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  She’d been told to wear a catsuit by the Dom. At her nod, Sandra broke into a grin, “This is so exciting!”

  “I’m really nervous about this.”

  Sandra pointed toward the bathroom, “Go try it on so that we can see what else it needs.”

  Terri’s eyes widened as she glanced at the open doorway. Since they were in the storeroom, she was tempted but shook her head. Knowing her partner was painfully shy, Sandra didn’t push it. When the buzzer on the shop sounded, Sandra jumped, “Oh…I’ll be back.”

  After she rushed into the front, Terri grabbed the collar and leathers and made a snap decision. She headed toward the bathroom. After she’d pulled on the leather catsuit, she peered into the mirror. Skin tight, the suit fit her like a glove. Slits up both arms and legs were threaded with leather ties.

  Wincing over the show of cleavage, she zipped the front up as far as it would go. After bending to tie the leather laces on the pants, she attempted to do the same with one sleeve but only managed to pull it tight. Groaning, she shook her head and told her mirror image, “This isn’t going to work. How am I supposed to tie these?”

  Glancing behind her, she thought of Sandra. Making a snap decision, she opened the door and walked barefoot into the storage room. Sandra glanced up from a box and gasped, “Oh…that looks SO hot on you.”

  Blushing bright red, Terri motioned to her sleeves, “I need some help.”

  Sandra hurried forward as she said, “With the right boots, you will rock this suit.”

  “Um…I have some thigh high boots at home.”

  Sandra grinned and held a finger up, “Stay right here.”

  As her partner hurried back to the front of the store, Terri barked a soft laugh while thinking As if I’d ever walk out into the store in this!

  Sandra returned with a pair of soft thigh high boots with spiked heels similar to the ones she already owned. Slipping them on, Terri nervously stood before her partner. Sandra nodded, “Oh…yeah! That’s excellent.”

  Before Terri could say another word, Sandra was pulling items out of boxes to implement the outfit. When she was finished, a studded corset cinched her waist while a matching collar graced her neck. Fingerless gloves climbed up her arms, stopping short of her sleeves.

  “Terri, if you need my help getting ready later on…just ask. I know how hard it is to get the stuff on and off.”

  “You’d do that?”

  “Oh, I’d love to. What time do you want me to come over?”

  “I have to be there at eight.”

  Sandra nodded, “No problem. Would it be okay for me to come over around six? That way, I can help apply makeup or whatever. You are wearing makeup to this, aren’t you?”

  Terri hadn’t even thought about her face. Her eyes widened, “I don’t even own makeup.”

  Sandra smiled softly, “Give me thirty minutes and, if you’re okay with it, I’ll take you shopping.”

  The thought of spending time in a crowd was unsettling but Terri knew she should go all out for this. She nodded and breathed, “Thank you, Sandra.”

  ***

  Terri stared at the image in the mirror, unable to recognize herself with makeup. Her long hair, still pulled back in a ponytail, framed a beautiful face that was a photographer’s dream come true. Her brown eyes were a bit odd but highly compelling, especially when emotional. They deepened when she was anxious.

  Sandra stood behind her with hands clasped as she breathed, “Damn, Terri, I wish I had your looks.”

  With eyebrows shaped over seductive brown eyes, Terri’s gaze lowered to her full lips which Sandra had expertly accentuated with shades of berry-colored lipstick. Her gaze shot to Sandra in the mirror, “I can’t leave the house like this, Sandra.”

  “Of course you can. People do it every day. Are you taking a cab?”

  At Terri’s nod, Sandra said, “I can’t wait to see you in the outfit.”

  “You don’t understand, Sandra. People will stare. They always do.”

  Understanding crossed Sandra’s face but she insisted, “Terri, you’re beautiful. People want to be near beauty. One smile from you and they’ll feel beautiful.”

  Anxiety settled in Terri’s stomach like a rock. She nodded but could see the worry and dismay in her own eyes. Self-loathing threatened to rise so she quickly looked away from her own image. Forcing herself to stand, she picked up the outfit and took a deep breath, “Give me a minute.”

