Chapter One

Jeremy

“Get on your knees,” I command in a low but sharp voice. I watch as the dark blue laced bodysuit that barely encases her full-figured body stretches and moves as her knees sink to the carpet. She peers up at me with those golden eyes, and my heart begins to beat erratically. I’ve been in this position many times before and have never felt the rush of energy I’m feeling now.

“You know you disobeyed me, right?” I question, making sure my voice is leveled and controlled.

“Yes, sir.”

“And what happens when you disobey?”

“Punishment, sir.”

I nod. “That’s right. Subs who disobey are punished. Eyes on the floor. Don’t look at me and don’t move.”

She complies instantly. Her submission causes a stir in my groin. I move around her, walking over to my closet filled with toys; many of which are meant for occasions such as this.

“Let’s see. I would normally use my hand for punishment, but I think you need a little more stimulation tonight.” I run my fingers over my leather flogger before grabbing it off the hook. “This will do.” I stroll back over to the woman with the killer curves and skin the color of midnight. I lick my lips, wanting desperately to taste every inch of that skin, but first she must learn her lesson.  

“I never understood why parents tell their children that physical punishment will hurt them more than it will hurt the child before they inflict pain. Now, I know. Present yourself like I taught you,” I instruct.

At my words, she bends over onto all fours, presenting her plump bottom to me. I am so tempted to reach out and grip it intimately. But not this time. My sub is still in training. If I falter now, she will never learn the rules.

“You will count each strike of the flogger out loud. Do you hear me?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Begin counting.”

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The loud noise pierce through the scene, shattering the silence.

“What the fuck?!” I groan, groggily, rubbing my eyes awake. I open my eyes to look over at the nightstand where my cell phone is beeping due to my early morning six o’clock alarm. “Shit!” I reach over, realizing it was just another dream. Another restless night dreaming about her. Shit has been this way for months. 

“Good morning, lover,” a soft feminine voice behind me purrs as I turn off my alarm.

I turn my gaze over my shoulder to see Stephanie’s brown eyes and smiling face. Her caramel complexion is glowing even after all the activity we did last night. I kept her up half the night. And I still can’t stop dreaming about someone else, I admonish myself as I push the sheets off me and rise to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Morning,” I return.

“You’re an early riser. He must be ready for another round,” Stephanie says, reaching around to grab my stiff cock that is indeed already awake. Too bad it’s this way for a woman who’s not currently here in my bed. I grab her hand, halting her movement.

“Not now,” I say, standing.

“Jeremy, you’re obviously in need of a release. I can help with that,” she says, coming to stand in front of me. “Let me make you feel good before your workout.”

Before I can react, she’s on her knees, pulling down my boxer briefs. Ordinarily, I would stop her for disobeying me, but she’s not one of my subs and I do need a release after the dream I’ve just had. I wind my hand into her hair and tug as she begins bobbing up and down on my cock. I close my eyes and envision another woman on her knees in front of me doing this very act. I tighten my grip on her hair and give myself over to the pleasure of her warm mouth on me. Within minutes I cum and I release into her mouth. Opening my eyes, I’m disappointed to not see the woman in my imagination in front of me.

Stephanie stands, completely nude in front of me. Her smooth skin, perky breasts and flat tummy would turn any man on. “Let’s finish this in the shower,” she purrs, stepping around me. I turn to watch her sashay toward the bathroom. I shrug and follow her, knowing I still need more of a release after yet another night of dreaming about a woman I can’t have.   

“Will I see you at the club this weekend?” she asks, once we finish showering and she begins dressing in the clothes she wore over the night before.

I remember the club she’s referring to. It’s not my usual scene, but this weekend is a special night. “Maybe. I’m going out of town this week.” I give her a hard stare when I see she’s about to pout.

“Okay. Maybe I’ll see you there.”

“Maybe.” I nod. “Let’s go.”