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“
When I walked
away I thought about getting it cut,” she admitted.

“
Why?”

“
It hurt to
look in the mirror or brush my hair. I always thought of you and I
didn’t want to.”

Her admission meant
the world to him. With each word she spoke he had more of a chance of
winning her over.

Jason was a
confident Dom. He understood his sub and he knew Emily completely.
Her submission was a thing of beauty. He loved watching her come
apart, knowing he was the reason for it.

Emily’s
parents had inadvertently given her certain issues, her father’s
infidelity being one of the biggest problems she’d dealt with
growing up. Her mother had taken him back time and time again and
Emily had witnessed the pain it caused her mother.

Shaking his head,
Jason remained silent as he combed her hair.

“
I thought
you’d have found another sub when I left,” she said. Her
voice sounded shaky.

“
There will
never be another sub to me.”

“
You’re
a Dom, Jason. Shouldn’t you be training another submissive?”

“
I know what
you’re trying to do. It’s not going to work. I’m
not your father.”

He held her in place
as she made to move at his words. Jason held her tightly, refusing to
let go.

“
Let go of me,
damn it!”

She fought to get
away. Jason wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Her
nakedness didn’t affect him. In that moment she needed comfort
more than she needed a fuck.

“
Let me go!”

“
When will you
learn I’ll never let you go?”

Still, she continued
to fight. Jason held her close. His hold tightened.

“
They always
go. Men don’t know how to be faithful,” she said. The
amount of hurt in her voice made him sick to his stomach. Her father
had a lot to answer to. Jason intended to prove to her how different
he really was.

“
I’ve
not looked at another woman.”

She shook her head.
Tears spilled onto his arm and he cursed. He hated her tears. Emily
was too damn precious to him.

“
You’re
lying.”

He took hold of her
chin and turned her to face him. Her struggles stopped as she stared
back at him. Her eyes swam with tears. They made her look so lost and
alone. Whenever he was around she’d never be alone.

Chapter
Four

She should stop
talking but she couldn’t. Emily stared into his eyes and felt
the fear that always gripped her when she was with him. Jason was a
good-looking man and a great dominant. The instant she’d caught
his eye all other men had been wasted on her. He captured her
attention and kept it in ways that scared her. She felt a need to
please him all the time. At work, she wanted him to be happy with
her.

Her submission with
regards to him had taken over. Even now as she fought him, her heart
was fighting for her to give in. Jason wasn’t the kind of man
to hurt her.

But you can never
be too careful.

She growled in
frustration at her own inner doubts.

He cupped her face.
“Don’t you
ever
accuse me of lying, sub.” Jason let go of her face and pulled
away. She watched him clamp his legs together and then point at them.
“Get over. You’re getting twenty for your insolence.”

“
You’re
not my Dom anymore,” Emily lied. Jason would always be her Dom.

“
Get over my
knee and accept your punishment.”

She glanced at his
knees and there was a yearning deep inside her. It would be easy to
lie across his knees. Emily wanted to. She wanted to feel the hot
smack of his hand across her butt. The heat of the spank would put
her firmly in her place.

Without realising
it, Emily reached for his hand. She needed something to hold on to to
keep her feet firmly on the ground. Whenever she had choices like
these they made her rooted to the spot.

“
I’ve
got you, Emily. I’ll always have you. I’m here and I’m
not going to make you do anything you don’t want,” Jason
said.

She smiled down at
him. Jason understood her even though he’d ordered her to do
something. She wanted him to punish her for her behaviour. Emily
needed his firm hand to spank her doubts away. Jason would never
physically hurt her. Their relationship was about mixing the pain
with the pleasure.

“
You have to
make a choice now.”

A whimper broke from
her lips. Whenever she had a choice she fucked up. Look what she’d
done to them. She’d walked away from the only man she’d
ever loved.

You’re a
fool, Emily. One big fucking fool.

“
Look at me.”
He caught her chin once again and turned her to look at him. She
stared into his dark brown eyes and a wave of peace settle over her.
He crowded around her. His large muscled body protected her. “You’re
going to have to make a choice. This changes this weekend.”

“
What
changes?” she asked.

“
You change.
You’ve got to make a choice. Either you walk out of that door
and you resign from your job and cut off all contact with me
forever…”

She cried out in
pain at the thought. “Please say there is going to be an ‘or’
in that statement.”

“
Or you get
over my knee and submit. You accept everything I give you and put
those fucking doubts of yours out of your mind.”

Emily stared into
his eyes.

“
I love you,
baby. Mind, body, heart and soul and by the end of this weekend
you’re going to realise how blasted much you mean to me.”

Before she had
chance to speak, Jason slammed his lips down on hers. His tongue
plundered her mouth, making her moan in submission.

He broke away.
“Choose.”

