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  In the clearing is the most fantastic log cabin. I shouldn't even call it a cabin. It's more a minimansion version of a log cabin. Stone pillars accentuate the wood frame of the house. The floor-to-ceiling windows are modern yet not out of place. The whole house is illuminated by the soft glow of the lights inside, and I can see the entire interior from my viewpoint. It’s amazing.

  As I step out the car to gaze at it, I realize even the air out here is different. In the clearing beside the house there is a lake, with the moon is shining off it. It finishes off the rustic feel of the place perfectly. Jude Baxter is full of surprises. I would have never made him out to be the quiet, country type.

  “Glad you made it.” His voice startles me, but I know the chills that run up my spine were not because he startled me. It was a reaction to his voice and from the five days of built-up anticipation. I spin around and see him standing on the porch in a pair of jeans and nothing else.

  Wow. He makes country look sexy. His feet are bare on the smooth wood flooring, and he tilts his head and smiles at me. It may be hard to figure out most things about Jude, but that smile I can decipher. He's glad I didn’t change my mind about our arrangement. His open appraisal makes me uneasy but highly aware of the chemistry between us. I’m used to having men ogle my body, but it’s different because I know the other men won’t get as far as they want to. With Jude I know what he wants, and I know I’ll readily give it to him.

  “Nothing could've kept me away.” I walk up the stairs, coming to a stop in front of him. I reach out and run my hand over his chest and down his flat stomach. I slip one finger into the waistband of his jeans, and I caress the warm skin there. Just as I reach down for the treasure, he wraps his hand around my wrist and he pulls my hand out of his pants.

  “Eager?” he asks.

  “Horny.” I smirk then brush against him as I enter his house. The house actually gets better from the inside. Vaulted ceilings with wooden slats running along it. The couches are dark brown, and wine-colored area rugs cover the floor. Everything is wide open, so from my spot at the entryway I can see through to the kitchen to my right, the living room to my left, and a dining area in between. I love this place. I never thought I’d like such seclusion, but the view alone…

  Yeah, this place is definitely better on the inside. “Do you want something to drink?” Jude asks as he shuts the door and walks into the kitchen.

  “Uh…no, I’m fine.” I crowd him against the counter.

  “Let’s sit and talk,” he says as he steps away. I groan in frustration and turn around and practically pout at him.

  “More talking? This is starting to sound a lot like a regular relationship.”

  “In order for this to work, we need to be able to communicate.”

  “Fine,” I huff. “Let’s go talk.”

  We sit on the stools, and I ask, “Is there some kind of written contract I need to sign?”

  He shakes his head. “No, I don’t think we need one. We need to trust each other. I don’t want you to agree to a bunch of things in the contract then realize in the moment that you‘ve changed your mind. I don’t want you to feel obligated. You trust me with your body, and I’ll trust you to tell me the truth no matter what.”

  “Okay,” I whisper. He’s a lot more open than I expected. “Can I ask you a question?” He nods. “How many women have you had this kind of relationship with?”

  “Four,” he answers quickly.

  “How many women have you been with that haven’t…played?”

  He looks at me. “More than four,” he says, then smiles. Yeah, I probably didn’t really want to hear the answer to that question.

  “Okay, so how do you decide which women to do this with? How did you decide you wanted me in that way?”

  “I don’t pick and choose women to enter this lifestyle. The two women who were already into the lifestyle became too clingy. Not that I blame them, because you have to build up so much trust in your partner it can easily be misconstrued as love. But that’s not how I felt, so I let them go before they got hurt.” Good to know he’s not manipulating women and purposely breaking their hearts.

  “And the other two?”

  “The other two experimented for a while but decided it wasn’t really their thing.”

  “So why me?”

  “I’m intensely attracted to you. Since the moment I laid eyes on you, all I could picture is having you strapped to my bed with your legs spread and my face buried between them.”

  Oh…Heat rushes to my face and other areas, causing me to shift in my seat. I definitely like the image that evokes.

