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  Her blue eyes shine with desire and apprehension, but she doesn't speak.

  “Before you decide...” I offer, knowing this is all new to her. “...I'll show you something.”

  Though her light brown hair is still wet, her skin is dry, except for where water drips from her long tresses. We're both naked as I lead her back to the big room and to the bondage table.

  “What is this?” she asks as she runs the palm of her hand over the soft vinyl surface.

  “Husband,” I say.

  Kitten looks from me to the bondage table and repeats what I said. Her word is more of a question. “Husband?”

  “It's your safe word.”

  A turmoil of emotions swirls in her blue eyes with knowledge of her powerful word. Will that word make her realize that she's supposed to be with me? Or will she use that word and go back to a life of safety and boredom?

  Kitten nods. “Okay.”

  “Do you know what that means?”

  “If I say it, you’ll stop.”

  “It will all stop.”

  She nods again.

  “Lie back on this part.” I direct her to the broad vinyl-covered surface and help her recline. Placing her feet on the footrests, I decide not to bind her. “I'm not going to restrain you. A much more binding restraint is your mind. Close your eyes and decide what your future holds.”

  Though she isn't sure what I mean, she obeys. Closing her eyes and resting her arms on the attached rests, she opens her body to me.

  “Don't fight me, kitten,” I say, taking a crop from the wall and gently running it over her warm skin, beginning at her shoulder. Erika flinches at the first touch, but doesn't move away. Instead of striking, I trace the leather over her tits and around each nipple. The leather loop leaves a trail of goose flesh as it explores the intricacies of her toned body. She's perfect. Her job requires her to stay fit, but having her laid out in front of me, I see all of her. She’s a masterpiece. I continue to trace the sexiness of her collarbone, the swell of her tits, and the flatness of her stomach. With each touch, her legs open wider. I marvel at how it's happening without my words, as only the crop teases the edge of the chastity belt.

  The insides of her thighs quake as I continue to touch and torment. So close, yet unable to give her the relief she craves. Over and over I tease, only her breath filling the air until she yells.

  “Something else!” Her words are filled with need.

  Slap! The crop strikes her stomach, leaving an angry red welt.

  “Sir,” I correct.

  Immediately her head bobs, and she says, “Something else, Sir.” The wanton desire is subdued as her now respectful tone fills the air, and a stream of tears leaks from the corners of her eyes.

  “You want another punishment instead of the belt?”

  “Yes. Please, Sir, punish me another way. This is too hard.”

  “Tell me why.”

  “Because I need your cock, Sir.”

  I bend down and lick away the tears brought on by the crop, savoring the salty taste. “Open your eyes and stand up.” I offer her my hand.

  Once she's standing, I go to the armoire and retrieve the key. Erika keeps her eyes downcast as I move closer, unlock the belt, and pull it from between her legs. “Look how wet this is.”

  Her gaze flutters to the belt, the crotch moist with her cum, and looks back to my feet.

  “Why is that?” I ask.

  “Because I want you, I need you, Sir.”

  “On the bed.”

  Without hesitation, my kitten crawls onto the mattress.

  “I'm going to bind your hands. Once I do, I'm going to punish you, just like you asked for, and then I'm going to fuck you. Do you remember your safe word?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She lies near the top of the bed and lifts her hands over her head. As she gets into position, I marvel at her beauty. She's the most magnificent woman in the world. She always has been. I've never wanted anyone else. Now, with her hands bound together and secured to the headboard, she's perfection. “You're mine,” I remind her, petting her soft skin. “You always will be.”

  Erika doesn't speak, but with her hands above her head, her hips wiggle, responding to my touch and words.

  “Roll over. I want your ass in the air.”

  It's not easy with her hands bound, but diligently she tries.

  As Erika struggles to comply, I contemplate my choices of implements for pleasure and pain. This is all new to her. She isn't ready for a cane or even a whip. I run a few of the paddles over my hand. Some are long and rectangular, reminding me of a fraternity board, while others are covered in leather, and some are both with holes. I take one of the leather ones, shaped much like a ping-pong paddle complete with a peppering of holes, and go back to the bed.

