Caught

CAUGHT

Cassandra Carr

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Caught Copyright © December 2011 by Cassandra Carr All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without prior written permission from Loose Id LLC. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author's rights. Purchase only authorized editions.

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Dedication To Camryn Rhys Thank you for the help, the advice, and the endless readings. Most of all, thanks for being you.

Chapter One They’re really taking this politically correct thing too far. Stepping from the foyer into the living room, Callie spied a twinkling Christmas tree in the corner. On the mantel, a lit menorah burned, the candles flickering as the people nearby jostled for position as more and more guests crammed into the room. This was a boisterous crowd, already drinking like it was New Year’s. Advancing farther into the room, she noticed the Kwanzaa decorations and rolled her eyes. Pick a holiday and go with it, people. You can’t please everyone. She sought out the host and hostess, old friends from her grad school days, and said hello, handing over the obligatory “thanks for inviting me” bottle of wine. They chatted for a bit to catch up before she grabbed a cocktail and made her way toward the dining room in search of other former classmates and some food. The smells of the various delicacies wafted by, making her mouth water in anticipation. She had just gotten into town and was starving. Plopping a slice of cheddar cheese onto a cracker, she stuffed it into her mouth and then looked up—and everything inside her came to a screeching halt. Jack was there. With a beer hanging from his long fingers, he leaned against the wall, casual as can be, while her world tilted on its axis. He looked good—still the same tall, well-muscled body, still the same olive skin, black hair, and full lips. His Italian ancestry lent him an air of exoticness, and she’d always been a sucker for that. Her stomach roiled. The cracker caught in her throat, choking her. As she began to cough and sputter, he turned to see what the commotion was, and their gazes met. Callie watched as his eyes went dark with heat and recognition. A blush rushed up her chest, through her neck, and into her face. With suddenly cold fingers, she touched her burning skin.

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He brought his beer to his lips and took a long pull, his tongue sneaking out to catch a stray drop from his top lip. Her gaze followed the movement. His never left her face. Even when his companion said something to him, he merely nodded and kept the whole of his attention on her. She took a fortifying sip of her vodka and cranberry juice, then another, longer gulp, trying to dislodge the cracker from her throat. And still he stared. And she did the same damn thing she’d done three years ago when she’d gotten scared by his demands, his power—she ran. Cursing herself for her cowardice, she nonetheless wove her way through the crowd, setting her drink down on the nearest available surface as she rushed past. But before she made it to the front door, she felt his hand, still chilled from holding the beer bottle, curl around her overheated arm. “Long time no see. Leaving so soon, Callie?” Pulling her around to face him, he then backed her against the wall in the foyer. With him this close, with his touch and his smell and his sheer size surrounding her, her body betrayed her, just like it always had where he was concerned. Her nipples tightened, her pussy ached, and her breath quickened. “What are you doing here?” She sighed at her own stupidity for asking something so obvious. “These are my friends. A better question to ask is—what are you doing here?” “I came back to town for the holidays, and I wanted to see some of my old grad school buddies. I guess I-I didn’t think about the possibility of you being here.” “Is me being here a problem?” “No,” she answered too quickly. “I miss you.” “I miss you too.” Dammit! What else am I going to admit to him? “I still want you. I want to touch you. I need to touch you. May I?” At her silent nod, he lightly rested his hand around her throat. Not hard enough to choke, but enough to establish his dominance over her. Like he needs to establish that. How could I possibly forget who and what he is? Callie shivered. God, she wanted him. She’d never been as scared or as excited or felt as alive as she had during the year and a half she had subbed for Jack. Seeing him again made her

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want to get down on her knees and give him anything he wanted. If she remembered correctly, that was everything. But could he give it back to her? Before, he’d been unable or unwilling to, and when she couldn’t handle loving him without reciprocation anymore, she’d left. Her lips were parched, and she darted her tongue out to wet them. His eyes turned black as they blazed back at her. “I want you too.” And it was the truth. She wanted him, and this time she’d have him. If she ran away again, she knew she’d regret it for the rest of her life. “Are you collared?” “No.” “Seeing anyone?” She turned the question around. “Are you seeing anyone?” A strange look passed over his face, but Callie couldn’t interpret it before it was gone. “No. Answer me, Callie—are you seeing anyone?” “No.” Letting out a soft growl, Jack cupped the back of her neck in his large hand and kissed her. There was nothing gentle in his kiss—there never had been. This kiss was one of possession, of establishing even more control. He pressed in farther, molding his body to hers while he continued to plunder her mouth. He didn’t force his tongue inside; he didn’t have to. Surrendering, she relaxed and let him take her. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and changed the angle of her head so he could deepen the kiss. He slid a powerful thigh between hers as she moaned from the sensual onslaught. After long moments, he pulled away, grabbed her hand, and led her toward the back of the house. Callie gasped when he pushed her into a bedroom and kicked the door closed. She whirled to face him but couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye, reverting to the naturally submissive pose of staring at his feet, her hands behind her back. She hadn’t subbed for anyone in the three years she’d been gone and was amazed at how quickly the submissive veil slipped over her again. He chuckled. “My pet, you’re still a delightful submissive, I see.” He took a gentle hold on her chin and pulled her face up to his. “I’ve always wanted you, since the moment you walked into my

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classroom. I know I’m a selfish bastard, but I’m going to ask for this most exquisite Christmas present anyway: will you submit to me again?” Callie nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak. “I want to hear the words—I want you to be sure.” “Yes, I’ll sub for you,” she managed to get out around the lump in her throat. “Good. Then you’ll be available to me insofar as you’re able to, barring other commitments. Do you understand me?” “Yes,” she answered, the word hardly loud enough to be considered a whisper. She licked her lips again. “Yes, what?” “Yes, Sir.” “By the way, I’m clean. I was tested a few months ago. You?” “Yes, Sir, the same.” He stepped forward and shoved her to her knees. She went willingly. Callie wanted this— she wanted to show him she could handle him this time. Keeping her eyes trained on the floor, she waited for his next move. He let her stew for a minute and then pulled her to him, undoing his pants with his other hand. He guided his already erect cock into her mouth, and she took it, letting his essence wash over her tongue, relearning the contours of the head, the smoothness of the shaft, as he sawed in and out of her mouth with brutal strokes. He’d never been easy on her, and tonight was no exception. He pulled his still-hard cock out of her mouth, resting just the very tip on her bottom lip. “How long are you in town for?” Callie drew back enough to answer. “Through the first of the year.” She looked up in time to see him smile. “Excellent. We have a few weeks, then.” He thrust all the way to the back of her throat, and she struggled not to gag. He plunged both hands into her hair, forcing her to take his dick all the way to the root, and held it there for several seconds. “Where are you staying?” He pulled out again. He had always liked carrying on conversations as Callie sucked him—reinforcing his dominance by repeatedly pulling out and then shoving back into her mouth as he saw fit.

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“With Lora,” she answered, naming her oldest friend. “Ah, not far from me. I still live on Tremont. Is she going to let you play?” “Lora lets me do whatever I want—she doesn’t judge.” “I think I’m really going to enjoy the holidays for the first time in a long while.” To get the angle he wanted, he went up on tiptoe and tilted her head just so, then began ruthlessly plundering her depths. “It’s been a long time since you’ve tasted my cum, pet. You’re going to swallow it—every drop, like the gift it is.” A scant few seconds later, Callie felt his cock swelling even larger, growing even longer, and then after pulling back until only his cockhead remained inside her mouth, he was coming, straining, as jet after jet of warm, salty liquid shot onto her tongue and slid down her throat. When he was finally spent, he withdrew completely and put himself back together. She remained on her knees, the denim of her jeans little protection from the hardwood floor. Some might say she gave in too easily, but as Callie considered the man before her, who’d turned her world upside down now for the second time, she knew that wasn’t true. Not at all. Her soul was at peace for the first time in years. She was a different person than she’d been all those years ago. Callie was what and where she needed to be: she just had to figure out how to hold on to the fragile sense of contentment she’d discovered tonight. He briefly stroked the side of her face, then leaned down to touch his lips to hers. “Give me your number.” She started to reach into the purse that had fallen beside her on the floor. He chuckled. “You may rise.” Standing up with her purse, she pulled a small sheet from the memo pad she always kept with her. “Still jotting notes, I see.” “Yes, you never know where or when you’ll find inspiration,” she answered, quoting one of his own mantras back to him. After writing down her cell phone number, she handed him the paper. He held it up and kissed it. “I’ll be in touch.” After taking one last look at her, he left the room.

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She sat down on the bed, touching the tips of her fingers to her lips. Undoubtedly he thought he’d scored a great coup, bringing her back into his fold. Little did he realize, though… Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.

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Chapter Two Jack stayed at the party, even though Callie had left shortly after their interlude. He tried not to be disappointed. Instead he focused on the anticipation of seeing her again. The moment he’d recognized her tonight, all the hurt and the anger but also the sheer want of her and an almost reckless happiness had washed over him like a wave, pulling him under. He’d chased her all the way to the door, knowing if he let her go, he’d regret it for the rest of his life. When she’d left so abruptly three years ago, without so much as a forwarding address, he’d been devastated. It was almost funny—here he was, an experienced dom who was known for his control, and he’d totally lost it. Hell, he’d lost everything. In fact, he’d been such a mess he’d been lucky to hold on to his teaching position. In those dark days following her departure, he’d called in sick to work and lay on the couch in his house, drinking. Even then, in the midst of his devastation, he’d known what a cliché it was—separating himself from the world and trying to drink his problems away. But he’d also finally understood why it was a cliché. Drinking himself into oblivion was the only way to deal with the pain. On the heels of that somber thought, he said good night to the host and hostess and went home. Upon awakening the next morning, his first thought was, what had made her say yes to his request? He knew damn well he shouldn’t have made it in the first place—he was still too dark for someone with her light. He’d only ruin her like he’d done the first time. If what he’d done had been so bad that she’d just vanished without a trace, how could he expect things to be different now? Still he couldn’t give her up. He just couldn’t. Even though Jack had been a teaching assistant in her class, he hadn’t been so much older that they hadn’t socialized. That was how they had gotten together in the first place: he and the other teaching assistants had joined the students when they’d gone out for drinks to celebrate the end of another hellish semester. By the end of the night, he and Callie had walked out together,

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ostensibly so he could see her to her car. Some gentleman he’d been, though—he’d ended up fucking her in her backseat. Coming back to the present, Jack stared at the slip of paper with her cell number. He couldn’t wait to call her. Already his cock ached to be back in her mouth, her pussy, her ass. Jack knew damn well he should leave her alone, he should let her live her life free of him and his urges, but even after all this time, he wanted her too much to let her go. He craved her submission to his dark desires more than he was comfortable admitting even to himself. She had to be really on board this time, though. He would make sure of it. Picking up the phone, he dialed. When she answered, he said, “I want to see you. What are you doing right now?” She chuckled. “Not very patient, are you?” “No.” “Well, um, I can come see you for a few hours. I’m having dinner with my sister tonight, but that’s not until seven.” “Good. I’ll see you soon, then.” Hanging up, he looked around his house. It was cluttered, but she would expect that. He darted into his seldom-used playroom and frowned. Grabbing a rag, he wet it in the sink in the kitchen and went to dust the room. It wouldn’t do to advertise how long it had been since he’d last played. Satisfied, he threw the rag in the wash and went back to surveying his toys. Jack believed wholeheartedly in the mantra of BDSM: safe, sane, and consensual. And he had a responsibility to make sure anything they used was in good repair. He wouldn’t truly harm her for anything—he’d die first. He jumped when the doorbell rang. It was all he could do not to rub his hands together in eagerness as he opened the door. His cock jerked at the sight of her. She smiled, though it was a bit tentative, her eyes cast downward. The part of him that wanted to keep her guessing, keep her on her toes, warred with another part that wanted to reassure her that he’d never hurt her, that he’d control his baser urges. She didn’t deserve to be dragged into the abyss he fought so hard to keep at bay. His guilt over

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how he’d treated her in the past weighed him down but didn’t stop him from taking advantage of the second chance she was so inexplicably giving him. “Come in.” He closed the door as she did so and then stepped around her. Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her body flush with his, sank his tongue into her mouth, and savored her taste. Forcing himself to step back before she sensed his desperation, he looked her up and down. “Lose the clothes.” She didn’t seem surprised. She shouldn’t be—he’d never allowed her to wear clothes in his home. Backing away, Callie shrugged out of her jacket, tossing it on his couch, and then stepped out of her skirt. He smiled as he noticed she’d foregone panties—she was already slipping back into her role, as he’d never allowed panties, either. Her breasts were large, and so he’d let her wear bras but had bought her sheer items, so he could have the maximum enjoyment of her luscious globes even when they were covered. When she was fully naked, he frowned. “Have you lost weight?” Callie looked down at herself. “About twenty pounds. Why?” A snarl escaped before he could stop it. One of the best things about Callie’s body had been her curves, which, while still evident, were less noticeable now that he could really see her. “You didn’t need to lose weight.” It was clear Callie was trying not to roll her eyes. “I’m not exactly a size 2, Sir.” “You are perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. If I hear about you trying to lose any more weight, unless it’s at a doctor’s order, I’ll paddle your perfect little ass bright red. Do you understand me?” Callie bit her lip for a moment before replying, “Yes, Sir.” Jack indicated the floor in front of the coffee table. “Sit.” She did, and he pulled a sheaf of papers out of his back pocket. “This is a contract. I want you to read it and mark any soft and hard limits. I want no misunderstandings. Take your time.” He handed it to her along with a pen. “Would you like a glass of water?” She glanced up, some confusion in her eyes. “Sure, thank you.” Jack retreated to the kitchen to fetch the water and took a moment to compose himself. Seeing her naked for the first time in three years had made him want to push her back on the floor and fuck her until neither

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one of them knew their own names, but he had to proceed slowly, or she would bolt. It was imperative she was as into trying to recapture what they’d once had as he was. He knew it would be an effort to communicate with her better this time—it wasn’t in his nature to explain himself, preferring to let his actions speak for themselves—but if she needed to hear the words, he’d do it. The doubts crept in. Was he doing the right thing? Was getting back together and exploring their relationship going to be good for Callie in the long run? He wanted to be everything she needed, but could he? She obviously hadn’t thought so last time. What was different now? Snarling at his foolish insecurities, he put the water pitcher back in the fridge and steeled himself. When he came out of the kitchen, he found her intently reading. Soon she began to go through his fetish list, and he watched as her eyebrow rose a few times. When they’d been together before, they hadn’t used a formal written document, relying instead on face-to-face communication. That had been a mistake he wasn’t about to make again. After several moments, she signed the contract with the pen he’d given her and handed it back. He looked it over and saw a few surprises. “You’d be willing to let me exhibit you?” “Yes, Sir.” “Does the thought of it turn you on, or would you do it for me?” Her chin rose, and she looked into his eyes. “I didn’t mark anything that I’d only do for you.” Jack couldn’t help but smile. His pet seemed to have grown claws since they’d last met. Now his eyebrows rose. “And you’d let me give you away?” Her gaze dropped to her lap. “Yes.” “What’s that?” Callie cleared her throat. “Yes, Sir.” He went back to the list. “How’s your neck?” She looked up at him again, her eyes wide. Apparently she thought he’d forgotten about the persistent neck problems she’d had since injuring herself while waiting tables in undergrad. “I get cortisone shots. It’s a lot better.”

