Sometimes the only answer is...Yes, Master.
Tara Sherwood never dreamed she’d let a man put her in chains, call her pet, and spank her into submission, or that she’d derive pleasure from punishment. But her future hangs in the balance and the choice is simple—walk away or kneel at the Master’s feet.
“Are you afraid?” The deep, sinful tone barely registered over the pounding in her ears.
Was she supposed to respond? Wasn’t there something about never speaking without permission? Until she learned the punishment for breaking that particular rule, she dared not answer.
Booted feet appeared before her and a pillow fell at her knees. “Put this under your knees.”
Tara followed the command without hesitation and nearly groaned at the cushiony relief from the cold, hard concrete. She had been so intent on making a good impression, she hadn’t realized how much her knees were suffering. Tonight was her introduction into the lifestyle, and she so wanted to do this right, to learn how to please, but more than that, to be able to embrace a submissive role. Her future depended on it.
Long fingers stroked her jaw, then tipped her face upward. Habit made her want to meet his gaze. She’d been brought up to look into the eyes of those she conversed with. But a stronger urge to please kept her eyes lowered and locked on the spot just above his waistband. A ripple of abs as he shifted his weight to one foot drew her attention to the line of hair trailing from his bellybutton to the top of his pants.
Saliva flooded her until-now parched mouth. She’d explored Simon’s treasure trail many times with kisses that eventually lead to his ragged whisper of her name. Thoughts of sucking this man’s cock, long and thick and straining against the buttery-soft leather of his pants, hearing him cry out his release… She swallowed hard, wishing he’d give her permission. She wouldn’t have waited for Simon’s consent. She’d have taken the initiative, taken what she desired.
He tilted her head higher, and his thumb traced her bottom lip for a long moment. Was he thinking the same thing she was? Did he want her to blow him? If she looked into his eyes, would she see longing there? His grip on her chin tightened. “I asked if you are afraid. You will answer me.”
The floodgate slammed shut, and the Sahara took residence in her mouth. Shit. She’d made him angry. Simon never got angry. He was the gentlest man she’d ever met.
Stop thinking of Simon!
She swallowed again, a dry lump sticking in her throat. “N-no.”
He acknowledged her answer with a grunt, as if he didn’t believe her. “Look at me.”
Wary of his quiet command, she was equally surprised at the flutter it caused in her lower belly. And here she’d been afraid she wouldn’t like being told what to do. Who knew? She peered from beneath her lashes into his hypnotizing gaze.
“You have nothing to fear from me.” His hand fell away, and he took a step back. “Since you are a virgin sub, I’ll allow for your ignorance. There will be no punishment tonight. But if you return, I won’t be as lenient. Do you understand?”
So he would go easy on her tonight. She wasn’t sure if she felt relief or disappointment. Maybe both. “Yes.”
“It is my task to train you in the expected behavior of a submissive. At this moment, you may answer my questions freely and ask your own, but once the session begins, you will not speak unless I ask a question. You will, at all times, address me as Sir or Master. Do you understand?”
Yes, she’d read something about addressing one’s Dom with respect. “Yes, Master.”
He nodded his approval. “Nothing will take place that you don’t wish. While I maintain control of you, you maintain control of what is allowed. At any time you want to stop, you have but to use the safeword. Tonight, we’ll keep it simple. Green for everything is good. Yellow if you’re uncertain of the direction our play is headed but you don’t want to stop completely. Red ends the session. No and stop will have no effect. Do you understand?”
It seemed simple enough. “Yes, Master.”
For the first time since entering the room, he let his gaze drop below her face and roam the length of her body. Her nipples puckered beneath his perusal, and she fought the urge to cover them. When he glanced lower, her pussy clenched, and an altogether different flood trickled from her slit. She’d shaved, leaving her mound bare and her clit exposed.
“Very nice.” Slowly, his attention returned to her face. “Do you have any questions before we begin?”
She’d had a whole list of questions earlier, but at the moment, with him looking at her as if he wanted to eat her alive, her mind went blank. They’d have to wait until after. “No, Master.”
He nodded again. “I have one for you.” He drew closer, and she had to crane her neck to look up at him. “Do you trust me?”
Trust him? This brooding stranger of a man? Yet as she searched his eyes, so mysteriously shadowed and now riddled with hunger, she could say without a doubt that she’d trust him with her very life.
Tara lowered her gaze, falling into the role she was there to learn. “Yes, Master.”
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