  After changing into the leather, she returned to let Sandra lace her sleeves and thighs. Once she slid her shoes into the thigh high boots, she zipped them up and stood to gaze once again in the mirror. She had to admit that she looked ready to rule any man that crossed her path.

  “Where’d you find the boot jewelry?”

  “Oh…um…it was a gift for the party.”

  Knowing a little about adornments, Sandra knelt before her and studied one of her boots, “Oh my God, Terri! These are real jewels.”

  Terri nodded distractedly, figuring as much. Sandra coughed a laugh, “I want to meet the host of this party.”

  Terri hesitantly smiled and blurted out, “It’s a secret.”

  Sandra’s head jerked up and her eyes shot to Terri who quickly averted her gaze. She couldn’t help but think, What would you think if you knew I was about to take a Dom as a lover?

  “Do you want me to stay until you’re picked up by the cab?”

  Terri automatically said, “No,” before quickly adding, “Sorry, Sandra. I’m just not used to being around people.”

  Sandra could see her obvious distress. She nodded, “I’ll see you soon, okay.”

  After she left, Terri took a cab to the castle. As she neared it, winks of light danced atop the spire. She had no way of know that from above, it appeared as a winding pond with light flashing off the surface. Gazing out the window of the cab, she watched it emerge from the hillside as she approached.

  Enchanted by the view, she entered the front door to discover a modern world within. The contrast was surreal, making her pause before her world was shifted again. The same Dom that she’d seen before opened the door to his office, “Miss Kale, it’s nice to see you. Can’t say that I like the coat.”

  She glanced down at her coat and back up to him, appearing meek and needing to hide. The Dom’s, known only to her as Master, eyebrow flew up. He nodded once with pursed lips, “We’ll have to do something about that.”

  Taking a deep breath to study her nerves, she finally nodded, “Okay, Master”

  “We will get to know each other this weekend, Tigress. In order for me to help you, I must know you. It’ll be therapeutic and painful but we’ll start with the good stuff.”

  A shiver shot through her before she nodded, “Yes, Master.”

  At the previous meeting, she’d been told to expect a test drive of sorts. They’d thoroughly interviewed her before he’d appeared with in depth questioning. When she’d asked him his name, he’d simply said Master. I can’t wait to hear you voice it.

  He led her into a bedroom where she knelt by the bed in a respectful presentation. He stopped and looked down at her as she asked, “Master, may I enter your world?”

  His fingers lifted her chin so she’d look up at him, “Yes, you may. Those eyes are incredibly sultry. Unless I tell you otherwise, keep them averted.”

  Her gaze fell from his eyes to his lips before dropping to the carpet. Amusement struck his voice, “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”

  From experience, Terri had suspected she was submissive. When roughness or a certain attitude was present, she’d responded immediately. She told him in a breathless voice, “Yes, Master.”

  Master’s thumb glided over her cheek, brushed her parted lips before he ran it across her tongue. As his damp finger grazed her lip once again, transferring moisture, he said, “Look at me.”

  From her heightened arousal, her eyes were even darker which amplified the golden flecks. He stared at her for a moment and said, “Stand.”r />
  Taking in his immaculate appearance with trimmed jaw-line stubble, she had been told what she was to expect. This was a test to see if they were compatible. If she passed, the Dom now rocking a powerful charisma would hold every shred of her control in his hands.

  Her stomach quivered when his chin lowered. His face moved slowly toward hers. Like before, he rerouted the expected kiss in order to rake stubble against her cheek. He didn’t stop until he whispered in her ear, “Kisses are to be savored.”

  Pulling back, dragging stubble across her cheek, he stopped to hover his lips over hers, “You don’t ever want to attempt that. If you’re good or have something exceptional, I may decide to kiss you as reward. Do you understand?”

  Terri tried to control her breathing but couldn’t seem to fill her lungs. With her stomach quivering, she emitted a shaky yes. Knowing he was toying with her, pushing to see if she would take the bait.

  The entire time he spoke, he studied her intense eyes, already thinking he couldn’t wait to see them glaze over. The Dom before her was actually a doctor in his spare time. He knew the human anatomy inside and out.

