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  Raven scampered toward the well-worn piece of wood, thrusting her body over the smooth surface. She darted a glance in my direction, her expression pensive as fuck.

  Well, hell, this wasn’t as much fun as I’d intended the evening to be. Still, my cock remained in need, so this half hour bought and paid for with several crisp hundred dollars bills would continue.

  I only secured her wrists, making certain the two inch strip of leather was buckled, a chain nestled in between. She was going nowhere unless I allowed it. The thought, as always, allowed me to fall into what I called ‘the zone’. Submissives would call the complex set of emotions subspace, a condition where the mind was at peace, even floating. Dominating a woman offered no sense of peace for me, only an influx of raw euphoria. I could tell she was struggling to watch what I would select as an implement of choice as I walked toward the rather beaten up metal cabinet. I’d seen better quality, less dented furniture in the backs of auto body repair shops in the seedier sections of New Jersey. Yeah, I was smiling at that point. A trashy place for a sadistic act.

  I had to admit, I was surprised at the number and quality of implements hanging inside. Someone knew their whips and canes, having purchased new tools. Even the scent of unblemished leather was intoxicating. If only I had this kind of collection. My thoughts were yanked back to the past, to the playroom I cherished, the expensive tools I’d amassed. Everything I owned I’d hand selected, scouring through internet sites, frequenting exotic galleries catering to various fetishes. Karma must indeed be a woman because the very first time I had the opportunity to use a single implement, all hell had broken loose.

  I fingered the selection of whips before deciding on an impressive looking quirt. I’d seen various styles but this one had the mark of an actual horse whip. The thought alone was enough to make my mouth water. Surprises could be found everywhere. My decision made, I walked toward the lovely Raven, realizing for the first time what she must think of me. Long hair. Long beard. Unkempt look. This was my mask and one I wore like a badge of honor. I was the mystery man on top of the mountain, the kind of man nightmares were created from.

  My hand was shaking, adrenaline fighting with whatever control I had left, which was slipping away. The moment I was in position, I raised my arm, snapping my wrist.

  Crack!

  The single hard strike sliced across both ass cheeks, a mark forming almost immediately. My heart was racing as desire continued to build.

  “Oh!” she yelped as she jerked up, rattling the chain attaching the manacles.

  Pop! Slap!

  Electric jolts coursed through every cell in my body. I was suddenly alive, energized by the actions.

  Smack! Crack!

  “Oh. Oh!”

  Even the sounds of her cries were like music to my ears.

  Whack! Slap!

  “You’re doing very well,” I muttered for no particular reason. Rubbing her ass cheeks, the way she was marked would remain for only a few days. The practice had changed my technique, my stamina.

  Pop! Smack!

  I moved into a perfect rhythm. Two strikes then wait. Two more cracks then wait. Every muscle was tense, my calves almost to the cramping point. Beads of sweat were trickling down both sides of my face and no matter how furiously I wiped them away, they continued to fall.

  Crack! Whack!

  “Oh, shit!” Raven wiggled, her moans louder.

  “Two more.”

  “Damn. Damn. Hurts like a motherfucker.”

  Something snapped in my mind, obliterating the rush, the core of energy. The excitement was gone at this point. I required her absolute submission. Raven wasn’t the kind of woman who would ever understand a dominant’s rules. Spots formed in front of my eyes as the frustration grew, creating a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. I refused to allow the anger to surface. This woman wasn’t to blame. No. I could maintain. I would stay calm.

  Pop! Crack!

  I brushed my hand through my hair, realizing my entire left arm was shaking. The whipping did nothing for me. I would need more and that wasn’t going to happen. Not with this woman. After dropping the implement, I unfastened my belt and pants, unzipping, yet my thoughts were all over the place. I was usually able to concentrate but this entire experience was leaving me with a bad taste in my mouth. Was it possible I’d grown out of the need? The question was one to ponder over a tall glass of bourbon. Even my cock was barely throbbing, only mildly excited about fucking the girl.

