"Please?"

"More. Harder. Sir."

He switched to the other flogger, and her first few moans sounded blissful. Then she fell silent. Her body went slack against the bonds. Beneath the steady rain of blows, the colour of her skin darkened from pink to light red. She made little sounds that urged him on. Realising she was mumbling, that she was flying in subspace, he tossed the flogger aside and knelt to release her ankles.

"You've pleased me immensely," he told her as stroked her skin. "I'm going to take care of you."

"Want more," she said.

"Another time. I promise." He unfastened her wrists then scooped her into his arms and carried her to his bed. She snuggled against his chest, and that alone told him she wasn't in her usual frame of mind.

Somehow he managed to pull back the duvet and place her on the mattress. He covered her and she burrowed into the pillow. "Please, Sir? Hold me?" She shivered a little.

He fought with the boots, bending over, using his hands and simultaneously trying to toe them off. All along, he had intended for her to remove them as part of her service. Seeing her charming derriere as she faced away from him and struggled had fuelled more than one fantasy.

He kicked the boots under the bed then crawled in next to her.

"Please fuck me," she said when he pulled her against him.

"Chelsea..."

She turned to face him and placed a palm against his cheek. "I want you inside me."

"You're not thinking straight. Give it a few minutes."

"I know my own mind, Sir."

He snagged her wrist. She had no idea how Goddamn difficult this was for him. "Chelsea, I'm warning you..."

She pulled her hand away and trailed it down his chest, then lower to squeeze his cock. Despite the fact he was still wearing jeans, he hardened beneath her determined touch. She tightened her grip and moved her hand up and down with a firm stroke. The vixen used her free hand to unbuckle his belt. By the time he stopped her, she'd loosened the waist and started to pull down the zipper.

"I know what I'm doing," she said. "And I want your cock."

There was only so much he could withstand. He rolled her beneath him. He pinned her arms with one hand, then somehow managed to grab a condom from the nightstand. He pressed the packet into her palm and said, "Open it."

While she did, he shucked his clothes. "Let me put it on for you?" she asked.

"I should make you use your mouth."

"If that's what Sir wishes."

His dick pulsed in response. He stood at the side of the bed, cock jutting out. Her touch wasn't skilled, and that made it all the more arousing. "Roll the condom," he said. "Don't pull it."

"Oh." Her face flushed, and that delighted him.

"Spread your legs, girl." This time he didn't hold her down, he just sank in, deep, with a single thrust. "You are ready."

"You make me insatiable, Sir."

"Pain slut."

She smiled.

He pinched her nipple. She came in a warm gush, wetting them both. He put one hand in her short locks. Because it would blur the lines, he had a rule not to kiss the women he trained. But the sight of her, her perfection, blasted away his determination. He held her and gently took her lips.

Her eyes widened, then she closed her lids.

Needing to give more, receive more, he deepened the kiss.

She responded to that like she did everything else. With passionate abandon. She met him thrust for thrust, and she shocked him by capturing the tip of his tongue between her teeth for a moment before letting go and becoming the aggressor. This was a side of her he'd never experienced, and it aroused him.

"Incredible," she murmured after he ended the kiss. She licked her upper lip. "Can I be on top, Sir?"

"Excuse me?"

"It must be the jeans, you gave me all these cowboy ideas, and I want to ride you."

He grinned and considered her idea. There was no danger in her forgetting their respective roles, so he put his hand beneath her buttocks and reversed their positions. "Straddle me then, sub. But remember, you need permission before you climax."

"After that kiss, Sir, that may not be possible."

He pinched her.

"I mean, yes, of course, Sir."

"That's what I thought you meant."

She rose onto her knees. She grasped his penis then she sank down on him. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from coming too soon.

He held her to help guide her motions.

"Oh, yes," she said. "That's... I love the angle, Sir."

He loved the sight of her breasts jostling. She was a lovely sight and he visually feasted on her as he filled her tight cunt.

"I think I'm going to come. Sir, may I?"

He let go of her and captured her nipples. "Do it," he said, squeezing hard.

"Master Alexander!" She came, her internal muscles clamping down on him, hard.

Within a moment, he ejaculated. He pulled her tight against his chest as his balls drained. He held her for at least a minute as their breathing returned to normal.

She propped one elbow on the mattress near his head, and she feathered her fingers into his hair. "I like the way you do me, Sir. Thank you."

"We'll make a halfway decent sub out of you yet." He slapped her thigh. "You have ten minutes before we leave for dinner. Be ready, waiting near the door, dressed and kneeling."

She stayed where she was, as if she had all the time in the world, and despite the fact his now-flaccid member was sliding out of her. "There are ways to punish you if you're not ready on time," he warned. "Ways you won't enjoy."

He pushed himself up, and she scampered towards the en suite.

The red marks were already fading from her skin. It didn't appear he'd left any marks that would be visible at tomorrow night's party. That realisation didn't please him.

