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  So she wasn’t a Dom. He chose not to explore her answer, at least not at the moment. “So you’re saying that you don’t want to be here?”

  “Yes,” she sounded a little hopeful. Her eyes had softened, and they held the same hope he heard in her voice.

  “Liar. The only reason you’re here is because you want to be here.”

  “I don’t want to be here.” Her eyes were changing now. He could see the beginnings of anger budding there.

  “You do. Your body tells me you do.” He ran the crop from the side of her face down her neck to the side of her breast.

  She tried to move away. The expression on her face told of fear and anger. Her body betrayed those emotions with signs of excitement and desire. Her nipples puckered just slightly.

  “Stop.” she ordered.

  He pinched her nipple. “No. You like it and so do I.”

  “I don’t like it.” She spat the words at him.

  “Oh, but you do.” He moved back to look at her. Her cheeks flushed and her nipples fully budded. “You like me to look at you.” He paused for effect. “I will admit, you are a pretty sight, so unlike the usual type of woman I’ve encountered here. Your skin is milky white and so soft.” He moved closer. He touched her face. He moved his fingers down her neck and shoulder.

  She began to struggle against the chains. He thwacked her ass with the crop. She screamed. He was very close to her, so her scream rang in his ears.

  He moved back from her while rubbing his ear. His dark glare locked with her icy blue one. Anger and something else passed between them. Whatever it was he felt it in his gut. He knew was going to enjoy this. He hadn’t had a challenge in a long time. “Do not scream again,” he hissed. His body moved closer to hers. He was amazed at the heat radiating from her slight frame.

  Her eyes flared in defiance as she screamed again. He raised his palm in front of her face. He smiled. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.”

  He spread his lips in what he hoped was a devilish grin. “Oh, yes. I dare.” His hand came down on the cheek of her ass. “And I dare again.” He spanked her hard one more time. “Would you like another?”

  “No!” she shouted.

  “You will have to watch your tone of voice with me. I don’t like to be ordered about or shouted at.”

  “I don’t like to be spanked,” she barked back at him.

  “I think you do. Look at these.” He tucked the crop under his armpit, slid his palms over her rib cage, and cupped her breasts in his hands. They have perked up and taken notice. His thumbs made little circles around her nipples. “They like it. I’ll bet there are other places that like it, too.” He slid one hand down her rib cage and to her hip.

  “No,” she shouted.

  His hand slapped her ass again. “Oh, Rowena, you’re making me so hot. I do enjoy spanking you.” His hand moved across her hip to her stomach. She struggled to move away from him. “So, you don’t like my hands on your body?”

  “I don’t.”

  “Then maybe you’ll like this instead.” He stepped back from her. He tapped the tip of the crop to her ankle. “I like your shoes, Rowena, fiery red, like your temper. I will learn and taste all the fiery things about you before this encounter is over.”

  She shuddered and sucked in a breath.

  “I think you like being helpless and out of control.” He moved the crop up the inside of her calf. “Spread your legs open wider, Rowena.” He tapped the crop to her calf with authority.

  She didn’t move.

  He slapped her ass again. “It’s so warm.” He leaned down behind her. “Yes, it is getting really pink now.” He caressed the rosy patch. He kissed little pecks all over it. “Oh, yes, I could do this all night.”

  “Sadist,” she accused him angrily.

  “Not really, but I could be if you’d like. The next man may be a sadist. He may enjoy hurting you. Do you want me to treat you rough and hurt you? Is that why you’re here? Is that how you get your kicks, Rowena?”

  “No,” she whispered. She sounded shocked.

  “Then thank you for being so disobedient, so I get to punish you. I truly do enjoy spanking you.”

  “The next man? What you mean the next man?” she demanded.

  She sounded like she really didn’t know. “There will be another after me, and then a third. They will have their way with you just as I will. They may not be as understanding about your defiance.”

  “Understanding? This is understanding? My ass is stinging.”