  “Is there anything you’re not willing to try?”

  “I don’t want to bleed,” I answer nervously.

  “I’ve never made anyone bleed, and I don’t want to.”

  “But you do want to hurt me?”

  “I’ll spank you with my hand, a paddle, or a flogger. It will be painful, but it won’t be anything you can’t handle.”

  “Do I have to call you Sir?”

  “Yes.”

  “Can we negotiate?”

  He gives me an annoyed look then says, “What do you want to call me?”

  “Jude,” I answer with a sweet smile.

  “Absolutely not.” He shakes his head at me.

  “Why not?”

  “Because when I take you downstairs I need your respect. I’m the authority and you need to address me as so. I’ll be the master of your pleasure and pain and I can’t have you—”

  I give in way too easily. “I’ll call you Sir.”

  Satisfied with my quick agreement, he continues. “Do you want to keep red as your safe word?”

  “Why do I need a safe word? Can’t I just say stop?”

  “No. Sometimes you might say stop as an automatic response to pain or too much stimulation, but you can actually be pushed much further.”

  “I’ll keep red as my safe word.”

  “Do you have any other questions?”

  I shake my head, and he licks his lips and smiles, silently leading me downstairs. I follow him cautiously down a flight of stairs behind the kitchen. The bottom level is pitch dark, so he grabs my hand and pulls me down a dimly lit hall and stops at the first door. The door swings open to a bedroom. It’s cozy with plush, dark carpets and a king-size bed that’s decorated in beige and brown tones.

  “You’re welcome to use this room when you’re here. There’s a bathroom over here.” He slides open a door, and we step into the bathroom together. This is actually much nicer than mine at home. It has a large, glass-door shower that would probably fit four, a huge claw foot tub, and vanity. Next to the vanity is another door; I push it open without an invite. It’s a dressing room with one wall covered in lingerie and other kinky outfits. I can almost feel him peeling the lace underwear off my body, or tearing the satin bodice off and licking my aroused nipples.

  “Do you expect me to wear these?” I spin around and face him. He answers with a nod.

  “Have they been worn already?” I ask.

  “No, it’s been a while since anyone’s been down here, and all her items have been removed.” I glance back at the array of outfits and spike-heeled shoes and can’t help but feel a little out of place. I’m a lot of things, but I hope I can pull off being a vixen because this room is a vixen’s boudoir.

  “Let me show you the rest,” he says. I follow him out of the room, and we continue down the hall and stop in front of a set of double doors. He punches a code into a small box, and the lock clicks. The lights automatically come on as the door opens.

  Okay, so two days ago my curiosity got the better of me and I looked up everything I could on bondage and BDSM. This room is not as bad as I expected. The fact that he led me to the basement had me thinking I would be chained up in a dungeon in the next five minutes. This room looks more like another bedroom. The walls are not dark as I expected. White walls with a big bed with dark sheets in the center. There is no shortage of rop
es in this room. Ropes on the bed, ropes on the table, and there are even some hanging from the ceiling. He obviously has an affinity for ropes.

  “This is not so bad,” I say. I can’t help but notice how at ease he looks.

  He laughs at my statement. “Let me show you the room we’re using tonight.”

  “Wait…there’s more?”

  He nods at me and points to one of the two doors on the left side of the room. On the right side there are two more, and I feel like I’ve walked into a funhouse. I’m not sure what’s going to be behind each door, but I’m excited to find out.

  The door creaks open, and I now know what happened to the table that should have been in Dr. Moore’s office. She gave it to Jude, because the black leather table equipped with stirrups is nothing short of professional grade. It sits in the middle of a gray room with fluorescent blue lights. There are mirrors angled on the ceiling and a few on the walls. His equipment, if that’s what you can call it, is hanging on hooks on the wall. Gags, nipple clamps, dildos, and handcuffs are the ones I can make out, but there are plenty of items I’ve never seen before.

