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  Slowly turning to face Ben, she reached out to touch his face. She couldn’t help but close her eyes and enjoy the familiar texture of his skin. Her thumb traced his full bottom lip. Lightly, she scraped her nail down his chin, leaving a delicious pink line against his tanned flesh.

  Hooking her finger into one of his nipple rings, she tugged hard. He groaned and arched into the pain. She rewarded him by twisting the gold ring as she pulled. He grunted, a familiar and utterly masculine sound of pleasure, and her nipples tightened. She’d heard that sound from him before, in bed, when she’d done something he particularly liked. It made her want to pull at her own piercings, to feel her lover’s mouth pulling on them, sucking hard.

  She let go and unclipped the leash. Sitting back carefully, she licked her lips.

  “Stand and remove your clothing, Ben. I want to inspect your body and decide whether or not you please me.”

  * * * * *

  Ben rose on unsteady legs and stepped back from his Mistress. She was so fucking lovely. He wanted to fall down at her feet and worship her. To protect her, and obey her, and pound into her. To make her come so hard that she’d claim him, keep him forever.

  Instead, he backed up two paces and slowly removed his vest. He let it drop and enjoyed the way her eyes traced the sharply curved muscles of his chest and abs and flicked over the gold hoops piercing his nipples. When she’d gripped his newly pierced flesh, he’d thought he was going to die, to shoot in his pants like a boy from the heady sensations that were boiling in his blood.

  He managed to unbutton his leathers after two fumbling tries, carefully maneuvering the zipper open over his raging erection. He grabbed the waistband on each side and slid them down in one graceful movement, just as he’d been taught. He wore no underwear, which seemed to please his Mistress. Her tongue slid out, slicking over crimson lips as she moved closer to him.

  His cock was hard and jutted toward his stomach. He sucked in a deep breath as her sharp red nails traced stinging pink paths across his abs.

  “Turn around, Ben, and bend over.” Her voice was so fucking sexy. Low and throaty, it had Ben turning quickly and bending at the waist, imagining other commands she might give.

  He’d presented himself to other women for inspection, but never with anticipation of their touch. He was dying for her touch, starving for the feel of her hand on him. He jumped as her palm rubbed along the small of his back.

  “Remain still.” Her voice was softly chiding, the command unmistakable. Ben tried his best to not move. It was damn near impossible as her soft hand leisurely traced his skin. It felt as if she was mapping his body.

  She touched him as if she owned him.

  Her fingers traced his spine and he shuddered. He jumped again when her hand smacked his ass. She spanked him again, harder this time. His skin burned, fire spreading outward from the imprint of her hand to flush through his entire body.

  “I told you to remain still, pet.”

  “I’m trying, Mistress—it’s just that…” Ben stopped. She took her hand away and he immediately felt bereft.

  Her touch was giving him pleasure but also something else, something he hadn’t expected to feel. He felt grounded under her hands, a feeling he hadn’t experienced since Stacey had walked out on him.

  “It’s just what, Ben? There can be no secrets between us if you are going to please me.” That low voice chased away memories of lost love, and Ben’s cock throbbed at the dark promise in her words.

  “Your touch, Mistress. Your touch feels so good it’s fucking killing my control.”

  Laughter met his confession, and Ben frowned slightly, embarrassed, and clamped his lips together, irritated with himself. He knew better than to offer so much of himself this soon.

  “Ben, my pet, let me worry about how far to push your control.”

  Ben hissed as he felt a wet finger slide down his ass and press against the pucker there.

  “I only need you to promise that you will do your best to obey, and let me worry about the rest.”

  Her finger pressed slightly inward and Ben pushed back, an eager, automatic response. She laughed again, lightly, and removed her finger.

  “You’ll do, Ben. You may turn around now. I want you on your knees.”

  Chapter Four

  Stacey returned to her chair and sat, opening her thighs and slowly drawing her skirt upward. She watched Ben’s eyes darken as she revealed more and more flesh. She stopped when she reached her waist.

