She was brushing her hair when she heard the tell-tale squeal of the front door opening.  Her heart knocked against her ribcage and a flush rose in her cheeks.  It was Mark.  She knew without a doubt that it was.  She studied herself in the vanity mirror.  She was wearing a baby-doll style nightgown.  The light green material hugged her tits and fell to mid-thigh.  She watched in the mirror as her nipples tightened into hard buds against the thin material. 

Had some part of her known that Mark would show up?  She normally wore nothing to bed but a pair of panties.  Yet, here she was wearing a sexy little nightgown with nothing underneath.

The door to her bedroom opened and her hand tightened around the handle of her hair brush.  She took a deep breath and ran the brush through her long hair, trying to look nonchalant as Mark stood behind her.

He took the brush from her and set it on the vanity before sweeping her hair aside.  He touched the silver and purple collar and then cupped her neck with his big hand.  It was a loose grip, but it still sent shivers of need down her spine as he studied her in the mirror.

“Hello, little slave.”

“Hello, Sir.”

His hand traced her collarbone before brushing the neckline of her nightgown.  “This is pretty.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He slipped his hand inside her nightgown and cupped her breast, pulling on her erect nipple as she watched in the mirror.  His other hand threaded into her hair.  He pulled her head back before bending and molding his mouth over hers.  She opened immediately for him and he pushed his tongue between her lips.  She sucked on it, enjoying his low groan, and he pinched her nipple before pulling away.

“Stay where you are,” he instructed as he turned and walked away.

She watched in the mirror as he set a leather bag on the bed and opened it.  He produced two floggers, a smaller leather one and a bigger suede one, and something low in her belly tightened.  Already her pussy was dampening, preparing her for her Master’s cock and she squirmed a little on the chair.

Behind her, Mark pulled out a weird looking contraption.  He carried it to the door and attached it to the top of it.  When he was finished, two cuffs hung down on short leather straps.  He shut the door and tugged on the cuffs before adjusting the straps.  When he was satisfied, he took off his suit jacket and draped it across the top of her dresser.  He removed his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons before unfastening his cuff links. 

As he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms with their light dusting of dark hair, more pleasure speared into her belly.

“Come, little slave.”

She stood.  Her legs were trembling, and she walked unsteadily toward him.  He pulled her into his embrace and pressed a kiss against her throat as she glanced at the floggers on the bed.

“Are you nervous, little slave?”

“A little.”

“Just nervous?”

She shook her head, blushing when he slipped his hand under her nightgown and cupped her bare pussy.  “You’re soaking wet, slave.  Were you touching yourself without my permission?”

Oh God.  This was embarrassing.  “No.”

A grin crossed his face.  She bent her head, so he couldn’t see the red in her cheeks, but he immediately tipped her head up to face him.  “Being wet for your Master is nothing to be ashamed of.”

She licked her lips and glanced at the flogger again.  “Please fuck me, Master.”

“Soon,” he said.  “Arms up.”

She held up her arms and he pulled the nightgown over her head and tossed it on the bed.  He eyed her breasts with appreciation before bending and sucking on her right nipple.  She moaned and arched her back, weaving her hands into his hair.  He sucked on both nipples until they throbbed with need.

When he lifted his head, she made a harsh cry and tried to push his head back to her tits.  He slapped her on the ass and she released his hair.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

He didn’t reply.  She could see his cock tenting the front of his pants and she wanted to touch him but knew better.  Instead, she followed contritely when he led her to the door.

“Face the door, little slave.”

She did as he asked, staring at the wood as he lifted her left arm and wrapped the cuff around her wrist.  He fastened it tight and moved to the right arm, lifting it and cuffing her wrist in the same manner.  He stepped back, and she pulled experimentally on the cuffs.  She couldn’t slip free and her arms were too far apart for her hands to reach the opposite cuff. 

She was his prisoner.

A spasm of pleasure went through her belly and she pressed her hot cheek against the cool wood of the door.  Mark ran his hand down her back and over her ass before disappearing.  When he returned a few seconds later, he was holding a hair clip from her vanity.  He pulled her hair into a ponytail and twisted it before clipping it into place. 

