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  She grasped the rope in her petite, graceful hands, and he added, “You can raise your arms over your head or rest them on your torso. I don’t care where they are as long as you don’t let go of the rope.”

  “Will I be punished if I do?”

  Her voice was meek, but with an undercurrent. She wanted to be punished but was afraid of it.

  He shook his head. “You’re here because you want to experience it. You’re submitting because you want to. If you choose not to submit, you don’t have to. I’m not forcing you to do anything.”

  “Would you punish Cameron if he let go?”

  Frisco took a breath, leaned over her, and held eye contact a few seconds for a dramatic pause. “You aren’t Cameron. You’re Cassie. You want to know what it feels like to submit? I’ll show you, but we do it by my rules. If you want to make the rules, I suggest you go find yourself a submissive.”

  He waited a few beats, watched her process the information, and when she gripped the rope even tighter he stood and moved below her.

  She was trimmed but not closely shaven. He wondered if this was how she normally kept herself or if it’d grown out to this.

  He didn’t want to know bad enough to ask just yet, though.

  Submissives had to get used to being touched and handled, so he rested a hand on her stomach and asked, “How does this make you feel?”

  “Open, and vulnerable. A little embarrassed, but not as much as if it were someone else.”

  He smiled. “You’re saying you like being open and vulnerable to me?”

  She nodded, her look so shy and fragile, and for the first time he could see how this might work. Doms were responsible for their charges, and he was responsible for her.

  “Okay, let go of the rope and stand.” He offered his hand and helped her off the table.

  He stood her at the Saint Andrew’s cross, had her sit on the seated bondage cross and then the bondage chair, leaned her over two of the spanking benches, and finally took her to the single metal bar, currently placed at waist height.

  “Spread your legs, bend over it, and grab your ankles.”

  He still wasn’t sure what, if anything, they’d do today, but sometimes simple worked better than complicated.

  Her t-shirt was fairly small, so he positioned the fabric as a blindfold and used a nearby zip-tie at the back to secure it. He pulled at it, and was satisfied it was tight enough to stay without pressing on her eyes.

  Hoping he’d find bottled water in the compact refrigerator, he stepped to it as he looked around for other possibilities.

  He found some bowls, and poured some of the cold bottled water into one, put the cap back on the water, and put the bottle in the refrigerator door so he’d know which he used.

  She jerked and jumped when he dripped the first of the water onto her ass, and his cock reacted.

  As hard as he tried to not get turned on, he’d wanted to take sweet little innocent Cassie out for months.

  Too bad she wanted him to treat her as he treated men.

  He walked around her, making sure his sneakers made noise on the floor. Not the same impact as boots but it would do.

  She jumped at the next drip of water and said, “Please, Sir. You’re torturing me!”

  He couldn’t help his chuckle. She thought this was torture?

  Or, maybe she was trying to tell him something else.

  He needed to stop this “Sir” bullshit before he dealt with anything else, though.

  “I’m not your Sir. You’ll call me Frisco. Understood?”

  She nodded, but he made her say, “Yes, Frisco”, before he said, “Okay, you complain of torture. Can you tell me what you want?”

  “Touch me?”

  He put a hand on her hip and she practically growled.

  “No, I mean,” she paused a handful of seconds and said, “touch me.”

  “My hand is on you, Cassie.”

  “I mean, my…” She sighed. “You have me so horny and you aren’t doing anything about it!”

  Ah. He smiled and asked, “You want something in your beautiful pussy? Is that what you’re beating around the bush trying to ask?”

  Her voice was so small, so meek, as she practically squeaked, “Please?”

  Squatting behind her, his face mere inches from her slit, he ran a finger down the center of the backs of her thighs from ass to knee.

  “What do you want in your pussy, Cassie?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “You’re going to have to think of something.”

  “I thought you were the one making the rules?”

  He chuckled. “Yes, and I’ve decided you need to tell me what you want in your pussy.”

  Frisco waited her out, and after several long moments, she said, “I can’t. Please don’t make me.”

  “I’m not making you do anything.”

  “Yes, you want me to tell you what to use, but I can’t.” Her voice broke as she spoke fast, as if she had to get it out before she lost her nerve. “If I don’t, you won’t use anything, and I’ll just die if you make me put my clothes on and nothing else happens.”

  Shit. He was supposed to be taking care of her. What the hell was wrong with him?

  “Okay, let’s try it another way. Would you like me to put my fingers in you?”

  “Umm, okay?”

  Something made him push. She wanted the full experience.

  “Yes or no, Cassie.” He wouldn’t make her ask with all the right words, but she needed to tell him she wanted it.

  “Yes.”

  Frisco’s cock sprang the rest of the way to life as his pointer finger sank into her warmth.

  Women were for loving, holding, and caressing. Their soft curves and sweet voices begged to be made love to.

  And Cassie’s body begged, even if she couldn’t vocalize it.

  Her hips twisted and moved as much as possible around the metal rod she leaned over. She adjusted her hands up her legs a few inches and he pulled his finger out.

  She moaned, seemed to figure out why he’d stopped, and moved her hands back to her ankles.

