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“
I want you to
wear this every time you come over,” he told me. “You'll
put it on outside before you knock on my door, and you'll not be
allowed to take it off without my permission until after you have
left here. This is your collar of consideration. When you begin
training, I'll give you a different collar. Also, when you begin
training, I'll give you a collar to start wearing in public. Don't
worry, it's nothing that would be noticeable by the untrained eye.
Public collars look a lot more like jewelry than anything else.”

The idea of wearing
a collar in public was odd to me. I hoped it would be a simple chain
or a necklace. Anything else would just look strange.

“
From this
point on, you will obey my every word,” Damien continued. “You
will follow the list of rules I have given you. Failure to do so will
result in punishment. Do you understand?”

“
Yes.” I
nodded.

“
Yes, Sir,”
he corrected me. “I will not tell you again. The next time, you
will be punished.”

“
Yes, Sir,”
I replied, feeling like my intestines were a nest of snakes
slithering around in nervous discontent.

“
Tonight, I
figured we would take things easy.” He went to sit in a chair
in the corner of the room, admiring me from afar. “Let's play a
little game. I'm going to ask you a question, and for every answer
you get wrong, you'll have to remove an item of clothing.”

This sounded like
fun. “What about for every answer I get right?”
Hopefully
you'll have to take off an item of clothing.

“
For
every answer you get right, you can take pride in knowing you pleased
me.”

“
That's
not a very fun reward.”

“
It
should be. It will be, in time.”

I thought about that
for a moment. It did please me to know I made him happy. Still, I
wanted more. I was a greedy girl with a greedy body. No reward would
have been greater than his embrace, to feel the heat of his sex
tunneling into me, filling me and making us one.

“
As
you say, Sir,” I replied finally.

“
Good.
Now, do you remember my rules?”

“
Yes.”
I winced at my mistake. “Yes, Sir.”

Damien smirked. “It
will take some getting used to. As long as you correct yourself
directly after a slip-up, I won't punish you.”

“
Thank
you, Sir,” I sighed in relief.

“
Alright.
Let's get started. What's rule number one?”

My body tensed. Rule
number one? I thought he was going to ask me questions about the
rules, not which rule went to which number.
Oh crap.
I had
already set myself up for failure. He had never told me I had to
memorize them. Then again, I suppose that went without saying.

The snakes twisted
in my stomach as I said, “Sir, I don't remember the rules in
numbered order.”

He frowned. “Take
off an item of clothing.”

I removed one of my
heels.

“
Both
of them,” he ordered. “Shoes are bought in pairs, are
they not?”

“
Yes,
Sir.” Off the other shoe came.

“
From
now on, Cheyenne, remember that if I give you any type of paperwork,
you are expected to memorize it fully.”

“
Yes,
Sir.”

“
So,
you don't remember the rules by order, but you do remember the
rules?”

I wasn't so sure
anymore. “Yes, Sir,” I replied.

“
Name
the first one that comes to mind.”

“
I
must tell you before I am about to orgasm so you can decide whether
or not to allow it.” If there was any rule I would never
forget, it was that one. It was so sensual, and I had already broken
it twice.

“
Good.
If I speak to you, what must you do?”

“
Answer
you without hesitation.”

“
And
with utmost honesty.” He paused for a moment, thinking, “When
can you enter a room?”

“
Only
if you are not in the room.”

“
And
what if I am in the room?”

“
Then
I must request permission before entering.”

“
Good.
List the things you must do around company.”

This question was a
bit harder. There were a few rules about being around people, if I
remembered correctly.

I hesitated before
answering, “When around company, I must not speak without your
permission except to tell whoever is speaking to me that they must
ask you first. If I am serving, I must always serve you first. And I
think there's something else. . .”

I glanced up at
Damien, but his expression was unwavering. He didn't look pleased or
discontent, offering no hint as to whether I was getting the answer
right or not.

“
Is
that all?” he asked.

My mind raced with
momentary panic. If he was asking, then that couldn't possibly be
all. No matter how I tried though, I couldn't remember the rest. I'd
read so much paperwork lately, it was hard to recall what had been in
his rules and what had been in the extensively long contract.

“
I
think the other one was that you're the most important person in the
room?” I cowered, though I wasn't sure why. It wasn't like he
was going to hit me. Worst-case scenario, I would lose another
garment.

“
Take
off an item of clothing,” he told me.

“
What
did I miss?” I asked as I began unbuttoning my blouse.

“
Rule
number nine. I will never disrespect my Master, whether in a public
or private setting, whether he is present or absent.”

That didn't seem
very fair. Rule number nine didn't specifically mention being with
others. I didn't bother complaining though. His game; his rules.

“
You've
retained more than I expected. I'm impressed,” he said.

“
Thank
you, Sir.”

“
But
I'm getting bored with this game. Undress the rest of the way.”

