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  “I’m the one asking questions. Was it as good as the one you had in my office?”

  Alessa didn’t know which disconcerted her the most, the way the warm burn on her folds extended deep inside her, or his astute observation of her orgasm two days ago. With her arousal spiking with every second, she refused to risk his irritation or another punishment by balking at answering. “No, not even close. But he was nice.”

  “You don’t need to defend your response, or him. You also don’t need, or want nice, and he should’ve caught that halfway through your scene. Now, at Chains, I could tell even from across the room you didn’t climax. Why?” Sean trailed his fingers over her seam, teasing her with small dips inside as he bent forward and drew one nipple into his mouth. Pulling up with a hard suction, he released the throbbing tip with a plop, his face just inches from hers as he said, “I don’t like to be kept waiting for an answer to a question.”

  “You’re the one distracting me, Master Sean,” she whispered in frustration.

  This time, he delved inside her pussy and pinched her clit. She jerked with the sudden pain and would’ve lost her balance if he hadn’t gripped her thigh to steady her. “Giving up control isn’t as easy as you thought, is it?”

  “Honestly, I never thought it would be easy.” But she had to admit, she’d never had a man focus on her with such single-minded intent before, or anyone else for that matter, and it gave her a heady feeling she’d never experienced before. “That Dom turned me off in several ways, starting with not even taking the time to ask my name.”

  “Then you should have said the safeword and sent him packing.” The growl in his low voice sent a flash of warm pleasure through her. “I’d punish you for that infraction also, but I think just allowing him to fuck you was punishment enough for you.”

  Alessa hadn’t looked at it like that, but maybe she should have. Then Sean shifted away from her and pulled yet another item from the bag, this one sending prickles of excitement up and down her body. She’d never used a dual vibrator before, in fact, she’d never indulged in anal play at all, but as she watched him lube the shorter phallus, she knew she was about to.

  “Your look tells me this might be something new for you,” he said, continuing to use the same calm, patient tone that helped to settle her misgivings.

  Her trussed-up position made casual conversation difficult, and the longer he looked at her with those probing eyes and spoke to her in that deep, commanding voice, the more she longed from him. His astuteness continued to catch her off-guard, and while she may have had sex with several men who were little more than strangers in the past, her experiences were limited to basic positions without the frills of toys.

  “No, I’ve never used one of those before,” Alessa admitted without elaborating.

  Using his knee, Sean pushed her thighs further apart, his gaze on hers as he leaned forward and nipped at one turgid nipple, the sharp pain eliciting a fresh gush of dampness from her gaping slit. “Ever indulged in anal stimulation at all?”

  She shook her head, the soft brush of her hair sliding over her bare shoulders a pleasant sensation compared to the hard swat blistering the tender skin of her slick folds that wrenched another startled cry from her. “Verbal responses, unless I’ve instructed you not to speak. Got it?”

  “Yes… Sir,” she tacked on when he raised his hand again. How could he expect her to remember those little details when the burn from that slap filled her vagina and left her nipples aching to feel the tug of his mouth again? “And no, anal is something I’ve never considered allowing.”

  “Then it’s a good thing in our relationship you don’t get to allow, I get to do as I please. And it pleases me very much to introduce you to something new. You will come for me every time I say.”

  “I will?” The inherent command set her insides to quivering with a molten flow of heat even as she questioned how she could possibly climax when ordered to.

  “You will.” His confident reply accompanied the probe of the double phallus between her legs, the lubed, shorter dildo slipping past her tight sphincter with almost as much ease as the larger one slid through her slit.

  Alessa held her breath as Master Sean worked the toy into her orifices one slow inch at a time. The burn of the tight, unaccustomed fit in her rectum gave way slowly to sparks of surprising pleasure she’d never imagined could come from that usually taboo part of the anatomy. When both objects were embedded up to the base, she exhaled with a sigh and shifted her hips to adjust to the new sense of fullness.

