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  “Four, no five, Sir!” My head whips up, tears pricking the corners of my eyes, but I am surprised by the quick pops against my flesh.

  The final strike stings like fire as he gives it all he has, and I let out a moan.

  “Six, Sir…”

  He gathers me into his arms and rips the blindfold from my eyes. Untying the ribbon binding me to the bed, he kneels down and kisses the tender redness of my ass, rubbing his hands along the warmed flesh. As he stands, I can feel his hard body press against me, and his arousal hard against my soft flesh.

  Fuck me! Fuck me now!

  “Come here, my dove.” His arms surround me and draw me into his embrace. He is not done with me yet.

  “I am sorry for being late, Sir.” The warmth of him makes my pain recede, but the need to have him inside me is an inferno.

  “Yes. I believe you are. Kneel.”

  I kneel in front of him as he unbuckles his belt and lets his pants slide down his hips. Removing his shoes, he divests himself of the rest of his clothes. His erection bobs in front of him and I feel my own juices begin to run sticky down my thighs, just looking at his large cock. He steps back in front of me and the musky smell of him invades my senses.

  “May I, Sir?”

  “You may.”

  I smile, and I crawl into place and take him in my mouth. The salty smoothness of him has me moaning, and I let my tongue wander around the familiar head of his cock and underneath, where it is the most sensitive. Sir sucks in his breath hard as I lick and suck along his thick shaft. His hands fist in my hair and I freeze in place as he begins to thrust his cock into my mouth. Opening wide and letting him in deeper and deeper had taken me months to master. He pulls hard on my hair, fisting it, and fucks my mouth hard. Desire pools in my center as he climaxes, and I taste the bitter tang of his cum as his cock spurts warm heat into my mouth and down my throat.

  “Linnet.” He whispers, smoothing my hair and helping me to my feet. “Come.”

  He sits me down on the bed. Placing himself between my legs, he pushes me back into a lying position with my feet hanging over the edge of the bed. He teases a finger into my moist folds and thrusts deeply. I arch my back as he eases yet another finger inside of me, thumbing my clit as he pummels my greedy pussy with his fingers.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Oh yes, please, Sir!”

  Sir kisses me on the thigh and eases my legs wider apart. My ass stings from the paddle, but as always, the pain and pleasure only make me wetter. Sir eases my body over so I am facedown on the bed now, with my ass in the air. He stands behind me and his now erect cock trails between my asscheeks, and I feel my body quiver in anticipation.

  “Open for me, Linnet.” His finger again finds its way into my pussy and is coated with my own juices; he gingerly runs it along the satiny opening of my puckered star. I tilt my ass up toward him, spreading my legs, moaning as he inserts his finger just a little deeper and withdraws. He goes over to the table for a moment, and I can hear him playing in the toy box, getting ready to surprise me with a treat.

  He returns, and I feel the brush of something small and cold.

  “Are you ready, my dear?”

  He squirts some lubricant against my tight rosette and works it in with his finger. Deeper and deeper he delves, widening me and making me moan with pent-up desire.

  “Oh, yes Sir. Please, Sir.” I breathe, opening my legs wider and willing myself to relax. My skin prickles with the heat of his touch.

  Sir’s fingers brush along my ass and then I feel the cold touch of my favorite silicone butt plug as he carefully inserts its lubricated shape into my rectum. It is small, but as it eases in and falls into place, my insides clench.

  His cock brushes the entrance to my pussy, and he thrusts inside of me to the hilt. I moan at the feeling of fullness and close my eyes. He moves, the friction between him and the plug making my breath hitch in my throat.

  He fucks me harder and harder. Smacking me on the sore part of my ass, he pulls out and brutally thrusts back into me.

  I lose myself.

  “Harder, Sir!” I scream. “Fuck me!”

  “My, my, subbie.” He growls in my ear and reaches beneath me to finger my clit. “Aren’t we being a brat today.”

  He plays with my engorged nub and coaxes me into a screaming, panting fit. I am close.

  “Do not come.”

  “Please, Sir. I can’t hold it.”