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“Are you surprised I remembered, pet? I remember everything about you.” He smiled as he perused the contract again. Now might be a good time to push her a little to see how she reacted, see if she still got into humiliation play, among other things. “Oh yes, pet. I remember how to make you wet, how to make you scream, how to make you pant with want—yes, I remember.” He heard her gasp and glanced up. Yes, she was definitely still turned on by his crass words. That had always been one of the sexiest things about her—he could release his inner beast just a little in the form of how he spoke to her, and she would get hot. It made him feel a little less like a freak. He could still recall with vivid clarity the way she’d reacted to a few of his suggestions for methods or implements of play when they’d been together before. The only words he could think of for her reactions then were shock and revulsion. His tastes in BDSM had refined some over the last few years, and he hoped never to see that look of abject horror on her face again. “Are you on birth control?” “Yes, Sir.” “Do I have permission to go bare, then?” “Yes, Sir.” “Excellent.” After reading the rest of the list, he stood up. “Everything appears to be in order. I’ll make a copy of this and give it to you at our next meeting. Kneel. I want your knees shoulder-width apart. Your back should be straight, but your head down, with your hands resting on the tops of your thighs, palms up.” She did as he instructed, and he walked around her, running his hand up her spine, which made her pull her shoulders back and thrust out her breasts. Jack made other little adjustments until he was satisfied. “You’ll kneel like this anytime I command you to.” With another assessing glance at her posture, he then left to retrieve an item from the hall table. Coming to stand in front of her, he said, “I want you to wear this while you’re with me.” He held out a collar he’d picked up at a leather fetish show over a year ago. The design had called to him, and though he’d had no one to collar at the time, he’d purchased it anyway. It was made of four parallel pieces of stainless steel cables and pewter beads attached to a double

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buckle in the back and a D ring in the front. As he looked down at her, he realized he’d bought it with her in mind, knowing it would look incredible wrapped around her slender throat. “Yes, I’ll wear it, Sir.” “Chin up, kitten.” Callie raised her head, and he fastened the collar around her neck. “You are allowed to take it off when you’re not with me, but you will carry it with you to remind you of your submission to me. Is that clear?” “Yes, Sir.” “When you kneel before the start of a play session, you will present your collar to me. In that instance, you’ll be just as you are right now, with the exception that rather than having your hands on your thighs, they will be straight out in front of you, right hand over left, holding the collar out to me. I will fasten it around your neck when I’m ready.” “I understand, Sir.” “About that… You may call me Sir or Master in private, Jack in public unless we’re with those in the lifestyle.” “Yes, Sir.” “Excellent.” He walked out of the room and came back with a slim leash. Attaching it to the D ring, he walked her on her hands and knees behind him to his playroom. Once there he guided her onto the padded table in the center of the room before disconnecting the leash and setting it aside. Normally he wouldn’t have bothered with the leash for such a short distance, but he needed to emphasize his dominance over Callie, to reestablish their boundaries. She lay on her back, and he climbed onto the table and straddled her. Unzipping his tootight jeans, he withdrew his throbbing cock. “Open for me, pet. I want you to get me nice and wet.” She ran her tongue over his erection, and he shuddered. Every way she touched him was magic, and he couldn’t wait to spend more time with her. It had been far too long since he’d engaged with anyone. Jack pulled out of her mouth and then powered all the way into her throat. He could see her struggling to accept him, but he stayed where he was, his balls resting on her chin for several

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seconds before pulling out to allow her to breathe again. “You know how I like it, pet. Suck the whole thing.” He pushed in again and hissed as her lips tightened around him. His heart was like a jackhammer in his chest. He wanted her badly. But more than that, he needed her. He needed her to submit to him, to trust him with everything she was. Would she do that, though? Forcing those morose thoughts out of his head, he withdrew from her mouth and leaned back. “Roll over. Ass in the air.” When she did, he gave her a hard spank on one rounded cheek, leaving a satisfying red handprint. “I intend to test your pain threshold soon, but right now I plan to make you mine in every way.” He landed another series of smacks to her ass. “Good girl.” He spanked her for a few minutes just to prove he could and then grabbed the nearby tube of lube before slicking up his fingers and entering her pussy. She twitched briefly at the invasion before settling back down and relaxing her muscles around his fingers. Smiling in anticipation, he withdrew his fingers and pushed his cock into her pussy, letting out an agonized groan. Callie gasped as her muscles contracted around him. “Fuck,” he managed to bite out. “How long has it been?” He gasped for breath as he waited for her answer. In truth he really didn’t want to know if she’d been with anybody since she’d left him. He was sure she hadn’t been celibate—she was too sensual a woman for that, and he hadn’t been celibate, either. His encounters had consisted of finding a willing body for release; none of them had held a candle to Callie. A roar of possessiveness rose in his chest. He looked down at his cock disappearing into her as he thrust again. If he had anything to say about it, he’d be the last man to ever fuck her. His mind was so distracted he almost missed her answer. “What did you say?” “Almost ten months, Sir.” He forced himself to stay still inside her, despite the fact that every cell in his body was screaming at him to claim her. “Are you in pain?” “No, Sir, it just feels full.”

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“You’re still tight, kitten. I love it.” Grabbing her by the hips, he began to thrust in and out. She felt so good, so right. Callie mewled and thrust back toward him. “Don’t move, or I’ll restrain you.” He heard her swear under her breath. “You know better than that.” She had never been allowed to swear in front of him—he had insisted she behave like a lady, even when he was topping her. Stopping for the moment, he stayed buried inside her while he rained more spanks down, turning her ass a becoming shade of pink. Then he started thrusting again. He couldn’t imagine anyone but Callie staying with him during that horrible year when he’d lost both of his parents—his mom to cancer and his dad to grief. After his dad’s death, he’d realized how much he loved Callie, but then he’d scared her away with his attempts to show her how he felt instead of simply telling her. At the time, he hadn’t known how to dial down the intensity. He’d known he had no right to a beautiful, smart, loving woman like Callie, and he had thought he needed to prove how much he wanted her. Three years of living without her had changed him, mellowed him a little, and he hoped she would see that. After a few minutes, he knew he wouldn’t last if he kept going. He’d masturbated twice that morning in preparation for their session, but he still felt his orgasm approaching quicker than he’d like. Pulling out, he poured lube onto his fingers and pressed one to her anus. It slid in easily, and he pumped it in and out several times before adding a second finger. He slid the fingers of his other hand through her soaked pussy. “You’re very wet.” “Yes, Sir.” Scissoring his fingers to stretch her ass, he added, “Does the thought of submitting to me make you hot?” “Yes, Sir.” Grinning, he asked her, “Can you say anything else besides, ‘Yes, Sir’?” She turned her head a little and then seemed to think better of it. “What would you like me to say, Sir?” Clearly she wasn’t used to him teasing her within a scene—before, he’d been all business.

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He kept his fingers busy in her ass as he considered her question. “How about…I missed your cock terribly, Master. I loved sucking it last night. I want it in my ass.” Her back shook a little with suppressed laughter, and he spanked her again so she wouldn’t think she could laugh at him despite his teasing. “Be nice.” “I missed your cock terribly, Master. I loved sucking it last night. I want it in my ass.” “Good girl,” he crooned, pulling his fingers out. Before she could close up again, he pushed the head of his cock into her entrance. Rubbing her back, he continued to slide inside her with as much gentleness as he could, despite his raging blood. She accepted him, and he glided home. “That’s my kitten…ready for her Sir.” “Always,” she whispered, and he shuddered again. She would be his undoing if he wasn’t careful. Jack moved his hand from her back to her clit and began to stroke her as he slipped his cock most of the way out of her hot, tight channel. With as much control as he could muster, he kept himself at a slow pace, even though all he wanted was to take her in this most primitive fashion. He continued to work her clit with his fingers and soon felt her ass tighten around his cock. Speeding up, he growled, “Come for me, pet.” She began to convulse around him, and he went over the edge, pushing inside as far as he could as he felt the familiar surge of pleasure that started at the base of his spine and worked its way up through his dick. Callie moaned as he continued to empty himself into her, and he let out a savage grunt as a final spurt left his cock. He slumped over, and they both collapsed onto the table, his now spent cock still wedged inside her. He bit the junction of her neck and shoulder and pumped into her a few more times, trying to prolong the sensations. With no small bit of regret, he pulled out and helped her off the table. Leading her to the shower, he took off her collar and started the water. Getting in after her, he let her wash him just like she used to, marveling at how easily they’d slipped back into their former roles. When she looked up at him from her position on her knees, he smiled. “Not right now, pet.” She rose and began to wash herself. He left the shower and grabbed a towel, drying himself off and then taking another from the linen closet as she stepped out. Wrapping it around her, he dried her and then took her hand, leading her back into the living room. She knelt by his favorite chair, and he smiled to himself as he circled her again, making more small corrections.

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“I expect you to be able to follow my directions, pet. If I have to keep fixing your posture, I’ll take corrective action.” “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll try harder.” “You know I have high expectations.” He placed her collar around her neck once more. “I’ll get you a glass of water.” She nodded, and he went to the kitchen for their drinks. When he came back, he sat in the chair, and she leaned over, putting her head on his thigh. “Drink, kitten.” Callie righted herself and took a long drink. He watched her collar move as she swallowed, and thought again how lucky he was to have reconnected with her. She slanted a look at him as if she was unsure if she should speak. “Something you want to ask me, pet?” His prodding seemed to help. She nodded and took a deep breath. Looking at the floor, she asked, “Did you fill out one of those contracts for yourself?” “No, just printed the one for you.” Now she looked up into his eyes. “Don’t you think it’s important I know what you’re interested in?” Jack smiled and caressed her cheek. “I’m interested in making you happy, pet. Getting pretty demanding for a sub, aren’t you?” Callie grinned. “So spank me.” He grunted. “I think I’m going to have to. So cheeky…” “Come on, Master, do it for me. I want to know what pleases you.” When she puts it like that…

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Chapter Three Callie’s next day was spent shopping with Lora, who dragged her from store to store in the overcrowded mall like a starving squirrel searching for a nut in the dead of winter. All Callie could do was keep up. She’d purchased what few presents she needed for the holidays while home in Baltimore, but Lora had been so excited to shop together that Callie had been unable to refuse her friend, who’d stuck with her through so much. As she idly perused the racks at a large department store while Lora looked for a blouse for her mom, Callie’s mind wandered back to the night before, and her pussy warmed as she remembered everything she and Jack had done. Before he’d allowed her to leave last night, he’d pulled her over his lap and spanked her and then used his fingers to get her off again. She’d gone back to Lora’s and fallen into bed, sleeping like a rock for the first time in months. Her ass was still a little tender from his hand, but she reveled in the feeling. She was finally home. “Earth to Callie!” Callie’s eyes drifted up. “What?” “Where did you go? I’ve been asking your opinion for the past thirty seconds!” She winced. “Sorry.” Lora grinned. “I bet I know where your mind was. The sex was that good, huh? Or was it the other stuff?” Lora knew about Callie’s sexual proclivities, but hearing her so casually toss a comment like that out in the middle of a department store in the throes of holiday revelry made Callie’s face flame. Lora just laughed. “You can’t fool me, hon. Remember—I know about you two. I know who he is.” “Shhh!” Callie hissed, glancing around. Lora rolled her eyes. “No one’s paying attention. They’re all too focused on their own stuff to notice us. So fess up.”

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“I am not talking about my private life here!” Callie whispered. “Fine. You can take me out to dinner, and we’ll talk about it there.” Callie sighed, knowing Lora wouldn’t let the matter go until she’d at least gotten a few details. “Hurry up, then. I’m hungry.” “I only have three more presents to get, and then we can eat.” “Great.” Callie followed Lora into the household goods area. Her phone chimed. She pulled it out of her pocket and saw Sir had sent her a text message: Will you be home tonight? Callie texted back that she’d be home after having dinner with Lora, and he promptly replied: When you get home, go into your bedroom and text me. She sent back her assent as her sex flooded with heat. What did he want? Her anticipation built as the evening wore on, and she remembered one of the many, many reasons she loved being a submissive: wondering what her dom would do next. Dinner done, Callie excused herself as soon as they got back to Lora’s house. Lying on the bed in Lora’s guest room, she sent a message telling him she was home. A moment later, he sent a response: Undress. A chill ran through her. What would he make her do? She undressed and replied. Get your Hitachi, and lie on your back on the bed. Sir knew her well. She never traveled without a portable Hitachi “massager.” Taking it out of its protective sleeve, she climbed onto the bed and lay back, texted him again, and then waited for his instruction. She didn’t have to wait long. Spread your gorgeous legs for me. Start the vibrator on low, and use it on your pussy lips ONLY. DO NOT touch your clit.

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Callie groaned. Apparently his plan was to torture her. Nonetheless she followed his instructions and ran the tip of the wand over her labia. After a few moments, her phone buzzed again. Part your pussy lips and put the vibrator on your clit, and only your clit. You have three minutes to come. Callie swallowed, her throat thick. Three minutes or what? He knew damn well she didn’t always come quickly with a vibrator. She started as she realized she was wasting time. She placed the vibrator directly on her clit, moving it back and forth slightly to simulate a tongue or finger. Closing her eyes, she imagined him there with her, the dark, bronzed expanse of his chest as he situated himself between her spread thighs. A moan escaped. Then her phone buzzed, and she groaned. Picking it up, she read: Did you come? She texted back: No. In reply he said: Stop. You will not come tonight, and you are forbidden to masturbate until you’ve seen me again and I’ve disciplined you. Tomorrow night? With shaking hands, she sent him her reply. She’d been so close, and now she was going to have to wait to assuage the ache. She got ready for bed, and after climbing under the covers, she tried to fall asleep but found it was a long time coming. How would Sir punish her? Despite her trepidation, she was excited to see him. It was a little scary how quickly he had insinuated himself back into her life, but she knew this was what she wanted—what she needed.

**** Jack put his phone down and went into the kitchen. After grabbing a beer from the fridge, he looked down at his raging erection. He hated taking care of himself unless it was in preparation for a scene, but he wasn’t sure he’d get through the night without jerking off. Plopping down on the sofa, he cracked the beer open and tossed the bottle cap on the table in front of him. Determined to distract himself, he turned on the television and trolled through the

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channels. Several minutes later, he still hadn’t found anything worth watching. Sighing, he picked up the phone to call his friend Ron. “Hey, man.” “As I live and breathe, if it isn’t the prodigal son,” Ron answered. Jack shook his head, laughing. “Yeah, yeah.” “How’ve you been?” “Good. Listen, I’ve got a problem I can’t talk to just anybody about.” “Ah. So that’s why you called me.” “Come on, dude. I need help.” “Fine, fine. What’s going on?” “Callie showed up at a party I was at the other night.” “Callie, like—the chick who bolted three years ago, Callie?” “Yep, that’s her.” “Did you talk to her?” Jack snorted. “I chased her across the house like a raving lunatic.” “What did she say?” “Nothing about why she ran. We just slipped right back into the familiar Dom/sub roles.” “Without talking? Oh man, bad idea.” Jack ran his hand through his hair. “I know.” “So is that what this call is about—you’re afraid of what she’ll say?” “Yes, no—I dunno. I’m already in so far with her again, and we’ve only done one scene and a little texting thing tonight.” He gripped the phone tighter. “I’m gonna scare her off again.” “You don’t know that,” Ron argued. “A lot of time has passed. Maybe she’s a different person now.” “Maybe. She does seem a little more willing to stand up to me.” “See? So she’s a stronger person. It would do you some good to have a fighter, you know.” He knew Ron was right. A weak girl wasn’t as much fun to work with. “Uh-huh.”

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“A malleable sub would bore you to death, and you know it.” “Probably.” “When are you going to talk to her? Don’t wait too long.” “She’s coming over tomorrow.” Jack omitted the details about why. Ron would never judge him—he was a dom himself, but there were some things he wanted to keep between himself and Callie. “Good. Just make sure you talk before you go getting all involved in another scene.” “Planning on it. Anyway, I gotta go. I need to get some sleep. Thanks, man.” “Anytime, my friend.” Jack hung up and scrubbed his hands over his face. This woman may very well be the death of me. With that sobering thought, he went to bed. He woke up the next morning, though, feeling more optimistic. Maybe he’d just needed time to percolate the conversation he’d had with Ron. Today he was going Christmas shopping for her. He tried to imagine how she’d react to the very special gifts he was planning to purchase. A few of them would have come in handy tonight when he punished her, but he’d have to make do with his current inventory—he didn’t want to give her everything tonight. He left the house whistling and headed for his favorite sex shop.

