Get a grip. Some kinky shit was not meant to happen.

No. Never ever. Something else.

And how was this a documentary when I was even contemplating doing that? It wasn't, clearly. Whatever it was though, I was running with it and not stopping until I had to. I did a few experimental taps on her ass with the crop. Red slowly flared on her bite-worthy female butt. Fuck winning the lottery, I had Jodie.

I could have simply thrashed her and I would have enjoyed the whole process. I knew that about myself. But I lowered the crop to the counter. I wanted her to enjoy this too. I wanted her to join me in this adventure more than she had so far.

"Stay."

I went out and grabbed a desk chair from the study, wheeled it in, was ridiculously pleased to see she hadn't moved. After locking the wheels up, I sat.

"Come here." I beckoned.

Though hesitant at first, Jodie lay over my lap when I showed her where I wanted her. Her hands and feet on the floor kept her balanced. Frowning through a curtain of her auburn hair, she peered back at me.

After flipping up the tiny skirt to reveal all of her bare ass, I caressed both cheeks. My palm made gentle circles over the wonderful curves and down to her cleft, spreading her thighs, then I delved past the dimpled button of her anus. The instinctive wink of the muscles there gave me an idea.

Anal. That was another of Jodie's no-noes. So many of them. I planned to plow through them all.

I found her vaginal moisture. She wriggled on my knee.

"This is definitely mine today," I murmured. "Jodie's ass. All of it. I'm going to do whatever I want. First of all, I'm going to spank you."

That first little whimper was enough to squeeze my balls.

I started slow and light. Between blows, I toyed with her cleft and her clit, and soon she was writhing on my knee, and gasping at every smack. I wanted to hear her say how she felt. Wanted her to admit to how much this worked for her.

"Do you like this?"

After a swallow, came a quiet, "Yes."

I kept going. I spanked her harder and fondled her clit and her nipples. I bit the back of her neck, the muscles of her back and every place I could reach on her butt, until I had her moaning and pushing her groin onto my leg.

"Nearly there, Jodie?" She was. I didn't need an answer to that question. Her whimpers and cute sexy noises told me.

One orgasm to warm her up. Only this one came with a small price. I knew precisely how she liked her clit pressed and once I had a rhythm going I didn't let up. Her back arched up into my hand and I parked my otherwise unoccupied hand on the small of her back. Using her own juices for lubrication, I hooked the very tip of my finger into her anus and slowly, sneakily, worked it in.

I'd always loved doing this to a woman. It was so hot and tight in there. Taking Jodie anally was a dark and powerful way to make her mine.

Though she squeaked and attempted half-heartedly to get away, I leaned on her with my forearm. Then with my finger and thumb I forced the orgasm from her. A hot and incredibly long one.

Her high-pitched cries and the upward arching spasms of her back went on and on.

The best part was where my forefinger ended up. I smiled as I looked at where it was, buried to the second knuckle inside that little rosette of muscle. "I'm going to train you to take butt plugs, Jodie. In a week or so, we'll be having anal sex."

She grunted and levered herself up an inch off my lap. The word came out soft but very audible. "Nooo."

"I heard that. It's yes, and you've only made me work my finger in farther. Three strikes." I angled my eyebrow. "But you were getting those anyway. Now, the crop. And the smallest butt plug."

Sure she'd agreed to the crop, but the butt plug suggestion would make her fight. I knew that and I plain loved fighting her. With her flailing her arms, twisting, and struggling to rise, I forced her down, grabbed her wrists and locked them together. Then I clipped her ankle cuffs together. Last of all, I got up, and forced her to lean over the back of the chair so I could clip her wrist cuffs to the base of the arm rests. Her palms were set flat on the cushioned seat, her breasts were where I could feel them as needed, and her stomach rested on the thick, padded chair back. And boy, was she cross.

When I swept aside her hair to see her upside down face, her scowl would have flattened a six foot construction worker. Not me.

"Save that for someone who cares." I grinned and straightened. I interlaced my fingers, turned them inside out and stretched my finger joints. "You're all mine, darling."

She hadn't spoken again, no matter how much she hated this, she hadn't spoken. Priceless. I surveyed my little victim.

Her thighs and pink ass were right where I wanted them. Jodie was trapped and ever so croppable. I worked the chair forward so it was wedged into the corner of the cupboards, and I attached her ankle cuffs to the base of the chair. Then I took up the crop and gave it a practice swish.

"Wait there." I backed away. She couldn't go anywhere. Except... "Don't wriggle or the chair could turn over. "I'll be back in a sec."

I knew some of the rules now. The safety ones. Like don't leave anyone tied up and unsupervised for long.

