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“I—
They
said I would be safe with you. I trust them, so yes, I
trust you.”

“Excellent.”
His eyes mesmerized her until she couldn’t, wouldn’t, look away. “Then we
begin.”

Her
gaze tracked him as he walked to the center of the room, motioning for her to
follow him. “Before I open the deck of cards I want you to remove all of your
clothing.” His gaze flicked to her feet.
“Except for those
shoes.”

“Yes,
Master.”

“I
always like to lay everything out for my subs the first time we play together.
To begin with I prefer Sir rather than Master as the honorific.”

“Sir,”
she repeated.
“Yes, Sir.”

He
focused his eyes intently on her face. “Is that insolence, sub?”

“No,
Sir.” She bit her lower lip. “Well, perhaps a little,” she teased. Damn! Kelly
had always told her that streak of impudence would get her in trouble.

“If
it is, you know you will need to be severely punished.”

Oh, yes. Please.

“Or
perhaps that is the goal. We’ll see.” He paused.
“Next thing.
I expect absolute obedience from my sub at all times. No matter what we are
doing. Is that clear? If it is, nod your head.”

He
dropped lithely into an armchair set to the side, rested one ankle on the
opposite knee, and tore open the wrapping on the cards. But his eyes never left
her. They had barely had a conversation. He hadn’t asked her any questions
except for her safe word, although she was sure Tanner had filled him in on her
history and sexual desires. But she felt connected to him in some mystical
way,
as if they’d known each other forever and they were
only playing at being strangers. Odd, because she’d never had that feeling with
any Dom before, even the ones she talked with at length before their first
session together. Kelly had told her, with a secret
smile, that
was the way it had been with her and Tanner. Was lightning about to strike
twice in the same club?

Slowly
she unbuttoned her short cutaway vest, opened it, and let it slide down her
arms to the floor. She had chosen to forego a bra so she was left naked from
the waist, up. The moment his eyes focused on her breasts her nipples hardened
into painful points and her breasts ached with need. She swallowed and slid
down the side zipper on the skirt that barely covered her pussy. A flick of her
wrist and it joined her vest on the floor. That left her in the sexy sandals
and the tiniest red thong.

When
she hooked her thumbs in the elastic at the sides he held up his hand.

“Come
closer. I want to do that.”

He
placed both feet on the floor, legs apart and motioned for Nia to stand between
them. As soon as she did he ran his hands lazily over her body, palming her
breasts then pinching her nipples.
Soft at first, then harder,
and harder until he noticed her first flinch of pain.

“Sensitive nipples.
Excellent.
I have just the thing
for them.”

She
knew he expected silence so she stood mutely as he continued to follow the dips
and contours of her flesh, sketching her with his fingers. When he came to the
thong he tugged it until the elastic rested low at her hips,
then
ran his fingers down the hot crease between the globes of her ass. Unexpectedly
he pinched each rounded cheek, hard, as he’d done with her nipples. Moisture
flooded her cunt and trickled to the inside of her thighs.

Lust
burned in Blackjack’s eyes at her response. “Are you a pain junkie, Queen of
Hearts? Does pain turn you on?”

She
nodded, once.

“Good.
I understand there are some interesting cards in this deck relating to methods
of pain.” He continued to draw the thong down her legs until it reached her ankles.
His eyes took in every inch of her pussy, naked except for a carefully trimmed
line of curls on each lip. Blackjack carefully stroked one finger down each row
then dipped his finger into her slit. When he removed it he brought it to his
mouth and licked it very slowly.

Her
entire body clenched at the sight. Heat surged through her, warming her pussy
even more and sending tiny electrical charges to her nipples.

“You’re
a delicious treat. I expect to taste a lot more of you before the evening
is
over. You may discard the thong now.”

Balancing
so she didn’t tumble off her high heels, she stepped out of the miniscule piece
of lingerie and kicked it to the side.
  

Blackjack
removed the cards from their box, riffled them twice then shuffled them.

“Time to set the game, sub.
Some people like to go through
the deck one time and remove all the cards representing things totally
unacceptable. Then each person gets to select from what’s left. The way I
prefer is to each make our selections first time around and discard the rest.”