  “Tonight, I’ll strap you down and fuck you till you scream.” When did he get so close? His whispered words in my ear bring me back to the whole reason we’re here. The attraction between us is now sizzling in this room, and as nervous as I am, I want him now. In any way he’s willing to give it to me.

  “Where do we start?” I ask. If he tells me to jump on the table right now I will.

  Chapter Six

  Kylie

  “Strip,” Jude demands.

  I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, but as he makes that one command, I feel apprehensive. His whole demeanor has changed. He stands in front of the door in his faded jeans, and his body is a threat to me. The way his muscles tighten and his commanding stance scream dominance. This is not something that usually turns me on in a man, but when he does it, something stirs inside me. His dominance is arousing and alluring. Going by the way he’s studying me, I know he will not be repeating himself. Obedience is a must.

  I slowly peel my dress off my body and toss it on a nearby chair. His eyes are on mine, and I feel like he’s instructing my movements with his fiery gaze. I reach back and unfasten my bra, the material skids over my pebbled nipples. The only barrier I have left between me and the onslaught I know is pending is a lacy strip of fabric already wet from my arousal. I slip my finger into the waistband and hesitate. Jude nods slightly at me, encouraging me to pull it down over my thighs. I throw it at him in defeat, and he shakes his head at me.

  “No discipline,” he says as he walks past me, tapping the cushioned tabletop.

  I can do this. I’ve been to the gynecologist enough times to be acquainted with this type of table.

  I jump on the cool leather surface and lie back. As Jude walks around strapping in my legs and arms, it starts to feel a lot less like a doctor’s office exam.

  “Tonight I show you what it means when I say I own your orgasms.”

  What is that supposed to mean? “How can someone own an orgasm?”

  He pauses as he straps my last arm. “Sir.” He glares at me.

  “What?”

  “When you address me, say Sir.”

  His tone arouses me and annoys me at the same time. I pull my head up off the table as far as I can and glare back at him. “How can you own my orgasms?”

  His hand comes down around my neck, and he pushes me back down onto the table. “I’m going to have so much fun breaking that defiance down,” he says into my ear. He glides his tongue over my earlobe and down my neck. I shut my eyes, an involuntary moan escaping me. He pinches both my nipples, and my back arches off the table. “Beautiful,” he says as my nipples harden to his touch.

  He reaches behind me, then shows me a long chain with two clips at the ends. “These are nipple clamps. The tips are rubber coated. We’ll begin with these because they are gentle, but we’ll progress to more aggressive clips in the future.”

  The first clamp bites into my tender nub as he applies it.

  “Fuck!” I shout, my eyes shooting open as he puts a clamp on the other nipple. I hold back my cry and glare angrily at him.

  “Is it too much? I can loosen them.” Though the clamps are tight, the initial sting was worse than the ache they are now creating.

  I shake my head. He pulls gently on the chain linking the clamps, and I clench my fist from the sensation. The pain is quickly decreasing and turning into something delicious. I feel the tug in my core, and it’s making me ache for more.

  He moves between my legs, gazes down at the moisture there, and smiles. I get the urge to shut them, but I realize I’m tightly strapped in, paralyzed to his ogling. He kneels down between my spread thighs; my legs begin to tremble. The thought of him putting his mouth on me has me quaking with anticipation.

  “You don’t come until I tell you, you can come.”

  “What?” I shout just as his warm tongue envelops my clit. “Oh my God!”

  He wants to torture me. The aggressive movements of his tongue are calculated. He wants to bring me to the point of rapture and watch me fail at obeying his order, but I won’t let him win this one. I grit my teeth and pant as he sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves. I strain against my bonds as he slips his tongue into me. My whole world becomes centered on him and his amazing tongue.

  I moan uncontrollably, trying to move away from his mouth, but the straps keep me centered and the battle is becoming insurmountable. He pulls away before I can come. He stands up and looks at me. The raw hunger in his eyes is arousing. He moves a finger through my wetness then uses that moist finger lower. “Has anyone ever explored this hole?”

