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CONTENTS

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Loose Id Titles by Stacey Kennedy

Stacey Kennedy

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Dedication

For Christy and Crystal, who welcomed me to a new family and made me feel at home.

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Chapter One

Aching feet, too many martinis, and dancing the night away at a club located in the heart of Baltimore led Marley to this moment—her twenty-fifth birthday celebration, to be exact. She plopped down on one of the pillows along the floor, surrounded by her three best friends. The two-story colonial-style house located in the quiet eastern neighborhood of the city had been home to all of them since college.

"Okay, girls, I have an idea,” Bella said.

Sadie's large breasts—thanks to Dr. Lee—bounced as she squirmed on her pillow. “Oh...do tell."

"I can hardly wait to hear what you've come up with now.” Kyra snorted, flipping her black silky hair over her shoulder.

As usual, Marley didn't know what Bella was up to. She always attempted to make their lives interesting. “Okay, spill it. What trouble have you planned for us now?"

"Well.” Bella's crystal blue eyes sparkled with wicked intentions. “Life has been boring lately, right?"

"Mm hm,” Marley responded. That was an understatement. Not saying her job at the elementary school didn't fulfill her. Heck, she'd worked hard to get the full-time position as a sixth-grade teacher. Yet her life held no spunk. Same routine. Normal hours. Nothing ever changed.

Sure, Marley had had a few boyfriends, but none of them made her feel anything but friendship, and she grew tired of searching for Mr. Right when they all ended up being Mr. Wrong. She'd given up dating altogether a year ago.

"Let's make a pact of seduction,” Bella said.

Sadie spit out her wine, and it sprayed on Marley's face. “Oh shit, Marls. I'm so sorry."

Marley groaned as the warm liquid dripped off her nose. She wiped her face, annoyed, yes, but too stuck on what Bella had said to care. “What do you mean a pact of seduction?"

"Exactly what you think I mean. We each have to fulfill our hottest fantasy. You know, the one you've always wanted to do but never thought possible. You've got to make it far past what you think you are capable of, something only imaginable in your dreams."

"You can't be serious!” Kyra exclaimed.

Bella frowned. “Of course I'm serious. Come on, let's ruffle things up a bit. We're all single. Marls is twenty-five now, and the rest of us are all approaching our birthdays too. In a few years we'll likely be married with kids. All settled down with a life more normal than the one we live now. Let's do something crazy, fulfill our ultimate fantasy while we still have the chance.” She paused.

Marley blinked.

Bella continued. “Two rules: the first, no judging. We're here to help each other find our fantasy, not laugh at it. The second, whoever commits cannot back out. Friends’ oath."

Marley looked to Sadie, who shrugged, but her eyes showed undeniable interest. Kyra nibbled her bottom lip. What to do? Could Marley make such a pact? Their friends’ oath was solid and unyielding. The exact reason their friendship held so tight. They'd never broken a vow to each other, and Marley did have a fantasy.

She spent her days guiding youths to do right, and had always been the one in control—she wanted to give that all up. She wanted a man to show her how to behave properly, and punish her for her disobedience. A man who had a body she could drool over, maybe even smoldering eyes, and one who could lift her tall frame with little effort. Add sex into the equation and heat exploded into every molecule of her body.

Before she agreed to anything, Marley needed to see if this had been just another thought passing through Bella's busy mind or if she meant what she said. “Exactly how do we decide who goes first?"

"We draw straws.” Bella grinned.

"Draw straws to get it on.” Kyra laughed.

"Yes, exactly,” Bella retorted. “Tell me you're not a little interested. We'd never fulfill our fantasy alone, or be brave enough to do it. So let's make a pact. I don't know about you all, but I'm bored as hell. I need something to spice up my life. Don't you?"

Marley considered this. If she made the pact with her best friends, there would be no escape. Did she have the strength to make good on her word? She glanced around to her friends, and excitement showed on their faces, even Kyra's. Marley would let her hesitations go too.

This was her chance to do something she'd never do if not forced. Maybe this could be a turning point for her. A way to break this boring cloud that had settled over her life, and maybe she could meet a man who could stir something more than friendship-level feelings. She drained the rest of her chardonnay, wiped her mouth, and smiled. “I'm in. What do we do next?"

Bella took a pad of paper and a pen off the end table and handed each of the women a sticky note. “We write our fantasies down; then we'll share them.” She lowered her head, and Marley did the same.

By the time it was Marley's turn to read her fantasy, she had discovered Kyra wanted two men, Sadie wanted a firefighter, and Bella had an interest in being with a woman.

When all eyes focused on her, Marley cringed. She had a hard enough time thinking these thoughts, let alone voicing them. “I can't read this to y'all."

"Oh, it's gotta be good.” Bella snatched up the paper and read the note. “Our Marley here wants to be dominated."

"You do?” Sadie asked.

"Like bondage, sadomasochism, that type of stuff?” Kyra interjected before Marley could respond to Sadie.

"Well...” Marley suspected her cheeks burned red. “I'm not sure what I want because I don't know much about BDSM, but I like the idea of being told what to do and having someone else in control of my pleasure."

All heads nodded, and in unison they said, “Sexy."

Bella jumped up, then ran into the kitchen. A moment later, she returned holding four straws. “The shortest straw goes first, and so on. Here, Kyra, you're up."

Kyra pulled one that could be the tallest, but at this point, it was only guessing.

Bella held the straws out for Marley. “You next, Marls."

Marley took a straw and grumbled at the small size, barely measured up to her pinky finger. Okay, she'd agreed; however, she didn't want to go first. She didn't think her friends would bail out, and she didn't plan to either, but she wanted to go somewhere in the middle. A comfortable place to be.

Sadie took her straw, measuring the size of her index finger. Then Bella raised hers. “Hold ‘em up, ladies."

Marley looked from straw to straw, then realized she'd picked the wrong damn straw. Bella was next, then Sadie, with Kyra picking the largest straw. Smiling faces looked at Marley, and she groaned. “Oh no."

"Oh yes.” Bella beamed. “You're up, buttercup.” She practically ran over to the computer desk, only to return with her laptop a moment later. “And I've got the perfect place in mind."

"What place?” Marley scooted toward her as Bella clicked away on the keyboard. “And how long have you been planning this?"

"Oh, not long, just a week or so,” Bella replied. “When I did some research on fantasies, I discovered this place in Bowleys Quarters."

On the small screen, a Web site with a castle decorating the background and big, black, bold letters on the top read, Castle Dolce Vita. “What is it?"

"A sex club."

Kyra's eyes went huge. “A what?"

"Don't get your granny panties all in a bunch.” Bella shushed her with a flip of her hand. “They have forums where you can contact people who have similar interests as you do"—she wiggled her eyebrows—"sexually."

"Ew.” Kyra groaned. “This sounds really dirty."

Bella ignored her as she usually did when Kyra protested one of her plans. “I was reading here. The rules are: all participants must sign a waiver form to insure privacy will be kept while at the castle. No cameras allowed and no videotaping permitted. All participants must provide a clear STD and AIDS test and a background check to the members they're involved with before they are allowed to engage in sexual acts. And lastly, when members are involved in club life, they're not allowed to engage sexually with anyone outside of the castle."

Bella stopped reading and glanced to Marley. “Sounds safe to me."

Marley looked to Kyra, waiting for her to disagree, but she only shrugged. “It sounds safer than if you went to a bar and slept with some random guy."

"Oh God.” Marley grumbled, dropping her head into her hands, realizing the inevitable had fallen upon her.

"Ha.” Sadie giggled. “Let's just hope you'll be saying that when you're with the guy."

The others laughed. Marley didn't. She raised her head, full of apprehension. “Do I have to go first? Can't one of you?"

Bella scowled. “Fate decided, and you've got to listen. Follow the rules, remember."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember."

Sadie squirmed closer to Bella to look at the computer screen. “So what do we do to become members of the castle?"

"The rules say it's by invitation only,” Bella replied. “We have to join the forum, write a letter from Marley describing who she is and what she wants, then wait for someone to call to discuss the possibility of an encounter."

Kyra snatched the laptop from Bella and settled it onto her lap. “Let me write the letter. We want to make you sound sexy but smart. We don't need some lunatic responding to you.” She rubbed her hands together. “Now then, let's make this good."

Stone walls didn't give the air of a warm room, nor did the cold cement on the floor, but it set the mood perfectly for the BDSM scene. Reed circled his submissive as she stood atop a wooden box in the center of the bare room.

Zoie was good and obedient. The nipple clamps pinched her areolae hard, just as Reed wanted. He tugged on one to induce a mild amount of pain, and Zoie whimpered, yet not in a way that made him hesitate—she sounded too desperate. Reed had enough confidence to know she needed more than he could give her.

Not every sub Reed played with could tolerate the pain Zoie managed. He enjoyed pushing her limits because she could take the overload. He added two weights to the chain that connected the nipple clamps. Zoie's gaze burned with desire as she hissed.

"I think I'll leave you waiting for a while.” Reed strode toward the other side of the room. He grabbed the plastic bottle off the metal tray containing the sex toys, and drank the lukewarm water as his gaze scanned the small space. The old American country estate, Castle Dolce Vita, catered not only to BDSM but to all desires.

By day he was a criminal lawyer, but on evenings and weekends, the BDSM floor had become his home since his lifestyle submissive, Samantha, left him two years ago. He'd loved; he'd lost. He wouldn't make the same mistake again.

Just as he placed the bottle back on the tray, the door to the room opened. “You were looking for me."

Reed glanced over his shoulder to find his good friend and roommate Kole drenched in sweat and running a hand through his blond hair to wipe off the perspiration. Kole punished harder than Reed. Reed used floggers and crops, among other toys, but he refused to make the sub bleed or leave bruises, while Kole delighted in granting such pleasures.

Kole took a quick glance at Zoie before he looked back to Reed with curiosity in his eyes. “What did you want?"

Reed understood his friend's inquisitiveness—it wasn't often he called Kole into a scene. “She's outgrown me, and I think you'd be better suited to her."

"Sounds interesting.” Kole all but purred. “Tell me about her."

"She's got a high tolerance for pain, and I can tell she needs, craves more, but you know it's not my thing."

"But it's mine.” Kole grinned.

Reed held no jealousy, mainly because he'd never had the connection with Zoie to warrant it. If he needed to put his submissive with another dom to satisfy her, he would. No questions asked.

"Well, well. Let's go have a look, shall we.” Kole stepped over to Zoie. Her breathing hitched when he ran his hand over her hip. He gave her ass a light slap, and Zoie squealed.

Reed settled near her, expected her to focus on him. When she didn't, he issued a demand. “Zoie, look at me.” He grasped her jaw and squeezed firmly. “Tonight was our last night together."

She shook her head. He tightened his grip, putting a stop to her disobedience. “Kole will take you on. You're safe with him. I would not give you to just anyone."

Zoie's gaze flickered over to Kole, and excitement lit her eyes. Reed squeezed her jaw again, drawing her attention back to him. “You've been a good girl, and I've enjoyed my time with you. I offer you Kole as a reward for how much you've pleased me.” He kissed her cheek. “Be a good girl for Kole too."

"I will, Sir,” Zoie responded.

Reed stepped away just as Kole slapped Zoie's ass with another light hit. Her eyes closed, and she moaned. The reaction from her confirmed Reed had done the right thing. He grinned at Kole, and Kole smiled back.

He turned on his heels and proceeded to leave the room. As he opened the door, he heard Zoie's screams echo against the stone walls. Kole laughed. “I'm going to enjoy you, sweet Zoie."