  I’d never had problems with getting hard, although every experience to date had been after spanking or whipping whatever girl was the choice for the evening. Going as far back as I could remember, my dominant, or, what most would say, sadistic requirements were prevalent. I’d learned everything I knew from my father. He was the most sadistic man I’d ever met. Powerful and ruthless, he tore apart his opponents without care or a second thought. Zachary Reynolds had bought into his own bullshit, even bringing me into the fold, coercing me into running the family operation. However, there’d been hidden caveats, ones I hadn’t learned until it had been too late. And I used to hate him. Now? Perhaps I’d begun to admire the man for all his accomplishments and his lack of caring. The thought alone was enough to keep my dick limp.

  Raven moaned again, only this time the sound was much more the whimpers of a woman anticipating what was to come.

  If only my cock would agree. I was no stranger to the five knuckle shuffle, but right now, I was full of disgust toward my own body. You’re failing me, you worthless fuck. I sighed and closed my eyes, thinking about the perfect girl in my mind. She was blonde and lithe, sweet and even innocent. Sadly, she could never survive my desires. I wrapped my hand around my cock, pumping at the base, trying to excite the flaccid flesh. Wasn’t this a crock of shit?

  “Are you there?” she asked, twisting her head as if trying to find me.

  Concentrate. Concentrate. More sweat was rolling down my back, my forehead, running into my eyes. The burning sensation was another reminder of the man I would never be. Breathing out, I continued pumping, digging my fingers into my shaft. A slight twitch gave me a smile.

  Then there was nothing but a limp dick. Not a damn thing else. Even my cock was failing me.

  “Fuck me!” she insisted.

  Fuck her. The exasperation in her voice was matched by my increasing level of frustration. I twisted and rolled my hand until the friction became painful and still nothing. This was more than ridiculous but telling.

  I wasn’t a man any longer, just the asshole they all made me out to be.

  Giving up wasn’t my style but tonight wasn’t going to change. Shoving my cock into my pants and zipping, I merely unbuckled the straps keeping her my prisoner, then walked away.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Her voice was shrill and the moment I stormed out the door, I realized I would never come to this place again. Heading through the crowd and out the front door added fuel to the agonizing fire, given everyone was following me with their eyes. And I could swear they were laughing. They knew.

  I’m nothing but a monster.

  Chapter 2

  Megan

  What I long for I can never have. There is no man who can understand me, the dark intensity of my desires. There is no man dominant enough…

  When he brushed his hand down my neck I shivered, every portion of my skin heated by the simple touch. He leaned over, his lips barely touching mine, his tongue darting across the seam. I opened my mouth, moaning as his hand continued to travel, his nail scraping over then around my right nipple. I could feel the weight of him, his massive carved body hovering. Waiting. I knew what he wanted, what he required.

  All of me.

  “You belong to me. You just don’t know it yet,” he whispered, his voice husky, dripping with desire.

  As he shifted, the weight of his body crushing down on mine, his throbbing cock pressing against my slickened pussy, I closed my eyes, my moans becoming whimpers. The moment he
pinched my hardened bud between his thumb and forefinger, I arched my back. The invitation was blatant. There was no chance I could say no, push him away.

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  I obeyed. There was no hesitation. My eyelids were heavy, my lashes fluttering across my glistening skin. I could smell my own sex, the sweet scent drawing him in.

  A dangerous chuckle slipped past his lips as he slowly lowered his head, sucking on my already tingling nipple.

  “Oh!” The single word erupted, drawing him in like a beacon. His tongue was rough as he dragged the tip back and forth, each harsh swipe deliberate, a telling of what he would do.

  He moved the palm of his other hand down my stomach, rubbing back and forth before reaching the area just above my aching pussy. Teasing, he slipped a single finger into my channel, swirling the tip around my clit in a lazy motion.

  My hands were over my head, my fingers gripping the soft pillows, remaining obedient like the good little girl he required me to be, but I longed to touch him. I craved having his thick shaft in my mouth, licking his cockhead, tasting his cum.

