He didn’t touch her for at least two minutes. Instead they stood there, inches apart, the air heating around them like they were standing in front of a fireplace. Finally, he touched the pinwheel to her chest, not to her flesh, but to the shirt above her breasts.

She inhaled sharply, and when he laughed maliciously, she wanted to back away.

“Have you ever heard the expression that a person makes their own prison?”

“No,” she said. “What does that have to do with what we’re doing now?”

“You’re expecting the worst,” he said. “You need to relax and enjoy it. Remember what I told you? You don’t go in as a general.”

“Yeah, but that means this is boot camp, and that is a bad thing,” she said. “The horror stories I’ve heard about that. Bad.”

“Yeah, that’s why ladies keep doing it, keep coming back for more,” he said. He put his lips right next to her ear. “Remember your safe word. If you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”

Now the pinwheel was on her skin, her stomach, moving very slowly. It didn’t hurt, but the pressure did make her gasp. He moved the wheel up her breasts, moving it slowly between them. She was surprised that this wasn’t more painful than it was, even as he moved it over her breasts.

“What did I tell you?” he asked as he moved the wheel down to her stomach.

“Tell me about what?” she asked.

“You make your own prison,” he said. “You think the worst of everything. You need to relax and let yourself experience the pleasure.”

“Good, no pain,” she said. Seconds later he ran the pinwheel over her nipples, moving it so quickly she barely registered it before she jerked back, lost her footing and fell back onto the bed.

She tried to roll so she could stand, but the fact her hands were bound behind her back made it impossible. He helped her move, though, grasping her hips so that she was on her stomach in seconds. He pulled off her shoes, and then tugged her pants and panties off.

Excitement tore through her and when he ran the pinwheel back and forth over her ass, pressing harder than he did in the front she moaned in pleasure.

“Damn that feels good,” she said.

In response he increased his tempo and pressed down harder. The sharp pinpricks made her wiggle. She tried to move away from him, and after the second attempt, which failed, he stopped pressing the wheel into her bottom and slapped her ass soundly.

“Stay still!” he demanded.

“Not sure I can…” Can what? Take it? Deal with the fact that I’m enjoying it?”

He slapped her ass again, the sharp sting making her cry out.

“I said stay still.” He slapped her bottom one more time.

“Stop that!” She tried wiggling across the bed. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back into the original space she’d been.

He slapped her ass again, and again, and again. “Who’s in charge?”

The question caught her off guard. She looked over her shoulder. The image of Shawn that met her eye was not as she’d seen him before. He was glaring at her, but it wasn’t a malignant look. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen in her life. All her erogenous spots throbbed with need.

He slapped her ass again. “Answer me.”

“What was the question?” Damned if she could remember.

One more slap. Her cheeks were starting to throb. “Who is in charge?”

“You are?”

He slapped her bottom again, once on each side. “What?”

“I mean, you are. No question. You are.”

This time he slapped her bottom twice on each side. “What?”

“I said you are!” Two more slaps. She was getting tired of this, and then all of the sudden she remembered what he’d said.

“I mean you are, Sir.”

She heard the jingle of his belt buckle and her eyes widened in anticipation. He was going to fuck her. He’d said he would, and now he was taking off his clothes to do just that.

“On your knees,” he said.

She wiggled and squirmed and scooted until she was at least partway into the position that he wanted.

“We’re going to have to work on your skills,” he said. She could hear the repressed laughter in his voice.

“Screw you,” she whispered as she continued to wiggle. It was hard to move with her shoulders pressed against the mattress. She gasped when he slapped her ass one more time. This one was harder than all the others had been.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing,” she responded.

The next slap wasn’t from a hand, it was a hard swat from what she guessed was his belt.

“I don’t like smart mouthed replies,” he said.

He slapped the leather against her ass again.

“I don’t think this is taking it slowly,” she said as she tried once more to move away from him.

He grasped her by the hips and pulled her back so he was behind her. He held her in place, and she felt the bed dip under his weight. He was inside her before she realized he was pressed against her, the thrust so hard that it took her breath away.

Shawn fucked her hard, slapping first one side of her ass and then the other as he thrust deeper and deeper. The mixture of pleasure and pain was nothing she’d ever expected to feel, and her mind and body seemed to spin. Either that or the room was moving around her.

Thrust, slap, thrust, slap, slap, slap. Autumn fought against her bonds as he used her body, or was that what he was doing? Was he taking, or giving? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was she was right on the edge, and all it would take was one hard thrust in just the right area and she would explode.

He thrust in and out, and after a particularly hard slap against her ass he thrust in and hit just the right spot. Autumn had never come this way, without stimulation against her clit.