She
wet her lips again. “Whatever pleases you,
Sir.
”

“Good.
I will allow you to make the first selections.” He pulled over a small table
next to the chair and set the cards on it. “Cut them. Then I’ll deal. But
choose wisely.”

After
he separated the pile at almost exactly the halfway mark Blackjack began
turning over the cards one at a time. The third card was a woman on her knees,
hands cuffed behind her, feet spread wide with a stretcher bar. A man stood
beside
her applying a flogger with rubber tips. A surge of
desire coursed through her at the memory of the exquisite pain those tips
created.

“That
one,” she nodded.

He
set the card aside, then continued turning them over. When he came to one with
a woman stretched on a St. Andrews Cross, face up, weights attached to her
nipples and clit, a man applying an electric wand she pointed again. And again
Blackjack set it aside. By the time they’d gone through the deck she’d also
chosen one with the single tail whip, a short but wide paddle, and a stainless
steel butt plug with a place to include liquid that would give the tissues a
pleasant burn.

“Interesting
choices,” he commented.
“All right.
My
turn.”

She
studied each of the cards he selected and set on top of her choices—a woman on
a spanking bench; a woman stretched out by a wall, arms upraised, legs wide
apart, manacles on ankles and wrists, a large plug in her butt and the edge of
a vibrator extending from her cunt; a woman on her knees, hands cuffed behind
her while she wrapped her lips around her Master’s cock.

“Only
three?’ she asked, then realized she’d spoken without permission.

A
slow grin spread over Blackjack’s face.

“Impudence again.
I think we need to attend to that.” He picked up the card
depicting the rubber-tipped flogger. “We’ll begin with this.”

Nia’s
pussy was dripping, her pussy throbbed with need, and she eagerly anticipated
the rush of endorphins the pain would release in her body. She could hardly
wait to begin.

Chapter Two

For
the first time in a long time, Jack “Blackjack” Blackwell was having a problem
keeping his shit together. The plan had been simple. Pop into San Antonio for a
few days on business, hook up with his old friend Tanner Sloat, score a guest
pass at whatever club Tanner now belonged to, and spend a couple of nights
satisfying his urges as a Dom. All he was looking for was a chance to play with
someone new before he headed back to Dallas. Relieve the tension of countless
long days of grueling business meetings.

 
He’d been shocked the first time he realized
how much he enjoyed the kinky side of sex.
Administering
pain, seeing a sub enjoy the effects of it.
The rush of pheromones
through her system and the physical effects were
unignorable
across her flesh.
The adrenaline rush—for her as she embraced
the pain and for himself as he administered and knew it was giving her
pleasure.
Having someone trust him enough to put
herself completely under his control.
Knowing he had that power, a power
he never abused, always gave him a rush.

He
enjoyed being unattached, spending his playtime at the club where he was a
member. The few times he’d tried to form a relationship it had sputtered and
died. He’d begun to wonder if he just wasn’t cut out for anything permanent.
Would he want to live the lifestyle twenty-four/seven?
Only
at home?
In the clubs?
He’d seen other couples
embrace it, but somehow he’d always had the feeling he’d lose who he was if he
committed to only one person.

When
Tanner told him about Club Fantasy and their new shtick, the Cut the Cards
game, he was intrigued. What a great way for both a Dom and his sub to find out
right from the start what their preferences were and be able to get right to
it. Tanner and his sub, Kelly—who he had recently collared—had a friend
visiting that they planned to bring to the club with them. Someone they thought
he’d enjoy.

Enjoy?
He didn’t know if he wanted to get tangled up in that. What if it turned out
badly?
If the session was a disaster in some way?
Wouldn’t it endanger his friendship with Tanner? But then they’d introduced him
to the Queen of Hearts and every part of his body went on high alert.

Holy shit!

The
minute he laid eyes on her something inside him flared to life, something
totally unexpected. Something he wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with at this point
in his life. That elusive something, a combination of the physical and
emotional, zipped around him like an electrical field. And that was before
they’d even entered the private room.