  Crushing my mouth, his tongue found mine, entwining as his actions become more intense, his finger flicking back and forth, drawing my clit into a swollen state. He crawled in between my legs, pushing mine apart. The weight of him left me breathless. When he broke the kiss, he nipped my lower lip, his eyes full of heated lust.

  “Stay still. Don’t move,” he muttered as his mouth pressed against my chin, my neck, peppering kisses in the swell of my breasts.

  His beard tickled my skin as he continued kissing, his mouth open wide. I could no longer focus, and the sounds of his actions matched the wild beating of my heart. Every touch, every lick and I was pulled into a place of raw ecstasy. No man had ever touched me so intimately, yet with so much command.

  He slid his finger just inside my cunt, pumping in and out ever so slowly, as if breaking the boundary would forever change our relationship.

  Goosebumps rose on every inch of my naked skin and suddenly I was floating, my mind reeling. When his mouth reached just below my waist, I struggled to stay in position, my arms flailing until he issued a single grunt, a sound that is so guttural, so full of savage desire, I gripped the comforter tightly, pulling on the bedding, determined to obey his every command.

  He pushed my legs up and out, until they were butterflied, my knees pressed hard against the softness, but I knew there would be nothing gentle about the way he took me, my body and my very soul. Wrapping one arm around my leg, he yanked, the move exposing the crack of my ass.

  I’d never felt so naked, so open for anyone. Perspiration beaded along my upper lip as I continued to pant, the breath sounds little more than a ragged hiss. I wanted to beg, to plead with him to shove his cock deep inside, but he would decide. He would take what he wanted.

  He swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit. Once. Twice, then opened his mouth wide, shoving his entire face into my cunt.

  A scream bubbled up from deep inside, pushing past my pursed lips as stars floated in front of my eyes. When he licked, the entire length of his tongue lapping at my cream, feasting on his prized possession, I could no longer keep my eyes open. Drifting, I purred as he continued licking and sucking, his tongue meeting with fingers, one becoming two.

  “Oh God!”

  “Megan.”

  I tossed my head back and forth, the pleasure building. I was panting. I wanted to come. I had to come. His fingers continued to caress, guiding me to an intense orgasm, the climax building. I was so wet, my body quivering. “Oh!”

  “Wow. Megan, are you all right?”

  Opening my eyes, I heard the dark snicker, the laughter all around me. “What?”

  “That was some dream, girl. Whew. I don’t know who you were fantasizing about, but I want some.” The girl’s voice had a lilt of amusement. “I hope he had a huge cock.”

  Blinking, I lifted my head and suddenly remembered where I was. The rumble of the car engine was throbbing between my legs, leaving me quivering all over. “I must have fallen asleep.” I looked around me and winced from the sunlight streaming into the car. Pepper’s face stared back at me, Becca’s eyes almost glaring from the rearview mirror. My mouth was dry, my lips parched, and I could still feel his hands on my legs, pushing, his hunger unbridled. My fantasy man. He had no name, no true identity, but I knew him well. He visited my sleep almost every night, tantalizing my dreams, increasing my longing.

  “Do you want to tell us more?” Pepper winked.

  “I just…” What was I supposed to tell them? That I long for a powerful man, forcing me to submit to his every need? They would never understand. “Sorry. I guess I’m tired.”

  “Fortunately, we’re almost there,” Becca stated and turned her attention back to the road.

  I shifted until I was sitting up straight. “Where are we?”

  “Ten minutes from your house,” Pepper offered then twisted until she was glaring out the windshield. “Winter break. I hope my father doesn’t want me to work at his office. I can’t stand his assistant. She’s such a bitch.”

  I watched as the houses flashed by, oversized mansions on the outskirts of Denver. Home. I would have preferred remaining at school, reading several books and staying up late, watching old movies. My entire life was out of sorts. No boyfriend, other than the occasional groping at bars. They didn’t count. Even the single man I’d allowed into my dorm room had been all hands. And tongue. And cock shoved in my face. The thought was disgusting.

