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  A moment later, his cock was in my pussy, and he was pounding into me. I’d been quiet most of the time while he’d flogged me, but when he was slamming into me, after already flogging me, my orgasm came on hard and fast. He was an excellent Dom, and he must have known I couldn’t stop it, because he ordered me to come all over him.

  “Good girl,” he said, pulling out of me and untying my arms and legs. He then handed me some disinfectant and a rag. “Clean it up.”

  When I finished doing as he ordered, he led me over to a couch and had me sit on the floor at his feet while he talked to a few other Doms. He stroked my hair like I was a pet but never spoke to me. It might have been considered rude by many, but it gave me a peace I’d never felt before. I looked at the woman next to me, and her eyes were half-closed as her Master was doing something similar.

  I’m not sure how long we were at the club because I don’t know what time we left, but I spent the ride home sucking his cock. After he came down my throat, I slept with my head in his lap. I didn’t wake until he opened the car door and the cool air hit me.

  “Don’t move,” he instructed. Coming to my side of the car, he picked me up and carried me into the house. We walked right past a sleeping Jenny and into his room, where he placed me in his bed. “I will take care of Jenny and check on Chelsea. You don’t move a muscle.”

  I heard him paying Jenny, then the front door closing. A few minutes later, it opened again. I guess he’d walked her next door to make sure she got home safely. I listened as he walked past his room and down the hall toward Chelsea’s room. A moment later, he returned. “Good girl. I see you haven’t moved. Let me reward you.”

  And he did. Oh, he did. He slowly removed my shoes, dress, bra, panties, and stockings. Then he covered my skin with kisses. I thought that might be it, but he placed me on my back in the center of the bed, and, after putting on a condom, entered my pussy for the third time that night.

  It became more than fucking when he looked into my eyes while our bodies became one. Hooking one leg over his hip and the other up over his shoulder, he made slow, deep thrusts, maintaining eye contact even after commanding me to come and stilling with his own release.

  We kissed for a while, and he surprised me by asking me to stay in his room and sleep with him. I slept with my head on his chest and didn’t wake once until Chelsea cried out in the morning for her breakfast.

  Without waking Colton, I left his bed to feed her. After nursing, I went to my room to shower and get dressed. By the time I came out of my room, I could smell bacon coming from the kitchen.

  We ate breakfast, did Colton’s physical therapy, then had lunch. For the past week, we’d had sessions while Chelsea took her nap, but today, when it was time to kneel, he didn’t ask me to. I went into my room to read and wait for him to call me, but he never did.

  That night at dinner, he and I barely spoke, and it was beyond tense while we cleaned the kitchen after I put Chelsea down for the night. Not wanting to spend another moment in the awkward silence, I mumbled that I was going to bed.

  He didn’t respond, just watched me walk down the hall. When I got there, my bedroom door was closed, which was unusual, but what was even more unusual was when I tried the handle, I found it locked.

  I wondered if I’d accidentally locked it somehow. I was about to turn around to ask Colton if he had a way in when he came up behind me, placing his palm flat on the door just to the left of my head. I spun around, and when I did, he placed his right palm on the other side of my head, caging me in.

  “Colton?” I questioned, clearly confused.

  “This morning you left my bed and didn’t come back. I didn’t like that. When I woke up, I expected to roll over and give my morning erection some relief. Instead, I heard your shower running.” I had been looking in his eyes, but the more he spoke, the more I found myself looking at my feet. “Mary, I’m going to give you two choices. I can give you the key to your room and you may use it. You can sleep in your bed each night, we can discuss if you would like your sessions to continue or not and if it’s possible for me to keep dominating you.” I gulped at his words. “Or, you can strip nude and kneel next to my bed. Once you’ve earned your way back in, you will sleep in my bed each night, submitting your body to me to use for my pleasure. You, of course, will care for Chelsea but will always return to my bed until I dismiss you each day.” I knew my jaw had dropped. “The choice is yours.”

  He moved his hand from next to my head and reached into his pocket. Placing a key into my palm, he then turned on his heel and left me standing there with a huge decision to make. He hadn’t given a time frame, so I knew I’d have time to think it over, but the truth was, there was nothing to think about. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted it badly. I’d even wanted it this morning after feeding Chelsea, but I felt silly climbing back in bed. If last night had just been a fuck, I didn’t want him thinking I’d read more into it than that.

  I made my decision and headed for his room. Standing just inside the door, I removed all of my clothes and went to kneel next to his bed. As I knelt there waiting for him, I watched the numbers on the alarm clock situated on the nightstand click by. The key, which I’d been clutching tightly, dug into my clenched fist. Five minutes went by, then ten, then fifteen, and I began to doubt if he really wanted me. Just when I was about to admit he wasn’t going to come, I heard him enter his room. He closed the door behind him.

  “Is this your choice, Mary?”

  I nodded.

  “Then give me the key and be my little girl.”

