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I stared at her – this beautiful, teasing, seductive Mistress of mine. She had my head screwed up, my body a soup of lust, and my emotions pinging around like bullets in a barrel.

Everything about her. The way she walked, talked. How she looked – fuck-me curves wrapped in fuck-me clothes. And the way she spoke to me, as if I were just a boy-toy, a thing to be enjoyed, a cock attached to a buff body.

Damn it, no one had ever been that way with me before.

I was smitten.

Her hair was a silken waterfall; she kept it pinned up in court, but like this, loose, ready to tickle my belly when she sucked me off, just waiting to get messed up when she ordered me to fuck her, I adored it, I wanted to own it, get lost in it, become part of it.

I reached behind her and slipped my fingers through the strands until the heat of her scalp reached my palm. I curled the locks into my fist, holding them in a tight ponytail.

She gasped, a delicate little sound I wasn’t used to hearing from her. ‘Sub,’ she said, ‘what are you doing?’

‘I don’t know.’ I hovered my lips over hers. She was so tiny, so utterly delicate.

And mine.

I leaned closer and breathed deep. She smelled of summer gardens and honey and the sweets I used to buy as a kid. Whenever I was near her every sense was stimulated.

‘Release my hair,’ she said with a frown.

I wanted to. I was programmed to do as she instructed, but…but I didn’t release her.

‘Sub, now, let me go.’ She let go of my dick and grabbed my face, squeezing my jawline either side of my chin with her fingers and thumb.

Immediately, I came to my senses and stepped back, her hair falling free once more. I looked at the floor and studied my bare toes on the dark-red carpet. ‘Sorry, Mistress.’

‘Don’t touch me unless I give you permission, sub.’ She pushed my shoulder, urging me to face the desk.

I knew what was coming and turned. Lying before me were several files, up-and-coming cases I was supposed to be studying. Next thing I knew, my chest was pressed over them and I was bent double. She’d shoved me in the centre of my back.

‘Did you do it on purpose?’ she asked, excitement lacing her tone as she continued to press me into the table. ‘Because you want me to stripe your arse?’

‘No, Mistress.’ That was the truth, I hadn’t. I’d done it because I couldn’t help myself. I’d wanted to hold her hair, tight, feel what it was like to have her captured by me, and not the other way around, just for a moment.

‘I don’t believe you. Start counting.’

I gripped the edge of the table where my waist touched it. The last thing I wanted was to jerk forward and have the end of my cock collide with the wood.

‘Ahh…’ I gritted my teeth as a stinging blow attacked my right buttock.

‘Count.’

‘One.’ Fuck, what the hell was she using?

I turned in time to see my own shoe being swung towards me. The leather sole hit down with another raging slap. The heat was instant, burning over my skin and fizzing its way to my asshole and cock.

‘Two.’ I twitched. The first lashes of anything were always the worst.

‘Keep still.’ She hit again. There was nothing weak about it. She’d put everything into the strike.

I shut my eyes. ‘Three.’ White-hot flashes of light burst behind my eyelids. They reminded me of fireworks, sprinkling outwards.

Another hit. The sparkles I was staring at exploded, cascading.

‘Count.’ She palmed my sore buttocks and caressed the pain.

‘Four,’ I murmured, my cheek bunching onto the files.

‘Good boy, you know it’s worth it.’

She was right, of course she was. When my arse was on fire it was as if all my senses were heightened. It was a buzz I craved. I could almost feel the endorphins scorching my veins.

Her caress stopped, and she hit again. The sole of my shoe cracked against my skin, the noise not unlike a loud clap of applause. ‘Five.’ I held my breath, waiting for the next.

It came, covering the cleft between my buttocks. ‘Jesus! Six.’

‘That’s it,’ she said, reaching beneath me and grasping my cock. ‘Collect it all here, you deserve it. Working so hard, all that responsibility. Now it’s time to play hard.’

The thud of the shoe landing on the floor registered in my brain just a second before she started peppering kisses over my burning buttocks.

I sighed into it. Enjoying being stroked and kissed. My legs were weak, but I’d locked my knees. I wondered if Tanya had ever been spanked. Ever had her pale, smooth arse cheeks reddened by someone’s hand or flogger. I pictured her in my position – bent over the desk, naked, her breasts pressing into the files, me standing behind her, palm itching to smack her hard and fast. How her skin would bloom with colour, her flesh would wobble slightly, tense, her back would arch. I’d put my hand in her hair, the way I just had, and pull her head back so I could hear her moans.

I lifted my cheek from the desk and turned my head to face the other way, hoping I might leave my reckless thoughts behind. What was I doing? I shouldn’t be thinking about dominating my Mistress. Of administering pain and punishment. That was for disobedient submissives. Not me. I always played by the rules; it was my very nature.