  Widening her knees, she exposed her slick pussy. She kept herself waxed and smooth, something he’d loved when they were together. He’d spent countless hours between her legs, stroking, licking and praising the silken folds.

  “Tell me, Ben, what do you see?” She wanted to hear his voice when it went all husky with lust.

  “Mistress, you’re beautiful,” he whispered as he looked into her eyes. That caught her off guard; she was expecting him to answer her while eyeing her wet cunt. An unwelcome pang sliced her heart.

  Stacey sank back in her chair and slid her fingers along the inside of her thighs.

  “Come closer, Ben,” she whispered, trying to distract herself from the urge to kiss him. She couldn’t kiss him, not now and maybe not at all. Kissing him, making things that personal, would just make it that much harder to walk away when their scene was over. He moved as close to her as he could get. His arms touching the insides of her thighs, opening her wider, sent liquid pooling in her sheath.

  Stacey placed her feet on his thighs, the three-inch heels digging into hard muscle. He briefly closed his eyes, then opened them again with a gruff, moaning breath.

  She opened her slit with two fingers, letting a third finger slide agilely around her clit. Ben’s hands went to her ankles, grasping lightly; she flipped her skirt down to cover herself.

  “I didn’t tell you to touch me, pet,” she admonished him with a slight shake of her head. His hands immediately snapped back to his sides.

  “Touch yourself instead,” she told him. He blinked at her, and she watched a slight flush blaze across his cheeks. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Ben.”

  Her hungry gaze locked on his hand as he grabbed the base of his cock. He pulled up hard, and that was when Stacey saw the gold barbell piercing the supersensitive spot just under his thick crown. Her pussy clenched as she imagined rubbing herself along that small gold bar, taking it between her teeth and tugging.

  Ben had also shaved his body, probably obeying Alex’s command, and Stacey loved it. His tanned skin was taut, his balls hard and velvety; his cock looked even bigger than she remembered.

  She eyed the small bead of liquid that hung on his quivering head, then reached forward and scooped it up on her finger. She traced his lower lip with his own pre-cum, smiling at his instinctive flinch, before sitting back and sliding her finger into her own mouth. She savored his slightly bitter essence, remembering just how good he tasted.

  “Lick your lips for me. See how good you taste.” He arched a brow and Stacey had to stifle a laugh. “Lick, Ben.” It was a struggle, but she kept her tone flat and hard.

  He let his tongue travel the length of his lower lip, and Stacey could have come from that action alone.

  She lifted her skirt again.

  “Come here. Let your Mistress feel that velvet tongue of yours.” Before the command was all the way out, Ben dropped his butt to his heels, braced his hands on the floor, and dove between her legs.

  Stacey moaned. He was so beautiful this way. His skin, dull gold in the muted light, stretched like silky velvet over his perfectly sculpted muscles. His back arched the tiniest bit, swooping in a breathtaking arc to his high, round ass. She wound one hand into his hair and lifted her legs over his shoulders, inviting him deeper.

  Ben had always been so oral. He’d spent hours worshiping her pussy, giving her orgasm after orgasm with that talented mouth and tongue. He’d spoiled her for any other lover’s mouth. His touch was magic on her swollen flesh. He p
lanted his hands on her inner thighs, and his fingers widened her, tongue zeroing in on her hard little clit, laving it with the flat of his tongue, sucking it into his mouth, sucking on it as if it were a cock.

  “Slide your fingers inside me, pet.” First one, then two thick fingers speared into her clenching sheath.

  “Yes, Ben, just like that,” she gasped. He crooked them and swiveled until he hit that perfect spot, the one that sent fireworks flashing behind her eyes. “God, yes,” she hissed. “Now fuck me with them, and don’t stop until I say.” Her hips surged to greet his mouth; his large fingers stretched her deliciously, moving in time to the strokes of his tongue across her clit.

  She drew her knees up, giving him better access. She fisted both hands in his hair, pulling hard as she ground her pussy against his face.

  Her orgasm ripped free the scream she was holding. Her body shook with the force of it. Ben shifted downwards, pulling his fingers free and spearing her with his tongue, reaching inside to drink every drop of her cum.

