Win stared down at the toilet, considered her throbbing ass, and then decided she didn’t have to pee that badly. She washed her hands and face, removing the last of her smeared makeup with a washcloth. So much for waterproof eyeliner.

She didn’t think she could feel any more vulnerable than she already did—she was naked, hair uncharacteristically down—but now her face was bare of even the small amount of makeup she’d worn.

He’d given her permission to use the restroom again. There wasn’t a bath towel in the small, elegant half bath. If there had been she might have been tempted to wrap it around herself, just to claim back some sense of control.

Control.

“Princess, are you all right?”

His deep voice brought back the vivid memory of being facedown over his lap, ass on fire as he spanked her, his deep voice urging her to let go, to stop fighting. She had, and felt something totally unexpected, in the midst of the physical pain of the spanking—release. Not a sexual release, but an emotional one.

She opened the door, using her hair to help shield some of her nakedness.

Edward stood there, one arm raised, forearm resting on the door jam. His dark eyes took in every inch of her. His free hand brushed her hair behind her, exposing her nakedness once more.

“It’s only eight,” he told her. “You’re mine for another two hours.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Come.” He held out his hand. She placed hers in it.

He led her to the couch, taking a seat on it. She stood awkwardly in front of him, not sure what to do.

Edward pointed at the carpet between his feet.

Win sank down on to her knees. Forgetting the state of her ass, she sat back on her heels, then yelped, grabbing ahold of Edward’s thighs, and straightened.

“How do you feel?”

“Physically or emotionally?” she asked.

“Let’s start with physically.”

“My bottom hurts.”

His smile was impish. “I can’t imagine why.”

Win rolled her eyes even as she smiled.

“Had you ever been spanked before?”

“No.”

“No, Sir,” he corrected gently.

“No, Sir,” she repeated, lowering her gaze to his chin.

“You’re wonderfully, naturally submissive.” He stroked her face.

Her hair whipped around as she shook her head. “I’m not, though. Not really.”

“Oh?”

“I’m soft-spoken, I know that, but most people realize, quickly, that I’m not a pushover.”

“Being submissive and being a pushover aren’t the same thing.”

“I know that.” She sighed. “I thought I knew that. But I’m not sure anymore. That wasn’t…wasn’t what I expected.”

“The spanking?”

“Not just the physical spanking, but how it made me feel. The spanking part hurt. I had guessed that it would.” He laughed a little at her wry comment. “But I liked it. I liked how it made me feel.” She paused, then added, “I didn’t know I’d start crying.”

His knuckles grazed her cheek. “Emotionally. How are you emotionally?”

“I’m…feeling sort of raw, but at the same time floaty. I don’t have a better way to describe it right now.”

“That’s okay, as long as you’re not scared, or ashamed.”

“No, I’m not scared or ashamed.”

His thumb brushed her lips, then pressed between them, hooking over her teeth in a casually controlling hold. She licked the tip of his thumb and he smiled at her.

“It would be easy to end it now,” he told her. “To order some food and engage in some extended aftercare, but I want more.” His removed his thumb from her mouth and his gaze darkened even as his voice lowered, becoming more intense. “I want to play with you more—suck your nipples, tease your clit—and make you come again and again. I want to fuck you while your ass is plugged, taste your sweet pussy with my tongue.”

The heavy, aching feeling the spanking had left her with transformed into the burning heat of arousal.

“I want that too,” she whispered.

“I want to put a plug in you, but I’ll give you a bit more time. Don’t look so disappointed. Until then, how about some nipple play?”

Win nodded enthusiastically, which made him grin.

Edward helped her rise from her knees, then he stood and moved the tray off the couch. He then took a folded throw off the back of one of the chairs and spread it over the ottoman. “This is a sex blanket. Soft on the outside, but with absorbing material inside to protect the furniture.”

“The hotel had this?” Win looked around, wondering if this was secretly one of those bondage themed hotels.

“No, I brought this from home. There are hotels that cater to people in the BDSM lifestyle.”