  I held my hand out to him without hesitation. He took the key from me and set it on the dresser. “Would you like to earn your way back into my bed?”

  Again, I nodded.

  “Then bend over, forehead on the floor, ass high in the air. First, I’m going to punish it, then fuck it. If you’re a good girl, you can sleep in my bed, where I will use your body again and again until my cock is satisfied. Do you understand?”

  I nodded and bent over as he had instructed. Just as he promised, she punished my ass by spanking it then using the crop on it. I knew it was covered with red welts that would last for days. After putting down the crop, I felt him squirt cold gel onto my ass and work it in with his fingers. “You will not come,” he instructed. “This fuck is not for pleasure, it is to remind you that you are mine.”

  He pressed the tip of his cock into me, and I stifled a groan. “Beg me to fuck your ass so I will forgive you for denying me this morning and allow you back into my bed.”

  I’d already slipped into subspace during his use of the crop, so when I replied, “Please fuck my ass,” my voice sounded foreign to me. It was so relaxed and calm.

  Colton didn’t answer, just thrust in hard, making me scream and my eyes fly open in shock. He ignored my cry and pounded into me. I tried to keep it down for fear of waking Chelsea or the neighbors, but his pace was relentless.

  After a few moments, it wasn’t the initial discomfort I was worried about, it was the increasing pleasure. He’d told me not to come, but with each thrust, it was getting harder. I prayed for a miracle, and just as I was afraid I’d lose the battle, I felt his cock swell, and he stilled while buried deep in my ass.

  I didn’t move as he disposed of the condom and climbed in bed.

  “Join me now, my little slut.”

  “Yes, Master,” I answered quickly, scrambling into the bed and lying next to him.

  “Get some rest, but at some point, I will wake you with my greedy cock. When I do, you will accept it happily into whichever hole I choose.”

  His words should have offended me, but like a true submissive, the thought of my body pleasing him excited me.

  He did wake me during the night with his cock in my mouth. I drank him down and went back to sleep. When Chelsea woke in the morning, I went to nurse her then straight back to his bed. He was awake, sitting up and smirking at me. “Good girl. You deserve a reward. What does your heart desire?”


  I chose to ride his cock and come all over his stomach. Apparently, he liked my reward, because it became one of his favorite positions.

  Over the next few weeks, our relationship as Dominant and submissive grew. He was well enough to descend the basement stairs, so we began to use his playroom. We had sessions together every afternoon while Chelsea napped then again at night. Colton went back to work, as well, just for a few sessions a week. On the days he didn’t go in, we kept our same routine, but when he was at work, his job ate at me.

  I felt a connection to him, and I wondered if the other women felt that connection, too. It seemed impossible to me for them not to have strong feelings for him, yet it also seemed impossible they could go weeks, or even a month, without seeing him. I couldn’t imagine not seeing him every day. That’s when the thought occurred to me: I didn’t want to ever go a day without seeing him. In that moment, I realized I was in love with Colton.

  Chapter 4

  Colton

  We’d been living together for nearly seven months. At four months, I returned to work full time. Logically, she could have and should have moved out. I didn’t need her for anything anymore, and now that Chelsea was nearly one year old, she was crawling around and often left toys out. In theory, having them here was a potential hindrance to my recovery.

  The problem was, logic was a very hard thing to follow when there were emotions involved. And there were so many emotions when it came to Mary and me. First of all, there was lust. I couldn’t see her walk past me without getting an erection. When we’d have a scene, I’d fight like hell to stay in control of my body because the need to claim her fully was so intense.

  That was another emotion—need. It was way past want. I truly felt like I needed her with me to be able to function in life. Physically, I was almost at one-hundred-percent, yet I couldn’t imagine her moving out and leaving me on my own. It wasn’t that I couldn’t make dinner; it was that I couldn’t imagine eating it alone anymore.

  I tried to work it all out, to make sense of it over the next few weeks. I’d been alone and independent most my life. Sure, I’d dated women, but none were serious relationships. The closest thing I’d ever had to a relationship was with a few girls in college. With each of them, however, after a few weeks, I felt like they became clingy, jealous, and overbearing. All of them had wanted monogamy, and the thought of being with only one woman, even for a short time, seemed ridiculous. Let alone the idea of only one partner for the rest of my life.

  The thing was, with Mary, I’d sort of been monogamous. I was still fucking women at work, but in my personal life, she was it. Work was work, and though I usually found fucking those women satisfying, it wasn’t the same as actually taking a woman to bed, and it was nothing like fucking Mary. I found myself picturing Mary as I worked over the submissives and often had to imagine it was her body I was using in order to achieve an orgasm.

  Then a strange thing started to happen during my sessions. I found it hard, and on a few occasions impossible, to maintain an erection. As much as I’d picture Mary, it just wouldn’t happen. I had to become creative with my clients, relying heavily on the use of toys and my fingers.