He kissed the side of her neck and rested one heavy hand on her hip.  “What is your safe word?”

“Magnolia.”

“Good.”  He kissed her neck again before moving away.  She stared over her shoulder as he picked up the smaller flogger and returned to her.

“Face the door, slave.”

Her body trembling, she turned and faced the door.  Her hands clenched into fists and she made a startled cry at the first touch of the flogger.  Mark moved the flogger continuously against her back in small circles and larger figure eight motions.  He avoided her spine and lower back and concentrated on her upper back.  Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as she thought.  It stung, and she could feel her skin growing hot, but she could handle the flogging.  In fact, the little stinging bites of pain made her pussy throb pleasantly.

She waited for him to flog her ass, but he continued to concentrate on her upper back.  Every ten seconds or so, he stopped flogging and rubbed her lower back.

“How does it feel?”  He finally asked.

“Good,” she said.  “I mean, not good good, but not bad.”

His low chuckle and the way he slipped his hand between her thighs to rub her clit, made her squirm and pull against her restraints.  “Your sweet cream is dripping down your thighs, little slave.”

She moaned when he pushed one finger into her tight entrance.  She was soaking wet and her nipples were rock hard.  She pressed her upper body against the door, spread her thighs and thrust her ass out.  Mark’s finger probed deeper and she moaned and rocked against his hand.

“So eager,” he said with another low laugh.

She cried out in disappointment when he moved his hand away but the strikes from the flogger quickly distracted her.  She pressed against the door, closing her eyes and concentrating on the stinging pain.

When he stopped and moved away, she glanced behind her.  He had picked up the bigger flogger and she chewed on her bottom lip as he approached her.  He held it loosely in his right hand and rubbed her upper back with the other.

“Your skin looks so pretty right now,” he said. 

“Sir, I…”

She eyed the bigger flogger in his hand and he rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip.  “Do you trust me, little slave?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.  Face the door.”

She faced the door, her hands clenching into fists.  Mark began the same motion with the bigger flogger, moving his wrist in small circles and figure eights against her upper back.  This time the pain was less stingy and more thud-like.  She decided she preferred the thudding type of pain more.

She began to relax a little, letting her body sway to the rhythm of the flogger’s cyclic strikes.  This wasn’t so bad.  In fact, she could probably –

“Fuck!”  Her cry of pain was very loud in the quiet bedroom.

Mark had changed movements, snapping the flogger forward with a hard, overhand strike that sent a brand of fire across her upper back.  She arched and cried out again when he repeated the motion twice more.

“Oh fuck!”

He switched to the circle motion and she rested her forehead against the door, panting heavily.  That was better.  That was –

“Shit!  Fuck!” 

He had switched techniques again and mother of Mary that burned.  She flattened herself against the door, heart pounding, pussy throbbing and screwed her eyes shut as the flogger landed repeatedly on her back.  The thudding pain blocked everything else out and she concentrated on breathing through each strike.  It hurt like motherfucking hell, but it was still tinged with just the slightest hint of pleasure. 

Each strike that sent pain to her back made her pussy pulse.  Even through the pain, she was aware of the moisture that was still sliding down her inner thighs.  She moaned and pleaded as tears slipped down her face.

She drew in a hitching breath of relief when Mark switched to the lighter circular strikes.  He slowed the pace of the flogging.  When he stopped completely, she sagged against the door, breathing in harsh gasps of oxygen.  Her arms hurt from being restrained above her and she moaned in complaint when Mark’s hands gripped her hips.

He was suddenly as naked as she was, she could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass.  He pulled on her hips until she was bent as much as she could be with her arms tied above her.  Her head hung down and she stared at the floor of her bedroom as Mark ran his hand over her ass.  Her arms complained but he refused to let her go when she tried to wiggle forward and relieve some of the tension on her arms.

“Master, please,” she whispered.

