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  “There’s no shame in knowing what you need, Eve.” He locked eyes with mine; his presence was all encompassing, as if he’d crawled inside, peeling away the many layers I’d used for protection. I was ashamed. “You broke the rules. You deserve punishment. Isn’t that what happens to criminals when they break the law?”

  “I’m not a criminal.” I laughed nervously, realizing he was correct, but this was insane.

  “I believe you already admitted that you are.” His words were smooth.

  I chewed on the inside of my mouth, the woman inside poking at me. He was right. I’d never run from anything in my life. I wasn’t going to start now. “I don’t deserve punishment.”

  “You aren’t good at following directions, Eve. That could be a problem. What if you were found out?”

  His entire demeanor was absolutely commanding, the authority oozing from him a powerful draw. “No one will know.”

  “There are eyes everywhere.”

  My lower lip trembled as he brushed his fingers up my arm. I darted a look around me, cognizant that several customers were looking in our direction.

  “Yes, you do need to be punished for your infractions.” He gripped my chin, squeezing until I yelped. “You will address me as Master while you’re here. Do you understand, Eve? You’re a very naughty young woman and we need to take care of your indiscretions.”

  “Yes, Master.” I couldn’t believe I’d actually answered him. What was wrong with me? Was I going to allow this to happen? I was quivering all over, electricity running all through my system. Shame mixed with desire, driving me to a heightened state. My entire body was on fire, my nipples erect. Oh, my God. This was insane.

  “Once you’re punished, you will be absolved of your sins.” He released his strong hold, caressing my cheek, his massive hand wrapping around my throat as if he was taking possession of it.

  “Yes. Master.” Stars floated in front of my eyes, my breath stolen.

  “Much better. Tonight I’ll use wood, the perfect implement for such a naughty girl.”

  “Yes, Master.” Everything about this was so wrong, but my hunger swelled.

  The answer seemed to please him. He brushed his thumb across my lips, leaning down until I could feel his hot breath skipping across my skin. The scent of scotch and cinnamon mixed with his musky cologne, creating a wave of desire.

  “Good girl. Severe punishment bruising your beautiful skin. Perfect for a bad little girl like you.” He dropped his hand between my legs, his fingers easily slipping past the thin elastic of my panties, sliding between my pussy lips. After taking a deep breath, he swirled the tip of a single finger around my clit several times then pinched the tender tissue between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Yes, Master.” I was already breathless, parting my legs as wide as the skirt would allow before he even asked. The pain was exquisite. Heat rose from my neck to my cheeks, fueled by continued shame. This was so unlike me in every way.

  He stared at me intensely and I had no doubt his cock was engorged, his balls swollen and aching. A quick snap of his wrist and the hard slap against my pussy forced an unexpected moan. I heard the sound of a slight rip as he yanked my panties aside. He thrust his fingers deep inside, pumping in a rapid fashion then slapped my pussy again. The powerful man thought he knew exactly what I needed.

  Pain before pleasure.

  This was insane.

  Easing his hand from between my legs, he rubbed his fingers back and forth across my lips then polished off his drink. “You’re in desperate need. Aren’t you? You came here as a last resort to find what’s been missing in your life.”

  “Yes, Master. Very much so.” I licked my lips in appreciation.

  “Then let’s not waste any time. There are a few rooms here that may be used, for very special clientele. You will come with me.” His eyes were full of lust.

  I hadn’t known about the rooms and the concept was terrifying as well as exciting. “Yes, Master.”

  He took my hand into his as he lowered his head, pressing his lips against mine.

  The kiss was delicious, passionate in a manner I hadn’t experienced in so long. As he darted his tongue inside, entwining his with mine, I felt very safe with him. The concept was bizarre, but I was a good judge of character. He would never allow anything to happen to me.

  Breaking the kiss, he dipped the index finger of his other hand into the swell between my breasts, inhaling before nodding toward the back of the club. “Tonight I will give you what you deserve the most, a harsh spanking. If you’re a very good girl, there might even be more, but only I will decide.”

