“I need you to know how badly you turn me on. Right now thinking of you in this place is making me hard. I want to do so many things to you, take you outside of your comfort zone and share with you the pleasures that can be had from role play, bondage, withholding orgasm, even spanking. I want to watch your body come apart while I fuck you in every imaginable position with whatever object I choose. When we walk into this place, I want you to submit to my every desire and craving and know that by doing so, you will gain pleasure. I want to own you, control you. I want to be the first and last thing on your mind every day.

He walked over and stood in front of me. “I never want to hear the word no come out of your mouth. I want you to trust me so much that you never look at me and wonder if something I ask of you would be too much to bear. You will just know that if it were, I would never tell you to do it.”

He reached his hand out and his fingers rubbed my hard, aching nipples. He walked behind me and started taking off my sweater and I sat there allowing it wondering why I would allow this, why I wanted it.

“Lift your arms, Kitten.”

I did and he pulled my cami off.

“I want you to know that the emptiness you feel inside is mine and only mine to fill.” He was in front of me now. “Stand and remove everything from the waist down.”

“Zandor, I…

“In here, it’s yes sir.” He turned and walked toward the closet and grabbed a box. He set it on the desk beside me.

“There will be a learning curve. I will allow you a few test runs before I punish you.”

“Punish me?”

“Clothes off.”

He didn’t look at me, and I didn’t move.

“Do you like the way I make you feel?”

“Yes, Zandor, but this is a little much.”

He took the empty box and sat it inside the closet.

I looked over and was shocked by the tools or toys or whatever you wanted to call them sitting beside me.

“Without thinking too deeply tell me the reservations you have.”

“A sex club?”

“Okay.”

“What’s okay mean?”

“It means that I understand. Understand that since this idea came into fruition I have tasted you, touched you, fucked your tits, your mouth, and even was given permission for a bit of anal play. Nothing I did to you or with you was unenjoyable was it?”

I looked at him, unable to answer. He pulled me up and unzipped my skirt and it dropped to the floor. He began pulling down my tights and I wanted to fight him, I really did, but I wasn’t, I really wasn’t. He lifted me and sat me on the desk and pulled the tights off my feet.

He spread my legs wide enough so that he could stand between them.

He reached behind me and undid my bra and I heard him inhale my scent.

He pulled my bra off and set it on the desk. He reached over and grabbed two items that looked like small clothespins. He ducked his head and licked my nipple. A deep moan escaped from my throat and he tugged and sucked hard. He pulled back and flicked his tongue across my nipple and then took the other in his mouth and did the same thing.

My head fell back and I felt an unfamiliar bite on my nipple. It felt like he was biting me, lightly. It didn’t hurt it felt good.

I looked down and saw the clamp. He pulled his mouth away from the other and ran his palm over my damp panties as he clamped my other nipple.

“God, you make me so fucking hard.” He kissed me, and I didn’t give it up easy, but eventually I caved and his tongue stroked mine but he quickly pulled away.

He stretched his neck again and tried to relax. He lifted my feet and set them flat on the desk. “On your knees, Bekah.”

I let out a deep breath and did as he asked.

“Very good, Kitten.” He kissed me again and pulled back.

Was it odd to feel this much pleasure from his kiss? Was it wrong to be allowing this, obeying orders, being told what to do?

“You look beautiful every time I see you but right now I’m fighting all the desire inside of me. To show you what this can be like. To share in this experience with the only woman I have ever loved. Don’t tell me no, Bekah, not ever.”

I don’t know how to express my feelings about how wrong this should feel or the confusion caused by it feeling right. I felt the tears building, emotions over flowing, and I looked up at him as the first ones fell.

“Oh fuck, no.” He unclamped my nipples and picked me up, holding me against him. “Jesus, Bekah, I’m sorry.”

He sat on the floor and held me tighter. “Talk to me, please.”

I continued crying and pulled back. “You want this. You want this to be your life? To run a sex club? Not a normal life? Not what we experienced today?”