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  sure, to the untrained eye it probably looked like he was a man who

  liked really heavy hanging plants, but Jen knew the difference. Stef

  just liked to be perverse in a lot of different places.

  There was a click as he locked the door. “I like to do my part to

  help the community. I almost never use this office, but it’s here if I need to take a meeting with someone from out of town. Most of the

  people in town prefer to hold meetings at Stella’s. The coffee is

  better. I’m mostly in charge of planning and beautification. Now

  strip.”

  He stared at her, one brow arched, his back against the door.

  It looked like she would make her stand without any clothes on.

  Jen shrugged out of her coat and kicked off her boots.

  “Fold them, please,” Stef said. His voice was deep and steady, but

  she could see that his eyes were heating up. They were a glorious

  slate color as he watched her.

  At least he’d said please. Jen carefully folded the clothes as she

  took them off. She shivered a little despite the heat being on. It was

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  still chilly. Her nipples were hard nubs pointing in Stef’s direction. It had nothing to do with the cold. They always pointed Stef’s direction.

  A little quiver started in her belly. She was alone with Stef, and all of that intensity of his was focused on her.

  “I’m going to teach you some things, love.” His sensual lips

  moved, but his eyes never left her body. “Your training begins now.

  Do you understand why I intend to punish you?”

  She swallowed. Punishment. He made the word sound like dirty,

  sick pleasure. “Because I disobeyed you.”

  “Yes,” Stef agreed. He slid his hands into the inside pocket of his

  coat and came out with a plastic bag. “You disobeyed a direct order

  given for your safety and my peace of mind. I didn’t ask you to stay

  home. I told you to. I understand that might upset you, but from time

  to time I will have things I won’t move on. This isn’t a one-way

  street, Jennifer. It might seem harsh to you, but I assume there are

  some things you will be unmoving on.”

  While he spoke, he set the bag on his desk and then slid his coat

  off his shoulders. He hung it up, along with his hat, and went around

  to the front of his desk.

  Jen stood still, waiting for his orders. It might not be the bedroom,

  but it certainly felt intimate. She’d agreed to play his submissive. “I didn’t know I had that power over you, Stef.”

  He turned his face to her, a slight smile on his mouth. “Really? So

  I’m allowed to fuck other girls, am I?”

  She felt herself flush. “I will cut your balls off.”

  She immediately regretted her words, but the image of him with

  another woman made her want to rage. She’d had to handle it when

  they weren’t together. It might only be a D/s relationship, but she

  simply couldn’t watch him with someone else. She waited for him to

  put her in her place.

  He simply chuckled lightly as he pulled out office supplies. “I

  rather thought so, love. As I prefer my balls attached to my body, I

  think I’ll forgo the other women. See, you have unmoving edicts, and

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  so do I. One of my unmoving edicts is that you remain alive and in

  one piece.”

  “Well, if you put it that way,” Jen grumbled. He was making her

  crazy. She was standing there naked, and he was playing with paper

  clips. He pulled at one and then another.

  “I didn’t realize I had to put it a particular way,” he said as he

  twisted the metal clip over his forefinger. “Perfect.” He laid the first one down and went to work on the second. “As far as unmoving

  edicts go, let me give you a second. I realize that sharing seems to be all the rage amongst the women of Bliss, but you should know that I

  will not be jumping on that particular bandwagon. Don’t go looking

  for a third.”

  That was the furthest thing from her mind. She could barely

  handle Stef, much less a friend of his. “You’re safe, babe. I know

  Callie and Rachel go on and on about how hot the sex is, but they

  have to do the laundry, too. Other women see hot double penetration,

  and all I see is double the underwear to clean. And I bet they eat a lot, too.”

  Stef laughed, the first time today he’d laughed for her. “I don’t

  think you’ll have to do much laundry at the estate. However, you

  deeply underestimate my creativity if you think I can’t find a way to

  fill every hot hole you have, love. On your knees, Jennifer. I’m going to teach you the slave position.”

  She sank to her knees, grateful he’d had a plush carpet installed

  instead of the stained concrete that covered the rest of town hall. She settled into a sitting position, the carpet soft under her legs. Of course, Stef would have his comforts. She threaded her fingers together

  behind her back, thrusting her breasts out. She breathed deeply and

  straightened her spine. Her knees were splayed wide so her pussy was

  on display for him. She lowered her head submissively. It wasn’t

  more than a few seconds before his boots came into view.

  “Very nice, love. Tell me, and think carefully about the answer,

  where did you learn this? You have perfect form.”

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  The jealousy dripped from his every word. She was glad her head

  was lowered and her hair covered her face, because she couldn’t help

  but smile. He thought she’d had a previous Dom. “I learned it from

  books. You would be surprised what you can find on Amazon these

  days. And the Internet. I wanted to know what you liked, Sir.”

