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necessarily for him. "Come for me, Lara. I want to watch you come."

Her eyes popped wide, and she started to pant. Seconds later she threw her

head back and her cry of pleasure echoed through the room.

"Again," he told her. "Come as many times as Jan can make you, but you are not allowed to move from that position."

Lara's cheeks flushed, her bright eyes meeting his as she moaned and

another orgasm hit. If it weren't for the faint pleading look in her gaze, he'd

take her stare as a challenge. But her challenges weren't as bold as that.

No, she wouldn't challenge him directly after agreeing to give being

submissive a try. Lara was too proud for that. The pleading was for him; he

could sense that it was starting to happen. The orgasms were good, but that

look told him she wanted him, and he needed that.

She probably didn't even know she
was
challenging him.

Karl knew it though. He knew better than to let a sub touch him without

invitation during a scene. First he'd forgotten about Jan, then he'd let Lara

touch his leg, grip his leg. Sure, she was eager, but she was greedy too.

Damn it, he
knew
that. Her actions demanded he get tougher on them both.

That he not only control her, but himself also.

It was a first.

Jan was the first to recover when Karl called a halt to the playing. She came

out from behind Lara, who collapsed on the bed after coming more times

than he could count, with a dreamy smile on her face.

Pride filled his chest as he got up and walked over to the bed. They'd both

done very well tonight.

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First he checked on Lara, whose eyes cracked open when he brushed back

her hair to see her face. Her pupils were fine and her breathing was deep

and falling into a regular pattern. He pressed a kiss to her damp temple.

"Sleep for a little bit, sugar. I won't leave you."

Lara's eyes drifted shut, and he leaned over Jan, who had curled up on the

bed next to them. Using a towel he'd taken from the stack in the room's

private bath moments before he called the stop in play, he wiped her face

clean, stroked her hair and kissed her gently. "You're such a good sub,

sweetie. Did you enjoy yourself tonight?"

Jan's lids fluttered open and she smiled at him. "Yes, Master. Very much."

"You know you're very special to me, don't you, Jan?"

"Yes, Master."

Warmth filled him and he made sure she saw it in his expression. "This will

be our last time together for a little while."

Jan nodded slowly, understanding clear in her gaze. "She's special isn't

she?"

"Yes, I think she is. But she needs a lot of training and all of my attention for now."

"Yes, Master."

Karl began to undo Jan's ropes, the silence between them both comfortable

and poignant. When the ropes were all removed, he settled on the bed, a

hand on each naked woman as they dozed lightly, content with his decision.

About fifteen minutes later, Jan stirred and rose from the bed.

After quietly dressing, she leaned down and kissed Karl goodnight. "If she

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needs someone to talk to, you can give her my email," she whispered. "Good

luck. You deserve to find
the one
."

The door opening and closing as Jan exited the room was not loud, but it was

enough to wake Lara up.

"Hey, sugar," he greeted her when she focused her heavy-lidded gaze on

him. "Ready to get cleaned up?"

Lara hummed her compliance and he stood, holding his hand out to her. He

led her to the private washroom and had her stand by while he turned the

shower on. A few quick twists on the knobs and he had the temperature right.

He unzipped Lara's boots and helped her ease her feet out.

"I can walk," she protested when he picked her up to put her into the shower.

"I know," he replied. "But I want to do this. And what I want goes."

He knew he was taking the after care a little far for the relatively simple scene

they'd just had, but he couldn't stop himself. The need to take care of her, to

cuddle and touch and clean and pamper, was too strong.

After a very brief inner struggle, he ditched his jeans and climbed into the

shower with her.

"Oh, yes," Lara murmured, running her hands over his chest, then reaching

for his semi-hard cock.

"No, Lara," he said sternly. "This isn't play time. Let's clean you up, baby."

Irritation flashed across her expressive face, and he waited, but she kept

silent. When it was clear she wasn't going to speak, he smiled and kissed her

forehead. "Good girl."

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He soaped up his hands and skimmed them over her body. Cupping her

breasts and making her spread her legs so he could wash her pussy and

inner thighs.

A small whimper sounded when he stroked across her clit and he crooned to

her. "I know, baby. You're very sensitive now, aren't you?"

Like a needy little girl, she curled up against his chest and his heart skipped a

beat.

She was the perfect fit.

The water streamed over them for another minute before Karl shut the taps

off, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her to the bed. The sensual haze was

fading from her eyes and she was watching him silently as he toweled off

and got dressed again.

He picked up her dress, and held it out to her, watching carefully as she

silently put it on. He set her boots down in front of her and quickly put his toys

away.

"C'mon, sugar. Let's go home."

He put his arm around her shoulders and led her through the short maze of

hallways above the club, until they exited the building at street level. His

truck was five feet away and he helped her in, buckled her up, and was

behind the wheel before she spoke.

"So," she said. "How'd I do?"

He glanced at her quickly, pleased to see her eyes were alert and awake,

even though she was relaxed back against the seat while she watched him

drive. He grabbed her hand and put it on his thigh with a small squeeze. "You

did great."

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A comfortable silence fell, and Karl tried desperately to ignore the way Lara's

thumb rubbed tiny circles on his thigh. His hard-on had finally gone down and

she had his balls tightening all over again.

But there was no way he'd tell her to stop. Not then.

He pulled up to the curb in front of her house and turned the truck off, but

before he could climb out of his seat, Lara's hand squeezed his thigh. "You

stay here, Sexy. I can make it in on my own."

