Binding Ben

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This is an explicit and erotic novel intended for the enjoyment of adult readers. Please keep out of the hands of children.

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Binding Ben A Phaze Obey HeatSheet by

VIOLET SUMMERS

Binding Ben © 2008 by Violet Summers All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter One Stacey Stanton smiled demurely, her blue eyes scanning the guests filling the elegantly appointed club. She sipped her white wine quietly, tapping her long red nails against the crystal glass. There were more people here than usual for a Sunday night get together. Not that she minded. She was hoping to meet some new faces. She adjusted her silver sequined mask; it fell to just below her nose, covering most of her face. She enjoyed these parties. They enabled her to indulge in her dominant nature, but at the end of the evening, she could go home alone. A low murmur swept the room, and Stacey’s eyes darted toward the foyer where Alex Johnson was standing. He’d just arrived, and now many party-goers rushed to greet the wellknown Dom. Stacey suppressed another small smile and the urge to join the crowd. Knowing Alex, he’d seek her out soon enough, and she wouldn’t have to compete for his attention. Alex had been her instructor ten years ago, training her how to be an effective, powerful Domme. Though their teacher-student relationship had ended, their friendship had not. When her relationship with Ben self-destructed three years ago, it was Alex she ran to. The older man comforted her through many tears, lectured her sternly on the perils of hiding who she really was, and eventually introduced her back into the lifestyle she had given up the moment she met Ben Reynolds. She leaned back against the wall, patiently watching Alex maneuver through the crowd in her direction. A man followed closely behind him. Stacey was unable to make out anything about Alex’s companion, other than his height, in the dim lighting. She wondered if this was Alex’s new pet. Though he claimed he was

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a raving heterosexual, Alex would occasionally train a male submissive. Stacey knew that in this world sexuality was fluid, not so much black and white. “Mistress S. So good to see you made it.” Alex’s smile lit his face. He kissed her on each cheek. “It’s good to see you as well, Master A.” During these parties, they rarely used first names. It fostered trust as well as the anonymity that so many preferred. Unless you had a relationship with your sub, it was best to keep things neutral. “I want you to meet a new friend of mine.” Alex waved his hand over his shoulder and the man who had been standing a few paces behind him, approached. His head lowered and he kept his eyes to the floor. Stacey licked her lips as her gaze traveled up his rather large, muscular frame. His black leather pants lovingly cupped his thick thighs, and the matching leather vest hung open, displaying a gorgeous, ripped torso and a delightful pair of golden nipple rings. The standard, black leather collar he wore buckled in the back and had a plain silver ring on the front. Like him, it was new. “You may look up and address Mistress S.” Stacey waited with baited breath as the man slowly raised his eyes to her face. Her wine glass fell sharply from her suddenly trembling hand. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind, piercing her with well-remembered pain. She covered her shock by looking at the floor where the crystal lay shattered. “Oh, sorry. I am clumsy tonight.” She bent to retrieve the broken stem, fumbling as she stepped away from the wall. She felt the strong hand of the sub grasp her wrist and Alex spoke softly. “Allow my pet to take care of that, love. I don’t want you to cut yourself.” Her paralysis broke, and Stacey snatched her arm from the man’s grip. Her wrist burned. It couldn’t be, not here, not now... She wanted to flee, run away from the house, the party, and the memories. Ben, her Ben, was kneeling before her, cleaning up her mess—as a sub!

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“May I have a private word?” Stacey couldn’t speak past the lump in her throat, she thought it might be her heart. She managed a half nod and allowed Alex to lead her away from the mess. “Slave, you are to stay here. I will send along someone to take care of the mess.” Ben’s beautiful, whiskey-brown eyes lifted to Alex’s face. “Eyes cast down,” the Dom rapped out sharply.