The door closed behind Reed, and silence fell around him as he made his way toward the restaurant. He was satisfied he'd done right by Zoie. However, a thought stayed in his mind: what now, and more importantly...who?

He passed through the dining room in the castle, entered the restaurant, and emptiness greeted him. At this late hour, the only other person here was the barkeep. He took a seat on the stool in front of the black marble countertop where the laptop was located, and the bartender handed him his usual choice of beverage, a cold beer.

Reed took a long swig before he clicked the mouse on the laptop to venture into the BDSM forum. He scrolled down the messages and was not surprised at what he found. Woman looking for dom. Slave ready and willing.

Minutes drew on as he read through them, one by one, and nothing jumped out as an interest. Frustrated, he raised his beer to his mouth again, and as the liquid filled his throat, his gaze landed on something that spiked his curiosity.

The seduction pact! Indulge my fantasy!

He placed his beer back on the bar and clicked on the message. First he saw the words but didn't pay the note any attention because the picture of the woman captured him and stirred his cock.

Her green eyes stood out against the dark, wavy curls of hair surrounding her face. He glanced over to her stats. Five-eight. His cock grew heavier. Reed stood at six-one. He was always looking down on women at an uncomfortable angle. If this woman had heels on, she'd be close to eye level with him, and the thought aroused him.

He scrolled back up to her message to see what the sexy woman had to say.

One woman needing a dom to fulfill her desires of BDSM. Limits unknown but will try new things to discover herself and satisfy the man who controls her.

Reed's heart pounded. He wanted to be the one to introduce her to BDSM. His reaction surprised him.

He clicked the claimed button at the top of the screen to indicate she had been contacted by a dom and was now off limits. Then he reached into his pocket to grab his cell phone, and after he entered the last number, he placed the phone to his ear.

It rang twice, and then a string of curse words followed by shuffling filled his ear. Reed had expected to receive voice mail. He had not anticipated someone would answer at this late hour. “Hello?

More rustling sounded before a trembling voice answered, “Hello."

In the background, Reed could hear a couple of women giggling, and he wondered if he had the right telephone number. “I'm looking to speak with Marley Adams. Is she around?"

"Um...er...” The woman cleared her throat. “This is her."

"I'm Reed Matheson. I've seen your profile on the castle's forum and am interested in arranging a night with you."

He was met with silence and pulled the receiver away to look at the screen, curious if she had hung up, but the lit screen indicated she hadn't. He returned the phone to his ear. “Are you still there?"

"Yes."

Reed waited a good thirty seconds before he concluded something was amiss and wondered if maybe this was a joke. “I'm not in the mood to be trifled with. I'd recommend the next time you ladies want to play a game, you choose another method to do it. Good night."

"No, don't go."

The desperation in her voice stopped him. Clearly something else was going on here. If this wasn't women being drunk and playing around, what could be Marley's hesitation? Then it dawned on him. “Is the problem because you're not alone?"

"Yes."

Another round of hushed giggles sounded. “Right. Then I take it you don't want to discuss this with your friends there?"

"Exactly.” Marley sighed.

That sigh of hers sent a rush of blood straight to his cock. Her voice held a wonderful sensual tone that appealed to him and confirmed he had made the right decision to contact her.

His reaction intrigued him. When had he been so interested in a submissive? Not since his ex-girlfriend and that knowledge sent a ping of pain to his heart, which he flatly ignored.

He wanted to be the one to guide Marley. Something about her made his stomach clench, and the thought of not having her maddened him.

Now understanding that she'd paused because she craved privacy, Reed took another approach. He scrolled back up to Marley's information, clicked on her e-mail address to open a new message, and attached his profile. “We'll keep this short then. I've sent my details to the e-mail address you've provided on the forum. Have a look, and we'll go from there."

He heard shuffling again, some whispered arguing, before Marley gasped. “Oh...um...you're..."

Reed chuckled. He didn't mind that his looks left her speechless. Hell, hers had done the same to him. “Do you approve?"

"He's gorgeous,” a woman said, not Marley.

The sound of a slap followed by Marley's grumble informed him she'd just issued someone a punishment for speaking so loud. “I'm interested,” was all she said.

That was enough for him. “Read through the castle's rules and follow them accordingly. It'll take you around twelve days to get all the documentation you require, so let's meet two weeks from tonight. Come to the restaurant at the Castle Dolce Vita at seven p.m. When you arrive, you will ask for and always address me as Master Reed. Understood?"

"Mm hmm."

Her response made him tighten his jaw. “You will answer me with words, not sounds."

"Okay...sorry. I'll be there."

He would rid her of that behavior. He preferred that his submissives to speak forthrightly and for their responses to be clear. “Very well. I look forward to seeing you then."

A long pause followed before Marley whispered, “Me too."

Reed waited for her to hang up first, and as her friends in the background laughed, he heard Marley exhale, long and deep. Nervous? Excited?

He could only be pleased he'd gotten to her first. Many Castle Dolce Vita doms would want her, but he'd snagged her. His throbbing cock reminded him he'd gotten lucky tonight.

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Chapter Two

Marley—or rather her friends—decided on her attire. She wore skintight jeans, a low-cut black silk halter top, and knee-high black leather boots with four-inch heels. She'd been dressed in everything from skirts to all leather to a bikini top with jeans. But this outfit made her most comfortable. Still sexy, yet casual.

They had all agreed the pact hadn't been made in a drunken state. But Marley still held reservations. Not that the idea didn't appeal to her; it did, especially after the short conversation with Reed. The man had a voice that traveled like liquid heat through her body, and she couldn't deny the tingles that erupted between her thighs at the idea of meeting him, but she was still nervous, really nervous.

Marley had obtained her police check and clear test results. Now the time had come to meet Reed.

After half an hour of palm-sweating, gripping-the-steering-wheel hell, the castle in Bowleys Quarters came into view. The photos online hadn't done the building justice. The castle was stunning, surrounded by evergreens all dusted with snow. She pulled into the parking lot to the right, which was stuffed full of cars, then put the car in park and sat for a while.

You made a promise. Finally realizing that if she stayed any longer, she'd drive away, she undid her seat belt, grabbed her purse—documents included—from the passenger seat, and exited the car. Her heels clicked against the stone path that had been cleared of snow. A thin walkway of sorts led to a big wooden door. She tried to open the door handle, but it didn't budge, so she knocked twice. A small peephole opened, and a blue eye stared back at her.

"Name?” the man behind the eyeball asked.

"Ah...” What have I gotten myself into? “I'm here to see Master Reed.” The term felt awkward: she never thought she'd call anyone Master. “My name is Marley Adams."

The door jiggled, then opened. “You've been authorized to enter.” The man wore black plants with a matching T-shirt that had Castle Dolce Vita written in bold white letters across his chest. All muscles—all business.

The outside of the building was castlelike in appearance, but the inside was the exact opposite. She stood in a large foyer. The ceiling soared thirty feet high above her. Wooden balconies wrapped the foyer, showing off four different floors, all lined with doors leading to who knew where.

The bouncer led her to the back of the castle, gestured for her to enter the restaurant area, then returned to his post at the front door. Marley stepped into the room to find a typical restaurant, simple in design. Rich cream fabric lay over tables with intimate place settings. Candles were spread out around the space, giving a relaxing glow to the atmosphere.

"May I help you find your table?” a soft voice asked.

Marley glanced over her shoulder to see a small woman, twenty-two or so, standing next to her with a beaming smile. “Has Master Reed arrived?"

"Oh yes, he's here and waiting for you. Please follow me."

The server strode by Marley, and she forced her feet to work. She'd never been bold, brave, and she'd certainly never done anything like this before. She passed by the row of tables and noticed the customers were dressed in everything from business attire to sexy clothing, which did include leather outfits. Some couples were talking, some eating, and some staring adoringly at each other.

The server rounded a corner, and Marley spotted Reed sitting at a table against the back wall. He spun a bottle of beer in his hand, not looking at Marley, but when her heel scuffed against the floor because she stumbled and bumped into the waitress, he glanced up. His deep blue eyes swept across her body, which caused heat to rise and spiral straight to her center. Her breath quickened, but as Reed stood, her lungs froze. Broad shoulders led to a wide chest, and with his inviting lips and stylish dirty blond hair, he charmed her.

Then the sexy man spoke. “Marley.” His voice rumbled—it was somewhere between a gravelly tone and a deep growl, one that made her tingle between her thighs.

She managed to find her voice. “Master Reed.” He grinned and nodded. He pulled out her chair and gestured for her to join him. Marley sat, unable to take her gaze off him. The way his mouth turned up so slightly when he smiled didn't make him look soft, but made him appear more confident.

"Would you like to order now, or do you need a few minutes?” a woman asked.

Marley glanced to the gal beside her, surprised the hostess had left and the waitress had taken her place. She'd been so caught up in Reed all she could do was laugh. “No food for me, thanks. A glass of wine will do just fine."

"No alcohol,” Reed said. “I prefer you not to have any in your system before I take you into a scene."

"Oh, um...a glass of water then."

The waitress glanced at Reed. He shook his head, and the server left to fetch Marley's drink. Reed looked at Marley then, his gaze intent and focused on hers, yet he said nothing.

Was he waiting for her to say something? If so, what was she supposed to say?

Reed's intent was purposeful. He needed to see Marley unraveled. Her reactions to his silence would show him what kind of woman she truly was.

"I'm not sure why you're not saying anything, but I want to go through with this, you know."

He hid his smile. “I suspect you do want to continue with our night, since you're still here.” He'd seen a flash of the strong woman within her, and he planned to draw that part of her out.

She raised her head, and uncertainty filled her expression. “Why then are we just sitting here not saying anything?"

"I demand my subs start the conversation, especially with you since you appear to have some hesitation in that regard. You apparently have nothing to say."

Her green eyes lit up as she laughed, her dark hair fell over her shoulder to trail along her breast, and her lips captured his gaze—it all stirred his cock. “Okay, well then, you should have said you wanted me to go first, because I have a few questions."

Yes, he could clearly see she did. Her inquisitive eyes screamed a thousand questions at him. “You may ask anything you'd like."

Marley sighed, and her gaze lifted to the ceiling as she clearly processed her thoughts. She glanced back to him with a serious expression. “Well, I suppose my first question is, you're not married or dating anyone, right?"

Reed found her question sweet, and it showed him her morals, ones he approved of. “No, I'm not involved, but you should know penetration play normally does not happen in the scenes I create—if that is a concern of yours."

"Oh, I thought we'd be..."

His response obviously disappointed her, and he took note of the little pout that formed on her mouth. He'd rectify her disapproval. “But that's not to say you won't orgasm."

"Oh.” Marley's cheeks burned red. She glanced down to her hands, fiddled with her fingers before she looked up and the blush vanished. “So do you live a normal life?"

"What's normal?"

"You know, everyday job and such.” She exhaled deeply. “I guess what I mean is, are you the dom persona outside of the castle?"

"Yes, I have a typical life outside of the castle walls, but my personality isn't different. I am who you see now. The scene created for you is more about you than me, anyway. I'm merely there to bring pleasures into your life you've never experienced."

She nodded, appearing content with his response. “I suspected as much from what I've read about BDSM."

It'd been so long since a woman intrigued him enough to ask questions outside of the usual ones to discover her limits and safe word, but he couldn't stop himself now. “You've never dabbled in the lifestyle?"

Marley shrugged. “I've never had anyone to do it with."

"Tell me then, why have you searched this out now?"

"My friends and I made a pact. We're each going to fulfill our ultimate fantasies, things we'd never do before but something we've always dreamed of doing."