  “I believe it is.” He caressed her cheeks again as he looked into those lovely blue eyes straining to see him over her shoulder. He placed the crop on the back of her calf. He dragged the crop over her skin as he moved around her. “Spread your legs, Rowena,” he commanded.

  This time she followed his order, but if her eyes were knives, he’d have been flayed alive. Her lips flattened into an angry thin line.

  “Very good, Rowena, you’re learning to curb your tongue. Let’s see if I can make you earn another heated caress.”

  He moved the crop up her calf to the inside of her thigh. “It’s such a pity you don’t like my touch. This soft skin is very tender.” He flicked the leather tip of the crop across her inner thigh.

  She screamed.

  “Oh, thank you, Rowena.” He slapped her ass again. He caressed it and moved behind her to kiss it. This time he placed wet kisses all over her rounded buttock while flicking out his tongue against the warmed skin. “You like that, don’t you?”

  She shook her head with such vehemence the chains above her rattled.

  “I don’t believe you, Rowena. Maybe you’d like this more.” He spread her cheeks and ran his tongue over the exposed skin and over her anus.

  She jumped. “Stop!” she ordered.

  He slapped her ass. He put the crop at her ankle and moved it toward her thigh. “Would you like me to use the crop here?” He quickly moved the crop to her crotch. “Would you like the leather to lick your pussy, or would you prefer my tongue?”

  “You would use that thing there? You would whip me there?”

  “I would not whip you, Rowena. I would make the leather caress your cunt.” He pressed the crop harder against her open pussy. “Look down, Rowena.”

  She looked straight ahead.

  He slapped her ass. “Look down,” he ordered.

  Her head bent forward.

  “Do you see the leather tip?”

  She nodded.

  “I will make it kiss you there.” He moved his free hand around her waist and down. He spread his fingers over her mons and through the small patch of neatly trimmed, coarse black hair. He moved his fingertips in a small circle, gently massaging.

  She began to take quick breaths.

  “The thought of that excites you, doesn’t it?”

  “No, it’s your touch.”

  “Oh, so you do like my touch.”

  “Apparently.” She panted, and her hips pressed into his fingers.

  “Much better, now we can begin to play.”

  “Play?” The word came out in the heated rush.

  “Oh, yes. I like to play.” He pressed into her from behind. He could feel his hard cock throbbing through the leather. This woman excited him more than any woman had in a very long time. Tonight he would be her second lover and maybe her third. The night was young, he would see.

  “Oh my,” she whispered.

  “How long have you been doing this?” he whispered into her ear as he slipped his middle finger between the lips of her cunt searching for her clit. He found the spot and pressed ever so lightly.

  She moaned.

  “Do you want more?”

  She nodded, yes.

  “Then tell me, how long?”

  “I’ve never done this.”

  “Never?”

  “Never.”

  He didn’t know why, but he believed her. “Good girl,” he whispered as he slowly massaged her cli
t.

  She relaxed into him and moaned. “That feels good,” she said.

  “I think I like this side of you,” he whispered and nipped her ear lobe.

  She stiffened as she realized she’d let down her guard.

  “It’s all right. I won’t tell anyone.”

  “Tell anyone what?”

  “That you have a soft feminine side that likes to be dominated.”

  “I what!” She started to struggle again. “I won’t have a man think he is better than me. I’ve worked too hard to let that happen.”

  He moved away from her. He heard the soft whimper she tried to repress as he removed his hand.

  She was an interesting mix of fire and ice. So commanding and domineering, and yet she was a soft and sensual woman so hot in his arms. He liked her. He found himself wanting to know more about her. How would she act with another man? He’d contemplated that before. Did these women change their manner from one man to another? Did they start their game over when the next encounter began? Tonight he would find out.

  Stephen put the crop on a table. He dragged a chair from the kitchen area, and placed it in front of her. He went to the bed, and pulled out a plastic ‘under the bed’ box, which he carried back to the chair. He placed it on the floor in front of her and uncovered it.