  “Yes, Master.” I lowered my head out of respect, streaks of light twisting in dazzling colors in front of my eyes as he paraded me through the crowd and toward the back of the club. I was shaking all over, once again rationalizing why I was here. Could I actually go through with this? I’d never been spanked, had no understanding of discipline in any regard, other than the garbage my ex had tossed out. My stomach ached even as my pussy quivered and I’d never been so embarrassed as I walked by the other customers. Could they tell what was about to happen?

  Oh, God. Oh, God!

  I took several deep breaths, my already erect nipples scraping against the skin-tight bustier. The swirling lights of the dance floor made my eyes hazy, drawing me into another world. Featureless faces in the crowd appeared one after another, shadowed by the lighting. And everywhere I turned, faces were watching me, as if they knew I was receiving the very first spanking of my life.

  Shuddering, I shut down my emotions and thoughts, merely becoming the obedient little girl my master required. When he pulled me into one of the rooms, I was forced to hold back a whimper. This was actually coming true. He closed the door behind us, remaining silent.

  “Remove your clothes,” he commanded as he glanced around the room.

  I almost stopped the entire thing, but just studying the sexy man made my mouth water. You can do this. You are a bad little girl. So many emotions rushed through me, shame and lust, fear and excitement. This was crazy, but I obeyed him. My fingers fumbled as I began to untie the bustier.

  He turned to study me, his arms folded and his legs apart. There was something magnetic about his eyes, the shimmer in them a powerful draw.

  After undressing, I stood in the center of the room, my arms at my sides. He approached, his face expressionless and walked around me in a complete circle. I could feel the heat of his body as he inched closer. I’d never felt so naked or so embarrassed. This shouldn’t be happening, especially with a stranger, but it was.

  I craved his touch, his kiss, and more than anything, I hungered to have his thick cock inside me.

  My lower lip quivered as he inspected every inch of my trembling body. I could see desire on his face, unbridled lust as he determined what he would do.

  His fingers dragged down from the side of my neck, curling under one then the other breast. When he cupped both, squeezing, I sucked in my breath. “Beautiful as well as disobedient. I can tell you have a difficult time with authority.” He pinched my nipples, twisting until the agony was excruciating.

  And I wanted to beg for more. Confusion rocked my mind, making my lower lip tremble and my heart race.

  “You are in tremendous need tonight,” he mused, chuckling under his breath.

  “Yes, Master.”

  He trailed his hand along my stomach and across my hipbones to the small of my back, running his fingers all the way down the crack. “Perhaps one day I will fuck you in the ass, shoving my cock so deep inside that you beg for more. Maybe tonight. Depends on if you can be obedient.”

  The thought gave me a series of ravaging visions and I succumbed to the peaceful moment. My nerves were already less on edge, my blood pressure decreasing. “Yes, Master.”

  Two hard swats on my bottom brought me out of my reverie.

  “Do you see that lovely creation over there?” he asked, pointing to an apparatus positioned in the center
of the room.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “This is a very special design and a piece salvaged after the Great War. There are very few in existence.”

  I swallowed several times as I studied the bench, wooden in design with leather padding in strategic locations. A spanking bench. I’d only seen them in pictures. As he guided me toward the piece, I felt lightheaded. When he eased me over, I sense my pussy slickening my thighs, a dead giveaway of my intense arousal.

  You can’t want this. You can’t. You can’t!

  The inner voice was right, but I didn’t want this to stop.

  He wasted no time shackling my wrists and ankles, my legs spread wide open, my ass inches above everything else. I felt so vulnerable in this position, completely immobile and everything about it was freeing even as humiliation crowded in. I was awash with electricity crackling every cell in my body from his fingers dancing down my spine. The anticipation was almost as delicious as the outcome.