  Eric caught me coming out of a session frustrated one morning. I was already a bit on edge because Mary and I hadn’t had sex when I woke up. Apparently, Violet had gone into labor, and she had just been admitted to the hospital. I wasn’t so selfish that I demanded she hang up with her sister and service me, but my cock wasn’t as understanding.

  I would have thought I would have found it easier to get and stay erect after not coming in the morning, but again, it was impossible, and I’d used a vibrator on my submissive, who didn’t seem to mind in the least. It still bothered me, though.

  “You seem tense,” Eric said, walking up to me. “Bad session?”

  I nodded and decided to just spill what was bothering me. “Have you ever had trouble getting or staying hard?”

  Eric chuckled for a second then looked at me seriously. “Uh, yeah. That’s what the blue pills are for. I need them if I have like four or five sessions in a day. Want one?”

  I tried not to roll my eyes. “No, it’s not that.” I’d used them in the past, too, for the same reason as Eric. “This isn’t about coming so much as my soldier needs help to march into the next battle. This is about him not showing up at all, going AWOL.”

  Eric laughed at my analogy. “Dude, don’t worry …”

  I cut him off. “If you say it happens to everyone, I’m going to punch you in the face. It doesn’t happen to everyone. Has it happened to you?”

  He looked at me, shocked that I was so serious, and shook his head. “Well, no, it hasn’t but …”

  I cut him off again. “It hasn’t ever happened to me before either, until recently. Now, it seems to happen all the fucking time!”

  “Since when?” he asked, true concern in his voice.

  “Since I came back to work.”

  “Do you think it has something to do with the accident? A side effect from medication?” he asked.

  I’d never thought of that. I was still on a few medications, so maybe that was it. “Yeah, that could be it,” I agreed.

  “Thank you, Master,” the submissive I’d just dominated said as she walked out of the room after cleaning it.

  “You served well, “ I said with a nod.

  Eric and I followed her down the hall, and my jaw dropped when I saw Mary standing at the reception desk. She was wearing a pale blue sundress and white sandals that made her legs look even sexier. The dress was low cut, allowing me to see a bit of cleavage. I was instantly hard and adjusted myself so it wouldn’t be obvious. Eric, however, noticed.

  “Damn! Seriously?”

  I glared at him. “Seriously what?” I asked, playing dumb.

  “Seriously, like, that must be torture wanting a piece of that ass and living in the same house with her. It’s not like we all haven’t all noticed how you look at her. I even thought you were fucking her, but I guess not. Maybe, if you two just fucked, you’d feel better.”

  I pulled him aside. “Maybe if we fucked? I fuck her at least twice a day, every day, unless I’m off work—then it’s three times. She’s an amazing submissive. No one else even compares.”

  Eric was smiling even though I’d just ranted at him, and it was a bit unnerving. “What are you smiling at?”

  “No one else compares?” he repeated, questioning me.

  “Yeah. No one else makes me feel or gets me … oh …” I said, listening to myself. “Well, I did think of that. I mean, I often imagine her to help get me hard or to find a release, but it didn’t work today.”

  He chuckled and poured himself a cup of coffee from the machine near where we were standing. “I can imagine this is Starbucks all I want, it still won’t taste like it.”

  “Fuck, Eric, I don’t know what to do anymore.”

  “I don’t know either. And I sure wouldn’t take advice from me. What the hell do I know? I’m about to become a father, but I’m not there because I want to give the mothers their space.” I couldn’t help but smile at his situation. “Though, I will offer you this suggestion. Grab her now, take her into one of those rooms, and fix that little, er, big problem. You look like a freak!”

  I nodded, held the file of the client I’d just serviced in front of me to cover my erection, and walked toward Mary. “Hey, Mary. What are you doing here?”

  She looked up at me and smiled. “You forgot your phone today, and with Violet in labor, I thought you might want it.”

  She smiled at me, and it made my already hard cock jump. “Thanks,” I said, walking toward her and looking for Chelsea. “Where’s Chelsea?”

  “She’s at home with Jenny,” she answered. “I had a few errands to run, and Jenny volunteered to stay with her.”

  I couldn’t hold back the smile. “Call her and see if she can stay another hour or so.”

  “Why?” Mary asked, her brow furrowed.

 
; “Because, I plan on taking you into my room and having a session with you.” Her eyes were now wide. “Call her.”

  She did as I instructed and smiled when Jenny said she could stay.

  “I have some paperwork to do, then,” Angela, the receptionist said to her. She was back since Violet was in labor.

  “It’s not necessary,” I said, waving her off and taking Mary by the hand.

  “Not even the release of liability?” Angela asked.

  “No, that’s okay,” I answered quickly.

  “Not even the …”

  “It’s fine,” I said, cutting her off. “Come on, Mary.”

  When we got in the room, I had barely closed the door before I barked, “STRIP!”

  She had her clothes off almost instantly and was on her knees in front of me. “Suck my cock,” I demanded of her, and she complied.