  He also knew that Terri desperately wanted a connection with someone. She was tired of dealing alone, becoming a ticking time bomb under a controlling thumb, and needed help before more anger fed her self-loathing. Her mother continually fed the anger.

  He’d already researched her, knew of her mother, and had a head start on the bigger picture. Her sheltering mother had taught her to hide. Now, that same mother called the shots. Terri’s resentment toward her knew no bounds. She funneled that through sex. Rough sex.

  Craving a forbidden lifestyle, Terri had chosen to adopt a business within the same zone and now hid both from her mother. Terri developed a strict routine that benefitted this secret but now had to change it.

  Looking at her bizarre eyes, he could only imagine the reaction she must receive from people. Her mother, being protective and highly religious, had set up conflicting boundaries within her. His job was to lure her back into the public eye through support, care, and securing that her mother stayed away.

  Looking down at her now, he wondered exactly what triggered that yearning for roughness and what affect those bizarre eyes would undertake during the act.

  His hand went to the zipper on her leathers where she’d worried that she was showing too much cleavage. Slowly lowering it, he shoved his hand into her hair and tugged as he unzipped. She tensed but didn’t try to stop him. When he stopped at her stomach, spying the lacy black bra with size-Cs resting within the cups, he grinned, “I know you like it rough, Slut.”

  At the name, her eyes flew to his. He shook his head, “Lower your gaze.”

  Indecision crossed her face as her eyes hardened. He cocked an eyebrow, “Are you choosing to be difficult?”

  Her eyes lowered when his narrowed. He pushed her leathers off her shoulders, tugging until the garment pooled at her waist, “I’ll have you on your knees sucking my cock, Slut.”

  From her interview, she knew what he was trying to do; attempting to make her mad. She kept her eyes to the floor as he whispered, “Kneel and kiss my feet.”

  With his hand still thrust into her hair, she knelt under his guidance. When he let her go, she leaned forward to kiss his feet. That’s when she heard his zipper as he said, “Take my shoes off.”

  She did as told. Fighting her rising anticipation, she kissed both his feet before her gaze slowly rose up his legs. He jerked her chin up as she stood. She wanted him so bad she couldn’t stop shaking.

  He had unzipped his pants, folding the leather into a V so the outline of his shaft was displayed before her. Aching and ready for whatever he could unleash, she didn’t breathe while waiting for him to speak.

  “Suck it, Slut.”

  She bared her teeth on the way to him, causing him to reroute her face and say, “Don’t bite me.”

  She stared up into his icy blue eyes, watching a knowing look come over them. He suddenly shook his head as she gazed at his jeweled member. Longer than most, it had large imbedded beads marching down its shaft. A cock ring adorned the top.

  He looked down at her, staring at his cock as if she might just attack, “I think we’ll bypass the foreplay, Slut.”

  Terri was a throbbing mess. When he pulled her face up, she did the first thing that came to mind. She tried to kiss him. Her lips landed on the corner of his mouth before he pulled her head back by her hair.

  He saw her angle right away and nodded, “You want to push it. Alright.”

  Sweeping her easily to him, he growled as he tossed her onto the mattress. She bounced on the bed, trying to roll away but he grabbed her ankle. She kicked at him when he pulled her to him. Pinning her down, he breathed over her cheek, “I’m cuffing you to the bed, Tigress, and whipping that ass.”

  He immediately nestled one wrist within a hanging cuff and then the other. Terri was shaking with raw lust. He grabbed her hips and quickly turned her over. She jerked, feeling teeth and hot breath on her ass, and shrieked when he bit her.

  Unable to move her legs which were spread wide, she hiked her hips into the air and twisted upward. A hand slapped her ass before his teeth met her side. She squeaked when he bit her again in the ribs.

  Slapping her ass again, he bit the underside of her breast hard enough to mark. She tried to kick at him but couldn’t bend her legs. His hand slapped her ass again, leaving a red print.

  She yelped when he slapped down again, grabbing her ass to squeeze as he breathed over her back, “You listen to me, Slut. No more teeth. I bite…you. Biting is my specialty.”