  When the earthquake receded, Stacey pushed him away. He sat back on his heels, eyes cast down. Stacey wanted to reach out. Wanted to tell him that she loved him and beg him not to leave her, not to ever let her leave him again.

  His vulnerability tore at her. Stacey wasn’t cruel, and she couldn’t resist the plea in his eyes. Cupping his chin in one hand, she lifted his face to meet her gaze.

  “That was amazing, Ben. You did well.” His smile lit his whole face. He looked as if he’d been handed a million dollars, not a vague compliment. She’d never imagined Ben as a submissive, not really. Now seeing how easily and perfectly he slipped into the role, Stacey found herself somewhat at a loss. She loved him. She couldn’t pretend she didn’t, and she couldn’t find the emotional distance that protected her during her play with other men.

  Stacey stood and moved over to her toy chest, opening the drawers and buying time. Trying to decide if she wanted to continue the scene or call it quits.

  * * * * *

  Ben’s mouth sang with the taste of the woman who had seduced him with her quiet voice and gentle manner. He sat back on his heels and let his arms hang loose at his sides, but all he really wanted to do was hold her, claim her. Hell, what he wanted was to make her claim him.

  She would think he was nuts if he told her that he was hers for as long as she wanted him. That he would crawl through fire for her touch, for her smile. And she’d be right. It was nuts, but there was something about her, something that made the back of his neck itch. She was a stranger to him, yet he’d never felt so connected to another person in his life.

  He watched her stoop gracefully to examine and discard various toys from a small wooden chest. He couldn’t figure it out. Alex’s stories had captured his imagination, sure, but those stories alone shouldn’t have been enough to tie his heart in as many knots as she’d tied his dick.

  She wasn’t his usual type. She was rounder, softer. She didn’t wear leather or chains. Her room wasn’t stark black, red, or white. Instead, it was bathed in soft, muted colors that soothed, and held very little equipment.

  He watched her pull out a leather cock ring and he shivered in response. He loved the bite of leather around the base of his shaft. This one had a strap attached which would go around his balls.

  She beckoned him to her side and he went eagerly, basking in her surprised approval when he crawled toward her rather than standing and walking. When she cinched the leather cock ring tight around him, he forced himself to stay still, but he didn’t even try to hold back his groan. Those tiny, soft hands were turning him inside out, taking him apart one inch at a time. She secured the cock ring—and the one for his balls—entirely too fast. He wanted her hands wrapped around his shaft.

  “On your knees, pet. Face the wall.”

  Ben complied. A piece of cut stone protected the floor beneath him—uncomfortable, but not enough to take his mind off the taste of her cum, or the thought of her hands on his dick.

  “Raise your arms.” Each word sent a shiver of anticipation through him. With each command, she was preparing him, positioning him for her pleasure, and her pleasure created his pleasure.

  When he’d raised his arms, she placed each wrist in a leather cuff. The cuffs were secured to the ceiling by chains. She pushed a button and the chains slowly began to pull his arms upward, stretching him until he poised on his knees, tension singing pleasantly through each taut muscle. Then, and only then, did she hit another button, locking the chains in place and leaving him stretched along the wall, unable to really move the top half of his body.

  She moved away from him and he could hear her digging around in her toy chest. He closed his eyes as he listened to her heels clicking against the tile of the floor.

  When he felt her at his back, she was naked. Her large breasts nestled between his shoulder blades as she knelt behind him and slid her hands around his chest.

  “So, Ben, you enjoy being at a woman’s mercy?” Her voice tickled his ear.

  “Yes, Mistress.” Goose bumps burst on every square inch of his skin as he felt familiar leather thongs sliding over his abdomen. He hadn’t even noticed her holding the flogger.

  “Would you like to be flogged by me, Ben?”

  “If it pleases you, Mistress.” He managed the correct answer, but it came out on a strangled gasp that would have earned him more punishment than pleasure from Master Alex.

  Her hand knotted in his hair and she yanked his head back sharply, laying her cheek against his. A dark thrill shot down his spine as he acknowledged that she had him completely under her control, mind, body and cock.