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Chapter Two Tucking Stacy’s arm in his, he walked them out onto the veranda, to a quiet corner where they could be in private. Stacey bent over as she finally released the breath she was holding. “Oh, God, Alex. You have to get him out of here.” By sheer force of will, Stacey kept the tears that stung her eyes at bay. “Shhh, dear girl. It will be all right,” Alex assured her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and lowering her to sit on an ornate stone bench. “I knew your reaction might be strong, but I had no idea it would give you such a fit.” His refined British accent tickled her ears. “You knew who he was when you brought him here?” She didn’t realize how shrill her voice was until Alex squeezed her hand, causing her a moment of pain. “Stacey, you will calm down and listen to me.” His voice was firm, and left no room for disagreement. “Last month, I was at a party. I began talking to a Mistress who said she was trying to train a young male but was having difficulty making a connection with him.” A month, one whole month, and Alex never mentioned a word to her. “Now, before you get all cross with me, allow me to explain.” Stacey brushed off his gentle touch. “No explanations necessary, Alex. I’m leaving!” She started to rise, but Alex’s grip tightened on her arm. “You will sit and listen, Stacey. Or have you forgotten that you were once my pet.” Stacey cast her eyes immediately to the floor. Ten years ago, Alex had shown her that in order to be a good Domme, she had to experience what her sub’s experienced. Before she could

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earn the right to dominate anyone, she had to learn what it was like to kneel at another’s feet. “Imagine my surprise when I stepped in and interviewed your Ben. It seems that your young man was always a submissive in his heart but never brave enough to explore his desires.” Alex loosened his hold on Stacey, rubbing her wrists. “And all this time, each of you was hiding your true self.” Three years ago, Stacey and Ben had met at the local gym. They’d flirted over fruit smoothies and bottled water, and when he’d finally asked her out, Stacey had wanted to run squealing around the room like a middle-schooler. They’d dated for a little over six months, and she’d fallen completely, irrevocably in love. Their break-up had been more devastating than anything Stacey had ever experienced, before or since. She closed her eyes in pain. Hiding what she really was had been at the core of their break up, but she couldn’t believe such a thing about Ben. He was so strong, so vital. She couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her big, strong fireman was, indeed, a sub. “Alex, there has to be some kind of mistake.” She shook her head in confusion. “Ben never gave even a tiny hint that he had any submissive tendencies. In fact, we watched a movie once where the man was a sub, and Ben spent the whole movie grumbling about how he couldn’t understand why the guy would willingly give up control like that.” Alex sighed. “Stacey dear, he was hiding from who he was. Did you ever give even a little hint that you had dominant tendencies?” “Well, no.” She realized she sounded sulky and defensive, but couldn’t seem to stop herself. “After his reaction to the movie, I was afraid to even broach the subject. I wanted him more than I wanted to dominate him.” Fat lot of good that had done her, she thought, remembering the vague dissatisfaction that had quickly escalated to suspicion and ugly accusations before she’d finally walked out the door, forever. “If he’d known what you liked, Stacey, I know he would have given himself over to you.” “I don’t think so, Alex. Our sex was strictly vanilla; we never even masturbated in front of each other.” Stacey put her

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head in her hands; reeling with the cruel twist fate was throwing at her. “I brought him here for you.” “What?” Stacey’s head snapped up, meeting Alex’s somber eyes. “He longs for the right woman to come along and take him in hand.” Her heart cried in triumph while her head screamed for her to run like hell. Alex stood, pulling Stacey up by her arms. “You are that woman. He need never know who you really are, but let’s face it, dear, you’re not over him. Dominate him and by the end of the night you will either have him back, or have excised him from your heart.” “He’ll know it’s me.” “Not necessarily, dear. You’ve finally quit starving yourself, and look like a woman rather than the mannequin you did three years ago. Besides, you’re wearing your mask, and if you do your job properly, you’ll have our Benjamin too distracted to notice little things that might give you away.” Stacey slapped Alex’s arm lightly “Thanks for reminding me that I’m fat again.” She’d been on an extreme starvation diet and lost weight shortly before meeting Ben. He’d dated the very thin, work-out crazy Stacey. Yet another way, she’d denied who she was during their relationship. After the break-up, Stacey had dropped her diet and workouts entirely, wallowing in her misery and pints of Mackinaw Island Fudge ice cream. Over time, with the comfort of Alex and her other friends, Stacey had resumed her workouts, at a more realistic level. Yes, she’d gained back some weight, but it only served to fill her out and make her soft. On the plus side, not only had red meat crept back into her life but so had her breasts, a development she was enormously thankful. Alex had brought Ben here for her. A shiver that was as much fear as anticipation crawled up her spine. Could she do this? Could she spend an evening with Ben and then walk away? Stacey had missed everything about being with Ben, from his goofy sense of humor to the way he insisted on opening doors for her, but in the dark hours of the night, her biggest

