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His cock pressed hard against her back.
This isn’t just
about me. This is turning him on.

He got both wrists attached and bent down to attach her
ankles. She managed to get a kick in and felt an odd mixture of pride and
regret. She didn’t want to kick him in the face, but she was glad she got a
lick in. He jerked her ankle back in place and bound it fast. Within a few
seconds she couldn’t move either foot other than to twitch. She couldn’t quite
reach her heel to the ground either, which made her feel even more vulnerable.

He slid his hand between her legs and probed her wet pussy.
She couldn’t do anything to stop him. “You were close, weren’t you?”

Bastard.
“Yes, you know I was, Sir.”

“I like that.” He wrapped an arm halfway around her waist,
pulling her from the cross a few inches, and then slid his hand across her
mound until his finger reached her clit. Probing from behind, stroking from the
front, he soon had her as aroused as she’d been on the chair. Her breathing got
louder. That and the motions of his fingers made the only sound.

Then both hands were gone and he slapped her ass hard enough
to sting.

“Close,” he said, “but not over. Not yet.”

She growled but said nothing. She couldn’t think of anything
she could say she wouldn’t get in trouble for. He knew how close she was.

He flicked a flogger against her backside and she knew it
was the one without the knots without looking. “You need a warm-up before you
can take the one you want,” he told her. “Trust me.”

“I do.” And she did. She closed her eyes and lost herself in
the thudding pressure of the flogger. He alternated between her butt and her
back, gradually making her feel warmer wherever it touched. Her pussy already
felt warm and wet.

“The braided cat will bruise you, Teresa. When you walk
outside after, everyone will be able to see the marks on your ass. Natalie
might wince at the thought of what put them there. But everyone will know that
I
put them there, and that you took them for me. And when you sit down, you’ll
wonder why you did.”

“I think I’ll know why, Sir.”

“Why?”

“Because it turns both of us on.”

“Simple, isn’t it?”

“Yes Sir.”

There was only a brief pause, and then something heavy
struck her back. The other flogger. He hadn’t swung it with nearly the force,
but it still stung in spots. There were too many spots to sort it out, to say
this part hurt and this part didn’t. He flung it against her back again and she
pressed up against the frame in reaction, and then rolled her shoulders back
for another.

Soon she felt like as though she was dancing, undulating in
response to the flogger as it hurt, then receded to the point she wanted the
hurt again. He wasn’t swinging it at anything close to full power, she knew,
but that didn’t change the fact that her body was under
his
power. It
stung but she didn’t think he was leaving a mark either, despite his earlier
statement. The more he flogged her, the more she wanted to be marked as his.
She felt a haze coming over her, and this time she tried to fight it back. Even
though the experience of pain sending her flying was pleasurable, she had the
sense that there was more to feel, and she didn’t want to miss it.

The flogging stopped. He put his hand on her back and it
felt cool. Or maybe her back was that feverish. Both were believable.

“Now, Teresa, I mark you.”

Uh-oh. “Yes Sir,” she said, even though didn’t feel horribly
verbal.

The flogger came around suddenly on her ass, a sideways
blow. Each knot felt like a nail for a moment, sending bright stinging pain.
She screamed, and the sharpness of it faded but not the pain. She pressed up
against the frame, but that didn’t make it go away. His hand still on her back,
she felt him move from the left of her to the right. He was going to strike her
again. Hell, he was going to do it as often as he wanted.
Pineapple.
But
she didn’t say it. Instead, slowly, she pushed her ass back.

Knowing what to expect didn’t stop her from making noise.
She cried out, but felt a drugged rush as the endorphins kicked in. He swung
the flogger again, but it felt lighter. Maybe it was. Maybe she didn’t care
anymore. Each time it touched her, the same places seemed to ache all over
again. He moved and swung again and again until she lost count and it all
blurred together in one delicious rush. She knew he was right, that it would
all hurt later. Right now it was heaven.

His hand left her back and stroked her pussy instead. The
flogger dropped to the floor, replaced by a hand spanking her on the lower part
of her bottom, compressing the tender flesh and confusing her about where it
hurt. His fingers entered her easily, almost without friction, but she could
feel him stretching her. A wave of pleasure rippled through her, as if hinting
at what was to come.

He moved his hand around to finger her clit, much as he had
before he started flogging her. He pressed against her backside, his cock hard,
but this time it hurt, pushing into soft, bruised flesh. The frame was
unyielding on the other side.
What if he rubbed himself against me, like I
was against him, getting himself off by moving against my bruises. My pain for
his pleasure. I would take that.

The pain felt so good, it didn’t even seem as though it
would be a sacrifice. But if it was, she was sure she’d do it. She rocked up
against him, trying to feel all he had done to her. Her pussy ached. Each
stroke of his finger on her clit wound her tighter and tighter, as if she were
a toy that he would sometimes let go to spasm across the room.

His toy.