  “Do you like the feel of double penetration?” Sean asked, pulling the dildos out two inches before thrusting them back in with a harder, deeper push that ignited a firestorm of pleasure.

  “I… think so. It’s different,” she finished on a gasp with another pump in and out of the foreign objects.

  “I’m proud of you, sweetheart. You did better this evening than I thought you would, answering my question. I want you to come for me now.” He pressed his mouth to hers in a hard, too brief kiss before moving down to her breasts.

  Sensation after sensation bombarded Alessa’s body as he drew on her nipples with tight suctions while pummeling her pussy and ass with the silicone cocks. She arched her hips toward his thrusting hand, her soft mewls erupting into high-pitched cries when the thick intrusions started vibrating against the sensitive tissues lining the walls of both holes. She arched her torso back even further, straining toward the release he commanded of her.

  But it wasn’t until Master Sean looked up, his damp lips hovering right above one red, puckered nipple, and uttered one word in a guttural tone. “Now.”

  The sparks exploded into fireworks rippling up and down her clenching pussy and ass, the tight convulsions doing nothing to slow down the deep, forceful plunges of the dual phallus. The sound of her slurping, copious juices welcoming the ramming intrusions mingled with her heavy pants and his low murmurs of approval. Alessa’s trussed up efforts caused a sheen of perspiration to break out on her body, but the goosebumps remained as she splintered apart with an exultant cry.

  SEAN COULDN’T RECALL another woman who looked as beautiful when in the throes of an orgasm as Alessa. Her red-streaked hair dampened on the ends, her body bowed and jerked in the restraints, glistening with a moist sheen as she rode the dildos with unabashed pleasure. “Again,” he commanded when her gyrations slowed and she shook with the dwindling tremors of her release.

  He worked the double phallus inside her, upped the vibrations by twisting the small knob on the base again, and pressed the larger one harder against her swollen, reddened clit with each return thrust. The black corset emphasized the paleness of her skin, especially the fleshy mounds of her quivering breasts and her soft thighs above the gartered stockings. As sexy as she looked, he couldn’t wait to strip her bare the next time, to enjoy access to her whole cushiony body.

  “Oh, God, please,” she pled, her breathless voice zeroing straight down to his balls. How long had it been since he’d reveled in hearing a woman beg?

  “Please what?” he prodded with another plunge that brought her up higher on her knees.

  “I don’t think… aaah!” Sean cut off her denial with a painful bite of one nipple then smiled when she pressed her crotch down on the invading objects and came apart again.

  “That’s it, Alessa. Don’t think, just feel. One more.” She didn’t argue this time, just took everything he dished out, riding his pumping hand for all its worth, the abundant cream coating the vibrating toy smelling as enticing as it looked.

  Tossing the toy aside, he unhooked her hands from her ankles and removed the binding sleeve. Using both hands, he rubbed her arms, getting the circulation going faster when she winced as she brought her arms forward. “Breathe, it’ll pass.”

  “Oh, God, that feels so good,” she moaned, leaning against him.

  “The arm rubs or the orgasms?” Sean enjoyed teasing her.

  Alessa’s laugh vibrated against his chest. “B
oth.” It took only thirty seconds for her to stiffen against him, as he’d known she would once her mind cleared. Scooting back without looking at him, she didn’t let her flushed state, heaving chest and trembling thighs stop her from sliding off the bed. “I need to wash up.”

  Sean stood and nodded toward the bathroom, not willing to push anymore right now. She’d given a lot tonight, how much was just beginning to dawn on her, and she would need time to assimilate what that meant and how far she wanted to continue taking this.

  “Take your time, then I’ll walk you down.” Surprise sent her eyes skittering back to face him for one brief second. He caught the flash of uncertainty on her face before she turned away and knew she took his refusal to fuck her tonight as a personal slur. “Alessa.” Sean waited until she composed herself enough to face him. “We’re taking this one step at a time, one slow step at a time.”