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Chapter Four Callie arrived at Jack’s house. She shivered. A fine sheen of sweat had broken out on her skin during the drive over. Ringing the doorbell, she stood back and waited. Her pussy had been soaked all day, thinking about what punishment he might have come up with. He’d always been inventive with his discipline, and she doubted that had changed. Jack answered the door. His face devoid of any expression, he waved her inside. She stepped over the threshold, a strange mixture of both anticipation and dread warring in her belly. Immediately she shrugged out of her jacket and then stripped before kneeling in front of him with her collar in offering. He grunted and took it from her, enclosing it around her neck. “Go into the playroom and stand in the corner. I want you to think about why you’re being disciplined.” Stand in the corner? Was he kidding? Apparently he wasn’t, because when she didn’t move fast enough, he grabbed her, turned her around, and applied several hard hand spanks to the tops of her thighs. “Did I stutter, pet?” “No, Sir.” “Then why are you still standing here?” Turning, she rushed into the playroom. Glancing around, she didn’t see anything out of place—nothing to indicate his plans. She went to the corner by the bed and pressed her body to the wall. Then she waited. And waited. Just as she was starting to shift from foot to foot, she heard him come into the room but didn’t dare turn around. Without speaking, he began to spank her with his hand again, right there in the corner. Callie locked her knees and put her hands in front of her on the wall. After a few moments, her ass was just starting to burn. He stopped and turned her around. “Kneel.” She did, and he said, “Did you disobey me yesterday?”

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“Yes, Sir.” “How did you disobey me?” “I didn’t come in the time you allotted me, Sir.” “That’s right. I’m going to punish you and then send you home. I want to see you tomorrow, though. Hopefully it will be under better circumstances.” “Yes, Sir.” She didn’t know what else to say, and he didn’t seem to require anything further. She waited on her knees with her head bowed as he stepped away. The sound of drawers opening and closing sounded unusually loud in the room, and she shuddered. “Crawl over here, naughty girl.” Looking up, she saw him on the small double bed next to where she’d stationed herself in the corner. Sir was sitting naked with his legs splayed, his proud, erect cock jutting out from his body. Dutifully she crawled on her hands and knees to him. He produced a small bullet vibrator. “Put this in your pussy.” She did, and he smiled. Knowing him as she did, she didn’t trust that smile for a second. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.” He cuffed her hands behind her and turned her again. “Such a pretty sight, my naughty little slut, bound and on your knees for me.” Callie felt her pussy contract around the bullet. Sir’s way of talking to her had always had that effect. Grabbing her chin, he pulled her face up until her gaze met his. “Because you can’t follow directions, we’re going to work on coming on command. I’m going to turn the vibrator on shortly, and then you’re going to suck my cock until I come. After you’ve taken a load of my cum, I’ll decide whether or not I’ll allow your orgasm. If I were you, I’d concentrate on giving me a nice suck, because if you come without permission, there will be consequences. I doubt you’ll enjoy them. Now be a good girl and open that pretty mouth for your master.” She did, and he turned on the vibrator. Standing up, Sir pulled her face to his groin and immediately ravaged the depths of her throat with his long, thick erection. Callie concentrated on not gagging as he pushed into her mouth again and again while at the same time trying to ignore the insistent buzzing of the bullet vibrator in her pussy. She didn’t know what he would do if she came without permission, but she really didn’t want to find out, either. For long moments, she just held on as he thrust in and out with full, deep strokes. She chanced a glance up and found him staring back at her, his eyes nearly black with excitement.

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“Yeah, that’s it, slut. Take it all. Take my whole cock,” he growled, and her pussy clenched again, sending a lightning bolt of sensation straight to her clit. She whimpered as her need built ever higher. There was a good possibility she wouldn’t be able to hold off her own orgasm. She hadn’t had orgasm training since they’d been together, and her control wasn’t what it used to be. Reaching behind him, he flicked a switch, and Callie felt the bullet begin to vibrate faster. Damn him! He leered at her. “I’ve got a ways to go yet, pet. You’d better get sucking, or you can look forward to a long, painful punishment.” She moaned, and he chuckled. “My little pain slut. I love that.” For long moments, Sir continued his rough use of her mouth, shoving his cock in over and over. Finally she felt his knees lock and knew he couldn’t be far off. She was grateful she’d been able to hold on without coming, even though it had taken her emptying her mind completely to accomplish the task. “Take my cum, naughty girl. Drink it down—all of it.” He pushed back into her throat, and Callie felt his dick swell, and then hot jets of semen erupted out of the head of his cock. She swallowed convulsively to make sure she didn’t lose any. He moved back and turned off the bullet. Callie groaned in frustration. “On the bed, pet. Facedown, ass up.” Since her hands were still bound behind her back, he helped her off her knees. She was able to wiggle into position herself as Sir walked away. He returned shortly with one of his impression paddles. Showing it to her, he said, “You’ve been a naughty girl, and naughty girls get paddled, don’t they? Everyone will know what a bad girl you are.” The paddle had the word bad spelled out in it and would leave a mark on her ass after every stroke. He began to paddle her slowly, alternating cheeks. He turned the vibrator back on low and alternated his strokes with reaching around to pull her nipples. She moaned, and he laughed. “Wanna come for me, pet? Yeah, I bet you do, don’t you?” “Yes, Sir,” she panted. She was going to lose her mind if she didn’t come soon. “I guess I’d better paddle your disobedient little ass harder then. You have permission to come.” The strokes began to rain down faster than before, and then the bullet inside her pussy turned back to high. Callie screamed, arched her back, and dug her toes into the mattress. He

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continued to paddle her hot, stinging ass right through her orgasm. When the convulsions finally stopped, he tossed the paddle aside, removed the bullet, and uncuffed her hands. Sir told her to put them above her head. Then, turning her over, he began to bite and suck her nipples. Reaching down, he pushed first two and then three fingers into her pussy, fucking her with his fingers while his mouth continued to do wicked things to her breasts. His fingers strayed lower until he pushed them into her ass, and the endorphins had her flying so high she would’ve done just about anything he asked. She loved going into subspace—it was where she felt safest, most like the person she needed to be, and Sir got her there quickly and kept her there. It was undoubtedly one of the best things about their relationship. He moved down until he reached her pussy and then licked from right above his fingers all the way to her clit. Her legs were shaking as he continued his relentless assault with his teeth, tongue, and lips while she floated in that blissful state where all she could do was exist, feel. Soon she felt another wave of climax slam into her body, and she groaned with the overload of sensation. “That’s it—come for me, slut. Show me what a bad girl you are.” His words set off another wave of pleasure, and she could only hold on and ride it out. This was what she’d missed these past three years—not being responsible for her own pleasure. Giving herself over to someone else and letting that person orchestrate what she needed, what she felt. She was thoroughly exhausted. Sir sat next to her, stroking her hair. “You are so fucking beautiful when you submit, pet, when you really let yourself go.” Leaning down, he kissed her forehead. “Stay there for a bit and rest. I’ll go get you some water.” Callie would’ve snorted had she the strength to. There was no way she was going anywhere for a while—not while her bones felt so wonderfully liquid and her brain was a big, mushy mess. Jack soon returned with a big glass of water. Helping her sit up, he slid behind her on the bed and stretched his long legs out on either side. Pulling her back into his chest, he handed her the glass. “Drink, my girl.” When she’d had her fill, she placed the glass on the table next to the bed and yawned. “Tired?”

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“Weightless. Brain-dead.” Jack chuckled. “That’s what I like to hear. Can I see you tomorrow?” “I have plans with Lora to go out and see some of my old friends.” “The next day, then.” “That should work.” She yawned again, and his arms tightened around her. “I don’t want you driving home until you’re clearheaded. Do you need to take a nap? Have a shower?” “Maybe a short nap.” “All right, pet. I’ll wake you up in a bit.” He tucked her into bed and left the room. Callie rolled over, facing the wall. Why hadn’t he stayed? She felt bereft having to go to sleep alone, and then just felt stupid. She slept alone all the time—why should now be any different? But for some reason it was, and after long minutes of tossing and turning, Callie rose and got dressed. She found Jack in his home office. “You didn’t sleep?” “Turns out I didn’t need to,” she lied. “I’m just gonna go.” “Are you sure you’re all right to drive?” “I’m sure.” Feeling a familiar tightness behind her eyes, she began to leave the room. She’d be damned before she’d let him see her like this: she would handle this ridiculous feeling of abandonment on her own. He didn’t say anything as he walked her to the door. Placing another kiss on her forehead, he said, “Drive safe.” She’d already turned away and was heading down the walk when she called back, “Will do. See you soon.” Opening her car door, she slid in and started the motor. Jack waved and closed the door as Callie pulled away from the curb. She’d only gotten a few blocks when she had to pull over, though, as her body became racked by sobs. What is wrong with me? Why am I so upset?

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After a long time and some conscious effort, she calmed down and pulled back onto the road. She hoped Lora would be asleep by the time she got home. She really wasn’t in the mood to articulate what was going on inside her head. The best word she could come up with was chaos. God, what was he doing to her?

**** Jack closed the door and let out a long sigh. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into Callie, but she’d turned from a big pile of mush into an ice queen in the space of a half hour, and damned if he knew why. Turning back toward his office, he let out a vicious string of curses. They’d never had that talk he’d intended to have before he’d punished her. Now it was too late—he’d have to wait until he saw her next. Sitting back down at his desk, he tried to concentrate on lesson plans for next semester but gave up after it became obvious he wasn’t going to get any work done. He glanced at the clock, then dialed Ron’s number. “Is this a bad time for you?” “Nah, man, just hangin’ with my family. What’s up?” “Remember how you warned me to have that talk with Callie as soon as possible?” “Uh-huh…” “I got involved in the moment and forgot.” He could almost see Ron shaking his head. “That’s bad news.” “I know.” “So what’re you gonna do about it?” “There’s not much I can do.” “You’re a dumbass, you know that?” Jack ran a hand through his hair. “I do know that, but thanks for confirming.” “Look, give me a sec to go somewhere private, and we can talk about this more.” “Sure.” Jack contemplated his situation as he waited for Ron to seek out an empty space. “Okay, I’m back,” Ron said. “So what’re you gonna say when you talk to her?”

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“Honestly I’m not sure. I don’t know exactly what I want, but I do know I don’t want to lose her again.” “Then tell her that.” “I thought I had, three years ago.” “So say it again. Maybe she misunderstood the first time.” Jack groaned. “I work with words for a living; why is this so freaking hard?” “Because the words actually mean something, bud.” “When did you become this all-knowing guy? It’s kind of annoying.” Ron laughed. “That’s because you know I’m right.” “Sure…” “Anyway, don’t let it go too long.” “I won’t. Hey—I’ll let you get back to doing your thing. Thanks again.” “Not a problem.” Jack hung up the phone and paced his office. What did he really want out of this relationship with Callie? What did she want? And if he ever found out what she wanted, was he capable of giving it to her? Shaking his head, he decided to take a shower. Maybe that would clear up some of the questions swirling in his mind.

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Chapter Five The next night, Jack was reading a book when the ringing of his cell phone on the coffee table jarred him out of his reverie. Frowning, he stuck a bookmark in his book and dropped it into his lap. He glanced at the clock on the mantel—nearly midnight. There was no way this was good news. His heart leaped into his throat when he saw the call was from Callie, and he snatched the phone up, pressing the Talk button. “Are you all right?” He heard a feminine giggle at the other end of the phone. “Callie?” “We’re playing Truth or Dare. Lora dared me to call you.” “Are you drunk?” “Define drunk,” she answered and giggled again. “Where are you?” “At the Wet Willie.” “Don’t move. Don’t anyone fucking dare move.” He was already halfway into his coat before he finished speaking. Grabbing his keys, he ran out the door, the phone still held to his ear. “Do you understand me, Callie? No one is driving home drunk.” Jamming his phone between his shoulder and his ear, he wrenched open his car door. Fumbling for the wireless headset he kept between the seats, he put it in his ear. “Callie? Can you hear me?” “Yesssss…” She dissolved into giggles again, and Jack was thankful she was at least coherent enough to do that. He was happy Callie had called him, even if it was a drunk dial, but he was mad as hell too. He’d lost a good friend in high school when a drunk driver hit him on his bike, and Callie knew how he felt about people getting into their cars after having too much to drink. Being careful as he navigated the icy roads, he kept talking to Callie. When he arrived, he put the car in Park right in front of the door and charged inside. There, with her head down on

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the table in a booth to his right, sat Callie. Lora was on the other side, sitting sideways with her feet propped up on the seat. Jack threw a look of apology the bartender’s way as he strode through the crowd to their booth. “Master!” Callie exclaimed, and Jack winced. He wasn’t ashamed of his lifestyle by any means, but he didn’t usually choose to openly display it, either. “Both of you keep your mouths shut unless I speak to you.” Lora made an “oohhh” sound, and Jack wondered how much she knew about who and what he was. “You’re in trou-blllle,” Lora singsonged to Callie. “You’re in plenty of trouble yourself,” Jack growled. “Can either of you walk, or should I carry you out of here?” “I’m fine. I can walk. I can even drive,” Lora insisted, scooting out of the booth. Once upright, though, she swayed on her feet, and Jack caught her around the waist. “You’re not fine, and you’re sure as fuck not driving home. We’ll leave your car here and come back for it in the morning. Get your coats on.” He looked at Callie, whose eyes had drifted shut. “Callie!” Her eyes opened, and when Jack saw how glassy and unfocused they were, he cursed under his breath. “Stay here while I get Lora to the car.” “Aye aye, Sir.” She mock saluted him, and his fingers itched to put her over his knees right then and there. Supporting Lora around the waist, he practically dragged her to his car and deposited her in the backseat, rolling her onto her side. He then collected Callie and put her in the front seat, reaching around her to buckle her seat belt. Starting the car, he pulled back onto the road and headed for Lora’s house. “Where we goin’?” Lora asked. “To your house. What number is it again?” “Fifty-two.” She dissolved into giggles. What the hell could be so funny about the number fifty-two? Lora chimed in again. “You’re such a hard-ass. I told you I was fine.” Jack gripped the steering wheel tightly to keep his anger in check, not saying a word.

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He steered the car into her driveway and went around to the passenger side. Pulling Lora slowly out of the car, afraid she might toss her cookies all over his shoes, he walked with her up the porch steps. “Where’s your key?” She began to dig through a monstrosity of a purse, grumbling when the key didn’t magically appear. Finally she found it, and Jack opened the door. “What do you need all that crap for, anyway?” “Just need it,” Lora mumbled as Jack turned on the light. “Eek! Too bright.” “You could use a little brightness,” Jack called as he went back out to get Callie from the car. She hadn’t even managed to unbuckle her seat belt, so Jack reached across her once again. Callie grabbed his cheeks in her small hands. “You should turn that frown upside down!” Removing her hands from his face, he looped them around his neck and hauled Callie upward. She almost put them both in a snowbank when she lurched forward, but luckily Jack had excellent balance and kept them upright. “Son of a—” Callie snickered, and it took everything he had not to yank up her skirt to show her there wasn’t a thing funny about her current situation. But Jack had never spanked in anger and wasn’t about to start now. Besides, she hadn’t been with him or under his power—they hadn’t talked about him collaring her permanently yet, so he didn’t really have the right to punish her. Jack sighed as he deposited Callie on the couch and helped Lora toward her bedroom. When he came back into the living room, Callie was struggling to take her fancy high-heeled boots off. He knelt at her feet and began to tug at them. “Now who’s kneelin’, huh?” “Not for long, pet.” Rising, he went in search of aspirin and water. Handing both to Callie, he said, “Drink up. I’m going to make sure Lora got into bed all right.” Callie didn’t answer, and Jack went to knock on Lora’s door. He heard a muffled sound, which he hoped was come in, and stepped over the threshold. He took a moment to look around Lora’s room. It was as he expected—filled to the brim with knickknacks, art, clothes, everything under the sun. Lora had never struck him as much of a neat freak, and seeing her bedroom pretty much confirmed his suspicions. He handed her a glass of water and a couple of pills. “This will help with the hangover.”