  “Hey. Maybe we can get lunch tomorrow and go shopping,” Becca said brightly.

  She was well aware of my disdain for coming home, facing my father.

  “That sounds good,” I muttered and folded my arms, shivering even though the heat was on full blast.

  “A whole week to do nothing but sleep late,” Pepper half whispered before shaking her head, her long, blonde hair swishing back and forth across her down jacket.

  For some reason, I concentrated on the move, studying her beautiful and almost perfect face, creamy, porcelain-like skin free of blemishes, her dancing blue eyes. Her family was the epitome of a Hallmark movie, complete with a doting mother and younger brother, a Golden Retriever and a spastic cat.

  I had staff who would greet me with furrowed expressions, cognizant of my position within the family. I held back a bitter laugh. I only had my father, one formidable and cold man. Still, I could get lost in books, dreams and fantasies. If only they were real.

  “You look like you’re going to the dentist. Jesus. We’re going to have fun!” Pepper suggested and babbled on about boys and movies.

  “I wish Jamie could have joined us on the ride home,” I heard myself suggesting. Jamie was dirt poor. The only reason she was even at the university was because of her fully paid scholarship. She lived almost thirty minutes away from the rest of us. At least her father had arrived to pick her up, giving happy hugs and kisses when he embraced his daughter. I noticed the look between my friends. That look wanting me to shut up, pretend I was happy. Yes, I could fake anything as required and I would. Just not yet.

  “Why don’t you give me a call later and we’ll plan something for tomorrow?” Pepper gave me a half smile after offering her suggestion.

  “Yeah. That would be great.” I could see the solid brick walls of the community as Becca drove down the street, a wide berth of expensive landscaping and lighting announcing the exclusive neighborhood. God, how I loathed this place, the perfectly coiffed shrubs and trees, the limited greenery somehow sparkling given the freshly fallen snow. At least the road had been cleared. What was I thinking? The grounds care company would have been out here first, the moment the snow started. I forced back a frustrated scream as Becca slowed down.

  “Hey. I know of this awesome new club in town. Just opened up. Since we’re all twenty-one now, we can get in without fake IDs.” Pepper jumped in her seat, the excitement evident in her eyes, her face and the way she tamped he
r feet on the floorboard.

  “Oh, yeah. Club Divine. Sounds kinky,” Becca said as she laughed. “Whips and chains.”

  “I heard they even offer spankings,” Pepper cooed and darted another sinful look in my direction.

  Spankings. Pepper knew my tastes, had caught me reading erotic books, the ones I tried to shove into my dresser. Yes, I was utterly fascinated with domination, but a club? The thought was far too distasteful. The powerful man I hungered for didn’t exist. I’d become certain of this seeing the way college boys acted, their only goal to get into my pants. They sickened me.

  “Here we go. We made good time.” Becca pulled the vehicle into the driveway, easing the SUV to a stop just outside the front door.

  I realized my hand was clutching the back of Pepper’s seat, my nails digging in as I scanned the front of the house. There was no sign of life, except for the two wreaths on the massive wooden double doors. Daddy, no doubt, had ripped away the holiday decorations the moment I vacated the house after Christmas.

  Becca left the car idling, giving me a long and exasperated expression. “We will get out and have some fun, right?”

  “You bet we will.” My words sounded muffled, practiced. I grabbed my bags and opened the door, hesitating before I stepped out. The light breeze wafted across my face and I shivered again, but there were other reasons than merely the cold. The moment I closed the door I felt so lost, so unsure of being home. There was no overt reason, no pressure from Daddy to do anything but relax. Still, I remained on edge, my stomach in knots.

  He always seemed to find a reason to fill me with intense anxiety.

  Pepper opened the passenger window. “Call me later or else. Shopping tomorrow for a hot dress then dancing.”

  The two girls laughed, and Becca started to drive away. I wanted nothing more than to run after the vehicle, begging one of them to take me in. But Daddy wouldn’t stand for such insolence. Exhaling, I shoved one hand into my coat pocket as I headed for the door, hesitating before turning the handle.