  His gaze is locked with mine. I shake my head as he circles my tight hole with his finger. All of a sudden his finger is replaced, and an unfamiliar pressure begins. "This is an anal plug. It's a small one, but it will begin to stretch you, prepare you for when I take you here."

  Something small, cold, and wet slips into my ass with a slight burn. What is this man doing to me? My eyes widen as he twists the small anal plug and returns to licking my throbbing clit. The pressure increases, but along with it comes an unexplainable sensation. The thrusts of his tongue are sharp, but I’m still maintaining my hold.

  I can do this, I chant to myself in my head, but the lie is flimsy. I’m riding on the edge of something explosive, and unless Jude backs off soon, I’ll be releasing my strongest orgasm ever into his mouth.

  The room that held a chill when I entered feels like an inferno, and sweat beads on my skin. Suddenly he adds another toy, and my clit begins to vibrate.

  “No, no, no. Fuck, Jude, this isn’t fair,” I hiss at him. The vibration stops as his hand sweeps up and smacks my right breast. A sharp, stinging sensation spreads over my sensitive skin.

  “What did you call me?”

  Fuck, I got lost in the moment and forgot, but that look he’s giving me is dead serious so I jump into groveling. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  He yanks on the cord attached to my nipples, then turns his dangerous gaze back down to my aching pussy.

  He lowers his head, and the vibrations begin again. The short reprieve wasn’t enough to halt the oncoming orgasm because I’m right back on the edge. This time he’s alternating strokes of his tongue and the vibrating wand on my aching clit.

  I squeeze my eyes shut, and a tear sneaks out the corner of one, rolling down my face. “I need to come, Sir,” I whisper in a voice that’s unrecognizable to me.

  “Beg me for it,” he says. I’m not sure why I’m being so stubborn, but I can’t bring myself to beg him. I knew what I was getting into, but I just can’t give him all the power in the first night.

  “Fuck you,” I snarl, and the moment the words leave my mouth I know I made a big mistake.

  “Fuck you, who?” he says calmly as he rises up.

  “Fuck you, Sir,” I respond. Shut the fuck up! a voice screams in my head, but I ignore it. H
e inserts two fingers into my wet core and hooks them. It only takes two strokes of his skilled fingers before I’m screaming my release.

  “Ahhhh…” The spasms run throughout my body, and more tears roll down my face as I gasp for breath.

  He smacks my breast again, and I whimper in the midst of my orgasm. “Did I give you permission to come?” he growls. I don’t even get a chance to come down from this amazing high because in seconds his cock is buried so deep inside me that my head pushes back against the table from the pressure.

  He slams into me hard and fast then pulls on the chain connecting the clamps. “Who the fuck is your Master?” he shouts.

  “You…are my…Master.” My brave act is over because I’m choking on his commanding strokes. He’s turned into an enraged animal, and oddly it turns me on. He reaches down, twists the anal plug, and I’m there again. I need to come more than I need to breathe in this moment, so I give him what he wants.

  I beg.

  “Please, Sir, may I come?” The words feel foreign to me, but I’m not ashamed. I need his permission to come.

  “Not yet.”

  I groan in frustration and finally bring myself to look up at him. That is a mistake because watching his powerful body pound into mine is a sexual stimulant.

  “I’m begging you, Sir.”

  He reaches over and releases my nipples from the clamps and massages them. The painful sting causes me to flinch and hiss at him.

  “I love when you beg for it. Come for me.” He licks my sore nipple, causing flames to pulse through my core.

  “Ohh.” I sigh loudly as I let the pleasure overtake my body. The filling strokes of his cock and his tongue’s gliding motions on my nipple send my body into a shattering moment of ecstasy. I let the waves wash over me until I feel Jude pull out of my clenching body and shoot his warm seed all over my stomach.

  He’s caressing my thigh and his breathing is short and ragged when I clear my sexually fogged brain. His expression is serious as he quickly removes the straps, then runs a finger over my cum-soaked belly.