamomile and mint oil in his hands, as he had promised he would, before he anointed her bottom, massaging the slick oil into her trembling cheeks and over her exposed pussy to protect her delicate skin. Next, as he had told her he would, he tested the suppleness of the strap, snapping it between his large hands, and took several practice swings at the legs of the bench. The sound cracked in the air and made her jump. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Breathe, baby, remember it’s all about the drama.” “Master Steele, please begin the punishment. Sub, count your strikes,” the Dungeon Master intoned. Even though Steele stealthily pulled the blow at the last moment, the first cracking lash of the strap landed dead center across the right cheek of her bare bottom before she had fully prepared herself. She yelped! “Count the strikes, sub,” the Dungeon Master reminded her. “One, Master.” Her butt stung, but as the heat spread across her ass and down into her pussy, she realized the smack of the strap was not as painful as she had anticipated. Steele had told her he would position each new strike to the outer edge of the one before, and she could feel as he alternated sides that the strikes never overlapped. Shit, he is damn accurate. She gritted her teeth against another stinging thwack. By the time he had administered five cracking lashes of the strap, her inflamed ass was red hot as her pussy gushed cream. This is oddly arousing, but I wouldn’t want to make a habit of it. By the time nine lashes had been administered and counted out, she knew her butt was

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red from top to bottom and side to side. “Nine, Master,” she whimpered, “one more, please.” The final strike was delivered along the crack of her butt, the supple tip of the lash just nipping the pouting lips of her throbbing pussy. She screamed as the orgasm that had been building ripped through her system. She moaned her pleasure as each spasm exploded with sizzling intensity from her womb outward through her entire body. Steele bent down and released the restraints binding her arms and legs. He picked her up in his arms and strode from the Playroom. “We’re done here. It’s over, baby.”

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Chapter Fourteen The observers who had been holding their collective breath began to disperse. Trent turned to Paula in time to see her hooded eyes glaze over as her self-induced orgasm rocked through her system, and she withdrew her damp fingers from beneath her short denim skirt. His face hardened as he said, “I don’t believe I gave you permission to come, sub. Did you enjoy your best friend’s pain and humiliation?” “No, Master. I’m sorry! I know I didn’t have your permission to come, but I couldn’t help myself.” “Couldn’t stop yourself from fingering your pussy to climax? I’m extremely disappointed and disgusted. There will be repercussions, sub.” “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I really couldn’t help myself…” “To whom are you speaking?” he asked with a thunderous look. “I’m sorry, Master. Please forgive me.” “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to or who needs to forgive you.” Mistress Adrienne and her subs stopped in front of Trent. “It looks like this one needs a good whipping as well, Trent. She’s very disrespectful. Let me know if you need any help with that,” she said as she turned to leave the Playroom, dragging her subs after her. “I think you two need some discipline. What do you think?” She cackled. ****

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As they moved to leave, Robbie turned to her husband and said, “Babe, I need a minute to speak to Adrienne—Women’s Club business.” “Sure, honey. I’ll see you back in the suite.” “Mistress Adrienne, may I please have a moment?” Robbie requested respectfully. “What is it, Roberta? I’m in a hurry to give these recalcitrant subs some much-needed attention.” “Mistress, Calleigh asked me to request that you meet her in the School Room tomorrow at 11:00 as she desires to experience a paddling from someone with a firmer hand than Steele. She feels that his emotional attachment to her impedes his performance in this area.” “Does she? Well I would be happy to show her what a real paddling feels like. I am sure she will greatly enjoy it. I thought Steele went too easy on her tonight as well.” Adrienne smirked. “Thank you, Mistress Adrienne. I will let her know that she is to attend you in the School Room tomorrow morning. Could you possibly wear the Sister Immaculata costume? It would mean so much more to her, as she was a Catholic school student.” “Certainly. I can do that.” As Adrienne turned and left the Playroom, Robbie pumped a victory fist into the air. “I love it when a plan comes together!”

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Chapter Fifteen Steele placed Calleigh on the bed facedown and removed the school uniform. “Be still. I’ll get the skin cream.” Calleigh relaxed for the first time in two days. The nightmare is over. Thank God. I think this has been the longest day of my life! Sheer relief flooded through her body and she sighed, releasing more tension. Calleigh was relieved that the faith she had put in Jason had not been misplaced. He had handled it just as he had promised. While she had been attracted to him and had admired him as an attorney, she now felt an intimate, heart-deep connection and depth of trust that had not existed before. She knew from working with him over the many months they had collaborated on the plans and specs for the club that he had a strong moral compass and terrific work ethic. While he had strong family connections in the community, he was responsible for his own success. She began to realize that there was nothing about him that she didn’t like. Am I in love? Steele rubbed a soothing skin balm on Calleigh’s sore, red bottom. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?” “I’m okay. Sore. Glad this is over,” she replied. “Do you think you could just hold me?” “Oh, baby, of course,” he said as he laid on the bed beside her, gathering her into his strong arms. She went limp as she rested against his shoulder, and tears began running down her cheeks for the first time as she continued to relax. “Come on now, it’s over, please don’t cry,” he said. He gently rubbed the tears from her cheeks and tenderly kissed her eyelids. “Okay, Master.”

