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  He reached down and adjusted his pants. He was going to have a zipper imprint on his dick before he got inside her, but it would be worth it.

  He looked at Maggie. “Strip!”

  She looked up at him in shock. And with desire. She was so turned on her hands were shaking as she reached down for the hem of her tank top and pulled it up and over her head.

  He nodded. “Very nice. Now the bottoms.”

  She was wearing yoga pants so she just had to push then down her thighs. In no time, she was standing in front of him wearing only an itty, bitty sky blue thong. He loved her in that color; it matched her eyes. She slid her thumbs under the waistband.

  “Stop. Leave that on for a while. I’ll enjoy seeing it cleave your ass when I give you your spanking.”

  “Spanking?”

  “Yes. You didn’t think you were going to get away with stealing all those jewels without consequences, did you?”

  “I thought you wanted to… you know…” She was embarrassed now and he would have dialed it down if he hadn’t seen the moisture on her inner thighs.

  “Over my lap. Now!”

  She moved slowly, but she didn’t object. He settled her to his satisfaction, placing his left hand on the small of her back while he explored her amazing ass with his right. When he dipped his hand between her thighs, he could feel the heat. He rubbed a finger over the crotch of her panties. There were just as wet as he’d imagined. He pulled the material aside and slipped a finger inside her. He felt her pussy clench on him so he added a second.

  She practically purred as she rubbed against him. He removed his hand and gave her ass a sharp smack.

  “Oh my god! Rick!” He rubbed her ass when he’d hit it, enjoying the heat. Then he slipped his fingers back inside her.

  “What did you call me? I’m Officer or, even better, Sir. Yes, call me Sir tonight, prisoner.”

  “Sir that hurt!” She moaned as he rubbed her clit again while he moved his fingers in and out.

  “It was supposed to. Now keep still while I give you your punishment. Then you can get on your knees and show me that mouth of yours is good for something besides smarting off.”

  There was another gush of moisture at his words. He wanted to laugh, but he had to stay in character. He wasn’t planning a real punishment. With a proper submissive, he’d make her ass burn. Maggie was new to this. He had to give her enough sensation to enhance the sex and orgasm later, but not so much that she would call a halt to things.

  * * *

  Rick eased her off his lap, and Maggie knelt and looked up at him. She was so horny she almost couldn’t stand it. The books were right. A spanking could be unbelievably sensual, especially when the man in question stopped every couple of smacks and fingered her pussy or clit.

  But every time she got close to coming, he stopped caressing her and resumed the spanking. He’d probably given her a couple dozen smacks on her ass. At first, it had been more the shock than anything, but he increased the intensity as he went on. She knew he could have hit her a lot harder than he did, but for a novice, he seemed to know exactly how to ramp up her arousal until she was squirming in his lap and ready to beg.

  Damn, she wanted him so badly. She watched eagerly as he unfastened his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. His long, thick cock sprang free, and she practically lunged at it, taking the bulbous head into her mouth and sucking hard.

  He groaned and, for a few moments, let her take the lead. Maggie took full advantage of it, licking and sucking, generally doing everything she’d ever learned to make him come. She reached up and cupped his heavy balls then pressed on the delicate skin just behind them.

  That’s where she went too far. He pulled out.

  “Who is in charge here, prisoner?”

  “You are, Sir!”

  “Then hands behind your back.”

  “But Sir, I thought, I wanted… I was just trying to…”

  “Your job is not to think. Your job is to obey. Now, can you keep your hands there or shall I tie them?”

  Maggie thought she’d come on the spot when he threatened to tie her hands behind her.

  “I’ll be good, Sir!”

  She could see that her answer disappointed him. So, he wanted to tie her up. He didn’t need to worry. She was going to be a brat.

  He reached down, tangled one hand in her hair, and used the other to press his cock against her lips. She opened them eagerly. He then used both hands to hold her head in place as he gently moved his cock in her mouth, pressing deeper and deeper with each stroke.

  She was so into the moment, she almost forgot to misbehave. Almost. She reached up and grasped his thighs, digging in her nails so he couldn’t miss what she’d done.

  * * *

  Rick looked down. The sight of his cock buried between the lips of the woman he loved almost caused him to lose control, so he started reciting the tax code is his head. Regaining control wasn’t easy. Maggie’s mouth could make a man beg for more.

  Just when he thought he could take no more—thinking about the intricacies of Title 26 of the IRS code could only do so much—he pulled out. She tried to lunge after him. He laughed.

  “It looks like someone wants another punishment.” He scooped her into his arms and strode into their bedroom. He set her on her feet and bent her over their bed.

  “Hands on the bedspread, or I’ll tie them in place.” He watched as she gathered handfuls of fabric and held tight.

  “Yes, Sir!” She was whimpering now. He moved her feet apart so he could see her pussy. It was dripping. She was loving this. “Please, Sir. I’ll be good, but I need you inside me. Please!”

  He brought his hand down on her ass, hard. She jumped with surprise, but she didn’t let go of the material.

  “Good girl!” And because he couldn’t wait, either, he gave her only three more smacks before positioning himself and thrusting deep inside her.