He froze and turned to look at her. "I will walk you to the door and make sure

you are home safe."

Her eyes widened and he saw her walls quickly rebuilding in her mind. "Sure,

okay," she said with a shrug.

He climbed out of the truck and walked around to her door. The night was

dark, the neighborhood quiet, and all he heard was the blood rushing

through his head. Did she have to start testing him again already?

He helped her down from the truck, grabbed her hand, and led the way to the

separate entrance at the rear of the house for her basement suite.

His cock was rising fast, and the need to pin her to the wall and show her

who was in charge was one he would not deny. The second Lara pushed

open the door he moved.

He had her pinned to the wall with his body pressed full length against her. "I

am the one in charge, Lara. Not you." He pressed his forehead to hers and

stared into her eyes, willing her to accept his words—his will. "If I want to

walk you to the door, I will. If I want to spank your ass, I will. If I want you to

bend over and take it up the ass, you will. Do you understand?"

Blue fire lit up her eyes at his words, and her breath rushed out in pants.

"Yes, Sir."

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"Say it."

"You're in charge."

She said the words, her excitement visible in the rapid pulse at her throat and

way her body strained against his, but there was still a defiant spark in her

eyes.

Karl slammed his mouth down on hers, parting her lips and thrusting his

tongue in deep. He ground his hard-on against her sensitive pussy until her

hands were clutching at him, her leg lifting to wrap around his hips, her

whimpering cries filling his mouth.

Then he pulled back. He sucked on her full bottom lip for a second and then

scraped his teeth over it. "Sweet dreams, my girl."

And he left, closing the door behind him and leaving her propped against the

wall. He should've told her she couldn't masturbate without his permission,

but he forgot.

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S
he couldn't sleep. The crisp cool sheets rubbed against her

sensitized skin with every breath, and her mind would not shut down.

It still amazed her that Karl hadn't fucked her. Sure, she'd had a good time

with orgasms galore, so many that she'd lost count, and passed out as soon

he'd called a stop to Jan's attentions. The woman really knew how to eat

pussy, her tongue piercing adding a certain edge to the experience—but it

hadn't been a cock.

That was the problem with women for lovers. After living with her father and

dealing with his drunken friends all the time, her opinion of men hadn't been

very good. It had been so bad that she'd thought she was a lesbian. She'd

wanted
to be a lesbian…but it hadn't worked out that way.

The gentle touch of a woman was pleasant, and she'd yet to meet a man who

could eat pussy as well as another woman, but Lara loved cock.

She loved the weight of a man on top of her, the feel of him touching,

rubbing, and inside her. How sick was it that she'd suffered her dad's friends'

creepy stares and sneaky touches until one of them had gone too far and

she'd finally fought back—yet the thing that turned her on the most was the

feeling of a man's body invading hers? Or having him in control of her body,

and God, that orgasm-on-command thing! She'd never been an easy O, but

when Karl told her to come, her body clenched and shuddered with

sensation.

He invaded her senses without even touching her.

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There were times when just the tone of his voice made her cream her

panties, his scent, the piercing gaze…he seeped into her from every

direction whenever she was close to him. He made her forget that it was just

physical. He got into her head and used it to pleasure her body.

He hadn't even touched her when they were in that private room. She'd

touched herself, while he watched. He used a riding crop to touch her, and,

ohh, it had felt good. The sharp stinging snaps of pleasure had zinged from

her nipples to her sex, and from her sex to every nerve in her body.

That
had been an all-new experience for her. One she'd thoroughly enjoyed.

The role-playing had been intense, and the tender care afterward had

been…unique.

Diluted arrows of pleasure zipped from her nipples when she flopped onto

her stomach and they scraped against the sheet. A smile curved her lips and

she buried her face into the pillow. She was okay with him having control of

her body when he made it feel so damn good.

* * *

L
ara's eyes popped open and she sat bolt upright in bed. A quick

glance at the clock told her she'd slept through her alarm and was late for

work. Adrenaline flooded her system and she jumped from the bed.

Since she'd been so deliciously washed the night before, she didn't bother to

shower. Mind in total lockdown, and an untoasted strawberry Pop Tart

clenched between her teeth, she locked the door behind her and made the

dash for her car.

Graham, dressed in a lime green shirt that was so bright it hurt her eyes, yet

somehow managed to look good on him, was just climbing into his silver

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Mitsubishi and he slapped her ass as she jogged past. "Late night, Lara?" he called out with a smirk.

Lara ignored him and kept moving around her car only to stop dead in her

tracks. "Fuckin' bitch!"

"Hey!" Graham cried out. "I was just teasing."

She threw her hands up in the air and glared at him. "Not you. This! Did you

see this?" She pointed at the tires on her car.

Both tires on the driver's side were completely flat. The rear tire had a jagged

slash in it, and the front tire had a big black knife handle sticking out of it. Her

phone was already in her hand when she realized she'd been about to call

Karl. Why the hell would she call him?

She clipped the phone back on her hip, and then bent down to pull the knife

out only to have Graham snatch at her hands. "No! Don't touch it. The police

will want to see it."

"The police?"

"Well, yeah." He stared at her. "This wasn't an accident, honey. You need to call the cops."

"Now?" Then she'd have to wait around for them. "I don't have time for this, Graham, I'm going to be late for work."

"What's going on?"

Peter was padding down the driveway, barefoot, with a steaming mug of

coffee in hand. Lara's mouth watered.