‘Always so hard when I let you out to play.’ She rubbed my shaft, base to tip. ‘So hard.’

I groaned. I wanted to get to the main event. I wanted her to let me come in her mouth, or fuck her over the table. Maybe she’d let me go down on her and allow me to wank myself off at the same time.

All of these scenarios skittered through my mind, each one the flash of an image. I wanted it all. I needed it all.

‘Such a hot arse you have now, sub,’ she said, kissing up the channel of my back until she reached my nape. She was still fondling my dick, her clever fingers flicking over my balls, too.

I moaned and shut my eyes. Lust spun within me like a sticky web I’d been caught in. My heart thudded, my skin was alive, sensing every shiver in the air around me.

‘Tanya,’ I murmured.

‘Mistress, call me Mistress.’ She slapped my arse, hard.

I cried out and then shoved my fist in my mouth for fear of being heard. Damn, that had been a new tier of pain on top of the layers she’d already applied.

‘What is the matter with you?’ she asked by my ear. ‘Do you want more punishment?’

‘I’m sorry, whatever you think, Mistress.’

She didn’t speak; instead, she squeezed closer, her breasts pressing through her corset against my torso. She treated my cock to more pressure, more speed, wanking me the way I’d do it myself, hard and firm with a bit of twist when reaching the head.

‘Oh, God, yeah…fuck, yes…Mistress.’ I was going to come. The climax was building within me. My arsehole trembled; the seam of skin between that and my balls contracted. Heat flooded my cock, the pressure reaching boiling point. ‘Ah, I’m going to come, let me come.’

‘No.’ She stepped away.

A void engulfed me. It was like falling from a plane without a parachute. The pain in my dick, the agony of having had orgasm only a whisper away then to be denied, was excruciating.

I stood and went to grab my erection. I had to come. The pain of not was a knife twisting in my lower belly, a basting of hot tar over my sac.

She slapped at my hand. ‘No. Don’t touch yourself.’

Her cheeks were red as she glared up at me. She was breathing fast, her breasts beginning to spill from the corset. I could see her left nipple. A strand of hair had caught on her lower lip but she hadn’t appeared to notice.

‘Mistress, I need…to come.’

‘You will when I tell you to.’

‘No.’ I shook my head and reached for my cock again.

‘How dare you.’ She grabbed my wrist and yanked my arm away.

My cock throbbed, my arse stung. I wanted this woman beneath me. I wanted to sink deep. Bury myself in her, become at one with her pussy, connect, ride to the point where we both were lost to everything except each other.

‘No…how dare you.’ The words spilled from my mouth as though I had no control over them.

Her lips formed the perfect ‘0’, but only for a second because then I covered my mouth with hers. I shoved my tongue into her the way I wanted to thrust my dick into her sweet, clenching cunt.

‘Mmm…’ It wasn’t a giving noise of acquiescence or surrender; she was mad as hell.

I shook her free of my wrist and clutched her hair again, the strands thick and satisfying in my hand. I curled my other arm around her waist and pulled her close, her breasts mashing up against my chest.

She writhed and wriggled, furious at being disobeyed, raging at being kissed passionately by me without permission. Her anger seeped from every pore on her body.

But I didn’t let up. She wanted me, needed me, the way I needed her. I knew it.

She whacked my shoulders with her fists and tore her mouth from mine. She was gasping for air.

‘Tanya.’ I cupped her arse. ‘Please, let’s do this…like this.’

‘What the hell?’ She pulled her eyebrows low and glared at me.

‘Like this,’ I said, pushing my erection forward so it lodged harder between our bodies. ‘Let’s fuck. Let me be your man, let me take the lead.’

‘No, you’re my sub, I’m your—’

‘Mistress, I know. But right now…’ I shook my head and lowered my voice. ‘I just need to fucking fuck you, woman.’

She stared at me, her eyes flashing. ‘You want me to be your sub?’

‘If that’s what it takes to make this work.’

‘I?’ She appeared confused.

‘Allow me to take the pressure off you. Hand yourself over to me, Tanya. I’ll make it good for you.’

She looked like she still didn’t believe me. What the hell? Just because I’d played along with her D/s game didn’t mean I couldn’t hold my own.

‘Are you saying no?’ I asked. ‘No, you don’t want me to fuck you?’

She was silent.

The atmosphere between us was electric. I could almost feel the charged particles fizzing the hairs at my nape.

Where was this going?

Had I screwed it up for us? Whatever this crazy thing was we had going on, was this the end? Should I have just shut up and handled the pain of not coming?

‘Damian,’ she whispered, uncurling her fists and setting her hands flat on my shoulders.