Now he understood the telephone call two weeks ago, and who the others were. He leaned forward in interest. Her answer was a first for him. He'd heard many reasons that drew a woman to this lifestyle, but the thought that he'd be her fantasy aroused him, and he needed to hear her reasoning behind her choices. “Why did you agree to such a pact?” He ran his finger along her inner wrist and felt her quiver.

"Be-be-because.” She steadied herself, then spoke in an even tone. “I'm a teacher, always disciplining and being in control. The idea of being on the other end intrigues me—I want to be the one to obey. The idea of adding pleasure into the mix makes me hot."

All things he'd give her, and it pleased him she spoke so frankly. Her skin beneath his finger felt inviting, only causing him to wonder where he'd find other soft skin on her body. “Are you willing then to give yourself over to me completely, trust me enough to take you to a place you've never been, and fulfill your fantasy?"

"Yes,” she whispered. “I've come here to do that."

Resolved to do right by her, he drew his hand away. He wasn't surprised to hear her gasp at the loss of contact. He left her heated gaze and nodded to the server. She hurried to their table with documents in her hands.

Reed took the papers and pen and waited for her to leave before he spoke next. “We need to get the details handled before we arrange anything between us.” Marley stared at the papers wide-eyed. Reed chuckled. “Having a change of heart?"

"No. It's just seems so serious, but I guess the rules are in place for a reason.” She reached into her purse. “Here's my background check and test results."

He took the papers from her, scanned them—both were fine—and then he responded to her earlier remark. “There are things to go over before I take you into a scene, and rules the castle has set in place that must be followed.” He waited for Marley to respond, but she only nodded, which he did not find acceptable. “As I told you last night on the telephone, I prefer to be answered with words."

"Oh, sorry...er...I'm okay with what you've said so far."

The woman who spoke forthrightly appealed to him much more than the nervous, shy one she hid behind. “You need to sign the consent.” He handed her the waiver. “Read over it, and you'll see the rules of privacy. What happens here, stays here."

Marley read over the paper, then peeked up at him through heavy lashes. “The privacy bit I like."

"Most do.” Reed laughed.

"Not you, though?"

"I am who I am, Marley. I've made no attempt to hide what I enjoy sexually, but of course I do not speak freely of the lifestyle in my day-to-day life. If I were confronted, I would not deny I am a dom.” Time to show her the challenge she made couldn't hold up. “Would you deny you have an interest in the lifestyle?"

She stared at him for a moment, blinked, then signed the waiver. “What's next?"

He'd let her cop out for now, but the defensive technique wouldn't last long once he got her in the scene. “We need to discuss your limits. What you'll do and what you won't do.” He arched his eyebrow. “Have you thought about your limits?"

"Of course, a thousand times,” she said it, and immediately her mouth formed an O, indicating she hadn't meant to be so bold.

He could hardly wait to free her of this behavior. From being around her so far, he imagined discussing what she would do might make her feel uncomfortable, so he took another approach. “Tell me what you won't do."

"Menage, anything anal, and no clamps."

None of her answers surprised him, nor did the fact that she had a hard time holding eye contact with him, looking everywhere but at his gaze. “Flogging?"

"I-I...” She inhaled sharply and lifted her chin. “I wouldn't mind flogging as long as it doesn't leave me bleeding."

Not in his limits either, but he'd definitely add color to her skin and enjoy every damn minute of it. “How do you feel about being bound, gagged?"

"Bound, yes. Gagged no."

"So vaginal play only?"

Reed thought he'd seen her blush before, but he hadn't seen anything yet compared to the color her skin could turn; her cheeks burned crimson. “I—we—you...” She chuckled nervously before she straightened her shoulders. “Yes, only that."

He wrote down her list of limits. “Look over what you've told me; if you agree, sign your name at the bottom and put your address on the top for legal purposes. As I stated, your information will not be shared or seen by anyone other than myself and the legal department here at the castle."

"It feels as if I'm signing my life away,” Marley said.

Reed stood, approached the side of her table, and tucked his finger under her chin to bring her gaze to his. “No, you're signing to discover the life you've missed out on.” He brushed his lips across hers merely as an introduction.

Marley leaned in to take more of his mouth, and here she'd get her first lesson. He backed away from her and tightened his hand on her jaw. “You don't take. I will give you what you need, always. Staying in line and being disciplined will bring you pleasure. Be sure to remember that tonight.” She stared doe-eyed at him. “I need to bring the documents to the office. Go back to the doorman, and he will locate Raven for you. She'll help you prepare for the scene."

Reed stroked her jaw lightly. Marley sighed as her eyelids fluttered. He dropped his hand and then headed for the door. He'd been given a treat tonight, and damn would he savor her.

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Chapter Three

Marley watched Reed walk away from the table; she was slightly confused as to what to do next. He'd said something to her, but being the fool she was, she didn't hear a word. She'd been too focused on his soft lips. Was she to follow him?

Instead of sitting there looking as ridiculous as she felt, she hurried to find him. In the main foyer, Marley scanned the room, but Reed was nowhere in sight. The only other person was the doorman, who approached her.

"You have to wait here,” he said as he walked by her and headed toward a door to the left of the restaurant.

Butterflies flew in Marley's stomach, but she clamped down on them; she couldn't lose her nerve now. As she exhaled to smooth her anxiety, the bouncer returned, and with him was a woman dressed in a sexy leopard-spotted minidress.

He strode past Marley and resumed his place at the door, while the woman waved her toward the staircase. Who was she? Marley hadn't expected to be introduced to a woman and couldn't quite figure out what her involvement was here.

She pushed her reservations aside and followed the woman up the large staircase to the left. She trotted up the stairs, then approached a door with the words DRAGON'S LAIR written in bold gold letters on the mahogany wood.

"My name is Raven. Master Reed has requested that I prepare you."

"Um...er...nice to meet you.” Marley was glad she remembered her manners, but she needed some answers. “Not to be rude or anything, but what exactly are you helping me prepare for?” She thought it was all simple—drop her clothes and wait for Reed.

Raven stepped through the door, motioned for Marley to enter, and when she did, closed it behind her. “I've lived the lifestyle for some time now. Since you've never been in a scene before, I can help you get ready for your master. He's left orders of how he wants you presented, and trust me, you won't be able to do it alone."

"Oh.” Marley's surprise wasn't only from what Raven said, but also in regard to the view before her. A black wooden box was in the center of the room, the castle walls were bare, and candles gave off a dim light.

A series of racy images formed in Marley's mind as she fantasized about what Reed planned for her tonight. Heat burned between her thighs, and wetness formed there.

"Master Reed has picked your attire for the evening,” Raven said as she walked toward an open door at the back of the room. “But first you need to shower."

Marley gave her head a little shake, trying to snap herself out of the scenes playing in her mind, and she followed Raven into the other room, clearly a bathroom.

Raven approached a bench against the wall and sat down. “You only have fifteen minutes to be ready for him. I'd suggest you not make him wait—he won't be happy."

Right, the last thing Marley needed to do was piss him off. She understood enough of the rules of BDSM to know if she defied him, she'd be punished. The thought sent a tickle through her body, causing her already swollen clit to throb—what if she wanted him to punish her?

Marley left Raven behind and moved around the corner to enter the shower area.

"Put the shower cap on,” Raven called out. “Master Reed doesn't want your hair wet—he wants you to wear it down."

"Okay.” So many thoughts kept her mind busy as she hurried through her shower. What did Reed plan for her to wear? What did he intend to do to her? Her excitement made her rush to find out.

Marley grabbed a towel from a hook and dried off, then returned to Raven in the change room to find her holding clothing. Leather. Marley's heart raced. Oh yes, her fantasies included leather clothing, and the knowledge that she'd wear it for Reed only increased her already overdriven arousal.

"Now so you know, this is a job for me.” Raven smiled. “Just like a nurse or a doctor. I have seen hundreds of pussies, and yours is no different. So you don't have to be shy or worried. To me your goodies mean nothing, just a day at work."

"Do you say the same line to everyone?” Marley laughed.

"Yes.” Raven shrugged and laughed with her before her expression firmed up. “Now drop the towel, and I'll help you into this."

"What's this, exactly?"

Raven held up a corset in one hand and gripped a long piece of ribbon in the other. “Reed picked the corset for you tonight.” Raven gestured toward the towel. “Drop it."

Marley let the towel pool at her feet. She wanted—no, needed—to feel the cool leather against her skin. She'd never considered herself a sex kitten, yet wearing a leather corset demanded she be seen as such, and she had never been so eager to get into a piece of clothing before.

Raven put the ribbon over her shoulder and placed the front of the corset against Marley's chest. “Hold it in place, please."

Marley held the front tight while Raven began to tie the corset together with the ribbon. She glanced down at the black leather against her pale skin. The material seemed like a cool body pressed against her, and it felt perfectly right, undeniably sexy.

Within ten minutes, the corset sat snug against Marley, creating cleavage she didn't know possible with her small breasts. Raven wandered back over to the bench and held up a garter belt—leather, of course. She placed it around Marley's hips, settling it into place, then fastened it. Next Raven handed her thigh-high stockings and helped her attach them to the garters.

Raven gave her a once-over and smiled. “Master Reed will be happy. You look beautiful.” She took Marley's hand and pulled her toward a mirror. “Take a look for yourself."

Marley gasped. She'd seen images like this before, but on models, never on her body. She did a spin to examine the new her and spotted two round steel loops attached to the sides of the fabric.

Before she had a chance to figure out the purpose of the loops, Raven handed her sleek black heels. “The finishing touches."

Marley put them on and stabilized herself to get used to the steep angle. In no time, she found her balance. So many emotions rushed through her, but she surprised herself by not feeling nerves ping-ponging in her body—more so, her pussy throbbed with excitement. “Okay, I'm ready."

Raven nodded, left the bathroom, and Marley followed. At the center of the room, Raven pointed to the ground. “Master Reed wants you here."

Marley looked to the spot she gestured to before glancing back at Raven to clarify. “Standing there?"

She shook her head. “Master Reed prefers a submissive to kneel when she's presented to him. Here, I'll help you get the position right.” Once Marley knelt, Raven used her feet to nudge at Marley's knees. “You want to display yourself for your master. Show off your body to him. You want to entice him so he rewards you."

Marley scooted out her thighs until the air swept along her pussy, indicating she now held herself wide open. The position amplified her arousal. Waiting. Wanton. Being shown off like this, totally exposed, did more for her arousal than any amount of foreplay she'd ever had before.

Raven took a step back, her gaze drifting between Marley's thighs before she nodded, then glanced back up to Marley. “Yes, that's good.” She grabbed Marley's shoulders and pulled to arch her back. “Bring your arms behind you, hold on to your hands, and push out your chest."

Marley complied.

"Now lift your head. You've got a beautiful long neck—show it off to him."

Again Marley listened. Not a comfortable position, yet she assumed Raven knew what Reed wanted. Besides, a sense of calm washed over her while she knelt and waited. All her nerves, the butterflies whipping about, settled.

Raven fiddled with her hair, getting the waves perfectly displayed, before she gave Marley a final look. “Yes, that'll do.” She walked to the door, opened it, then glanced over her shoulder. “Oh and, Marley, don't look at him until he directs you otherwise, and always end your responses with ‘Sir.’ This is his space now, and I suggest you don't forget that fact."

Easier said than done!

The restaurant had been busy when Reed entered and only seemed to fill up more as time went by. He drank the glass of water to replenish his fluids before he met with Marley. From the moment he sat on the stool, he felt impatient, and as the minutes drew on, it only intensified and he found himself fidgeting.

