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  "I … I've never had anal."

  "Do you want to take it off the table?"

  Avril was about to say yes but then began thinking. She'd heard women talking about anal sex and how much they'd enjoyed it. Maybe it would be foolish of her to say no to something she'd never tried merely because it scared her.

  "Maybe I could try, then decide?"

  "Good idea. Rest assured, Avril, it isn't something that we'd do immediately. For your own comfort you need to be acclimatized, your body stretched to accommodate my cock. I'm not that mean a sadist that I would want to put you off something forever simply because I rushed things."

  "Stretched?"

  "Don't worry, Kitten, I can assure you it will be pleasant, and if you think it isn't we can easily put it on the hard limit ledger."

  "Okay."

  "I know you don't mind oral sex, but what about things like gags, blindfolds?"

  "I can't see them causing a problem."

  "Kitten, as your body becomes used to my using crops and floggers I'll want to go to things like canes and whips. Do you see this as a problem?"

  "Do they hurt more?"

  "Yes. They also leave marks, but I would always make sure I treated them after our sessions. I would try not to scar your beautiful body, but you have to accept there is always a possibility that one of my hits may break the skin in a way that would scar. Quite often caning and whipping does leave open welts, but I am proud of the fact I generally don't hit deep enough to leave permanent scars."

  "So, this would be after my skin has toughened up a bit?"

  "Yes, but if you say yes to it you also have to accept the danger that is inherent in caning and whipping."

  "I imagine there is a danger in using the things you already have."

  "Definitely, but I always make sure I don't lash out willy-nilly. I always make sure I'm in complete control during our sessions."

  "Why? I mean I get it, but, how can you? Shit, I mean you get excited."

  He gave a sexy grin, and Avril felt her heart flip.

  "That's part of me being a sadist, part of who I am. I guess you could also say I’m also a control freak during sex, kind of strict. Yes, I do get excited, but I am always aware of the risk you are taking and the trust you've given me. Your welfare is foremost. But I do get excited. Excited for you is letting go and accepting everything I dish out, whereas I am always under control. That's what makes it exciting for me. No matter how excited I am I have to always be in control—that's the difference."

  Avril blurted out, "But sometimes you have sex."

  "Oh, my dearest Kitten, rest assured we will be having a lot of sex. That delightful body of yours was made for a man to sink his cock into, and I intend to take advantage of it a lot." She blushed as he continued. "I intent to eat your delicious cunt, fuck it, and fuck your ass, your mouth, every part I can. And I know how much you'll enjoy it."

  His crude words made her gasp, but she also felt a tendril of excitement. She couldn't believe it. This man was turning her on with only a few dirty words and because she knew he intended to give her pain. He gripped her chin between his fingers—hard.

  "You'll like that, won't you? You'll scream for me to fuck you, to shove my cock deep inside your cunt. Tell me! Tell me how much you want it."

  "Ye-yes."

  "Say it, Avril. Say you want my cock in your cunt. Say the words."

  She gulped. "I … I want your cock in my cunt."

  "Mm, beautiful. I think I need to hear you scream now. I want you naked, writhing under my crop, begging me to fuck you."

  She stared at him, unable to move her head from his grasp. He kissed her then—roughly, harshly, once again stamping his power over her, and she melted against him. His whiskery bristles rubbed against her skin, rasping, abrading, and she loved it. It was a hint of the pain to come. It excited her.

  When he broke the kiss, he forced her to her feet.

  "Strip."

  "Yes."

  "Yes what?"

  "Oh. Yes, Sir."

  Avril went to turn her back on him, but he grabbed her arm.

  "Always face me when you strip. Never be ashamed of your gorgeous body. It's beautiful."

  The funny thing was, she was beginning to think she truly was beautiful with him. She stood proudly and saw him sitting there, his legs wide apart, and already she could see the bulge between them as his cock began to take an interest in her. She undid the buttons on her blouse, then slid it off, never taking her focus off Steven. He watched her intently as she unzipped her skirt, let it drop, and stepped out of it. Next to go was her bra, and then finally she removed her panties.