She came, harder than she had from his teeth. He continued to thrust and slap, and it took her a moment to realize she was crying, hard, not from pain or the need for him to stop, but from the sensations running through her like a river.

He was on top of her, pushing her farther into the mattress. And then suddenly, he stopped and whispered in her ear, “Are you all right?”

“Don’t stop,” she said through sobs. “Please, I’m begging you.”

He didn’t answer, just grabbed her hips again and started to fuck and spank her again. Soon, it got to be too much, and she moaned to be let loose. She wanted the use of her hands again, to be on her back so she could see his face, watch his expressions as he pounded into her, like he was doing right now.

She knew he was close when he started making guttural noises that sounded like they were coming from the back of his throat. He pumped hard and when he came he collapsed on top of her, which meant her knees went out from under her and they toppled to their sides.

It was one of the most uncomfortable positions she’d ever been in, but she wanted to stay there forever.

“Are… you… okay?” he asked, panting.

“Fine,” she whispered. “You?”

“Give… minute.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile. They lay there together, entwined perfection according to what Autumn felt. When he kissed her shoulder, she knew he was coming around, and she didn’t like it. She wanted to keep him there, stay in his arms.

When he got off the bed and started to rummage through the box she rolled onto her stomach. He uncuffed her and tossed them onto the bed next to them. When she started to stand he pushed her back into place.

“I’m not done with you,” he said.

“I don’t think your, uh, member, would agree with you.”

He chuckled and said, “My dick isn’t needed for this next part.”

She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but she didn’t ask any questions. When something cool and creamy came into contact with her abused bottom she gasped.

“Relax,” he said. “It’s lotion. It will help soothe your luscious ass.”

“Luscious? I don’t think anyone’s ever used that word in association with my body,” she said.

“Then the men you’ve known are idiots,” he said. “Well, until now. Now you know the crème de la crème and, baby, we’re just getting started.”

Autumn smiled into the sheets under her head. She looked forward to seeing the scenery on the road they were about to travel.

“How are you feeling?” Shawn asked her. They were about an hour away from Silver Creek.

“I’m doing fine,” she said. “Sore, but fine.”

Very sore, not only her ass but her pussy. It had been so long since she’d had sex that her insides were pulsing.

After they’d slept for a few hours he’d fucked her again. He took her from behind once more, but without the handcuffs and spanking. There was nothing but a slow, long fuck, which relaxed her more than anything ever had done in her entire life.

This morning she had expected to be nervous around him, but she’d felt serene, calmer than she’d felt in her entire life. They’d eaten breakfast and taken off around noon. Now, as they drove closer to the resort, there was only one thing she was worried about.

“They’ll all know we slept together,” she said.

“Does that bother you?” he asked.

“A little, yes,” she said.

“Why?”

“Because a person’s sex life should be private,” she said.

He chuckled. “Baby, you’re in the wrong place if you want things to be private. We do public play here, which means at some point you’ll be naked in front of people you don’t know.”

“In your dreams,” she said. “I’ll be screaming stop the presses before my shoes are off.”

“This is a perfect time for us to discuss limits,” he said.

“I thought there were no limits.” Autumn looked out the window.

“You just told me there was,” he said. “Tell me some of the things you’ve done in your life. Sexually, I mean.”

She grimaced and looked at him. “There’s not much to tell. I’m sorry, I haven’t had much of a sex life.”

“Oral sex?”

“Once or twice,” she answered. “One of my lovers told me I needed to hone my skills, but then we broke up. He was very critical of me.”

“Why?” He took a curve at a speed that made Autumn grasp the armrest on the door.

“You testing the vehicle?” she asked. “You could slow down a little, you know.”

In response he said, “You ever take it up the ass?”

Autumn cleared her throat. “That’s a crass question.”

“You ever give it up the ass?” Was that the right way to ask that?

“Oh yeah, one of my favorite things to do,” he said. “You get your sweet lover’s cheeks nice and red, using a belt, or a crop, and then you oil up her pretty hole and slide right in.”

She hated the fact that her body responded so favorably to his words.

“While I’m fucking you in the ass, I can massage your sweet, spanked cheeks. You’re going to love it.”

When had her changed to you? She wondered.

“I can take you from behind and do the massage like I said, or I can put you on your back and watch your face as I slide my dick in and out of your butt.”

She didn’t respond.

“You’re not rejecting the idea, so I’m taking it you’re intrigued,” he said. “You were nervous about last night, but it went very well. Tell me what you liked most about it, and don’t say the fucking. That’s a given.”

