“Yes, Sir. I give my consent for you to fuck my pussy with your fingers, tongue, cock, or any combination of the three.”

  “Excellent,” he said. “We’ll save anal for another time. Now I want you to take your jeans off, then lean against the counter, and with one finger push your panties to the side and show me how wet you are.”

  “I should tell you one thing first, Sir.” She walked a few steps over to the counter.

  He lifted an eyebrow. “What is that?”

  She took her jeans down while she spoke, all the while watching him with eyes that seemed to laugh. “I’m not wearing panties.”

  His mouth went dry when faced with the knowledge that, indeed, the only thing to be found underneath Ronnie’s jeans was Ronnie herself.

  Obviously pleased with the way she’d caught him off guard, she stepped out of her jeans and leaned against the counter. Still watching him, she dragged her finger between her legs, letting out a moan that shot straight to his dick as she did so. “I’m so wet, Sir.”

  She was. Even if he overlooked the obvious evidence on her finger, there was more glistening from between her parted legs. He felt himself losing control of the situation. Ever so slowly, it was slipping away. He needed to take it back and do so definitively.

  He made his way to her carefully, and she watched, taking in his every move. From each step he took to the slight movement of his chest as he breathed, she noticed.

  She’d become, quite unintentionally on her part, he realized, the prey. Or more to the point, she’d become his prey. Her eyes widened as he came even closer, and he knew in that second that her body saw him as her predator, even if her mind had yet to accept it wholly.

  “So wet.” He stood before her and ran a finger along the inside of her thigh and traced it to where he found her arousal on the outside of her folds. “And yet so naughty at the same time.”

  “But—” she started before he placed his finger over her lips.

  “Clean them,” he said, pleased when she did as he asked. “Good girl. Now the time for you to speak has passed. Unless I ask you a question, you are to remain silent.”

  He waited, but she obeyed and didn’t reply. He took his fingers away from her mouth. “Do you have a safe word?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Excellent. You are, of course, to use it if ever you feel the need. What is it?”

  “Red, Sir.”

  He nodded. “Red. Nice and easy. I have a feeling that’s the only thing you’ll be finding nice and easy tonight.”

  She swallowed, but excitement and need radiated off her in waves.

  “I want you to finish getting undressed, and then to go upstairs and brace yourself against the window. Hands above your head, legs parted. I believe you’ll find the window to be much better equipped for my plans than the table. Be sure to leave the light off. The beach is probably deserted, but even if it’s not, no one will be able to see you as long as the room remains dark.”

  He paused to let his words sink in, then asked. “Do you have any questions or concerns?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He smiled. “Then get busy. I’ve waited five years for this opportunity, and I’m not going to wait a second more than necessary.”

  * * *

  Ten minutes later, he made his way up the stairs to Winnie’s studio. Ronnie stood facing the window, positioned the way he’d commanded. He wasn’t sure if she could see his reflection if she looked up and into the window. At the moment, her head was down, and from what he could tell, her eyes were closed.

  He moved toward her, pleased she didn’t move or break position at his approach.

  “You look perfect,” he said, standing behind her. “From your perfectly spankable ass.” He gave her right butt cheek a hard slap and smiled to himself at the sharp intake of breath and resulting hiss she couldn’t swallow. “To your perfectly fuckable pussy.” Just for good measure, but mostly because he wanted to, he gave her a slap there as well.

  And though it was whispered, he heard the “shit” she let slip.

  This, he decided, was going to be more fun than he’d anticipated. “I can tell it’s been some time since you last played. While your form is above reproach, your self-control is sorely lacking. It appears as if I have my work cut out for me tonight.”

  He didn’t think he imagined the way she shivered in pleasure at his words. He recalled while negotiating play with her years ago that she enjoyed impact play and light humiliation. It would be unwise and potentially disastrous for him to assume that was still the case.

  This was why it was always better to complete a checklist before doing anything. Telling himself he hadn’t planned for the night to go in this direction didn’t change that.

  Asking her in a roundabout way seemed the best way to find out. “What does having no self-control make you?”

  She didn’t answer, and he delivered a hard swat to her ass. “Tell me.”

  This time, she sucked in a breath, but answered. “A bad slut.”

  “That’s right,” he said, knowing she could hear the smile in his voice. “A bad slut. And what happens to bad sluts who have no self-control?”

  “They get spanked,” she said with a hint of longing in her voice that made him smile.

  “How do they get spanked?”

  “Hard.”

  “That’s right.” He gave her ass a sharp slap. “What else happens to bad sluts?”

  He’d caught her off guard with that question. He had to swallow his laugh at her perplexed “Sir?”

  “I’ll tell you what happens to bad sluts after they’re spanked hard, since it’s obvious no one has taken the time to teach you.” He circled her clit with his finger. “After your spanking, you have to thank me for taking my valuable time to help a worthless slut learn and improve self-control. Today, you’ll show thanks by getting on your knees before me and asking for the privilege of sucking my cock and swallowing my release. Understand?”

  Her reply was a breathy, “Yes, Sir.”