  “No.” He grabs me by the hips and plows into me with his cock, each thrust hitting the plug as my body begins to radiate with liquid fire, hurtling me to a point of no return.

  “Come now!” His body tightens and I can feel the warmth of him as he erupts within me.

  My orgasm comes in an explosion of fiery sensation leaving me a quivering mass beneath him. My pussy clenches around his cock, spasming with aftershocks.

  Withdrawing carefully, his fingers trail down my body, lingering on my ass.

  “You will leave this in until you get home tonight.” He pulls me into his arms.

  “Yes, Sir.” I smile and let myself be tucked against him, replete.

  “Ah, Linnet.” His lips brush my brow and he eases me into a sitting position. Reaching into a bag on the table, he withdraws a box and presents it to me, wrapped with a red ribbon.

  “My lovely sub. Will you do me the honor?” His eyes brimming with tears hold tenderness and passion.

  I open the box and within it is a collar. Black leather tooled to resemble lace with silver fittings. Tears wink in the corners of my eyes, and I look up at him with love. He is the center of my world.

  “Oh yes, Sir.” Joy bubbles in my voice and no doubt shines from my eyes.

  “Here. Let me.” He takes it out of the box and fits it around my neck. His elegant fingers brush against my naked flesh.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  His eyes meet mine, all seriousness.

  “Linnet. This is more than two hours a week. I want you to consider a full 24/7 lifestyle. Can you do that?”

  “There is nothing to consider, Sir.” I move from where I am sitting and lean into him, letting my bratty side out one more time before I cage it permanently. My collar burns bright against my flesh, as I brush his lips with mine and smile into his eyes.

  “Master.”

  You might not notice me as I walk home, a secret smile on my face. If you did, you might wonder why a woman who was dressed so conservatively was wearing a leather collar in broad daylight. No one would suspect that the confident businesswoman striding down the sidewalk is in fact a collared submissive. I blend in. Just like anyone else. The butt plug sends little shivers into my well-used pussy. Already I can feel the heat building up between my thighs. Sir is now my Master. My waiting is over.

  LOVELY RITA

  Harper Bliss

  Sweat trickled down my temples as I danced for the first time in months. I didn’t care if Rita showed up. I boogied myself into a state of indifference I’d been craving for weeks. Pushing my arms above my head, I relished the predatory looks my exposed belly button received. Being declared too monogamous for Rita’s standards didn’t spoil me for this crowd. Just because I wasn’t one for sharing loved ones, didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the thrill of a one-night stand.

  A girl dressed in black leather pants and not much else swayed closer to me. I’d been working on my abs tirelessly since Rita left me, and now they were working for me. She pressed her hips into my behind and left them there, finding the rhythm with me. I guess you could call it dancing.

  “Want a beer?” she yelled into my ear over the thundering bass.

  I spun around to get a good look at her face. Hair tied back in a loose ponytail, some curls springing free. Intense black eyes and no makeup on her face. Zero resemblance to Rita.

  “Yes, please.” I shot her a smile. I was out of practice and fairly certain the sexy grin I was aiming for looked more like an insecure smirk, but she nodded and headed for the bar. I exhaled
and brushed a strand of hair away from my forehead.

  That’s when I saw her.

  A bundle of platinum-blonde hair. Lips red and full. A smile to die for. That glare that sent my heart racing and clit throbbing.

  I gasped for air and scanned for emergency exits. Rita was not alone and I didn’t feel like being introduced to her new girlfriend, who, no doubt, would still be so charmed by her she wouldn’t mind all the talk of open relationships and the enrichment polyamory can be to one’s life. I’m not one to judge—I just wanted Rita all to myself.

  “I’m Liz.” Leather pants girl handed me a cold bottle of beer. I wanted to rub it against my cheeks to make my burning blush disappear.

  “Ali.” I clinked the neck of my bottle against hers. “Thanks.”

  Liz followed my gaze, because, try as I might, I couldn’t stop looking at Rita. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, with her big brown eyes and racially ambiguous skin.

  “Do you know Rita?” Liz asked. I noticed the sudden twinkle in her eye, and I knew the score. This was a small-town club and Rita had probably taken half of the girls home at some point.