  Never before had a man stared at her as intently as Steven did. He seemed to devour her as his eyes caressed her every part. It excited her, and she found herself beginning to breathe faster.

  "Today you will learn the delights of the flogging bench. Come."

  "Yes, Sir."

  He led her to a sort of leather-clad horse thing and instructed her to kneel then lie forward onto the main chest bench. Her knees were spread wide apart, and she couldn't hold back a tiny gasp as Steven encircled each ankle and locked them in place. He then locked her wrists on separate arm rests either side. Because of the angle of the main part of the bench, her ass was now high in the air, and absolutely nothing was hidden from Steven's view.

  "Mm, delightful. Such a pretty cunt."

  She tested her bindings and found she couldn't move. Her breasts were jammed tight against the padded leather of the bench, hurting, but it only added to her excitement as she felt Steven's hand come down hard on an ass cheek.

  Chapter Twelve

  Even though Steven and Avril had played before, tonight felt like the first real session for Steven. He felt they'd cleared the air on a lot of things, plus Avril had accepted she was a sexual masochist. Tonight, he intended to show her who was in charge and how much pleasure he could give her.

  She was delightful, locked onto the flogging bench, that cute ass stuck up in the air, her legs wide apart, giving him a gorgeous view of her cunt—and it was very sexy, shiny with her arousal. He landed one hard slap on her ass and admired the way the imprint of his hand suddenly bloomed on her flesh. This was what he loved—knowing he hurt her, knowing she was able to take whatever he inflicted.

  Avril had cried out in pain with that first strike, and his cock twitched in appreciation. In quick succession, he landed three more, and with each she screamed—loud. He'd give her another half dozen then switch to a flogger.

  He saw her writhe against her bindings, trying to pull away, and he gave a laugh. This was what he lived for. She flinched as he landed the last one. Her ass cheeks were glowing red, and handprint after handprint now overlapped each other on her gorgeous skin. Lifting out his flogger, he walked to the front of the bench and examined her carefully. Despite her screams, her eyes had dilated and she panted.

  The scent of her arousal filled the air, and he hummed happily to himself as he plied the flogger across her back, her ass, and her buttocks. He could hear the change in timbre of her screams. She was beginning to sink into the pain, letting it envelop her and holding it tight. Time to up the ante.

  Steven carefully let the strands of the flogger caress her wet cunt—she flinched. He did it once again and was rewarded with a moan. A little harder this time, listening carefully to her, watching her like an eagle, reading her body language.

  Yes! She was fine. She was enjoying the pain he inflicted!

  If anything, the aroma of her cunt was stronger, sweeter. He couldn’t resist running a finger through her thick honey-like juices, then brought it to his mouth. He licked his finger, savoring—she tasted sweet just like he knew she would.

  For the next ten minutes he worked the flogger over her body, enjoying her moans, her little panting screams. Steven decided to finish off with a few hits from his crop to see if he could actually make her come without any other stimulation except the crop on her clit, her cunt.


  Once more he was rewarded with a scream. He could hear her pants, louder. Steven carefully let the strands of the flogger caress her wet cunt—she flinched.

  Carefully, he aimed.

  Carefully, he struck.

  Right on her clit—she screamed loudly, but it was a scream of ecstasy. Once more he flicked that glistening pearl with the crop. She was gasping hard. Then she switched to nose breathing, and he could hear the loud exhaled rapid breath as the crop grazed her clit, brushed her cunt.

  Would she?

  Two more and he had his answer—she roared his name.

  He could actually see her pussy, her cunt, throb, and his laughter of joy filled the room as he quickly untied her and carried her to the bed.

  Laying her face down, he quickly checked her body. None of his hits had drawn blood, but her body was a mass of angry welts. Steven traced his finger along some of them, grinning with happiness. Then he began treating each one with arnica before gathering her in his arms and settling.