He ignored her and spread her thighs apart roughly.  She cried out when he pushed his cock deep into her pussy.  She was so wet there was no resistance at all.  With one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder to prevent her from headbutting the door, Mark fucked her with hard, short strokes.  She moaned and pleaded hoarsely, pulling at the cuffs around her wrists despite the pain in her arms.  He fucked her harder, pounding into her as his hand slipped under her.  He rubbed her clit and she screamed as her climax rolled over her as relentless as the tide meeting the shore. 

Pleasure coursed through every part of her body, making her shake and moan and clench tightly around his thrusting dick.  She pulled him in tight, clamping around him and refusing to let him go.  He bellowed a curse, his hands digging into her shoulder and her hip before his back arched and he came with a shout that made her ears ring.  He rocked back and forth, keeping his cock embedded deep inside of her until he softened.

He pulled out and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her into an upright position.  She leaned against him as he uncuffed her hands.  She was shaking uncontrollably, and tears were streaming down her face.  Her back throbbed dully but she couldn’t stop the spasms of pleasure that still shook her lower body.

Mark kissed her neck and rubbed her belly and hip.  “Such a good girl, sweet slave.  You were such a good girl for your Master.  I’m so proud of you, baby.  You’re my good slave.”

She kept her eyes shut as Mark lifted her and carried her to the bed.  He sat her on the side of it and stopped her from flopping onto her back.  “Drink, baby.”

She drank from the bottle of water he held to her mouth.  It soothed her parched throat and she protested when he pulled it away.

“Open your mouth, Ames.”

She opened her mouth and he placed a square of sweet chocolate on her tongue.  She sucked on it as he helped her slide under the covers.  She was still shaking, and she was grateful when Mark pulled her into his warm embrace.

He rubbed her lower back and pressed kisses across her face.  “You were such a good little slave, baby.  You did very well for your first flogging.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He wiped away the tears on her face and kissed her mouth before reaching over her and grabbing the bottle of water.  He sat her up and gave her another few drinks before tucking her under the covers and in his arms again.

“Why am I cold?”  She asked as she snuggled closer.

“It’s normal,” he said.  “Do you want more chocolate?”

She shook her head and rested her head on his chest.  “I liked it.”

He stroked her back.  “I liked it too, Ames.”

“Will you stay the night?”

“Yes.”

She kissed his chest and pressed her ear against his heart.  The solid thump soothed her, and she closed her eyes and slept.

 

* * *

 

Chloe took a deep breath before knocking on Mr. Dawson’s office doors.  She was meeting with him and the two French investors and her nerves were trying to get the best of her.  The door opened, and she stared in surprise at the blonde woman.

“Amy, hi.  I didn’t know you would be at the meeting.”

“Technically, I’m not,” she said as she motioned for Chloe to come in.  “Well, I’m going to meet with them later but it’s just you and Luke at this meeting.”

“Okay,” Chloe said.  “Hi, Mr. Dawson.”

“Call me Luke,” he said.  “Chloe, I need to talk to you about Mr. Durand and Mr. Morel and I thought it best to have Amy here while I did.”

“Sure.”  She glanced at Amy.  She had a small grin on her face as her brother crossed around his desk and stood next to her.

“Julien and Pierre are,” Luke hesitated.  He looked distinctly uncomfortable and he glanced at Amy who made a ‘go on’ gesture.

“The thing is,” he said, “they’re very charming but sometimes say inappropriate things.  They’re probably going to, well…”

Feeling sorry for how uncomfortable he looked, Chloe said. “I know.  Amy told me how they act around women.”

Luke glared at Amy.  “You already told her?  Why the hell didn’t you tell me that?”

“I like watching you squirm, Lukie,” Amy said.

He glared at her before giving her a friendly slap on her back.  “That’s cold, Ames, really … what’s wrong?”

Amy had flinched, and Chloe could see the shine of tears in her eyes.

“Nothing,” she gasped.

“Something’s wrong,” Luke said.  He reached to touch her back and she twisted away.

“Don’t!”

“What the hell?”

“I hurt my back yesterday.  It’s no big deal, just a pulled muscle,” Amy said. 