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“No more ‘Master’ today. I’m pretty sick of him myself.” Steele ran his hand down her back, soothing and petting, from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine, being careful not to hurt her bottom. He just held her for several minutes and then, rising, began to undress. He got back on the bed. “Come here and rest on your side against me,” he said as he pulled her into the spoon position against his chest and pulled a quilt over them. After a few minutes of cuddling, Calleigh tentatively rubbed her hand over her butt, feeling the heat in her poor bottom. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be…still hot…I’m hot, my pussy is absolutely soaking. “Do you think we could make love? Just, you know, regular vanilla sex?” “That would be my absolute pleasure, baby. Are you sure you’re up to it?” “If you don’t relieve some of this pressure, I am going to explode,” she replied, wiggling her bottom against his hardening cock. “I’m embarrassed to say that turned me on big time. Who would have thought it?” “A lot of people find a little pain pleasurable. The tension and anxiety can be very stimulating. The trick is to not let it get out of hand. It has to be a mutual pleasure, not one party hurting the other for his or her own satisfaction.” He pulled her back against his chest and slowly slid his erect member down her butt crack and into her flowing juices. With tender slowness, he rubbed his hard cock over her lower lips, stroking back and forth, circling her engorged clit with the head of his cock. He entered her, and the muscles of her hot pussy clenched as he began a rocking motion. Seating his cock deeply, he withdrew almost to the point of disengaging then plunged back in slow and easy, hitting her G-spot and sending her closer and closer to completion. He made her feel exquisite. His movements gained in strength and speed, bringing her toward orgasm. Her release was sweet but powerful, and he followed her over the precipice into nirvana. He reached down and

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kissed her shoulder, pulling her closer as his imbedded cock twitched in her still-pulsing pussy. “Sleep, baby.” **** A powerful feeling of tenderness overcame him—tenderness and keen relief to have safely navigated the obstacles of the last two days. I love this woman, and I have for quite some time.

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Chapter Sixteen “Let’s go upstairs. We’re going to deal with this now,” Trent said menacingly as he strode off, clearly expecting her to follow obediently. A tingle of dread traveled down Paula’s spine to her pussy. Fun and games are one thing, but I’m not seriously into this discipline thing. “Look, I’m sorry I upset your ‘waa’ in there. I just sort of found my fingers in my pussy—I didn’t mean anything by it,” she said as she trailed reluctantly after him into the suite. “Anyway, it was your fault. I’ve been frustrated as hell for the last two days!” “Do you feel you bear any responsibility for what happened down there tonight? Or are you completely oblivious to the fact that your disregard for your friend’s legal obligations and your arrogance and selfishness were the consummate cause of this?” “What do you mean? I didn’t cause this,” she stuttered, horrified. “No? Relentlessly nagging to get your way, all for a little bit of gossip? Or was it for another more ‘professional’ reason? Not to mention masturbating while your friend was being punished. I find your callous disregard for Calleigh reprehensible. Come here.” “No! Why?” She had a bad feeling about this. “I am going to spank your ass.” “You can’t do that!” “I can and I will,” he said hotly. “Lay across my lap. You will either obey or use your safe word. Decide now. If you leave, you will just prove my point and your cowardice.” “Calleigh signed the original confidentiality agreement, not me,” she whined.

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“But you knew about it and continued to try to wheedle information out of her. Don’t bother to deny it. I overheard your conversation at Starbucks.” “You! Then Calleigh’s punishment was your fault, not mine. You ratted her out.” “So you continue to deny responsibility? I think you need some responsibility applied to your butt with the palm of my hand. Don’t keep me waiting, Paula. If I have to come over there and get you, I will double your punishment. You will take responsibility for your part in this now.” Paula approached him with misgivings. He pulled her across his lap, bare butt in the air, short denim skirt pushed to her waist. “You really think this was my fault, and this is not just some sex game?” she asked over her shoulder. She was starting to have doubts. “Do you really think it was not your fault?” Trent asked in disbelief. “Well, maybe…a little. I have been feeling a little uncomfortable about this whole punishment thing.” “You’re about to feel a lot more uncomfortable. Now be still.” “Can we talk about this?” “We just did,” he said with a hard edge to his voice as his hand came down hard on her ass. The first smack was an eye-opener. Paula jumped and yelped as the sting and heat radiated over her entire butt. “No, stop, please, Master,” she cried, but she did not utter the safe word as in her heart she knew she deserved a good spanking. “I’m sorry! It was partly my fault…” Again and again his hand came down with a resounding smack across her upraised butt until she knew it was cherry red. “Partly?” he asked. “Mostly,” she admitted with tears streaming down her face as she squirmed under his firm hand. “I’ll make it up to her, I promise. I’ll apologize.” “That’s it then,” he said. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He ran