  “Good girl,” he said, his voice soft enough he wasn’t sure she heard. He slid his finger back in, pumped a few times, and asked, “Is this what you want?”

  “It’s a start.”

  He chuckled and added another finger. He didn’t intend to punish her, ever, so he’d need to teach with positive reinforcement. She told him something so she’d get another finger.

  “Oh, my gosh!” she gasped. “This isn’t, this isn’t possible!”

  She didn’t seem to be in distress so he didn’t stop. “What isn’t possible, Cassie?”

  “I’m…I’m…I’m going to…” She screamed, her body jerked, and her already tight little pussy constricted deliciously around his fingers before she had a full-body-orgasm.

  He fucked her pussy with his fingers and didn’t let her spasms completely back off, but kept working her up, again and again, until she begged for respite.

  As soon as she came down, he stood her up and walked her towards the bed. She reached to remove the blindfold but he needed some answers and she’d probably respond better if she couldn’t see him.

  “No, the blindfold stays. If you trust someone to put a leash on you then you should trust them to walk you across the room blindfolded. I won’t let you get hurt; we’re headed to the bed. Come on, Cassie. One foot in front of the other.”

  The first steps were super slow, but then she gained confidence and walked, trusting him. Yeah, she was a natural, and he’d need to be sure he taught her submission didn’t equal being a doormat before he found a suitable Master for her.

  Because he just didn’t do this with girls.

  He stretched her out on her stomach and started massaging her neck and shoulders. “What did you think wasn’t possible, Cassie?”

  “I thought I was about to come, and…”

  He gave her a few seconds before prompting, “And?”

>   “I don’t orgasm a lot. Hardly ever. I mean, sex feels okay, usually, but it’s never been like you read about, where the girls have orgasms left and right. And, the ones I’ve had, I had to work for. This one just kinda came barreling at me like a freight train and then it wouldn’t go away. I’ve never had one that lasted more than a few seconds.”

  Well, shit. He’d been reticent about making love to her tonight because he didn’t want to deal with the whole “fall in love with the first Dom” thing, but if he’d just given her the best orgasm ever? It might be too late.

  He still needed to take care of her though. She was his responsibility tonight, and she’d just opened herself up to him even more with her admission.

  He stopped massaging and ran a finger down either side of her spine in a soft caress, letting his fingers skip over the body harness where it was in the way, and watched her shudder and squirm at the gentle touch. His heart caught in his throat. So precious, so sweet.

  “Are we done for the night, or do you want to see if we can replicate the experience?” he asked, knowing he should be trying to cut it short. However, part of him wanted to see if he could give her another explosive orgasm, while the rest of him wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet.

  “I don’t want to be done.” Her voice was hesitant and so small.

  He patted her bottom. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” He stepped to the refrigerator, retrieved the bottle of water, and took a long drink on his way back to her. “Sit up. I have some water for you.”

  “Oh,” she said as she rolled over and sat. “Thank you.”

  He put the bottle in her hand and she felt to be sure the lid was off, and then took a long drink before asking, “Can I take the blindfold off now? Please?”

  “I like the please, but I’d like to leave it on a little longer.”

  She reached her hand out, touched him, and said, “You’re still dressed.”

  “I am,” he agreed.

  “It feels strange, to be naked when you aren’t.”

  He took the water bottle, capped it, and set it on the side table. “Roll over and let me massage you while we talk.”

  She obeyed without arguing, but likely only because it was something she wanted to do anyway. Still, it was progress.

  “You were turned on by the leash,” he said as he rubbed her back around the rope harness. “The leash is a symbol of power imbalance. Or, in lifestyle speak, a power exchange. The submissive willingly gives up some of their power. It isn’t taken, it’s given.”

  “So, you having clothes on is another way to show the power imbalance?”

  “What do you think?”

  She laughed under his hands. “Okay, stupid question. Of course it is.”

  “As is having you kneel, using a blindfold, and insisting you keep your hands on your ankles.”

  “How does giving me a massage play into it?”

  “I want to make you feel good.” She started to argue and he interrupted. “You did well, consider this a reward. Also, I’m giving you a break before I ravish you again.”

  “You didn’t ravish me. You freaking fingered me and I came like I’ve never….” She lifted her head and turned it the other way. “I might detonate into nothingness if you actually ravish me.”

  Frisco pulled his shirt off, scooted back, and massaged Cassie’s ass. He didn’t have to work around the body harness here, and he pressed into the muscles with long, slow, strokes. She kept fit, and he could feel her muscles and tendons moving and shifting as he massaged them.

  Cassie moaned and moved her hips, and Frisco worked her up to a near frenzy again.

  He’d maneuvered so he was sitting on her legs, and now he stood beside the bed and ordered her to spread her legs.

  When she complied he made her spread them farther, and lift her hips so her clit wasn’t touching the bed.

  “Stay right there. I won’t leave the room. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  She moaned as he walked away, and he made sure his feet made enough noise she could hear him.

  He smiled as he discovered the lights were on a dimmer, and he turned them low.

  He took his time walking back to the bed, unbuckling his belt and freeing the button of his jeans as he returned to her. Damn, this was a huge-assed playroom.