  His hand lifted her chin up. “Not Sir, Jennifer, and not Master. My

  name is Stefan.”

  “But, I thought your subs called you one or the other.”

  “They weren’t mine,” Stef explained. “They were women I

  trained for brief periods of time.”

  “I thought that’s what I was.” She pointed out his faulty logic

  gently.

  “I would prefer Stefan.” He stepped back.

  She kept her gaze on him. He might not recognize it, but he was

  starting to bend.

  “Stay in position. I need to decorate these lovely breasts,” he said,

  holding the clips in his hand.

  “Those are paper clips.” Jen watched as he got on his knees in

  front of her. His hands came out to cup her breasts. Her skin quivered under his touch.

  “Are they? I think I can make them into something much more

  interesting. Don’t move. Stay in your position. These lovely breasts of yours are my playthings.”

  His fingers were callused from holding a brush for long hours. It

  wasn’t just from painting though. Stef worked with his hands all the

  time. He worked the horses at the Harper Stables. He helped build

  with his neighbors. He was always using those hands to create. Now

  his strong fingers pinched at her nipples, creating a deep ache in her pussy. He plucked at a nipple, rolling it between his thumb and

  forefinger. Her pussy was already wet, and she could feel her body

  begin to hum.

  “I love the color of your nipples, perfect innocent circles of rose

  and b
rown.” He leaned over, his husky words sliding over her flesh

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  like a warm blanket. He lowered his head, and his tongue came out.

  The sight of his tongue curling around her nipple caused her to moan.

  He sucked the tip into his mouth, sending sparks shooting from her

  breast to her cunt.

  “This isn’t torture, Stef,” she heard herself say. It felt like heaven.

  He came back to his knees, a slightly sinister look on his face. He

  winked at her and held up the paper clip. “Oh, it will definitely be

  torture, love.”

  He pinched her nipple with one hand and then slid the clip on.

  Jen gasped as her nipple was caught in the clip. It didn’t hurt

  exactly. He’d stretched it out so it didn’t bite, but it held the flesh in a little vise. Already she could feel the pull of the discomfort. It

  reminded her that he was in control. She was a plaything, clamped

  and ready for his pleasure.

  He quickly clamped the other breast and looked at his handiwork.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous, love.” His cock was straining at the

  fly of his jeans. His dark hair fell over his forehead. “I know those are improvised clamps, but they still hold you well. All the blood is

  pooling in those pretty nipples.”

  He flicked one with his forefinger. Jen gasped at the touch. She

  was so sensitive. One little flick of his fingers had her panting and

  ready to do anything he asked.

  “See what I mean? You should know, Jennifer, that I like toys. I

  like expensive, perverted, twisted toys, but I can torture you without them. Anywhere, anytime. I’ll find the tools I need. I’ll make sure to discipline you whenever it’s required.”

  Yep, she wouldn’t be able to walk through an office supply store

  again without wondering exactly what dirty things Stef could do to

  her.

  His hand went between her legs. He slid his fingers over her

  mound and into the slick folds of her labia. It was all Jen could do to keep her position.

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  “And, love, if you ever disobey a direct order given to keep you

  safe and whole again, I will clamp this little gem.” He rubbed the pad of his finger over her desperate clitoris. It was a fleeting touch that tantalized and tormented. “I will clamp it, and I will torture it. I’ll bring you to the edge a hundred times, and a hundred times I’ll step

  back. You’ll beg, and you’ll plead, and you’ll think I’ll give in, but I won’t, because a bratty little submissive will not get pleasure from

  me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” She would agree to anything to get him to touch her again.

  He was ramping her up. She’d never been so hot. Before, their

  encounters had been quick and furious, but this slow tease was

  building to something explosive.

  “What did you say?” Menace glittered from his hard tone.

  “Stefan.” She quickly corrected herself. “Yes, I understand,

  Stefan.”

  “Excellent. Let’s move on to the next phase of your punishment.

  Surely you didn’t think a couple of clamps could make up for what

  you did? What does a disobedient sub deserve?”

  Hopefully a mercy orgasm. “Whatever her Dom deems fit,

  Stefan.”

  “Good answer. I think a disobedient little sub should learn to take

  a plug.”

  Her ass clenched at the thought. He was going to shove a plug up

  her ass. Her breath caught. She’d known he would want it, but she’d

  been worried it would turn her off. Now, the thought of presenting her ass to him had her heart speeding up. Subspace, she thought, looking

  for the word. Pleasing Stefan suddenly seemed like pleasure in and of

  itself. This was what the books had talked about.

  “You said you’ve read up on BDSM,” Stef said, getting to his

  feet. “Show me. Present yourself to me.” He held a hand out to help

  her up.