"Marley is ready for you, Master Reed."

Reed spun around to see Raven grinning from ear to ear. “What's with the look?"

"If I didn't know you better, I'd say you appear anxious."

Reed snorted. “But you do know me well.” Raven had always been the woman to prepare Reed's subs, and over the years, they'd formed a solid friendship.

Her eyes sparkled as she laughed. “Right. Well, you better get going unless you're making her wait on purpose."

Reed drank the rest of his water and then approached Raven. He rested his hand on her shoulder. “Like I said, you do know me well.” He wanted to test Marley. Would she hold her position?

He couldn't deny it excited him to see if this would be a natural role for her to fall into, or if it would take some teaching on his part. Either way he would enjoy discovering his answer.

"Enjoy yourself tonight,” Raven said.

"I imagine I will.” He patted her shoulder. “Thank you for preparing her."

Raven winked. “It's my pleasure."

Reed left Raven behind and made his way toward the dungeon. He ventured up the stairs and noticed the tray of toys he'd requested waiting for him at the door. After a quick look to ensure the items were all there, he took the folded black sheet off the side and covered the tray. He grabbed the door handle and entered the room.

The image Marley presented sent blood rushing straight to his cock. She also hadn't looked to him in curiosity, just as he'd instructed Raven to tell her.

Impressive.

Reed strode farther into the room, pushed the cart, and placed it against the wall. He approached her then and stopped in front of her. She never looked up, never wavered in her position, even though he could see her tremble. “You may stand."

Marley stood in an awkward way, which didn't surprise him since she was new to BDSM. He knew he couldn't fault her, as a smooth transition needed to be learned. Besides, he had been too busy staring at her to really care. The corset had been a perfect choice, and Reed held back his groan. The woman could leave him flustered if he hadn't possessed the control he did.

"You may look at me, and if I ask you a question, you are to answer."

She looked to him, and the burn in her gaze indicated that nerves played no part there. Clearly the trembling of her body had been due to her arousal. He suspected her pussy would be slick with need, which only made his cock harder.

Reed glanced along the length of her body, admiring her. The corset stopped just at her hips, where the garter belt sat lower and stretched over her tight ass, leaving her creamy skin exposed in the places he planned to pay attention to later. He circled behind her and gazed upon those fabulous long legs of hers. Then he trailed his finger along her thigh. “Your legs are sexy, and they please me very much.” She murmured a thank-you, sounding more breathy than anything else.

Yes, she had been perfectly presented to him as he requested, and she stunned him. He instructed most of his subs to alter their appearance to his liking. He demanded some grow their hair longer since short hair did nothing for him, stop tanning since he enjoyed creamy, untouched skin, and wax their pussy instead of shave because it left a smoother feel, but Marley did all these things. Already she had done everything right without even knowing it.

Her mouth was slightly parted as if she couldn't pass enough air through her nose. Reed knelt and nudged her thighs open. Her pussy was bare except for the thin line pointing the way to her clit, just how he liked it. “You've got a pretty pussy.” He raised his hand and cupped her, then squeezed the heated skin. “Always keep it like this."

Marley moaned. Reed moved his fingers back slightly and felt the wet warmth beneath his touch. Her sensitive skin was already damp, and he hadn't even shown her anything. Oh, how she teased him. “You've done very well."

"Thank you, Sir."

Reed rejoiced to hear her address him as she should, and he'd also commend Raven for how well she'd prepared Marley. “You will need to choose a word that will be your safe word. If things go out of your comfort zone, you can say this word and I will stop."

"Stop the scene completely, Sir?"

He shook his head. “I will move on to something else. This is how we will build trust. You will have a way out if you need it, but I warn you not to use it unless necessary. Believe that I know what you can manage and I would not do anything I don't think you can handle."

She paused, clearly considered her word, then grinned. “Pact, Sir. That's the word I'll use."

Reed nodded, finding her safe word sweet and appropriate. “Very well.” He pressed his palm against her clit. She moaned. “My rules are not hard to follow. Whenever you please me, I will pleasure you in return. If you don't, I will force you to earn your reward.” He circled his palm to roll her clit beneath his hand, and her eyes fluttered closed. “Ah, beautiful...” He withdrew. “You have not earned that much pleasure yet."

He left her and strode toward the cart. There he removed the linen to reveal ropes, his flogger, and a crop. He took the smaller of the two crimson ropes, which he'd picked because he knew the color would be a stunning contrast against the black leather corset, her dark hair, and her pale skin.

Marley glanced at the rope before her molten eyes returned to his.

"Hold your hands out in front of you,” Reed said.

She responded instantly.

He took one end of the rope and tied a French bowline knot. Once he had the loop completed, he slipped the rope over her wrists, then tightened the knot. He stepped in behind her, trailed his hand over her ass, and gave it a slap before he made another knot. “Bring your right arm behind your back.” She complied, and he put the rope over her other wrist. With only a small amount of rope remaining, he pulled Marley's wrists together. There he tied a square knot, stabilizing the hold.

He moved in front of her to find desire flashing in her eyes. Not a surprise. At the restaurant, she'd squirmed in her seat when he discussed the possibility of being bound, and her reaction told him she'd become aroused by the restraint. To be sure she felt safe, even if her eyes said as much, he voiced the question. “Being bound is a wonderful feeling, isn't it?"

"Yes, Sir, very much."

"I'm pleased to hear it, because you look stunning presented this way to me.” He ran his fingers over the swells of her breasts. “It accentuates you here.” He pulled back her shoulder, then grasped her hip. “You look even more beautiful when you arch your back a little. I want you to stay in this position at all times. Do not disappoint me by ruining my view."

"I won't, Sir."

Reed stepped back, content with what he saw. No flaws were present on her skin—only smooth white flesh beneath the dark leather, all inviting him to move forward with the scene.

He went over to the tray and grabbed his black leather cowhide flogger. This flogger was an appropriate choice for her—a light hit would cause some pain, but the velvety leather would provide only a minor sting.

Reed returned to stand in front of her. Marley's gaze focused on the flogger. “Ah, I see excitement raging through those beautiful eyes of yours.” He positioned himself behind her, spun the flogger in his hands, and her breath hitched. Without another word, he smacked the flogger against her thigh to test her.

She gasped.

"On a scale of one to ten, tell me the pain level you experienced."

"Four, Sir."

"Only a four. I'll have to change that, won't I?” Her sweet ass clenched. With his empty hand, he smacked her on the ass with a flat palm. The loud hit echoed in the empty room, and she screeched. “Never anticipate what I will do to you. You'll never get what you expected, and I will punish you for such anticipation."

"Sorry, Sir."

"And so you should be.” He waited for her to settle—for her muscles to loosen before he raised the flogger and hit her ass. “What's your pain level?"

"Three, Sir."

He smacked her again.

"Five, Sir."

He hit harder.

"Seven, Sir."

And harder.

"Ten, Sir,” she shouted.

Reed studied her reactions to each hit. He witnessed the subtle way her muscles relaxed at the halfway mark. Her responses told him she liked a little pain, would find pleasure from the pain, but anything harder would be too much for her.

"You've held your position and answered my questions honestly.” He moved in front of her and touched her pussy, swirled his finger in her juices before he inserted one finger, then pushed two through her damp lips. “Always stay honest, not only with me but yourself, and we'll do fine here.” He slid his fingers deeper within her, settled them against her G-spot, and then he finger fucked her senseless.

Marley screamed. Her pussy clenched against his fingers, forcing him to grab on to her hip to keep up the rhythm he'd set. Her moans sent shivers down his spine and pooled heat into his thick erection.

She surprised him, though, by maintaining eye contact. So focused. So intent. He'd give her the first climax because of her natural submission to him and for how well she'd done.

He fucked her with his fingers more forcefully, and her screams morphed together in one long, desirable explosion. The sound of her climax stilled as wetness warmed his hand and her final cry of fulfillment rang through the air.

"Very good.” Her pussy no longer contracted around his fingers, and the focus in her eyes returned. “You're responsive. I'm honored you came as hard as you did for me and so quickly.” He withdrew his fingers, cupped her face, and crushed his lips against hers in a fevered pitch. Reed could find himself lost in her mouth, yet he pulled away to remain focused on his role. “By the time I'm done with you, I want to see your thighs glistening with your arousal. You won't fail me, will you?"

"No, Sir.” She sounded breathless. “I won't."

Reed grinned. Not only was Marley undeniably beautiful, his type in every regard, but she had not fought him in the least. She'd been naturally everything he wanted in a sub. He'd forced her to come, not only to offer her a reward, but he'd wanted to see how sexually aware she was. Not all women were capable of having a G-spot release, but she'd done exactly that.

Damn, this woman aroused him, and he wanted her to experience the satisfaction of knowing she caused this reaction in him. He closed his body on hers to allow her to feel his heavy cock on her stomach, to give her that reward and show her she enthralled him. “The sight of you, the smell of you, your obedience—it all makes my cock fucking hard. You've made that happen and should be proud of yourself."

"Very proud, Sir."

It'd been some time since anyone had brought him to this level of arousal. Yes, they could cause a semierection, and eventually he'd grow hard and demand some attention, but not one had made him so hard, so fast—only Marley.

Reed approached the table again and grabbed the butterfly vibrator. He tucked the flogger under his arm and held the vibrator's straps up to show his intention. “I give my word the toy is new and has never been used on another."

"I understand, Sir."

"Raise your leg and place your foot on my knee.” Reed lowered to one knee in front of her, and as she did as he asked, he got a full view of her pussy and the wetness that formed there. He raised her foot and ran the harness up to her knee. Once finished, he repeated the move on the other leg and pulled the straps up so the vibrator was positioned over her clitoris. Then he pulled the two clips together and attached them, so no matter where she moved, the vibrator would stay in place.

Reed went back to the table and snatched up the remote control. He purposely kept the device hidden in his hand to leave Marley unaware of his plan. “Hold your position like a good girl. Understood?"

Instead of waiting for her to respond, he hit the first button on the vibrator, and Marley gasped. After stepping behind her, he took the flogger from under his arm and held the remote in the other hand. He kept the vibe at a slow speed, raised the flogger, and smacked her ass lightly. He didn't want her to lose herself in the pleasure the vibrator offered.

He continued to flog her. The leather tails left pinkish color on her skin. Marley's moans deepened, and he saw her legs tremble, yet could also see her lean back, asking for more.

More he'd give her.

Reed set the vibrator to medium speed; Marley inhaled deeply, and her position faltered. He smacked her hard with the flogger, then switched off the vibrator. She cried out, either in frustration or pain, he assumed probably a bit of both. “Did I not tell you to hold your position?"

Marley righted herself, correcting her stance—legs spread, shoulders high, and back arched.

"Good. Let's remember to hold it next time, shall we?” He rewarded her by turning the vibrator back on to medium speed. Her muscles along her ass tightened, and she groaned but held her position. Pleased, Reed put the flogger to use again and whipped her ass in a steady rhythm, harder now.

He continued at this speed for a while to allow her to be comfortable with the force of the hits. Her ass cheeks grew redder with each hit, but not nearly enough to please him. He turned the switch on the vibrator to the next speed. Marley squealed.

Reed glanced to her hands, which now were clenched tight. However, he doubted it was from pain. He wanted to make sure she was holding up emotionally. “Pain level?"

"Three, Sir."

Her answer didn't surprise him. The rise of her pleasure forced the pain away; she wasn't feeling the hits as much as she had before. It told him to go harder. He used more force, increased his speed, and as the tails hit her ass, the beautiful sound of slapping filled his ears. Her head flailed from side to side.

