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  I lift my hand and bring it down.

  “Ouch!” She yelps, wiggling.

  “I barely touched you, princess.”

  “I’m sore from earlier.”

  “How about you take your spanking like a good girl?” I tell her. “And then we’ll have some fun?”

  “Okay,” she whispers, and I spank her again. This time, I hit a little bit harder, a little bit sharper, but she doesn’t wiggle, doesn’t move. I spank her again, and again. I move my swats around so I’m not hitting her in the same spot the entire time. I want to warm her up for more playing, for lovemaking. I don’t want her to be too sore to enjoy sex.

  Besides, the goal of this spanking isn’t to punish Christina.

  It’s to excite her.

  It’s to get her so wet she can barely think straight.

  It’s to get her so turned on she can’t do anything but beg me to fuck her.

  “How are you doing?” I ask her, rubbing her bottom.

  “It hurts,” she whines.

  “You seem to be enjoying yourself,” I slide a finger inside of her again, then another. She grips me tightly as I slide my fingers in and out of her body.

  “Oh my dragons,” she groans. “Fuck, Sir, oh…”

  Her sounds are music to my ears. The little noises she makes are incredible, wonderful, fabulous.

  I want her to make more noises.

  I want her to come.

  I want her to cry out my name and then I want her to come over, and over, and over.

  I move my fingers faster, harder, deeper. Soon Christina is wiggling on my lap. I hold her in place as I play with her body, as I bring her to the edge of orgasm, and then she cries out as she comes.

  She explodes.

  She has the most beautiful, most intense orgasm, and then she melts against my lap, exhausted.

  “Zack,” she whispers. “That was…wow.”

  “That was only orgasm number one, princess. We’re just getting started.”

  Chapter 13

  Christina

  When I play at Anchored, I usually have an orgasm and my partner usually has one, but two? Three? More?

  That never happens.

  Not for me.

  Not for Christina.

  I’m not clueless. I know the other players at Anchored called me the Damsel. I know they think I’m a lost cause. I know they think I can’t be saved, but somehow, when I’m in Zack’s arms, I kind of think everything is going to be just fine.

  I kind of think this is how a BDSM relationship should feel.

  I kind of think this is something I could get used to.

  By the time he’s done spanking me, my ass is sore and my body feels like putty. My orgasm was intense: much more intense than any I’ve had at Anchored, and certainly much more intense than any I’ve given myself.

  Zack helps me lay in the center of the bed, and then he just looks at me like I’m beautiful, like I’m gorgeous, like he can’t take his eyes away for a second. He stands up and strips out of his clothes slowly. I watch eagerly, ready to see what my prize is going to be.

  “You have tattoos,” I say. It’s a stupid thing to say, but I’m surprised. Somehow, I thought Mr. Attorney would be clean-cut in every way.

  “So do you,” he says, nodding at my thigh. A purple butterfly rests there: a reminder to myself that I can do anything, a reminder that I can be strong.

  “I like them.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re really sexy,” I whisper. “You look really hot.”

  He chuckles, and I know he feels confident. I know he realizes exactly how fucking sexy he is, and that’s good. It’s good to feel confident. It’s good to feel amazing about yourself. It’s good to know what you’re worth.

  Zack drops his shirt on a chair and his pants and socks follow. Soon he’s standing next to the bed wearing only boxers.

  “Are you going to take them off?”

  “Would you like to do the honors?”

  I’m not turning down an offer like that. I wiggle off the bed and drop to my knees in front of him. I look up at Zack and he pets my hair softly. It’s a mess by now, I’m sure, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s hard, and I can’t wait to see his dick. I want to touch it, play with it, and I don’t know how long it’s going to be before he ties me up, so I’m going to make the most of this moment.

  I reach around his body and grab his ass, pulling him into my face. I press a kiss on his cock over the boxers, and he groans. Then I catch the waistband of his boxers between my teeth, and I tug down, down, down.