Now,
as he sat in his chair and looked at her, he wondered if the hand of fate he’d
always made fun of had finally touched him. If the magic that Tanner had found
with Kelly was whispering over him. When he looked at the cards she’d chosen,
all of them representing intense pain in one form or another, something sizzled
in his blood. If tonight turned out the way he thought it might, he was in such
trouble. This was just supposed to be a one-
nighter
.
He didn’t even know where she lived or how he’d see her again.

First things
first.

“I
don’t expect we’ll get through all of these.” He’d be exhausted if they did. He
picked up the card depicting the rubber-tipped flogger. “I think we’ll start
here.
On your knees, sub, facing away from me.
Hands behind your back.”

When
she dropped into position his cock swelled and pressed against the fabric of
his slacks and an ache gripped his balls. Slowly he walked to the cabinet on
the wall, opened it, and selected the things he needed. When he knelt beside
her to fasten the handcuffs, he stroked his hand over her again, her smooth
skin carried the scent of fresh flowers and teased at his senses. He was silent
while he clicked the cuffs into place and when he pushed her legs apart so he
could fasten the manacles on the spreader bar around her ankles.

She
tottered a little, off-balance because of the position. He threaded his fingers
through the silk of her hair and guided her head down so her forehead touched
the floor. She’d be better stabilized this way but also more vulnerable. He
loved that vulnerability, and it struck him that he enjoyed it even more with
this woman he barely knew than any of his other previous playmates.

He
was about to be in big trouble.

Without
any warning he struck her ass cheek with the flat of his hand, low on the
curve. She jerked slightly but the sound she made was a moan of pleasure. His
cock flexed in response. Sliding his fingers down through the hot crevice he
reached her pussy and thrust two fingers inside. Jesus! She was soaked. When he
slid his fingers out
he
rubbed them along the length
of her slit, pinching her clit from behind.

With
other subs there was always an understanding. He gave them what they craved and
they did the same for him.
A fair exchange.
But with
his Queen he felt a build-up of connectedness, a bonding growing stronger in
just a few moments. As her trust became more and more evident, the strength of
the power exchange grew deeper. This was more than he’d ever felt even with
subs he played with frequently. When he finally fucked her tonight, finally let
himself have his own release, he had a feeling his entire life would be on the
verge of change.

Focusing
on the moment, he delivered another smack to her buttocks, and another,
enjoying both the manner in which the red of the heat spread across her skin
and the little cries of pleasure that puffed from her mouth. She made no
attempt to move away from the contact. Rather, she somehow adjusted her body in
its awkward position so her ass was higher, more accessible. He had to restrain
himself from bending down and licking the hot flesh.

Instead
he picked up the flogger, gave two more slaps to her ass, and immediately
applied the flogger to her buttocks. The hard rubber tips did their job,
stinging the flesh where they landed. His Queen cried out and tried to squeeze
her thighs together, but the spreader bar prevented it. Blackjack was good at
this, at knowing just how to space the blows, how hard to swing the instrument,
how many blows to deliver. Again he struck her ass, then her thighs, then back
to her ass. He teased himself as well as her by
pausing
every two or three strikes to slide his hand over her reddened skin and his
fingers into her cunt. He hadn’t thought it possible for her to get any wetter
but by now she was dripping. Her walls clutched at him, vibrating against his
touch.

“Do
you want to come, sub?”

She
drew in a long breath, nodded her head, and whispered, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes,
I want to come, Sir.”

He
cupped her pussy with his palm. “Not yet. We’ve hardly begun.” He pinched her
clit and was rewarded with another of those little pleasurable sounds.

He
still struggled to understand why he was trying to make more of this than just
the one night. When he hooked up with subs in his home club they enjoyed each
other for the time they were together and the only thing he worried about was
making sure his sub was as satisfied as he was at the end of the session. But
with this woman he felt a difference, had from the first moment he saw her. He
was gripped with an overwhelming need to excel, to make this special.

Backing
away from her he unzipped his fly and took a moment to squeeze his cock, trying
to appease its demands. It wouldn’t do for his release to explode before he was
ready.