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his hands over her bottom, up her back to soothe her, and over her wet pussy to inflame her. He set her on her feet. “Tomorrow morning you will apologize to Calleigh.” He picked her up, moved with her to the veranda, and sat down on a wicker rocking chair, rocking in a soothing rhythm. She felt strangely compliant, relaxed and aroused at the same time. This was all very confusing. “Human sexuality is fascinating,” he said. “The elements of voyeurism and exhibitionism inherent in Calleigh’s experience tonight contributed to her violent orgasm in the Playroom, and I think it was also responsible in part for your unseemly response as well.” “You mean it wasn’t my fault, but you punished me for it anyway? That hardly seems fair.” She was indignant! He has a lot of nerve! “You were, however, culpable for your other misdeeds. You’re a spoiled brat. Were you wondering why we haven’t had sex? I wanted to be sure that our moral compasses were in sync before we became sexually and emotionally involved. I did not like the way you treated your friend, and I didn’t think I wanted an intimate connection with you.” “Morals? This is a sex club,” she replied with a huff. “You mean you don’t think I’m good enough for you to sleep with—that’s the big ‘reward’ I need to earn? Of all the arrogant bullshit!” “And you think that because this is a sex club I don’t have a certain standard of behavior for myself as well as my friends and lovers? What goes on here is consensual, for the mutual pleasure of the participants, role playing. For the most part, it’s a game. I would never betray or use a friend.” “And you think I did? That I intentionally used Calleigh? Maybe my actions were imprudent, foolish, maybe a little selfish as ‘inquiring minds want to know,’ but I would never hurt my friend or use her for personal gain. We’ve been best friends since college! And

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what did you mean by ‘professional’ reasons? ” “Are you telling me you did not intend to do an exposé on the club?” “Of course not! I didn’t know there was anything to expose. Besides, that would be using a friend unfairly and putting her in considerable legal jeopardy, and I would never do that. We’re talking Ocala Country Living here—not The Washington Post—Deep Throat!” He was quiet for a moment while he thought over what she had just said. “Maybe we’ve had a bit of a misunderstanding,” he said reflectively, as if considering her response. “Ya think? What about all that ‘trust and communication’ bullshit?” she sniped, not willing to let him off so easily. “Don’t push your luck, subbie. I could have let Adrienne provide your evening’s entertainment,” he said as he tried to nuzzle her neck. “Don’t even think I am interested in fooling around with you.” “Let’s see,” he said as he ran his hand under her skirt and found her drenched pussy. “Seems pretty friendly under here. Let’s go to bed. It’s been a hell of a day.” “Fuck yourself! And I do mean that literally! I’m not good enough? I don’t know if I am ever going to forgive you for this.” “Forgive me? You earned every bit of that spanking.” “God, you’re dense!” You hurt my feelings much more than you hurt my butt. I’ll be damned if I’ll forgive you in this lifetime! I can hold a grudge with the best of them! He would see for himself after she and Robbie took their revenge on Calleigh’s behalf tomorrow that she was a good and loyal friend and not arrogant and selfish, just a little misguided. **** Trent now had to question himself and his motives. Had he been too hard on Paula, too unforgiving and uncompromising? It wasn’t

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Chapter Seventeen The four met at 9:00 for breakfast on the veranda. The flowers were still covered with dew, and the peacocks were strolling the paths of the garden. Calleigh and Steele were enjoying huge cups of coffee with orange scones dripping warm butter and homemade orange marmalade when Trent and Paula joined them. “Calleigh, let me just say first that I’m really sorry about you getting in all this trouble. Trent has pointed out, rather forcefully, that I am partly responsible because of my relentless badgering. Also, secondly, I’m sorry I had a physical reaction to your punishment. I don’t know what came over me. I just couldn’t help myself.” Calleigh could see the distress on her friend’s face. “Honey, don’t feel bad. It’s over and done with, thank goodness,” she replied. “For Heaven’s sake, I got so turned on myself I had a screaming orgasm in front of all those people. It was mortifying! But it’s on to bigger and better things.” She winked at Paula. “Why don’t you get into your bathing suit and meet Robbie at the pool. To be truthful, I’m still sore and tired. Besides, I’m really embarrassed and don’t want to face anyone yet. I think I’ll go back to the suite and relax on the veranda with a book for awhile.” Steele reached over and kissed Calleigh lightly on the mouth. “While you girls do your thing, Trent and I are going to the gym. See you for lunch.” Calleigh watched curiously as Trent just quirked his eyebrow at Paula and gave her a tentative smile, but she turned a cold shoulder. Interesting…

