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“I would love to,” she told him, running her fingers through his hair.
“What you showed me last night was… incredible. I want more of that.”

“What I’ve shown you is only the beginning,” he told her with a wicked
grin. “There is plenty left for me to teach you as your Master.”

“I am more than willing to stick around and be your student,” she told
him with a grin of her own.

“I am glad to hear it. Do you have time for another lesson?”

“Always.”

He wrapped his arms around her, and she kissed him.

Several
months later…

Katherine gasped at the shock of cold as Mark fastened a pair of
clamps, made icy from the freezer, to her protruding nipples. She was on her
knees in front of the fireplace in his living room, and the heat from the
roaring fire in the hearth against her naked body only made the contrast that
much sharper. Her hands were bound behind her back, a blindfold around her
head, so that she was forced to rely purely on sound and sensation.

She could feel a very slight displacement of air around her as her
Master walked a slow circle around her; she knelt at attention, her body stiff
as a bow as she waited in anticipation. He’d not told her his plans when he’d
walked through the door that evening, but she knew he was in a mood; he’d had
to fire an employee today for directly going against his orders and screwing up
a multi-million dollar deal. At the end of the day he’d sent her back to his
mansion ahead of him and told her to be naked and waiting for him on the hearth
rug in his bedroom.

When he’d walked through the double doors of his bedroom, a slight
shiver had gone down her spine at the dangerous glint in his eye. He’d started
up the fire, fixed the blindfold on her eyes and told her not to say a single
word. She knew that he expected, no, needed, complete obedience from her
tonight after having to deal with the man who had so blatantly flaunted
disregard for his authority.

Still, he hadn’t said she couldn’t make any sound, and so she cried out
freely when she felt the sting of a riding crop against her bottom. Holding
herself rigid, she tilted her head to the ceiling as she took the flogging,
savoring each sting, each crack that snapped through the air. In her mind’s eye
she imagined the welts that were rising on her smooth, creamy skin, and her
breath grew sharper, faster. She always traced the markings lovingly afterward;
they were a gift, as far as she was concerned.

It hadn’t always been this way, she reflected briefly even as her body
sang with the pleasure/pain. In the beginning she’d been nervous, even against
the idea of letting Mark inflict pain on her. But these past few weeks he’d
shown her just how good it could be.

“Very good, Katherine,” he said, his deep voice like a physical caress
along her spine. She whimpered when he tugged on the nipple clamps, sending
twin lances of pleasure and pain through the front of her. Wetness dribbled
down the inside of her left thigh; her pussy ached so badly it was all she
could do not to beg him for release. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”

There was a slight rustling behind her, followed by a tiny crack, and
then she gasped when she felt the wet, icy shock of an ice cube pressed directly
between her shoulder blades. He slid it slowly, torturously down the curve of
her spine, lingering at the small of her back. She bit her lip when the ice
came in contact with the welts, as he traced the shrinking cube along each
line. Once he followed the trail of ice with his hot tongue, eliciting a
surprised moan of pleasure from her.

“You’re so hot,” he murmured against her skin. “You’re burning up my
ice.”

She heard another small crack that she recognized as the sound of an
ice cube being removed from a tray, and tensed, expecting the cold against her
bottom again. Instead she felt hot, muscled flesh; strong arms banding around
her as she was pulled against her Master’s chest. The hairs on his chest teased
her bare skin, and she smiled slightly as his hard cock rubbed lightly between
the globes of her ass. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she offered
her neck, but he only nuzzled briefly.

“You’re so ready,” he whispered against her ear. “But there’s more.
Much more.”

He pressed the ice cube against her clit, and she screamed. The chuckle
vibrating against her ear was low and dangerous, and he dug strong fingers into
her hip to keep her from bucking as he continued to torture her, sliding the
ice cube against her folds, mingling the icy burn of the melting water with her
juices. When he slid a finger inside her pussy, her entire body trembled as she
clenched around him. It only took a second finger and two quick thrusts before
she came, barely managing to hold back his name on her lips as she screamed her
pleasure.

