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His hand slid over her ass and around to her slit. “I’ve made you wet.” His finger

slid inside her cunt, then rubbed over her clit. “Yes, I think you’re ready.”

Her body quivering, she tugged against the restraints as a climax quickly

approached. “You’re going to make me come, Master.” She hoped. If she didn’t come

soon or get fucked soon, she’d jump out of her skin.

“No, punish you.” He pulled his hand away. “And don’t come yet. Not until your

punishment is over.”

“Yes, Master.”

Jack picked up a flogger from the table and caressed her with the leather lashes

down her back and ass, making her shiver. “Relax. If you let go the pain can bring

pleasure.”

Her teeth were clamped shut, anticipating the first hard blow. Jack moved around

to the front of the bench and bent to kiss her. He used his tongue to part her lips and deepen the kiss. She moaned and relaxed. Then he stood, moved beside her and

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swatted her ass with the flogger. It hurt, a lot. She tensed and bit her lip, determined not to cry out. The tails of the flogger struck again and again, equally on each side until her skin burned. Briefly, he stopped and rubbed her ass.

“Hmmm. Turning a little pink now.” His fingers followed the curve of her hip,

slipping down the cleft of her ass and probed the opening of her anus with the tip of his finger. “How would you like it if I fucked you here?” He pressed a little harder but her sphincter muscle tightened. Her body jerked.

She didn’t know what to say to him, she didn’t want to call an end to their evening.

“I would love to take your ass like this but I can tell by the way you’re tensing,

you’re not quite ready for that. We won’t go there tonight. Another night then.”

“Yes, Master.” Her words sounded slurred to her.

The smacks of the flogger began again, she closed her eyes, floating with the pain,

feeling her heart throb in her temples. As the pain increased, her skin tingled and her clit swelled. Juices from her pussy dripped down her thighs. She couldn’t move. She

was trapped. The pounding in her head increased, not a headache, more like a head

rush. Any moment she was going to scream, “Fuck me, Jack”. It took all her willpower

to keep from crying out.

He walked over to the table and dropped the flogger, picked up a condom and

slipped it on.

Strapped down onto the bench, she felt helpless, completely under his control. A

flutter of panic rose to the surface. But then Jack moved in front of her, claiming her lips again, and kissed her until she gasped for breath. Watching him step back, she felt the heat build inside her and desperately craved his touch. She admired the rigid thickness of his cock and had to feel that fullness deep inside her. His hands slid over her back, her breasts, easing the tension from her body. “Let’s see how ready you are for me.”

His hand moved over her bottom and between her legs, then he plunged a finger

deep into her dripping cunt. “God, yes, Master.” She arched her back, tugging on the

restraints.

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“You’re ready for me to fuck you then?” He buried his finger deep. Her body

bucked.

“Yes, please fuck me, Master. I want you.” Every muscle in her body trembled with

need. Jack knelt on the bench between her legs and nudged the head of his cock at her entrance. Easing in just enough to open her cunt, he then stopped. Her pussy clenched, aching for all of him. She whimpered. Sweet torture. Restrained as she was, Dana’s

pleasure was completely under his control. “Please, Master. Fuck me deep.”

Grasping her hips, he eased in and out of her in small movements. Reaching around

her hip, he pressed his fingertips onto her engorged clit. The pressure was almost too much to bear but it felt so good. Then he thrust hard into her all the way to the hilt of his shaft.

Dana cried out. Her head spun. The restraints inhibited her ability to move,

heightening her pleasure. The pressure and slight movements on her clit and the

rhythmic thrusts of his cock sent her racing toward an orgasm. “Master, I’m going to

come soon.” She felt the tension building in her cunt. If he told her not to, she wasn’t sure how she could stop.

“Come for me, come for me now.” It was an order not a request, and the command

in his voice sent her over the edge.

She screamed as the waves of her climax radiated through her, the intensity more

powerful than any orgasm she could remember. “God, yes.”