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**** Paula found Robbie already at the pool reading a magazine. She had a large bag at her feet. “Two uniforms to go!” she chirped with an excited grin. “Are we really going to do this?” Paula asked. “Bet your ass!” Robbie replied. When the “two schoolgirls” arrived at the School Room promptly at 11:00, they found Adrienne, attired as Sister Immaculata, enthusiastically paddling the bare bottoms of her two subs, similarly attired in school uniforms. “I just thought I’d warm up for Calleigh,” she said with a sly grin. “Where is she? I thought she was eager for a new experience.” “She’ll be here in a minute,” Paula said as she approached the spanking bench at the front of the room. Suddenly Robbie and Paula grabbed Sister by the arms and wrestled her over the bench and quickly secured her flailing arms and legs. “Let me go! You have no idea who you are dealing with! This is outrageous! You can’t do this to me,” she screamed. Adrienne’s subs stood there with open mouths. “Help me, you two. Don’t just stand there!” she bellowed at them. “Yes, we can, and we will, Sister!” Robbie replied. “We’ll see how you like a little taste of your own medicine, you mean old bitch! Let’s see if we can help you discover your ‘submissive’ side.” “Yeah, let’s see how you like getting your wrinkly old butt beat. See if it’s as much ‘fun’ as the other way around,” Paula piped up as she raised the hem of Sister’s habit to her waist and pulled down her white panties. Robbie considered. “I think we should each give her five strokes, implements of our choosing. I call dibs on the big leather paddle she is so fond of.” “Good idea, I choose the strap with the dildo handle in Calleigh’s honor, which is only fair,” Paula continued.

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“You can’t do this to me!” Adrienne howled, outrage in every movement of her struggling body. “Don’t worry, Sister. You are going to love it. It’s a very edifying experience that you should not miss,” Paula replied as she took the strap from the wall. Before she could lose her nerve, Paula brought the leather strap down across the center of Sister’s skinny butt twice, then across her thighs twice, and then across the top of her butt just under her waist. Although the strokes were not particularly hard or accurate, they had a good sting and Sister howled, more in fury than in pain. “God, that felt good! What do you think, Sister?” Paula asked with a satisfied grin on her face. Robbie finished up with five strokes of the heavy leather paddle. “I understand this paddle is your particular favorite, Sister. It’s a real stinger. Do you still like it?” “You’re a vicious old bitch, and you instigated that whole debacle yesterday. You made sure it would happen and that nothing could be done to stop it. Well, now you’ve had a taste of your own medicine. We’re done. Leave her with her subs,” Paula said as they filed out of the room to return to the pool and well-earned mimosas served by two ripped pool boys. “Well that was fun,” Robbie quipped. “She deserved it! What goes around comes around, as the saying goes.” **** At the club’s fully equipped gym, Steele and Trent were working up a good sweat. Steele was lifting free weights, and Trent had already done two miles on the treadmill and two miles on the rowing machine. “I really need to work off some steam,” Trent said. “This is not going exactly as I had envisioned. I’ve been hard for two days, and that’ll take it out of you. Sleeping next to that woman and keeping my hands to myself was a real exercise in self-control.” “Fucked it up, did you?” Steele scoffed.

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“Yeah, I think so,” Trent replied morosely. “I was sure Paula had some nefarious plan up her sleeve, an exposé or something. Turns out I was wrong, or at least premature. She may be planning one now that I have royally pissed her off. I was also a little judgmental about her relationship with Calleigh. Her behavior just didn’t sit right.” Steele let the barbell clatter back into the stand. “I’m sure you can make it right with Paula if you put your mind to it. I’m going to have to do the same with Calleigh. I hope our relationship can survive this experience. I’m just glad to see the last of yesterday! Calleigh has been a trooper, but I’ve never been in a position like that before, and I hope I never am again. A little spanking fun is one thing, but that was over the line as far as I’m concerned.” “I might just have blown a good thing. I’ll probably have to eat some serious crow to make this right,” Trent said with a selfdisgusted frown. “Let’s join the ladies at the pool. I could stand to cool off,” Jason replied with a less-than-sympathetic grin.

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Chapter Eighteen As Steele settled onto the wicker chaise beside Calleigh, he said, “I stopped in the office to speak with Anne Sutton. She tells me there was quite a run on schoolgirl uniforms this morning,” he said with a straight face. “Apparently, Mistress Adrienne had an encounter in the School Room that didn’t go exactly as she may have planned.” He gave Calleigh, Paula, and Robbie a stern look. “Have anything to tell us?” “What happened?” Calleigh asked in shock as she darted a suspicious look at Paula and Robbie. “It seems Mistress Adrienne was discovered by the household staff checking the room after it was reserved for an 11:00 appointment. She was left bound to the spanking bench with the handle of the leather strap sticking out of her butt like a horse’s tail,” Steele said in his Master’s voice. Paula and Robbie gasped. “We didn’t do that!” they chorused. “We left her with her subs!” Paula exclaimed, totally forgetting, it seemed, not to incriminate herself. “I had absolutely nothing to do with this,” Calleigh stated emphatically. She was truly shocked, although she knew that in her overprotective zeal, Paula was completely capable of pulling off a stunt like this. She had thought Robbie had more sense, but apparently not! “I can’t believe you did that,” she hissed at Paula. “Call, I couldn’t let her get away with hurting you. She deserved it, and it was completely satisfying!” Paula returned in a whisper, clearly without an ounce of guilt. “Well apparently they finally lost it, whipped her butt, and left her