  “I did not ask if it would please me, Ben. I know what pleases me. I asked if it would please you to feel my flogger on your skin.”

  Ben didn’t answer for a moment—he couldn’t. No Mistress had ever asked him what pleased him. His pleasure was derived by making his Mistress happy, and no Mistress had ever shown the slightest desire to know if what she was doing was making him happy. Fuck if all the blood hadn’t left his brain to fill his cock, he was thinking in circles. Simply speaking, he gave her the only answer he could, the only answer he knew how to give.

  “It pleases me to obey you. I exist to serve your wishes.”

  Chapter Five

  Stacey wanted to scream in frustration. Instead, she bit his ear, digging her teeth into the soft flesh of his lobe. He sighed and leaned into her bite.

  She released him and pulled back. “Quit giving me the answers you’d find in BDSM 101 and give me your honesty. Do you want to feel my flogger on your back?”

  Ben leaned forward, resting his forehead against the wall and shaking his head. Stacey was having none of it. She’d recognized long before he’d used that gifted tongue on her that, while he had some training, he was modeling his reactions after information easily accessible from the internet or any of the millions of books about the lifestyle that were available to the interested novice.

  Alex had taught him the basics, but she wasn’t Alex. She didn’t want the basics. Stacey wanted more, she wanted it from Ben, and she wanted it now.

  She knelt behind him, pulling him against her, wrapping her arms around his torso.

  “Tell me, Ben. Tell me what you want. Do you need to be taken by your Mistress?”

  He still refused to answer; the tension in his shoulder was rock solid. Stacey reached her hand down and wrapped his cock head with her palm, causing him to buck against her.

  Her grip tightened, drawing a hiss from between his clenched teeth. With her other hand, she ran the handle of the flogger between his ass cheeks. He clenched around the handle, a tide of red flooding up his neck, singeing the tops of his ears.

  “Tell me. Tell me what you need. What do you need to give to me?” she cooed in his ear. “What do you need me to take?” His shoulders trembled and Stacey almost retreated, almost walked out the door and left him alone. Almost.

  “Ben,” she breathed, and his head shot up.

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nbsp; “Fuck me.” His voice was a ragged whisper, so low Stacey barely caught the needy words.

  “Who fuck you, Ben? Why fuck you?” She was relentless. He needed her to be. He needed to give over all of his fear, anger and restraint. She couldn’t give him the ultimate pleasure if he wouldn’t admit he wanted it.

  “Dammit, you. I need you to fuck me. I need you to take me, to make me yours.” His voice was gruff, raw sounding, desperate. “Fuck, is that what you need to hear?”

  Stacey didn’t even try to stem her tears, though she pulled far enough away that he wouldn’t feel them wetting his back. This was the real Ben. Not a man playing a role, but a man in need. She was going to fill that need as he filled the need in her.

  She placed her lips on his neck and he stiffened.

  “That’s what I needed to hear, pet.”

  “I think I hate you,” he choked out. Stacey rubbed his chest, his stomach, ran the flat of her tongue along the tops of his shoulders.

  “That’s okay, Ben,” she whispered against his damp skin. “Sometimes I hate myself too.”

  * * * * *

  Ben was on the verge of tears—real, painful, soul-ripping tears. This woman had crawled inside him and pulled out his one unspoken desire, the one taboo he’d dreamed of but never broken.

  Ben wanted the feel of a woman at his back, on top of him, taking him, giving him the release he desperately craved.

  None of his other Mistresses had guessed it; even Master Alex seemed completely unaware of Ben’s hidden obsession. How had she seen it so clearly in such a short time?

  He felt the cool liquid lube she drizzled on the base of his spine sliding silkily down his crack, the sensation making his cock jump and grow. Her finger dipped inside him, and he relaxed into her touch.

  She took her time as she opened him up, first with one finger then two and finally three.

  She removed her fingers, replacing them with something harder, larger.

  “I’m going to take you, Ben,” she whispered. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve always dreamed.”