There was no time for her to recover; he pushed her legs open and
slammed his cock into her while she was still riding the waves of the orgasm.
Her thigh muscles quivered as she took it; with her hands bound, she had
nothing else for leverage. She came twice before he pushed forward onto the
ground and spewed his seed all over her back, her name on his lips the sweetest
thing she’d ever heard. She lay there for a long moment, listening to the
crackle of the fire and the sound of their breathing, then let out a quiet sigh
when he undid her bonds and her blindfold.

“Come,” he commanded as he pulled her to her feet. “Let’s take a bath.”

*

In the morning, she cracked open an eye and rolled over, her muscles
loose and limber from the massage he’d given her last night. The welts still
smarted, but she relished the pain; it was a constant reminder of her sexual
growth, of her good fortune that a man like him would take it upon himself to
teach a woman like her.

Mark was up already, standing buck-naked in front of his wardrobe as he
decided what to wear. The early morning light glinted off his black hair, which
she knew from running her fingers through it was thick and wavy and sinful.
Definition was carved into every muscle of his powerfully built body; his broad
back flexed as he rifled through his shirts, his ass and thigh muscles rippled
as he shoved his legs through a pair of slacks that cost more than she made in
six months. It always made her incredibly hot at work to know that he wore
nothing beneath them.

He turned, then, and his eyes, the color of black coffee, met hers with
that intensity that always took her breath away. A lazy, predatory smile curved
his lips as he strolled toward her with that slow, rolling gait that made her
think of a panther prowling his domain. The bed creaked under his weight as he
settled on the edge of the bed, his big hand cupping the side of her face.

“You sleep in too late,” he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips
gently against hers.

“You get up too early,” she countered sleepily, but she stretched her
arms overhead as she sat up, letting the sheet fall to her waist. Mark’s eyes
latched hungrily onto her nipples, which were pinker and slightly enlarged from
last night’s activities. Lowering his head, he tongued one of them, and she
sucked in a sharp breath—they were still sore.

“We can’t afford to be late today,” he said with a regretful sigh as he
pulled back. “Ride with me this morning. We have things to discuss.”

Puzzled, Katherine showered and dressed quickly, then grabbed a bagel
and some fruit from the kitchen before sliding into the passenger’s seat of
Mark’s silver Mercedes. He was silent for several minutes, and she took the
opportunity to eat her bagel. She was licking crumbs off her fingers when he
finally spoke.

“I imagine that you haven’t bothered to check, but you have vacation
time coming up next week.”

“I do?” Katherine frowned as she pulled out her organizer and flipped
through the book. “Oh. Yes, you’re right. Do you need me to postpone it?”

“That would be against company policy,” he said dryly, “and I’ve
already broken more than once company policy with you.”

Katherine only grinned. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to take a
vacation then. Although now I need to figure out where I’m going to go.”

“Actually, I was hoping you might stay.”

Katherine blinked. “But I thought you said I had to take a vacation?”

“You do. But that doesn’t mean you have to leave.”

“What would I do here?” she asked, frowning. “I know that right now you
can’t afford to take time off yourself, so it’s not as if you would be with
me.”

He smiled. “I was thinking it would be the perfect time to try out a
contract.”

“A contract?”

The smile turned wicked. “It’s an agreement between a Master and a
Slave, in which the Slave freely gives herself in every aspect to her Master.
It would be a very specific contract, outlining exactly what is expected of
both parties, and for how long, but basically for a week you would be mine to
do whatever I choose with, and completely devoted to my pleasure.”

The car was silent for a moment as Katherine thought, though she
wondered briefly whether or not Mark could hear the pounding of her pulse,
which had skyrocketed. This contract thing sounded like a big step. As it was,
even though she obeyed Mark in all things within the confines of the bedroom
(or the office, or the closet, or wherever they might be when he decided he
wanted her), she was still allowed to be herself in all other ways. But if she
agreed to this, she would have to acquiesce to every whim and desire of his for
an entire week. Her life would be not her own, but his.

