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this at all. "Roland, I just don't—"
"No, pet," he pleaded, "I've done you wrong, so now I need to be punished.
Actually, the more that I thought about it, the more appealing it sounded. What was it like to be a Dom? Even though we had been doing this for a couple of months now, I still had always been on the receiving end. God, the possibilities...
"Really?" I said. I fought to hold back my smile. The facade was getting difficult to maintain.
"Absolutely. I think you might find that you enjoy dishing it out as much as you enjoy receiving it. You're a strong girl." His emotions seemed to be evening out now, perhaps calmed by the fact that I wasn't prying into what sounded like it could have been a murder . And there was that loud sound downstairs the other day, the sound that he attributed to his uncle.
I was living in such a weird world now.
The mood was lively during dinner as each of us sipped our wine and ate the fine foods served to us. I was used to things like caviar now, despite the fact that I had loathed it at first. Roland insisted that I'd develop a taste for it, and he had been right—I loved it now. On a daily basis, w e had beautiful cuts of smoked fish, filet mignon, imported cheeses and chocolates, and other decadent desserts and main courses. The list just went on and on. At the very least, it was worth it to stay here just for the food.
The cigar smoking had become somewhat of a new thing for Roland, and although I didn't like smoking, he looked undeniably sexy and powerful with a fine Cuban in his mouth, dipping it occasionally in his cognac. Cliché , yet dazzling.
We finished dinner and left the mess to the domestic workers. Roland assured me that he paid them top dollar, so I stopped complaining about having them around. Still, I wasn't fully comfortable with it and I probably never would be. I was used to having to do everything myself, not just passing the responsibility onto someone else—whether they were paid or not.
Roland did a few things in his office and then he gave me a look that said yes, we'll go now .
Down into the dungeon we went, a routine I was intimately familiar with. When we got into the main room, I walked right up to the St. Andrews cross and prepared to be restrained.
"No, my pet," Roland said, correcting my behavior. "I will take your place tonight."
"Oh yeah," I said. I felt kind of dumb, operating on one-hundred percent routine rather than our adjusted schedule. "Take off your robe and face the cross," I said. His robe dropped to the ground, revealing his chiseled nude body. I loved that firm butt of his and looked forward to defiling it.
He placed his arms against it and allowed me to secure them into place, one by one. I fumbled with the restraints for far longer than I should have given my extensive experience with them. Still, I was always being restrained, not doing the restraining. This was a significant switch.
When it hit me what I was doing—tying up one of the most powerful men in the world so I could have my way with him—I felt a warmth in my core, a heat that spread from my lower belly until it spilled between my legs and resulted in moisture there. I was giddy, like it was the first day of school or something. What would I do to him?
"Go as far as you'd like for the scene," Roland said.
"I can do whatever I want?" I asked, suddenly realizing the extent of my power. I bent down and secured his feet to the base of the cross.
"Yes, pet," he said.
" No ," I said. "I am Master from now on, is that correct?"
"Yes, Master ," he said, mimicking my tone.
"Hey! That's going to get you in some trouble." I took a step back and dropped my robe, my naked body facing the man that usually did what he wanted with my own. I walked over to the area that housed most of our toys and grabbed the wooden paddle. "You've been a bad slave," I announced upon my return.
"Oh?" he said.
"Master!" I demanded. Who was this talking? I didn't know, but I liked her. I
"No, pet," he pleaded, "I've done you wrong, so now I need to be punished.
Actually, the more that I thought about it, the more appealing it sounded. What was it like to be a Dom? Even though we had been doing this for a couple of months now, I still had always been on the receiving end. God, the possibilities...
"Really?" I said. I fought to hold back my smile. The facade was getting difficult to maintain.
"Absolutely. I think you might find that you enjoy dishing it out as much as you enjoy receiving it. You're a strong girl." His emotions seemed to be evening out now, perhaps calmed by the fact that I wasn't prying into what sounded like it could have been a murder . And there was that loud sound downstairs the other day, the sound that he attributed to his uncle.
I was living in such a weird world now.
The mood was lively during dinner as each of us sipped our wine and ate the fine foods served to us. I was used to things like caviar now, despite the fact that I had loathed it at first. Roland insisted that I'd develop a taste for it, and he had been right—I loved it now. On a daily basis, w e had beautiful cuts of smoked fish, filet mignon, imported cheeses and chocolates, and other decadent desserts and main courses. The list just went on and on. At the very least, it was worth it to stay here just for the food.
The cigar smoking had become somewhat of a new thing for Roland, and although I didn't like smoking, he looked undeniably sexy and powerful with a fine Cuban in his mouth, dipping it occasionally in his cognac. Cliché , yet dazzling.
We finished dinner and left the mess to the domestic workers. Roland assured me that he paid them top dollar, so I stopped complaining about having them around. Still, I wasn't fully comfortable with it and I probably never would be. I was used to having to do everything myself, not just passing the responsibility onto someone else—whether they were paid or not.
Roland did a few things in his office and then he gave me a look that said yes, we'll go now .
Down into the dungeon we went, a routine I was intimately familiar with. When we got into the main room, I walked right up to the St. Andrews cross and prepared to be restrained.
"No, my pet," Roland said, correcting my behavior. "I will take your place tonight."
"Oh yeah," I said. I felt kind of dumb, operating on one-hundred percent routine rather than our adjusted schedule. "Take off your robe and face the cross," I said. His robe dropped to the ground, revealing his chiseled nude body. I loved that firm butt of his and looked forward to defiling it.
He placed his arms against it and allowed me to secure them into place, one by one. I fumbled with the restraints for far longer than I should have given my extensive experience with them. Still, I was always being restrained, not doing the restraining. This was a significant switch.
When it hit me what I was doing—tying up one of the most powerful men in the world so I could have my way with him—I felt a warmth in my core, a heat that spread from my lower belly until it spilled between my legs and resulted in moisture there. I was giddy, like it was the first day of school or something. What would I do to him?
"Go as far as you'd like for the scene," Roland said.
"I can do whatever I want?" I asked, suddenly realizing the extent of my power. I bent down and secured his feet to the base of the cross.
"Yes, pet," he said.
" No ," I said. "I am Master from now on, is that correct?"
"Yes, Master ," he said, mimicking my tone.
"Hey! That's going to get you in some trouble." I took a step back and dropped my robe, my naked body facing the man that usually did what he wanted with my own. I walked over to the area that housed most of our toys and grabbed the wooden paddle. "You've been a bad slave," I announced upon my return.
"Oh?" he said.
"Master!" I demanded. Who was this talking? I didn't know, but I liked her. I
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