Sasha squirmed against the soft leather bench, silently pleading with her Dom to continue touching her. She knew better than to ask, but she wanted more.

The orgasm had been amazing, but it barely took the edge off her arousal. She was burning up. No wonder people enjoyed this lifestyle. Being restrained and helpless while her Dom teased her was the singularly hottest thing she’d ever experienced—far better than watching others play, and that was hot too.

She knew she gave off an air of innocence to most of the world, but underneath the conservative dress, this preschool teacher had always been hyper-aware of her sexuality. She liked to come, and she liked to come often. And she’d like to come again right about now.

Her pussy gripped at nothing as Lincoln’s fingers eased from her channel and lightly stroked her swollen lips. “Such a greedy little girl.” He set one hand on her lower back, making her shudder at the pressure.

Oh, yeah, she was totally into bondage.

“My naughty girl broke several rules earlier tonight, didn’t she?”

Sasha’s heart raced. Shit. They hadn’t been in D/s mode when she’d broken most of his rules. Would he punish her for offenses committed when they weren’t playing? She hoped not. It would get confusing. And for as much as she enjoyed him dominating her, she also recognized she wasn’t the sort of submissive who would enjoy a twenty-four seven arrangement. It was too intense. Draining. Too many things to remember all the time.

She hoped he would be willing to negotiate something part-time. She also hoped he would be willing to spend the rest of their time engaged in normal vanilla life. Easy laughter. Meals together on his back porch. Watching television. Going to dinner. Regular things.

He can. She felt confident. After all, he’d told her he would give it all up for her. Every single aspect of BDSM. So, surely it would be easy to negotiate something in the middle.

Suddenly he was kneeling in front of her face again. He’d taken off his T-shirt. His six-pack caught her attention when his abs flexed. She wished she could run a hand over all that hard muscle. Later.

He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “What’s going on in my little girl’s head?”

Ah, he was so observant.

He smiled. “Nothing gets by me, sweetheart. I told you I’m good at this. Now, you clenched up when I suggested punishing you. What happened?”

“Shouldn’t there be a distinction between when we’re playing and when we’re not, Sir? I mean, it doesn’t seem fair that I be disciplined for perceived disobedience I committed when we weren’t in the role. That would imply I’m always really your sub, and it would be too stressful. I don’t think I can do twenty-four seven, Lincoln.”

He smiled wider. “Ah, such good questions. I’m proud of you. Never hold back that curiosity. If you have a concern, bring it to me immediately.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“To answer your question, no, I will never punish you for anything you did while we weren’t playing. You have my word. Won’t even bring it up. In this case, I was just pretending as part of the role-play.” He winked. “Pretend offenses will be followed by a pretend punishment that will be nothing like the last time I spanked you.”

She blew out a breath, relieved. “Okay. Thank you, Sir.”

“Little girl, I’m about to rock your world. You have no idea.”

Heat rushed over her cheeks. If he did anything half as erotic as what they’d already done, she would die happy.

“Shall we resume?”

“Yes, Sir.” She relaxed into the bench once more, deriving comfort from the cuffs at her wrists and ankles. They kept her from having to proactively hold still for him which was also hot in some circumstances, but could be stressful at the same time.

For this scene she was relieved to have the option to escape him taken out of her hands.

For several minutes he said nothing as he resumed petting her, stroking her skin everywhere. He even unstrapped her heels and slid them off to tease the soles of her feet. She giggled.

Finally, he was back between her legs. He adjusted something on the bench between her thighs and they spread open farther. Obscenely farther. “Oh, yeah. That’s better. I like my little girl’s pussy wide open so that it drips onto the floor with nowhere else to go.”

She moaned. Please touch me.

She got her wish when he dragged one finger slowly through her wetness. “So wet for me. Do you know how hard my cock is, little girl?”

“No, Sir. Show me?”

He chuckled. “Sassy, aren’t we?”

“Sorry, Sir. I just thought you’d like me to maybe lick it.” She was definitely testing the waters with her smart mouth, but it was a scene after all. She might as well tempt him to either give her the contact she needed or spank her.

Not to mention the fact that she had yet to take his cock into her mouth. She was anxious and curious about doing so.

Lincoln’s palm squeezed her butt cheek so hard she winced. “I warned you about trying to top me.”

She swallowed. Had she tried to top him? Oh… yeah… probably. Apparently she shouldn’t make suggestions during a scene based on what she craved.

“I’m gonna have to spank this sweet bottom until you show me proper respect.”