  Avril hadn't spoken. Her eyes were fixed on some point within her imagination. He could hear her rapid breathing, and when he put his hand over her heart, he thought it was trying desperately to burst through her chest. As he watched, she closed her eyes, and he heard the change in her breathing as she settled into a more normal rhythm. Suddenly she gave a loud sigh and curled closer into his body.

  Steven couldn't believe his luck, couldn't hold back his grin of happiness. They were made for each other, he was certain of it.

  Yes, he still hadn't given her all the punishment he longed to and that would take a while to reach that level, but the way Avril responded, the way she leaned into the pain, he truly hoped she didn't change her mind when things became more intense.

  He had to hold back a laugh when she began to snore—little soft puffs, but it endeared her to him even more. He sighed and settled down to wait until she woke, his mind reveling in his luck at meeting her.

  Steven had no idea how long they lay there. All he knew was he felt happy and very content waiting for her to wake. Finally, she seemed to take an enormous breath, and he felt her body tense a little as she woke. She opened her eyes and peeked coyly through her eyelashes at him. Steven gave her a smile.

  "I've been asleep."

  "That you have."

  She pushed herself off his chest and sat up a little, pulling the blanket across her breasts.

  "I had an orgasm!"

  She sounded so shocked that for a moment Steven could only laugh. Finally, he said, "That you did."

  "But you, we, there…"

  "No, we didn't, but I figured there was a good chance you were so aroused by the pain that a few hits on your clit would send you over the edge and it did."

  "I didn't think it was possible."

  "Anything is possible. You have to understand, Kitten, as a sexual masochist you need the pain, and once aroused it's similar to having sex. You get the same intense feelings, the same excitement."

  "It's amazing."

  "Over the coming weeks we'll both learn what suits you best. We'll learn the level of pain that can make you climax and what sort of stimulation you need. I intend to make you come a dozen times in a session eventually."

  "A dozen?" She began laughing and for a few moments couldn't stop. "Do you know before I met you I could probably count on one hand the number of orgasms I've had in my entire life!"

  "Well I intend to make up for that."

  "Anyway, I don't know that it's possible for a woman to have that many."

  "Me neither, but we'll find out together."

  She kept watching him, partially in amazement and partially in fear.

  "Don't worry, Kitten, we'll both have fun experimenting."

  She shook her head at him and then grinned. It lit up her face, and Steven had a sudden thought that if she decided this wasn't for her he'd have a broken heart—already she'd wrapped herself in it.

  "How are you feeling?"

  "Great but…"

  "What, Kitten? Are you okay? Do you feel sad?"

  She rolled her eyes then said, "I was going to say I was hungry. I didn't eat today. I was kind of upset."

  He hit his head with a hand and said, “Sorry.”

  Steven sat up then got off the bed, collecting her clothes.

  "Come, put these on, and I'll take you downstairs. Then we can come back up here later."

  She scuttled off the bed, and Steven was pleased that this time she picked up her clothes and walked confidently into the bathroom without bothering to cover herself. When she came out he took her hand.

  "You know I should buy you a kimono. Then you wouldn't have to dress, and you could easily wrap it around you if we decided to eat."

  "Are you sure they'd allow it?"

  "Kitten, people are naked. A kimono certainly wouldn't raise any eyebrows."

  "Oh damn, yes, I forgot I'd seen people without clothes."

  They walked down the stairs and into the small dining area. Steven led her to the counter where various small dishes were available.

  "Are you fussy about what you eat? Those pastries are always delicious, and they come with a few different dipping sauces."

  "Sounds good to me. I don't want anything really heavy. I mean … er."

  "I understand," he replied with a lifted eyebrow and a grin.

  She blushed as Steven gave Calder, the man behind the counter, their order as well as fruit juices for them both. Steven carried the tray to a vacant table, and they sat. He noticed Avril sat rather gingerly and knew her ass would be tender. It gave him a warm feeling to know he'd caused it. He was pleased when Avril ate without hesitation, commenting on the various tastes and flavors. He discovered they had similar likes when she told him she loved the peanut sauce and the sweet chili.

