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  “You mean they’re watching us right now?” Mia looked around the room searching for a camera.

  Asher laughed. “Yes, they monitor all of the suites. I assure you, it’s very discreet.”

  “I trust that you won’t hurt me and I prefer this be between us and us only, so please, turn it off.”

  Asher stood and looked at the mantel above the small fireplace. He made the “cut” gesture with his hand across his neck. “Done. Are you ready?” He held his hand out.

  He watched Mia’s chest rise and fall with a deep breath as she took his hand. Asher led her to the bathroom where he turned on the water in the large sunken tub. He added fragrant oil from an ornate glass bottle in the corner. After checking the water’s temperature he dried his hands as he surveyed Mia from head to toe. She shifted from foot to foot and looked at the ground.

  “Mia, look at me. I want you to always look me in the eye, not down at the ground. This is about you feeling comfortable in your own skin. You are incredibly beautiful. Own it, baby.”

  Mia’s posture changed immediately. She stood straight up with her shoulders back and looked him in the eye. She was so willing and he knew she would be easy to train. He became more aware of his growing erection by the second. He walked in a circle around her body and stopped directly in back of her. He turned her so that she was facing the mirror.

  “Look at yourself, Mia,” he whispered in her ear.

  His hands traveled from her shoulders down over her hips to the hem of her dress.

  “Lift your arms.”

  Slowly he peeled her dress from her body over her head. Dropping the dress onto the floor, he ran his fingertips lightly over her outstretched arms and tickled the warm area of her armpit. He was relieved to hear Mia giggle.

  “See, it doesn’t have to be all serious. I’ve just learned that you are ticklish. Let’s see what else makes Mia tick.”

  She grinned as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

  “Ah, she likes what she sees,” Asher said and laughed softly. “What’s not to like? You are perfect.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her body so that her back leaned into him. He watched their reflection as his hands traveled from her shoulders to her breasts. Wrapping one arm under her breasts, he savored her warm, soft flesh as it rested on his forearm. The fingertips from his free hand alternately played and teased one nipple at a time until they pebbled at his touch. Mia rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

  “Open your eyes and watch,” Asher commanded.

  Her eyes flew open and she stared at his reflection as Asher’s hand trailed farther down her body. His gaze followed his hand and a smile crossed his lips when he realized Mia was bare down there.

  “Your pussy looks perfect. Use your fingers to open for me.”

  Without hesitation, Mia reached down and used her index and middle finger to spread her folds. Her lips were glistening and he knew she was as turned on as he was.

  “Touch yourself, Mia.”

  She looked at him questioningly.

  “It’s okay. Go ahead and touch yourself.”

  Slowly, her free hand reached down and her fingers ran up and down her wet pussy.

  “That’s it. Now go ahead and fuck yourself with your fingers.”

  Mia put two fingers into her core and whimpered a soft moan.

  “I want to hear you. Don’t hold back. I want to you to bring yourself to the edge but don’t come until I say so.”

  Mia moaned and breathlessly called his name as her thumb found her sensitive nub. Asher had never experienced anything as sexy as Mia fingering her own pussy while he watched in the mirror. Her breath quickened, her moans became deeper and louder.

  “Asher….please…please.”

  “Stop.”

  She stopped and a mischievous grin crossed his face when a groan escaped from her lips. Her pleading eyes reflecting through the mirror caused his breath to catch in his throat.

  “Go ahead, baby. Come for me. But don’t close your eyes. Look at me.”

  He wanted to see her expression when she came for him for the first time. Her eyes darkened and she screamed his name as his fingers joined hers inside her channel. He needed to feel the rhythm of her body’s involuntary spasms contracting and releasing. He held her close as she shuddered and sank into his arms.