Then,
tucking his shaft back into his slacks he knelt beside his Queen, running his
hand over the smooth surface of her skin from her spine to her glowing buttocks
to her reddened thighs. She trembled beneath his touch, her breathing still
choppy and escalated after the spanking and the flogger. He released the
catches on the spreader and pushed it away, so tempted to just kneel behind her
and plunge into her, fucking her like some stallion in heat. His famous
self-control was fast eroding, shredded by the unexpected impact of this woman.
He wasn’t even sure he would survive this evening.

Get your act together
.

He
removed the handcuffs and rubbed the muscles of her arms to ease the strain.
What next?
If he wasn’t going to last a lot longer, what card
would he choose?
He rested his hand on the slope of her
buttocks,
while she quivered beneath his touch He was amazed
and pleased at how completely she embraced the pain.

Okay, make this good, jackass.
Make it good for her and maybe, just maybe, she’ll see you again.
If she’s in town any longer.

He
helped her to her feet, studying her face for any signs he’d pushed her too far,
too quickly. But one look into her eyes told him he’d been right in his
original assessment. She was really into pain. He’d have to be very careful
with his next choice. He was sure she wanted the St. Andrews Cross but he
wanted to save that for another time.

Another time?
There it was again.
The intense urge to
see her again even before this night was over.
Where had that come from?

They’d
never get through all those cards tonight. He’d be lucky if he lasted one more
game. With that in mind he looked at the cards on the table, studying them
carefully before selecting the one depicting the spanking bench. As he
expected, she looked over at the Cross then back at him.

“We’ll
save that, shall we?”

In
a shaky voice she said, “Yes, Sir.”

He
led her to the well-padded spanking bench against one wall and helped her up
onto it. Carefully constructed just for this purpose it was covered in
butter-soft leather with places for her head to rest and her breasts to hang
free. He took his time easing those mounds into the openings made for them,
kneading and caressing them as he did so. Unable to resist, he pinched each
nipple, hard, as he’d done before.

“Does
that feel good, sub?”

“Yes, Sir.”
She ran her tongue over her lower lip, a little habit he’d
noticed that teased his already painfully hard cock.

In
response he pinched them again, holding on a little longer this time. He had
something specific in mind for this that would ramp things up a little. But
first he had to finish arranging her to his liking. Satisfied that her breasts
were in place, he made sure her head rested comfortably on the pillow beneath
it. Extending the armrests to either side, he fastened the lined leather cuffs
on them around her wrists.

“I
know you wanted the St. Andrews Cross,” he told her “but I see how easily you
take yourself into subspace. I’m not ready for you to go that deep tonight. I
don’t know how we’ll manage, but I hope we’ll have time together again. We’ll
save it for then. But I hope to make it up to you with this.” He slapped each
cheek of her ass again. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

When
he tested her pussy this time she shivered at his touch and tightened her
thighs against his hand, attempting to trap it there. He spanked her buttocks
with his free hand, chuckling over her eagerness.

“I
can tell you want to come, but you know we’re not even close to my giving you
permission yet. Nod your head if you understand me.” When she bobbed her head,
he swallowed a smile. Damn, she was hot. And he was more aroused than he’d been
in a long time. Usually it took him the entire time of the play session to get
to the point he was at now. He wasn’t sure how long
he
would be able to hold off here.

Opening
the cupboard again he removed a short paddle, a small bottle of oil and two
nipple clamps with weights attached. Kneeling to give himself access, he placed
one clamp on each pebbled bud, tightening it until the flesh swelled and turned
dark. The weights dragged each one down, increasing her discomfort. When he
looked at her face again he could tell she was well into subspace now. Good.
Excellent.
He wanted her to be there, the place where she
gave him complete trust. Where whatever happened to her was completely in his
hands and she had handed that privilege to him. It was a key element in a good
D/s relationship, even a transient one. He hoped this one would carry over into
more than just tonight.

One step at a
time.

He
was ready to move forward with this card trick.

 
Pouring some of the oil into his palm, he
warmed it with his hands before applying it to her skin.

“I
like the feel of your body beneath my touch.” He bent his head so his mouth was
close to her ear. “I’d like to stripe you all over with that flogger then rub
spicy lotion into every place it struck. Have you done that before? Felt the
extra sting from the lotion? Felt it all the way through your body?”

“Yessss,”
She hissed the word, her legs moving restlessly on the bench.