Here he would teach her how pain could only intensify her climax—freeing her to unknown sensations. He clicked the vibrator to full speed. Marley screamed out against the brutal buzz tormenting her clit.

He left the speed set, stepped back, and positioned himself. At her limit of pain, he delivered fast slaps against her ass with the flogger, not letting her breathe and not letting her anticipate when the next hit would come. He had no doubt she'd soon orgasm. “You will tell me if you are going to come, and if I allow you the right to, you had better come hard."

"Sir, yes, Sir,” she screeched.

Reed persisted with his movements for a few solid minutes before he saw the rise of her climax—the way her body tensed and vibrated told him she had reached her orgasm. Confirming his suspicions, Marley gasped, “Sir, I need to come, Sir."

Time for another lesson. He might have brought her to this state, but it didn't mean he'd grant her request. He pushed the switch off. “No, you're not allowed."

Marley cried out.

Desperation sounded all too sweet. He raised the flogger, came at her with a steady stream, and her yelps filled the space around him. She had the ability to pull her safe word and stop this, but he hoped she didn't. He wanted to show her how to push herself, fight against the pain, to understand that withholding her climax would make her release even stronger once she'd been granted it.

Through the hits, Marley cringed, roared out against his rough advances, yet never faltered in her stance. Pride filled him. She took each hit and breathed deep against it.

"I love this technique you're using.” Reed admired how naturally submissive she had been. Most needed to learn the skill, and Marley did it without instruction.

Reed waited for her pain to be more evident as her ass grew redder and looked sore from his hits, before he pressed the vibrator back on to full speed. In one second, Marley gasped a cry and shook all over. “Sir, may I come, Sir?"

He grinned, not at all shocked by her response. She enjoyed being hit. It seemed to fuel her arousal, and it hadn't hindered the build of her climax. He suspected the intensity of the orgasm would be unlike anything she'd experienced before. “As long as you come like I have asked, then yes, you may."

Marley inhaled sharply. Reed used all his strength to deliver one slap exceeding her limits. As expected, she roared, lost her position, and stepped forward while she shuddered.

Reed turned the vibrator off in the same second. “You broke position again.” He grabbed on to Marley's arm and forced her back into the right position. “I'm growing tired of having to remind you."

"Sorry, Sir.” She panted, arching her back as he'd told her to before, but she shook with the lingering effects of her orgasm. “I'm sorry. I don't want to upset you, Sir."

He moved around to face her, found Marley's cheeks burning red with exertion, and her lovely green eyes were black with dilated pupils. He cupped her face and squeezed tightly. “Don't do it again and you won't."

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Chapter Four

Marley had trouble gathering herself—not only had she received the most impressive orgasm of her life, but she'd had two. Reed had left her standing once he issued his demand to not fail him again as he approached the tray, and she wouldn't dare move.

No man had ever made her come like he had. She'd never felt such intensity, and she certainly never found herself wanting to beg for more. He turned back to her, staring with those captivating eyes of his that declared she didn't need to beg and he planned to give her more.

He stepped in behind her and rubbed lotion over her sore ass, repeating it on the other cheek. “I've enjoyed watching you, but I think I'll enjoy you more if you're spread wide."

The coolness of the cream eased the ache from the flogger, and his words melted over her in a similar manner to the cream, causing a burn to simmer between her legs. He removed the ropes binding her, and Reed snatched up her wrists, rubbing them a while, which eased the pressure from the restraints.

Marley sighed at his touch, not only soothing, but a thoughtful move she appreciated. As the throbbing lessened, he dropped his hands but stayed behind her. “Go and lie down on the box."

She approached the black box in the middle of the room and rubbed her wrists a little in hopes the circulation would return. She hadn't realized she'd strained against the bindings, but the dig marks along her skin proved that she did. At the box, she lay down so her shoulders rested on the edge and her head dangled over the side, while her back was supported and her feet were flat on the floor.

Reed held two longer pieces of ropes as he approached her. Marley's heartbeat kicked up a notch. “You have quite an interest in being bound, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir, very much.” She had never known she'd be so hot to be tied up, but with Reed doing it, being held here as his captive, fire burned through her blood.

"I have a fondness for seeing you bound myself.” He lowered onto one knee by her feet, took her leg, and placed her foot on his knee. With skilled precision, he wrapped her ankle with the rope, circling the twine while he looped it through a knot. Five wraps later, he pulled the rope tight against her skin.

He never hesitated or seemed unsure of himself. Every time he wound the rope, his hands trailed against her skin, and being already sensitive, it only teased her. She wanted him to look at her, needed that connection and approval, yet he never did. He seemed too focused on the ropes.

For the first time, Marley got a taste of what BDSM was really all about—the want to do right by her dom. Through all of this, past the orgasms and the pain, she felt a soul-deep need to please him. As much as she wanted him to offer her another climax, satisfy her, she hoped he got fulfillment from the experience as well.

Within no time, he had the other ankle bound, then glanced to her, and his gaze all but smoldered. She'd been on dates, had lovers before, but no one could make her flush with need by a simple look like he could, and she didn't even know him.

"Tell me, do you enjoy how the ropes feel on your ankles?"

"Yes, Sir, they feel wonderful."

He grinned. “I'm delighted to hear you say that, because you look exquisite."

"Thank you, Sir.” Every time he offered praise, she marveled in it. She'd never thought she needed the approval of a man, but his appreciation made her soar and gave her a sense of serenity.

He took the end of the rope, pulled her leg up so her knee bent, and then he slid the end into the ring on the side of her corset. Now she understood his intention and what the loops where there for: it spread her wide and left her exposed. He bound the end of the rope to her ankle with a knot, leaving her knee bent but supported by the twine.

Once he repeated the move on the other ankle, he stood and smiled. “You're giving me a stunning view, one that arouses me. Can you see what you're doing to me?” He held his cock in his pants, pulled the fabric tight so she could see the outline of his erection.

"Sir, it looks quite hard."

"Painfully hard, sweetheart.” Reed chuckled.

He stepped between her legs and touched her pussy, circling her clit a few times. The man had fingers of a god. He was so confident in the way he touched her, and his molten gaze left no doubt in her mind that he admired her.

As the pleasure began to take hold, he removed his touch, strode to the table, and grabbed something. He turned back to her, and she saw he now held a black crop. “You're going to be a good girl, use the technique you've displayed here so far, and handle the pain, understood?"

Oh God! Her imagination ran wild with thoughts of how the crop would feel against her skin. Would it be like the flogger? Or would there be more of a sting? All she knew was she wanted more and was eager for him to deliver it. “Yes, Sir."

He positioned himself between her spread legs and raised the crop to her foot. There he gave a steady smack against the arch. She gasped as the sting was, sharper than she had expected, and her eyes watered. His gaze held steady on hers; even a little smile crept up on his face. “Pain level?"

"Six, Sir."

"You've already proven you know how to handle pain, which is very good, but I'm going to teach you how to control it when it comes more intensely. Before I hit again, I want you to inhale and hold it. After the hit, exhale slowly and focus on my eyes. Do not look away from me."

"Yes, Sir."

Marley inhaled, and Reed hit the arch of her foot again, harder this time. The moment the smack echoed through the room, Marley's releasing breath followed. It surprised her that his instruction worked. Focused on his eyes, the desire and adoration she saw there made directing the pain easier, and her exhale allowed her to accept the ache.

"That's exactly right. Well done.” He hit her thigh, light smacks as he traveled his way along her leg until he reached her center. He skipped her pussy and hit the other thigh repeatedly.

Within no time, the sting evaporated, replaced by a throb to her clit, a need for more, and a desire to lose herself in Reed's control. Clearly he recognized her wants, since he brought the crop back to her center and rubbed the flap over her clitoris, sending Marley to sigh as he teased her. “Have you been a naughty girl?"

"Sir, yes, Sir.” She leaned her head back over the box, before she reminded herself he'd ordered her to keep eye contact with him.

"I should punish you for all the naughty things you've done.” His smooth voice ran across her body like a warmed bath.

"Sir, I need to be punished."

He smacked her clitoris. Marley swallowed back her scream and bit her lip instead. She tensed against the ropes and fought the pain. The sting shocked her—such a sensitive area couldn't process an ache so intense.

"You did not breathe as I instructed.” He stepped away from her, and she cried out, begging with her whines to continue. “You're being punished for disregarding my instructions."

"Sir, forgive me, Sir. I won't forget again."

His gaze narrowed, yet he stepped back in front of her. “I will forgive this once and only once, because you are new to the lifestyle. Don't do it again."

"No, Sir, I won't, Sir."

Reed circled the flat leather around her clit while he delivered light hits. Marley strained against the ropes. Her eyes stayed on his as his deep, intent gaze watched her in return.

After four hits, the technique allowed her to ignore the pain and focus more on the spike of pleasure given to her clitoris.

He ran the crop along her skin, slapping sometimes, other times just smoothing it across her flesh. “Your skin is turning an exquisite shade of red.” He grinned. “It's lovely.” He smacked her clit hard.

"I'm glad it pleases you, Sir,” Marley shouted.

"Good answer from a good submissive.” He all but purred.

Marley shuddered at the sexy sound.

"Do you believe I can make you come by using this crop?"

No, she certainly did not. So far he'd used his fingers, the vibrator, but her clit had never been that sensitive to actually orgasm from simple touch. Plus, being hit with the crop wasn't exactly what she'd consider orgasmic.

Reed tsk-tsked. “Oh, sweetheart, I see doubt in those eyes. Doubt I do not deserve.” He lowered the crop. “Have I not warranted your trust and proved to pleasure you?"

Marley filled with anger at herself. The man had proven to be beyond capable, but he wasn't the problem. “Sir, it's not you. I'm not sure I can..."

His eyebrow arched as her words drifted off, and he shook his head in frustration. “You need to say what you want.” He raised the crop and hit her pussy.

Marley gasped at the sharp pain and tried to remember his instructions.

"From now on, when I ask you a question, you will respond immediately. No more hesitation. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Sir.” Marley groaned, still feeling the effects of the hit. Reed had made it clear before that she needed to use words instead of her normal blase sound effects to answer him, but she'd had no idea how much it bothered him until now. That hit he'd given her did not arouse her—that one hurt—and anger wafted off him.

"Do not make me ask twice.” He smacked her again.

Marley hissed.

"Answer the question."

Clearly this was another side of BDSM she hadn't experienced yet. The molding of how he wanted her to act, and she could see sense in it all, but she wasn't bold, and speaking so forthrightly was as a challenge. She gulped back her hesitation and blurted out, “I won't come that way, Sir."

A challenge flashed in Reed's gaze, one that made Marley's eyes go wide. “We shall see then, won't we?” He hit her clit, repeatedly.

Marley closed her eyes, and panic filled her. This didn't feel good; it hurt. Her safe word played on her mind—should she use it to get him to stop?

"Look at me,” Reed commanded.

Marley forced her eyes to open.

"Breathe."

She wanted to listen to him, tried to focus on him alone, nothing else. Her muscles tensed in agony, but as she stared at him, she did what he'd asked her to do all along; she trusted him.

Each time he prepared to hit, she inhaled, and after, she released it. Her mind held the control here, and he gave her strength.

The pain lessened. His force still was hard, but she could manage it. “Yes, that's right; there you go,” Reed said.

The sting turned into something else entirely now. Her clit throbbed, and every smack against her produced a wild sensation that had her arching her hips, asking for more. She needed to reach the climax she could feel building in her body. “Oh, Sir. Oh, Sir, I'm going to come."

Reed's eyes shone with pride. “Take it then—claim what you're after."