The words wouldn’t come. She was afraid to say it, afraid to open herself up.

“Go on,” he said softly. “Tell me.”

“I liked the handcuffs,” she said.

“Why?”

“I hadn’t thought about it,” she said. “I just did.”

“You want me to tell you why, from what I know about you so far?”

She turned to glare at him. “Sure, go ahead and analyze me.”

“The handcuffs took it all out of your hands, so to speak.”

They were in a small town now, not far from Silver Creek. “I’m stopping for a soda. Want one?”

Autumn nodded.

They were in the line at a fast food drive thru now. “So, you say I liked the cuffs because it put you in charge?”

“Exactly,” he said. “You’re intrigued by everything, but still nervous. When you were cuffed you didn’t have to make any more decisions. All you had to was roll with the punches, so to speak.”

Could he be right? She had enjoyed him slapping her ass during sex, but truthfully, having her hands cuffed had been frightening at first, but the more she struggled against her bonds the more she’d enjoyed it.

“You want me to tie you up tonight to prove my point?” he asked. “Stake you out to the bed, spank your pussy, torture those beautiful nipples?”

“Torture? I don’t think so,” she said. But the minute the words were out of her mouth she thought about him biting her, about how she’d been so shocked when he’d done it, but also about how she’d enjoyed it. “This is complicated.”

They were at the window now, and Shawn was exchanging money for a large sack and two large drinks.

“Food?” she asked.

“We’re going to be late for lunch,” he said. “My stomach is telling me I’m hungry. And, well, I like junk food.”

His muscular body didn’t scream junk food. “Nobody would mistake you for a French fry freak.”

“With ketchup,” he said, and she wasn’t sure if he was speaking to her, or the girl behind the window because seconds later lots of small packets were placed in his hand. “Where’s the nearest park?”

The girl gave directions and he followed them. They sat down at a picnic table and Autumn ate a hamburger and a few fries and watched as Shawn wolfed down three burgers and two orders of fries.

“I haven’t seen you work out since I’ve known you,” she said. “How do you stay so buff?”

“Because I do work out,” he said. “You just haven’t seen it. I missed the days we were gone, which means I’ll have to work these off.”

They finished off the food and moved back to the SUV. He opened her door, which surprised her because she’d never had it done before.

“Undo your jeans and slide them down to your knees,” he said.

“What?”

“Leave your panties on,” he said.

When she didn’t move he leaned toward her and she knew she needed to do what he said. Her fingers shook as she undid the button and zipper. When her jeans were loose she pushed them down to her ankles. Before she could try to get into the vehicle he picked her up and put her in the seat.

He shut the door and went to the back seat where she heard him rummaging around in what she was sure was the box of goodies he’d picked up for her. Sure enough, seconds later he opened her door and put the handcuffs on her wrists.

Once he was back in his seat she wondered what people would think if they could see her, sitting with her jeans down and her hands cuffed.

He pulled back onto the main road, and it wasn’t until they were out of town that he said, “Tell me how you feel.”

“Exposed,” she said. He glared at her and she said, “Exposed, Sir.”

“Why?”

“I’m naked and cuffed, in public,” she said, before she quickly added, “Sir.”

“Not in public,” he said. “You’re in my car.”

“On a public highway.” She wiggled.

“You’re getting wet, aren’t you?”

“A little,” she admitted. “Aren’t you worried I’ll spoil your new leather?”

“It’ll wash,” he said. “I’m happy to christen that seat with your pussy juices. The only way this would be better is if I could expose your tits and put clamps on your nipples, but that would be a bit much.”

Autumn was happy about that.

“Play with yourself,” he ordered.

“Now?”

Don’t question me,” he said. “Put your hands inside your panties and play with your cunt.”

“I hate that word,” she said.

“Cunt, play with it, or I swear I’ll find a place to stop the car and apply my belt to your naked ass.”

The fear of being spanked on the side of the road was more than she could handle. She wiggled her hands inside her panties and started to finger herself. It was a little disconcerting to know he’d been so right about her. She was soaking wet.

“Finger that clit, apprentice,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” she said breathily.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” he said. “It just took the right person to bring it out of you.”

Was he right? Was she the type of girl who fingered herself in a moving car with very little prompting? Her finger slid across her clit and she shivered. Apparently, she was.

“Pinch it,” he said.

She did as he asked.

“Pinch it hard,” he commanded.

She applied a little more pressure.

“Move your hands out of your panties,” he said.

She did as he asked.

“When I say pinch, I mean pinch.” He took his hand off the wheel and put it inside her panties. He found her clit almost immediately and pinched it so hard she cried out in pain. “Do you understand?”