  “She’s my ex.” It still stung when I said it. “It didn’t work out.”

  I did try, but my heart had never hurt as much as when Rita had picked out a voluptuous redhead for us to have a threesome with. As if I wasn’t enough.

  “How long were you together?” Liz couldn’t let the subject go. I totally understood.

  “Seven months. Broke up three months ago.” My night of forgetting Rita was not going as planned. Not only was she here, but I was trapped in a conversation with a stranger about her. That was Rita. Ever present and always at the tip of everyone’s tongue.

  Liz whistled through her teeth. Any attraction I had felt toward her seeped out of me.

  Through the crowd, Rita made her way to where I was standing, resulting in a crazy pitter-patter of my heart.

  “I’ve been looking for you,” she said, her voice breathy and low. “Where have you been hiding?” As if she didn’t know.

  The woman trailing behind her was so pretty it hurt. She had a relaxed hipster way about her. Maybe it allowed her to stand for things I couldn’t possibly accept, no matter how much I wanted to keep Rita.

  “I take it you’ve met Liz,” I mumbled, avoiding Rita’s question.

  “Oh yeah. Good times.” She poked her girlfriend in the ribs and flashed her a knowing smile. “Remember, honey?”

  The gorgeous hipster was the honey now.

  It wasn’t so much anger rushing through me. After all, I could only blame myself for not being more compatible with Rita’s ways. It was a big surge of raw lust gripping me at the sight of Rita’s neck and her skin the color of brown butter. I had always wanted Rita. From the first second I laid eyes on her until this moment in the club, downgraded to the word ex, huddled between her current girlfriend and a lover for one night.

  It was madness, still my blood pulsed with desire. Hot pangs of want were speeding through my veins. Heat gathering between my legs already. One look was always all it took.

  “Please, meet Anya.” When Rita smiled at Anya it was as if someone reached into my chest and squeezed a cold fist around my heart. I’d never get that smile again. I’d relinquished all rights to it the day I disagreed with Rita’s rules.

  “Hey.” Anya waved a long-fingered hand at me. She was a skinny jeans and tank top kind of woman, with long ash-blonde hair falling to her shoulders and subtly painted lips.

  “Let’s dance.” Rita grabbed Anya’s hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. Then she had the audacity to wink at me. My breath hitched in my throat and all I wanted was to drag her away from Anya and take her home. Have her do that thing she did to me. That thing no one else ever did.

  Liz and I followed. She seemed as entranced as I was, the twinkle in her eye still present. We slithered our bodies between sweaty arms and backs and I started moving with the rest of them. Whenever I glanced in Rita’s direction, which was about 95 percent of the time, her eyes were fixed on me. I knew that look. She knew I did.

  No one danced like Rita. The music flowed through her bones and her muscles flexed and relaxed to the beat of its drum. It inhabited her and she was all the more mesmerizing for it. Plus, she kept eyeing me.

  I finished the beer Liz bought me in a few long drags and made for the bar to replenish, needing a break from Rita’s stare. It was obvious what she was playing at.

  Drops of sweat flickered on her bare shoulders when she joined me at the bar. I ordered four beers and thrust one in her hand.

  “Thanks,” she said, while letting her finger glide over the back of my hand. “I’m so thirsty.” She tilted her head back, exposing the delicate skin of her neck, and swallowed for what seemed like an eternity. “Anya likes you.”

  In a perfect world, I would have been over Rita by then. I tried to look away and ignore her, but the muscles in my neck didn’t allow me to—as if they were still as infatuated with her as the rest of me. Instead, I stared into the brown of her eyes, took in the enormity of her smile and surrendered. I’d never be done with her.

  “Do you want to play?” She inched closer. So close I could feel her breath on my cheeks. “Liz is welcome to join as well, of course. She’s fun.”

  It was her unwavering confidence that always got me. Not a lot of people said no to her, because she acted as if it wasn’t even a possibility.

  She brought her lips to my ear. “I know what you like.”

  I could barely move. She’d whispered me straight into a frenzy of desire. I inhaled and exhaled slowly to regain composure.

  “I’d better get these to the others.” I pointed at the bottles of beer on the counter.