“Shit.  Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Amy said.  She touched the purple and silver heart that dangled from her necklace before giving Chloe an apologetic look.  “Sorry.  Go on, Luke.”

Luke shoved his hands into his pockets.  “I just wanted to say that if at any point Pierre or Julien say anything that makes you uncomfortable, don’t hesitate to let me know.  We won’t condone harassment of our employees in this office, even from our investors.  Okay?”

“Okay,” Chloe said. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“I doubt it,” Luke muttered under his breath.  “Excuse me for a moment.  I need to talk to Mark before the meeting starts.”

He left his office and Amy smiled at Chloe.  “Pierre and Julien will probably just be very flirty and charming.  They don’t normally cross the line.  But Luke means what he said.  If you’re offended or uncomfortable, just tell him.”

“Like I’m going to destroy a relationship with our investors just because they flirt with me,” Chloe said.  “I can handle a little flirting.”

“Okay, well, just remember what we said.”

“I will.  Don’t worry about it.  They’re probably not even into redheads with no hips and ghost skin.”

Amy laughed.  “You’re gorgeous and they’re going to be flirting up a storm with you.”

Luke returned and gave Amy a strained smile.  “Ames, are you sure you don’t want Jane and I to go to dinner with you tonight?”

“Positive,” Amy replied.  “Relax, Lukie, I can handle Pierre and Julien perfectly fine on my own.”

A scowl crossed his face before he turned to Chloe.  “Let’s go to the boardroom.  You can get your presentation set up before the two Casanovas get here.”

Chloe laughed and followed Luke and Amy out the door.  “Sounds good.”

 

* * *

 

“Fuck, am I glad that’s over.”  Luke sank into the office chair across from Mark’s desk.

“How did it go?”

“Fine, if you think letting investors flirt with our employees isn’t a problem,” Luke said.  “They were all over Chloe in the meeting, complimenting her in French and trying to get her to go for drinks with them this weekend.  I don’t even know if they heard a fucking word she said during her marketing presentation.  They just nodded and smiled and stared at her tits and her ass, the entire time.”

He sat forward and scrubbed his hand through his hair.  “I’m starting to second guess our decision to work with them.  They’re sexually harassing our goddamn employees.  I guess Amy warned Chloe ahead of time what they were like.  I told her if they made her uncomfortable, not to hesitate in telling me, but what if she doesn’t?  What if she just files a complaint with the labour board or something?”

“She won’t,” Mark said.  “Chloe isn’t like that and she’s a lot tougher than she looks.  She’ll talk to you if it bothered her.”

Luke sat back in his chair again.  “If they keep this up, I’m talking to them about their behaviour, Mark.  I don’t care if they pull out of the company.”

“Fair enough,” Mark said.  He glanced at his watch as Luke pulled at his tie.  “Did Amy go for dinner with them?”

Luke’s lip curled.  “Yes.  She came in as the meeting ended.  You should have seen the way they were all over her.  They just jump from woman to woman, it’s gross.  They left for dinner about ten minutes ago.”

“What was Amy wearing?”

Luke frowned at him.  “What?  Why do you care?”

“I just wondered.”

“I don’t know what she was wearing.  Her work clothes I think,” Luke said.  He jumped up and paced the room.  “I should have gone with them.”

“Amy can take care of herself,” Mark said.  He wished he believed what he was saying.  Every part of him was screaming to go to the restaurant and physically carry Amy away from the two French men.

“Yeah, I know.  Anyway, did mom text you?  Her and dad are going away for the weekend.  There’s no Sunday dinner.”

“Yeah, she sent me a text this morning.”

“Okay.”  Luke headed toward the door.  “We still meeting at the gym on Saturday?”

“Ten o’clock.  I’ll be there.”

“See you.”  Luke left, and Mark sat back in his chair.

His stomach was in knots and he couldn’t stop picturing Amy with the two investors.

She isn’t going to sleep with them, idiot.  She’s wearing your collar and she told you she wouldn’t fuck them.  Don’t you trust her?