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there to be found by housekeeping,” Trent replied from his place next to Paula. “They have both left the property.” Steele continued, “She’s okay, shaken and apparently stirred…We may not see much of Adrienne for awhile. She is the only female charter member and is a power around town. We do like to be an equal-opportunity organization. I always liked Judge Vieira and never could see them as a couple. I don’t think he ever came here.” He laughed as he put his arm around Calleigh. “I’m proud of how much loyalty you inspire in your friends.” As Trent turned to Paula, she moved away from him toward the edge of the chaise. “How long can you stay mad?” he whispered in her ear, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, just about until hell freezes over,” she replied with a hiss. “Did you hear about what the girls did to Adrienne Vieira?” Steele asked Michael Hamilton as he joined the group at the pool. “I’ll let Robbie fill you in.” He rolled Calleigh over to smooth suntan oil on her back. “It will probably go down in club history as one of the finer moments.” “Actually, I did hear something, not all the details, but that Adrienne has decided to withdraw from membership in the club, and Anne already has a substitute lined up to take her place,” Michael replied. “Some dude from Le Club Beaudelair–New Orleans, Justin Devereau. I don’t know anything about him.” “Yeah!” The three girls cheered. “No loss there,” Calleigh replied. Jason and Trent looked at each other. “Justin?” they said simultaneously. “We know him,” Steele said. “From college. He took us to his father’s club in New Orleans when we were seniors. It was an eyeopening experience to be sure. It’s a much darker club than this, very private, still limited to ten members. And Justin is a bit of a dark character. Not over the top…just dark, sort of ‘Heathcliff,’ if you know what I mean.”

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“I liked him a lot, but he definitely has issues,” Trent replied. “Should be an interesting addition to the club. I wonder why he’s coming down here.”

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Chapter Nineteen As the shadows began to lengthen around the pool, Trent took Paula’s hand firmly and, rising from the chaise, said, “Let’s go upstairs. We have a couple of hours until dinner and then we will take you ladies home. Weekends just seem to fly by.” “Yeah, time flies when you’re having fun,” Paula quipped as he dragged her quickly toward the house. “Stop pulling me! I’m coming. Don’t know why, but I am.” She stumbled along behind him, staring daggers into his back as he rushed her up the stairs to the second floor. “I want to make sure you’re ‘coming,’” he replied with a leer as they entered the suite. Trent turned her into his arms, but she struggled free. “Fat chance!” “Do you think we can talk for a minute without the sarcasm? I would really like to,” he said hopefully. “So talk.” “Not going to make this easy, are you?” “Nope.” “Okay. I made some incorrect assumptions based on incomplete facts, and I’m sorry that I did not give you the benefit of the doubt or the chance you deserved,” Trent said formally, looking Paula directly in the eye. “I humbly apologize.” “What exactly are you apologizing for? Spanking me? Treating me like I had the plague? Assuming that I was an absolutely horrible person? Leaving me sexually starved in the midst of a sexual feast? Shall I go on?”

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“All of the above, except the spanking, which you richly deserved. Do you think we could try this again from the top, subbie?” he asked contritely. “I guess so,” Paula replied, but not too enthusiastically. He really is just so damn gorgeous, though. He picked her up in his arms and headed for the bed. He swept the mosquito netting to the side and put her down. He gently began to unbutton the cover-up over her thong bathing suit, rolled her over, and checked her bottom as she squirmed and struggled. “No permanent damage,” he stated, giving her ass a less-thangentle smack. He pulled the bathing suit down, leaving her naked. He removed his own suit and joined her on the bed. Pulling her close, he kissed her hot and deep, invading her mouth with his tongue. As she responded, nipping his tongue sharply, he laughed. “I think this is going to be fun.” “It should have been fun two days ago,” she said. “You owe me a hell of a lot more than an apology. You owe me numerous earthshattering orgasms.” “When you’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry we’re getting a late start, but I plan to make it up to you,” he said as he ran his hands down her body, stopping to pay homage to her breasts. “I love your breasts, I love your smart-ass…” he said as he ran his hands over her butt and down to her soaked pussy. “Want to fuck?” “You really are the stupidest man I have ever seen. Why don’t you try doing this by yourself?” She laughed and tried to roll away from him.” He grabbed her and rolled her back. “Nice tits, great ass,” he leered as she punched him in the shoulder. “Hey, that’s a compliment. You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder all day, not that I didn’t deserve it,” he admitted, clearly not being above a little ass-kissing. “Well, warm me up.” “My pleasure,” he said as he played gently with her wet pussy, spreading her lips and tonguing her aching clit. He ran his tongue