  Jen got to her feet. She could feel the clamps moving as her

  breasts swayed. This was why he’d done it, so she would be aware of

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  her nipples at all times. She felt wobbly, but she managed to stand and walk to the big mahogany desk that dominated the office. She placed

  her hands flat on the desk, kept her spine straight, and shoved her ass in the air. She looked across the desk. Now she could see what was in

  the bag Stef had taken out of his coat. The clear plastic plug and tube of lubricant were unmistakable.

  “You came prepared.” At least he wasn’t going to use a

  highlighter or a glue stick.

  “Always,” he said. Jen felt him reach for the bag. “Keep your eyes

  front.”

  She gritted her teeth. Not being able to see what he was doing was

  going to be torture in and of itself.

  “Your skin is beautiful, Jennifer.”

  He placed his palms on her shoulder blades. She relaxed at the

  contact. Somehow she didn’t feel as off kilter when he touched her.

  When he touched her with those hands of his, she felt like a work in

  progress, like a sculpture he was molding lovingly. She felt like she

  was being brought to life.

  His hands caressed her as though studying and memorizing her

  every curve and angle. He skimmed her back and molded her hips.

  She felt his lips on the nape of her neck. He traced her spine with his lips, awakening every inch of her flesh. She felt his mouth on the

  small of her back and then his hands on her cheeks. She went onto her

  toes as he spread her wide.

  “Look at the pretty asshole.” His voice had gone deep and husky.

  “What a pretty little hole. It looks lonely, love. It looks like it needs to be filled.”

  She braced herself as she felt the cool lube hit her anus. She held

  on to the desk as his finger rimmed her asshole. He massaged the lube

  into her ass, his finger pressing in and circling her hole. She shivered at the dark sensation of his finger working her over.

  “You’re very tight, love.” He placed one hand on the small of her

  back, holding her down as he pushed his finger deep inside her. “It’s

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  going to be hard for you to take this plug, and even harder for you to take my cock, but you’ll do it. You’ll take everything I give you, and you’ll thank me for it.”

  She wasn’t sure about the part where she thanked him. The

  sensation was strange. It didn’t hurt, but she wasn’t sure it was

  pleasure either. It was unnerving, and she felt a bit on edge as he

  pressed into her.

  “Not sure, yet? You will be. I’ll make sure you’re ready for me. I

  can’t wait to fuck this tight asshole. I’m going to ram my cock into

  you. You’ll whimper a little, but by the time I’m done, you’ll writhe

  under me. You’ll cry out and beg me to fuck your ass.”

  His finger disappeared, and then she felt something stiff tickling at

  her anus. She couldn’t help it. She clenched her muscles, instinctively trying to keep the foreign object out.

  A crack whipped through the room as Stef’s hand came down on

  her ass. Heat and a sharp pain singed her.

  “Don’t you try to keep me out. This belongs to me. You belong to

  me. Now relax and open up.” He pressed the plug against her again.

  His voice became softer and more cajoling. “Let
me in, Jennifer. I

  want to come in. I promise you won’t regret it.”

  The hand on her back soothed her as he pressed the plug to her

  anus.

  “Breathe out, love. Breathe out, and flatten your back.”

  Jen tried to relax. She filled her lungs and let the breath go while

  she pressed back against Stef’s hand. She groaned a little as the plug breached her hole.

  “Now that is a beautiful sight. You’re doing so well.”

  Jen forced her ass back and felt the plug slide home. Jen’s hands

  shook at the almost unbearable fullness in her ass. Stef kept her

  cheeks open.

  “Do you have any idea what this does to me? I want to know

  you’re walking around with this little piece of plastic shoved up your

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  rectum because you’re preparing yourself for me. You’re getting

  ready to take my cock.”

  Without warning, his fingers slid into her pussy.

  Jen bit her lip to keep from crying out.

  “See, the plug makes your already tight cunt even tighter. I don’t

  have to share you with some other man to fill you up.” He pressed a

  single finger deep inside her. “You are so wet for me, Jennifer.

  Someone liked having her ass plugged. Someone likes being a nasty

  girl.”

  She liked being his nasty girl. Somehow Stef made all the dirty

  stuff seem loving. His hands caressed her sweetly even as he

  whispered filth into her ear. He worshipped her even as he played the

  big, bad Dom.

  “How are you going to take care of your Master, little sub? You

  put him through hell today. He deserves a little stress relief. Can you think of any way to make it up to him?”

  She felt the heat of his body as he pressed against her. His fingers

  teased her soaking flesh as he nudged her insistently with his hard

  cock. Oh, she wanted him to take out that big dick and thrust it into

  her. Nothing else could possibly satisfy her, but more than that, she wanted to please him. This was what it meant to play with Stef, and

  she wanted to play her part.

  “Let me please you, Stefan.”

  He chuckled and ran his free hand through her hair. “How are you

  going to do that, love?”

  Stef liked dirty talk, so she searched her brain for the right words.