Chapter Fifteen.

Jodie *

Okay. That wrestle had not been wise. It had knocked the stuffing out of me and made me notice all the wonderful muscles Klaus used in judo fights. The thrill I got from being beaten down had come back and possessed my body again. I detested the idea of anal in principle. It just seemed dirty. But when I'd come, inside me there'd been new sensations. Foreign, yet interesting. I closed my eyes and felt those again. My pussy squeezed in.

I still hated him making me. I tried to stamp my feet but stopped when the chair wobbled. Fuck it. Then I tried to work my hands loose anyway, and was grunting and tugging when...

"Still here?" The close warmth of his voice from a foot behind shocked me into stillness. "Move one more finger and I'll get the monster plug. Now, this is the same as my finger and it's lubricated, so you can take it."

I swore softly with every curse word I knew as he touched the center of my other hole with the tip of the plug and began to wriggle it in. Klaus laughed and said he'd have to give me amnesty for those words but that it was worth it. I barely understood. I was busy, hurting. Not in a good way.

I tensed my thighs until he whacked me and said to be silent and to push out. Yeah, knew that trick from all my stories. So, still muttering bastard you bastard in my head, I pushed outward down there and felt the thing slowly advance inside me. Keening deep in my throat, I labored through the burn until the plug slipped all the way in with a last painful jolt.

"Done. And by the way, it's actually a bit bigger than my finger."

Bastard!

Then he did what he had as he'd spanked me-alternated playing with my clit and my pussy in between cropping me. My butt was way up in the air, and I was staring down at the chair wondering why this position got me so turned on, and why him hitting me did it too.

The intensity of the hits built, pattering then whacking in sharp bites across all of my ass, down my thighs. The pain became one huge pulse in time with my heartbeats and a faraway blurred me whimpered and whined with every blow.

He slid his big fingers along my slit, up and down, back there where I could do nothing. I braced with my palms on the chair seat and arched my spine. One of his fingers circled in the wetness around my clit then pinched soft and steady, over and over. The pleasure throbbed higher, deeper, even spreading from where that plug was seated inside me. He reached and found my breast, smoothed the flat of his hand over the curve then tugged at my jutting nipples.

The feelings merged, rippled into waves of heat.

I bowed my head and concentrated on what he was doing to my body, between my legs. Tugging, pressing, arousing me. My toes pushed and pushed on the floor. I couldn't stop myself. Every part of me tensed and I choked out little gasps.

"Come on, girl. You can do it. Come. I've got you here as long as I want to keep you here. You're not getting away. When I'm done you are going to be fucking used up. You're already not an anal virgin. That plug is firmly stuck in your innocent asshole."

The shock of his words shuddered into me. Another series of finger pumps squeezed on my clit.

I strained at the wrist cuffs, the ankle cuffs.

"Come."

I groaned and arched more with each coaxing, cunning probe of his fingers. He covered me. His body thrust on mine, and some part of him back there, his cock perhaps, pressed and pressed on the butt plug.

"One day soon," he whispered. "It's going to be my dick in there. In your ass. And I'll make damn sure you won't be in a position to stop me."

The idea of that...

Oh fuck. I came. I cried out in rhythmic grunts as the pleasure swept me again, roaring into every muscle, filling me. He'd done this to me, possessed me. And he kept pressing on my clit though I was dying to stop climaxing.

"Oh God. Oh God. No. Stop, stop."

At last he did and I collapsed as far as I could onto the chair.

"My turn."

When he rammed up into me I was sure I felt the shock wave from the push of his cock most of the way up my body. I rocked forward in the thrusts, the chair creaked, and I groaned again. That plug was still in my anus and I couldn't stop feeling how good that was. Both holes, crammed tight. There was something supremely bad and dirty about this. My mind flashed to one of my fantasies-two men one taking me, one in my mouth, the other where Klaus was now. I held that thought as he rocked back and forth inside me.

Being penetrated from behind had always been the ultimate for me. Only now there was more, I was his fucktoy. His dirty, bad, fucktoy. So I went with the ride. I didn't hold back from showing how well he pleasured me. And I damn near came again when he did.

We lay on the floor after, spooning, our sweat mingling. I could barely open my eyes to check when Baxter came purring in the catflap and marched over.

"Here's my second pussy," Klaus said in my ear.

I chuckled, moving his arms as I laughed, those big hard-muscled arms that held me and that had made me do things I'd never have agreed to if asked. I shut my eyes and nuzzled the skin on his forearm, nibbled on him a little, while he brushed aside my sweaty hair and kissed me below the collar.