  “This will do.” I strike the paddle against my hand and let the combination of my words and the sound sink in.

  In her position, my kitten's unable to see what I selected. The possibilities must be replaying in her pretty mind. Stillness descends over the cabin, and I notice how her body quakes. I wonder what she must be thinking, being out of control, being at my mercy. I can only assume it's a staggering concoction of anticipation, want, and fear. The evidence of her desire is visible on her thighs. The intoxicating aroma of her cum and emotions fills the room, causing her to squirm against the bindings. She gasps as, without warning, I climb onto the bed and rub my hand over her round ass.

  “You have a fucking gorgeous ass.”

  Over and over, I caress and warm her skin. I keep going, occasionally brushing her wet pussy until her head drops, her unrestrained hair falls over her face, and she moans in pleasure. Just as she does, I rear the paddle back and strike her ass.

  “Fuck!” she screams.

  My arm vibrates as her entire body shudders. Small white circles protrude like polka dots on her ass in the pattern of the paddle's holes. I can't resist touching them. When I do, she flinches. “Hold still, kitten. This is what you chose. Remember?”

  “I-I didn't...” She stops her own rebuttal. “Yes, Sir.”

  I don't back down as again I strike her ass, letting the leather paddle redden her skin, creating a pattern of pink and red circles. Her breath hitches as she gives in to the pain. Her curses turn to whimpers as more tears flow.

  After a few more blows, she falls forward, collapsing with a muffled scream. “Stop.”

  I lean down with my lips near her ear and my most menacing tone. “That's not your safe word. Either say it, or get back on your elbows and knees and don't fall again. If you do, you'll only increase your punishment.”

  I wait for her to respond. When she doesn't, I stick out my tongue and lap her newest tears. She sucks in a deep breath. I kiss her cheek as any rebuttals she may have considered fade away, and on shaky limbs she moves back into position. One more kiss to her cheek and her muscles relax, ready to take what I choose to give her.

  Smack!

  “Thank me.”

  Her voice trembles. “Thank you, Sir.”

  I reel back and strike again.

  “T-thank you, Sir.”

  Between her acknowledgments, cries, and the reddening of her ass, my cock is rock hard and the tip is glistening with cum.

  “That's it, kitten, scream, cry—just don't move from your position. No one can hear your appreciation of your punishment except me. That's why we're here.”

  Smack!

  “T-thank you, Sir.” Her words are barely audible.

  “Why am I doing this?” I ask.

  Smack!

  “Thank you. I-I didn't tell y-you the truth, Sir.” It's difficult for her to speak through her sobs.

  With each strike, her thighs become more and more wet. By the time both of her ass cheeks are fire-engine red, her thighs are slick, and her face is covered with tears.

  Chapter Nine

  Erika

  Fuck!

  My ass is on fire. I've never felt anything like this before. Bu
t even so, I refuse to use my safe word. If I do, I'm afraid he’ll stop. Not just the punishment—I'm ready for that to stop—but what's coming next. I need Victor inside me. I've never been more turned on in my entire life.

  I wait for the next strike. How many have there been? I don't know. The cabin echoes with our breaths, my whimpers, and the sound of my blood rushing through my veins. I try to breathe, but my nose is running and my lungs won't work. There are so many sensations, but all I concentrate on is keeping my position and repeating my gratitude, even though my arms and legs are shaking.

  When another strike doesn't happen, I wonder if it's over. Did I do it? Did I survive my Sir's punishment? Can I collapse? I want to collapse.

  The paddle hits the ground, its sound the final bell letting me know I made it. I gasp as Victor spreads my overly sensitive ass cheeks and his tongue laps at my core. Despite the pain from him holding me, I can't contain the groan as I push my ass toward him, wanting his tongue deeper. After the punishment he delivered, I can't comprehend words adequate to describe the pleasure his tongue is giving me. My knees and elbows shake as he licks and laps at my essence.