“I’ve heard about them.”

“Oh?”

“One of those listicles, about interesting hotels. There was one that was bondage-themed, in Amsterdam.”

“I know which one you’re talking about. Would you like to go there someday?”

“I’d like to go anywhere.” The words slipped out before she had time to think about what she was saying, or, more specifically, to whom she was saying them.

Edward stopped to look at her, his gaze sharp and probing. “You don’t travel?”

“I’ve been to Florida. For a work conference.”

“You’ve never been outside the US?”

Win held up her hand. “Please don’t.”

“Don’t ask personal questions? That’s fair.”

“No, please don’t remind me how different we are.”

Edward looked taken aback. “What does that mean?”

Win realized that while she knew a lot about him, he didn’t know anything about her. He didn’t know how woefully different their lives had been. She shook her head and didn’t reply. Silence stretched between them, empty and terrible. If he was trying to wait her out, to use the silence to make her talk, he would have a long wait. She was comfortable with silence, and she knew how to use it when questioning someone.

When he spoke again, his voice was hard, laced with what might have been a hint of anger. “Hands and knees, on the ottoman.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His tension lessened when she obeyed instantly, climbing onto the ottoman and positioning herself on her hands and knees. The blanket he’d laid down had a soft, velvety texture.

Winter was tense, aware of how exposed and vulnerable her still-warm ass was.

“Relax, princess.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied immediately.

He hunkered down to look in her face. “You’re scared. Why?”

“I don’t want to be spanked again.”

He stroked her cheek. “You responded to it, but if worrying about spanking is going to detract from the rest of your experience, we’ll take it off the table.”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course. I won’t always do what you want. And I will push you, but if something is causing you anxiety, that’s a step backwards.” He rose, so she was looking at his knees. She watched him pick up the crop and tensed. “But you have to ask yourself what part of it you’re afraid of—the physical pain or entering sub space.”

The folded flap of leather on the tip of the crop traced the line of her spine, then down, between the globes of her ass to her sex. He rubbed her pussy with it and Win moaned at the sudden and unexpectedly powerful pleasure.

“Sub...space...” she gasped between moans of pleasure. She’d heard the term, but hadn’t really understood it.

“It’s a sort of altered state of being, though that sounds a bit dramatic. I’ve had subs tell me it’s a similar feeling to what you get if you meditate for an extended period of time.”

“It was nice,” she said, though that seemed a lame term for what had been a powerful experience. “But what about you?” she asked.

“What about me? Kneel up.”

Though it was the first time he’d used the term, she’d read enough that she knew what he wanted. Win straightened so her hands were no longer on the ottoman. For a moment she let them dangle at her sides, but then raised them, lacing them through the heavy fall of her hair at the back of her head.

“Lovely,” he commented.

“What do you get?” she asked quietly. “If I get to go to the floaty head space, what do you get?”

Edward’s mouth curved into a wolfish smile. “What do I get, besides to play with and touch a beautiful woman?” He ran the tip of the crop down her breastbone. “To have her obey my every command?” The tip of the crop slid sideways, rubbing over her nipple. “To touch her in ways that society considers taboo, and maybe even criminal?” He raised the crop with a sharp motion, as if he were going to strike her nipple with it.

Win sucked in her breath and held still, waiting for the blow to land, for him to strike her vulnerable, tight flesh.

The crop came to rest gently on her other nipple, rubbing in a circle.

“Yes,” Win gasped. “Besides that.”

Edward chuckled and dropped the crop onto the couch. Then he sat to remove his shoes and socks. She watched with rapt anticipation as he stood and then, much to her surprise, sat cross-legged on the ottoman facing her. She realized why a moment later when he placed his hands on her waist and leaned forward, taking her right nipple into his mouth.

He sucked hard, drawing blood to the sensitive tip of her breast. Then his teeth closed in a delicate bite, and he flicked the captured tip with his tongue.

Win saw stars.