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regret was that she’d never had Ben at her mercy for his pleasure. Maybe the question wasn’t could she do this. Maybe it was could she not do this? Could she walk away from the chance to fulfill almost four years of fantasy? Maybe dominating Ben tonight would allow her to let go, to move on and find happiness in the future. **** Ben kept his eyes obediently down, waiting for Master A to reappear with one of the most sensual creatures he’d ever seen. He’d known better than to touch her without permission or invitation, but he hadn’t been able to resist. Besides, the minute he had, he’d felt a deep, stunning connection. One that he’d not felt in three years. Not since he’d fucked everything up so brilliantly and let Stacey walk out of his life. Not a day passed that he didn’t think about her, miss her, but he never found the guts to call her. How did you tell the only woman you ever loved that you wanted her to tie you up and take you? How many times, while they were making love, had he wished she would spank his ass, slid her finger deep into him, and made him do even one of the kinky things he’d jacked off thinking about? Shit, she’d have a stroke! Each time he picked up the phone, he’d chicken out. Stacey was not that kind of woman. She was kind, caring. She was a nurse, for fuck’s sake. She took care of people; he couldn’t ask her to give him pain. Therefore, instead of manning up and confessing what he’d needed, he’d been a complete asshole to her. In his fear, he’d hurt her, and he didn’t think he’d ever forgive himself for that. Six months ago, he’d awakened in a cold sweat after still another nightmare. Stacey’s horrified face floated before his eyes, and he could hear her voice ringing in his ears, calling him a pervert. Time wasn’t healing this wound, and Ben had realized that he couldn’t live a straight vanilla existence any longer. The time had come to set out and find his submissive self. He’d almost given up, so many he met were either into complete humiliation or wanted a twenty-four hour slave. Worse

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than that, Ben found that even the most beautiful Mistress only stirred his cock, not his soul. No woman but Stacey had ever touched him there, beyond the physical, and he feared no other woman ever would—ever could. Then he met, Alex. The Dom never touched him in a sexual way, but taught Ben the joy of a flogger along his back, how good it felt to be bound, to want, to need, and to give up all responsibility to another. Ben had discovered both of the things he needed from a Dom or Domme: with his Mistresses, he found the sexual euphoria and release his body craved. With his Master, he tasted the spiritual peace of belonging to another. Now if he could just get both of those things from one person, one Mistress who could own his body and heart… Then Alex had begun to tell him stories of a former sub of his turned Mistress; her beauty, inside and out, her gentle nature, and her ability to take a man to heights he’d never dared to dream. For weeks, he’d teased Ben with this woman, until, in Ben’s dreams, Stacey’s face was replaced by an unknown woman. This unknown woman. She was as stunning as Alex had described; soft, full curves, and large, generous breasts. One look from her big blue eyes had made Ben hard, instantly. He wanted to be on his knees in front of her, following her every command, submitting to her every demand. He couldn’t keep the grin from his face as he saw two sets of feet appear before him. “You may look at me,” the Mistress allowed. Her voice was low, soft, and holding a slight hint of gravel. Ben wanted to hear her cry out her orgasm in that raspy voice, to hear the evidence that he gave her pleasure. He raised his eyes to hers. One long, red nail tipped his chin up, and she looked him in the eye. “Would you like to be my pet tonight?” Ben’s eyes widened in surprise, he wasn’t usually asked, but commanded. Ben knew he could always refuse; Alex had made that clear, but Mistress S’s courtesy, shot a tingle up his spine as he forced his excitement down, and fought to remember his etiquette.