  “Roll over.”

  His deep voice is all I hear.

  My body and mind are no longer connected, but are two separate entities.

  My mind is saying that this is wrong. It's telling me to scream my safe word—husband—and make it all end. My body, however, is strung tighter than it's ever been. My insides have never felt as empty, never needed a man more than I need Victor Cross, and never been this wet or wanting.

  My body wins as I fumble for the binding holding my wrists and turn, rolling onto my back.

  “Shit,” I mumble as my ass hits the comforter, the rough material biting into my freshly punished skin. Why wasn't I honest? He told me to be honest. The bed shifts with his weight.

  “Open your eyes.”

  I hadn't even realized they were closed when I open them. Right in front of me, kneeling between my unashamedly spread legs, is Victor. The length of his cock is in his hand as he strokes the tightly stretched skin. The tip shines with pre-cum, and I imagine sucking it with my lips, bringing him pleasure, more than he could have had with that gag.

  “Tell me, kitten, what do you want?”

  “Your cock, Sir.” The words come too easily. I lift my knees higher, giving him my pussy, presenting it to him. It's his and after this, it always will be.

  Leaning toward me, his weight on his forearms on either side of my face, Victor stares deep into my eyes, silently daring me to speak, to say my safe word.

  I can't.

  I can't do anything but look back into his dark eyes, and then I remember to look away, to submit to his desire. When I do, when my lids lower in reverence to this man, a moan comes from my throat. More sounds that I've never heard spill from my lips as Sir enters me, filling me, stretching me. It's for his pleasure, but it's mine too. With each thrust he pushes me toward the headboard. I try to lift my throbbing ass, but I can't, not with the way he's taking me, ravaging me, ruthlessly pounding into me. The pain and pleasure mount, piling one on top of the other as energy flows through me, curling my toes and causing my fingernails to bite into the palms of my hands. After only a few deep and savage thrusts, my body comes undone.

  Fireworks ignite behind my partially closed eyes. I scream, but I don't know what I'm saying. The world is out of kilter, or maybe it's finally right. Victor doesn't stop or even slow to allow me to enjoy the downside of my orgasm. He continues to fuck, brutally pounding. He isn't pleasing me, though I've never been so pleased. This is about him, about his pleasure. The realization propels me back up the figurative mountain until my body tenses and we both come undone.

  He grunts as he fills me with his seed, over and over, combining it with my essence until I’m overflowing. It doesn’t end there. He turns me, twisting me in positions I’ve never known. Each time, his cock finds the exact spot to send me over the edge. I don't know how many times he uses me, how many times I come, or even how many ways. But by the time I fall asleep, I know without a doubt that he's marked me in a way I've never been marked. I know I can't go back to what I had before.

  When I wake, my arms are no longer bound. Instead, I'm draped over Victor, or the man I now call Sir. I'm not sure I can ever call him Master, but I never thought Sir would be in my vocabulary either. My cheek is lying upon his solid chest, and his strong arm is wrapped protectively around my shoulder. Despite the aches throughout my body, I've never felt more satisfied or safer than I do at this moment.

  I raise my head, push my hair away, and look at his features. His narrow nose, chiseled jaw with a day's beard growth. How had I not noticed how handsome he is?

  His dark brown eyes open and a slight grin comes to his lips. I lower my lids, knowing that seeing him smile fills me with relief and delight I never imagined. I want him to be happy.

  “Good morning, kitten.”

  His voice is like thunder on my newly awakened ears. It rumbles through me, bringing my nervous system back to life with a jolt of lightning. I start to pull away, not because I want to, but because my bladder is full.

  Sir’s large hand grasps my arm, stopping my escape.

  It’s then I realize that I didn’t answer. “Good morning, Sir.”

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  His menacing tone and tightening grip have my body on a virtual treadmill. I’m running a six-minute mile. My heart rate accelerates as my skin peppers with goose flesh from the flood of heat within.