“It will change your life, Katherine,” Mark said softly, “but I don’t
think you’ll regret it in the least. Unless you don’t trust me as your Master?”

“Oh, but I do,” she said quickly, not wanting him to think otherwise.
And because it was true, she chided herself for her fears. Mark had never given
her reason not to trust him; he had been patient with her, teaching her and
giving her guidance as she explored her new role as a submissive.

“Good. We’ll draw up the contract tonight, then.”

*

The rest of the week was filled with the torture of anticipation.
Katherine and Mark sat down and drew up the contract, which was scheduled to
start on Saturday, and end the following Sunday. She still couldn’t quite
believe she’d done it; had signed her name on the bottom of a piece of paper
that stated she willingly gave her body and mind to Mark for eight days, to do
with whatever he liked. Her hands trembled a little whenever she thought of it;
not only could he use her body whenever and wherever he pleased, but she had
also given him permission to let others use her as well, as long as they did
not go beyond certain limits. He’d never introduced the idea to her before, and
she wasn’t at all certain what to expect.

When she awoke on Saturday morning, she found herself alone in Mark’s
big bed. Sitting up, she saw a package waiting for her at the foot of the bed
with an envelope sitting atop it. Carefully, she slit open the envelope and
read the letter, then opened the box. Inside was a studded leather collar,
wrist restraints, a sheer black teddy, and a clip-on vibrator, all of which she
was expected to wear at all times when Mark was in the house.

Rising, she showered and changed into her new slave outfit, then went
downstairs to the breakfast room. Mark was already seated at the table, which
was laden with eggs, bacon, pancakes and other mouthwatering breakfast foods.
He lowered the newspaper and met her eyes with a smile.

“Good morning, Katherine.”

“Good morning, Master.” She sat down not at the chair opposite him, but
at his feet, kneeling obediently. The tile was cool beneath her knees, and Mark
took his time, lingering over his newspaper, but she did not complain. Finally
she heard the clatter of cutlery and ceramic, and a plate was handed down to
her.

“Please sit,” he told her.

They ate in silence; the only sound the scraping of cutlery against
plates. Then suddenly, Mark seized her by the hair and pulled her underneath the
table. His pants were unfastened, his cock standing at attention. Katherine
didn’t say a word; she wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft and took
him into her mouth. His hair remained wrapped around his fist as she
deep-throated him, and he fucked her mouth hard, nearly gagging her. When he
came she swallowed it all, then as soon as he released her she pushed back and
gasped for air.

“Breakfast is over. You may get up.”

Slowly, Katherine crawled out from underneath the table, and then
straightened. She clasped her hands in front of her and waited for her Master’s
next command.

“Go to the living room and sit on the sofa. Wait for me there.”

She did as he asked, perching on the edge of the cushions. She debated
turning on the television as he hadn’t said she couldn’t, but she didn’t want
to push her boundaries so she left the remote on the coffee table untouched.
Her fingers twined together in her lap as she wondered what he had planned.

A few moments later he strolled in and joined her on the couch.
Scooping up the remote, he turned the television on and flipped to a rugby
match. Katherine frowned a little, but said nothing as he wrapped an arm around
her and drew her up against him. They sat in silence watching the match for
nearly twenty minutes, her frustration growing with each passing second. Here
she was, sitting in skimpy lingerie, at his beck and call, and he was watching
TV?

“Go and get me some popcorn,” he commanded, his eyes still following
the match.

Katherine fought to keep her voice modulated. “Yes, Master.”

She was halfway to the kitchen when the vibrator between her legs came
to life, shooting debilitating need through her. “I expect you back here in
seven minutes,” he called from the living room as she bit back a moan. Bracing
a hand on the wall, she forced herself into the kitchen even though her legs
wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor. Her hands trembled as she pushed the
buttons on the microwave, and she had to enter the time in twice.