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Lora was flat on her back, stretched out diagonally on the comforter. Jack pulled off her shoes and then reached for her bulky sweater. Though Lora’s voice was muffled through the fabric, he heard her say, “What’re you doin’?” “Getting you more comfortable for bed.” Lora snorted, and Jack ignored her as he grabbed a bunch of the pillows women loved to cover their beds with. “This will make sure you don’t roll over onto your back.” Lora waved him off. “I’m fine.” “I’ll be back in to check on you during the night.” He left the room, closing Lora’s door only partway. While he’d been with Lora, Callie had stumbled into her own room. He went inside, leaving her door ajar as well so he could hear if Lora got sick, and began to undress Callie. She let him dress her in a big T-shirt he found lying on the bed. He lifted her legs and tucked her into bed. “Stay with me,” she murmured, yawning again. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay, so I can check on both of you. We’ll talk in the morning.” “Don’t be mad at me. We were havin’ a good time. Then Lora ordered these shots an’ wanted to play Truth or Dare, an’ you know I can’t hold my liquor when I start doing shots, but she kept ordering more and more—” Jack cut her off. “You’re an adult—you didn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to do. Go to sleep.” Callie grumbled for a minute or two but soon dropped off. Jack rose and went to check on Lora, who was sprawled on her side, snoring. He shook his head and went back to Callie’s room, where he curled up to grab a few winks before he had to check on the women again.

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Chapter Six The next morning, he’d already been up long enough to go to the store for breakfast food and brew a pot of coffee before Lora and Callie made their appearances. They looked like shit, their complexions pale and their eyes sunken. He poured both a cup of the coffee he’d brewed extra strong and then set about starting breakfast. Lora spoke first. “We know we screwed up, so let us have it.” Jack didn’t turn away from the stove where he was laying strips of bacon in a large skillet. “I’m not going to lecture you. You’re big girls. You knew what you were doing and what the consequences would be.” Opening the package of hash browns, he dumped them into another pan. After he got the eggs ready to scramble, he hunted through Lora’s cupboards for glasses and poured them both some orange juice. They watched him work in silence. When the food was ready, Jack brought it over and set a plate in front of each of them. “I’m leaving now to go home and shower. Callie—I want you to eat every bite on that plate, then take a shower and come over to my place.” He looked at Lora. “Do you need me to take you back to the bar to pick up your car?” She shook her head. He planned to ask Callie how much she knew about his and Callie’s relationship or, better yet, how much she actually understood. If she truly understood D/s, she’d know she had nothing to fear from him. Then he scoffed. What relationship? Unless he convinced her to stay, Callie was only subbing for him for a few weeks and then going home. The thought of that happening made his insides twist into knots. “Callie? See you in a bit.” Callie nodded, looking miserable. He was sure she had the hangover from hell, but he felt no sympathy for her. When they’d been together, he’d been adamant about her ever driving drunk, and he was sure she remembered that about him. A few hours later, his doorbell rang and he let Callie in. As soon as she cleared the threshold, he said, “Kneel.” She stripped and then grabbed her collar out of her purse before

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kneeling. He let her sit there for a little while before grabbing her chin and forcing her gaze to his. “Now, my pet, tell me what you did last night.” “I drank too much.” “And?” Callie’s eyes clouded. “I-I don’t know, Sir.” “You don’t know?” “No. I mean, I called you…” He let her stew for a moment before saying, “You drunk dialed me.” Callie’s head lowered, and he knew he’d hit his mark. Grabbing her chin again, he waited until she raised her gaze. “You weren’t calling me for a ride. You said last night you and Lora were playing Truth or Dare and Lora dared you to call me. And remember how you told me Lora just kept buying shots? You should have refused those shots, knowing neither one of you should have been drinking more.” “Yes, Sir.” “Before I forget, how much does Lora know about Dominance and submission? How much does she understand? She seemed to be afraid of me this morning.” “I don’t think she was afraid, Sir. I think she was embarrassed. She knows you’re a dominant and that I submit to you. I haven’t explained all the implications of that, but I don’t think she’s frightened of you.” “Good. You may have your collar now.” She nodded, and he heard her blow out a breath. Jack reached under her hair to fasten the collar before stepping back. He didn’t give a damn if it was his right to punish her. She’d scared him more than he’d ever been in his entire life. Just the thought of Lora driving drunk and getting into an accident made his insides twist up. Attaching her leash, he led her on her hands and knees to the living room. Jack reached for the lube on the coffee table and said, “Over the arm of the couch. Facedown, ass up.” She complied, and he pulled apart her cheeks, squirting lube directly on her anus. He put more on his finger and entered, stretching her. Adding another finger, he began to saw in and out. “I’m going to insert a plug.” He heard a little whimper out of Callie. “Reach back and spread your ass cheeks.” She did, and he began to

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work the inflatable plug, which he’d also lubed, into her ass. Even lubed up, it would be very uncomfortable, as it was wider than even his cock. He called it the ‘punishment plug’ because he never used it in play, as it was almost seven inches long and three inches wide. As with all his toys, he’d tried it on himself, and he’d felt like he was splitting in half. But Callie deserved this punishment for what she’d done. She whimpered again, and he spanked her inner thigh. “Silence.” The plug was black, and he took a moment to contemplate it against her pale skin. Squirting more lube on the remaining length, he pushed it farther into her. Long moments later, it was finally seated, and he gave it one last push before inflating it. When he was done, he positioned her on her hands and knees again. “You’ll think twice before drinking too much next time, won’t you?” Callie sniffed. “Yes, Sir.” “And about letting your drunk friend drive?” “Yes, Sir.” “Stay there on your hands and knees. I’ve got some things to do.” He proceeded to trim his Christmas tree while Callie stayed in position. As the minutes stretched out, he knew she was probably wondering what was going on, but he continued to ignore her. Her legs and arms were starting to shake, but still he said nothing. Staying in one position was surely making her sore by now, but the other, more important part of the punishment was him going about his business and not speaking to her, forcing her to stay inside her own head. Finally, taking a seat in his favorite chair, he looked at the clock, saw that an hour had gone by, and said, “You may kneel at my feet.” Callie groaned and crawled over to him. He turned on the TV and watched a program, still not speaking to her. When it ended a half hour later, he reached down and took her chin in his hand. “You were a good girl. Stay here. I have some things for you.” He wasn’t sure if now was the best time to give her the Christmas gifts, but he wouldn’t see her again until after Christmas, so his choice had been taken out of his hands. Callie’s eyebrow rose, but she didn’t say anything. Going to the closet in his master bedroom, he withdrew the items he’d picked up the other day and brought them back to Callie.

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“They’re not wrapped,” he said and then laughed to himself at his own foolishness. No doubt she wasn’t expecting anything from him for Christmas, so why should he be ashamed he hadn’t wrapped them up all nice like? Because you want her to be happy. He dropped the packages in front of her. “Anyway, here.” Taking a seat in the chair, he waited for her to look at everything. Among the items were a minicrop, a triple-headed vibrator, snowflake-shaped nipple shields, and a penis gag. He’d never used a penis gag before, but the thought of Callie sucking on the silicone head while he played with her made his dick hard as a spike. “I’d like to see you tomorrow night after you get done with your family. Plan on spending the night.” She just blinked at him, and he knew he’d surprised her. He didn’t like to share his bed, and even when they’d been together before, she’d never stayed over. “I should be able to come over, probably midevening.” “Great. I’ll put this stuff in the playroom for tomorrow, then.” Scooping it all up, he went and dumped the items on the playroom table. Why was his heart beating so fast? Deciding he needed to reestablish the power exchange, even if it was only off in his head, he went back into the living room. “On your hands and knees.” Something flickered in her eyes, but she complied. “First, I’m going to take out the plug. Then I’m gonna replace it with my cock and fuck your ass. Because I can fuck this ass anytime I want to, can’t I?” Callie shivered at his question, replying, “Yes, Sir, if it pleases you, Sir.” “Fucking my kitten’s dirty little hole always pleases me. I’ve missed fucking you like this.” He gently withdrew the plug, placing it on a towel he’d brought from the playroom. After lubing his cock, he easily slid into her stretched opening. “So hot,” he couldn’t help but growl. His good intentions of going easy on her flew out the window as her ass clenched around him, and he began fucking her with deep, even strokes, pushing his thighs against her time and time again as he shoved in balls-deep. It didn’t take long for him to come, and he released his load into her with a possessive pleasure he hadn’t felt in, well, about three years.

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That was the wrong thing to do to reestablish our power exchange. I’m in even deeper now. Fuck! Pulling out, he immediately went to the bathroom to clean up. He stayed in there longer than necessary in a vain attempt to gather his wits, and then finally went back to the living room. Callie was still on her hands and knees. “I have some work to do. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” She looked up at him, hurt and even a little anger reflected in her eyes. He hadn’t let her come, but she was being punished—she should know better than to expect to be permitted to orgasm when she was in punishment. He avoided her gaze as he planted a light kiss in her hair before leaving the room. He hid out in his home office until he heard his front door slam, then let out a long breath. He was in deep shit. He pounded his fist on his desk. He still hadn’t asked her why she’d left. Every time he saw her, the questions just flew out of his head. But if he wanted to figure out how to hold onto her this time, he needed to know. Picking up the phone, he debated calling her. With the way she’d slammed his door, he would guess she was pretty pissed. Better to wait until she was in a calmer mood. With a grunt, he dropped the receiver back into the cradle.

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Chapter Seven Callie left Sir’s house, stunned. He’d punished her, fucked her, and dismissed her. She had no idea what to do or even where to go. If she went back to Lora’s house, she knew she would succumb to the emptiness inside and spend the rest of the day bawling, but she certainly didn’t want to go to her parents’ house with tear tracks running down her cheeks. Being seen in public was out for the same reason. Callie hated that he could tear her up like this—she should be stronger. She was a smart, successful woman. So why did Sir’s treatment of her bother her so much? As a submissive, she naturally sought his approval, wanted to please him and make him happy. But this was ridiculous. He wasn’t even angry with her—why did she feel like the worst person in the world? Like his biggest disappointment? She decided on a movie. At least then she’d be alone in the dark where no one would bother her for a few hours. But as she sat and noticed all the happy couples surrounding her, she had to fight back the tears that kept threatening to erupt. It was only the knowledge that if she cried, he would be defeating her spirit that kept her from breaking down. Today had been eerily similar to how he’d treated her the last time they’d been together. He’d almost destroyed her once, and there was no way she was going to let him do it again. After watching but not seeing an entire movie, she stumbled back to her car. Once back at Lora’s, she avoided her friend and headed straight to the bathroom. As she undressed, she remembered how he’d punished her today, and another feeling leaped to the forefront of her consciousness. This was undoubtedly one of the main reasons she was so upset, and she couldn’t believe she hadn’t been able to articulate it before now. The problem was that he hadn’t so much as laid a finger on her, but instead had forced her to undress and then remain there on her hands and knees while he trimmed his fucking tree! Unbelievable! How dare he punish me like that? I’m not his full-time sub! He had no right!

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She ignored the little voice in her head that said she wanted him for a full-time dom. If they ever returned to that kind of relationship, she would be subjected to his rules and punished when she broke them, just like she had been today, but right now, she was mad. After getting out of the shower, Callie dressed in a pair of soft wool pants and an angora sweater. Sitting down at the vanity, she carefully styled her hair and applied her makeup. Her parents threw a huge party every Christmas Eve, and Callie knew they would expect her to play the role of the perfect daughter—the fact that they’d hardly communicated since she’d left town notwithstanding. She drove to her parents’ house and did her best to be polite to her father’s work colleagues, her mother’s society matrons, and the various neighbors and other friends who stopped by. The memory of Sir’s punishment was too fresh in her mind to go anywhere near the bar, which was a pity, because having a drink or two in her would’ve livened up the crowd a little. The party ended a little after midnight, and she staggered home, exhausted. Returning on Christmas morning, she attended church with her parents and then went back to their house, where another large party was forming. Her mother had the meal catered, just like last night’s had been, so at least the food was good. She refused even a small glass of wine, though, knowing Jack was expecting to see her later. By the time she’d slogged her way through another torturous day of playing the doting daughter, she’d built up quite a head of steam. As she drove to his house, she decided they were going to have a serious talk. She arrived and rang the bell, and while she waited on his doorstep, her anger built even more. Was he even home? What was taking him so long to answer his damn door? She was freezing, and having to wait wasn’t helping her mood one bit. By the time he finally appeared, she simply surged right past him and turned around, crossing her arms over her breasts. “Pet, is something wrong?” he asked, crossing his own arms. Trying not to get distracted by the sight of his T-shirt pulled tight over his biceps and chest, she cried, “Damn right, something is wrong!” “All right. Calm down, and we’ll talk about it.” Barely resisting the urge to stomp her foot, she cried, “Don’t tell me to calm down!” “Pet…”

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Callie heard the warning tone of his voice, but this time she would not be deterred. “I want to talk about yesterday.” “What about it?” “You had no right to punish me!” One dark, arrogant brow rose. “Oh?” “No, you didn’t. I’m not your full-time sub!” “No, and we need to talk about that. I want some answers about why you left the last time we tried this. However, if we’re talking about yesterday, you’re under my protection right now, and you did something you knew damn well was stupid and careless. What kind of dom would I be if I didn’t punish you for that?” The rest of his words faded into the background. “Under your protection? What is this, Victorian England?” “You know what I mean. When you’re subbing for me, I’m responsible for you. It’s a basic BDSM tenet, pet, and you know that.” Callie did stomp her foot this time and growled when she saw Jack fight a smile. “This is not funny!” Jack’s eyes turned dark and stormy in an instant, and Callie had to fight not to retreat. “No, it’s not funny at all. If you’re just going to do whatever the hell you want, then why are you here? Why did you agree to submit to me again? Why did you bother to come over right now?” “Because I wanted to tell you I didn’t appreciate being treated like that.” Jack pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “You’re a sub! A submissive. You’re submissive to me!” He jerked his thumb toward his chest. “You know what being submissive means, and don’t even try to tell me you don’t. You’re not new at this—in the back of your mind, you must’ve known how I would react. You know how I feel about drunk driving.” Callie rubbed her head. “You’re right, I do, and that part I’m sorry about. Look, I don’t want to fight with you. I think I just need some time. I haven’t subbed for anyone since—” He ruthlessly cut in. “Since you left me?” She bit her lip for a moment before replying, “Yes.”

