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The
limo deposited her right at the canopy, the driver opened her door, and she
slid across the seat. She pressed the doorbell set into the adobe and swallowed
hard to steady her nerves. When the heavy carved wooden door swung open she
stepped into the oak-paneled reception area on legs suddenly slightly unsteady.

“Good
evening, Miss Johanna.”

Lila,
the greeter, smiled at her.

“We
haven’t had the pleasure of your visits for some time.”

Jo
smoothed her hands down the flimsy material of her dress.

“No,
I’ve been, uh, somewhat busy.”

“Well,
we’re certainly glad you’ve chosen to celebrate your birthday with us. Your
sister has made all the arrangements. I trust you’ll find them to your liking.”

“One
can hope,” she muttered.

“Excuse
me?”

“Nothing.”

Jo
pasted on a smile.

“I’m
ready for the festivities to begin.”

“I’m
positive you’ll enjoy the evening planned for you,” Lila smoothly said. “Let’s
get your purse into a locker.”

She
lifted a hand and beckoned.

“Jason?
Our special guest is here.”

Special guest?
Jo frowned. Exactly how
special
? She
wondered if she’d regret agreeing to this. Her palms dampened and her throat
was suddenly dry. She might have turned and run back out the door, but Jason
gave her a warm smile. Black leather pants and a vest outlined a husky figure
that was solid muscle. His long blond hair was intricately braided with a thin
silver rope and hung down his back nearly to his waist. He was a familiar face
to her, a dungeon master with whom she’d interacted many times.

“Happy birthday, Miss Johanna.”
He grinned at her. “We’re happy
you’re spending it with us here at Fantasy.”

“Thanks,
Jason.” She gave him a weak smile. “I think.”

“Miss
Kira was very specific about tonight’s arrangements.”

He
winked, took her arm, and led her down a short hallway to the room where people
stowed their possessions and clothing before entering the club.

When
Jason reached for her purse she tightly clutched it, overcome with a sudden
urge to turn and make a break for the door. But the tall man placed his hand
over one of hers and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

“I
know you have some reservations because you haven’t been here to play in a long
time,” he told her. “But let me assure you, tonight will fulfill your greatest
fantasies.”

Jo
had plenty of misgivings, considering the man of her fantasies had disappeared
off the face of the earth. Could she actually be with another Dom in a place
where she and Sean had been completely intimate and explored nearly every
aspect of BDSM?

Yes,
you can
.

Kira’s
voice echoed in her brain. Jo deliberately pushed back the doubts as she handed
over her purse and tried to calm her jittery nerves.

“As
you know, Miss Johanna, a major factor in D/s play is the stimulation of the
senses and raising them to their most acute level of response. When one sense
is dampened, the others become even more sensitive.”

“Yes.
But why are you telling me this?”

“Because
one of the things Miss Kira insisted on—and your partner for the evening—was
that you be blindfolded.”

“Oh,
wait. Jason, I don’t know—“

“Trust
us. Trust me.”

He
pulled a square of silk from his pocket and carefully folded it into a long
strip.

“Relax
and prepare to enjoy your evening.”

Well,
she’d made up her mind that tonight would be a new and fresh start for her. No
backing out now.

Jo
tightly clasped her hands together as Jason placed the silk over her eyes. She
was plunged into blackness at once. The rasp of her breathing became magnified.
The whisper of the air conditioning like a tiny breeze on her
skin.

“Come
now.”

Jason
took her hand.

“Your
Master
awaits
.”

She
tightly clutched his hand as he led her from the room. The carpet in the
hallway was soft beneath her heels as he led her further down toward her room
and an adventure. A door opened while a slight pressure of Jason’s hand at the
small of her back made her jump. He pushed her forward until she was inside the
room.

“Your sub, Sir.”

Jason
nudged her forward.

“Thank
you.”

The
hoarse, masculine voice was unfamiliar to Jo. Oh, well. It was probably a Dom
she hadn’t met before but one Kira thought would take care of her properly. Her
sister would never have entrusted her to anyone’s care unless she knew him
well. She had to fasten on to that thought

“I’m
sure we’ll be fine,” he purred.

The
lock on the door clicked into place behind her and she was alone in the room.
But with who?
She shifted from foot to foot and wet her
lips.

 
“Don’t be afraid.” The voice was warm and
reassuring, not unpleasant despite its rasp. “I know what you like and I’m here
to provide it for you. Do you understand?”

Because
he had asked her a question she knew he was giving her implicit permission to
speak.

“You
know what I want? Oh, right. My sister put that all in the
request.?
”

A soft chuckle.

“Just
know that this will be a night you’ll never forget.”

She
heard a sharp, quick intake of breath.

“Your
scent is incredible. You’re already aroused and the sweet aroma makes me very
hard.”

“Thank
you. I’m glad it pleases you,” she tried to control the quaver in her voice.

I
can’t be this nervous. For god’s sake, what am I, a virgin?

 
“Oh, it pleases me a great deal. Now, I’ve
been told your safe word is shamrock. Is that correct?”

She
nodded.

“Does
it have special meaning for you?”

For
a moment, pain lanced through her heart and she had to force it back. She
couldn’t afford to think about Sean tonight. She’d be distracted from what was
meant to be a healing process and throw herself right back into the same knot
of agony she’d been living with every day.

“It
did.
Once.”

He
paused, as if thinking about it.

