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  No—hell, no! I tell myself. This is not turning me on. This is crazy!

  Try telling that to my body, though. It’s revving like an engine as I wiggle and squirm on my new Master’s lap. I don’t understand. Do I have submissive tendencies hidden so deep inside even I didn’t know about them? Or is this all about Aiden James and the way it feels to be close to him, to be mastered by him?

  These questions are too deep for me to answer, especially when my ass is stinging in pain with each measured slap of his large hand. I’m gasping and moaning, crying out, “Oh!” or “Ow!” with each swat. I can’t seem to stop myself. I guess I left my dignity at the door. Or more likely it came off with my clothes when Aiden ordered me to strip. I feel as if I’m going to explode from the pleasure and pain and overwhelming emotion. Will this ever be over?

  And then abruptly it is.

  His hand stops spanking but he makes no move to let me off his lap. Instead he strokes my sore ass gently, almost lovingly, and murmurs something too low for me to hear.

  “What?” I ask, turning my head toward him, hoping my question doesn’t provoke another spanking.

  “I said, after the pain, the pleasure,” he says. Still keeping me prone on his lap, he reaches across the bed for something. I’m about to ask what it is when I feel a new sensation. His hand is back and this time it’s soothing rather than painful.

  Aiden rubs a cooling cream over my tortured skin, making me moan softly, even though I’m trying not to make a sound. “Gently, my darling,” he murmurs as he works on me, stroking the cream across my skin in long, slow strokes.

  “Thank you,” I whisper when it seems that he is done at last. “That…that feels much better.”

  “And it’s going to feel better still,” he says. “Spread your legs, Emma.”

  “I… What?” I gasp, twisting my head around to see him better. Really, this position is getting old but he still doesn’t seem inclined to let me up.

  “You heard me.” He looks at me steadily. “You need to know that pleasure as well as pain can come by my hand. So spread your legs.”

  “I-I thought we already established that your hands give me, uh, pleasure. Earlier,” I say, pressing my thighs together. I really don’t want him to see how wet I got from the spanking. I’m still confused about it myself.

  “Emma,” he says sternly. “Aside from why, the other thing a submissive never says is no.”

  “I…but I…” I look at him anxiously, unable to utter my fear and embarrassment.

  Aiden must be able to see them in my eyes because his stern gaze softens and he goes back to stroking my sensitive ass. “It’s all right, Emma,” he says softly. “I simply need to get to know your body. I’m going to explore your pussy with my fingers, going to test your depth and see how wet you get.”

  I bite my lip. “But…why? I mean, I know I’m not supposed to ask but this is, well, private.”

  He nods. “I understand. The reason I need to know your body is to see how well it will fit with mine. I’m rather…” He clears his throat. “Rather large in certain areas. I need to make sure you can accommodate me.”

  Oh my Goddess… I feel faint but his explanation makes sense. It also makes me perversely hotter. The soft, gentle way he explained how he needed to explore my body makes me feel as if my insides have gone molten.

  “All right,” I whisper. I hide my head in my arms and then slowly, carefully, I part my legs for him.

  “Good girl,” Aiden says approvingly. Of course, he’s plenty strong enough to have forced open my thighs himself but that plainly isn’t his style. He doesn’t want to force me. He wants me to submit to him. So far he’s winning this game we’re playing—if it is a game.

  “So lovely,” he says softly, cupping my quivering pussy in one large palm. “So delicate.” He sits there for a moment, just holding me, letting me get used to his touch, I’m sure. Then I feel two large, blunt fingers spread my pussy lips wide. A third finger strokes over my heated insides, sliding over the sensitive button of my clit, making me jump and moan.

  “Like that, do you?” Aiden murmurs. He does it again but this time the fingertip circles my throbbing clit, stroking all around the hot little nub without actually touching it. He goes on and on like that until I think I’m going to die.

  “Beautiful,” he growls softly as he works on me. “And so wet already. You’re very responsive, my darling. It’s going to be a real pleasure getting to know your lush body inside and out.”

  I bite back a moan and try not to writhe too much. But I swear, the way he’s touching me is driving me crazy. How long is he going to keep this up? As long as it takes apparently. Beneath my abdomen I feel something hot and hard and huge growing—poking at the bare skin of my stomach. Oh my Goddess, is that his cock? He said it was large but this thing feels more than large. It’s more like the jumbo extra deluxe version. Maybe it feels bigger because of the leather pants he’s wearing—maybe some of the leather got bunched up. I certainly hope I’m right because if not, there’s no way I’ll be able to “accommodate him” as he so eloquently put it.

  If anyone would have told me this morning that I would spend my night naked on a vampire’s lap, with my thighs spread open so he could explore my pussy, I would have said they were delusional. If they had further told me that I would like it, that I would want to beg for more, I would have called the local mental institution and reserved them a room. But that’s exactly what I want to do—I need more, need it so badly.

  I can’t beg, I tell myself sternly. After all, I’m already in a very compromising position. I have to retain some dignity. I bite my lower lip hard to keep from pleading with him to make me come. I’m so close. If he would just give me a little more direct contact…

  Suddenly he stops completely.

  A little cry of frustration escapes me. I can’t help it. I feel as if I’m going to explode!

  “Sorry about that, Emma.” His deep voice sounds both amused and aroused. “But I think it’s time to test your depth now. Spread a little wider, I’m going to put my fingers as deep into your pussy as I can go.”

  There’s no point in arguing but still, I feel a stab of apprehension. I’m still worried he’ll find out about my virginity. Not from a hymen—I lost that from a nasty fall back during my childhood. Regardless, I’m tight and unused. I’ve never had anything bigger than my own fingers up there and his are much larger than mine.

  “Gently,” Aiden murmurs, as though sensing my fear. “Very gently, darling. Just spread yourself open and trust me. I won’t hurt you.”

  He seems to keep his word about these kinds of things. If he promises pain, he delivers, if he promises pleasure, well, he gives that too. So I bite my lip and make myself spread my thighs a little wider, trying to welcome him in. “All right,” I whisper.

  “Such a good girl,” Aiden says, his deep voice slightly hoarse. “Such a good girl to spread open your pussy for me, Emma.”

  His words of approval send a jolt of pure lust straight through me. Why that should be, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the dirty words spoken in that deep, sensual voice. Or maybe it’s the gentle way he’s touching me. He couldn’t be any more careful even if he knew my virginal status. Speaking of which…ow. Now it’s starting to hurt just a little as two thick fingers begin to slide into my liquid depths.

  “Hmm.” I can hear the worry in Aiden’s tone but I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. Not when he’s touching me so intimately. “You’re very tight,” he says. “More so than any other female I’ve ever felt.” He withdraws his fingers. “I’m going to try something,” he murmurs, spreading my pussy lips again.

  “Wh-what?” I manage to squeak out as he begins that slow, circular massage around my clit that drives me crazy.

  “I’m going to make you come and see if you’ll loosen up for me. You do want to come, don’t you, Emma?”

  At this point, there’s no way I can deny it. “Yes,” I whisper in a very small voic