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  She was much more compliant after the spanking. Kyle had known she would be. Sometimes you just had to show a sub who was boss and once they learned you weren’t going to back down, they were able to relax and enjoy the scene.

  What surprised him more than anything was how much he was enjoying this. He’d been sure he would like it after a first glance at her picture. But there was something about this girl that took the entire experience to a whole new level for him. She was so earnest, so genuine in her protests and so utterly sincere when she finally submitted to him. It was as if none of this was a game to her—as though it was all for real instead of being a fake situation she had paid for. It had crossed his mind at first to wonder if she’d changed her mind about some of the treatment she had requested on her form but the way she responded to him soon erased that doubt.

  He let her rest a little while, coming down from the orgasm and the kiss he had given her and then he bent down and lifted her in his arms once more. It was time to get on with the rest of the fantasy.

  “You don’t have to carry me everywhere, you know.” She had a low, musical voice that rubbed him just the right way. He knew he ought to stop on the spot and discipline her—hadn’t he specifically told her that the only words he wanted to hear out of her mouth were “Yes, Master” or her safe word? But he found he wanted to hear more of her soft, feminine tones. Did she always sound like a phone sex operator or was she just hoarse from yelling at him from behind the gag?

  “Don’t you like to be carried?” he asked as he walked down the long dungeon hall leading back to the bathroom.

  “I don’t know. I haven’t had much experience with it. There aren’t many guys who could do it—carry me, I mean.” She blushed, her pale skin turning pink in the most appealing way. “I’m not exactly skinny,” she added, as though she had to give a disclaimer for his benefit.

  Kyle frowned. “You don’t have to apologize for not having the anatomy of a toothpick, sweetheart. After all, who wants to be with a bag of bones?”

  “Are you for real?” She opened her dark eyes wide. “Where have you been living lately—in fat girl fantasyland?”

  He laughed. “If there’s a land like that you can sign me up. But you’re not fat—you’ve just got some curves. Which is more than I can say for most of the popsicle sticks passing themselves as fashion models these days.”

  Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re serious? You’re not just saying that to…to play into my, uh, fantasy?”

  They had reached the bathroom by now and Kyle put her down gently, standing her in front of the still-steaming tub. “Let’s get one thing straight—I don’t give false compliments. It’s true that I’m here to fulfill your fantasy, but I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a fantasy of mine too. I chose to be here today, the same way you did. And I chose to be here because of you.”

  “But…you thought I was skinny when you saw the, uh, my picture,” she pointed out.

  “Which almost made me back out of the deal,” he reminded her. “I’m glad I didn’t now.” Leaning down, he captured her soft lips with his once more. She tasted like something sweet—maybe chocolate. It made him want to devour her from the mouth down. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured into her hair after they broke the kiss. “But it’s time to stop talking. If you’re trying to stall so I won’t make you get in the bathtub you’re wasting your time. I can’t wait to see you all slick and wet and covered with bubbles.”

  She blushed prettily again. “Are you getting in with me?”

  The thought of getting rid of his clothes—the few he had on—and climbing into the tub with her flashed through his mind. The idea of all those soft, wet, naked curves, her vulnerable pussy opening like a flower in the hot, scented water. Opening for his fingers, his tongue, his cock…

  Kyle shook his head. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. I don’t know if I could trust myself not to take things too far.” He brushed his knuckles over her heated cheek and smiled down at her. “But that doesn’t mean you get to skip your bath.” He deepened his voice. “Get in the tub now and let me scrub you, baby. I think you’re a dirty girl and you need to be cleaned.”

  “Yes, Master.” She said the words uncertainly, looking at him to see if her submission pleased him. Kyle gave her a slow smile and nodded to let her know it did. Then he gave her a hand into the deep marble tub filled with lavender-scented water and watched as she twisted her hair up in a loose knot at the nape of her neck.

  She sank down into the heated water with a contented sigh and closed her eyes. For a moment he just studied her. Her cheeks were still flushed and the soft curves of her full breasts floated above the bubbles, her hard nipples just barely hidden by the bubbles. She was absolutely gorgeous and yet seemed not to know it. Which made her all the more appealing to Kyle. He’d been with a few beautiful women who knew they were hot and the whole prima donna act they put on got old after a while. He liked this woman’s style—her shy vulnerability, her uncertain beauty. She was fragile but there was steel hidden inside her promising that he was going to have an interesting time breaking her.

  But the more extreme part of her fantasy was ahead of her. For now she needed a little break to rest and refresh herself for the night ahead. Because Kyle had already decided to keep her through the night. He wanted to sleep with her in his arms even though he knew it was coming dangerously close to breaking the rules. But as long as she didn’t say her safe word and push him away, he was going to get as close to her as he could—starting now.

  Taking a creamy cake of mild goat’s milk soap from the tray of bathing implements beside the huge tub, he swished it in the water and then began to work up a lather between his large hands. His dirty girl had soaked long enough, it was time to get her clean.

  “Sit up now, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear. “Time to wash you off.”

  Blinking rapidly, she did as he said, sitting up so the water only reached her waist. The new position left her heavy breasts completely free and Kyle took great pleasure and palming them with his soapy hands, pinching and rubbing her nipples as he spread the foamy lather over her slippery skin.

  “Your breasts are beautiful,” he told her, watching her as he tugged gently on their sensitive tips. Her nipples had wide pink areolas, much bigger than silver dollars and the nipples themselves were tight and ripe in his hands.

  “Thank you, Master.” She looked away, biting her bottom lip as he twisted her nipples gently and then a little more roughly. He wanted to see how much she could take—to get a feeling for the way she’d react to the more extreme elements of her fantasy.

  “How does this feel?” he asked, pinching the tender pink nubs between his thumbs and fingers a little harder. “Does it hurt…or does it feel good?”

  “Both.” She looked shocked at her own answer but Kyle wasn’t surprised a bit. Anyone who would ask for what she had asked for would be in to at least a little erotic pain. But it was a good idea to test the waters first—sometimes a fantasy was better left in someone’s head.

  Not in this case, however. As he increased the pressure on her nipples, she moaned and writhed until the lavender-scented water slapped against the sides of the tub but not once did her safe word leave her mouth. Still, Kyle thought it might be best to be sure she was really enjoying herself and not just holding back to please him.

  “Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he ordered roughly, releasing her nipples. “It’s time to wash your pussy.”

  Moaning softly, she did as he asked, spreading her long legs under the water for his seeking hands.

  Kyle ran both hands up her thighs, feeling the firm, smooth skin under the warm water and enjoying every inch of her. Her naked curves all wet and glistening with moisture were the most erotic thing he’d seen in a long time—hell, in just about forever, he admitted to himself. But he wanted to be sure she was enjoying herself as much as he was.

  “Have to spread those pretty pussy