On Becoming His by Benjamin T. Russell, Cassandre Dayne Page B

disappointed with her. Then again, she’d known she’d been trying his patience and couldn’t stop herself. The week had been long and arduous and she… “No excuses.” There were none she could stick to. Since they’d moved in together the constant contact was wonderful, exciting but she was being reminded every day of her place. Giggling, she slid her hand under her dress and rubbed her naked ass. No panties were allowed in the house.
    At least her regular maintenance spankings were helping her regulate her feelings. Thinking about that was truly something amazing. Who would have thought just a year ago she would not only allow a man to take her over his knee twice a week for a hard spanking and sometimes corner time, but would ask him for a solid round of discipline. Fanning her face, she knew when she heard a text message come through she was probably being told to get ready. He almost always told her exactly what to expect on the way from work and she would scamper home to prepare before his arrival. Thinking about his text from the night before gave her chills.
    When I arrive home, have three implements out on the table for me to select, be completely naked and standing in the corner and have a drink ready for me.
    Just thinking about the words gave her another tingle. The little words were all she needed to hear and she’d never argued and never complained. Did she like getting spanked? Hell no. But she was somehow relieved and always felt much better when she was curled in his arms afterwards. There was no doubt how much Luke loved her.
    Submission. That was another word entirely. She realized she was very much a submissive , but her given role hadn’t been completely without further degrees of hesitation. Hesitation? No, more like temper tantrums, but only twice. Oh dear God only twice. Her sore bottom and removal of several privileges was a very good lesson to learn. Now, their routine was almost perfect. Jezebel was well aware he was ready to move their relationship into yet another level. Tonight she had a feeling she’d find out what that level was. And the excitement was killing her.
    What seemed to be the oddest part of her new life was the almost ready acceptance by several of her friends who not only asked questions and didn’t admonish, but quite frankly were jealous as hell. Just the day before she’d had lunch with Tina, telling her one too many details over two tall margaritas and the moment shared was like old times. Finding out her friends actually didn’t care what kind of relationship she maintained was another freeing moment and since then, she and Luke had become a regular couple, coming out going to parties and dinners. Who knew? Jezebel laughed and realized the one aspect her friends couldn’t get used to was going back to her given name. They thought it way too old fashioned. Yep, and she loved it.
    Jezebel glanced at the calendar and couldn’t believe almost four months had gone by. Summer was over and fall was already changing the leaves on the trees. Sighing, she fi lled two wine glasses and inhaled deeply . The scent of cinnamon filled the kitchen, reminding her how much she loved her home, their home. Happier than she’d ever been in her life, sharing her first birthday with him as her Sir was truly something special. There was no doubt she was nervous and excited and so very much in love. Giggling, she sloshed the wine and shook her head. He always made her feel so damn special.
    She thought about how much wonderful everything had become, more vibrant and very electric, especially their sex life. Luk e was more commanding than ever , expecting and craving sex two and three times a day. Who was she to complain? The thought giving her a chuckle, she had decided to call the willful side of her Kat. Somehow purring wasn’t the same any longer. She’d stretched her boundaries and tried his patience, but at the end of the day she knew who was in charge.
    Wiping up her mess, she