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around her pink lips and delved into her hot pussy. She moaned and tried to close her thighs, but he spread them wide open, allowing him full access to her wet center. He teased her needy pussy as she raised her hips, straining and begging for more as he pinched the bundle of nerves at the apex of her mons. Crying out with pleasure, she shot off the bed in an earth-shattering climax. Trent rolled over onto his back, bringing Paula up onto his chest with her legs straddling his hips. “Bring your knees forward,” he directed. When she had done as he asked, he lifted her up with ease and lowered her onto his erect shaft, lifting and lowering her in a rocking rhythm. “You’re so little. Ride me hard, baby. Make me come.” Throwing her head back, Paula rose and fell on his impressive cock, directing the angle to her most sensitive spot. It was delicious to be in control. “Look at me, baby,” he said. Her pace increased, bringing her closer and closer to completion. Finally, she bucked as electrical pulses shot through her body. Trent pulled her to his chest and, rolling them over until he was on top, took control, thrusting harder and faster until he spilled his seed into her waiting pussy. She plunged into another powerful climax. He held himself deeply imbedded in her core as they both came down to earth. “That was wonderful,” she sighed. “Almost worth the wait.” Actually, it was totally worth the wait, but I’ll be damned if I will admit it to that arrogant jerk! “So, are we going to start over? Do you want to be my sub in training? If you do, it would be just you and me, in a monogamous relationship. I like things settled.” “I might. We could give it a try, but none of that extreme stuff, okay?” “You have seen about the most extreme of my repertoire,” he responded as he withdrew from her still-clenching pussy. “Although I don’t believe I’ve seen the most extreme of yours. I can’t believe you

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and Robbie had the nerve to do that to Adrienne. I would have liked to be a fly on the wall.” e laughed. “Just remember, I not only get mad, I get even!” He rolled onto his side, pulled her close, and buried his semierect cock in the cleft of her behind as he kissed the nape of her neck. “I was dying to sleep like this both nights, but I knew I’d never be able to keep my hands or my cock to myself if we did. You were so hard to resist. Even though I didn’t trust you I wanted you badly. I had to fight against my better judgment. All that wasted time and effort. You’re right. I am stupid.” “See what you missed. Serves you right!” she said with a satisfied smile. Paula knew she would have to keep a hold on her emotions where this man was concerned. Trent could be lethal to my selfesteem and to my heart if I’m not careful. They drifted off to sleep. **** In the Cape Cod Beach Cottage Suite decorated in beach shabby chic with blue-and-white-striped denim slip-covered furniture and rag rugs, Mike and Robbie were cuddled on a daybed covered in pillows and quilts on the veranda having cocktails and appetizers. “This has been a hell of a weekend. Thank goodness they’re not all this exciting! I really enjoyed meeting Calleigh and Paula and helping them understand the Lifestyle, but the scene in the Playroom last night was a little over the top for me,” Robbie said. “I hope Calleigh and Jason can work through this drama. I think they make a great couple.” “I think they will. I’ve known Jason since he was a kid. I used to date his older sister in high school. He’s a really steady guy. I liked Calleigh a lot, too. There’s time for one more game before we have to go home,” he said. “What do you want to play?” “How about Stallion and Mare? I love that one!” she replied with a tantalizing smile. “That’s the ultimate submission, Master.”

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“Assume the position then, sub.” Robbie dropped her cover-up and strutted naked to the foot of the sleigh bed, knelt on the padded bench, and bent over the footboard. She wiggled her butt, trying to tease and entice the stallion to service her. “Come on, studmuffin, let’s breed,” she said with a breathy voice. This scene never failed to excite her, maybe because she had witnessed many live-cover stallion breedings on the farm and always found them extremely erotic and powerful…the primal urge to mate. “Play with yourself,” Mike directed. “You know the stallion has to smell the mare in heat. I can smell your sex scent and it’s making me crazy.” She pushed her fingers deep into her tingling, slick pussy and began to pump her hips slowly as cream gushed over her busy fingers. Thinking about watching two huge animals mate, each weighing well over a thousand pounds, was exciting, and her hips began to move faster as she became more aroused. “Aren’t you going to put the mating hobbles on me?” she asked over her shoulder with a comehither look. The way the stallion climbed up over the mare’s back, padding covering his sharp hooves to protect the mare’s back from being cut, while her hind legs were restrained to prevent the mare from kicking back and injuring the stallion during the mating process was extremely exciting—real life bondage and submission. He bent and fastened padded ankle cuffs with a spacer bar to hold her legs apart. “Keep twitching that little tail of yours, and I might have to spank it,” he said, arousal deepening his voice to a raspy whisper. “Your little pink pussy is winking like a mare in heat, and your freckled butt is as cute as a little red roan Appaloosa filly.” She wiggled her butt again, teasing her stallion. He moved in between her spread legs and teased her pussy with the broad head of his erect cock. Robbie arched her back and backed up against him, trying to achieve more pressured contact. Her pussy was aching to be filled by the enormous cock of the rampant, glossy, black stallion at her hind quarters. She was almost swooning with the

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need to be filled, to be pummeled into orgasm. “Spread your lips for me, mare,” he said, and when she complied, pulling her pussy lips open wide, he finally entered her, ramming home with a satisfied grunt. He began to move, pulling out to the maximum and seating home with faster and faster strokes. He pulsed harder and faster as they both strained for completion. When neither could stand it a moment longer, they both came violently, she with a shrill scream and he with a shout muffled in her neck. He collapsed on her back, bracing his powerful arms to take the brunt of his weight. “I can never believe how exciting that is. Every time we do it, it gets better,” he gasped. She rotated her hips, enjoying the continued fullness of his semierect cock still imbedded in her pulsing pussy. “Oh, baby. There is nothing better than that,” she crooned, replete and completely satisfied.