  Relief shone in her topaz eyes before she shuttered them again. As she padded into the bathroom, he watched the tension ease from her shoulders, thinking it would help if she’d open up to at least Krista about their new relationship. Having someone she could talk to about their scenes, someone who understood the dynamics of giving up control from her side of things, would help settle her mind when the pleasure diminished, and the self-doubts cropped back up while she was away from him. Alessa wouldn’t do so willingly, which meant another lesson in ceding to his will would be necessary before they split tonight.

  Going into the sitting room, he picked up the discarded dress and stood waiting to help her back into it when she emerged from the bathroom. “I can do this,” she grumbled in irritation when he held the sides open for her to slip her arms into.

  His frown caused her to stumble back a step, but he caught her wrist and yanked her over his arm to deliver five rapid, skin-reddening slaps. “This is what you’ll get every time you give me attitude.” Tears hovered in her eyes when he lifted her. Confident he’d got his message across, he allowed her to reach behind and rub the offending marks. He’d made sure the swats were hard enough to add to the lingering pain of the paddle. “Now, shall we try this again?” He held up the open dress.

  “I only meant I’m not a child,” she pouted.

  “Then don’t act like one.” Starting at the hem, Sean slowly buttoned up the front of the dress, his knuckles dragging over her silk covered thighs then her bare flesh when he got to the garter. “There, done,” he announced after buttoning the last one at the low-scooped neckline. Taking Alessa’s hand, he led her to the door with instructions for later. “Sometime this week, you will talk to Krista about us. You need that connection when you’re away from me, at least until you feel comfortable enough to pick up the phone and call me when uncertainties get you down.” Out in the hall, he punched the elevator button then turned to look at her, not surprised to see her eyes flashing with an instant rebuke. Placing one finger across her trembling lips, he warned in a low voice, “I wouldn’t, if I were you. You agreed to this, said this is the lifestyle you wanted to explore. You’ll ask Krista to call me after you’ve talked to her. What you say can stay between the two of you, I just want to know you’ve done as I’ve instructed.”

  “Just Krista?”

  Sean shrugged and guided her into the elevator when the doors pinged open. “That can be up to you. You know enough about the other girls, and their lives with Zach, Jackson and Miles, to know whether you want to include them or not. But, for what I have in mind next weekend on the yacht, Dax and Krista need to know. Besides, you trust her, and him.”

  She stayed quiet all the way out to her car. He opened the door then leaned in after she settled behind the wheel. “Can you get home okay by yourself?”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  “Thank you, what?”

  “Thank you, Master Sean.”

  “Good girl. I’ll call you.”

  ALESSA DROVE AWAY DOUBTING HIM. Every time a man said he’d call, he never meant it, at least, that had been her experience. The warm fuzzy his simple praise generated slowly dissipated as she drove home. She shifted on the seat, uncomfortable sitting on her tender butt, but all that did was emphasize the soreness even more. Her nipples puckered, and she looked down at her chest in disbelief. “Really?” Shaking her head over the confusion clouding her mind, she wondered if she would obey that last order or end this now.

  When just contemplating stopping what they’d begun turned her palms clammy and caused her lower abdomen to coil into a tight knot, she knew she would talk to Krista soon. And when she did, it would be a given she’d tell Dax, which Sean had known. Master Sean had been right. Giving up complete control was hard to do, a whole lot more difficult than submitting those first times in the two clubs. She’d convinced herself that was just about sex, the same as any other sexual encounter she’d indulged in over the years, only kinky. That wouldn’t work with what Sean had shown her in the short time since he’d agreed to her request. The small commands to do his bidding that had nothing to do with the scene on the bed were difficult to obey, but when she had, the sense of being cared for made up for the humiliation of giving up her independence.

  She still wasn’t sure she could handle this in a full-time, committed relationship; only time would tell that. But she was positive she wasn’t ready to toss in the towel. The powerful orgasms were an extra bonus, and she wasn’t ready to give those up either. Maybe next week, he would add to her pleasure by fucking her. She had a long week ahead, fantasizing about that body crushing hers, his hips pumping inside her as forcefully as he’d pummeled her pussy with the dildo.