When he let out a low groan, he grasped her hips, and she felt his cock pulsing in

her cunt. Moments later, he slipped his cock from her body and leaned over her back.

Gently, he stroked her body, shoulders, breasts and ass. His hands moved in slow,

sensuous touches. Her mind and body drifted as if she was floating on a raft in the

ocean.

She glanced at the black robe hanging on the wall and thought of the entertainers in

the forest. What were they doing in there? Was Jack a part of it? Could they be drawing her into some bizarre, evil thing? Or had she watched too many horror movies?

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“You’re so beautiful.” She heard Jack say, but he sounded far away now.

Someone was touching her between her legs and it felt good. Jack? Of course, it was

Jack. Were there more than two hands? Or was it her imagination? Shadows danced

around the room from the flickering flames. She imagined other people touching and

stroking her, bringing her closer to another climax. Almost there.

Her gaze fell upon the black robe again, and she wanted to get away from it. Were

there other people in the room? Dana tried to lift her arms, her legs, she couldn’t.

Trapped. Panic gripped her. She struggled against her restraints. She had to get out, get away from them.

Far away, she heard Jack’s voice, but she wasn’t sure what he said. Then the air was

sucked out of the room. She had to get out, now!

Then she remembered.

“Butter!”

Like a fire alarm, when Jack heard Dana’s safe word, he instantly yanked off the

Velcro straps two at a time, both wrists, then ankles and lifted her off the bench.

Searching around the room, he looked for a blanket, then cursed himself for forgetting that one item when he’d set up this scene.

Instead, he grabbed the black robe off the wall and wrapped her in it. Although she

struggled to get away, he scooped her in his arms, brought her over to the cushioned

lounger and cradled her onto his lap. He had to find out what went wrong, if he had

hurt her.

“Dana, you all right? Did I hurt you?” He held her close against his chest. Feeling

her body shake nearly broke his heart.

“No, Jack, you didn’t hurt me. In fact, I was enjoying it. I don’t know why I freaked all of a sudden. I’m sorry.”

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Relieved, he chuckled as he stroked her hair. “No need to be sorry. That’s why we

have a safe word. Hold still, let me take the nipple clamps off. This might hurt a bit.”

As he loosened the first clamp, she sucked in air. “Ow!”

“One more.”

“Damn, that hurts.”

“I think you might’ve reached sub space, and it scared you.” He took off the other

one and gently rubbed the circulation back into her sensitive tips. “Better?”

She nodded and leaned her head against his chest. “Subspace?”

“It’s like a light trance. Your perception can be altered and it can be disorienting.”

“That must explain it then.” She frowned.

His guts were twisting in knots. How the hell did he lose control of the scene? “You

have to be honest with me. What was I doing, or what were you thinking that made you

panic?”

“Nothing.” Squirming out of his lap, she stood, picked up her clothes from the chair

and got dressed. “I didn’t panic. It just got to be too much I guess. Maybe this lifestyle isn’t right for me.”

Jack didn’t say anything for a moment. He pulled on his pants. “I disagree, I can tell by how you were responding but that’s something you have to decide for yourself. I

think there was something else bothering you.”

As he hung up the robe, she turned away and started up the stairs. “I have to go.”

“Stop, Dana, hang on.” He slipped on his shoes and chased after her, catching her

halfway up the stairs. Turning her in his arms, he raised her chin. “Please tell me what happened.” He saw fear in her eyes.
What the hell went wrong?

“What are the black robes about? Why do the others go into the forest? Where are

they going? I saw the robe in your closet. Are you in some kind of cult?” Her voice had a dream-like slur to it.

“It’s not a cult.”

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“They looked like a bunch of Druids or something. It’s pretty freaky.”

He nodded. He was beginning to understand. “The robe spooked you.”

“Yeah.”

“The people in this town are very conservative, but they respect Celtic rituals. If

they were to see people entering the woods in black robes, they wouldn’t think twice.”