  “If you mess up again today, which is likely, considering what a worthless slut you are, I’ll give you an even longer hard spanking. And this time when I finish, you will express your gratitude by taking my cock up your ass for a hard fucking. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, in a similar tone as before.

  The entire time they’d been talking—or rather, since he’d been talking and she’d been answering every so often—she hadn’t moved an inch. Considering it had been so long since she’d been in a similar situation, he had to admit that he was impressed.

  “Brace yourself,” he said, unwilling to wait any longer before working on her ass.

  His plan was to give her a long and thorough spanking. As such, he started slow and light, gradually growing harder and faster. Every three to five swats, he’d run a finger between her legs. Each pass of his finger found her wet and aroused. He glanced at her face’s reflection in the mirror and saw she’d closed her eyes in bliss. Her lips were parted just a bit, and he could well imagine the expression she’d have if her eyes were open.

  “I think this slut is enjoying her spanking far too much.” He slid three fingers into her and felt her clench them as if she wanted to keep them there. “I can’t believe how wet you are from having your ass whipped. Such a filthy slut. I think you need to have your pussy spanked a few times. What do you think?”

  “Please. Yes, Sir,” she said, eyes still closed.

  “Look at me,” he said, suddenly desperate to see her eyes. “I want you to know exactly who’s making this pussy so wet.”

  As soon as she obeyed, he began tapping her clit lightly and, repeating the pattern he’d used on her backside, slowly intensified his swats until her eyes pleaded for relief.

  Which he wasn’t ready to give her yet.

  He switched back to her ass. “I’m going to give you ten of my hardest yet. Count silently, and after number ten, I want you on your knees, mouth open and ready for my cock.”

  By the time he’d finished all ten, his hand stung and he could only imagine how much more her backside felt. Once again, however, she surprised him by not wincing and moving quickly to kneel before him. His dick grew harder at the sight of her backing away from the windows and going down on her knees before him. Her lips parted and he smiled.

  “You’re going to have to open that mouth a bit wider,” he said, feeling somewhat foolish as he realized he was still fully clothed. “Of course you wouldn’t know since you’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing my cock before.” He undid the button on his jeans and unzipped them. Pushing them down his hips, he knew exactly when she saw his erection straining his boxer briefs because her eyes grew large.

  Unable to hide his smile, he lowered his underwear. “That’s right, slut. Look at that thick cock. So hard at the thought of having your lips wrapped around while it works its way in and out of your mouth. Now show me what a good cocksucker you are. Open wide.”

  He didn’t expect her to take his whole length, but he’d work to make her take as much of him as possible.

  “There you go,” he said, working to fit more inside when she’d only taken a few inches. “You’re doing well, but you can do better. Take more of that dick. Open wider. That’s it. More… More… I need deeper.”

  She struggled but managed to take a little over half of him. When he realized she had taken as much as she could, he fisted his hands into her hair, one on each side of her face.

  “I’m going to hold your head still so I can fuck it properly. If you need to safeword, tap on my legs.”

  He had a feeling she’d rather die than admit to something she couldn’t do. Especially when it concerned him. He started out with shallow short thrusts, watching her even closer than he normally would, staying alert for any sign she was in distress or struggling to breathe. When he was certain she was fine and able to either breathe through her nose or catch her breath whenever he paused for a few seconds, he increased his speed and depth.

  “Fuck, you’re good,” he said once he’d settled into somewhat of a rhythm and allowed himself to more fully enjoy the experience. He glanced down at her, and for a second, her eyes met his and he would have sworn the look she gave him said, And this surprises you, why?

  She kept shifting her weight, and it took several seconds for him to realize why. She was getting off on blowing him. He’d heard people claim such things, but he’d always considered them to be lying. Not that he had any delusions about his dick, but he’d never experienced a submissive becoming aroused by sucking it. Just thinking about it was enough to make him even harder, enough to spur him to give it to her harder.

  “Such a nasty slut,” he said. “Getting off on having a cock in her mouth.” She took him deeper. Harder.

  “That’s right, cocksucker,” he said through gritted teeth, not ready to finish just yet. “Suck it.” He let out a moan when she went at it harder, and he slid deeper down her throat. “Fuck, yeah, take that cock down your slutty throat. Deeper. You know you love it. Love having a hard cock choke you. Master you. Makes you so fucking wet. I bet the thought of this dick working its way into your hot pussy and fucking the shit out of you turns you on.”

  He grunted and attempted to go deeper, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Here it comes, slut…” His voice trailed off as he jerked forward, spilling himself down her throat.

  Chapter 18

  Veronica

  Veronica sat back on her heels with a self-satisfied smile and waited for Terrence to give her further instructions. She had forgotten the rush that came with submitting to a knowledgeable Dom. In fact, she didn’t think she’d experienced anything close, with the one glaring exception being the first time she played with Terrence.

  There was something about the way he called her slut that made her skin ripple with gooseflesh. Add in the spanking he gave her and the way he took over her mouth, and she was wondering why she’d been pushing him away since the moment he walked into her office.

  Because I’m a fucking idiot.