  “What is that?”

  “Some toys.” He looked at the assortment of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and various other playthings, all brand-new in their packages.

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Make you very happy.” He sat in the chair.

  “No, you can’t.” She struggled.

  “I what?” He pinned her with an angry look. He reached behind her and slapped her ass hard.

  “Ouch,” she shouted and wiggled.

  “I can…and I will do as I please with you. Do you understand?”

  “No, you can’t.”

  He slapped her ass again then grabbed her hips. “Do you want it rough, Rowena?” he threatened, his voice harsh even to his own ears.

  “No,” she whispered. A teardrop slowly rolled down her cheek.

  “Is that a real tear?” He stood and kissed the tear from her cheek. “Yes, I do believe it is. Such real emotion, I like this,” he said.

  “You like to make women cry?” she asked, looking into his eyes.

  “I like to pleasure women. I like to fuck women. If I have to make them cry to do that, I will. Do you want me to make you cry, Rowena? Is that what turns you on?”

  “No.”

  “What do you want, Rowena?”

  “I want to go home.”

  “Where is home?” he asked as he gently stroked her arms.

  “New York City.”

  “Interesting,” he said, suppressing his surprise. “Where is the painting you mentioned earlier?”

  “In Minerva’s Mystic Museum.”

  “I posed for a painting in a room like this once. I thought it would remain in a private collection. Apparently it hasn’t.”

  “I thought it was you, but you wore a mask.”

  “And right now, I am very glad that I did. This part of my life is private.” He grabbed her chin in his hand and shook her head. His eyes bore into hers. “This part of my life will remain private. Do you understand Rowena Milestone of New York City?”

  Her eyes widened at his implied threat. She nodded. “Yes, I understand.” The words came out in a frightened whisper.

  “Good. Now, where were we? Oh, yes, I was about to ease my discomfort.” He went to the bathroom for a towel. He placed it on the chair. “Two can play at the naked game you know.”

  “What naked game?”

  “You chose to be here, naked, when I came in.”

  “I did nothing of the kind.”

  “Are you naked?”

  “Yes, but I didn’t choose to be naked.”

  He gave her a look filled with disbelief. “Be that as it may…You are naked. I am not. My hard-on is becoming uncomfortable in these pants. So with your permission I will…” He started to unzip.

  “No, don’t,” she said quickly.

  He looked at her and then at his hand.

  “Fuck, okay, okay. Please make yourself comfortable.”

  “Now that sounded downright friendly. I think I like you better friendly.” He leaned forward and kissed her ruby lips. He intended a quick sweet kiss, but one taste of her ignited his emotions. He leaned into her and put one hand around her waist. He grabbed the hair at the back of her head and pulled her head backward, opening her mouth to his invasion.

  She tasted so sweet. She was wonderfully soft and pliant. Her tongue lashed out at his, but soon joined in the erotic dance. She moaned as her breathing increased. He ended the kiss abruptly. “My God, woman, what you do to me.”

  He stepped back. She looked dazed. Her breathing was rapid, and her lips were slightly swollen. He’d never seen anything so beautiful in all his life.

  His cock throbbed painfully now. “Damn.” He adjusted his crotch. He sat on the chair and removed his boots and the leather bands at his wrists. He rolled up his socks and put them into his boots. He stood and removed his pants. “That feels much better,” he said as he adjusted his balls and stroked his cock.

  She watched him. Her eyes were small saucers of shock, but were soon filled with heated appreciation. “Do you like what you see?”

  She shook her head no.

  He raised his hand. “I won’t tolerate lies. If you want me to spank you, continue to lie. That is a lie. I can see it in your eyes.”

  She swallowed and closed her eyes. “Yes, I like what I see.” She sounded distraught, like she didn’t want to admit it.

  “Rowena, look at me.”

  Her eyes shot to his.