  He collected the bowl of water on his way, and settled it on the side table. He’d need a place to discard the condom later, if it came to it.

  He stripped as he neared her, and patted her bottom when he saw she was still as he’d left her.

  “Such a good girl. Roll to your back and put your arms over your head, Cassie.”

  * * * *

  God, his voice. How had she never realized how sexy it was before? Maybe because he’d never given her commands before? It was full of promise and threat, and made her stomach somersault until she wanted to drop to her knees and offer to do whatever he wanted. Shit, if he could give her more orgasms like the other one? She’d be his slave for life.

  She rolled to her back and felt him fiddling with the shirt around her head.

  “I dimmed the lights, but your eyes will still hurt a little when you first open them, so go slow.”

  She didn’t heed his warning, opened her eyes to look at him, and yelped as pain struck the back of her eyeballs.

  “Not too good at following instructions, are you?” He had the nerve to laugh, but Cassie was in no shape to glare at him.

  She cracked them a tiny bit, closed them, and gave up.

  “Your eyes prepare for proper dilation based on how much light filters through the eyelid. Always wait until at least a count of ten after a blindfold is removed to open them even a tiny amount.”

  She startled as he touched her right nipple, and when her hand landed on his he made a disapproving noise.

  “I told you to put your arms over your head, Cassie. They stay there until I say they can move. If you want to move them before I say, you ask.”

  Cassie put them back over her head and tried to explain. “It’s reflex. Someone touches your nipple when you aren’t expecting, your hands go there.”

  His lips caressed her cheek and his leg rubbed against hers. His bare leg. Her heart sped as she realized he might actually intend to ravish her.

  “Submissives have to learn to follow instructions, even when they have to fight their reflexes to do it.”

  His lips touched hers, once, twice, and he pulled back enough to talk again, his breath whispering across her cheek. “Submitting sexually means you accept hands on your body. It means you submit to being touched.”

  Fuck. He was going to drive her fucking crazy. She’d never orgasmed twice in the same day. Once a day was rare enough, but she thought he’d only need to stick a finger in her and talk to her and she’d detonate again.

  “Grab the headboard. Sometimes it’s easier if you have something to hang on to.”

  She couldn’t reach and he helped her scoot up. She could open her eyes now, and she looked down the length of his body.

  She’d seen him without a shirt at the dojo, and she’d seen him in bike shorts, so it wasn’t like she had no idea how fit he was.

  But naked? With all of his muscles covered by nothing but skin? She wanted to sit up and stare. Frisco was sexier than any man should be allowed.

  Her hands gripped the headboard harder as she remembered him taking his finger out of her when she moved her hands away from her ankles earlier. She didn’t want to do anything to make this stop.

  She could only glimpse a portion of his cock from this angle, and she couldn’t sit up for a better look while holding the headboard. She looked up, met his gaze, and blushed furiously as she realized he knew what she’d been trying to look at.

  “I want to make love to you.” It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking her, he was telling her, and Cassie’s arousal grew impossibly higher. Every time she thought she was as horny as she could possibly be, he proved her wrong.

  Speechless, all Cassie c
ould do was nod.

  “Your hands stay on the headboard. Don’t make demands but tell me what you want. Let me know what feels good and what doesn’t. Can you do these things?”

  Cassie nodded again, but he said, “At a bare minimum I want to hear, ‘Yes, Frisco’.”

  She licked her lips, took a breath and managed enough coordination say, “Yes, Frisco.”

  He sat up, opened a condom package, rolled it on, and was back to her in a handful of seconds. She still didn’t get a good look at his cock.

  He leaned in for a kiss, and this time his mouth opened hers, his tongue invaded, and he dominated her entire psyche, her body, her soul.

  She’d been kissed before, but never like this, and her stomach somersaulted as she plummeted through the rabbit hole and into a fantastical world of sensations she’d only read about. Frisco’s lips were pure sinful decadence, and she was struck with the breathless realization she was so far in over her head with this man, she didn’t have a chance of surviving the contact.

  Without her knowing he was moving into position as he kissed her, he was suddenly at her entrance, teasing the ultra-sensitive nerve endings with the promise of entering.

  She moved her hips in a wordless plea, and his lips forced hers open once again as he pressed his cock into her.

  The realization he’d seen every inch of her while she hadn’t been allowed to see him drove her arousal impossibly higher, and she moved her hips in welcome as he pressed in.

  He lifted his head as he sank into her, and she opened her eyes only to fall into his gaze.

  She was his captive, and she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

  Her heart beat against her ribs with so much force it almost hurt, and he put more weight into the gentle thrust of his hips and slid into her in a long slow glide until she felt nothing but him filling her.

  Completing her.

  She couldn’t look away as his body invaded hers, and when he made it all the way in and dropped his head, she was both relieved and disappointed at the loss.

  His lips closed over her nipple and she jerked and squealed as his teeth touched.

  He didn’t bite, didn’t hurt, but the threat was enough and she pulled her hips backwards into the mattress and thrust up. She wanted him to move already, but he was taking his own sweet time.