“Now, pet,” he whispered, and then kissed her neck softly.
He thrust his fingers inside her once more, and wiggled another on her clit,
and the tension inside her released explosively. Her pussy clenched around his
hand and her limbs jerked, but they couldn’t go anywhere because the cuffs held
her fast to the frame. He held her against it too, and it seemed as if all the
energy that might go elsewhere stayed somehow between her legs. She pulsed
around his fingers over and over, feeling as if it were going on forever.

For a few long minutes he held her and she caught her
breath. He slid his hands between her and the frame, placing one on her tummy
and cupping a breast with the other. She felt as if she were floating, but some
bit of consciousness tugged at her. “What about your pleasure, Sir?”

“If I fuck you like this, it will hurt,” he said softly.

She twisted to look at him. “I could suck you off. Or bring
you off with my hands, and you could mark me as your territory a different way.
Did you leave a mark this time, Master?”

“Yes. Several.” He kissed her neck lightly. “You never
called me that before, pet.”

“It’s not like I haven’t thought it.”

“I will take you up on those offers sometime—but now, right
now, I’m going to fuck you. Not in spite of the fact that it will give you
pain, but because of it. Because I’m your Master, and I’ll take you as I want,
when I want.”

Smiling, she closed her eyes again. “Yes, Master.”

He shucked off his shorts and slid his sheathed cock into
her a moment later. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. She grabbed the
edge of the frame tightly. He was right. Each time he thrust forward, he
slapped against her ass and it stung. The haze had faded and she felt she
could, if her hands had been free, point a finger to each and every bruise on
her backside.

He slid in slowly a couple of times, and out, and back in.
Then he leaned forward and whispered fiercely, “Mine.”

There wasn’t time to say “yours” back before he thrust in
hard, pressing her against the frame. And again, and again. Each time her
bottom yelped, but with each thrust she could hear his breathing quicken and
grow more uneven. She felt him swell inside her. This wasn’t about her pleasure
or even her pain. It was about him. She gave him a squeeze and rocked in time
with him. He thrust in her violently again, driving in deep, and a wave of
pleasure rippled through her as he erupted inside her.

He pulsed inside her and then held her. She wished she could
hold him back, but he could arrange that if he wanted to. Strange, to find it
was better having it be his decision than to get what she wanted. In a minute
he unstrapped her and she had her wish anyway. She wrapped her arms around his
shoulders while he carried her toward a chair in the corner. Soft and comfy and
brown, it had hardly registered when she scanned the room before. Now it was
perfect because she could be there and be in his arms at the same time. They
kissed each other long and deep.

Then they cuddled. She found a way to sit that didn’t put
pressure on her bottom.
I can get a kick out of feeling the marks some other
time.
Right now she was happy where she was. He seemed to be too, from the
soft smile on his face and the way he held her, unmoving.
We must be right.
I think we are just right for each other.

In a few more minutes, she realized he was asleep. She knew
how precious that was for him to feel that relaxed around her. She laid her
head on his chest and closed her eyes.

Sleep well, Master.

A week later

“You’re going where?” asked Tom.

“Berlin,” repeated Kyle.

The four men sat around the dining room table enjoying
generous helpings of ham and eggs fixed by Carter. Kyle wasn’t sure what
Natalie and Teresa were up to, but if they didn’t come down soon their food
would be cold.

“Teresa has to go to Berlin to look for places to shoot a
movie. They want East Berlin neighborhoods that still look the way they did
before the wall came down. Apparently there are places where you can still see
damage on the buildings from World War II. But for the most part the better
neighborhoods have been renovated, so Teresa’s going to be slumming. I’m her
bodyguard.”

“Sounds like you’re hooked,” said Carter. “When’s the last
time you left the island?”

“Just a month ago, to visit my sister Kimberley in Sydney.”

“Okay, okay. Other than to visit your sisters or to get food
from Cairns.”

Kyle shrugged. Maybe it had been a couple of years. He liked
being alone or with his friends. And now he liked being alone with Teresa. He
wasn’t going to apologize for his preferences just because Carter was an
extrovert. “The thing is, I’m doing it now. We leave tomorrow.”

“Do you think you’ll be available for our next Submission
Island retreat in October?” asked Roger. Everyone turned to look at him.

That was a month away. Submissive women signed up for the
retreats for a week or two of domination and sex—no strings attached. For three
years now the four single Doms had run the resort as much for enjoyment as for
profit. In fact, they probably lost money on the deal. It had been a blast, the
part of his life he’d looked forward to most. But he knew what Roger was
asking—was he free to dominate another woman?

“No,” he said, and was surprised at how satisfying it was to
give the answer. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that.”

He expected Roger to be annoyed, but Roger gave a slight
smile, adding to his suspicion that Roger had set up the whole thing from the
start. Kyle supposed he wasn’t going to be complaining. Carter grinned. Even
Tom didn’t look too upset, although he was clearly annoyed.

