into her palms. He found it amazing that she hadn’t tried to shield her body. Just as he had thought after reading her manuscript, she was receptive. That was wonderful. He really planned on staying in character, but he suddenly realized he wanted her to live her fantasy in the most real manner. One that she wouldn’t likely forget.
Her shock had thrown her out of character, had her using his real name. He’d forgive her that because he was about to do the same. But with purpose. When it was over—when she’d begged and pleaded and screamed her release—he wanted her to remember it was just the two of them in those final moments. And that was how he wanted it to be for the unforeseeable future.
“Walk to the end of the table, Erin. Bend over and rest your weight on your forearms. Think about what a truly bad girl you are and stick that ass out for everyone to see.”
Not “lady”. Not “baby”.
Erin. All he had to do was say her real name in just the right tone and she was primed. When had that happened? And why? Because she was alone and horny? Because writing oftentimes made that last part worse? Because he was too damn handsome for words? Even when he was being Dom of the imaginary manor. There hadn’t been any corporeal punishment in her story either, but after this…
She walked slowly toward the table, her low heels echoing across the floor. He should have chosen something a little more come-fuck-me if he intended for her to be in this position. She took her place and looked at the thin layer of padding atop the narrow rectangle. It didn’t look overly comfortable. But maybe that was the point. Placing her palms flat on the leather top, she confirmed her suspicion.
“That’s very good. Now here’s the part where you think of all the dirty little things you’ve done. I need your ass bared, but you get to choose who pulls down your panties. You have six people who need to be rewarded by little deeds or some that are a bit more important. Consider your fantasies and choose wisely. Because at some point, if you’re looking for double penetration, it would suck to be left with only me and one of the ladies. I don’t think anyone brought their strap-on.”
“Oh my god.” Erin closed her eyes and shook her head. DP and strap- ons ? “I never said I wanted that.”
“No. But there’s no need for constraint. We’re starting slow. Who gets panty removal?” he demanded.
“Tina,” she replied quickly. There seemed to be safety with that answer. But she clearly heard the woman’s disgruntled hmmmpf as she walked behind Erin and, with little effort or expertise, grabbed the corners of her panties and yanked them down her legs.
“Do I at least get them as a souvenir?” the woman mumbled.
Erin was about to respond when Danny answered for her. “No you do not and your insolence will be addressed later, but for your dutiful service to your lady, you may deliver— Pick a number, Erin.”
“Four.” It was her favorite number, the first thing that popped into her head. She was fairly certain she needed to go with gut instinct at this point in time. Overthinking wouldn’t be a good thing.
“You may deliver the inaugural four whacks.”
“Thank you Sir!”
Erin heard the delight in the woman’s voice, which was quickly replaced with a firm tone that made Erin shiver.
“On your elbows, as the Master ordered.”
“The earl, Tina,” Danny replied. “Not Master.”
“My apology, your earlship . If she doesn’t obey, may I double the swings?”
Erin lowered her upper body, taking a deep breath to still her heart. There was no doubt she had enjoyed the way the woman had touched her, which wasn’t at all what she would have expected. Nor was the sharp crack that sounded just before the cheek of her ass seemed to catch fire.
“Oh my—”
The woman’s palm landed on her other cheek and Erin pushed herself upward off the bench. Danny materialized at her side and leaned down until
Her shock had thrown her out of character, had her using his real name. He’d forgive her that because he was about to do the same. But with purpose. When it was over—when she’d begged and pleaded and screamed her release—he wanted her to remember it was just the two of them in those final moments. And that was how he wanted it to be for the unforeseeable future.
“Walk to the end of the table, Erin. Bend over and rest your weight on your forearms. Think about what a truly bad girl you are and stick that ass out for everyone to see.”
Not “lady”. Not “baby”.
Erin. All he had to do was say her real name in just the right tone and she was primed. When had that happened? And why? Because she was alone and horny? Because writing oftentimes made that last part worse? Because he was too damn handsome for words? Even when he was being Dom of the imaginary manor. There hadn’t been any corporeal punishment in her story either, but after this…
She walked slowly toward the table, her low heels echoing across the floor. He should have chosen something a little more come-fuck-me if he intended for her to be in this position. She took her place and looked at the thin layer of padding atop the narrow rectangle. It didn’t look overly comfortable. But maybe that was the point. Placing her palms flat on the leather top, she confirmed her suspicion.
“That’s very good. Now here’s the part where you think of all the dirty little things you’ve done. I need your ass bared, but you get to choose who pulls down your panties. You have six people who need to be rewarded by little deeds or some that are a bit more important. Consider your fantasies and choose wisely. Because at some point, if you’re looking for double penetration, it would suck to be left with only me and one of the ladies. I don’t think anyone brought their strap-on.”
“Oh my god.” Erin closed her eyes and shook her head. DP and strap- ons ? “I never said I wanted that.”
“No. But there’s no need for constraint. We’re starting slow. Who gets panty removal?” he demanded.
“Tina,” she replied quickly. There seemed to be safety with that answer. But she clearly heard the woman’s disgruntled hmmmpf as she walked behind Erin and, with little effort or expertise, grabbed the corners of her panties and yanked them down her legs.
“Do I at least get them as a souvenir?” the woman mumbled.
Erin was about to respond when Danny answered for her. “No you do not and your insolence will be addressed later, but for your dutiful service to your lady, you may deliver— Pick a number, Erin.”
“Four.” It was her favorite number, the first thing that popped into her head. She was fairly certain she needed to go with gut instinct at this point in time. Overthinking wouldn’t be a good thing.
“You may deliver the inaugural four whacks.”
“Thank you Sir!”
Erin heard the delight in the woman’s voice, which was quickly replaced with a firm tone that made Erin shiver.
“On your elbows, as the Master ordered.”
“The earl, Tina,” Danny replied. “Not Master.”
“My apology, your earlship . If she doesn’t obey, may I double the swings?”
Erin lowered her upper body, taking a deep breath to still her heart. There was no doubt she had enjoyed the way the woman had touched her, which wasn’t at all what she would have expected. Nor was the sharp crack that sounded just before the cheek of her ass seemed to catch fire.
“Oh my—”
The woman’s palm landed on her other cheek and Erin pushed herself upward off the bench. Danny materialized at her side and leaned down until
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