want you to wear the plug for another hour. When you remove it, you may not touch yourself or make yourself come. Am I clear?”
“Yes.”
“Petulance is unbecoming.” Before she could react, he added, “And so is sticking out your tongue, so don’t even try it.” He struggled to keep a smile off his face. “I want you to stand, Marnie.”
He helped her from the bed and held her a few seconds while she found her balance.
She stood with her hands at her sides, her head tipped back to look at him. The expression of adoration on her face snuck inside his heart, a heart he thought completely frozen when Soraya betrayed their relationship by revealing his position to insurgents. Physically, his heart was fine. Emotionally, the scars ran deep. He wasn’t certain he’d ever again take the risk of giving a woman access to his deepest secrets.
Retreat, he knew, was a strategy, and one he employed now, telling himself he wasn’t being a coward. “I want you to think about what you’ve experienced. I want you to think about the punishment you received, as well as the one you’re still due for. I want you to think about what I’m demanding of you. Ring your friends in the lifestyle, talk to them. I’ll e-mail you Mistress Beverly’s telephone number, if you think you’d like to have an experience with someone else.”
“But—” She blinked.
“As I’ve already told you, to me, this is a lifestyle choice. You need to think about what it is for you. Tomorrow, if you want to take the next step, if you don’t tell me to go to hell, I’ll expect you at my town home at noon. I will send a driver ‘round for you.”
“You have a driver?”
“My family does. I did my best to get them to disown me. No matter what, they never would. Mum and Dad would never politely bugger off.”
He’d been with Marnie such a short time, and already he was telling her things he only shared with his closest friends. “And I will e-mail instructions that are to be followed explicitly.”
“I’m not entirely sure.”
“Think about it.” Then he gave into his own impulse. With his hands on her shoulders, he dragged her against him. She gasped. He moved one hand to her buttocks. He dug his other into her hair and pulled back her head. He held her in position for his kiss.
She opened her mouth immediately, her tongue meeting his. She tasted of the sweetness of surrender.
Marnie spread her legs a little farther apart, then she rocked forwards onto the balls of her feet. She leant into him and offered access to her entire body.
Jesus, what the hell was he going to do if she told him no?
When he ended the kiss, she asked, “Is Master just a little affected by the submissive?”
He took one of her hands and placed it on his cock. “What does the sub think?”
“Maybe Master should stay a little longer.” She squeezed his cock. Then she found a stroke that stimulated him even more.
“Maybe the sub is overstepping her bounds and being cheeky.”
“Maybe Master would like to show the sub the error of her ways?”
“Maybe the sub would like her cunt smacked?”
“Ohhhh!”
He traced the outline of her right eyebrow. “Master hopes to see his sub tomorrow.”
“Master can count on it.”
He wasn’t so sure. He was going to ask her to do things she’d never done before. Part of him doubted she would really be willing to comply with all of his instructions. “We’ll see, sub. We’ll see.”
Chapter Eight
Telling herself she wasn’t being obsessive, she checked her e-mail every three minutes for over an hour.
She left the computer long enough to remove the dreaded plug. It had felt strange having it in when she sat. It was driven deeper and higher, and no matter which way she moved, she was very much aware of it. Even though Zachary wasn’t there, it pleased her to wear it, to have him picturing her with her arse stuffed full of the invasive silicone.
When his e-mail finally arrived,
Cat Mason
David-Matthew Barnes
T C Southwell
His Lordship's Mistress
Kenneth Wishnia
Eric Meyer
Don Brown
Edward S. Aarons
Lauren Marrero
Terri Anne Browning