The delicate, precise touch of his tongue to her sensitive nipple was so acute that she grabbed his head, arching into him. “Edward,” she moaned. She wasn’t thinking about submitting, calling him Sir. All she could think about was how good it felt to have him sucking her nipple. His hand gripped her other breast, kneading it firmly before plucking and twisting that nipple. Win fisted her hands in his hair and moaned, “More, more, more.”

This time he obeyed her, quickly switching to her other breast, giving it the same treatment—closing his teeth around her nipple, tugging it gently before tormenting it with his tongue. His fingers slid over her saliva-wet breast, plucking and rolling the tip.

Win’s pussy pulsed with each tug and pull, and for a glorious moment she thought she’d come just from the nipple play. “More,” she begged. “More.”

She was fully aware that she was giving him orders, that she no longer had her hands behind her head, and that all these things meant she’d earned a punishment. Another spanking?

She didn’t care. Aroused as she was, she actually wanted another spanking on her already aching ass. The heat from her well-spanked bottom was only fueling the fire of her arousal, making her want more—pain, pleasure, it didn’t matter. She wanted more.

Edward released her nipple with a pop, and scrambled off the ottoman. He snagged something up off the tray, then held up the tweezer-style nipple clamps for her to see. Win raised her arms and arched her chest, offering him her pink, wet nipples to be clamped.

A muscle in his jaw clenched and he looked almost angry, but she knew it wasn’t anger that made him look so hard and intense. He was fighting for control—not of her, but of himself.

Maybe she could make him lose control.

“Please,” she begged. “Fuck me.”

Edward’s hand shot out, fisting in her hair. He pulled her head back, then looked down at her. “I will fuck you, princess. When I’m ready. When I want to.”

All thoughts of trying to make him lose control fled in the face of his overwhelming dominance. She welcomed it, relaxed into her role of submissive.

“Yes, Sir.” She held his gaze for a moment before lowering her lashes. He grunted in satisfaction, released her hair, and then grabbed her right nipple. She moaned as he twisted and pulled, then gasped when he attached the clamp, not on the very tip, but just behind it. He slid the small guide up until the clamp was held firmly. It pinched, but didn’t hurt. Or maybe it was hurting her but aroused as she was, she couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain.

He applied the clamp to the second nipple.

“Look down at your breasts. Look at the clamps.”

Win did, shocked by how pink the tips of her breasts were.

“Why are you clamped?” he asked in a rough voice.

Win raised her gaze to his. “Because you want me to be.”

A savage gleam of satisfaction lit his eyes. “Yes. Who do you belong to?”

“You. I belong to you.”

“Hands and knees.”

Win dropped down onto her hands. As she did, the clamps shifted, stimulating her nipples, and she shivered.

There was the crinkle of plastic and a click from behind her.

Lube. He’d opened up some lube.

Of anything this was the thing she was looking forward to the most. She probably could have gotten one of her few past boyfriends to agree to anal, but she didn’t want to just be fucked in the ass. She wanted to be played with, plugged, used the way the women in the erotica she like to read were.

Cold, viscous liquid was dripping into the crease of her ass, and a moment later he grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them open, exposing her. The lube rolled down until it reached her anus. Something, his finger she realized a moment later, rubbed the lube around the outside of her rear entrance.

“I want you to drop down onto your elbows and arch your back.”

When she did the clamps hit the surface of the ottoman, stimulating her nipples. She gasped and as soon as she did, he pressed one finger into her ass.

Win shuddered and bit the inside of her cheek. Having his finger inside her felt good. So good.

“Talk to me, princess,” he said.

“It feels good.”

“What does?”

“Your finger in my, my...”

“In your ass. Say it.”

“Your finger in my ass feels good.”

“What were you expecting?”

“I was expecting it to hurt a little bit,” she admitted.

“Yet you wanted it.”

“Because it’s...it’s taboo.”

“For straight women, it can be considered taboo,” he conceded. “But there are lots of nerve endings in the anus, and done correctly, anal sex is entirely pleasurable.” With one finger still buried in her, he rubbed the stretched ring of muscle with the pad of his thumb.