  * * *

  Maggie screamed as the unexpected orgasm slammed through her. She was still shuddering with the aftershocks when Rick finally started moving inside her. He felt so good; he gripped her hips as he thrust strongly, his thick cock rubbing against her sensitive tissues.

  “Look up!” he commanded.

  “Huh?” Her mind was sluggish in the aftermath of her giant orgasm. She felt Rick let go of her hips and slide his arms around her torso.

  “Brace yourself on your forearms, baby, and look up.”

  She did as he asked and was shocked for a moment at what she saw. In her lust, she’d forgotten that he’d positioned her so that she was facing the full-length mirror on their closet doors. It was so damned hot to see him thrusting into her. It was even hotter when he grasped her breasts and kneaded them. Then he supported her breasts in his palms while he used his thumbs and forefingers to grasp her nipples and pinch and tug and twist.

  It was like there was a direct line to her clit, which started throbbing in time with his ministrations. She moaned. He laughed and moved one hand lower and reached between her thighs to stroke her swollen, tender clit.

  She moaned harder. It was sensitive because she’d just come, but she could feel new tremors moving through her body and knew another orgasm wasn’t far off.

  She was sure Rick knew it, too. He braced one arm on the bed as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. They were short, strong, and every few, and he changed his angle until she was a quivering mass of goo in his arms.

  Finally, he pinched her clit hard as he pounded into her like a wild man.

  “Come for me baby!”

  She came. She came so hard that she was pretty sure she passed out for a second. She was awake, though, when he came hard, shouting out in triumph as he emptied himself into her. She had a passing thought that one of the great things about being a long-term, monogamous couple was no condoms.

  She knew she should get up and go into the bathroom and get cleaned up, but her legs wouldn’t work. Eventually, Rick rolled off her onto his side then st
aggered into the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth. He cleaned her up, tossed the cloth on the floor and helped her into bed.

  * * *

  Rick looked at the sated woman lying in his arms. He loved her so much. She was amazing. She had loved being dominated by him, or so it seemed. He was afraid to get his hopes up, but was it possible she might be open to him being dominant in the bedroom… on a regular basis?

  “So, baby. Did that live up to your fantasies? Did you like me dominating you?” He kept his tone light, hoping she didn’t realize just how desperately he wanted her to answer in the affirmative. He would never, ever pressure her into doing something she didn’t want to. On the other hand, if this was something she enjoyed, he would be happy to introduce her into the lifestyle.

  “Oh god, Rick, it was amazing, fantastic. There aren’t enough superlatives. I loved being a make-believe submissive. And you, you are so amazing. I know that’s not your sort of thing, but you really threw yourself into the role of make-believe Dom. You are the absolute best fiancé ever!”

  “We could do it again next week, if you like. There was this one scene I recall that involved handcuffs, a feather, and some nipple clamps…” He tried to keep his tone light as he tried to figure out how to tell her that it wasn’t just about giving her what she wanted. In fact, if she thought about it, what he did with her wasn’t exactly what was in the book he’d read.

  “Rick, I repeat: You are the best boyfriend ever, not only to do this for me but to offer to do it again, especially because I know it’s really not your thing.” She snuggled closer. He closed his eyes, laid back, and tried to figure out how to respond. He had let her believe he was vanilla for more than two years. How could he now tell her that he was a Dom, had been once since he was eighteen? He hadn’t lied to her, not directly, but by omission. He’d done it for her. He didn’t want her to leave him because he wanted something she couldn’t give. It had been a sacrifice on his part but one he freely made because he loved her.

  Had he done too good a job keeping this part of himself from her? He’d worried she would leave him because he wanted something she couldn’t give. Now… did he have to worry that she’d leave him because she wanted something that she thought he didn’t want to give? He needed time to think.

  Before he could say anything, she added, “I can’t believe we never tried role playing before.” She leaned up and kissed him on the corner of his mouth before snuggling back into his arms. “I’m thinking that next time, I’ll be a pirate queen and you can be my prisoner. I’ll enjoy seeing you on your knees. Night.”

  She snuggled deeper into his arms and fell asleep— probably dreaming of topping him. Rick went rigid at her words but forced himself to relax so she wouldn’t wonder what was wrong.

  Clearly, he’d misread her signals. Completely. She’d had fun pretending to submit. That was the key word, pretending. She wasn’t like him. She didn’t need it. He did. He’d gone without it so long… for her. But now that he’d had a taste of it again, he wasn’t sure he could go back to how things were before. He wasn’t even sure he could pretend to kneel for her.

  He couldn’t get comfortable, but he was afraid of waking Maggie up, so he carefully detached her grip and slid out of bed. He grabbed his jeans and padded quietly down to his den. He had a lot of thinking to do.

  6

  The weeks passed quickly until it was finally time for the first Kinky Book Club brunch at Day. Maggie was so busy with getting the room ready, figuring out her menu, and the other thousand and one things involved in running a restaurant that she didn’t have as much time for Rick as she would have liked.

