“Thank you, sir.”

The hand on her thigh caressed her roughly. “Now there’s the matter of your punishment.”

Hell, it shouldn’t turn her on so much when he said that.

“I want you to lie down over my knees. Wrap your arms around my calf. And lift your ass as much as possible.”

He kept his hands on her while she positioned herself, almost as if he knew his touch would calm her. Even so, her heart pounded wildly.

“Have you ever been spanked before?” he asked, running his hands over her backside. “Spread your legs a bit.”

She widened her stance and found doing so made her more stable. “No, sir.”

“You’re so brave. I’m proud of you.” He ran both hands over her, dipping one between her legs. She knew he found her wet and waiting. “It won’t be as hard as the spanking I’d give an experienced sub, but you’ll feel it. You can stop me at any point by saying what?”

“Red, sir.”

“Good girl.”

She was surprised by how good his words made her feel. She wrapped her arms around his lower legs, fingertips brushing the hard muscles there. His hands swept over her backside and she closed her eyes when he gave her butt a gentle slap.

He didn’t stop, but continued to rain light slaps over and over. It didn’t hurt, but rather made the lower half of her body feel warm and tingly. She hadn’t expected a spanking to feel so good but it really was turning her on.

There was a short break, and she wondered if that was all, when a sharp slap hit her backside and made her gasp. It stung, but then his hand covered the spot he’d struck and the heat melted into her body. She moaned.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

He chuckled. “You’re such a naughty girl.”

Another slap landed and again his hand covered the spot, allowing the sting to sweetly diffuse into need. A need for more, more of his touch, more of him. More.

He repeated the actions, following each swat with a gentle press of his hand. The spanks seemed to be getting harder, but the pain from them was somehow only intensifying her need for him.

“Your body is asking for more,” he said. “You’re lifting your ass up.”

Was she? She hadn’t realized.

His fingers drifted between her legs and brushed her. She jerked against him, trying to relieve the ache. He answered with a swift slap.

“Needy girl. You’ll have to wait, I’m not ready to fuck you yet. I’m still working on this ass.”

And work on it he did, raining swat after delicious swat on her backside. He didn’t cover them with his hand anymore, but kept up a steady tempo, sweeping a finger lightly over her clit once or twice. She had never felt so turned on in her life.

“Three more and you’re done. They’ll be harder. Can you handle them?”

Her body pulsed with the need to come and she desperately wanted his hands back on her.

She lifted herself toward him. “Yes, sir. Please.”

“So polite,” he mused. “Such a good girl.”

She gasped at the first slap, but didn’t have time to process the pain before the second came. She squeezed her eyes tight against the third. No sooner had it landed than she found herself pulled into his arms and gently placed on the bed. He lay down beside her, breathing heavily and keeping her tight in his arms.

“Are you okay?”

Outside of the need to have him inside her, like NOW? “Yes, sir. Please.”

“Please, what?”

She almost whined. He wouldn’t do it until she asked. “Please, sir. Fuck me.”

* * *

Daniel closed his eyes and forced himself to focus. It was taking all his considerable self-restraint not to bind her to his bed and do all sorts of wickedly perverse things. For all her insistence she had only wondered about BDSM, she was a sexual submissive through and through.

He just had to remind himself how new and inexperienced she was. He wanted to introduce her gently to the freedom to be found in submission, not scare the hell out of her. So, though he wanted her bent over his bed, blindfolded in his playroom, and offering herself to him in any way he wanted to take her, he wouldn’t give in. She trusted him and he wouldn’t give her reason to regret that trust.

She was on her side, looking at him with pleading eyes.

He pushed himself up to his knees, after donning a condom. “You remember what I said would happen after I spanked you.”

Her eyes grew wide, but the surprise in them couldn’t hide the desire behind her softly whispered, “Yes, sir.”

He swore his erection grew another inch every time she called him “sir” and he knew he’d do damn near anything to hear her call him “Master.” How long had it been since he collared a submissive? Had someone wear the symbol of his dominance, proclaiming for all to see that her submission was to him alone? Years? It was so easy to picture Julie kneeling, naked, and waiting for him to claim her with his collar.