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He went and opened the door. “Take all the time you need. I won’t force you to submit to me—you know me better than that.” She was more than a little surprised he was letting her go this easily, especially after what had happened before. “You’re taking this pretty calmly. Does it really not bother you that I’m leaving?” He slammed the door shut again and grabbed her, walked her backward until she felt the cold wall behind her. “Let’s get one thing straight: it bothers the hell outta me that you want to leave right now. It bothers me that I don’t know if you want to leave tonight or forever. I don’t know what you want, and I can’t read your mind, but yeah, it bothers me that you want to leave. Bank on that.” “Then why aren’t you fighting for me?” He planted his hands on both sides of her head, trapping her between him and the wall. “You want me to fight for you?” Her chest was heaving with the effort to breathe. She could only nod. With a groan, he pushed his body into hers and took her lips in a deep, drugging kiss. He hadn’t really kissed her since that first day they’d been back together, and she melted into him, forcing her hands between their bodies to clutch the front of his shirt. His tongue plunged into her mouth, and any protest she might’ve had about his high-handedness died in her throat as he continued to seduce her with his lips, tongue, and teeth. She moaned and pushed in closer. This was what she wanted—to know he needed her as desperately as she needed him. He thrust a powerful thigh between her legs and dropped his hands to palm her ass. She gave a little moan, which he promptly swallowed, and then he lifted her so she was riding his leg. After a moment, he pushed away and tugged at the button of her jeans. “Get these off.” Callie didn’t even consider arguing. Sliding her down to the floor, Sir helped her remove her pants before unzipping his own jeans. He pulled out his hard cock and rubbed it between her thighs. “So wet for me…” Moaning again, Callie grabbed his biceps. He picked her up and lifted her onto his erection, her legs circling his waist. Her head fell back against the wall with a thud as he fully seated himself within her. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He began to thrust, and she matched him

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movement for movement. “I wanna fuck you right through this wall,” he panted, his hips snapping again and again, sending frissons of pleasure spiraling outward from her pussy. After another moment, he withdrew and fell to his knees, pulling her to his mouth. “Gotta taste you.” He licked from bottom to top once, twice, a third time, while she writhed, plunging both hands into his thick, wavy black hair to keep his mouth on her. She had to lock her knees to stay upright as he latched on to her clit, stroking it with the flat of his tongue using short, heavy strokes. He stopped just long enough to say, “Come for me, pet.” On his command, she fractured, jolts of electricity pulsing through every cell. He continued to play her while her release abated; then he stood up and plunged his cock back inside. It only took a few hard, short thrusts for him to come too, and he let out a primal grunt as he emptied himself into her. They both stood there, panting, until Jack swore viciously. Callie’s head snapped up in alarm. “What?” “We didn’t solve anything, and doing this certainly didn’t help.” He tucked himself back into his jeans, leaving her strangely bereft. “That was a shitty thing for me to do. If you want to go, I’ll understand.” He turned away. “I don’t want to go,” Callie whispered. He ran his hand over his face, and Callie shuddered. She’d never seen him look so ruffled and out of sorts. He was always the rock—the one she leaned on, the one who guided her. “I’m not sure my mood right now is conducive to a healthy scene.” “I don’t want a scene. I just want you.” She started to reach into her purse for her collar, but Jack shook his head and then turned around, glancing at her briefly. “Not like this, not in my current state of mind. Go, Callie. Think about everything, and call me tomorrow.” “If that’s what you want.” She looked at him and saw a flicker of something, but he schooled his expression. It was gone before she could identify it. “It’s what I want.” Callie looked at him for another moment, and when his expression didn’t change, she hurriedly dressed, picked up her coat and purse, and left. She was out the door and in her car before she really even knew what had happened. Sure, she’d gone over there in anger, but he’d

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made a lot of good points. And then things had spun out of control, and he’d taken her against the wall, which he’d never done before. It had seemed like he was desperate for her, like he couldn’t get enough—couldn’t control himself. He had never behaved like that before. What was different? Callie shook her head to clear it. She wouldn’t find any answers sitting there in the cold. Sighing, she started the car and pulled out of Jack’s driveway.

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Chapter Eight Callie woke up the next morning and trudged to the kitchen. Lora looked up, her eyes wide. “I thought you were staying at Jack’s house last night.” “I was supposed to, but we kind of got in a fight.” “How do you ‘kind of’ get into a fight?” Callie sat and rubbed her temples. She had a splitting headache. “Okay, we didn’t kind of anything. We really got into one.” “Do you wanna talk about it?” “No, not particularly.” She’d thought about their fight for hours when she’d gotten home last night and still hadn’t come to a good conclusion. Even after turning it over and over in her mind, she didn’t know what had happened. Through it all, though, one thing remained: she wasn’t sure he had it in him to give her what she needed. The thought left her cold, and she shivered. “Do you want me to turn up the heat? Are you cold?” “No, just a little chilled. I can grab a sweater.” “Want some coffee?” Callie smiled, figuring Lora would leave her alone if she looked happy enough. “Sure, I’d love some. I’ll be back in a minute.” She rose, and Lora followed suit. She went to her room and grabbed her big, fluffy sweater and pulled it right over her sleep shirt before returning to the kitchen. A steaming mug of coffee sat waiting on the table. “Thanks, Lora. I appreciate all you’ve done for me—letting me stay here, taking care of me…” Lora regarded her with a puzzled expression. “Of course, honey—what else would I do?” She paused for a beat. “Are you going to see Jack today?”

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Callie chuckled, but there was no warmth behind it. “I have no idea. He told me to go home and think about things and then call him today. But I thought and thought and thought about it last night and came to no conclusion. I don’t want to lose what we just rediscovered, but I’m not sure he can make me happy long-term.” Lora placed her hand on Callie’s shoulder and squeezed. “You’ll figure it out. You always do.” “I wish I had that much faith in myself.” “Don’t we all.” Lora left the kitchen, and Callie wrapped her ice-cold hands around her coffee mug. She hadn’t been able to warm up since she’d left Sir’s house last night. Pulling the sleeves of her sweater down to cover her hands, she stared out the back door at the falling snow outside. Unfortunately it didn’t hold any answers to her dilemma. Her cell phone rang, and she rose to get it from the counter where she’d left it to charge. She spied Jack’s name on the caller ID, and her heartbeat sped up until she could feel it pounding against her ribs. “Hello?” “Callie?” “Yes, Sir, hello.” “I think we should talk. Are you able to come see me?” “Yes. I need to shower, but I can be over in about an hour.” “Good. See you then.” He hung up, and she pulled the phone away from her ear, staring at it for a moment. She had no idea what to make of the conversation. Was he angry? Feeling guilty? Did he still want her? Did she want him? God, she did. Oh, she really did. But if she was going to have him, she wanted all of him. She couldn’t accept anything less. It would kill her. She rushed through her shower and made it to his house in forty-five minutes. He let her in and took her coat. “Sit down, Callie. Don’t kneel—sit on the floor.” The tone of his voice made it impossible to argue—not that she would’ve anyway. She was curious about what he’d say.

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He pushed a hand through his hair and blew out a harsh breath. “First of all, I wanted to say I’m sorry I took you against the wall like a rutting beast.” “Did you hear me complaining?” “No, but I apologize nonetheless. And about the other matter—of me punishing you? There I disagree with you. I thought about it a lot, and I believe I had every right to punish you for your actions. I’m not sorry I did it. Me punishing you, when I feel you’re doing something physically or emotionally harmful, was part of the contract you signed.” Callie nodded, sighing. Screwing up her courage, she said, “You’re right, it was, and that gives you the right to discipline me as you see fit.” His eyebrows rose. “So you’re agreeing?” “Yeah. If I’m going to submit to you, I can’t have it both ways.” She gazed at him steadily, and when he didn’t say anything, she continued. “I have to be responsible for my behavior, and if I’m not, I have to accept any decision you make to punish me.” “Does this also mean you’re agreeing to truly submit to me?” “Yes, Sir.” “No more topping from the bottom?” She almost smiled, but she thought better of it. “No, Sir, no more topping from the bottom.” His expression changed in a heartbeat, and Callie sucked in a breath. “Go in the playroom, undress, and get on the table on your back. Spread your legs, and put your arms over your head. I’ll put on your collar when I get in there.” She rushed to comply. Glancing back, she saw him slip even further into his dom persona. His face set into hard lines, and his eyes went dark. He even seemed to stand straighter when he was dominating her. A chill chased down her spine.

**** When Jack came into the playroom a few minutes later after willing his dick to subside and his blood to stop boiling, he saw Callie had indeed followed his instructions. Even with her declaration, after that blowup earlier, he hadn’t been sure if she would defy him. He really

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should’ve made her kneel first and present her collar to him to reinforce her protocol, but he was on such shaky ground he hadn’t wanted to push it. Now, though, he was ready to push it and her. Going to his toy cabinet, he pulled out wrist cuffs. He’d had restraints built into the table, of course, but these would allow for more flexibility to account for her neck injury. Coming over to the table, he said, mostly to himself, “Gonna use a blindfold too.” She offered nothing in response, and after attaching the cuffs, he returned to the cabinet, grabbed a blindfold, and placed it around her head. He knew she couldn’t see a damn thing, but asked anyway, just to make her a little more aware of her current limitations. “Can you see?” “No, Sir.” “And are the cuffs comfortable?” They were fleece-lined, and he’d run a finger between them and her skin when he’d applied them, as he always did, but wanted her confirmation. “Yes, Sir.” “Good. Then we’ll begin.” Reaching over to the table with her gifts on it, he lifted the cock gag out of the pile. “Open up.” She did, and he slid the two-inch silicone head in. Bringing the Velcro straps of the gag to the back of her head, he closed them and gave her the scarf she could use in place of her safe word. He stood back for a second, looking at his beautiful submissive. As expected, seeing the cock gag stuffed in her mouth made him hard as a tree, and he absentmindedly rubbed the front of his pants to lessen the ache. He turned and looked at the array of other items. Picking up the snowflake nipple shields, he smiled. A whimsical toy, to be sure, but when he’d spotted them in the store, he’d starting thinking about Callie’s swollen, red nipples peeking through the delicate silver flakes and had hardened instantly. Lowering his head, he took one of her breasts into his mouth and suckled hard. Callie jerked on her bonds, and he swallowed a chuckle. Every reaction he got from her just made him want her more and more. When her nipple was distended properly, he slid the shield on and walked around to her other side, keeping contact with her body as he moved. After applying the second snowflake, he stood back to admire his handiwork. “Gorgeous…” He planned to save the vibrator for later, if she was a good girl. He grabbed his bag of clothespins and started to work. The clothespins were made for BDSM play. They had a rubberized inside and held better than standard clothespins. He

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attached them all around each breast and then set to work clipping them to Callie’s labia. While he worked, he heard Callie’s breathing speeding up, and he prayed for control. Finished, Jack returned to her head and smoothed back her hair as best he could with the straps for both the blindfold and the gag around her head. “Still with me, pet?” She nodded. “If you’re truly all right, squeeze my hand three times.” Placing his hand in her bound one, he waited. She squeezed, and he counted, one, two, three. “Good girl,” he crooned. He had plans for the minicrop, but first it was time to test Callie’s erotic pain threshold. He loved pushing Callie’s limits. Every time he did, she made him proud. He’d never met anyone like Callie, and he cherished her submission. Picking up his full-size crop, he swung it a few times and watched as Callie tried not to flinch at the sound. The end of this crop was made of firm leather about an inch across in a nice triangle shape. It was good for his intended purpose because the tip didn’t collapse, and if the tip was too flimsy, it wouldn’t do this job properly. Starting with the first clothespin he’d put on, he flicked it with the crop, and it fell off, leaving a pink set of two lines behind. Moving around the table to get the proper angle for each clothespin, he systematically knocked each one off her breasts as Callie let out a series of moans and groans punctuated by the occasional grunt. As he worked, Jack watched her facial expressions for any sign of true distress but saw none. He also kept an eye on the scarf in her hand to make sure she didn’t drop it. Next he moved lower. She’d kept her legs spread so far, but he knew once she felt the crop near her pussy, it would be very difficult to keep them that way. He considered for a moment whether he should let her struggle or if he should use a spreader bar and take away the temptation. There were merits to both: if he didn’t use the bar, it would reinforce her submission to have to willingly and consciously keep her legs spread, but if he did use the bar, she would feel more helpless. Jack began to lightly massage her undoubtedly aching tits while he debated with himself. After a few minutes, he made his decision. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead and said, “I’m just going over to the armoire for a moment, pet. I’ll be right back.” Instead of grabbing his spreader bar, though, he chose a suspension apparatus. Coming back to Callie, he attached cuffs to the ends of the steel bar, closed her ankles into them, and then used the chain that made the other two sides of the triangle to pull her legs up to a ninety-degree angle. Climbing on the table,

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he fastened the chain to a D ring mounted in the beam above. He then checked the angle to make sure her back was still flat and hopped down. His Callie was spread before him like the best, most sumptuous buffet he’d ever seen. Walking over to where her head lay, he took the gag out of her mouth and set it aside. “I’m going to test you today, pet. What we’ve already done is just a prelude of much more to come. Are you ready?” “Yes, Sir.” Leaning down, he plunged his tongue into her mouth and kissed her. Cupping her face in his hands, he deepened the kiss even farther, trying to get inside her any way he could. Finally he came up for air. “You delight me, pet. How are your arms and wrists feeling? Any pain? Numbness?” “They’re fine, Sir.” “Then I’ll continue.” Picking up the riding crop from where he’d dropped it earlier, he swung at each of the clothespins clipped to her labia. Without the gag in her mouth, she gasped and made other little sounds each time the crop descended. When her pussy was free from pins, he flicked the tip right over the lips themselves several times before exchanging it for the minicrop. He’d never used a minicrop on a sub before, and this one had a more flexible end, but he’d spent a couple of hours this morning practicing with it, as the palm of his hand and his left leg could attest. Reaching out, he spread her labia until the opening of her pussy came into view. He flicked the crop right on it, and Callie grunted, biting her lip. He did it again, and then a third time. He stopped. Pulling apart her ass cheeks, he heard Callie’s swift intake of breath. “Oh yes, pet, what you’re thinking is exactly what’s going to happen.” Without preamble, he laid three light strokes with the crop right on her anus and then looked up at her face. Her mouth was open, but she wasn’t crying or screaming, so he gave her five more strokes, harder than before, and then moved back up and struck her clit with several blows. He saw her pussy contract and warned, “You do not have permission to come. Obviously you need more pain.” He began raining blows all the way from her clit to her pussy to her ass, striking quickly before moving on to the next target. Callie moaned and began to thrash in her bonds, but still he kept at it, wanting to know how much his little pet could take. His dick was increasingly

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uncomfortable inside his pants, but he refused to take them off—it would be too tempting to just plunge into her sweetness, and he wanted Callie to come first. She was a bit of a pain slut, and he knew if he kept on, she would explode. Looking up at her again, he saw sweat was pouring off her, and he continued until she was truly straining. He didn’t want her to hurt herself, so he dropped the crop on the table and pushed two fingers inside her, curling them up to rub her Gspot. “Come.” Callie arched off the table, screaming as her pussy contracted rhythmically around his marauding fingers. He continued to rub her G-spot to prolong her orgasm, relentlessly working her. Finally she sank back onto the table, her breath sawing in and out of her mouth like she’d run a marathon. Jack chuckled. “You can have a little rest, but I’m far from done with you, my little slut.” Callie groaned. Jack removed his fingers, sucking her juices off them as he moved to the dimmer switch to turn down the lights. He’d had them on high, so he could see what he was doing, but he didn’t want to shock Callie’s system when he removed the blindfold. Going to the end of the table, he did exactly that. She blinked up at him, her eyes focusing after a moment. He removed his pants and climbed up on the table. Taking a firm hold on Callie’s legs, which were still attached to the suspension bar, he pushed into her and let out a sound he hardly recognized as coming from him. Reaching down, he pulled the snowflake shields off her nipples, and she groaned as the blood came rushing back into her sensitized tissues. Immediately he began to saw in and out of her with long, heavy strokes, gripping the suspension bar itself to get maximum leverage. It didn’t take long for his mind to empty of anything but the exquisite pleasure of having his cock inside Callie. All too soon his addled brain registered the impending climax, and he gave in to it, pushing all the way to her womb to empty himself into her. Callie moaned as his orgasm went on and on. He got off the table on unsteady legs and redressed, then returned to Callie. He undid the restraints before carrying her to the living room. Laying her down on the couch, he went to get a glass of water for both of them. A myriad of thoughts crowded into his brain all at once while he watched Callie lying in a heap on his sofa. None of them were anything he was prepared to discuss. He didn’t want things to end in a few days, that was for damn sure. His heart was screaming to offer her forever, but his head was arguing equally hard that he couldn’t make her

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happy, that the fairest thing to do would be to let her go. He snorted. No fucking way was he was going to just sit by and let her leave this time. Returning, he gathered Callie into a fluffy blanket on his lap and handed her the water. She drank from it and wiped her mouth with her hand before turning to him. “I dropped right into subspace when you started taking off the clothespins. I’ve never dropped that fast or felt anything like it—that was quite a rush. You were using a crop, right?” Jack nodded. “I thought maybe you had. Your sounds were different. How do you feel now? Dizzy? Disoriented?” “No, just tired.” “Would you like to take a nap?” “If you don’t mind.” “Of course I don’t mind. I’ll get some work done and make dinner.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “What? I’m not a bad cook.” Callie shifted in his arms, and he couldn’t help thinking how natural she felt there. “I don’t doubt that—you’re not bad at anything.” Jack barked out a bitter laugh. “You and I both know that’s not true.” “You’ve never offered to cook for me before.” “Well, now I am, so take advantage of it.” Callie began to move off his lap, and he found himself saying, “Use my bed. It’s more comfortable.” “The bed in the playroom?” “No, my bed. In my bedroom.” Callie slid him a look, then nodded. No doubt she was as surprised at hearing his suggestion as he was at making it. Rising, she walked out of the room, still naked. Jack sighed and ran his hands over his face. How could he reconcile what the two halves of him wanted? And if he did, how would she react?