  “Come. Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

  ****

  Mia emerged from the bath warmed to her core. The exotic oil mixed with the scent of roses that filled the suite created a heady potion. She was lightheaded from the lovely scent and dancing candle flames. Every inch of her skin buzzed from the sensual scrubbing Asher gave her just moments before. He wrapped her in a fluffy towel and painstakingly combed her hair until it lay like a silky blanket on her back. Asher exchanged the towel for the crimson robe she had seen earlier that day folded neatly on the bed. The weightless fabric cooled her heated skin. Asher cinched the sash around her waist as her nipples hardened from the cool silk against her skin and the anticipation of what was yet to come.

  Asher guided her out of the bathroom. Cupping her face in his palms, Mia could barely breathe as she awaited his kiss, their first kiss. She closed her eyes to intensify the sensation of his lips brushing hers. It was a surprisingly soft and tender kiss. She moaned through parted lips as his warm and inviting tongue invaded her mouth. His fingers combed through her hair first lightly and then with more pressure. He tugged her head back as he gathered her hair together into a ponytail. He pulled back from the kiss but he still had a hold of her hair. She felt him coil her long hair around his palm. Darkened eyes bore into hers as he increased the tension on the ponytail he formed in his hand. Her chin was forced toward the ceiling and she looked away but didn’t say a word.

  “Mia, I want you to look at me, always. Your eyes are so expressive, and it’s the only way I’m going to know how far I can take you.”

  The hold he had on her hair prevented her head from moving; however, she shifted her gaze back to him. His blackened eyes reached deep into her soul. She felt transference of trust and security in those eyes but most of all she sensed desire and possession, which both scared and excited her at the same time.

  With his free hand, Asher traced down her neck and slipped his palm inside her robe. His mouth was suddenly on hers hungrily biting at her lip while he rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. His day-old stubble burned her lips and cheeks. He released her hair and took both of her wrists into his hands.

  “Are you ready for your first lesson?”

  Mia nodded her head and followed his gaze to the insides of her wrists. His thumbs gently brushed against the sensitive skin just below the inside of her palm.

  “Keep your robe on and lie on your back in the middle of the bed with your hands touching the headboard.”

  Mia’s blood rushed through her veins as she climbed onto the large bed. The crimson red restraints she saw earlier were still tied to the headboard and footboard.

  “Before you lie down put this on.”

  He handed her a blindfold. Mia’s pulse raced so fast she heard the thumping in her ears. She opened her eyes wide and stared at him.

  “Why are you blindfolding me? I thought you wanted to see my eyes.”

  Asher hesitated for a moment. “Do you trust me?”

  “I-I think so.”

  “That’s not very convincing but it’s a good thing. We haven’t known each other long enough to develop a deep trust yet. I want you to be blindfolded so that you get the most from the experience. You can always use the safe word and we’ll stop. I have an idea of your tolerance to this point.”

  Mia searched his eyes and nodded. She put the blindfold on, reclined on the bed with her head on a pillow and reached up to the headboard.

  “Good girl.”

  She heard Asher walk around to the other side of the bed. The cool fabric of the restraint wrapped around her wrist and he knotted it below the base of her
thumb. He did the same to her other wrist and both of her ankles. Mia tugged at the restraints. She thought that perhaps he wouldn’t tie them or he would make them loose enough for her to wiggle out if it became too much for her. She thought wrong. The only way she was getting out of these silky bands was with Asher’s help.

  She heard Asher open drawers on the other side of the room and then felt the bed dip slightly as he sat down.

  “I’m going to explain what is about to happen. I have a couple of different D/s props that are pretty standard. I’m going to use them on your body but I won’t push you. If it gets too much for you, use the safe word. Do not simply say no because you’ll come to realize soon that no doesn’t always mean no. Do you understand?”

  “I do.”

  “Are you breathing so fast because you are excited or scared?”

  “Both.”

  “Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me to.”

  She heard the humor in his voice and pictured his mouth forming a small closed smile. She began to calm and tried to slow her breath to a normal speed. She felt him move into the middle of the bed between her tethered legs. He untied the sash around her waist. As he opened her robe, she heard him suck in his breath. She felt a stiff end of something rigid on her skin. Only it didn’t scratch like a stick, it was smooth and cold.