“You’re in though, Tom? Right?” Roger asked.

“Yep.”

“Good. I was afraid that Sergeant Kelly had stolen you away.
It’s doable with two of us, but I wasn’t going to try all by myself.” Tom had
spent a few days in Cairns the last week.

Tom nodded. “I haven’t been able to get in touch with her
since I got back, actually. Thought she was interested, but I guess not. Even
if she was though, I’m not about to get myself hooked like these two fish.”

“Don’t knock it until you try it. Anyway, I’m out too,” said
Carter. “I’ll be with Natalie.” He looked past Kyle toward the stairs. Kyle
turned around, footsteps alerting him that his own love was there too.

Natalie wore a black vinyl dress with a scooped-out neck and
a dangerously high hemline, but Kyle barely noticed her. Teresa wore a
hunter-green bathrobe, tied with a sash in the middle. Both women walked toward
their men.

Kyle and Carter both rose, apparently having the same
thought. The girls needed food. But Tom got up too and waved them to their
seats. “Don’t worry, I’ll get their breakfast.” He glanced at Roger. “Another
round of cribbage?”

“Looks like,” Roger agreed, rising. “Try to make this one
close, will you?”

“If you’ve got an issue with winning by too much,” Tom said,
“we could play some chess instead.”

“I think I fancy your odds in cribbage more than my odds in
chess,” Roger said, following Tom into the kitchen.

Kyle put his arm around Teresa’s waist once she got in
range. “You know I never get tired of doing this.”

Teresa smiled. “I know. I wonder if I’ll ever get used to
letting you.”

“I’m kind of hoping it always gives you the shivers.” He
reached out and undid the sash on her robe, and then helped it off her
shoulders. The robe was a compromise. Teresa didn’t like walking around naked
all the time, and he enjoyed seeing her body. So when he wasn’t there, she was
allowed to wear the robe, which was quick enough to remove.

He let his gaze travel over her breasts, her stomach and then
down farther. “You shaved,” he said.

“As directed, Master. Natalie gave me some tips on how to
stop it from feeling itchy.”

“It’s lovely. You’re lovely. Thank you.” He leaned over and
kissed her on her smooth mound. “Now turn and let me see how your marks are
doing.”

She turned and bent over, placing her hands on her knees for
balance. She’d pouted when the little round bruises from the braided cat had
faded and so they’d played with a cane the previous morning. The lines across
her bottom were still raised, although the red had faded to purple and brown.
He traced them with his finger.
She wants this as much as I do. Maybe more.
I’m the luckiest man in the world.

He looked at the way her pussy lips pouted from between her
legs in that position. He let his fingers wander and was pleased to find she
was wet.

“Breakfast,” said Tom, putting a plate down on the table
near Teresa and then another one in front of where Natalie was sitting next to
Carter. “If you’re ever going to let her eat it.”

“Sit on my lap, love,” Kyle ordered. She’d need her food.
She’d need her energy for their last day of fun on the island. And besides, he
enjoyed watching her sit down when her bottom was sore.

She sat down gingerly and then gave a start when she made
contact before forcing herself to settle down. He placed an arm across her lap
to hold her there, his hand resting on her thigh. He wanted to slide his
fingers inside her and pinch her nipples into hardness. But he suspected that
wasn’t the best thing for digestion. He could be patient when it was called
for. Instead he dragged her plate closer.

“What did you two talk about, anyway?” he asked. “I can’t
believe that whole time was spent talking about shaving. Or doing it, even.”

“Nope. I was showing Natalie my marks, Master, and talking
about them.” Teresa grinned over at the other woman, who was already attacking
her eggs. Carter had stood up and moved behind her, giving her a shoulder
massage.

Natalie smiled at Teresa, but Kyle was surprised that she
included him in the smile as well. He had never gotten the feeling Natalie
liked him very much—and perhaps that was entirely reasonable. He’d been paired
with another woman while Natalie was on the Submission Island retreat and he
tended to stay pretty focused. Possibly he’d even been rude. He’d also gotten
the definite impression that Natalie had been put off with the intensity of the
play he preferred.

“I think maybe she wants some of her own.”

“Um, I’m not sure I’d got that far,” said Natalie, looking
up at Carter nervously.

“I said I
think
,” Teresa said.

Carter leaned over and kissed Natalie behind the ear. “We’ll
work it out in private,” he said. “No peer pressure.”

“Anyway, Natalie was under the impression you’re mean, evil
and sadistic.” Teresa kissed him and then cut up a piece of ham and paired it
with a bit of egg on her fork.

“And you corrected her?”

“Of course, Master. I told her you weren’t mean.” Teresa
giggled and then filled her mouth with food.

He laughed. “Glad we have that straight. God, I love you.”

Teresa chewed her food and made motions in front of her
mouth with her hand. She’d taken a rather big mouthful. But when she finished
chewing she gave him the best smile ever. “I love you too, Master.”