Focus!

He fisted his hands by his side. “Move up the bed. I want you on your back, knees spread and held to your shoulders.”

She scooted up the bed, wincing slightly as she brushed her butt against the sheets.

“Sore ass?”

She situated herself the way he asked. In the requested position, she was open to him, and he could see the result of his handiwork.

“I asked you a question, Julie.”

“Yes, sir. It’s sore.”

He moved between her legs and took hold of her hips. He teased her with the tip of his cock. “Feel how hard you make me. What you do to me.”

He slipped his hands beneath her, so he could feel the heat of the spanking he’d given her, but more importantly, so she could.

“I’m going to fuck you so well, you won’t remember your ass.”

She whimpered and tried to press him closer.

“Not yet,” he said. “Take a second to anticipate it.” He rubbed himself against her slit. “Think about how good it’s going to be when I sink into you. Fill you up. Stretch you.”

“Please, sir.”

“I love it when you say please.” He pushed just his tip in and pulled out, making her moan. “Say it again.”

“Please, please, please.” She trembled under him.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He tightened his hold and thrust deeply into her.

He wasn’t sure which one of them shouted; probably it was both. He took a second to relish the feel of being buried inside her tight, wet body before allowing his instincts to take over.

He unleashed his primal nature and pounded into her over and over. “Feet on the mattress,” he ground out through clenched teeth.

She shifted, positioning herself so he could grab on to her hips better, aligning their bodies so she could take him deeper.

“Fuck, yes,” he panted, as he started thrusting rhythmically.

Her back arched and he rocked into her harder. She was panting, too, but in time with his thrusts, and pushing to take more of him. She was close. A good thing, because he didn’t think he would last much longer.

He slipped one hand to brush her clit. “Come hard for me, Julie.”

One more hard thrust and stroke of her clit and he held still as she climaxed around him. Her head dropped back and she groaned with relief and satisfaction.

But when she tried to drop her hips, he stopped her.

“Not quite yet. It’s my turn.” He pulled out. “On your hands and knees and make it fast, or else I spank you again instead of giving you another orgasm.”

She moved to all fours, ass in the air, and he swatted her pink flesh.

“Just because it’s so spankable,” he said, positioning himself behind her. With one swift thrust he entered her and started a rhythm that drove him closer to his own release.

Greedy Dom that he was, though, he wanted another one of her orgasms, so he slipped a hand between their bodies and circled her clit.

“Come again for me. One more time.”

When she climaxed the second time, he allowed himself to follow. Finally sated, he pushed deep and held still as he exploded into the condom.

Not wanting to crush her, he pulled her into his arms and rolled them so she lay on top. Her breathing was heavy and her body shook slightly. He ran his hand down her back. “Are you okay?”

By his standards, it had been a mild scene, but it had been her first and her response was an unknown. Some women cried, others shut down. Then there were those who slept or talked incessantly. What response would Julie have?

She stirred, pushing up to look at him. “Okay is an understatement, sir.”

He hushed her by putting a finger to her lips. “Much as I enjoy hearing you call me ‘sir,’ you can use ‘Daniel’ now.”

“No more play?”

Her softly asked question caused his cock to stir. Whatever responses he’d imagined, having her ask for more wasn’t one of them. He gently brushed her backside and noted her flinch.

“I think you’ve had enough for one night.” At her frown, he added, “Trust me, if you want more, I’ll be happy to oblige another time.”

Her head dipped. “I’d like that.”

He took her face in his hands. “Look at me. You did great. I’m so proud of you.”

“Really?” She propped herself up on her elbow. “There’s so much I don’t know.”

The way she’d situated her body exposed her breasts. He realized he’d been rather neglectful of them. He circled the nipple of one with his finger. “Knowledge will come if you want it. What you did tonight was yielding to me. Turning control over to another. And you did it beautifully.”

“It felt . . .”

He circled the other nipple. “Yes?”

“Good.”

Yes, if nothing else, that was what he wanted. For her to discover how good a submissive felt in a Dom’s hand.