He did trust her.  It was Pierre and Julien he didn’t trust.

 

* * *

 

“These are incredible, mon ange,” Pierre studied the sketches on the screen of her laptop before he took another sip of wine.  “Your casual line will be as popular as the business line.”

Amy smiled at Pierre before shifting away from Julien.  He’d been moving closer to her and his leg was brushing against hers.  “Thank you, Pierre.  I appreciate yours and Julien’s enthusiasm for my work.”

“More wine, ma chérie?”  Julien went to pour more into her glass and she covered the top of it with her hand.

“No thank you, I’m driving.”

“We would be happy to have our driver return you to your home.  Or wherever you may end up this evening,” Julien said with a flirty smile.  His light green eyes darkened when they dipped to her cleavage.  “Drink with us in celebration.”

“Celebration of what?”  Amy said.

“Why, our investment in your international business line and your new casual line,” Pierre said.

She stared at him.  “You want to invest in a casual line?”

“Of course we do,” Pierre said.  “Why would we not?”

“I – thank you,” Amy said.  “I’m flattered and thrilled.”

“Bien,” Julien said.  “We are happy to do business with such a talented and beautiful woman.  Now, ma chérie, what do you think about joining Pierre and me at our hotel room for a nightcap?”

Amy took a deep breath and touched Mark’s collar around her neck.  Her dreams of creating a casual line were about to be destroyed, but she had no interest in sleeping with either of the French men.  Even if she wasn’t in love with Mark, she would never sleep with Julien and Pierre.

“That’s kind of you to offer but it’s late and I’m going to head home.”

“Are you certain, mon ange?”  Pierre said.  “It is not that late.”  He traced one finger down her arm.

“Let’s be straight with each other,” Amy said.  “I am never going to fuck either of you, together or apart.  Ever.”

The two French men stared silently at her.  She sighed and picked up her purse and her laptop.  “Thank you for dinner.  I appreciate that you were interested in working with me on a casual line, even if it was only briefly.”

She stood up and both men stood as well before Julien grabbed her arm.  “Amy, what do you mean, only briefly?”

“I know you’re only going to invest in my casual line if I sleep with you,” she said.

“Merde, that is far from the truth,” Pierre said.  “Our investing in your casual line is not dependant on you sleeping with us.”

“Of course it isn’t,” she said.  “Look, we all know you’ll say whatever tonight, but by tomorrow, you’ll be backing out of the agreement to invest in the casual line.”

“We will not,” Julien said.  “I promise you this, Amy.”

He glanced at Pierre.  “Do we wish to have you in our bed?  Very much so.  But we are not dogs.  We will invest in your casual line because you are a talented designer who will make all of us a lot of money.”

She stared at him and Julien nodded.  “It is true, mon ange.  I promise.”

Warmth flooded her belly and she couldn’t stop her the grin from spreading across her face.  “Thank you.”

“You are welcome,” Pierre said.  He took her hand and lifted it to his mouth, pressing a kiss against her knuckles.  “Enjoy your weekend, ma chérie.  We will have a contract drawn up and sent to your office, oui?”

“Yes, thank you.”  Amy shook Julien’s hand, her smile widening when he kissed her knuckles as well and gave her a wink.

“A pleasure as always, mon ange.”

“Good night.” 

Amy walked out of the restaurant and hurried to her car.  She climbed behind the wheel and then made a loud shriek of excitement before yanking her phone out of her purse.  She needed to call Mark and tell him the good news.  She scrolled for his name in her contacts before stopping.  What was she doing?  She couldn’t call Mark.  One, he was at the club and two, they weren’t dating.  She couldn’t just call him to share the news.

Yes, you can.  You’re still friends.  Call him.  Better yet, stop by the club and tell him the good news in person.

Should she?  She was aching to see him again and this would be the perfect excuse.  She didn’t have to stay or anything, but she wanted to see his face when she told him.  He’d be thrilled for her and she wanted to see his sweet smile.

She tossed her phone on the seat beside her, started her car, and drove toward the club.