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Chapter Nine Callie woke up feeling disoriented and looked around. She was in Sir’s bedroom, snuggled up in a bed that smelled like him—a hint of cologne and something most easily identifiable as simply “male.” She pulled the end of the pillow toward her, inhaled deeply, and sighed. There was something about the way Jack smelled that just drove her crazy. She hadn’t paid much attention to his bedroom earlier, as she’d been half-asleep, but she took a moment to look around now. He’d always kept her away from here, preferring to scene in his playroom, and she felt a bit like a voyeur, seeing his inner sanctum now. Navy walls set off the bamboo floors, which were covered in strategic areas with thick throw rugs the same color as the walls. His king-size bed with a navy comforter rested on a brown leather platform with a matching brown leather headboard. Dark wood end tables sat on each side of the massive bed, and a pair of sconces provided lighting from above. A low, wide dresser with a large, ornately framed mirror hanging over it was opposite the bed, and two taller chests of drawers stood next to each other along another wall. His bedroom furnishings didn’t surprise her—he was a man’s man, and his bedroom reflected it. A door on one wall led to a master bathroom. Callie could only see the tub from where she was, but it looked gloriously large. She debated running in there and locking the door behind her to take about a five-hour soak, but her hunger and curiosity about what Sir had made for dinner had her rising in search of him. She found him in his home office poring over a stack of papers. Black, angular frames were perched on his strong nose, and Callie took a moment to just stand there at the room’s threshold to admire his beauty. He would surely scoff if he knew she had just described him as beautiful, but his perfect, tanned skin, coupled with his dark hair and intense dark eyes, put him in unique territory. She hadn’t missed the admiring looks students and faculty alike had

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bestowed upon him as he’d strolled down the hallowed halls of the university like he owned the place. Clearing her throat, she watched as he gradually pulled his attention away from the paper in front of him. She loved his dedication to his students. When a student was the object of his attention, that student felt like the only human being on the planet; in fact, it was what had led to her initial decision to submit to him. Callie knew without a doubt that during any scene, she would be the only thing on his mind. “Hey. How did you sleep?” “Like a rock.” “I hope you’re hungry. I went a little nuts.” Callie crossed her arms over her breasts and watched as his gaze tracked the movement. “What did you make?” “It’s a surprise.” Rising, he said, “Come.” He strode back to his bedroom and reached behind the bathroom door. Withdrawing a black fleece robe, he draped it around her shoulders. Then he went to the dresser and took out a pair of wool socks. “Sit down.” Callie smiled but didn’t argue. If Sir was going to allow her some clothes, she wasn’t about to complain. He put the socks on her feet, and they both laughed as she was nearly swallowed up by them. After pulling her up, he knotted the robe at her waist. Keeping her hand tightly clasped in his, he went into the kitchen. He lifted her to the counter a few feet from the stove, and she settled in to watch him work. Two pots sat on the stove, one bubbling merrily and the other waiting to be used. Going to the sink, he filled the empty pot and set it on the burner, turning it to high. He then went to the island next to her and pulled the towel off a loaf pan. “Ah, that’s what I smell…” Callie purred. Sir smiled and neatly knocked the loaf onto the cutting board. He sliced off a few pieces and handed one to her, still warm. Callie sank her teeth into it and moaned. “Wonderful,” she managed around a mouthful of yeasty bread. He returned to the stove, smirking at her before returning his attention to the pots in front of him. “Hopefully that will keep you happy until dinner is ready.” “Mmhmm…”

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He lifted the lid and stirred something that smelled a little spicy, but Callie couldn’t quite place the scent. “What’s that?” “Well, the whole thing is going to be Mexican spaghetti. My mom gave me the recipe when I moved out, but I only learned how to make it within the past year or so.” Callie had forgotten his mother had some Hispanic blood—he looked so Italian, she never even considered that some of his looks may have come from her. “Mexican spaghetti? Do tell.” Callie folded her legs underneath her and settled in to listen. “Well, it’s basically a meat sauce with beef and chorizo, which is a spicy sausage, a bunch of other spices, and some beer. You mix it with the pasta and put pepper jack cheese on top.” He turned to her. “You’re okay with spicy stuff, right?” “I love spicy.” “I really love making this dish. The only problem is, it’s hard to scale down the recipe, and so it’s a waste to cook it just for me. I like that you can appreciate a little spice.” He winked at her, and she didn’t know what to make of this suddenly playful mood. He’d never acted like a… She glanced at him again, narrowing her eyes. Like a boyfriend. He’d been her Sir, her Dom, her Master, but he’d never been her boyfriend. He’d fucked her in every conceivable way, but he’d never made love to her. Suddenly he turned away from the stove. “What’s the matter, baby?” She hated that he could read her so easily. “Why are you acting like this?” She blurted the thought out before she could stop it. She clapped a hand over her mouth as her eyes widened. He just cocked his head to the side. “Like what?” She gestured toward the stove, the robe. “Like a boyfriend.” “Maybe I’ve learned a little something about women while you’ve been away.” With that cryptic statement, he turned back to the stove and stirred the sauce again. Was he angry? Upset? In his dom persona, she had no trouble figuring out what he was feeling because he always told her. But now? Now she had no clue. He cooked, and she watched. When it was done, they sat down to dinner at his kitchen table like a perfectly normal couple. They’d never been normal, though. Sure, Sir had always taken care of her after they’d done a scene, snuggling with her and making sure she drank some

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water, but this was different. It felt weird, and yet so right. If she got her hopes up about a future like this with him and he rejected her again, she wasn’t sure if she would survive the heartbreak. When she looked at him lounging across from her at his small café table, though, her heart wanted to believe. Oh, it wanted to believe so badly. As they ate, he asked about her life now, what she was writing, where she was living. There was an unspoken question contained within the quiz, though—How tied are you to Baltimore? They finished eating and did the dishes together in companionable silence punctuated only by brief interludes of “that goes there” and “hand me a new towel from that drawer.” When the dishwasher was loaded and the pans had been washed, he jerked his head toward the living room. “Shall we?” Callie followed and paused, not sure if she should sit on the couch or kneel in front of him as she customarily would. She got her answer when he pointed to the floor at his feet. Sinking down gratefully, her world began to right itself again. This was a role she understood how to play. He gathered her hair up and placed her head on his thigh, gently massaging her scalp. Relaxing her tense shoulders by degrees, she let him work his strong fingers into her head and neck muscles. She’d nearly fallen asleep when he cleared his throat. “Look at me, pet.” Her gaze rose to his face, and her brow furrowed. He looked so serious. “Don’t be afraid. I just don’t want there to be any misunderstandings concerning what I’m about to say.” Leaning back so she could face him, she waited for him to speak. He cleared his throat again. Was he nervous? She’d never seen him nervous, and it made her nervous to see it now. “I’d like you to spend the night, to be with me in my bed.” After studying his face for a moment, Callie nodded. “All right, Sir.” “I want to play, but not like we normally do—I want to take my time and worship your body as it should be worshipped. You are my Christmas present to myself, and I intend to enjoy you as the precious gift you are. There will be no pain tonight, only pleasure. Do you understand?” “I-I think so, Sir.”

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“Good. Let’s go then.” He rose and pulled her up, but before they moved from the living room, he pushed both hands into her hair and brought his mouth down to hers. When he finally pulled back and she could focus again, he looked every inch a stalking predator. His eyes flared with heat as he stared at her, and she shivered. Abruptly he picked her up and walked out of the room. Arriving in his bedroom, he laid her on the bed. “I need to get my gift-wrapping supplies. Stay there. Oh, and lose the robe.” Despite his spirited, lighthearted mood earlier, it didn’t occur to her to disobey him. After shucking the robe, Callie flopped onto her back and reached her arms over her head as she stretched. She was still a little stiff from earlier, but her nap had definitely helped. Sir came back into the room carrying a big pile of stuff and set it all down on the edge of the bed. Callie started to look down, but Sir said, “Uh-uh, eyes up.” Dutifully she raised her gaze until she was staring at the ceiling. Her arms were still above her head, and she heard him chuckle. “My perfect little submissive, already in position to be restrained.” Glancing at the headboard, she frowned. The leather wasn’t exactly conducive to bondage. “Don’t you worry, pet. I’ve got a plan.” He began to unravel something from a package, but Callie couldn’t tell what it was, though it sounded kind of crinkly. He came to the head of the bed, and she saw he was holding a long length of gold garland. “Hands.” Eyebrow raised, she offered him her hands, and he tied them together. Sir went into the attached bath and came back with a towel, which he placed underneath her. Her eyebrow rose again, but Sir just gave her an enigmatic smile and left the room. “Now where did he go?” she muttered. Callie jumped when Sir answered. “Forgot something in the playroom.” He grinned down at her. “Didn’t hear me coming, did you?” He held up a contraption. “Spread those lovely thighs for me, baby.” She did, and he attached a leather cuff at about midthigh. A small spreader bar stretched between them. He ran the garland through the D bolts on each cuff, which basically formed a triangle of garland going from her hands to her legs. “Hmmm, that’s going to be too much pressure on your poor wrists,” he murmured. “Aha! An idea…” Sir left the room again, and Callie shook her head in amusement. She’d never seen this side of him—he was like a kid in a candy store.

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He came back with a bunch of cords and other items and dropped them on the floor. “I bought this restraining system years ago but never really used it. It’ll be perfect for my purposes today, though.” He set out attaching the cords to what Callie presumed were the legs of the bed frame. He brought them up and attached one to each wrist. “That should help. Comfortable?” “As comfortable as I can be with my thighs spread wider than they are at my gynecologist’s office, Sir,” Callie joked. Her gaze darted to his face, but he just threw his head back and laughed. “Good. Let me know if anything pulls.” He sat on the bed next to her torso and, leaning down, took one of her breasts into his mouth. Suckling hard, he moaned against her nipple, and Callie shuddered. “You taste so fucking good…” After repeating the action with her other breast, he reattached the nipple shields she’d been wearing earlier and stepped back. “What a picture.” He cocked his head to the side. “But you’re missing one thing…” Reaching down to the foot of the bed, he produced the vibrator he’d given her yesterday. He applied lube to the vaginal and anal pieces of the toy and slid it home inside her, turning it to low. Callie’s back arched. “Shhh, can’t have you coming too soon.” “No, can’t have that, Sir,” Callie grumbled. He laughed again. “By the way, tonight you have permission to come as often as you want to, and I intend to keep at you until you pass out.” He winked at her, and she could only stare at him. Where had her Sir gone? She wasn’t complaining, though she loved him just the way he was. Her eyes widened as that thought echoed like a mantra in her head. Love him love him love him love him love him… Callie hadn’t intended to love him, but she did. She’d loved him before; apparently the feeling had never really gone away, it had just lain dormant. If she told him now, would he welcome her love or throw it in her face? When they’d been together before, he hadn’t said he loved her, and yet his intensity had scared her. She hadn’t been sure she could live with someone who expected so much of her and yet didn’t love her. This time she refused to accept anything less than everything. Last time he’d given her his body, but it hadn’t been nearly enough. Now she wanted his very soul. “Little one, what’s wrong?”

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“N-nothing.” “Are you sure? The restraints aren’t too tight? Talk to me.” “It’s nothing. Really. I’m okay.” He gave her a look, and she shivered. “If we were having normal play, I wouldn’t let you get away with that, but for now, I’ll let it slide.” Callie released a slow breath. “Thank you, Sir.” “Call me Jack. Tonight I just want to be Jack.” “Jack…” She rolled the word around on her tongue. He took a hold of her dangling foot and nuzzled up and into the inside of her knee. “When I make you come tonight, my beauty, I want you to scream my name.” “Okay,” was all she managed to get out around the catch of breath his words caused. What was he doing to her?

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Chapter Ten Jack stared down at Callie. She was his, whether she knew it or not. If she didn’t know now, she soon would. He went back to the pile of things on the bed and extracted a package of tinsel. She eyed it suspiciously. “What are you planning to do with that?” “You’ll see.” Callie heaved a sigh he was sure she would never dare to if they were doing a scene in the playroom, and he smiled to himself. He loved being a dom—it was his natural state of being— but with Callie, he found himself wanting to not only dominate her but know her, to see what made her tick, to love her. Love her? Tilting his head, he regarded Callie again. She squirmed as much as she was able to in her bonds. Before, he’d been obsessed with her, but this time was different. Jack wasn’t stupid—he knew what had changed. The moment he’d seen her at that party, he’d known. He was in love with her. Sure his cock had jumped the moment he’d spied her, but more than that, his heart had turned over in his chest. He’d felt alive again for the first time in years. Yes, he was in love with his little subbie. But could he make her believe it? The tinsel now unwrapped, he took a chunk of it in each hand and dropped the rest. Approaching her, he ran the tinsel over her bare skin, and she shuddered. “You’re going to torture me with that, aren’t you?” “Maybe,” he drawled, leaving pieces of it scattered along her belly and up over her breasts. Trailing more over her arms and neck, he watched her face. “You hate being tickled, don’t you?” “Not a big fan, no.”

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“Perhaps this will help.” Reaching down, he turned the vibrator up one more notch, and she moaned. “Does it feel good, baby?” “So good.” “Do you like the piece vibrating in your ass?” “Very much. It…”—her brow furrowed as she searched for the right word—“Adds something.” “Yes, I would think so. You love having your ass filled, don’t you?” He turned up the vibrator again as he spoke, and Callie’s back bowed as she moaned. “Callie? Answer me, baby.” “Yes, I love having my ass filled.” “And I love filling it.” Callie moaned again, and Jack felt his cock twitch. Backing away from the bed, he began to undress, fearing if he didn’t lessen the constriction on his dick soon, he’d pass out. When he was fully naked, he knelt between her spread thighs. Taking hold of the vibrator, he began to move it in and out of her body with short, shallow strokes. “Please, Jack, please…” Plunging the vibrator in all the way, he pushed the dial to the highest setting, and Callie exploded. Her eyes closed, and her lips parted on a long, sensual groan as her entire body tensed. Jack moved the vibe in and out a few times and then withdrew it, fastening his mouth to her engorged clit. She screamed his name. He pulled away long enough to growl, “That’s it, baby, give it to me. Come for me.” Flicking his tongue over her clit again and again, he helped her ride through a second climax. After taking one final, long lick, Jack sat up. He cupped her face. “Can you take more? I want to be inside you so badly.” She nodded, and he slid two fingers inside her. “So wet for me.” “Always.” Jack removed the bar spreading her thighs and pushed forward, sinking into her wet heat balls-deep. Pulling back, he pushed in again and released a low groan. “You feel so fucking good. I can’t stand it. You’re gonna be the death of me.” Callie giggled, and he covered the sound with his mouth. She sucked on his tongue, and he nearly lost it. He had to marshal every bit of control he’d learned as a dominant in order to forestall his orgasm. He’d be damned if he’d come before he’d made Callie break apart in his arms at least one more time.