  His underwear pools at his ankles, but I barely notice as I take in the sight of his dick. It’s thick, and I want to taste it. I kiss his balls, sucking each one into my mouth. He grabs my hair, fisting it, but he doesn’t pull me closer or push me away.

  He just lets me have this moment.

  I lick up Zack’s shaft, tasting him. When I reach the tip of his cock, I lick my lips and slide him into my mouth and down my throat, taking him as deep as I can. Then I suck, and suck, and suck.

  I feel sexy in this moment, like a goddess who has been given free reign. I feel sultry and seductive and when he starts to moan, when he starts making noises like he just can’t control himself, I feel like I’m on top of the world.

  And then Zack pulls me away and brings me to my feet.

  “All right, princess,” he says, but his voice is tight, and I know he was close to coming. He was close to losing control in my mouth, and part of me wishes I had been able to push him over the edge.

  The rest of me is glad he’s going to come inside of me, is glad the night isn’t going to be cut short.

  “Back on the bed,” he commands, and I get back in the center of the bed. Zack climbs up beside me and starts looking through the toys he brought over earlier from the dresser.

  “You like variety,” I comment, looking at what he chose.

  “I could say the same about you,” he points out. “They’re your toys.”

  “What can I say?” I shrug. “I like to mix it up.”

  “Do you use these on yourself?” He holds up a pair of nipple clamps and I blush.

  “I wanted to see what they felt like.”

  “And how did they feel?”

  “They hurt a little,” I admit. “I used them a few weeks ago when I was masturbating. They made my orgasm a lot more intense.”

  “I’d love to see them on you,” he says, raising his eyebrows. He’s not asking my permission, but he’s gauging my response to see if I’ll be scared or nervous. Interesting. If there’s one thing I’ve noticed about Zack, it’s that he’s not only sexy as all hell: he’s also attentive.

  “Would you like me to take my bra off?”

  “Take it off.”

  I unclasp my black bra and toss it to the floor. My breasts bounce free and Zack just looks at me for a long minute. I don’t say anything. I know they aren’t as perky as they were when I was younger, but I’m older now, and I’ve had a child, and I’ve lived. A lot.

  Still, I think my breasts are beautiful.

  “I like your nipples,” he traces one with his finger. Then Zack leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. He bites me just a little, and then he licks my other nipple, too. The feeling shoots straight to my core, and just like that, I’m on the edge again. I’m ready to come again and he’s barely touched me.

  “Please,” I groan.

  “Please what?”

  “Please don’t stop.”

  “Sadly,” he pulls away and dangles the clamps in front of me. “It’s time for these, beautiful.”

  Carefully, he attaches the clamps to each of my nipples. I bite my lip as he does. They’re connected by a little chain and he pulls it a little.

  “Too tight?” He asks, looking up at me.

  “It hurts,” I whisper. “But it’s not too tight.”

  “It’s supposed to hurt a little bit.”

  I pout, and he kisses me on the cheek.
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  “Be a good girl,” he says. “I’ll reward you. I promise.” Zack turns back to the pile of toys and brings out some cuffs. I knew this moment was coming, but now I’m not nervous or anxious. I’m just excited. I’m ready.

  I hold out my wrists and he puts the cuffs on, then attaches them to each other.

  “Arms up,” he says, and he hooks my arms above my head to the center of the bed frame. There’s a hook there for moments like this. Not that I’ve played at home, but I put the hook there awhile ago because I wanted to be prepared just in case. I guess I was hopeful that someday, I’d find someone worth playing with, and I wanted to be ready.

  “You look lovely,” Zack says, admiring me. “But I want this skirt off.” I lift my hips and he pulls my skirt down, revealing the rest of my body. He’s seen it all by now, but somehow, being naked in front of him, I feel a little vulnerable. The way he’s looking at me, though, is like he just can’t get enough.

  I spread my legs a little, giving him a better view.