  “This is called a riding crop. It’s made of leather and can sting like hell if you get struck with it.”

  Her body tensed.

  She heard him chuckle. “Relax, Mia. I’m not going to hit you with it.”

  A light, cool touch tickled her wrist. She sensed his presence looming over her as the end of the crop moved up and down her arm and over her breasts. Between the bath and this slow and wondrous torture, her nerve endings stood and waited at attention. The end of the riding crop circled each breast and stopped in the valley. She felt him shift down on the bed, closer to her feet as the crop trailed south to her pussy. He detoured around her soft core to the inside of one thigh and finally down to her toes. The sensation stopped and she waited in anticipation to feel it move up her other leg.

  “Fuck.” He growled as his warm hands slid up her thighs. “You are so wet, I need your pussy, Mia. I need to taste you.”

  He pushed her legs further apart and she gasped as his warm tongue mimicked what she hoped would be his cock’s actions soon. She pulled at her wrist restraints, instinctively reaching for his hair. She wanted to run her fingers through it as he attended to her pussy in such a delicious manner. His tongue made its way to her clit while his fingers expertly found her G-spot and applied just the right amount of pressure. Mia moaned and lifted her hips to his mouth.

  “Don’t come until I say so.”

  Mia likened the sensation to climbing a mountain. Her body reached short plateaus of pleasure, as she was brought closer to the top. Suddenly, her feet were free of the ankle restraints.

  “Put your feet on my shoulders.”

  Asher lifted her ass off of the bed and sank his fingers deep inside.

  “I need to fuck you. Now.” He growled.

  “Please release my wrists, Asher. I want to touch you. Please.”

  “Damn it,” he said in a husky voice.

  He hastily untied her and took off her blindfold. Mia straddled him and unbuttoned his shirt. The heat from his chest caused her nipples to grow taut. She threw her head back as he feasted on her breasts. He swirled his tongue around her nipples, coaxing them to deep red peaks. Asher lifted Mia off of his lap and to her feet. He stood and backed her up two steps until she was against the wall. She clung to the wall but mustered enough nerve to check him out through a veil of eyelashes. Her breath hitched as she watched the muscles of his chest flex as he stood close to her and placed his hand on the wall next to her head. Her gaze continued downward to his washboard abs and the trail of dark hair leading down to his waistband.

  “Mia.”

  She looked up into darkened eyes.

  “Keep your eyes on mine. Loosen my pants and take my cock into your hands.”

  She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She slipped her hand inside and stroked his length. She tried to lean in to kiss his neck but he pushed her back against the wall and coaxed her gaze back to his. She slid the pants down over his ass so that she could reach farther in and cup his balls in her hand.

  “Fuck, Mia. What the hell are you doing to me?” Asher growled as he hooked her leg over his arm and pinned her to the wall. His free hand guided his cock into her slick core. Mia’s back hit against the wall over and over again as he pummeled her with deep thrusts.

  He picked up her other leg and guided both to circle his waist while her back was still against the wall. He held her ass as his motion slowed. His cock, slick with her warm juices, slid in and out of her channel. He carried her back to the bed and sat so that she straddled him again. He guided her hips to a quick rhythm, pushing her forward so that her clit rubbed against his body. She raked her fingers through the ends of his hair.

  “Damn, I’m close. Come for me, baby.”

  His whispered plea was enough to send her over. She cried out his name. Pleasure overwhelmed her body as her climax came strong and fast. Asher’s release came a few deep thrusts later. She felt the spasm of his climax as he spilled inside of her. He brought her down to the bed and they lay together while he was still inside her. They remained quiet while their breathing returned to normal. Asher cupped her face in his hand and swept a stray hair out of her eyes. “Beautiful,” he said as he rose from the bed and buttoned his pants. He sat back down on the bed shirtless and Mia admired his naked torso and muscular arms. She yearned to outline the planes of his back with her fingers but she was so tired she couldn’t raise her hand. She closed her eyes just for a moment.