I wasn't sure if I
should be excited or offended. On one hand, he was totally cheating.
According to the rules, since I had answered the questions correctly,
I should be allowed to keep my clothing on. Plus, his sudden boredom
implied that he had expected me to fail, which was a rather rude
assumption. On the other hand, if he wanted me to get naked, then
that meant it was time to play, and I did so want to play with him.

Obediently, I shed
the rest of my clothing.

“
Lay
in the middle of the bed,” Damien instructed as he stood to
approach me.

I did as I was told,
centering myself on the bed so that I was laying straight down the
middle. He climbed up onto the side of the bed, took both pillows,
and then made me lift my hips, so he could shove the pillows under my
butt. With the pillows in place, I was laying in an awkward position,
with my back arched at an uncomfortable angle.

Damien crawled
between my legs, grabbed them beneath the knees, and hoisted them
over his shoulders, pulling me closer to him. I suppressed a squeal
of amused excitement, wondering what he was planning next. When he
straightened himself and loosened his grip, my legs threatened to
fall off his shoulders, dragging his shirt with them.

“
This
isn't going to work,” he said, gently allowing my legs to fall
to the sides before grabbing his T-shirt and pulling it over his
head.

My mouth salivated
at the sight of him shirtless, that fit body I desired so much. His
skin was pale, contrasting with the manicured hair that covered his
chest and stomach. I couldn't help but wonder how fuzzy he'd be if he
let the hair grow out, but honestly hoped I'd never know. Body hair
was not a turn-on for me. The only thing that made it bearable on
Damien Reed was everything else I loved about him, which was
literally everything. I could handle this one flaw, if you would even
call it that.

With the shirt
tossed to the side, Damien grabbed my legs again, pulling them back
over his shoulders. “We're going to practice orgasm control,”
he told me. “Or rather, you're going to practice orgasm
control. I can't hope for you to follow my rules if you go off
without warning all the time.”

“
Orgasm
control doesn't sound like much fun.” I pouted.

“
It
can be a lot of fun. Don't you like the idea of sustaining your
pleasure?”

When he put it like
that, it didn't sound bad at all. Still, the whole point of going to
the edge was to fall over. I wasn't sure my body could handle the
frustration of holding back.

“
When
you first feel your orgasm coming on, I want you to tell me,”
he said. “Do you understand?”

“
Yes,
Sir.” I tried to nod, but it was a bit difficult since my chin
was already so close to my chest from the scrunched up position.

“
Good.
If you fire off early, you won't get your reward.”

Reward? It was a
word I was quickly beginning to enjoy. Hopefully, this time, my
reward would involve a certain part of him going into a certain part
of me, and I wasn't thinking about fingers or his tongue.

Damien wrapped his
arms around my hips, giving me one last tug so my ass was practically
up in the air before his mouth began to descend between my legs. I
shivered when his first warm breath wafted across my slit. He buried
his mouth between my thighs, eliciting a groan from me as his tongue
plunged inside, wiggling back and forth to taste my wanton pussy. A
blush spread across my cheeks from the vulgarity of the position,
thinking about how it looked like he was feasting on my female parts.

After drinking my
initial wetness, Damien withdrew, moving up to tease my clit by
flicking his tongue across it. Each tiny movement brought on a
throbbing that meant my orgasm was already well on its way to the
surface.
Should I tell him? Or should I let it play out? It feels
so good, but I don't want to disappoint him again.

“
Stop,”
I said suddenly, even though I was nowhere near my limit. Better to
be safe than sorry.

Damien's mouth made
a wet noise as he pulled away, my moistness leaving a sheen across
his lips. He licked them, and my body tingled in response. The look
in his eyes was enough to set me on fire, the want in them.

“
You're
too easy.” He grinned.

“
Oh,
shut it . . . Sir.” I smirked, hoping he could handle a joke.
Thankfully, he didn't seem to mind my playful demeanor.

Before I had time to
ask how long he planned on torturing me, my mouth became an O from
the contact of his mouth on my feminine parts. His tongue went
straight for my clit, picking up where it left off with a nice deep
massage that caused the sensitive nerve endings to throb with desire
almost the instant he touched them. Perhaps he was right. Maybe my
body was too lustful. Already, I could feel the climb happening, and
he hadn't even been between my legs for more than two seconds.

“
Stop,”
I breathed out again, now feeling more embarrassed than anything
else.

He sat up and looked
at me, waiting a moment for my pleasure to subside before diving in
again. This time, he moved down to tongue my hole. Though it felt
good, my resistance was a lot better with him away from my clit. I
moaned, thinking of how hot his mouth was, how soothing his tongue
felt, and how I yearned for other parts of him inside of me.

Then Damien's mouth
began to move again, licking downward towards my no-zone. His tongue
flicked across my taint, and I held my breath, waiting for it to go
back where it belonged. It didn't though. Instead, his tongue kept
moving backward, crossing the short distance between my pussy and
asshole.

My entire body
tensed, and I quickly and firmly told him, “Stop.”