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“If it would please you, Mistress, I would be honored to belong to you.” He was eye level with the small velvet pouch that hung to the side of her waist. He watched in fascination as her delicate hands opened the satchel, and she retrieved a thin silver leash. It was plain and simple in construction but as she clipped it to his collar, he felt like he’d been given gold. “Rise and follow me.” He stood eagerly, and then bit his tongue as Alex leaned forward and lovingly kissed her supple mouth. Jealousy, raging and completely unwarranted, rocked him to his toes but before he could embarrass himself or totally piss her off, she tugged the leash and headed toward the stairs.

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Chapter Three Stacey’s heart raced as she felt Ben’s body heating her back. She breathed slowly, deeply as they climbed the stairs to the second floor. Stacey had her own private room in the Victorian house turned club. A private space filled with everything she enjoyed playing with. She wrapped the leash around her wrist, pulling Ben closer to her. Her pussy was moist as memories of a naked Ben crowded her mind. He remained quiet, but she expected no less. Even if Alex had only trained him for a month, Alex was a stern master. He would have explained the rules of etiquette very clearly and punished Ben accordingly. In fact, now that the shock had worn off, Stacey was surprised Ben had dared to touch her without permission when she’d dropped her glass. Foolishly, she felt a flicker of warmth at the idea that he’d been as driven to touch her as she was to touch him. Stacey stopped in front of the violet colored door that led to her room. Sliding in her specially made key, she opened the door and turned on the light. Stacey smiled. She loved her room. The walls bathed in several shades of purple, her favorite color. She didn’t have a lot of heavy furniture in the room; a large king size bed draped in white and lilac and fresh flowers decorating the room, adding their perfume to a scattering of fat pillar candles made from the finest beeswax. In the corner was a small chest of drawers that housed most of her toys. Along one wall was a leather upholstered table she used on occasion when punishment was necessary. She walked over to a velvet wingback chair and sat, pulling the chain in a downward motion. Ben went to his knees, his whiskey colored eyes cast down waiting for her instruction.

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Stacey carefully blinked back the moisture threatening to flood her eyes. “Do you prefer to be addressed by your name, or shall I simply call you pet?” She kept her voice low, completely different from her normal, bubbly way of speaking. “Ben. I prefer Ben.” “Fine then, Ben. Your safe word is violet.” He nodded his agreement. At this point, Stacey would usually take the time to question her subs, learning their likes and dislikes, what activities they would or would not engage in. However, Alex was training Ben, so Stacey knew most of the answers to those questions. Alex would never have agreed to train someone who was on the fringe of the lifestyle, who practiced the more brutal and bizarre aspects. Slowly turning her body to face Ben, she reached out to touch his face. She wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the familiar texture of his face. Her thumb traced his full bottom lip. Lightly, she scraped her nail down his chin, leaving a delicious pink line against his tight tanned flesh. Hooking her finger into one of his nipple rings, she tugged hard. He groaned and arched into the pain. She rewarded him by twisting the gold ring while pulling it away from his body. He grunted, a familiar and utterly masculine sound of pleasure, and her nipples tightened. She wanted to pull at her own piercing, wanted her lover’s mouth pulling on them, sucking hard. She let go and unclipped the leash. Sitting back carefully she licked her lips. “Stand and remove your clothing, Ben. I want to inspect your body and decide whether or not you please me.” **** Ben rose on unsteady legs and stepped back from his Mistress. She was so fucking lovely. He wanted to fall down at her feet and worship her, protect her, obey her, and pound into her. To make her come so hard that she’d keep him, claim him forever. Instead, he backed up two paces and slowly removed his vest. He let it drop, and enjoyed the way her eyes locked to his chest, tracing the sharply curved muscles of his chest and abs, flickering over the gold hoops piercing his nipples. When she’d gripped his newly pierced flesh, he’d thought he was going to