  He bit her back, marking her again and eliciting a scream from Terri before standing as he smacked her hiked ass. He marked her cheek while tenderly caressing the other before sliding his thumb over her slit in a seductive caress. She gasped when his hand slapped the place he’d just bitten, leaving her aching for more.

  Tasting and teasing, he nibbled down to her slit as he held her hips still. When his hot tongue slipped inside her, a long wail started. Over and over, he fucked her with his tongue until she was squirming in his grip and mumbling nonsensical pleas.

  He finally stopped and slapped her ass as he said, “You crave it all the time, don’t you, Terri? You’re wet and ready every minute of the day. You want Sex.”

  The fact that he’d used her name instead of Slut or Tigress stunned her. His sarcastic tone hung in the air as she fought the emptiness and yearning he’d left in his wake. He suddenly turned her over, “I bet you’re a sexual addict in private. You masturbate frequently. You were mommy’s pent-up little disaster, weren’t you?”

  His words were true but she couldn’t stop her body’s ache. Every inch of her skin screamed for release. She became another person, more confident and free, during sex. If truth be told, she wanted to be more like that girl.

  She’d lured many men for her need for rough sex, seeking something but never quite finding it. In secret, she’d always wondered if she would enjoy being controlled. The thought did funny things to her. Things she needed to explore.

  He crawled up her, hovering over her face to breathe, “It’s past time that pussy got fucked by something more substantial than one-night stands.”

  His whisper made her gaze fly to him before he turned her over onto her stomach, immediately breaking the eye contact, “I’m going to whip you now.”

  He left her no opportunity to ponder his words. She gasped when the first strike hit her ass. The second was harder. As he sped up, applying more force with each slap, she almost hyperventilated. Pain sank into both cheeks, firing arousal along with it. Her body curled inward.

  She discovered herself on hands and knees with her cheek to the blanket. Hips spread and hiked, she was crying and begging at the same time as her body took over. The leather paddle he used slapped her twin holes repeatedly, each time driving her toes digging into the blanket.

  Between smacks, he lowered his mouth to her ear to breath instruct
ions such as “no more biting unless invited.”

  He suddenly pulled her ankle, causing her to drop face down to the bed. At the same time, he pulled her swiftly to him. When he stopped deep inside her to barely thrust, she raked in a lungful of air at each curl of his hips.

  Teeth closed over her shoulder to work the sensitive muscle joining to neck as he pulled out to quickly thrust back inside. With her mind blown by the spanking, her body was drenched with a chemical brew of aphrodisiac. She throbbed around him, trying to speak but managing tiny squeaks instead at each thrust.

  Convulsing around him, she gasped as her body sank into a lethargic bliss. With her skin flooded with goose bumps, she weakly pushed at the bed and mindlessly begged. He suddenly unstrapped the toy and turned her over before fucking her even harder.

  Tipping her head back, he said, “Look at me.”

  Her beautiful glazed eyes settled on him. Entwining his fingers into her tresses, he said, “I want to see those eyes when you come.”

  Lifting her hips, he thrust and stopped deep inside her to flex. Her back bowed off the bed as her pussy queefed around him. He fucked her rough and hard, jarring her with every rocking thrust. Taking in her nipples heaved in the air, he bit her repeatedly as he released a cuff.

  Her hand immediately flew into his hair when he bit her breast while sucking at a nipple. She pulled his hair as her hips worked, grinding against him. With her back arched into the air, she was locked within a continuous orgasm.

  As the pleasure mounted with every rake of his jeweled shaft, he shifted to another angle. Her body went limp as her eyes glazed. He rocked her against his hips, commanding that she look at him.

  Her eyes had returned to a deep chocolate brown with gold flecks. They were glazed over with her lips parted and her hair fanned around her. The vision caused the Dom’s jaw muscle to jump as he stared at her. She was too sexy to describe but wearing an air of anger and innocence that was irresistible.

  That’s how the Dom would have described the woman now slowly grinding on his cock. Without meaning to but needing to, he lowered his lips to hers. Her tongue darted out to taste him before her teeth nipped his lower lip.