She did, not only her orgasm, but his claim over her.

My dom.

Reed had created this scene to be all about Marley, her needs, her wants, even if she didn't know them herself. But he couldn't draw his thoughts away from himself while he used the crop.

Not now.

The bindings on Marley's legs left her completely open to admire, and her pussy had been taunting him. He wanted to put his cock where his fingers had been. So tight and accepting—warm and inviting.

This woman held a power over him he couldn't make sense of. His throbbing dick overtook his logical mind. He dropped the crop and took off his shirt. “You've been a good submissive, a good girl, and you deserve to be rewarded."

"Yes, Sir. Reward me, Sir.” Her voice was breathy, eyes sunk into desirable slits, and a blush formed on her cheeks.

He felt proud as he reached for the button on his pants, opened it, then slid the zipper down. For a woman never in the submissive role before, she fell into this lifestyle easily, and she enthralled him. She wasn't like any other woman he'd ever encountered.

Reed stepped out of his pants, approached the table again, and grabbed a condom—an item he kept around for safety purposes in case the need of one occurred. He hadn't fucked a sub since Samantha, and although he'd told Marley he wouldn't have sex with her, he couldn't deny his needs now.

He unwrapped the condom, slid it over his cock, and stroked himself, confirming he'd made the right choice—he needed to fuck her. Marley's eyes were wide and she panted, which indicated she enjoyed watching him jerk off, yet she raised her gaze to his as if he ordered it. “I'll never punish you for being turned on by my body. In fact, I'm pleased to see your eyes begging me to fuck you."

"Sir, I want you to fuck me."

Reed groaned and did nothing to hide his reaction to seeing such a luscious woman waiting for him. Marley exhaled deeply, a sound giving strength to his cock, a beautiful melody of arousal and apparent need.

He knelt before her, grabbed his heavy cock, then placed the tip at her entrance. Marley leaned up as much as she could in this position, grasped her thighs, and moaned. Reed slid in, and his eyes shut as he groaned. He heard Marley echo his sound. Nothing had ever felt so good.

"I'm delighted at how tight you are."

"I want my pussy to satisfy you, Sir."

He thrust into her. Marley's pussy tightened around his cock and nearly made him come. But he'd not waste the moment with her. No, he'd fuck her senseless so she'd never forget him, and he'd leave his imprint forever marked on her. “You will not hide your pleasure from me.” He thrust again. “I want you to scream out in the way I deserve."

"Yes, Sir.” The words barely sounded from her throat as her head fell back, showing off her long neck. The sight shifted Reed's arousal from blatant need to outright domination. His. He wanted to keep Marley. My sub. Tonight he'd leave a mark on her that no man could ever erase.

Her thoughts only of me.

Always of me.

He grabbed the ropes halfway between the clamps on the corset and the ones on her ankle and held the twine tight. Then he growled deep before he fucked her savagely.

Marley's screams ricocheted off the stone walls as loud smacks of skin against skin filled the air. She arched her back and gripped the box at her shoulders. Her breasts bouncing around on the top of her corset gave him a splendid view.

Heaven.

More.

Harder.

Deeper.

Reed couldn't get enough of her tight pussy, of the sight before him now. He thrust harder. Sweat gathered on his body, but he paid it no heed and continued with the powerful thrusts to satisfy his needs and hers.

His cock grew stiffer, his balls drew up, indicating impending release, yet he forced himself to wait—he needed her orgasm. He brought his palm to her clit and pushed hard. Marley roared and grabbed his biceps. She gripped his arms tight as her hands made a home in the valleys of his muscles.

He circled his palm against her clit, desperate to give her a release, while he continued to thrust in haste. Her eyes went wide, yet she hung there.

"You're going to come for me, and you're going to do it now.” He pinched her clit.

Marley screamed. Her pussy clamped on Reed's cock as she lost herself in her orgasm, and he lost himself in his.

By the time Reed regained any sense, Marley must have latched on to his head and pulled him to her chest. Her small breasts made a pillow for his cheek, and the coolness of the leather gave an ease to the flushed heat on his face.

There he stayed—recovered.

When he felt her trembling beneath him, he remembered his responsibility to handle her aftercare. He raised his head, gripped the knot on her corset, and released it so she could lower her leg. As he expected, she moaned while the blood rushed back into her limbs.

Marley still hadn't looked up at him even after he released her other leg. Her head dangled over the back of the box; her chest rose and fell in rapid movements. He stood, tore the condom off his softened cock, and deposited the latex sheath in the trash. As he turned back to Marley, he grabbed the sheet used to cover the items and approached her.

Reed made quick work of removing the bonds on her ankles and rubbed them a little to gain the circulation back. The knot he'd provided on all her bonds tonight had been the kindest of knots but didn't provide too tight of a hold unless she fought against the restraints. The red marks covering her ankles showed she'd struggled.

He lifted her to him and wrapped the sheet around her. She needed time to recover, and he'd offer himself for however long she wanted it. He sat back on his legs and cradled her to his chest. But the longer he sat, the more his thoughts started to return, and he could hardly believe what had taken place. He had fucked her.

It'd been years since anyone had driven his arousal to a place where he couldn't control it, and the last time had been with Samantha. The part that surprised him most was that he'd enjoyed every minute of it and would do it all over again.

Even now, as he held Marley, rightness settled over him, an emotion that made him pause. He felt warm, not by heated flesh, but in his heart. A feeling he had not experienced in all too long. He wanted to stay here, with her in his arms, and he never wanted to let go. What had he done?

He created limits to avoid exactly this—never becoming attached. The realization that he had opened himself up to Marley slammed fear into his soul. “I must go now.” Reed placed Marley gently onto the floor.

Her eyes fluttered open and went wide. “But—"

"I will send Raven to help you out of the corset.” He turned on his heels, and her angry, confused eyes haunted him the entire way out.

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Chapter Five

It turned out Reed had arranged for Marley to have a room at the castle to stay overnight, which she appreciated—if she had driven, she would've crashed her car. Raven had assisted her in removing the corset, shown her to her room, and also run her a hot bath.

Marley should have been so exhausted from the experience that she slept, yet she never did. She was too pissed by Reed's reaction. She could have sworn something more existed between them. Of course, maybe every submissive experienced such an attachment to their dom, and even more so if it had been their first experience.

One thing Marley knew: her fantasy might have been a passing thought before, but now she'd indulge in the lifestyle again. She'd found something in herself during the time in that room—discovered happiness that fulfilled her in ways she couldn't have imagined and gave her the excitement in her life she longed for.

But why did her happiness seem to revolve around Reed? The thought of being with anyone else caused an ache to form in her stomach and made her cringe at the suggestion of belonging to another.

She'd finally found a man who made her feel, one she held an interest in, and one who could keep her happy, but the jerk-off had up and left her. Who knew if that was normal protocol in the BDSM lifestyle, but one thing was certain, if she ever did this again, she'd put that down as a limit. Her dom needed to stay and talk to her after, because him leaving her in the way he had was cold and cruel.

The drive back to Baltimore seemed quick. Marley assumed her mind was too busy to take notice of the time. She pulled into her driveway and sighed as she turned off the ignition. She glanced up at her house, aware the woman who'd left the home less than twenty-four hours ago wasn't the one who returned.

Before she could even open her car door, all three of her friends rushed from the house and wore equally impatient looks. Not a huge surprise—Marley had known they would be waiting for her and didn't doubt whether they'd stayed up all night.

She opened the car door and stepped out, and before she could say a word, Bella demanded, “Tell us everything and hold nothing back."

Marley laughed, closing the door behind her, and approached them. “Well, I'll tell ya this, the castle is incredible."

"Really, like in what way, incredible?” Sadie asked.

"Beautiful,” Marley replied, “and busy."

"Who cares about the castle?” Bella waved the remark away with a flick of her hand. “Tell us about Reed."

"Can we go in at least? I don't think the neighbors need to hear about my X-rated evening."

Sadie grinned from ear to ear. “How X-rated?"

"Yes,” Kyra exclaimed. “Like XXX-rated?"

Marley brushed past them, dropped her handbag by the front door, then plopped onto the plush couch. “Well...” Marley glanced from face to face. These women she loved, no better friends in the world, and maybe the feeling was even stronger now. If it hadn't been for their suggestion for the pact of seduction, none of this would have happened. “He was incredible.” She sighed, sending her friends to giggle around her.

"How incredible?” Sadie asked.

How could Marley even put the experience into words? So much had happened for her, such changes in her soul that could never be erased, and all things she couldn't properly describe. “I've never met a man like him. He's so confident, sexy...and, girls, he rocked my socks off."

"Details, more details, you better tell us everything.” Bella squealed.

No one here would judge her, but some things were her secrets, and ones she didn't want to share, so she stuck to the basics. “He had me dress in a leather corset, garters—really sexy lingerie. Used ropes to tie me up—stuff like that."

"Wow.” Sadie's eyes hazed over.

"Wow's an understatement,” Marley countered. She could tell them about it all, how he flogged her, used the crop along her clit in a way to render her blind, but she knew her friends only needed to hear one thing to satisfy them. “He gave me multiple orgasms."

Kyra's eyes went huge. “He did not!"

"He did,” Marley retorted with a laugh, hardly able to believe it herself. “Trust me, I never would have thought it possible, but the man is gifted."

"Clearly.” Kyra smiled.

"So did you sleep with him?” Bella asked.

The oddest sensation washed over Marley, which caused her to pause. It seemed too private, something special between Reed and her, and not something her friends needed to know. “No."

Kyra's eyes narrowed. “If you didn't get down and dirty with him, how did he get you off so many times?"

"With his hands and a vibrator.” Marley told part truths. Sadie's mouth formed an O, and Marley laughed. “Insane, I know, but totally true."

"Will you do it again?” Bella asked. “You know, with Reed?"

"Yes, I'll do it again, but I doubt it'll happen with Reed."

Sadie frowned. “It sounds like you enjoyed yourself; didn't he? Why wouldn't he want to see you again? You're beautiful and a wonderful woman. What's wrong with him?"

Marley raised her hand to cut off Sadie's rambling. Whenever Sadie got confused, her motormouth came with it. “We never talked about getting together again because he kinda just up and left."

"Right after?” Bella demanded.

"What an asshole,” Kyra said.

Of course her friends would be protective, they always were, and Marley understood their reaction. She was pissed too. But she didn't want them to put Reed in a bad light. No matter how he'd treated her after, the time they spent together had been incredible. “It's not what you all think. He never came in there with intentions of winning me over. We arranged this, remember? He actually seems sweet beneath his tough exterior. He even cuddled with me for a bit after; I didn't once feel like I'd been used or anything."

"Oh...” Kyra's furrowed brow softened. “Well, that's good, I guess."

Marley nodded. “I had the best time of my life with him. Really...” She looked to each of her friends. “I wouldn't change a second of it, and I'm so glad we made this pact."

"If you say so. I still think the man is an ignorant ass.” The anger in Bella's eyes hadn't lessened, but she sighed and the tension eased along her face. “So that's it then. You've done your fantasy. Was it worth it?"

With Marley's fantasy done and over, Bella would be next, and clearly she needed the reassurance to dive in like Marley had. “Last night opened a new world for me, and I'm not about to give it up. I'm so experiencing that again."

"But not with Reed?” Bella asked.

Marley hated the thought of it being true, no matter how angry she was at him. “No, not with Reed.” The sadness wafted off her tone. “Never again with Reed."

Reed hadn't slept, hadn't done anything but drive around for hours until he found himself back at home in the early morning. He powered up the computer, then pulled up Marley's profile in the forum and stared at her picture. Why couldn't he get her off his mind?