“Is that what Damon, Shannon and the others are doing, Celtic rituals?”

“They’re going to a private club called Unfettered. It’s like an invitation-only BDSM

club. The robes hide their fetish outfits, which might cause some concern with the

neighbors. Bad publicity for the dinner show. The robes are for privacy, nothing overly mysterious. Maybe a little.”

She let out a breath. “Have you been to this club?”

“Yes, once you’ve been there, you’re welcome to return.”

“Were you going to ask me there?”

“If you were receptive to it.”

She glanced away, unable to meet his gaze. “Not now though.” The sadness and

disappointment in her voice were unmistakable.

“Maybe we went too fast. I know we’ve talked online, but we really don’t know

each other that well.” He gave her a hug. “Come on. Let me pack up and I’ll take you

back to your cottage.”

She stood her ground. “So that’s it? What if I want to try this again? What if I want to go to Unfettered?”

“It’s more intense than the scene in the dungeon. This lifestyle isn’t for everyone

and that’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay,” she snapped at him. “I don’t know enough about a D/s

relationship yet. And I want to learn more.”

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“I’ve never had anyone…call a safe word before.” He was going to say freak out

during a session but held his tongue. “I should’ve seen your discomfort before it went too far. That’s my fault, my failing. You don’t know enough yet to know when to quit.”

Concern creased her brow, then she smiled, put her arms around his neck and

kissed him. “Thank you for being protective of me. Clearly I was aroused during the

session. I just need us to try again.”

He groaned. “We will then. If you can surrender as my slave, I’ll help you find

ecstasy beyond your wildest fantasies.”

“So you’ll take me to Unfettered?” The thought of a forbidden place even more

wicked than the dungeon made her horny again.

“No, you’re not ready for Unfettered.”

She turned and started up the stairs.

“Dana, stop!”

She couldn’t ignore the command in his voice. Turning around, she spoke calmly.

“Jack, I’ll trust you to make that decision but tonight I’d rather go to my cottage alone.”

“That’s fine, but I’m walking you back. Wait for me to pack up.”

Her shoulders slumped and she sat down on the steps. “Okay. I’ll wait.”

Back in the dungeon, Jack stuffed all the sex toys and devices on the table into a

duffle bag. He made sure everything was cleaned up. The fire would burn out soon, so

that was safe, but not the fire burning within him. He knew he would be Dana’s Master, if only she’d let go of her inhibitions. He pushed aside other thoughts that might be causing her fears and hesitations—like his own failing in past D/s relationships.

Damn it, he knew how to reach her. He could master her.

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Over the next several weeks, Jack introduced Dana to many aspects of a D/s

relationship. During their sessions and lovemaking, she discovered a deeper level of

sensuality and pleasure she hadn’t expected. By the end of August, she was considering the possibility of staying on in Ireland, but the email from her old boss caught her off guard. It dropped a gloomy shadow over her entire summer. She’d been avoiding the

actual decision of what she would do after the musician job ended. Safe and secure had always been her way, and now the email only made the decision harder. He was

offering her a raise and a new position if she returned as planned to her job in the

security company by September first.

A text message from her friend Karen said she couldn’t wait to see Dana or hear

about her summer. As much as she loved Ireland and was falling for Jack, she was also feeling homesick. Was she like a kid on summer break trying to hang onto a foolish

dream by considering relocating to Ireland? That was a huge decision and not very

practical.

The idea of leaving Jack was painful but there wasn’t much she could do. She had

less than two weeks before her return flight. Jack had offered suggestions on where she might find work, but the prospects weren’t hopeful. The security company was the

logical choice. Her father was right, performing as a harpist wasn’t a real job, it was a hobby, something she should be proud of, but still a hobby, not something she could

make a career on. She should stop acting like a gypsy and get her act together. What she and Jack had was a hot summer romance, nothing more.