A thought wormed its way into my mind. Right then, I was where I wanted to be, but it had to end. It had to end someday. This couldn't last.

Above us the camera light blinked from where he'd installed yet another camera. Not that we could use most...hardly any...of the footage. Unless we made a porno flick. I'd be doing a ton of editing.

If I was normal, my more sensible self added, I'd have fled by now. I'd have found a time when he didn't have me tied up and I'd have gone. What if the next thing he wanted me to do was dangerous or just too much? There was no allowance for saying no in any of what Klaus did. I might lose a finger, a limb, or my mind.

I liked living on the edge of danger, though. It was why the stage attracted me. How boring was life if you only went with the safe? I pondered all this as I lay there with Klaus leaning across me and patting Baxter. Now that cat was worse than me. He'd purr for anyone who fed him.

Me, I shut my eyes and smiled...right now, it was only Klaus who made me purr.

Chapter Sixteen.

Klaus *

I sat on one of the weather-proof steel benches near the jetty and watched the catamaran cruise into the bay. As it backed to get everything squared away and the off-ramps lined up, the muted rumble of the big engines sounded like a predator warning away other beasts. Once the ropes were dropped over the bollards, the tourists surged out. Soon I was surrounded by a crowd. Mostly these were young families out for a day on the island. Kids screamed and ran about in their bright shorts, tops or dresses. Many people had snorkels and flippers, or ice boxes chock full of holiday gear. The seagulls were having fun pouncing on the potato fries thrown aside by giggling children.

And I was the outsider. I was a sadist. In my basement, I had a mostly naked woman who I beat regularly.

I remembered this disjointed feeling from the last time, from every time, I ventured out. My two shopping bags lay next to my feet. Milk, eggs, orange juice and various other items, including another selection of clothes that could be tossed when I tired of them, or mutilated to my heart's content. And there was some string to tie up the nipples of the woman I'd left in the room.

Was I fucking insane?

I had a good job, great income, an honest reputation-not bad for a taxation accountant. Two and a half more weeks and my locum-the accountant who was filling in for me-was off to Europe. I had to go back to work then.

I knew why I didn't let Jodie talk, still. It wasn't for the wonderful reason she'd discovered. It was partly because I was afraid of what she might tell me if face to face and allowed to say whatever she wished. Partly too, because I got off on the power dynamic.

This way that I just took from her whatever I wanted was wrong, morally, ethically, even logically. But I didn't want to stop when the time was over.

Maybe she'd agree to this continuing?

I'd figured out one of the local kinksters on Fetlife was a close friend from the kayaking club I used to be in. His pic, if you knew him well, was a dead giveaway. Only on Fetlife his name was Moghul. He was a Dom, and a font of information. Not all of it was useable. If I told him what we were truly doing, I think he would have been horrified. Jodie and I had something different happening. Something better.

I stared out across the beach. Seagulls were squawking indignantly as a small boy chased them. He ran in circles giggling insanely. His mother sat cross-legged on a towel nearby, smiling at his antics. She had a pile of seashells by her foot and the usual colorful plastic toys and shovel.

We'd strolled along this beach once, Jodie and I. The island only had so many beaches. She'd collected shells too, but when it had been time to get on the ferry, instead of dropping the shells, or taking them with us, she'd gifted the lot to a little girl in a blue dress and floppy hat. As she'd carefully tipped them into the girl's chubby hand, then picked up a couple that had fallen onto the sand, I'd grinned. It had made me wonder about Jodie, about whether she would ever be a mother, and if I could ever be a father.

I guess I'd been hoping it would be us, together, but it was so long ago I couldn't remember that part. Maybe I'd blocked it out.

I stood, picked up the bags, and headed for the jeep. Like every time I was out, I was growing nervous about leaving her alone. I might have loved hurting her, but I didn't want her trapped in the house while it burned. Or...

I halted, struck by a ridiculous thought. What if an intruder broke in and assaulted her?

I'd kill him.

Crazy. To care and yet to want to hurt.

I still hadn't figured out where I fitted in this whole scenario. Was I turning into the bad guy? Beneath all her protests, Jodie liked what I did. I was certain of that.

But I did have to ask her about this continuing, didn't I?

Yeah, I did. Determination went kerthunk as it landed in the front of my mind. As long as her answer was yes.

Yep, I was insane. Knew it.

But I'd ask her. Because it was the right thing to do.

Before I went down to the basement room, I sat in the living room to hear Jodie's latest monologue. If she ever made a film, if I let her, these were what she'd have to use as the backbone. Not the footage of us having crazy sex. Or of me beating her until she screamed.