  Chapter Eight

  “Rise and shine, sunshine.”

  Mia awoke naked and in the same bed that she was tethered to the night before. Asher looked down at her as he lay on his stomach resting his head in his hand. Mia blinked. It took her a moment to realize exactly why she was there.

  “It’s morning? Why didn’t you wake me? I have to get to work.”

  Mia kicked off the blankets and started to get out of bed. Asher stopped her.

  “I hoped you were already at work. The VP of Client Relations position, it’s effective immediately, if you want it.” He reached out and touched her arm. His fingers traced down to her wrist, which he encircled and rubbed with the pad of his thumb. “What do you say? Are you in, Ms. Lavender?” he asked and raised his eyebrows.

  Mia looked down at her wrist and her gaze moved to the discarded restraints still tied to the headboard. Her eyes shifted to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room and her heart fluttered as she imagined what it must contain. One of the job responsibilities would be helping women just like her to learn, understand and enjoy this lifestyle. But first she needed to be trained. A smile crossed her face.

  “I’m in, but there’s a problem.”

  “Problem?”

  Mia crawled back into bed. “Yes, I thought you would be the perfect trainer, but I’m afraid you were a little too vanilla for me last night, Mr. Cane.”

  Asher cleared his throat. “Too vanilla?”

  Her fingers traced the muscles in his shoulders as she winked. “I think I need a stronger hand. Perhaps you know someone who can help me?”

  Asher scooped her up in his arms and growled. “You are a bad girl, Missive Mia. That was orientation, sweetheart. Your real lesson starts now, in the suite next door. But first you must get dressed. You’ll find your outfit hanging on the door in the bathroom.”

  She sprang from the bed and he swatted her ass. Her heart raced with anticipation as she headed into the bathroom.

  “Mia?”

  She turned and cocked her head to the side. “Yes?”

  “Welcome to The Satin Rose.”

  The End

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  Chapter One

  My little messenger,

  I hope things have slowed down at work for you. Your boss is a prick for making you work so much overtime, but who knows? Maybe all of your hard work and dedication will show him you’re long overdue for a promotion.

  Things are fine here. I guess. The fucktards I work with won’t give me a break. Honestly, is it too much to wish they would do their fucking jobs so I don’t have to? You’d think it was against their religion or something to actually work.

  But I don’t want to talk about them.

  I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I know we never shared much about ourselves on the game, but I can’t get you out of my head. I don’t want to sound like a stalker or anything, but I think we should meet.

  Thinking of you,

  Thunderkiss

  Iris Argyris stared at her computer screen, frozen with fear, indecision, and excitement. After meeting him on a mortal online role-playing game, she’d come to know everything she possibly could about the mortal who’d become her in-game husband. She knew he had a filthy mouth sometimes, that he avoided red-sauced foods like the plague, that he was single, that he lived in Houston, and that he was mortal. Oh, and he could make her burn hotter than a supernova in a matter of seconds. Their cyber sex life was beyond fantastic, especially for one of the few virgin goddesses on Mount Olympus.

  They’d only ever talked via the safety of the Internet, and hadn’t shared their real names with each other, but it didn’t matter because they’d talked about a million small things that painted a bigger picture. A picture that spelled trouble for her and then she’d done the unthinkable. She’d fallen in love with him. A mortal.

  Because she’d lied to him when she told him she was a college student who worked part-time as a bicycle messenger. Iris laughed bitterly. She’d never been to college, much less school. As an immortal, she’d been around long before schools were. Twenty-five thousand years, to be exact. She was beyond ancient. And this mortal wanted to meet her. Her heart threatened to come to a complete stop at the thought of seeing him in the flesh. She hadn’t used her resources at Olympus, Inc. to track him down despite how much she’d wanted to. She’d respected his need for privacy. But she’d wanted to know more about him, wanted to see what he looked like.