  I look up. “I-I was...” Again, my lids lower and I let out a breath. “Sir, may I use the bathroom?”

  He releases my arm and slaps my tender ass. “Hurry, and no pleasuring yourself. If you do, I won't do it when you get back.”

  My cheeks heat and rise as I scurry to the edge of the bed. This is all so new and so different. When was the last time I asked permission for something so basic?

  As I walk, my entire body aches with the aftereffects of his punishment and the multiple rounds of fucking. I'm not sure which one caused the most ache. All I know is that the more he gives, the more I want—of either, of both.

  When I make my way out of the bathroom, my steps stutter as I take him in. He’s so sexy, lying there. The sheet has moved, and his erection is standing at attention, his large hand moving slowly up and down his hard rod. As if he heard me, his dark eyes turn and drink me in. They’re commanding me silently, telling me without words that I’m his. I take one step.

  “No, crawl to me.”

  I don’t hesitate as I drop to my hands and knees. The worn wood floor is smooth yet gritty as I move closer. Each movement taking me closer floods my core anew.

  As I reach the side of the bed, my eyes are down. I want nothing more than to see him, to watch him as he does what he forbade me from doing.

  The thunder rolls. “Kitten, do you want to stay down there on the floor?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Then get your ass up here.”

  I quickly climb onto the bed and hurry along the length of the mattress until I’m beside him.

  Our gazes meet. Without a word Sir pulls me over him as if I’m as light as air and moves me so I'm straddling his torso. “I want your ass,” he says, “but first, I want to watch you fuck me.”

  “Isn't that topping from the bottom?”

  I jump as he swats my sore behind again. “It's not when I tell you to do it. Now, kitten, get on my cock and start moving. I want to watch your tits swing and feel your cunt strangle my dick.”

  My body electrifies at his voice, his words, and his commands. Lifting myself on my knees, I grasp his cock beneath me; my thumb and middle finger are unable to touch as I hold his girth. Lining the tip up with my entrance, I slowly begin to slide down, but before I can, Sir grabs my hips and roughly pulls me toward him.

  “Shit,” I say as I adjust to his size.

  “Kitten, you're so fucking wet, I just slid right into your ti
ght pussy.”

  I lower my eyes, knowing he is right.

  He crosses his arms behind his head and grins. The muscles in his biceps become more defined as his cheeks rise. The view takes my breath away as his gaze devours me.

  “Fuck me, kitten. When you're done, I'll let you cook me breakfast. If you make me come, I may even let you eat.”

  Tingles radiate from my head to my toes as my knees begin to flex. The friction is phenomenal, but that isn't my goal. I don't concentrate on climbing my mountain. My only goal is assuring that he's satisfied. It's not because I'm worried about food—I know he won't let me starve. I want him to come because I want to please him more than I want sustenance.

  It isn't until his back arches and neck strains that I let myself feel the burn. As he grips my hips again, I know we're going to come together. It's when he roars that I let loose, my insides milking his cock, encouraging his release, and wanting every last drop.

  Chapter Ten

  Victor

  I sit at the small table in my unbuttoned jeans as my kitten prepares my breakfast. I purposely supplied the cabin with foods I knew she wouldn’t normally eat.

  “Pancakes?” she asks, looking at the box.

  “Pancakes.”

  “What will I eat?” Her bruised ass shows as she leans naked, searching the refrigerator.

  “Pancakes.”

  She spins toward me, her lips parted to speak. I know what she normally eats for breakfast. There is no fruit or yogurt in the refrigerator. With its sparse contents, she knows that too. I watch as she fights her normal response to argue.

  But this isn’t normal. It is our future.

  “B-but, Sir.”

  “Cook. And there’s bacon too.”

  She pulls the container from the refrigerator. It’s not the precooked kind. It will require her frying it. The way she’s holding it—her cute little nose scrunched and eyes narrowed—you’d think it were trash in her hand, not uncooked meat.