He decided to shower in the guest bathroom, and when he headed downstairs to grab his keys, he found her exactly where she was supposed to be, kneeling up. The ends of her hair were still damp.

"Impressive."

"I am such a very good sub, Sir."

"Stand up, lift your skirt, turn your back to me, then grab your ankles and ask me to slap you for being so saucy."

She did exactly what he said, but not in the way he intended.

She stood with the grace he demanded, despite the heels. And she flipped up the skirt, exposing her naked rear. No underwear. God save him. She performed an exquisite pivot then spread her legs so far apart that she revealed her cunt to him. She took her time and exaggerated her motions as she reached for her ankles.

"Stay there," he said.

He went into the guest powder room and grabbed a condom. Minx wanted to play with fire...? He rejoined her and teased her pussy with his fingers. "Freshly shaven?"

"Yes, Sir. You may want to replace your razor blade before using it."

So damn hot.

He slapped her cunt, hard.

She froze, then a moment later, she pushed her bottom back towards him. "Again," she demanded. "Please, Sir. Again."

She was impossible to resist. Three more times, he gave her what she begged for before dropping his trousers. Looking at her moist pussy, he vigorously fisted his cock then rolled on a condom. He gripped her hips and dragged her backwards to meet his thrust, impaling her heated sheath.

She cried out from obvious shock.

"Wow, Sir!"

He fucked her hard, holding her securely but penetrating deep, making it impossible for her to breathe.

He used her like the sub she said she was. He didn't try to pleasure her, he satisfied himself in her body.

"Oh, Sir, I want to come," she said when he spurted jism into the condom.

"You will have to wait," he said, giving a final thrust to drain the last drop. He pulled out his cock, and helped her to stand.

She faced him as she smoothed her skirt into place.

In another test, he extended the used latex. "Be a good sub and dispose of this and the wrapper."

"My pleasure, Sir."

Her response made him blink. She bent to scoop the wrapper from the floor, then she took the filled latex from him. Without a single word of protest or wrinkling her nose, she went into the small bathroom. A few moments later, he heard the sound of water running in the sink.

He had finished securing his pants when she sashayed into the room. "What are you up to?"

"I want to come, Sir. I figure behaving will help me earn it." She flashed her rear as she grabbed her purse. "Besides, I like it when you lose control and fuck me all wild-like."

"After you." Until this trainee, he'd always been deliberate in how and where he fucked. No one goaded him. But she was getting to him. It was time to turn her over to someone else.

Chapter Eight.

Tension knotted Chelsea's stomach and she picked at her dinner despite the fact the food was fabulous. He'd chosen an upscale seafood restaurant in the foothills with spectacular views of Denver and the plains in the distance. This was not the type of place she frequented. Her budget didn't stretch that far.

Even though they were dining together in a wonderful place, her mind was elsewhere. On some levels, the idea of letting someone else tell her what to do and make decisions for her had rankled. The suggestion that she should serve him in any way had annoyed her. But over the last couple of weeks, things had changed.

She recognised the myriad ways he served her, from wonderful dinners-no parsley in sight-to holding her gently, from opening doors to washing her in the shower. She'd learnt that submission wasn't a one-way street. And the more he required from her, the more he also gave. He made her feel cared for and appreciated. She had certainly not expected that when she'd approached him at the Den.

Before they'd left this evening, she'd loved the way he'd taken her from behind. His possession had been unexpected and powerful. But now her pussy throbbed from his denial.

"Not hungry?" he asked.

"Sorry. I was playing with my food, Sir." She laid her fork on top of her plate. She was looking forward to tomorrow night at the Den and finally sceneing with Master Evan C. But she was going to miss seeing Master Alexander. She realised that she was starting to care for him, deeply. Falling for a trainer was stupidity, she knew, but she hadn't seen it coming.

"Would you like to finish your wine? Or would you like to go?"

She folded her hands together in her lap. "I don't want to rush you, Sir."

He looked at her, his gaze focused on her. He frowned slightly before nodding. "I'd rather get home, as well." He signalled for the check and paid the bill.

"Thank you for dinner, Sir," she said, when he pulled back her chair.

"You have the loveliest manners," he said. "This time I want you to walk in front of me."

It seemed he gave a different order every time they were together. That was part of his plan, she supposed. With a new Dom, she wouldn't know what to expect, and so he prepared her for everything. He was good at what he did.

They waited at the valet stand, and when one of the men opened the door for her, Master Alexander said, "I'll see to the lady."

The valet nodded and accepted his tip. Master Alexander handed her into the SUV and waited while she buckled her seatbelt before closing the door.

"You seem quiet," he observed after he eased into traffic.

"Just trying to concentrate," she said, fabricated.

He shot her a sideways glance.

"I don't want to be a disappointment," she added, hoping that would dissuade him from further questions.