  When they finished eating, he leaned back in his chair and looked over at her. She had the appearance of a woman who'd been well-satisfied. Her hair, although in a braid, was messy with tendrils dangling around her face. There was a soft glow about her, a glow of contentment and acceptance.

  Kaden Turner came into the dining area and grabbed a coffee. He spied them and came over, pulling up a chair and reaching out a hand to Avril. She grasped it, and he turned it over and kissed it. She laughed as he dropped it.

  "Hello, beautiful lady. I'm Kaden. You can call me Kade."

  "Hello, Kade, Avril."

  "So, have you decided to make do with ancient Master Steven here or would you prefer to try someone younger and more handsome? I'm certainly available."

  "Get lost, Kaden."

  Kaden took on a cast of such unhappiness. "Oh, Avril, he knows how to cut me to the quick. Ignore him, beautiful. Just say the word and I'll be your master."

  Avril was grinning madly as she said, "I'm sorry, Master Kade, but I'm promised to Master Steven."

  "Oh no! My heart is broken."

  He dropped his head onto his hands, sobbing loudly, and Avril's laughter rang out. Steven suddenly was very happy. She'd joked with his friend and had said she was promised to Steven. He liked the sound of that. Ash came in and gave a puzzled stare at Kaden. He came to the table and tapped his friend on the shoulder.

  "What gives?"

  Kaden lifted his head, his face a mask of abject misery. "She refused me, Ash. She refused to let me be her master in favor of this old uncouth sadist."

  Ash shook his head.

  "You know, Kade, I'll be damn glad of the day when you get hooked. I intend to cheer and shout."

  Kaden glared at his laughing friends indignantly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

  "You're the class clown, Kade, but one day you'll meet a woman and want to get all lovey-dovey. She's going to think you're simply a joke and instead she'll only laugh at you."

  "Ow. You've hurt my feelings, Ash."

  Steven and Ash couldn't stop laughing, and even Avril had a smile on her face.

  "That's impossible, you fool."

  Kaden picked up Avril's hand. "Tell
them they're wrong. Tell them any woman would fall madly in love with me."

  "Mmm, not sure about that if you're the clown they make you out to be."

  "Ah, I'm shattered!"

  Everyone was joining in the laughter, and Steven took Avril's hand from Kaden's grasp.

  "Go find your own woman. This one is mine, and I'm not sharing."

  Avril gave him a look that sent tingles down his spine, and he found he liked the idea of her being his alone. He suddenly pushed back his chair and practically dragged her away to hoots and howls from the other two men. He almost ran up the stairs, with Avril running to keep up with him. When they reached their private room, he didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. Instead he fastened his lips on hers and kissed her. She clung to him and seemed surprised at first, but then she gave back as much passion as he gave her.

  He kissed her as if she were the only woman in the world, and at that moment it felt like she was. He tried to put everything into that kiss, tried to show her that he really did want her. When they finally broke apart, Steven wasn't sure who was panting more. Avril searched his eyes, and he wondered what she read in them. She gave a tiny nod then laid her head against his chest, and he touched her face, running his fingers down her cheek as she leaned into them.

  "Avril?"

  She raised her face, questioning.

  "Avril, I don't want to share you. I want to be the only man you turn to."

  "Oh."

  "I know this is crazy, but maybe you'll come to think the same way."

  "I … I don't want to share you either. I think you should have realized that from my mistake today. I'm not the sharing type."

  "Then in that case I'm very happy."

  He pawed at her clothes until she was naked before him again. He stepped back and drank her in. Those luscious curves of hers drove him crazy. He reached out and pulled at a nipple, and she groaned softly.

  "Go and stand near the cross," he ordered gruffly.

  "Yes, Sir."

  Going to his bag he pulled out a pair of clover clamps. Without giving her a moment to get her breath, he fixed her wrists to the cross then clamped one nipple. She hissed between her teeth, and he grinned as she held her breath when he set the other in place. He admired his handiwork, then reached out to flick each one, drawing a loud gulping shout from Avril.