“Yes, Sir.” Was he still playing the little-girl scene? Or was he really going to punish her?

Two seconds later she found out when his hand lifted and came back down on her bottom right at the junction of her cheeks and her thighs.

She lost her breath and then held it, not sure she could move an inch or breathe without coming.

“I think she sees the difference,” he teased, again slipping out of the scene. No. It wasn’t that he left the erotic D/s scene, it was that he had occasionally pulled away from the sub-scene in which they were role-playing that she was his little girl. Confusing, but it didn’t matter because the same rules applied. They were in D/s mode no matter what.

His hand lifted and swatted her again two times, once on each cheek. Again, low. Not as hard as he’d struck her to discipline her on Saturday. No, this was more sensual. Erotic. And it was working.

She would come a second time if he struck her again. “Sir, I need to come.”

He soothed her cheeks with his palm, molding them and squeezing them, pulling them apart. She tried to ignore the fact that he could see her rear hole every time. She knew when it was visible because the cooler air in the room hit the puckered flesh.

“Good girl. Catch your breath. I’m not done yet. You don’t have permission to come. Not for a while.”

Not for a while? Shit.

“Did you just cuss at me in your head, little girl?”

Shit.

He must have taken her silence as affirmation because his hand swatted her again right between her cheeks.

She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut to keep from coming. He wasn’t even touching her pussy or her clit.

“Is it appropriate for little girls to use four-letter words, sweetheart? Even in their heads?”

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You know I won’t tolerate your pretty mouth being soiled with inappropriate language. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” She gritted her teeth.

He might have thought he could bring her back from the edge if he stopped spanking her to engage in conversation, but he was wrong. Every time he insinuated she was a disobedient little girl she grew hornier.

Who knew she would enjoy any of the things she was experiencing tonight? He had unleashed a monster.

While he smoothed his palm over her warm cheeks, he kept talking. “Someday I’m going to use a flogger on your bottom, little one.”

Her breath hitched as she squeezed the muscles in her ass.

He chuckled. “Yeah. I haven’t forgotten the way you squirmed while you watched that first scene at Breeze. I thought you were going to come from the voyeurism alone.”

Oh God. He saw that? How long had he been at Breeze watching her? Duh. Probably the entire time.

Now both his hands were on her ass, molding it, parting her cheeks. “If you like being spanked, you’re going to love the soft thump of my flogger.”

She had no doubt.

“I would never use a tool that left a mark on your skin, but I can’t wait to lull you with thick strands of soft leather.”

She really needed him to stop talking. If he thought this short break from spanking her was meant to draw her back from the edge, he was wrong. Talk of flogging her sent her heart racing. So much wetness between her legs.

He leaned forward and kissed a line up her spine. When his lips reached her ear, he whispered, “Here’s what we’re going to do, little one. I’m going to spank your bottom rapidly until you come without me touching your pussy, and then while you’re still screaming out your release, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t know how many orgasms you had in the end.”

She nodded, unable to speak. Wanting what he offered more than anything in the world.

“I need words, little one. Repeat back to me what I just said. Paying close attention to me is an important part of the lifestyle. I expect you to do so when we’re playing.”

Was he kidding? How was she going to utter a syllable, let alone repeat his erotic suggestion?

“Did you like what I said, little one? Did it turn you on?” He brushed her hair from her face.

“Yes, Sir.” She hardly heard herself.

“I’ll wait for you to repeat it, and then I’m going to make it real.”

She swallowed. She had to do this, because she really wanted the end result. “You’re going to spank me until I come without touching my pussy, and then you’re going to… have sex with me.”

He chuckled. “Good girl. I like the way you didn’t use forbidden words.” He righted himself.

She didn’t have time to think another thought before his hand lifted off her bottom and he swatted her rapidly, over and over, spraying the lowest part of her ass with so many blows she couldn’t count. Not hard. Just right. Every single one made her arousal rise.

He spanked her upper thighs too and then struck several times right in the middle, hitting both cheeks and her thighs. The vibrations went straight to her clit, and she came hard, screaming out her release.

True to his word, she was still pulsing around the orgasm when she heard the distinct sound of his zipper lowering followed by the rip of a condom wrapper. And then he slammed his cock into her channel.

She lifted her face, gripped the pads under her fingers, and shouted, “Lincoln. Sir. Oh. God. Oh. God.”

He pounded into her, his grip on her hips. Her legs so obscenely wide that she couldn’t do anything but take every thrust and enjoy the best orgasms of her life.