  Everything about this moment was raw sin, completely shameful. I closed my eyes, shaken to the core as he caressed my ass cheeks before dancing the tips of his fingers across my swollen pussy lips. I couldn’t help but let out a ragged moan, clenching my fists.

  “My hope is that I can help teach you to be obedient. There are methods that can work.” He said the words in a casual fashion, as if he was an expert.

  In his hands, I felt so small, but a ravenous excitement surged through every cell, driving me on edge.

  He issued several hard slaps before wiggling his thumb into my dark hole. His deep breaths mixed with my scattered breathing. I was shocked, gasping for air. The pain was intense, if only for a few seconds, melding into a wonderful bliss. I should beg him to stop, to run away and never look back.

  But I couldn’t.

  Bad girl. Bad girl. Bad girl.

  “Tight hole. Wet pussy. Perfection,” he said hoarsely as he pumped his thumb in and out. When he removed his finger, I felt a loss, but this was just the beginning. He walked away, moving toward a tall cabinet.

  Bucking backwards, I struggled against my bindings after he selected an implement. The hard thudding sound as he slapped his chosen paddle against his hand brought an additional set of tingles. This wasn’t about romance or foreplay, and the spanking began only seconds later.

  The first smack was positioned square in the middle of my ass cheeks. There was no instant pain, as if my body was on slight delay, but the sound reverberated in my ears and the force was jarring.

  He struck again, the impact driving my stomach into the cool leather. A slight chill slithered up my legs, heat beginning to sizzle. By the third and fourth spank, the pain became white hot, blinding to the point I clenched my fists, taking several deep breaths. I didn’t want to scream, to give into the agony. I wasn’t a girl who cried and had no desire to do so now, no matter the tremendous pain.

  When he tapped the edge against both thighs, I concentrated on his ragged breathing, unable to stop shaking. I had a feeling he wanted to break down every defense, but no man would be able to do that. Ever.

  My resolve was too much for him. I took several deep breaths and he started again, only this time his smacks were brutal, the agony biting. Blood coursed through every vein in my body, my pussy clenching and almost climaxing. Would I bruise, finding it difficult to sit down for days? Would I be able to stand myself after tonight?

  Growling, he swung again. And again. He moved into a perfect rhythm, one coming after the other. I was thrown into absolute dichotomy of bliss and pain, the anguish shifting to ecstasy.

  At least the rage that had continued to build was dispelled, flying away. Everything about this was magical as well as sinful. I was floating. I was so alive. Then there was nothing. A single whimper slipped past my lips.

  “My pain whore. You are in need. I will make certain your bottom is a bright crimson, exactly what you require.”

  “Yes, Master,” I struggled to say, the heat increasing on my ass cheeks. Was I in need? I had no idea at this point, except I was so aroused I was shaking.

  I was aware he’d selected a second implement, the thinner wood whooshing through the air just seconds before striking my bottom, one coming after the other. I could envision my blushing skin, the reddened welts crisscrossing my buttocks and even my upper thighs. The sting was painful, my mouth pursed as tiny whimpers were all that I would allow myself to emit.

  The round of discipline continued until I was left exhausted and aching, as well as full of shame.

  And almost satisfied.

  Almost.

  I wanted him, his cock shoved into my mouth, my tongue licking up every drop of sweet cum. I yearned to have his cock shoved into my pussy, ravaging me like a crazed animal.

  Sweet Jesus, I needed him to violate my asshole, taking me where no man had before. I’d never wanted anything so much in my life, but the desire was so wrong. I couldn’t. I shouldn’t.

  Oh, God!

  Bad girl!

  The words were true. I was a disobedient woman, but I still wanted this intoxicating mystery man.

  “You did very well. I’m proud of you,” he whispered darkly, his hot breath sliding across my back.

  The paddle was dropped to the floor, skidding toward the front of the bench. I blinked several times as I calmed my breathing, finding focusing of any kind so difficult. This was as close to nirvana as I would ever have, and I lolled in the afterglow.