"Already on the prowl, are you?"

He'd been so focused on the screen he hadn't realized Kole had woken up and joined him in the living room. He spun the chair he sat in to face Kole. He wasn't about to tell Kole how foolish he was acting over a woman; his friend would goad him for it. Instead he stuck to the other thoughts in his mind. “How did the night go with Zoie?"

"Spectacular.” Kole grinned. “Her tolerance levels are quite high. I suppose I should thank you for giving her over to me. She's going to provide me with some enjoyment, I'll tell you that much."

Reed inclined his head in response and wasn't at all surprised to hear Zoie shocked him by her pain levels; it had the same effect on Reed. Still, Zoie had been a special woman, and he needed to ensure Kole treated her right. “How hard did you push her?"

Kole plopped down on the couch beside the computer. “Not too far. Tested her limits is all. Tonight we've got another scene planned, and I'll push her a little more.” He gestured toward the computer with a curious gaze. “Who is that?"

"A submissive I was with last night."

Kole leaned forward, examined Marley's picture, then whistled. “Just your type of woman—sweet and sexy. You think she's a keeper?"

Reed knew Kole would also understand the need to find one's own submissive. Even Kole, after all these years, hadn't found a submissive to claim as his. “We both know finding forever is highly unlikely."

Kole eyes went huge before he arched an eyebrow. “If I didn't know you better, I might think you were sulking."

Reed scowled. “I'm not sulking. More pissed at myself. I up and left her last night immediately after the scene."

"You didn't offer her aftercare?” Kole asked, a bite in each word.

The reprimand was justified—what he'd done was reprehensible. “I have no idea what fucking happened. We shared an amazing scene together; the woman is a born submissive, but then I panicked and ran like a damn coward."

Kole paused before he gave Reed a measured look. “Is she worth your pride?"

Marley had awakened a part of him that he'd thought long dead. She made him break the walls around his heart, and she left an impression on him he couldn't forget. “She is worth so much more.” The entirety of the situation smacked into his thick head, past the pain of his damaged heart, because Marley was worth the risk. “I have to go to her and apologize."

Kole looked at him as if he were a complete idiot. “I would say that you do."

Reed deserved the harsh expression and, in fact, agreed with Kole. He had been a fool. After a short good-bye, he strode out of the house, got into his truck, and entered the GPS coordinates of the address he remembered from Marley's waiver. Baltimore streets flew by Reed's window while he drove at least twenty miles over the speed limit.

Half an hour had passed before he pulled up outside the red brick, two-story house. He cut the ignition and waited. His damned fears had caused him to run away, and he felt ashamed for how he'd treated Marley. He needed to apologize to her, and he wouldn't call to issue an apology over the telephone; he had to rectify what he'd done face-to-face. More than anything, he needed to explain himself to her.

Reed got out of his truck, closed the door behind him, and approached the house. It was around ten in the morning, and typical traffic filled the area—families out for walks with their dogs, people off to enjoy a sunny winter Sunday morning with their children.

Family.

The idea had never appealed to Reed—he'd not once thought himself capable of being a family man who would settle down enough to have such dreams. Now everything had changed—Marley had changed it all for him, and for the first time in so long, he had hope.

At the front door, he inhaled deep to prepare himself and hoped his thoughts came out clear and concise. He knocked, and footsteps barreled to the door before it opened to a pretty woman. Typical bleach-blonde bombshell, not his type and certainly not Marley. For a moment, Reed wondered if he had the wrong house. “Does Marley live here?"

The woman's eyes became suspicious as a protective note rose in their depths. “And you would be?"

"Reed.” Those suspicious eyes flashed with total shock, and her lips parted to speak, yet nothing came out but a squeak. He stood for a few seconds, unsure of her reaction, but soon realized she needed a little help to move on. “Is she available?"

"Well...er...” The woman opened the door wider, and it gave Reed a view of the living room where Marley sat on the couch with two other women, all staring blank-faced at him.

Understanding hit him—these were Marley's best friends, the ones she'd spoken of when they first met. Clearly she had told them of the events last night, and his arrival floored them. He chuckled, unable to hold his amusement back. “May I come in?"

"O-o-h.” The woman looked back to Marley. “Can he come in?"

In nearly the same move as her friend, Marley's mouth parted but nothing came out; her only response was a quick nod. Then she gave her head a shake and said in an even tone, “Yes, he can."

Reed kept his stare on hers and was pleased she had remembered his rules to use her voice. He stepped into the house, removed his shoes, then went over to the lone recliner resting next to Marley on the couch. He watched the women. No one blinked, yet no one said a word—amusement at its best. “Well, since you all seem to have lost the ability to speak, I'll go first. My name is Reed Matheson. I'm guessing you're Marley's best friends."

Each head nodded. Before Marley cleared her throat, the sweetest blush rose on her cheeks. “This is Bella, Kyra, and Sadie.” She pointed to each woman at introduction.

"It's my pleasure to meet you,” Reed replied. “If it wasn't for your pact of seduction, as you all called it, I'd never have met Marley."

Again silence filtered in around him, and their mouths dropped open. A good few minutes passed, and Reed had no clue what to say. In truth, he didn't want to share his feelings with a bunch of women; it'd be hard enough to tell Marley his deepest thoughts. So here he sat.

Blessedly after a few drawn-out moments, Kyra jumped to her feet. She yanked on Bella's arm and grabbed Sadie's hand. “Come on, girls, let's give Marley and Reed some alone time."

Bella struggled away, approached Reed, and glared. “You have some explaining to do.” She poked his chest. “You don't get to leave her like you did last night, regardless of how good it was, then just show up here like some hero. Marley might be okay with what happened, but I'm not."

Reed glanced at her finger jabbing his chest before he looked back to her. He could count the number of times a woman had treated him as Bella did now on one finger. It took guts, and her tenacity amused him. “As much as I appreciate that you're loyal to Marley—and respect that you are looking out for her—I believe that is a conversation I need to have with her, not you."

Bella's eyes narrowed as she continued to poke his chest. “If I hear that you have done anything to not make her blissfully happy, I will hunt you down and make you regret the day you contacted her. Do I make myself clear?"

Her lips parted to issue another round of demands, but Reed interjected before she could. “I hear your warning.” He removed her finger from his chest and then squeezed her wrist. “But I would recommend if you decide to follow Marley's actions and choose to fulfill a BDSM fantasy, lose the attitude before you go, or you'll have a mighty sore ass when you leave."

"I'm glad you heard me.” The stern set of Bella's face vanished, her eyes went wide, and a blush rose to her cheeks. “Wait. What?"

"You're going.” Marley gave her a shove toward the other women. “Right now."

Reed had never seen women move so fast; Sadie and Kyra practically ran from the room, and Bella stumbled as she followed. He focused on Marley, who had taken her seat again and still stared at him. Too many emotions ran across her face to pinpoint where her thoughts lay. He steadied himself to do something he'd never done before, dug down into his heart, and embraced his emotions. “I've come to apologize."

Marley blinked, the confusion clearing from her eyes, replaced by irritation. “Damn right you should."

Her curt tone stung, but he deserved her anger and would see to appease her. “I shouldn't have left you like I did, and I'm here to ask for your forgiveness."

"Ahh...” Her expression turned mystified. “Well...” She lifted her chin, clearly trying to hide the fact that his apology surprised her. “It's good you realize how much of a jerk you were."

"I do, and I'm more sorry than I can say. My duty as your dom is to handle your aftercare when a scene is over. It should've been me, not Raven, to make sure you were all right with what happened between us and to ensure you were settled. I left you at a vulnerable time and will forever regret my choice to fail you."

Marley laughed, showing her anger had lessened, which pleased him. “The word fail doesn't belong in what happened last night."

Either she wasn't as angry as she first put off, or she was too happy to see him to stay mad. Whatever it was, it pleased him, and the sound of her amusement sent a wave of warmth right to his heart. “You enjoyed the experience, then?"

"Immensely.” She held his gaze in a way she never would have done when they first met. “Nothing happened I would change. I've never experienced anything so intense in my life. Well, except for the way you left."

He knelt in front of her and took her hands. “I didn't sleep last night contemplating what happened."

Reed joined her on the couch, rested his hand on her thigh, and squeezed, aware of her breath whooshing from her lungs. The reaction didn't shock him—his presence would unravel her. Now submissive, her mind would be drawn back to the events between them. Memories, he imagined, of what she had experienced. It pleased him to see her react so intensely, because he had the same feelings too. “There is something about you—something I want to lose myself in.” He caressed her cheek with his thumb. “After we completed the scene and I held you, I didn't want to let go."

"You didn't?"

"No, I didn't.” He'd never told anyone this. “You're the first woman I've had sex with since my relationship with my lifestyle submissive, the woman I loved, ended two years ago."

"You haven't been with anyone in that long?"

He chuckled at the surprise in her eyes—she had no idea what she did to him—and he inclined his head. “You, Marley, make me want to break my rules. I know enough to declare it now, or I'll forever regret it. I'm not a man who loves easily.” He gave her a stern look. “My heart has been broken once, and since then I've never wanted to be attached, nor have I ever met a submissive I wanted to call my own—to control more out of a need for myself than a duty to the sub. Do you understand the difference?"

Happiness shone in her expression, and she smiled. “I do, but—"

He raised his hand to stop her next words of why and how. Of course, he expected her to doubt him. Hell, he'd doubted himself for the last eight hours, but in the end, she remained on his mind. “We don't have to rush into anything—all I'm asking for is a chance and some time to get to know each other outside of the lifestyle."

"You want to get to know me?"

"I do.” Reed wanted to know all of her—every little piece that made up Marley. A spark had been lit, one he didn't understand and one he'd never experienced before—he refused to waste it.

The confusion showing in her gaze indicated her inability to accept what he said as true. “Are you saying you want to date me?"

"That's the idea.” Date, love, dominate—he wanted it all.

"And what about in the lifestyle?” Excitement lit her beautiful eyes, and her cheeks flushed.

Reed squeezed his hand tighter around her face in a show of domination. “Last night you gave yourself to me and I accepted you. It would be my honor to show you more of what the submissive role could bring to your life."

"So you want to be my dom too?"

Reed shook his head. So much she needed to learn, but he was more than happy to teach her. “It's not a matter of want. I already am.” He gathered her in his arms. “Where is your bedroom?"

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Chapter Six

Marley tried to get a grip on all this but failed. When Reed showed up on her doorstop, she'd tried to stay angry with him, but in truth she was blissfully happy he'd come. This all seemed like a big dream—one she waited to wake up from. Yet as he proceeded into her bedroom, kicked the door closed behind him, and set her down, she hoped if she was dreaming, it'd last forever.

The gentle man she'd seen minutes ago had vanished, replaced by the dominant one she'd witnessed last night. “Undress yourself."

Marley removed her clothing without hesitation, eager to please him, and waited for further instruction.

The silence drew on until finally Reed broke the awkward moment by arching his eyebrow. “I would hope I do not need to remind you of protocol."

Marley dropped to her knees, comprehending his statement. His gaze said it all; he now controlled the moment, and she understood what he meant about the difference between in a scene and out of one. A moment ago, he'd shown no signs of dominance, but here Reed was her dom. Not to be questioned, and by God, she relished his control.

She laced hands behind her back, stared at his knees, and remained that way even when he turned toward her dresser. He took something off the top, but she never saw what he had.

He strode back to her and stopped when his feet touched her knees. “Look at me.” She glanced up to find he had wrapped her hemp belt around both hands.