“Fine,
I don’t intend to change it.”

His
large hands ran over her body, paused to cup her breasts, and tweaked her
nipples. His palms were warm, his fingers long and lean. Little shards of
pleasurable pain surged through her breasts and down to her pussy. His digits
skimmed over her tummy and reached beneath the very short skirt of her dress to
find her pussy.

“Slick,”
he breathed across her cheeks, as his fingers opened her folds.
“Soft and wet.
Have you touched yourself tonight?”

“No,
Sir. The directions my sister gave me forbade me to.”

His
laugh was rusty-sounding, as if he hadn’t used it in a long time. Still, there
was no mistaking the hunger in his tone.

“I’m
going to taste you. Taste your essence. Slide my tongue inside you and coat my
mouth with your juices.”

He
took one of her hands and tugged her forward.

“That
dress turns me on,” he told her, “but I think we need to get rid of it.”

He
slowly drew the fabric over her head, leaving her clad only in her wickedly
high heels.

“Raise
your arms,” he commanded.

When
she did as she was told he took each wrist in turn and snapped a manacle around
the vulnerable skin. When Jo moved her arms she realized the cuffs were
attached to chains that descended from the ceiling. They were long enough to
allow her to stand almost on tiptoe, her entire body strung out like a tension
wire. Heat washed over her at being restrained in a way that always aroused
her. This had been a habit with Sean, who told her it gave him free access to
every part of her body.

“I
understand that this is how you favor punishment sessions with your Master.”

Oh,
yes.
Submitting
completely to Sean’s punishment while strung up and vulnerable always turned
her on. Sometimes she had even pushed him and did something to irritate him to
enhance the intensity of their session. She’d object or speak out of turn. He
always laughed and told her she was a perfect sub, a woman who gave herself
completely to him in all aspects yet never lost that little wild streak inside
her.

Now
the Dom moved behind her and his hard cock brushed against the back of her
thigh.
Skin on skin.
Naked?
He was naked! Oh My God! Her hands itched to touch him, her tongue demanded a
taste of him, and her body wanted to imprint itself on him. She inhaled the
masculine scent that clung to him. There was something vaguely familiar about
him that made the muscles of her cunt clench with hunger and her pulse throb.

His
hands moved over her skin following the curve of her buttock. When he smacked
his hand hard against her ass she jolted with the unexpectedness of his touch.
But the familiar rush of heat flooded her and she wanted more of the pain that
was so arousing to her. It had been so very long.

“Such
a beautiful shade of red,” he murmured. “Let’s see if we can add to it.”

The
next slap was harder than the first, with more of a sharp sting, as were the
others that followed. Her ass was getting warmer and warmer as were her thighs
and her pussy, the fire spread from place to place. The sound of his hand on
her skin grew sharper with each slap.

Her
blood raced and her pulse pounded. When the spankings stopped altogether she
wanted to beg for more, but she knew enough to simply stay there, head tipped
forward. She could smell her arousal so she was sure the Dom could, also. Her
breathing accelerated and heat crawled over her skin.

A
warm hand smoothed over her ass cheeks and slid between her thighs to touch her
pussy. Test the slickness of her core.

“I
feel how much you enjoy that, girl. You’re even wetter than before.”

There
was satisfaction in his voice.

“Yes, Sir.
Thank you.”

“You’re
welcome, girl.”

She
sensed him move to stand in front of her. In a moment he pressed a light kiss
to each
breast .
Light shivers skated over her skin.

“Sweet
girl, your responses are so acute, so intense, I’m thinking you haven’t been
properly punished for a long time, have you?”

“No,
Sir, I haven’t.”

And
she hadn’t realized how much she’d missed it.

“Perhaps
we need to make up for that. I have a nice flogger here begging to kiss your
sweet, sweet ass.”

“Yes,
Sir, that would be very nice.”

Tremors
of anticipation at the flogger’s kiss ran through her body. What she really
wanted was the whip but she knew better than to ask for it.
Especially
with an unknown Dom where the choice of instrument was always his and his
alone.

She
was still imagining the sting of the lash when the first blow of the flogger
fell. She jerked in response. No touching her ass first. No tender caress or
warm-up this time. The full force of his strength rippled behind the blow. And
she welcomed every powerful

maneuver
the coil of lust spiraling up from deep inside her soul. Sean used to tell her
she was a punishment junkie and she was sure he was right. The more severe the
pain, the more aroused she became.

Jo’s
body swayed with each slap of the flogger on her already heated, stinging
flesh. She heard the Dom heavily breathing and wished he would stand close
enough to her so she could sense his cock brushing against her again. But she
stopped thinking as pain consumed her body. She welcomed it, soaked it in, and
embraced it. How had she gone so long without this sweet, dark kiss?

By
the time he finished Jo was riding the edge of orgasm, doing her best to
control it because her Master had not given her permission to come. Every slap
of the flogger, every lightning strike of pain, brought her closer and closer
to the edge. Some Doms liked to prolong the punishment phase, spacing out the
blows so that anticipation upped the arousal.

Jo
had always loved the way Sean moved hard and fast. It was obvious that Kira had
conveyed that information. When he slid two fingers into her pussy again she
clenched her muscles down on them and tried to ride his hand.

He
immediately withdrew and nipped her shoulder.

“I
love an anxious sub,” he told her. “But you know the rules. You come only on my
command.”