  “It pleases me that you like it. I like what I see as well. You’re not overly endowed.” He cupped her breasts in his hands. They filled his palms completely without much excess, just the right size as far as he was concerned. Then he fondled her ass pulling her into him. “But everything you have fits you perfectly,” he whispered across the skin of her neck. His cock pressed against her. He ground it into her pelvis. “Do you feel what you do to me? Is your pussy throbbing for me the way my cock is throbbing for you?”

  “No.”

  He moved his hand between them. “Do you want me to spank you, or are you going to tell me the truth before I discover it for myself?”

  “Yes, it’s throbbing,” she ground out.

  “Is it wet?”

  She hesitated.

  He moved away from her. He squeezed the clear lubrication of his pre-cum to the tip of his penis and collected it with his index finger and thumb. “Is it wet like me?” He put his moist finger to her mouth. “Is it wet like me, Rowena?” He spread the slippery fluid on her lips. “Answer me, Rowena, or suffer the consequences.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, it’s wet.”

  “What is wet, Rowena?”

  “My pussy is wet.”

  “That is music to my ears. Is it wet for me?”

  She hesitated.

  “Rowena,” he warned.

  “Yes, my pussy is wet for you.”

  He caressed her bottom lip with his thumb. “Let me see.” He moved his hand from her lip to her pussy. His eyes never left hers.

  She gasped, and her body went rigid.

  He moved his finger over her mons. He searched for and found her hidden bud of desire. He moved the finger in a gentle circular motion. Her hips began to rock gently. He moved his finger lower, searching for her depth. “Yes you’re wet.” His finger slid into her recesses. “And you’re hot,” he breathed into her neck.

  Her pussy twitched around his finger. “That’s it, Rowena, come for me.” He stroked her pussy. He found her G-spot. He lingered there teasing it. Her pussy exploded around him.

  “No.” The agonized word seemed to be torn from her. “Why now? Why with you?” She quietly sobbed, dropping
her head as if in shame.

  He moved slightly away from her. He lifted her chin with his finger. He looked into her agonized face and searched her watery eyes. She looked genuinely upset. Why would having an orgasm upset her? His heart twisted at her distress. “What is the matter, Rowena?” he asked gently, the words filled with compassion.

  She gazed back at him.

  What was she thinking? He was surprised that he wanted to know. “What are you thinking? What are you feeling? Why are you upset? Answer me, Rowena.”

  “Do I dare believe that you are interested in me as a person? I’m nothing but a sex toy to you.” A fat teardrop slipped down her cheek.

  He kissed the moist track it had made before he wiped it away with his thumb. “You are here to be my sex toy, as you put it. You seem upset because you’ve had an orgasm. Am I wrong in assuming that?”

  “You’re not wrong, and that’s the problem.”

  “Having an orgasm is a problem? I don’t understand.”

  “Having an orgasm here, under these despicable conditions, with you, a total stranger is the problem. I don’t have orgasms, so why now?” She sounded confused.

  “Maybe you’ve been waiting for me.” He pressed his lips to her neck where it met her shoulder and kissed her. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he said in a barely audible whisper. “You will have many more orgasms before the night is through. I promise you that, Rowena, my love.”

  Her breath hitched.

  He kissed her neck again, and this time he sucked. He sucked hard enough to create a hickey. “Now you’re marked as mine.”

  Her body shuddered. “Fuck,” she said in agony. “Why do you make me so hot? Your words turn my insides to mush and your touch makes me burn with desire. This can’t be.”

  He cupped her breasts. “So soft and just the right size,” he said as he took one into his mouth and sucked. He massaged the other. His cock jumped in response. “Rowena, see what you do to me.” He moved his cock between her legs. With his hand he directed the head of his penis so it massaged her clit and the soft skin just inside the lips of her pussy. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  She gasped.

  “Oh, yes. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to put my cock in here.” He pressed the head of his cock just inside her vagina.