Reed smiled. “I love how your eyes burn like they are now. It was my intention to arouse you by using this on that sweet ass of yours, yet you've pleased me by already getting there. Stand before me."

Marley did as he asked, instantly met by soft fabric against her breasts as he ran the belt over her taut nipples. Reed placed his hand around her nape to draw her close while he pressed his lips against hers. Marley sighed, parting her mouth to allow his tongue entry. His hand tightened to deepen the kiss to a point Marley had never experienced before. More than a statement to bring forth arousal—meant more to steal her thoughts and stop time.

He backed away, nibbled along her jaw, and treated her skin in the splendid embrace of his mouth. The swagger he possessed and the physical attraction she held for him set her aflame, but the confidence in which he kissed, as if he knew all her hidden places that made her tingle, was what sent her arousal to a level she could hardly control.

After a firm bite on her neck causing Marley to gasp, Reed reached down to her hand, placed the belt through the loop to create a handcuff of sorts, and pulled it tight.

"You have a fondness for being bound, and I plan to play on that desire.” His voice dropped an octave. “But for now I'm limited since we're at your home.” He pulled on the belt tied around her wrist and led her to the wrought-iron bed. “Though being limited doesn't mean I can't be creative."

"I want you to be creative—downright sinfully imaginative, Sir."

Reed shifted Marley into the center of the bed. He raised her arms above her head and looped the belt through the bars on the headboard. “I realize we're not alone in the house and I imagine you'll want to be modest, but if you won't scream your pleasure for me—I insist you had better find another way to show me your appreciation."

"Yes, Sir.” The way Reed touched her so gently was such a contrast to the desire in his eyes. She squeezed her thighs together tight in response to ease the throb that reached her clit.

After tying the remaining belt around her other wrist, Reed stood. His gaze traveled like scorching heat along her body, and she squirmed under his scrutiny.

"It's a beautiful thing how much restraints appeal to you.” Reed took a seat next to her, ran his hand up her leg until he nudged for her to part her thighs. He lightly touched her pussy, clearly pleased by her aroused state; his eyelids lowered and he groaned.

"You're going to earn your pleasure this morning. Last night was a taste of what I can offer you as your dom, but since I don't have toys here to make you earn your reward, you will appease me with your mouth."

Heat pooled in Marley's pussy—the pulse along her clit turned to a deep throb. “I want to suck your cock, Sir.” She pulled against the restraints, more in excitement than a way to free herself, and suspected her expression begged him to come closer.

Reed rid himself of his clothing, and his naked form delighted her as it had last night. Spectacular muscles all rendered her speechless, his heavy cock awaited her, and she intended to give him some relief, but how?

He leaned forward to place his hand on the headboard, lifted one knee on the bed to bring his cock to her mouth. To taste a man such as Reed, to offer him the same sort of pleasures he'd given her—she could hardly wait to devour him.

"You may have five minutes to pleasure me as you see fit.” His voice was a near growl as it dipped lower. “Then I'm going to fuck your mouth and take you as I need."

Marley parted her lips to invite him in. Reed angled his hips, closed the distance between them, and when the tip of his cock passed through Marley's lips to sit on her tongue, she sighed. He tasted sweet and smelled musky.

She closed her lips around the hardened flesh and gave a few steady sucks. Reed's hips thrust forward, pushing more of his thick, hard cock into her mouth. She didn't mind; she wanted to take all of him.

The position, though, began to frustrate her—she wanted to suck him, good and hard. She swirled her head, tickled his shaft with her tongue in hopes it satisfied him. His answering moan declared he enjoyed it, and the wicked glint in his eye, the tension in his jaw gave her the sense she did right by him.

After a deep suction, she lowered down slightly to keep only the tip of his cock in her mouth. She brought her cheeks in around him and bobbed her head. Reed moaned and leaned his head back.

He returned his gaze to hers, and the man before her now held a look she'd only fantasized about. More than possessive, even more than his need to come—this was primal.

"Enough,” he ordered.

Marley gingerly moved away, rested her head on the pillow as Reed climbed onto the bed and straddled her. He grabbed on to the headboard, brought his knees up next to her armpits, and raised himself, bearing most of his weight on his hands.

"Tilt your head to open your throat.” He placed his cock on her lips. “You will take me as deep into your throat as you can."

Marley's mouth stretched to accommodate his girth, but after a few slow thrusts, her lips relaxed, her tongue settled in a good position as her throat opened.

"Fuck, you're good at that,” Reed said.

The position wasn't exactly comfortable, but she paid it no attention. His moans and the look of pleasure shining on his face sent shivers all through her. She also understood enough of BDSM to know that to give him the pleasure he sought meant she'd get it back tenfold. Besides, the position was so erotic it made her feel naughty in the best of ways.

His thrusts picked up the pace, and she noted that even though he told her to accept him in deep, he was being careful not touch the back of her throat. Trust. Yes, he'd push her to a point where it'd test her, open new doors for her, but he knew how much she could take and wouldn't go past it.

Each thrust was fast. He rocked his hips as he did exactly what he said he'd do—fuck her mouth, and splendidly so.

Reed's stomach tightened as his testicles drew up. Marley was talented with her mouth, and the way her lips felt as he slid in and out was enough to make him explode. Not something he wanted to do. He slowed his thrusts, then stepped back, and Marley made an unhappy noise.

He chuckled. “I have no qualm about fucking you this way until I come, but I want to feel your tight pussy clamp around my cock before I do.” He could sense that her submissive nature didn't appreciate him stopping her. To not let her finish him would leave her feeling as though she hadn't fulfilled him.

Reed removed the belt from one of her wrists. “Turn over.” Marley responded without hesitation. “Angle your hips up and show me that delicious ass."

She did as he asked and presented herself perfectly.

Not only did he get a marvelous view of her ass and thighs that he found sexy as hell, but she'd spread her legs wide enough to reveal her pussy.

He adjusted her hand on the headboard to make it more comfortable before he tied up the other again. As expected, Marley sighed, and her body relaxed—all telling him how much she enjoyed this. In time he'd increase the bonds on her, and suspected soon he'd be able to hog-tie her, leaving her completely restrained. The thought sent a thrill through him, but he needed to proceed slowly to reach that level of trust.

Once settled, he moved in behind her, positioned himself between her thighs, then buried his face in her ass. He licked his way along her damp flesh not only to taste her, but to awaken her desperation for him.

Reed traveled along her anus, down her folds until he found her nub. There he tickled the sensitive skin and teased it until she pushed back against him—squirmed as she attempted to find relief. When her moans became harsh pants, he applied a deep, firm lick back up until he reached her ass cheek, where he gave her a little bite. Marley cried out—not in pain, but in longing.

Reed straightened up, reached down to his pants, took out a condom, and applied it. He pushed on Marley's hips to lower her; then he straddled her thighs. He placed his cock at her entrance, waited only a moment before he pushed inside of her. His eyes rolled back into his head as the wet warmth of her surrounded him.

He gripped her hips and began thrusting, but pulled on her body at the same time to fuck him back. The sensation stiffened his cock further. Marley was a remarkable sight—her beautiful body made his restraint falter. Maybe now that he cared for her, he was overwhelmed with emotions, which continued to make his normal flawless control melt away into desirable needs.

He realized the urgency of his impending release, and not only did he increase his thrusts but deepened them. He placed his hand under her pelvis and lifted, angling her so his cock would rub against her G-spot. Marley's pussy went into convulsions around him. Her screams now were neither hidden nor controlled.

He suspected Marley could find another release in no time, but he knew enough of her now to know she'd not come as hard as he wanted her to. She loved the flogger, which told him she loved the sensation of pain intertwined with pleasure. It forced sensations to overload her, and that is exactly what he wanted. This he didn't need a toy for.

"You have the sexiest ass I've ever seen.” He did not hide how he marveled over her in his tone. “Yet it needs color, I would say.” He slapped her ass. Marley squeaked, which might at first have been a response but turned into a sound of shock thereafter.

Reed glanced down—his handprint marked her ass—and he grinned. Using both hands, he squeezed her cheeks firmly. Marley gasped but thrust back against him. She held nothing back, and she screamed out her pleasure for all to hear, only making him fuck her harder.

Every hit he delivered, he followed up by a hard thrust, not giving her a minute to breathe, overwhelming her with sensations. His efforts paid off. Her pussy tightened around his cock, which made him moan and nearly go cross-eyed with pleasure.

Still it wasn't enough for him—he wanted to witness Marley lose herself completely. He reached forward and pulled on her hair. Marley's back arched, and she didn't fight the move as the position gave him a better view of her face. As much as he would've loved to continue to deliver her with the hits that were making her ass a beautiful shade of red, his pleasure took hold, and he needed to finish them both off.

He kept her neck angled back, placed his palm between her shoulder blades to pin her and to give him leverage. Here was his prize. Marley softened beneath him; she didn't struggle in the least but found comfort in the inability to move.

A born submissive.

With her docile body beneath him, Reed gathered his strength and fucked her without mercy. Marley's shouts of pleasure urged him on and, with the added weight he applied on her back, made her breathing sound harsh, but it was bliss to his ears. Not only could he hear the sound of her climax building, but he could feel her pussy constricting his cock.

He groaned as the sensation made him cross-eyed. His balls drew up indicating he wouldn't last much longer. He'd not come now. He wanted to finish an entirely different way but needed her to return from her climax before he satisfied himself. As much as this was about her pleasing him—his thoughts remained of her as well.

He bit the side of his cheek to distract himself as Marley erupted into her orgasm.

Hold.

The moment her pussy released his straining cock, he pulled out, tore the condom off, then positioned himself near her face. “Open your mouth.” Marley's eyes turned wicked as she shifted her head to the side to give him access and parted her lips. Reed placed his cock back into her mouth and pumped, hard and fast. He'd seen before that she wanted this, craved to be given the reward of his cum, and Reed wanted to offer it—a way to make his submissive feel proud.

As he continued to thrust into the wet space of her mouth, he grabbed on to her face, held her still while he fucked her mouth as hard as he had her pussy. In mere seconds, his balls tightened, body trembled, and with a deep groan, he gave Marley what she desperately sought.

She moaned as she drank his cum, so relaxed under his touch, regardless of how rough he'd been with her.

As the final shot of cum spilled from Reed's cock, he glanced into Marley's eyes and was surprised by what he saw. He pulled out as she swallowed, and he realized the gift had been bestowed upon him—if she experienced this level of gratefulness and honor, he could hardly wait to see where she'd be as a submissive six months from now. Luckily for him, she'd granted him the right to ride the journey with her.

Reed removed the belt from her wrists, flipped her over, then joined her on the bed while he massaged her wrists with his thumbs to help the circulation flow to where deep indentations were.

Marley appeared slightly dazed, studying him, while Reed recovered, feeling a bit hazy himself. After a long pause, she finally said, “You're too good to be true, you know. I've wanted a man like you for so long—fantasized over it. I wished for you, but these were my secret wishes; how can I believe this is real?"

Reed dropped her wrists, laced his hand in her long hair, forced her gaze to remain trained on his. “You're wrong. They're not only your dreams, because I wished for you too.” And now that he had her, he'd never let go. He took her lips in a declaration that she belonged to him. She'd bow to him forever, and he'd carve her a path of seduction, holding her heart in his hand like she deserved.

THE END

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Stacey Kennedy

Stacey Kennedy's urban fantasy/paranormal and erotic romance series have hit Amazon Kindle and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller lists. If she isn't plugging away at her next novel or tending to her two little ones, she's got her nose deep in a good book. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband. Be sure to drop her a line at www.staceykennedy.com; she loves to chat with her readers.

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