She moaned happily, her head dropping onto her crossed wrists.

“That being said, when I stretch you, it will hurt a bit.”

“Please,” she moaned.

“Please what?”

“Please hurt me.”

His finger withdrew and something cold took its place. “This is a plug. Appropriately, it’s called a princess plug, because it has a jewel in the base. Have you seen these?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“This plug has a longer taper than most, good for a beginner, and a narrow neck. You will keep the plug in from now until our time together is finished.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, princess, good.” He started to press the plug in. Win tried to relax, but it was cold and hard, and despite her arousal, she tensed.

Edward’s hand came up between her legs, stroking her labia. “Relax. This plug is going in your ass, no matter what you do. You can’t stop me. Can’t change my mind. You have no control here. Let go, stop fighting.”

His words washed over her and Win relaxed. The plug started to slide in, stretching her, opening her, filling her. There was a slight burn of pain, but it was muted by the ache of pleasure. Then the plug slid in, her body closing around the narrow neck.

“It’s in. How do you feel?”

“Happy,” she replied, surprising herself.

“Good.” He stroked her abused ass. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

His only reply was a sort of growling noise that made her think he was approaching the edge of his own control. She heard a condom packet rip open, and then he was tugging on her, until her knees were at the very edge of the ottoman. He toyed with the plug, reminding her it was there, making her aware of the fullness and pressure within her. In response she pressed her hips back, wanting, needing him to fuck her. His hands gripped her hips, and then his cock was there, the head bumping into her mound, sliding up through the valley of her sex to settle at her entrance.

“Mine,” he growled, and thrust in.

Win screamed in pleasure. His cock was filling her, opening her. He was hot and hard as steel inside her, and she wanted more. Winter leaned forward, felt his cock slide out an inch. Edward grabbed her hips and slammed her back onto him.

Win’s scalp prickled and a shiver raced up and down her back. “I’m close,” she whispered.

“You can orgasm from penetration?” he growled.

“Not until now.”

Before now, before him, she’d needed direct clitoral stimulation to orgasm, but she was going to come as he fucked her, even with nothing touching her clit. Her clamped nipples were rubbing against the velvety blanket, her ass was full with the plug, and his cock was thrusting deep into her.

“Come for me.” He drew his cock all the way out, then thrust it in again, with slow, maddening control. “Don’t fight it. Come when you’re ready.”

Win dropped her head to the ottoman, closed her eyes, and submitted. She stopped worrying about what would happen, if she was good enough, if this would be what she wanted, what she’d fantasized about. The reality was so much better than even her most elaborate fantasies. She trusted Edward with her body, and her mind.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, though she doubted he could hear her.

Edward withdrew, then slammed his cock into her again. Pleasure shot through her and her toes curled.

He started to fuck her in earnest, thrusting in and out with an ever increasing pace, until he was slamming his cock into her in hard, rapid bursts, his grip on her hips pulling her back to meet each thrust. Her well-spanked ass slapped against his hips, reminding her of the punishment, of his domination over her body.

Another hard thrust, and this time his lower abdomen hit the plug, shifting it inside her.

Win came. The orgasm exploded through her, making her scream and buck in pleasure. Her nails scrabbled against the ottoman, her nipples seemed to burn as the orgasm made her momentarily more sensitive, and through it all he kept fucking her. Today was a day for many new things, including all different kinds of new orgasms. This was unlike anything she’d experienced before—it was not just a tightness in her belly, but an all over wave of pleasure that made her teeth clench and her toes curl until her calves ached.

Just when she thought it was done, Edward reached out, grabbed her hair, and pulled. Win’s head jerked up and she screamed as a second wave of pleasure took her. His cock jackhammered into her, and then Edward let out his own shout of pleasure as he, too, orgasmed.

He stayed that way, buried inside her, for a minute, then withdrew. She heard him walk to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later.

“We’re not done yet, princess.”