A small kernel of hope popped inside me. It was the first time she’d used my name when we’d been alone like this. ‘Say it again.’

‘What?’

I pulled on her hair, just a little. ‘My name. Say my name.’

She gasped, a small puff of air that collided with my lips. ‘Damian.’

I allowed myself a small smile of triumph. The way she’d said ‘Damian’ went straight to a place in the very core of me; it melted a piece of my heart that had been kept in the dark for a long time.

‘Tell me you want this,’ I whispered. ‘Now.’

Again she was silent.

I sensed a hundred arguments flashing through her mind.

She pressed her lips together.

‘Tanya…’ I slipped my hand from her arse to between her legs. I pressed on the gusset of her panties. Oh, yes, they were damp, more than damp. She was wet, wet and ready for me to fuck her. ‘Be my sub, just once, try it on for size.’ I circled the material over her clit, stimulating her with small movements the way I knew she liked.

‘Yes.’

I stilled for a moment. Had I heard her right?

‘Don’t…stop…’ she said. ‘Do it. Fuck me, Damian, the way you would if you weren’t my sub. If you didn’t obey me. Just…fuck me.’

I didn’t need telling twice.

I found the hooks at the front of her corset that held it together, released the top one and was thrilled when the others followed suit. It fell to the floor.

Her pale breasts spilled free, and I caught them in both hands.

She moaned and tipped her head back, as though offering herself to me.

And I was happy to take, take it all.

I licked up her cleavage and then circled first her right, then her left nipple. I wasn’t rough but I wasn’t gentle either and I was encouraged by her hands slotting into my hair and tugging.

I moaned, delighting in the candy-floss flavour of her skin.

‘Damian,’ she said again, as though knowing hearing her say it turned me on. ‘Damian.’

I straightened and caught her in my arms, spun her to the table, and plonked her arse on it. My phone skittered to the left, and a pen pot was knocked over.

I didn’t care.

‘These,’ I said, gripping the waistband of her knickers, ‘have to go.’

I yanked, my mind intent on only one thing – getting access.

The lace ripped at the seams and shredded.

She gasped and jerked.

‘I’ll buy you more.’ My cock was straining, fit to burst. Spending a few thousand on knickers suited me at this moment.

I stepped between her legs, and she wrapped them around my waist.

I positioned myself at her entrance. We’d fucked many times, in every position she could dream up. But this was different, this was me in charge. I’d chosen to put her on my desk and fuck her this way. I wasn’t going down on her, or following instructions, this was how I, my body, my greedy dick wanted it…now.

Small crescents of discomfort attacked my shoulders. I realised it was her fingernails digging into me as she waited for me to plunge.

‘Ah…yeah, baby…’ I grinned.

She was on edge, desperate for it, at my mercy.

I’ve longed for this. Without knowing it.

I cupped her nape, slid my other hand around her waist. In my arms like this, with her hot thighs around my torso, had there ever been a more perfect woman – anyone more perfect for me?

The dampness of her entrance kissed my glans. I pushed forward, just an inch, allowing the heat to surround my tip.

She moaned and clamped herself closer, her attention set on my eyes.

I stared at the blue flecks around her irises that had turned to the colour of the sky at midnight. Desire radiated between us. I could smell her arousal and mine. Heat surrounded us.

‘Do you want me?’ I asked.

Fuck, I can’t hold off much longer.

‘Yes.’

‘Tell me.’ I pressed my forehead to hers, our noses touching. ‘Tell me you want me, that you’re mine.’

‘I want you so much. Damian. It’s only you…I’m yours.’

‘And this is more than a game.’ I eased into her pussy, not full depth but enough to feel her tightness gripping my shaft.

‘Ahh…’ She breathed out. ‘Yes, more…more than a game…fuck me more.’

I gave in to it. I forged forwards, full depth, until my balls bashed up against her.

The desk creaked, the files shifted beneath her arse.

She buried her face in the curve of my neck and clung to me. I held her tighter and stilled, relishing the moment of claiming not just her pussy but also her.

For the first time I’d entered her on my terms. This was me fucking her. Taking her. Not that I hadn’t had fun before, being her fuck-toy, but now…now I was going to make her mine.

‘Jesus, you feel so good,’ I said into her hair.

She slid her hands around my back and pulled me closer still, so our chests were tightly lodged together.

‘Hold on,’ I whispered.

She did.

I withdrew, pushed back in. Set up a crazy, wild, primitive pace that drove the air from our lungs. I couldn’t get deep enough, go fast enough, get close enough. I was consumed by lust, by her. Everything else in my life, in the universe, faded away.

Tanya was all that existed.

Her desperate groans and grunts had my climax hovering. But I wanted her to come, too. I pressed my body over her clit each time I rode in, dragging on it, stimulating it.