  “You’re fucking incredible,” he says. “You know that?”

  I don’t say anything. I just focus on breathing in and out and not dying from desire because I want to beg Zack to fuck me right now. I’m tired of waiting. I’m so wet that my thighs are slick with my juices. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life and right now, I just want him inside of me.

  I know enough about Doms to know that begging isn’t going to get me anywhere, though, so I wait patiently, quietly, while he turns back to his pile of toys.

  “A vibrator,” he holds up a pink one. “I like it.” He turns it on and drags it slowly up my leg: first one, and then the other. I quiver, but I don’t beg. He teases the vibrator closer and closer to my pussy. I’m so horny that by the time he finally presses it to my clit, I come instantly: hard and fast. I groan, writhing against the restraints, shaking as the orgasm takes control of my body.

  “Fuck, baby,” he says, dropping the vibrator to the side. “That was fucking hot. I was going to torture you a little more, but I think you’ve had enough for one night.”

  “Please,” now I beg. Now I ask him. Now I give up on trying to be strong. Now I need him more than I’ve needed anything in my damn life. “Zack,” I beg him. I beg my Dom. “I need you inside of me.”

  Chapter 14

  Zack

  Christina is laid out on her bed and all I can think about is getting inside of her. I should play with her more, tease her more, but I can’t.

  I can’t wait another second.

  If I don’t get inside of her right now, I’m going to die.

  “Do you have condoms?” I ask, suddenly realizing I don’t have one with me. She nods.

  “Nightstand,” she says. I reach for the drawer and grab one from the box. Tearing open the foil, I slide the condom over my length. “I’ll go on the pill if you like,” Christina tells me quietly.

  “Why’s that, baby?”

  “So you can be inside of me without anything between us.”

  “That’s fucking hot as hell. I’d love that, princess.”

  “Me too.”

  “This is fine for tonight, but I meant what I said. I want to date you, Christina. I want to be with you. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine.”

  “I can get an appointment at the doctor’s office next week,” she says, and I kiss her, ending the conversation. Knowing she’d be willing to go on the pill so we can be deeply intimate is thrilling to me. I love knowing that soon, I’ll be able to be inside of her without anything barring us from touching completely.

  Right now, though, I just want to be inside of her.

  Christina pulls against the restraints, but I leave her chained to the bed as I move my kisses down her body. I kiss her neck and her clavicle and down her belly. Then I kiss her mouth once more.

  “Are you ready for me, Christina?”

  “Please, Zack.”

  I don’t wait another second.

  I slide inside of her, filling her to the brink, and we both groan at the sensation. It’s perfect. It’s incredible.

  “I feel so full,” she whispers. “Full of you. Fuck. Holy dragons.”

  “You feel amazing. Perfect.”

  I tease my cock in and out of her slowly, wanting to make this last a little bit more. If it were up to me, I would come immediately, but I want to tease one more orgasm out of my girl. I think she’s got it in her, and I know I want to feel her clenching my cock as she comes undone.

  Christina wiggles, shaking the nipple clamps. Her breasts bounce so perfectly as she moves beneath me, and I can’t help thinking about how fucking lucky I am. I’m the luckiest damn man in the universe.

  I don’t know if I believe in fate.

  I don’t know if it was destiny that brought me to Anchored or if the universe is just smiling on me.

  I don’t know what it was that brought us together, but now that Christina is in my arms, I never, ever want to let her go.

  We’ve both been through hell and back again. She’s brave, and she’s strong, but I know losing her husband must have broken her fucking heart in ways I’ll never understand. For me, going through my divorce was hellish, but it will never compare to her pain, but that’s okay.

  We’re both going to be there for each other.

  I can tell.

  And it’s going to be incredible.

  I begin to move faster as I make love to Christina. I watch the way she closes her eyes, but leaves her mouth just a little bit open. She starts to mumble, whispering about how good things feel, and I move faster and faster.