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Chapter Twenty In the Southern Plantation Suite the light was fading as Calleigh and Steele lay in a double Pauleys Island Hammock on the veranda. “So, all in all it was not too bad of a weekend?” Steele asked. “I know it had its hairy moments, but I hope not enough to scare you off.” “I think with all the high drama, this weekend has lasted at least a month,” she sighed. “I am going to need a two-week vacation to rest up from this weekend.” “Well, I had planned on a little excitement when I invited you for lunch, but it turned out to be more than I anticipated.” “Yeah, be careful what you wish for,” Calleigh said. She snuggled in closer, relaxing into his protective embrace. Calleigh rubbed her foot up and down his leg as he gently massaged her shoulders. “Shall we eat dinner here again? I could do without the curious stares in the dining room. That will fade fast, but right now we are definite ‘persons of interest,’” Steele said. “What do you want for dinner?” “Good idea. Surprise me. I’m going to shower.” After making the arrangements for dinner to be served on the veranda, Steele joined Calleigh in the enormous marble shower. “We could have a party in here,” she said as he stepped under the pounding waterfall pouring from the ceiling and put his arms around her. He pulled her back against his hair-covered chest and erect cock. “Just you and me…that’s all the party we need. Want your back washed?” he asked as he ran the soapy sea sponge down her long, elegant back and over her beautiful, heart-shaped bottom. “I just love your ass! Still a little pink,” he murmured in her ear. She pillowed her

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head on her crossed forearms and leaned against the wall as he ran the nubby sponge between her thighs, sensitizing her pussy. “Spread your legs, baby.” He knelt down behind her and ran his tongue down the cleft of her bottom and between the pouting lips of her trembling pussy. He gave her sensitized clit the attention it demanded, and soon she was trembling with reaction, barely able to stand. “Turn around,” he said, and when she did, he lifted her up. As her legs wrapped around his waist, she was impaled on his erect shaft, her butt cupped in his hands. He began pumping his powerful hips fast and hard, her moans of ecstasy blending with the sound of the thundering waterfall. Her cry of completion was music to his ears as his semen jetted into her waiting pussy. Jason loved a hot shower! **** Seated at the dining table on the veranda dressed in a long, tealblue silk robe, Calleigh enjoyed a glass of wine as the waiter served the piping-hot, juicy, rare steaks with stuffed baked potatoes, salad, and fresh-baked bread. She was starving. Great sex in the shower will do that for you. She giggled to herself as the waiter left the suite. Steele placed a square velvet box on the table next to her. She looked up at him with an enquiring gaze. “For me?” “It’s something I’ve had for awhile. I had a premonition about us last year. I bought it and put it away, hoping things would turn out to warrant the purchase. Open it.” With trembling fingers she lifted the lid of the box. Inside, lying on a bed of black velvet, was a hammered white-gold collar with a pink pavé diamond heart pendant suspended from the center. The pink diamonds were shaded from a deep pink at the top to a pale pink in the center fading to white at the point. She stared in awe. “Jason, it’s beautiful,” she gasped. “It’s a slave collar for my beautiful and precious sub. The pendant can be taken off and worn on a regular chain or can be turned over

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and worn with the point at the top, in which case it will look just like your beautiful ass, which is why I bought it. But that will be our secret. Whenever you are ‘in the mood’ just turn the pendant around, and I will be happy to oblige. What do you think? Do you want to be my sub permanently and wear my collar?” “I’m stunned,” she replied. “I know this is sudden for you. You can think about it if you need to. I want you to know that this collar is to be followed by an engagement ring if you say yes. I know you’re the woman I want to spend my life with, have children with, and grow old with. If you want me to, I’ll resign from the club. I wouldn’t want the Lifestyle to be a determining factor in your decision.” Calleigh bounced up, ran around the table, and jumped into his arms. “Of course I’ll say yes. I wouldn’t want you to give up the club if we could have an arrangement like the Hamiltons, where it’s not ‘Lifestyle’ all the time but a fun addition to our lives when we feel like indulging.” “What could be more perfect than that?” He reached across the table for the collar and put it around her neck. “Just beautiful!” he exclaimed. “You turned my heart upside down.” “Wait…” she said and took the collar off. Turning the pendant around so the point of the heart pointed up, she put it back on. “You were right on Friday…I do love my big ass!” He laughed and hugged her tight. “It reminded me of your most gorgeous feature.” He chuckled. “I love you, Jason.”