  She slanted toward me again. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  She wasn’t too far off.

  I weighed my options as if I had any. As if Rita’s proposal hadn’t erased all other outcomes to my night.

  I could go home alone. I could take Liz home. All four of us could go somewhere together. Or I could ditch Liz—one less contender for Rita’s attention. None of the possibilities had me alone in a room with Rita, but beggars can’t be choosers.

  My hands trembled when I brought the bottle to my mouth. My body wasn’t giving me a lot of options. Throughout the seven months of our affair it had been reduced to nothing more than a bundle of want. Attraction-wise, no one came close. If she was offering it on a silver platter, I wouldn’t say no—even if it meant including Anya. Even if it meant I was the extra for the night.

  I found Rita’s eyes, bit my lip and nodded. The smile she shot me alone was enough to send me reeling. She arched her eyebrows and tilted her head in Liz’s direction, silently questioning her inclusion. I shook my head. If I was sharing Rita, one other person would do.

  Fifteen minutes later, Rita, Anya and I sat huddled together in the backseat of a cab. I felt my blood beat through my veins as Rita’s thigh flanked mine. It was only fitting she resided in the middle, like a queen amidst her minions. I wondered if Anya was as much a sucker for Rita’s touch as I was. The answer was obvious.

  Rita’s flat hadn’t changed. It was all red mood lighting and shag carpet. A faux fireplace guarded by life-size leopard statues in black marble. In anyone else’s home it would have looked tacky.

  “Hey.” Rita pounced on me like a wildcat while Anya watched. Was she more of an onlooker? I hoped she was.

  Rita’s blood-red lips came for me. Her heady perfume hit my nostrils hard, and I inhaled as if my life depended on it. Her nipples poked into my skin through the fabric of our tops, and the prominent display of her arousal flattered me.

  “You’re in for a treat.” There was that unflinching confidence again. There was no doubt in my mind that she was right. Every second with Rita was a treat.

  Her fingers dug into my scalp as she kissed me, and my legs turned to jelly. Her smile shifted from generously broad to mischievously narrow as she pulled her
mouth away from mine and glanced at me. She all but licked her lips.

  “Come on.” She grabbed my hand and guided me to the bedroom. I had fond memories of Rita’s king-size bed, which, from my point of view, was a total waste of space because I always slept glued to her caramel-skinned body. She probably bought it with more advanced sexual activities in mind. It could easily fit three.

  Anya followed us and hoisted her top over her head as soon as we entered the bedroom. All my attention had been so focused on Rita, I hadn’t even noticed she’d gone through the night braless. As if it was a practiced routine, Anya inched closer and Rita stepped back.

  “Kiss for me.” Rita sat down on the bed, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

  Anya’s nails scraped over the flesh of my arms. A crooked, full-lipped smile played around her lips. She looked so pale compared to Rita.

  She pressed her naked chest into me, rigid nipples stabbing into my breasts, and traced the tip of her tongue along my neck, over my chin, to my mouth. The room was silent except for the agitated coming and going of our breath and the touching of our lips. Rita sat stock-still on the edge of the bed, her eyes on fire and her head tilted sideways.

  Despite it not being Rita on the receiving end of my kisses, the fact that she sat watching us was enough of a turn-on. Anya tugged at my T-shirt and I lifted my arms to allow her to take it off. After she one-handedly unclipped my bra, she leaned into me and breathed heavily into my ear.

  “We’re going to make you come so hard,” she said, and it made me shiver. That was Rita’s line. That’s how I knew she spoke the truth.

  My nipples stiffened into hard peaks as they grazed Anya’s porcelain skin. She slid a finger under the waistband of my jeans and flipped the button open. Before coaxing me toward the bed, she lowered the zipper with her other hand, and pushed me down.

  I found her eyes and saw the madness, the same madness I’d seen flicker in Rita’s gaze so many times. The yearning for this kind of activity. The desire to live with an abandon foreign to me.

  From the bottom of the bed, Rita yanked at my jeans until they slid off. Anya removed her own trousers faster than I could blink. She didn’t appear to wear any panties either. It figured.