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Reaching down, he let his fingers play along the top of her slit until the tips made contact with her clit. Callie sucked in a breath as he began to work her with the short strokes of his cock and the tight circles he made with his fingers. Callie cried out, and her pussy clenched around his cock in the most delicious way. He rode her out, thrusting shallowly as the rhythmic contractions continued and then finally abated. As she began to quiet down, Jack was struck with inspiration. Withdrawing from her warm, wet slit, he hopped off the bed. She looked incredulous. “Where are you going?” Jack smiled at her. “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.” Callie let out a soft grumble, and he couldn’t help but plant a kiss on her lips before he left the room. Hurrying to the kitchen, he opened the fridge, grabbed the item he was looking for, along with a washcloth in warm water, and went back to his bedroom. Callie looked at him askance. “Thirsty?” “Yep.” “What are you going to do with that?” He flashed her a grin as he opened the container of eggnog. “Pour it on your breasts and lick it off.” Callie moaned. Very carefully Jack poured the sweet concoction over one plump breast in thin streams. Sealing his mouth over each trail of liquid, he slowly licked and sucked her clean. “Mmmm, delicious. Just the right amount of spice.” Callie giggled, and Jack massaged her other breast as he continued to clean the first. As she pushed her breast into his hand, he muttered, “So responsive…” Pulling away, he picked up the carton and gave the second breast the same treatment. After that he poured some into her navel and on her belly and proceeded to lick both areas clean. After swiping over her torso with the washcloth, he paused, considering. “What?” she asked. “Just thinking…” Leaving the room again, he heard Callie blow out an exasperated sigh. He chuckled, figuring she wouldn’t be all that exasperated once she discovered what he was

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planning. Striding into the living room, he removed several candy canes from the Christmas tree and brought them back into the bedroom. He had his candy canes delivered every year from a little store he’d discovered in Connecticut when he’d traveled to the area for a conference years ago. They used real peppermint oil in them, and they packed quite a punch, especially since they were about a foot tall and two inches across. He couldn’t even imagine eating one of those store-bought monstrosities after sampling these. Callie spied the canes in his hand. “Still hungry?” “Very hungry. But not for the candy cane.” Opening one, he bit off a chunk and began to chew. When his mouth was all cooled off from the minty essence of the candy, he knelt between Callie’s legs and took her clit into his mouth. She moaned, and he continued to suckle, flicking with the flat of his tongue. “It feels…” He glanced up at her face. She was staring back at him, her face full of wonder. “What?” “I don’t know how to describe it. Tingly, cold.” “Do you like it?” “I like everything you do to me.” He smirked. “Good answer.” Returning to his former place, he caught her clit between his teeth and gently pulled. Callie let out a screech, and he only stopped long enough to chew more of the candy cane before placing long licks from the bottom to the top of her slit. Taking what was left of the cane, he swirled it in the entrance to her pussy and then pushed his tongue in to lap up the stickiness. Unable to resist, he began fucking her with it using shallow strokes, switching between watching her face and her pussy. Callie tightened down on the candy cane and came on a low, keening cry. Satisfied for the time being, Jack freed her from her restraints and then went and started the shower. After helping Callie in, he went back and stripped the bed. He threw the sheets and the towel that had been underneath her in the wash and remade the bed. When Callie appeared a few moments later, her skin still pink from the shower, his cock jumped. She noticed, and a grin

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spread over her face. Coming toward him, she pushed him down until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She let the towel she’d been wearing pool at her feet and knelt in front of him. “Baby, you don’t have to do this.” She looked at his erection and then up at him. “I want to. I want you in my mouth. I need to taste you.” Jack groaned. “You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me.” He glanced down at his dick, which was currently straining toward Callie. “Or perhaps you do.” Callie took him all the way down to the root, and his toes curled. Swearing, he did his best to let her control things for once, even though every fiber of his being wanted to grab her head in both hands and thrust into her willing mouth. Leaning back, he grasped the comforter and willed himself not to let go as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. “So good, baby, so fucking good…” “Mmmm…” Callie responded, and Jack felt the vibration all the way up his dick. He was close to losing control and couldn’t believe how quickly she’d brought him to this point. “I can’t take it,” he panted. Callie leaned back and glanced up at him. “So don’t. Come for me, Jack. Come in my mouth.” That was all he needed to hear. As soon as she tightened her gorgeous lips around his cock, he exploded, sending ribbon after ribbon of semen down her throat. She moaned and continued to milk his climax out of him until finally, gasping for desperately needed oxygen, he reached down and pulled himself out of her mouth. Hauling her up, he lay back as she straddled him. He grabbed her and brought her lips to his, kissing her and trying to tell her with his mouth everything he was feeling in his heart. Callie responded, pulling his tongue into her mouth to suck on it. He tasted himself in her mouth, and that only inflamed him more. His cock began to harden again. “I need you again. Make me hard, and then ride me,” he growled. She took his cock in both of her hands and began to stroke up and down his shaft. He lay there, trying to remember to breathe as she continued her ministrations. After a few moments, Callie rose up and positioned him at the entrance to her channel and slowly sank down, impaling herself on him. Looking down, she gave him a cheeky grin. “Not gonna tie me up this time?”

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“Don’t get lippy, or I’ll spank you tomorrow.” “Not tonight?” “Not tonight. But you’ll feel my belt tomorrow if you’re not a good girl. I told you tonight wasn’t about that, but I am still your master. Don’t forget that.” He watched as Callie swallowed hard. “I won’t.” He grabbed her hips. “Now ride me. Fuck me hard, Callie,” he commanded. Callie began to rise up and then sink down on his hard cock, and Jack couldn’t help the groan that started deep in his chest. Although he loved dominating and squeezing every bit of pleasure for both himself and his submissive out of a scene, every now and then it was nice to just have a good fuck. Grabbing Callie by the hips, he began to control the pace, thrusting upward with his hips and then pulling her back down onto his erection. After a few moments, he felt the familiar stirrings of his climax and took Callie’s clit between his fore- and middle fingers, rubbing and pulling until he felt her pussy start to contract around him. “Come for me.” Callie moaned in response, biting her lip. “Let me hear it—let me hear how much you love the way I fuck you.” She opened her mouth, but the only sound that came out was another moan. “Do you like my cock? Tell me, or I’ll stop.” “Yes.” “Do you like the way I fill your greedy little pussy?” “Oh,” she answered when he punctuated his question with an especially hard thrust upward. “Yes, I like it.” Callie was beginning to pant, and Jack knew her release wasn’t far off. Rolling her underneath him, he pounded into her with relentless strokes, dragging his cockhead almost to the entrance of her channel before plunging back inside. “Fuck, yes, give it to me,” Jack growled.

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“Yes!” Callie cried as her pussy clamped down on him like a vise. His back arched as his climax took over, and he poured himself into her. When he finally stopped, he was seeing spots and his head was spinning. Jack collapsed on top of her, never wanting to move again. After a few moments, though, he forced himself to roll to the side. He felt Callie rise and leave the bed but couldn’t find the strength to wonder where she went. A short time later, she rejoined him, and he was asleep within seconds. The next day he rose early, as he generally did, and looked over at Callie. He’d half expected to panic when he saw her long hair spilling over his pillow, but instead a deep sense of contentment settled over him. Smiling, he got out of bed and padded to the kitchen. After brewing himself a cup of coffee, he sat down with the newspaper and waited for Callie to get up. He’d worked her over pretty well the night before and wouldn’t have been surprised if she slept until noon, but shortly after nine she poked her head into the kitchen. “Is that coffee I smell?” “It is. Have a seat.” He needed her to sit at the table with him for this discussion. Rising, he went to the cupboard for another mug and then realized he had no idea how she took her coffee. “Cream or sugar?” “Cream, please. I like the coffee strong but dilute it with some cream to take the edge off it.” She looked sheepish as she explained her coffee philosophy, and Jack was tempted to start something he really shouldn’t until they’d had a chance to discuss things. He brought her mug over and set out the creamer. Sinking into his chair, he watched as Callie prepared her coffee, adding cream, tasting it, and then adding just a smidge more. His brow rose. “Did adding that little bit more really make a difference?” Callie laughed. “Probably not.” Leaning back in his chair, he began to cross his arms over his chest before realizing how defensive the stance looked. He forced himself to pick up the paper again. “So what are your plans?” “For the day?” After taking a deep breath, he said, “For the day, the week, the month, next year…” Callie’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowed. “Why do you ask?”

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He shrugged, suddenly feeling nervous. “Because I don’t want to let you go. Ideally I’d like you to move back here—I don’t like the idea of you being far away.” She sighed, placed her elbows on the table, and rubbed her temples. After what seemed like an obscenely long time to Jack, she began to speak. “I can’t stay here—at least, not right now. I have a lease and other considerations.” When Jack began to argue, she put up her hand, and he stopped. “That being said, I’d like to continue seeing you, but I’ll admit, I’m a little afraid to.” “Afraid? Why?” Callie stared at his kitchen table as if it held the answers to his questions. Jack leaned in, took her chin in his hand, and forced her to look at him. “Callie? Why are you afraid?” She motioned over the table at him. “Look at you. You’re thirty-five; you’ve never been married. You’re the quintessential bachelor. You may think you want me, but I doubt you really understand what that means.” “So what does it mean? What do you want, pet?” “I want it all, Sir, and I’m not sure you’re built like that.” “Call me Jack. Built like what?” It was increasingly difficult to keep his temper in check with Callie making all these vague statements, but he tried as best he could, knowing blowing up at her would only reinforce her doubts. “I want a husband, children, maybe even a white picket fence. And let’s face it, Jack,” she continued, emphasizing his name, “you’re not a white-picket-fence kinda guy.” “Maybe I’ve never found someone worth building a fence for.” Callie chuckled, but there was no warmth behind it. “I want to believe you—I do, but I’m so afraid of getting my heart broken again. I loved you, Jack, loved you with every fiber of my being, and you didn’t return that love—you didn’t seem to know how. What’s changed?” “I almost lost you, and now I’ve found you again. That’s what’s changed.” “Is that enough for you to suddenly decide you want all that stuff with me?” Callie paused for a second, and Jack watched as she took a deep breath. “Look, a lot has happened over the past few days. I need some time to process everything, and you need time to figure out what you really want.”

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Jack could feel her pulling away already and leaped out of his chair, knocking it backward in his haste. Callie flinched, but he didn’t spare the time to apologize. “Dammit, Callie! I don’t need time, and I know what I want!” She held his gaze, and he had to admire her for not backing down. “I respectfully disagree, Sir.” He growled at her use of Sir, but she continued undeterred. “I’m going to get dressed and go. I’ll call you when I’m ready to talk.” Callie hurried out of the kitchen, and Jack had to forcibly restrain himself from punching the wall in front of him. He couldn’t let her slip away. Not this time.

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Chapter Eleven Callie threw her clothes on and left Jack’s house before her willpower evaporated and she went to him. When he’d first asked her to sub for him again, she’d been happy; had felt at peace, but now that he’d made that declaration—or whatever it was—she was confused. It was all she’d ever wanted, so why wasn’t she happier? Why couldn’t she trust him about his feelings? The answer came easily enough: leaving him had been the hardest thing she’d ever done, but she’d had to do it for her own sanity. Loving a man who didn’t love her back had been sheer torture, and though he’d said he didn’t want to let her go, he hadn’t said he loved her. She began driving back to Lora’s, her hands shaking on the steering wheel. The combination of the icy conditions and her hand tremor made it difficult to control the car, though, and she pulled over about halfway there. Cranking up the heat, she laid her head back on the headrest. After spending several minutes breathing deeply, she willed herself to calm down and got back on the road. When she arrived at Lora’s, she got right into the shower and cranked up the water temperature, but she still couldn’t get warm. Her mind was racing, and as she got out of the shower, Lora stuck her head in. “Hey, you. Did you eat breakfast? I was gonna make eggs.” Callie’s stomach grumbled, and Lora laughed. “I’ll take that as a no. Eggs coming up!” Lora left, and Callie dried her hair quickly and then dressed, pulling a thick sweater over her thermal shirt, yanking on a pair of jeans, and shoving her feet into thick socks and then her slippers. Dragging herself into the kitchen, she set the table while Lora finished breakfast. When they were both seated, her friend pointed a finger at her. “Spill.” “What?” “Don’t ‘what’ me. You know what. You spent the night with Jack.”

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“Yeah? So?” “So if I remember correctly, you never spend the night at his place. You said he doesn’t like to share his bed.” “He doesn’t; at least, I didn’t think he did.” “But he made an exception? Changed his mind?” Callie ran a hand through her hair. “I don’t know, to be honest. I have no idea what the hell’s going on with us.” “Uh-oh.” Callie glared at her oldest friend. “What do you mean, uh-oh?” Lora gave Callie one of her looks and said, “You’re falling in love with him again. Oh hon, please tell me you’re not. Please tell me you’re smarter than that.” “I’m not smarter than that.” “Dammit, Cal! He didn’t love you last time, what makes you think he will now?” Callie shrugged. “I don’t know. But I do know it feels different, and I have to go for it, even though it’s entirely possible I’ll get my heart broken again.” They ate in silence for a while. Finally Lora pushed her plate away and sighed, shaking her head. “If you’re set on doing this, then I guess all I can say is good luck, and I’ll be here when or if he fucks things up again.” Callie let out a shaky laugh. “You always know what to say.” Rising, Lora gave Callie a quick hug before leaving the room. Callie looked at the remains of her breakfast, no longer hungry. She dumped the leftover contents into the garbage and put the dishes in the dishwasher. At least the mundane chore gave her brain something to do besides obsess over Jack. Making a face at herself in the window over the sink, Callie thought about what to do for the day. She’d told Jack she needed some time, but really what she’d wanted was to give him time. Lora was in the living room—maybe today was a good day to hang out with her. Callie felt badly that they hadn’t spent more time together. Maybe they could go to a movie. Getting lost in a good storyline would go a long way toward restoring her sanity. Although it hadn’t worked the

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last time she’d attempted to go, maybe this time would be different. Steeling herself, she strode into the living room. “What’re you doing today?” Lora looked up from the sitcom she was watching. “Nothing special. Why?” “Let’s go to the movies or something. I’ll buy. I can’t stand being inside my own head anymore.” “Sounds good to me. Man, I love how much vacation I get as a teacher.” Callie smirked. “I bet you do. I still can’t believe they let you shape America’s youth.” “Me neither,” Lora answered, chuckling. “Let me just grab my coat. The paper with the movie times is on the couch.” “Cool. I’ll check things out.” Relieved to have a plan for the day, Callie dropped onto the couch and thumbed through the newspaper until she found the entertainment section, zeroing in on a light, holiday-themed comedy.

**** Meanwhile Jack was losing his freaking mind. He’d never felt so out of control, and he didn’t like the feeling one bit. He’d poured his heart out to Callie, and she hadn’t believed him. And while he was more than willing to admit she had good reason for doubting him, he had no idea what to do or say to show her he was sincere. He wanted Callie forever; she was it for him. Truth be told, she had been since the first moment he’d laid eyes on her. So he did the only thing he could do at the moment—he called Ron and invited him over to watch action movies and drink beer. Ron readily agreed and showed up less than an hour later. Placing his six-pack of Dos Equis on the kitchen table, Ron turned to his friend. “All right, wanna tell me why I’m really here?” “Fuck…” Jack muttered, leaning against the countertop for support. “Yeah, I thought so. What happened?” “I told her I wanted her to stick around, and she said she didn’t think I could be what she wanted.” “First of all, you didn’t say it like that, did you?”

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“Like what?” “Stick around?” “No.” Jack blew out a loud breath, irritated Ron had transfixed on that insignificant detail. “I don’t remember exactly what I said, but it wasn’t ‘stick around.’” “Good. I thought I was gonna have to give you a lecture about treasuring your sub.” Jack gave him a venomous look, but Ron just continued unfazed. “So what does she want?” Jack waved his hand at the house around him. “Husband, kids, house, the works.” “And she thinks you don’t?” “She called me the quintessential bachelor and said she doesn’t think I’m ‘built’ like that.” “Are you?” At Jack’s sardonic look, he laughed. “What? I think she has a point. You’re in your, what, midthirties, never been married—” “Why does everyone keep harping on that? Lots of guys my age have never been married. And I met Callie almost five years ago when I was only thirty. Since then, even though I didn’t realize it at the time, I’ve been waiting for her.” He ran his hands through his hair and swore under his breath. “But what if I’m not good for her?” “What do you mean? Not good enough for her? That’s bullshit, dude. Did she say that?” “No, of course not. I mean—what if I can’t love her the way she deserves? It would kill me.” “Was that why she left the first time around? Because she didn’t think you could love her right?” “Yes. This morning she said it was because she was in love with me and I didn’t love her back, only I did—I just had no idea how to show it.” “So what’re you gonna do now?” “How do you convince someone you’re for real? How do I make her see I love her?” Ron shook his head. “I don’t know, man. If I did, I’d have my own full-time sub. Maybe you should try one of those ‘grand gestures’ like you see in the movies.” Jack snorted. “There’s a reason you see them in movies. It’s because people don’t do shit like that in real life.”

