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  “Are you going to be a good girl now?” Cole wanted to know. Ducking his head to look at my face, he cupped my chin and brought it up so that our eyes met. “Alex, answer me.”

  “Yes,” I whispered, forcing myself to meet that intense blue gaze. “Yes, Master, I will.”

  “Good.” He smiled at me. “Let’s start with a question. Did that spanking make you hot, sweetheart?”

  I looked down, avoiding his eyes. Even after all the time we’d spent together playing sexually it was still hard for me to admit my needs and desires. And it was especially hard to admit that pain -- a spanking or caning for example -- had the same effect on me that a slow, sensual massage might have on another woman. Cole knew that and was constantly working on it, constantly making me acknowledge out loud what both of us knew I liked and needed.

  “Alex,” he said warningly. “Answer me.”

  “I…” I swallowed hard. “I guess so,” I acknowledged reluctantly.

  “You guess so? Or you know?” he asked. Then, without waiting for an answer, he said, “Spread your legs wider for me, Alex.”

  I did as he said at once, opening my thighs for him as he commanded. I could feel the outer lips of my sex parting with the motion and I was ashamed of how wet I was, of how much the spanking had turned me on. Cole reached between us and cupped my bare mound in one large, warm hand. I moaned as I felt his callused palm part me and press against my sensitive, swollen clit.

  “So it did turn you on.” Cole’s deep voice was thoughtful.

  “Yes, Master,” I whispered and then I moaned again as two of his long, thick fingers slid roughly into my sex.

  “I’ve never felt your cunt so wet before, Alex,” Cole murmured, pumping his fingers into me in a way that made me want to scream with the hot sensations he was shooting through my body. “And I like the feel of your pussy like this -- so bare, so vulnerable. Did you do that on purpose just to tease me?”

  I realized he was talking about the way I had shaved myself bare, clearing the soft mound of curls that used to decorate my sex, the better to reveal myself to my Master.

  “Y -- yes,” I admitted, barely able to speak as he continued to thrust into me with his fingers. “I…I thought you might like it.”

  “You thought right, sweetheart,” he growled softly. “In fact, I love it. Can’t wait to see how that soft, naked pussy feels against my cock. You think it makes you more sensitive?”

  “I…I don’t know,” I said, barely able to think past the sensation of this thick fingers fucking into me.

  Cole grinned at me, a slow, lazy expression that made my heart skip a beat. “Well, why don’t we find out?” He withdrew his fingers and pulled me closer until my wet, naked sex was poised just above the broad head of his cock. “Spread yourself for me, Alex,” he told me. “Spread that sweet little cunt and lower yourself down on my cock. I want to watch you fuck yourself on me.”

  The hot, dirty words, words I knew Cole would never say to me outside the bedroom, sent a shiver of need straight through me. “Yes, Master,” I murmured and did as he said, lowering myself until I could feel the thick head of his cock piercing my wet, willing sex.

  We both groaned as I slid down onto him. Cole and I have been in a sexual relationship for over a year but he’s still a lot of man to take. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him with each thick inch that entered me. I bit my lower lip as his thick shaft penetrated me to the core, my fingers clutching his broad shoulders as I finally felt him bottom out inside me.

  “Okay, sweetheart?” Cole’s voice was hoarse and I knew what it must be costing him to hold still when every instinct inside him was shouting that he needed to thrust. Mutely, I nodded. “Good,” he murmured. “Then you need to hang on, Alex. I’m going to fuck you hard tonight and teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”

  “Yes, Master,” I said but the word ended in a moan because Cold had put both large hands on the curve of my waist, pulled back, and plunged deeply into my open, vulnerable sex.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he growled as he pulled back and plunged into me again. “Take it all. Take all of my cock in your sweet little cunt. And look at me when I fuck you -- I want to watch your face when you come.”

  I realized I had closed my eyes with the intensity of the sensations that were pouring through me and I opened them again at his command and looked at him. Cole always wanted to look in my eyes while he took me. His gaze pierced my soul even as his shaft pierced my sex.

  “Tell me what you want, Alex,” Cole commanded me in a low voice as he continued to work me hard with his cock. “Tell me how you like to be fucked. How you need to be fucked.”

  “Master,” I moaned breathlessly, too far gone to even be embarrassed by his request. “Master, please…I need it hard. Please fuck me hard, Master. Please!”

  “Like this?” He sped up his tempo, his large fingers gripping my hips hard, marking me, owning me.

  “Yes…yes!” I was past caring about anything now. Past embarrassment and pain and even pleasure and into the pure, overwhelming ecstasy of being completely opened and owned by my Master. Suddenly I felt the pleasure that had been building within me reach a breaking point and my orgasm was crashing over me in warm, endless waves. I kept my eyes open while it happened, letting everything I was feeling fill me to the brim, letting Cole see exactly what he was doing to me, how much he was affecting me.

  “God, Alex,” he groaned as he watched me. “Love to see that look in your eyes when you can’t stop yourself. Love to watch you come.”

  “Come…come with me,” I managed to say. “Come inside me. Please, Master.”

  “Alex,” he groaned and then I felt his thick shaft spasming inside me, filling me completely as he poured into me.

  “Cole,” I whispered,” putting my arms around his neck and pressing myself close to him. “God, I love you.”

  “Love you, too, sweetheart.” His hard, muscular arms tightened around me and my senses were filled with his warm, spicy scent. In that moment I felt utterly loved. Utterly safe and protected. And for the thousandth time I was glad that I had finally been able to admit to myself and my partner, my lover, my friend, what I really needed and that I had allowed Cole to give it to me.

  We clung together for a long moment and the Cole loosened his grip on my waist and I sat back and looked at him. He grinned at me, his blue eyes flashing.

  “Never gets old, does it?”

  “No.” I smiled back at him and ran my hands through his short black hair. “But you know what?”

  “What?” Cole asked.

  “I think we should stick with what we know from now on,” I said. “I don’t want to be in charge and crack the whip or tie you up. Not that it does any good when I do.”

  He gave the tattered ropes hanging from my headboard a rueful glance. “Uh, yeah, I guess you’re right. So no more switching places?”

  “No more switching,” I agreed. “From now on, I’m more than happy to stay right where I belong -- as your submissive.”

  “Where you belong is with me. No matter who’s dominant or submissive and no matter who’s cracking the whip -- literally or figuratively.” He grinned and pulled me in for a kiss. “That is, of course, unless you’re looking for another spanking.”

  I smiled and kissed him back. “Well, you never can tell…Master.”

  Evangeline Anderson

  Evangeline Anderson is a registered MRI tech who would rather be writing. She is thirty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, three cats and a college-age sister but no kids because enough is enough already. She had been writing dirty stories for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try and get paid for it. To her delight, she found it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing steadily ever since.

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