  “Damn,” Terrence dragged her away from her thoughts and back to the current situation. “That was good, slut.”

  His praise made her want to do it all over again, though she assumed Terrence would need at least a few minutes before he was ready to do anything remotely similar.

  An assumption that was proven wrong the second she lifted her head and spied his erection mere inches away from her head. She fought back the urge to take him back in her mouth because, while it’d be fun to tease him, she had a feeling whatever he had in mind would end up being five times more enjoyable.

  Because he’d commanded her not to speak, she simply made sure he watched as she met his eyes with a lifted eyebrow after glancing at his cock.

  He laughed, obviously picking up on her silent question. “What can I say? I have a short recovery time.”

  I’ll say, she whispered in her head but kept her thoughts to herself. She wanted to know what he had in store for the rest of the night more than she wanted to come back with a snappy reply, which meant she had to curb her sarcasm. After all, she’d already endured one of Terrence’s punishments, and he’d warned her what would happen if she earned another one tonight. Frankly, a longer and harder spanking followed by anal sex wasn’t worth being snarky.

  Reason number one, she’d never had anal sex and didn’t want to start tonight. Especially considering the next reason.

  Reason number two, it had been over a year since the last time she’d had sex of any kind.

  She decided to keep to herself the fact that she was an anal virgin. If they ever got around to filling out checklists, she’d tell him then. Besides, he’d told her very clearly not to speak unless he asked a direct question. He might want to know about her lack of anal experience, but she doubted he wanted her to blurt it out in the middle of a scene. The only way she’d tell him before filling out checklists would be if it became obvious he was headed in that direction.

  “There’s a whole lot of thinking going on in that head of yours,” Terrence said, once more pulling her back from inside her mind. “I think I might need to get your brain occupied with something else.” His eyes were filled with mischief. “What do you think?”

  Since he’d asked her a direct question, she felt at liberty to speak her mind. “I’ll agree with you, Sir, if the something you’d rather have my brain occupied with happens to be your cock.”

  He chuckled. “I never would have guessed that you would love cock so much. But I have to admit, I’m damned happy you do. And you’re right, the something I have in mind does involve my cock.”

  She felt herself grow even wetter than she had been. Did that mean he’d fuck her?

  Years ago on that fateful evening they’d first met, she’d viewed much of what they did as a game. Or at least she had before her name and picture were plastered all over gossip rags for the entire world to see. That night, though similar to the current one, was very different in one major way. Nothing about the current scene felt like a game.

  Was that why it had been so easy for her to give it up? Because to her young inexperienced self, kink was a game and didn’t matter?

  “Stand up,” Terrence said, moving a few steps in order to land a hard swat on her already-sore backside. Fuck. She’d have to think through that theory later. At the moment, she had much more enjoyable things to do. Not only that, but it was crystal clear Terrence wasn’t about to let her sink deep into philosophical thoughts.

  “Brace yourself against the window,” he said. “My cock’s been hard ever since I saw you standing in the office weeks ago. Spanking you did nothing to lessen my need, and coming down your throat just now wasn’t nearly enough.”

  She walked to the window. It was full dark outside now. The only light visible was from the moon, which was almost covered in clouds. She could make out the rhythmic rise and fall of the nearby ocean, but nothing else moved.

  Terrence came up behind her and ran his hand across her backside. “Are you worried about someone spying on us?”

  “No, Sir,” she answered truthfully. She’d been told Lennox had bought the vacant lots on either side of the cottage years ago and the beach itself was private. There was no way anyone could possibly be watching. “But I have to admit, it turns me on to think that someone might be.”

  It was a safe fantasy to share, so she didn’t mind telling him.

  “Bit of an exhibitionist, are you?” he asked.

  “No, Sir,” she was quick to reply. “I only get off on the thought of it. I don’t really want anyone to see me in such a private moment.”

  He ran his hands along her back. “Perhaps we are more alike than we thought. I don’t enjoy being on display in such a manner, either.” His roving hands slipped between her legs and teased her upper thighs, making her warm and needy everywhere. “Probably because so much of my life is in the public eye, I like to keep something private.”

  It really was odd when you thought about it, how similar they were even though their lives had been so different.

  “Both of us in the spotlight,” he continued. “Yes, I can certainly understand enjoying the thought more than the act.”

  His hands moved up her body, and his voice grew lower. “Imagine the beach is filled with people watching. Can you imagine what they’re seeing? Mmm?”

  She sucked in a breath as his touch became rough. He ran her nipples between his fingers, and when he squeezed, she felt it all the way down to her clit.

  “What turns you on more?” His words were hot against her skin. “Knowing that all the women picture themselves in your place or that the men see themselves in mine because they want to fuck you?” He didn’t give her a chance to reply, and when his fingers brushed softly through her folds, she knew it wouldn’t have mattered if he had. She’d temporarily lost the ability to speak.

  “Is that what’s making this pussy so wet?” His fingers slipped into her a fraction of an inch, and she forced herself not to move despite the overwhelming urge to back onto his fingers. “Can you picture in your head all the men jerking off at seeing how desperate you are to be fucked?”