  She was kind of avoiding him as the guilt ate her up. When he’d played Officer Rick… well, it had been the most mind-blowing sex ever. And when she’d lain in his arms afterwards and he’d offered to do it again, she thought her heart would burst with love.

  Her clit tingled, and her nipples hardened at the thought of having him dominate her again. Just the memory of him looking down at her and ordering her to suck him off using that deep and delicious tone she thought of as Dom-voice… she could feel her panties grow damp.

  Just how much she wanted it again scared her. She’d given up her power to Philip, and things hadn’t gone well, not at all. Rick and Philip were two very different men. Rick wasn’t a controlling ass. He was so loving and giving. Almost too much so sometimes. After she turned down his offer of a second session of dominance and submission, he hadn’t objected. He’d lain back and closed his eyes. Clearly, he had been relieved she’d turned down his offer.

  She’d been so embarrassed that she’d blurted out her pirate queen idea when what she really wanted was for him to be the pirate king and her to be the prisoner he controlled and ravished. And spanked. She’d enjoyed the spanking far more than she’d ever imagined. Damn, she was a perv of the first order.

  She knew Rick would do it if she asked, and that’s why she never would. She hated herself for putting him in the position of doing something for her that he didn’t enjoy. He’d given her a gift by doing it once. She wouldn’t take advantage by asking again. She loved him too much for that.

  She considered maybe she should give up reading those books, too. They fueled her fantasies… made her want something she could never have, not the way she was starting to dream about it. It was one thing to ask Rick to do it once. It had been a game. She had been a make-believe submissive to his make-believe Dom.

  It had been everything she’d ever dreamed off and more, much, much more. When she was on her knees and Rick was giving orders, she realized this was something she’d been waiting for all of her life.

  It explained why she had gotten involved with Philip. She’d mistaken his asshole controlling ways for those of a Dom. It also explained why, as much as she loved Rick, she’d been putting off setting a date for their wedding.

  What she needed was a way to merge the two men together. Well, on second thought, not quite that. She wanted a Dom in the bedroom, not an asshole, controlling jerk like Philip. And she wanted Rick outside the bedroom. He was sweet and kind and loved her and showed it in big and little ways each and every day they were together.

  But now she was starting to think that wasn’t enough. Last night had been her most sexually satisfying experience ever and possibly one of her biggest mistakes. Before, she’d just fanaticized about submission. Now that she’d tried it, could she live the rest of her life without it? Should she? If she tried, would she come to resent Rick? He said he was willing to try it again, but if she told him she needed it on a regular basis, would it cause him come to resent her?

  She couldn’t think about this now. She had to finish getting ready. Then she had to take her time to figure out what to do. It wouldn’t be easy to forget about her BDSM fantasies with the Kinky Book Club spending every Saturday at her restaurant, but she’d have to find a way, for Rick’s sake.

  She took a deep breath and looked around the room. Perfect. The tables were arranged and set. Twenty members were expected, but there were extra chairs and tables to one side in case additional members came. The buffet was set up. Everyone was expected at eleven. The kitchen team would start filling up the serving dishes at ten forty-five so everything was hot and fresh.

  She looked over at Rick who was smoothing a tablecloth and fixing a centerpiece. He really had the most perfect ass. She moved behind him and slid her arms around him…

  7

  It was almost one and everyone was laughing and happy. Most of the eating was done. Everyone was drinking tea or coffee, and they were discussing Jane’s new series, which was to be BDSM-themed. Tinley Park, her last set of books, was more erotic romance than BDSM except for the one entry featuring Officer Brad. That book had been so well received, she was doing the spin off set of books, The Miracle Mile.

  One part of Maggie was dying to find out more about the new series, but she was run off her feet going between upstairs and downstairs and was missing out of some of the di
scussions. On the other hand, maybe it was better if she kept her distance.

  She had been upstairs a few times, but then things got busy in the main restaurant and she had a reason to avoid going upstairs. Once the big rush was over, Rick offered to look after things downstairs while she joined the book club upstairs.

  One part of her wanted to say no, to find a reason why she had to stay downstairs. If she avoided all things submission-related, maybe she could continue to pretend to herself that she wasn’t a submissive and that she didn’t need a man who would dominate her in bed.

  Maybe if she found out more, she’d learn enough to know that her fantasies were not real, and she’d be able to go back to the way things had been with Rick. Or maybe she’d find out the lifestyle was everything she dreamed of. At least she’d know, and then she could put it behind her and live vicariously through the members of the book club and the novels she read.

  She kissed Rick gratefully—guiltily—on the cheek and headed upstairs to join the book club members.

  “So, ladies, gentlemen. How’s it going? Has Day lived up to your expectations?”

  “The atmosphere… the food… perfection!”

  The compliments came hard and fast. Maggie was smiling so hard she thought her face would break.

  “I’m so happy you like the place. It’s just after one. You can continue with your meeting until three, but then my sister takes over, and the staff will have to start transforming Day into Night.”

  “That is such a clever idea. How did you ever think of it?”

  “It was my fiancé, Rick’s idea, actually. He’s a CPA and quite brilliant. He’s keeping an eye on things downstairs, but he promised to stop by before you leave.”