  Alessa pulled into the drive, cut the engine and fished her phone out of her purse. With her head still ringing with Sean’s last order and her body still pulsating from the climaxes he’d wrought, she wanted to send Krista a text that would ensure she didn’t change her mind come morning. I just spent two hours with Sean Bates in a hotel room. More tomorrow. There was no way Krista would let that go when they met for yoga in the morning. She fell into bed twenty minutes later, a pair of silver eyes popping up right before she drifted into sleep.

  CHAPTER 8

  A lessa awoke later than usual Sunday morning and to an achy body. Rolling out of bed, she downed a cup of coffee before stumbling into the shower. The tender twinges softened into a pleasant soreness under the hot pelting spray, one that would have made her feel well-used if it weren’t for the fact Master Sean had fucked her with an object instead of his body. Despite the buildup of heat, a delicate shiver rippled down her body when she imagined how she’d feel the morning after being taken by him with as much forceful rigor as he’d applied the dildo between her legs.

  Nothing in her past experiences had prepared her for the full impact of a man’s dominant control. In college, the guys were too young and full of themselves to leave a lasting impression or put much effort into the sex beyond getting themselves off. The older, more stabilized men she’d indulged in a few affairs and one-nighters with after the long, extended dry spell following graduation had been more attentive, but the lovemaking had still fallen flat, especially when compared to last night. Not even the two scenes at the clubs could come close to rivaling what Master Sean had put her through.

  Drying off, Alessa recalled the demands he’d made of her that went beyond the sex and admitted she wasn’t sure how she felt today about the whole giving up complete control idea. On the one hand, she’d relished the sense of someone caring enough to insist she ate and talked to someone other than him about this new relationship. But on the other, she’d worked hard to put herself through nursing school, get a good job and settle in her own place. She took pride in gaining those accomplishments all on her own. If it weren’t for the constant ache for something more, a connection she’d never earned, she would enjoy her independence more.

  With a mental shake, she set aside the ongoing, plaguing questions, determined to see this through with Sean. How it ended, what it might help her find that would complete her life, remained to be seen.
In the meantime, she’d gain as much as possible from his ‘lessons’.

  Her phone rang and she rooted it out of her purse, surprised to see Sean’s name. When he’d said he would call, she hadn’t expected to hear from him the very next day. “Hello?” she answered with a nervous hitch, fearing he wanted to end their relationship already.

  “Good morning, sweetheart. I’m just checking to see if you’re okay today.”

  The hint of concern lacing his smooth, deep voice carried through the line, erasing her worry and replacing it with a sense of warm relief. “I’m good, thank you.”

  “Alessa.”

  She shook her head, smiling at the stern rebuke. “Okay, I’m a little sore, but nothing too bad. Is that good enough for you?”

  “Good enough. Be careful coming home from work. I’ll call later this week with plans for next weekend.”

  Alessa hung up and tried not to read too much into his call. Just because no one had ever shown such concern over her welfare before, especially none of the men who’d seen her naked, Sean’s consideration didn’t mean anything. She didn’t know him well but had learned since making that first appointment that he took his job as a psychologist as seriously as it seemed he took his role as Master Sean.

  As Alessa’d known she would, Krista barged in her front door an hour later, demanding details. “Our Sean? I knew he’d be good for you!” Tossing her small gym bag on the wicker sofa, she strode into the kitchen where Alessa stood behind the counter and gave her a big hug before saying, “The heck with exercising. If you have some of that raspberry tea I love, we’re going outside to talk. I want details, girlfriend. When did this come about and why didn’t you say something beforehand? How long have I been trying to get you to come out of your shell and join us?”

  Grinning, Alessa held up a hand. “Slow down. Yes, there’s tea in the fridge. I’ll pour two glasses while you grab the cookies I made yesterday.”