She glanced behind
her at the door and for the first time she saw her life pan out if
she made that choice. All she saw was a lonely road ahead filled with
pain and despair. When she turned back to gaze at Jason she saw so
much more. She saw a future, an uncertain future, but a future filled
with love, passion and everything a woman could dream of.

Jason sat on the
bed. His legs shut, his knees waiting to take her weight for her
punishment.

Licking her lips,
she moved over his knees. Her mind was made up. She’d rather
face a future filled with uncertainty and love than a future filled
with nothing.

She lay across his
knees, her stomach over the length of his lap with her breasts
hanging over the end. Emily held on to his leg and waited. For the
first time since she left him, Emily was safe once again.

His palm ran over
the curve of her ass. She bit her lip to stop herself from begging
him to spank her. The pain of his hand was almost as good as the
pleasure of his tongue. She’d experienced both. There was not a
part of Jason that wasn’t expert in his field.

“
You’ve
made me very proud,” he said. The approval she heard in his
voice made her purr.

“
I really do
want to try.”

His palm landed on
her ass. She yelped at the unexpected smack.

“
You won’t
try, baby. You’ll succeed because I’m not letting you go.
You’re going to realise how important you are to me.”

“
I was scared
of you leaving me.”

Jason smacked her
ass harder this time.

“
Ouch.”

Whack!

“
You’ve
nothing to be scared of. From now on whenever you have any doubts
you’ll come and talk to me, do you understand?”

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
Good.”
He rubbed the areas he’d spanked. “That was not part of
your punishment for defying me. They were for your fears. You have
nothing to fear when you’re with me, understood?”

“
Yes, Sir.”

She loved hearing
the command in his voice. When he was giving out orders there were
times she thought she could climax from the sound of his voice alone.

He continued to rub
her ass. Jason wouldn’t start her punishment until he was
ready. Her pussy burned with excitement. Cream leaked out of her
slit.

Emily waited for
him. The anticipation made her wet for him.

****

Jason smelled her
arousal. From the creamy look of her pussy she was turned on and
ready for him. His heart pounded at how brave she was being. For a
few minutes he thought she was going to walk out that door and never
look back. He took a deep breath and let it out quietly. When he’d
given the ultimatum he’d wished he kept his mouth shut. Emily
wasn’t like other subs. She needed to have a mixture of BDSM
and vanilla. He loved the fact he didn’t always have to be
domineering toward her.

He’d seen
other relationships wither and fall apart when it became a constant
power exchange. Not all relationships fell apart with total power
exchange but it wasn’t the relationship he ever wanted. He felt
there should be an equal balance with both people.

Telling Emily what
to do all day every day held no appeal to him. He loved her for the
woman she was and never wished to change her. The fears and
insecurities were a problem but they could work through them, he was
sure of it.

Her plump arse
called to him. The red of his handprint was fading fast on her
bottom. Soon her ass would be glowing red.

He liked to draw out
her punishment. It made her more excited when he held her in suspense
for what was to come.

“
You’ve
been a very bad sub.” He stroked her hair and the length of her
back with his other hand.

“
I’m
sorry, Sir,” she said.

“
You should be
sorry.”

Jason raised his
palm and brought it down on the flesh of her ass.

She cried out and
the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. He raised his hand
again and did the same with the other cheek. Her fingers dug into his
thigh as she held on.

The bite of her
nails provided his ideal of pain.

Whack!

Pause.

Whack!

Pause.

He carried on until
he’d slapped her ass ten times. With the other ten he didn’t
allow a pause. He rained down blows until she was crying.

When he was done, he
stroked her hair with one hand and her ass with the other. “You’ve
done good. You’ve made me very proud with the way you took your
punishment.” Jason caressed her buttocks with his hand. Her ass
was a glorious shade of red.

Jason stared at her
flesh to make sure he hadn’t hurt her too much. She’d be
marked but not bruised. Her ass would probably hurt to sit down on
for a few days.

“
Thank you,
Sir.” Her words came out breathlessly. Her head rested on his
lap. “I’ve missed being with you, Sir. I’ve missed
this.”

He smiled.

“
Get on the
bed and open your thighs,” he ordered.

She scurried off his
lap and dived on the bed. Emily laid back, legs spread, waiting for
him.

His cock was tight
in the pants he’d worn to open the door for dinner. Jason
walked over to the cart and pulled the lids off each bowl.

There was a dish
filled with the reddest, ripest strawberries he’d ever seen. A
bowl of cream sat with the strawberries. He checked the main meal to
see if they could eat it cold and decided they could. Taking the
bowls of strawberries and cream, he walked over to the bed.

She lay with her
hands above her head. Her gaze followed him where he walked. He loved
her eyes on him.

Jason had missed
their time together and had constant dreams of her filling his bed.
Not a night went by when he didn’t dream of her being in his
arms. The real nightmare happened when he woke up to discover she’d
gone. Then he felt real loneliness when she wasn’t in his arms.