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Epilogue Nine months later It was almost sunset when Steele and Calleigh turned at the sign for Eden Creek Farm and drove down the long, curving, tree-shaded driveway to the sprawling main house. Situated at the bottom of a broad, shallow valley, the house was surrounded by rolling, green hills broken into white-fenced pastures. Pregnant mares were placidly grazing while new mommas with frolicking foals patiently watched them kicking up their heels. “I have to say,” Calleigh said, “that seeing all those round bellies out in that pasture is giving me pause for thought.” Jason found he loved Calleigh more every day, if that was possible, and he knew that Calleigh felt the same way. They were both thrilled to be expecting a child, and she was happy that she would be able to continue to work from her new drafting studio in the barn at the new farm. “Your little round belly is just beautiful to me,” Steele said as he parked the family-friendly Porsche Cayenne. Jason had everything he had ever wanted. He had the beautiful woman he had waited over two years for and loved madly. She was warm and funny with a naturally sweet nature that he appreciated more every day. He had a baby on the way. They were enjoying planning the renovations at their new farm, and both of their practices were thriving. In spite of what had happened, they were still enjoying continued visits to Le Club. It really couldn’t get better than this. “Hi, you guys,” Robbie called from the front door of the house. “Mike is in the foaling barn. We have a mare about to pop, and he

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wanted to check on her before dinner. Would you like to take a walk down and see?” “That would be great. I’ve never seen a horse give birth.” “Probably won’t tonight, either. They usually have the uncanny ability to wait until the dead of night when no one is around. That’s why we have surveillance cameras in the foaling stalls, so they can have their privacy until things get rolling.” They strolled along the winding path to the small red barn which had small paddocks outside each large foaling stall. “I just love this little barn. It’s exactly what I want when we renovate our barn. Did you know we closed on a farm a couple of miles west of here a few weeks ago?” Calleigh told Robbie excitedly. “We want to raise our kids out in the country like you and Mike. You guys have really been an inspiration!” “That’s great! We’ll be neighbors! Hey, Mike, company’s here.” “Come into the barn,” he called. “Annabelle has just popped out a beautiful little bay filly as easy as pie. I didn’t think she would have a problem, but you never know.” “Oh, look at her! She can barely stand,” Calleigh gushed. “Her legs are all wobbly. She’s so precious, and she’s nursing already.” “It’s imperative that they stand and nurse immediately and that one of us be in the stall to ‘imprint’ the foal,” Mike explained. “This little girl is going to be a beauty. How about if we name her Calleigh’s Delight?” Calleigh threw her arms around Mike and Robbie and said, “That would be just wonderful.” She smiled over her shoulder at Steele. “It’s a really good omen, isn’t it, Jason!” “Sure is, baby,” Steele replied. “Can’t wait to see our little foal. In just about seven months we’ll have a little one of our own. I can hardly wait! We’re going to add a nursery and a children’s wing to the house at the new place. Calleigh is already drawing up the plans and specs.” “I can hardly wait to really start showing so it will all seem real!”

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Calleigh laughed. “Let’s go in and eat. We can take another look at these two later,” Robbie said.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR I was born in New Jersey and grew up an only child on a small farm in the “Garden State.” My father grew acres and acres of flowers for commercial florists and various produce such as tomatoes. My high school years were spent at Wayne Hills High School, where I was not one of the popular preppy kids or one of the hoods, which kind of left me in limbo as I wasn’t one of the brainiacs, either. Weekends were spent going into “the City” and Greenwich Village with my friends and doing a lot of things I probably shouldn’t have— don’t tell my grandkids! After attending Katharine Gibbs School, I began a career as a legal secretary and then a paralegal. I moved to Florida and currently live in Davie, Florida (near Fort Lauderdale) with my dog, Snickerdoodles, and my cat, Mimi. I was married for eight years but have been single for many years. My major addiction is jewelry, but any kind of shopping will do for a fix! After my longtime job as a paralegal was ended by the economic downturn, I decided to turn lemons into lemonade and finally write the stories I’d had in my head for many years. I had always wanted to write romance novels, but my family and job as a paralegal kept me too busy. My major interest aside from my family and friends is horses. I enjoy putting an animal character into my stories if possible. I am extremely “low tech” and probably should have been born in the 1800s as I enjoy driving a horse and buggy for fun. I also enjoy horseback riding, but the ground has gotten harder and farther away over the years. I have a small farm and vacation home in Ocala, Florida, which is my favorite place in the world. There’s nothing as wonderful as swinging in the hammock in the shade and listening to the music of the wind in the pines while reading a good book. Books have always been my escape into love and adventure, and through reading I have been able to be many people, do many things,

and go to many wonderful places I wouldn’t have otherwise been able to be, do, or see. I hope that all hardworking women who have a moment to put up their tired feet and relax with a cup of coffee (or a glass of wine) enjoy getting to meet my fantasy friends and to experience something new and different with a touch of hot romance thrown in for good measure! Please visit Skye’s Facebook Fan Page at www.facebook.com/skyemichaelsbooks Her email address is [email protected]

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