  Her pussy clenches around me, and I almost lose it, but I hang on as she nears her third orgasm.

  “I’m so close, Zack,” she whispers.

  “Come for me, Christina. I want to feel you coming on my cock. Come for me, baby. Come now.”

  My urging is all she needs to fall over that cliff of ecstasy, and she cries out in pleasure as the orgasm takes over her.

  I can’t hold back anymore.

  I come, too, whispering her name, coming harder than I’ve ever come in my damn life. My orgasm seems to last forever, and then it’s over, and I just want her in my arms. I just want to hold her. I just want to touch her a little bit more.

  Quickly, I unhook her wrists and remove the cuffs, kissing and rubbing her arms to make sure she’s not sore or tender. Christina smiles shyly, but lets me take care of her. For the second time tonight, I have the pleasure of making sure she’s okay, and I love that. I love that she’s giving me this moment. I love that she’s letting me Top her in this way.

  “Are you ready for me to take the clamps off?” I ask, and she bites her lip, but nods. “It’ll only hurt for a second,” I promise. I remove the first clamp and immediately suck her nipple into my mouth to dull the pain. Then I repeat this on her second breast. Soon her whimpers turn to groans, and then I know she’s okay, and I kiss her on the mouth instead.

  “That was really fun,” Christina tells me, snuggling against me. I run my hands through her hair, which is messy and crazy and wild, but I love it.

  “It was amazing,” I agree, and I kiss her on the forehead.

  I don’t know what tomorrow is going to bring. I don’t know what’s going to happen between us, but I meant what I said. I want to date this woman. I want to Top her. I want to make her happy and make her smile and make her laugh.

  I want to take care of her because she’s incredible.

  She’s wonderful.

  She’s wild.

  And she makes my heart soar.

  Epilogue

  Christina

  Six Months Later

  When I walk through the doors of Anchored, I’m not alone. Not tonight. Not ever again. I walk through the doors and I cling to my Dom, my boyfriend, my partner-in-crime. I cling to the man who pulled me from the darkness, to the man who helped me see that with a little bit of bravery, everything is going to be all right.

  “You look beautiful tonig
ht,” he whispers as we walk into the club. It’s a theme night and everyone is dressed to the nines in tuxedos and gowns. Of course, it is a dungeon, so most of the gowns are slit either high or low. A couple of them don’t have backs at all. A couple of them don’t have fronts.

  Still, everyone is wearing their very best, and it’s a fancy sort of night.

  “And you look handsome as fuck,” I tell Zack. He just laughs and takes my hand, leading me to the center of the room.

  Tonight, there are several performances and several demonstrations. There are a couple of out-of-town guests who will be doing special shows for the regular members of the club. There’s a lot going on, but I only have eyes for Zack, and I can tell that he only has eyes for me.

  “Before we watch the shows,” he says, “let’s go somewhere quiet to talk.” I’m surprised when he leads me to one of the private rooms. Usually, we stay away from these rooms because they’re expensive to book and you have to go get special permission to use them. After all, it’s a sex dungeon: not a hotel.

  Zack swipes a keycard that enables him to open one of the doors, and we walk into the room together.

  And I gasp.

  The bed in the center of the room is covered in flowers and there’s a box sitting at the foot of the bed.

  And oh, I think I know exactly what’s in that box.

  He closes the door behind us and I turn back around to see him, but Zack is on one knee, and he’s reaching for my hand.

  I give it to him, but I’m already close to tears.

  “Christina,” he says. “When I met you, you were scared. You were shy. You were brave. You were going through so many different things, but you were bold in the face of adversity. I admired your dedication and your drive right away. Those are two of the things that drew me to you first. You know, besides your amazing body and your dazzling eyes.”

  “Zack,” I whisper, but he keeps talking.

  “In the box is a collar,” he says. “I chose it just for you. I’ve never done this for anyone before, Christina, and I never want to do it for anyone again. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my submissive?”