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“Maybe not, but doing something drastic would show her you mean business.” “Maybe…” “Anyway, are we gonna bother to watch a movie?” “Yeah, definitely.” As he and Ron sat in his living room and Jack went over and over in his mind how to make Callie see he was serious, a thought occurred to him. “Hey, I’ve got an idea, but it might be totally crazy.” Ron turned to him, shaking his head and smiling. “About time. I’ve been smelling the smoke for the past hour. Let’s have it.” Jack looked at his friend. “I’d need your help.” “Uh-oh. I’m not sure I like the sound of this. I’m not big on getting in the middle of a lovers’ spat.” “You wouldn’t be. You’d just be helping me in the beginning.” “So are you gonna tell me, or do you expect me to be a mind reader?” Jack took a deep breath. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to tie me naked to the table in my playroom, would you?” Ron’s mouth dropped open. “Why?” He sounded so incredulous that Jack wanted to laugh, but there was so much riding on this idea, he couldn’t bring himself to. “Because I think if I show Callie that I can give up control, she’ll know how much I really love her. I mean, if I didn’t love her, would I do something like that?” “How would she know you were here?” “You’d have to call her.” Ron started to shake his head, but Jack continued before he could voice an objection. “You could just call her and tell her to come here, and then leave the door unlocked when you leave.” “I dunno, bud, this sounds a little crazy. You’re a dom; do you really wanna bottom?” “Well, no, of course not, but for her, I would. Once.” Ron blew out a breath. “Is she home? I don’t wanna go through all this shit just to find out she’s not even home.”

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“You know what?” At Ron’s raised eyebrows, he continued. “I’ll call her myself; tell her I want to talk to her. I’ll find out when she can come over, and you can put me in the bondage shortly before she’s slated to arrive. How does that sound?” “Like I could be here a long fucking time, and there’s not enough beer in the world to make me forget tying up another dude.” “But you’ll do it?” “Yeah, I’ll do it. Never let it be said I’m not a sucker for true love.” Jack barked out a laugh. Fishing his cell phone out of his pocket, he dialed Callie’s number. She picked up on the third ring, and Jack blew out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Hey. What’re you doing?” “I just got out of a movie with Lora.” Jack hesitated for a second, but it was now or never; shit or get off the pot. “Can you come see me? I want to talk about us.” “Now?” “If you can, yes.” He heard silence on the other end of the line and prayed she would say yes. If he had to wait until tomorrow, he doubted he’d still have the guts to do this. “Yeah, I can come over. Just let me go home and get my car.” “Have Lora drop you off.” She hesitated again, and Jack said, “If you want to leave after we talk, I promise I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” “All right.” He was pretty sure he heard Lora hissing in the background, but all he could concentrate on was Callie’s agreement. “So I’ll see you in about twenty minutes?” “Yeah, about that.” He hung up and turned to Ron. “We need to work fast.” “Good thing you’ve got those quick-release cuffs, then.” Both men rose, and Jack strode to the playroom, pulling his shirt over his head as he walked.

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“You’re really gonna get naked, aren’t you?” “I have to. Callie has to see that I’m completely vulnerable.” “Cripey. That’d give me the willies.” “Well, it’s not you, it’s me. Now get the cuffs ready.” He pulled off his jeans and boxer briefs in one stroke and then tugged off each sock. Ron turned to him and shook his head. “You’re gonna go through all this for her, huh?” “I think it might be the only way to make Callie see that I love her, that I’d do anything for her.” “All right then, get up on the table—let’s get this over with. I might need to have some fun with my wife tonight just so I can bleach this memory from my brain.” “Come on, you see naked guys all the time—we all do.” “Yeah, but it’s not usually one of my closest friends that I’m about to tie up.” He began to fasten the wrist cuffs first and then moved to Jack’s feet. He sighed. “How do you wanna do this?” “Just like you would if you were tying up any other sub.” “So legs spread?” “Yep.” Not looking at him at all, Ron fastened his ankles into the cuffs and the cuffs to the table, rendering him totally immobile. Standing back, he said, “Good luck, dude. Let me know how it goes.” “Thanks, bud. I appreciate it,” Jack answered and laid his head back to wait for Callie.

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Chapter Twelve When Callie got to his house, she noticed the inside door was just slightly ajar. Frowning, she pushed it open. “Jack?” “In here.” Callie closed the door and turned toward the direction she’d heard Jack. Walking through the living room, she began to go down the hall. She was almost to the end when she stopped short. “No way.” There, on the padded table in the middle of the playroom, lay Jack, buck naked and restrained. “How did you—” “Ron was here. He restrained me before he left.” “B-but why?” “Can you come in here? My neck is starting to hurt from straining to see you.” Callie smirked a little, and Jack said, “I know, topping from the bottom.” Nonetheless she came into the room and stood next to the table, looking down at him. “I’m offering myself to you, for one night. For one night, you can do anything you want. If after this, you don’t believe that I love you, that I’ll do anything to be with you, I’m not sure what I can say or do to convince you.” “I can do anything?” She was understandably skeptical. “Anything.” “What if I want to plug your ass? Tie off your balls? Clamp your nipples? Paddle you?” Jack sucked in a deep breath, and she was sure he was going to tell her to fuck off, but then he began to speak. “You can do all those things, and I promise there won’t be any retribution. You can stripe my entire back with a single tail, and I won’t use it as a basis for the next time I dominate you.” Her brow rose. “Should I trust you to keep your word?”

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“This whole thing is about trust, Callie. Right now I’m trusting you. I’m completely vulnerable—believe me, Ron didn’t scrimp on the bondage. I’m not going anywhere until you untie me.” Callie bit her lip. Tentatively she lifted her hand and brought it between his legs to cup his balls. Applying just the slightest pressure, she watched his face. It was clearly agony for him, letting her have the control, but he was doing it. Reaching up, she removed one wrist cuff. “What’re you doing?” “Freeing you. You’ve made your point. I can’t stand you like this. You’re my dom; this doesn’t feel right.” She unclipped his other wrist and began to move to his feet, but he grabbed her hand. “Callie. I want you to be sure. I want you to trust me and trust in what I say.” Callie looked into Sir’s eyes, eyes she loved so much her chest hurt. “I do trust you. If you truly think you can be what I want and need in a partner, then I’m willing to give it a shot. Lora’s gonna kill me…” He took her chin in his large hand and leaned toward her, staring at her like he could see into her soul. “Don’t worry about Lora, worry about you and me.” “I’m trying.” Sir motioned to the ankle restraints. “Do you want these off too? I’ll leave them on if you want me to.” “No, take them off.” She backed away, and he unbuckled the cuffs and then swung his legs over the side of the table. “So what do you want, Callie? You didn’t want to dominate me, so tell me what you do want.” Callie helped him off the table and then stripped herself before sinking to her knees in front of him. “I want to submit to you. I want you to show me who you are and who I am.” Holding out her collar, she added, “Please, Sir.”

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On New Year’s Eve, Callie woke up from a late afternoon nap at Sir’s house to find him sitting on the bed, running his hand through her hair and over her face. He smiled at her and said, “Go take a shower. We’re going out for New Year’s.” Callie stretched and watched as his gaze hungrily tracked down her body. “Your clothes for tonight will be on the bed when you get out.” He pointed to the bathroom. “Go, pet.” She got up and took a shower, her mind buzzing with ideas about where Sir could be taking her. She supposed she’d find out soon enough. After exiting the shower, she dried off and then went out to survey the items on the bed. There weren’t many of them, which gave her a good idea about where they were going. First she picked up the black-pleated leather miniskirt and stepped into it. It barely covered her ass cheeks. He hadn’t left any panties on the bed, so it looked like she would be going without them, which wasn’t a surprise at all. Then she picked up the only other item on the bed, a leather harness, and, after pulling it over her head, began to fasten the various buckles around her chest and waist. Sir came in and examined her critically. “Gorgeous.” Pulling her to him, he kissed her, his tongue snaking into her mouth. His hand found her ass and lifted her into his erection. She moaned, and he pulled away, smirking. “Not just yet, my pet. Have patience.” He’d allowed her to put a coat on over the scant clothing, no doubt in deference to the freezing-cold temperature outside. They got in the car, which he’d already warmed up, and he drove them to a club downtown that she vaguely remembered. There was valet parking, which she was grateful for. Getting arrested for public indecency would definitely put a damper on the evening. Sir attached her leash to the harness, leading her into the club, and after checking their coats, he brought her straight to the stage, never saying a word. She wondered what was in store for her tonight. A quick glance around showed no one else was playing. What was going on? Jack leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I made some special arrangements for tonight. It’s time to make your Sir proud, baby.” Reaching down, he pulled her skirt off so she was standing there wearing just the harness. “Kneel, pet.” She did and winced as a spotlight lit up the area immediately around them, blinding her. Sir bound her hands behind her back and then grabbed her chin, giving her one of his intense stares. She had to force herself to hold her position and not squirm. Those looks were guaranteed to make her cream. Sir knew that and smiled a little.

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“Tonight I’m going to exhibit you, to use you as I see fit, because you’re mine to do with as I please.” He gestured to the crowd behind him. “And everyone here is going to watch.” With that, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Her mouth watered as she stared at the long, thick, hard cock she loved so much. Taking her chin in his hand again, he forced her mouth open. “Suck it, pet. Suck your Sir’s cock, and make all the other masters here jealous.” She took him into her mouth, and he moved his hand to the back of her head, pushing her down until his cockhead lodged in her throat. He held her there for long seconds, saying, “All the doms are looking at you, pet. They’re seeing your lovely ass and your perfect tits and wanting you. They’re watching you swallow me like the dirty little cocksucker you are, and they’re wishing they were me.” He pulled out slowly. “You’re gonna show everybody how you’re my filthy little slut, aren’t you?” Then he slammed back into her mouth. “Suck me good, baby.” Taking hold of her hair, he began to thrust into her mouth with long, quick strokes. Moaning around his cock, she kept up suction as best she could with him pistoning in and out. Her pussy clenched as she imagined what she must look like: mostly naked, lit by a spotlight, and kneeling before Sir, sucking his cock. He’d never done anything like this before, and it heated every pore in her body. She was truly his—truly submissive to his whims and desires. Callie had never felt so free. He growled and sped up, and she heard a murmur behind her. She didn’t know how many people were there, but it sounded like dozens from the noise they were making. Abruptly Sir pulled out and grabbed his cock, jerking it quickly. Cum began to spurt from the head, landing on her face, in her open mouth, and leaving ribbons of white on her breasts. He pushed back in and finished, sending more cum down her throat. Then he pulled out again. “Clean me, pet.” She began to run her tongue over his entire cock from root to tip as the audience clapped its approval. Sir backed away and tucked himself into his jeans again. Callie remained kneeling, since she hadn’t been given permission to sit or stand. Something dropped from the ceiling, and he grabbed it. He undid her wrist restraints. “Rise and put your hands over your head.” He then fastened the cuffs to a chain overhead. After spreading her legs, Sir attached a spreader bar to her ankles and then turned her so she was facing the audience. It was difficult to see because of the spotlight, but she gulped when she realized that not only was everyone watching, but there truly were a ton of people—she roughly estimated around a hundred.

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Sir clamped her nipples, and then someone handed him a crop. He walked around in front of her and put the end of the crop underneath her chin. “Show everyone how much you love the pain, pet.” Drawing back a bit, he rained the crop onto her clamped nipples and cum-covered breasts. She gasped and bit her lip. He stopped and leaned in again. “Don’t do that. Let everyone hear you, or I’ll just make it hurt more.” She nodded, and he briefly caressed her face before pushing her until her back was to the audience. Then the crop landed on her back, her ass, and her thighs. Gasping and moaning, Callie begged Sir for the relief only he could give her. She relished the pain, even as the entire back of her body caught fire from the continued blows. Jack spun her again and started in on her pussy using an underhand stroke. Every now and then, he’d go back to her breasts, further punishing them. Tears began to stream down her face and still she begged for more. Again she was rotated, and then Sir concentrated on her ass, burning into it with that evil crop. Suddenly the blows stopped. A few seconds later, Callie heard a zipper and after a few suspenseful moments, he grabbed her hips and drove his lubed cock into her ass. “My dirty girl, my filthy slut,” he growled as he fucked her savagely. “My slut—mine!” Gravity was helping him as he pulled her back onto his cock again and again, faster and harder with every stroke. Then he pushed in as far as he could and let out a feral grunt as he emptied his cum into her. Before he was finished, he pulled out, and his cum drizzled down her crack and onto her bright red cheeks. He pushed home one more time as the last of his release flowed, then pulled out again. The audience began to hoot and holler and clap. The spotlight dimmed. Sir turned her around again and then went into the crowd, speaking with several masters and accepting what looked like congratulations from them. She was still restrained and could only watch as he continued through the assemblage, greeting people and speaking with them. Cum now covered her face, breasts, and ass, drying rapidly in the cooling air. After what seemed like an eternity of watching people gawk at her, Sir came back to the stage. He took off the spreader bar and then the overhead restraints. Helping her support her body weight, Jack wrapped her in a blanket and placed her on a love seat on the side of the stage, and after double-checking to make sure she was all right, he excused himself to clean up. The audience broke up somewhat, but people still stared at her. She could feel their eyes on her, despite focusing on the floor as Sir had taught her. When he returned, he sat on the love seat

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and guided her to the floor to kneel between his spread legs. Running his hand through her hair just like he had earlier, he said, “You’re fucking gorgeous, and you’re mine. Every man here is jealous of me right now.” Callie smiled and nuzzled his hand. This was what she wanted—for everyone to see her for who and what she really was. She felt truly, blissfully happy for the first time in years. Sir unzipped again. “Put me in your mouth, pet. I want you to suck my cock while I enjoy the shows around me. When the New Year comes, you’ll drink from me to signal the start of a new life for us.” She took him inside her once again, sucking gently. He kept her there on his cock as the other doms played with their subs. When the clock struck midnight, he came in her willing mouth before pulling her up, clamping his arms around her, and giving her the kiss of her life. They left shortly after midnight, and when they arrived at his house, he removed the harness and then bent her over the arm of the couch in the living room. Pushing his cock into her drenched pussy, he fucked her so hard the sofa began to move along the floor. He told her how much he loved her and how hot it had been, having her on display. She strained back against him and reached for her release. “Sir, please, may I come?” He reached around and pinched her clit. “Yes, my dirty little cock slut, come for your Sir.” She exploded, saw spots as her orgasm took over. When her pussy finally stopped contracting, He lifted her up, carried her into the bathroom, and washed his cum off her body in the shower. Then he tucked her into bed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep, pet.” And she did. She fell into a deep sleep, knowing Jack, her Sir, would keep her safe, no matter what.

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Cassandra Carr Cassandra Carr lives in Western New York with her gorgeous husband, who is the inspiration for her heroes. After all, who doesn't love a man who's smart, sexy, AND sane? She also has a young daughter who is clearly her mother’s daughter, as she demands to be read to for hours every day. Cassandra is a huge hockey fan, which explains why many of her heroes are hockey players. She writes every chance she gets, but most of her work is done before her daughter wakes up in the morning, while she naps in the afternoon, or after she goes to bed at night. She finds that her heroes get tortured a lot more often in the evening when she’s exhausted from chasing her child around, but what’s a good story without a tortured hero? Cassandra is a member of the leading professional association for romance novelists, Romance Writers of America, and also belongs to her local chapter and Passionate Ink, the special interest group of RWA devoted to erotic romance. Cassandra also writes contemporary single-title romance. Find out more about Cassandra at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com.