  He issued a series of ragged breath sounds as he rubbed his fingers down the length of my spine. “So beautiful. Now, so obedient.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “I hunger for you.”

  I clenched and unclenched my fists as he brushed his fingers in aimless circles on my bruised bottom, making me shiver even more. I heard the sound of his buckle and held my breath. Was it possible he was going to use the leather strap on me as well?

  “I’m going to fuck you now, sweet Eve.” He bent down, planting a series of kisses along my spine. Then I felt the tip of his cock sliding up and down, finding my pussy lips. As he slipped his cockhead just inside, spreading me, I held my breath.

  Master gripped my hips, his rugged fingers digging into my skin just seconds before he thrust the entire length of his cock inside, filling my pussy completely.

  This time, I yelped, my arms yanking the straps holding me down. He was so damn savage in his actions, driving in what seemed like a blinding rage of need. His skin slapped against my bruised ass, adding to the intensity. I was gasping for air, my heart thumping against my chest walls.

  My God, he was fucking me. I was shaken, uncertain of what to think. He’d read my mind, knew what I longed for.

  Fuck me.

  Use me.

  Shame me.

  “This is exactly what you needed,” he stated, his tone husky and more sensuous than before.

  “Yes, Master.” I doubted he heard my words or even cared. He was in absolute control, demanding with every action.

  “I could fuck you like this every day.”

  My pussy muscles clamped around his shaft, swallowing him in deeper. I was so wet and felt beads of juice trickle between my legs. Every synapsis was on fire, ready to combust as he pumped harder and faster. The creaking noises of the bench made me smile and I closed my eyes, accepting the hard fucking like a good girl.

  “My little slut.”

  He wrapped his hand around my neck, squeezing until I saw stars, no longer able to focus. The air was slowly being cut off and still he thrust in such a vicious manner I was taken aback. I could almost swear we were connected in some unseen manner, fulfilling an insatiable hunger.

  As his breathing changed, becoming more scattered, I clenched my pussy once again. This time he let out a strangled roar, the sound floating up to the heavens.

  I would perhaps remember his stern punishment or even his eyes, shimmering pools that gave such a vibrant look into his damaged soul.

  But I would soon forget what I could see of his face a
nd likely his touch.

  The realization threw extreme sadness into my very soul. A little girl lost in search of forever.

  I snickered at the thought. In this world, there was no such thing.

  Chapter Two

  Rogue

  Some said I was dangerous. Others stated I had no conscience. The rest? They just thought I was nothing but a useless machine only capable of following orders.

  The truth was, they were all right.

  To a point...

  But things were going to change.

  Still, I took pride in being a troublemaker, hence the nickname one of the doctors had given me some months before. Rogue suited me just fine. No last name needed.

  I fisted both hands, straining, then flexed my fingers out to their full length, repeating the maneuver several times. I was nothing but a caged animal and my patience was wearing thin. I shifted my gaze toward the human female standing at the visual display. She was certainly organized, her actions regimented to the minute. And I certainly had complete knowledge of her mannerisms given I’d been stuck in the same room for months on end. She wasn’t paying any attention to my vitals or brain scan. I could tell exactly what she was thinking about.

  Hard. Limitless. Fucking.

  I could always tell with the leggy blonde by the way she stood, one stilettoed foot positioned slightly in front, her thigh sliding through the slit in her tight little skirt. I’d often wondered how she could perform her job in such skimpy attire, but I’d certainly enjoyed the view during every examination. I shifted, stretching as much as the tight confines would allow, contemplating what it would feel like to shove my cock inside her scintillating white ass after issuing a severe round of punishment.

  I allowed my eyes to travel along the path of her long legs to her small waist, finally settling on her breasts. While the white coat every useless scientist and doctor wore managed to cover up a good portion of her voluptuous figure, I could also tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. No doubt on purpose.