“That hurt,” she whimpered.

He pinched it again and she cried out.

“Do you understand?” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” she said as he pinched the small bundle of nerves one more time.

“Good.” He removed his fingers, found a napkin from the fast food order and wiped them off. “Get back to work.”

Afraid of what would happen is she didn’t obey, Autumn started to play with herself again. Her clit was tender to the touch, but it also throbbed as she stroked it.

“One of the first things we’re going to do is shave that pretty pussy of yours,” he said. “I want it naked. I can have one of the girls do it for you, or you can do it yourself. It just has to be done tonight, before dinner.”

Her mouth opened, then closed before words could come out. He didn’t take kindly to smart remarks, so she needed to keep them to herself. She thought for a moment. It wasn’t in her nature to keep her mouth shut.

“I’ve heard that when you do that it itches when it grows back, and you risk ingrown hairs,” she said. “I’m not a fan.”

‘It wasn’t a request,” he said. “I’ll get X to help you.”

“I can do it on my own,” she spit out as quickly as she could. The idea of shaving herself for him wasn’t pleasant, but it was better to do it herself than have another person do it for her.

“Are you working your clit?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, and quickly added, “Sir. Sorry, I’m still getting used to saying Sir. Which brings me to a question, am I supposed to call you Sir in public situations, or in private only?”

“When it deals with you being submissive, then you use it,” he said. “You don’t when it’s not.”

Since he didn’t expand on the difference she figured it was up to her to figure out the whys and hows of the different situations and when she should call him Sir, and when she should call him Shawn.

“I never thought of myself as a submissive,” she said.

“Don’t think of it as a bad thing,” he said. “Strong women sometimes need a strong partner in the bedroom. You haven’t had that yet. You’ve had wimps as lovers.”

She quit moving her fingers. She wasn’t getting much out of it anyway. She would rather he touch her. “They weren’t wimps.”

“You know what they said, you have to kiss a few frogs before you find your prince.”

“So, you’re my prince?” They were entering Silver Creek now. She put her hand over her pussy, as if she could hide it from prying eyes.

“Put your hands back in your panties,” he said.

“But we’re in town,” she said.

“Do as I say, apprentice,” he said.

“No,” she said. “I can’t do it while we’re in town.”

“Okay,” he said. They stopped at the light and he took out his phone and started texting.

She worried about her being seen half-naked while they sat at the light, but she figured the SUV was up high enough that no one could see her lower half, unless they were in a building, or in a higher vehicle.

“Back to what we were talking about,” he said as he dropped the phone into the cup holder and started forward again. “You never know if you’re a good match with someone until you give it a shot.”

She didn’t want to talk about the possibility that he was her prince. “Just like that?” Well, that was easy. She supposed she really was able to turn down things he wanted to do, which made her feel better about things.

“You miss the point about submission,” he said. “I’m not going to pull over and force you to masturbate. But it’s not ‘just like that’ as you say. We’ll come back to it later.

“And we will,” he said. “But first, I want to remind you of our play so far. You want to say no to something, but you’ve loved every stroke, every thrust, every slap against your ass. How do you know you wouldn’t enjoy playing with your cunt while we were in town?”

They were on the road to the resort now, going much slower than they had been. Why had he slowed down? He’d been enjoying testing the limits of his new vehicle.

“I don’t think playing with myself in a car on a crowded street is taking it slow.”

“You’re not writing the script for this, I am.”

Yes, he was, which meant she wasn’t going to get away with her disobedience.

The vehicle slowed down even more.

“What, are we going to crawl back to the resort?” she asked. “I don’t think you’re even going the speed limit.”

“This road is bad,” he said. “I don’t want to damage my new car.”

“Bull hockey,” she said. He was up to something, which meant she wasn’t getting off so easy for telling him she wouldn’t play with herself while they were in town. A bad feeling started deep in her stomach and started to spread.

“What’s happening?”

He pulled up to the gate and pressed in his code.

“What’s happening?” she repeated.

He didn’t answer. Instead he drove around first one curve, then another. At the second one she saw a truck with two men standing outside it. As they drew nearer she could see the first man was Ethan. She imagined the other one was Randy, the partner she’d yet to meet. There was something else there, and as they drew closer she could see it was a bench of some sort.

“What is that?” she asked.

He pulled up next to them and stopped the SUV. “Stay here.”

He got out, talked to the two men and they got in their truck and drove off. Shawn came to her side of the car and opened the door.

“Out,” he said.

“What’s happening?” she asked.

“We need to have a little chat,” he said. “Get out of the car.”