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die, to shoot in his pants like a boy from the heady sensations that were boiling in his blood. He managed to unbutton his leathers after two fumbling tries, carefully maneuvering the zipper open over his raging erection. He grabbed the waistband on each side and slid them down in one graceful movement, just as he’d been taught. Stepping out of them, he threw them on the floor next to his vest. He wore no underwear and this seemed to please his Mistress. Her tongue slid out, slicking over crimson lips as she moved closer to him. His cock was hard and jutting from his stomach. He sucked in a deep breath as her sharp red nails traced stinging pink paths across his hard abs. “Turn around, Ben, and bend over.” Her voice was so fucking sexy. Low and throaty, it had Ben turning quickly and bending at the waist, imagining other commands she might give. He’d presented himself to other women for inspection, but never with anticipation of their touch. He was dying for her touch, starving for the feel of her hand on him. He jumped as her palm rubbed along the small of his back. “Ben, remain still.” Her voice was softly chiding, the command unmistakable. Ben tried his best not to move. It was damn near impossible as her soft hand leisurely traced his skin. It felt like she was mapping his body. She touched him as if she owned him. Her fingers dipped in the bend of his hips, and he shuddered. He jumped again when her hand smacked his ass. She spanked him again, harder this time. His skin burned, fire spreading outward from the imprint of her hand to flush through his entire body. “I told you to remain still, pet.” “I’m trying, Mistress—it’s just that…” Ben stopped. She took her hand away and he immediately felt bereft. Her touch was giving him pleasure but also something else, something he hadn’t expected to feel. He felt grounded under her hands, a feeling he hadn’t experienced since Stacey had walked out on him. “It’s just what, Ben? There can be no secrets between us if you are going to please me.” That low voice chased away

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memories of lost love, and Ben’s cock throbbed at the dark promise in her words. “Your touch, Mistress. Your touch feels so good it’s fucking killing my control.” Laughter met his confession, and Ben frowned slightly, embarrassed, and clamped his lips together, irritated with himself. He knew better than to give so much of himself this soon. “Ben, my pet, let me worry about how much you can take. We’ll learn how far to push that control.” Ben hissed as he felt a wet finger slide down his ass and press against the dark pucker there. “I only need you to promise that you will do your best to obey my will, and let me worry about the rest.” Her finger pressed slightly inward and Ben pushed back, an eager, automatic response. She laughed again, lightly, and removed her finger. “You’ll do, Ben. You may turn around now. I want you on your knees.”

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Chapter Four Stacey returned to her chair and sat, opening her thighs and pulling up the loose skirt of her dress. She watched Ben’s eyes darken as she revealed more and more flesh. She stopped when she reached her waist. Widening her knees, she exposed her slick folds for Ben to see. She kept herself waxed and smooth, something he’d loved when they were together. He’d spent countless hours between her legs, stroking, licking, and praising the silken folds of her pussy. “Tell me, Ben, what do you see?” She wanted to hear his voice when it went all husky with lust. “Mistress, you’re beautiful,” he whispered as he looked into her eyes. That caught her off guard; she was expecting him to answer her while eyeing her wet cunt. An unwelcome pang sliced her heart. “Ben, look between my thighs,” she mumbled, trying to distract her self from the urge to reach out and take his mouth. She couldn’t kiss him, not now; maybe not at all. Kissing him, making things that personal, would just make it that much harder to walk away when their session was over. Stacey sank back in her chair and slid her fingers along the inside of her thighs. “Come closer, Ben,” she whispered and he moved as close to her as he could get. His arms touching the insides of her thighs, pressing her wider, sent liquid pooling in her sheath. Stacey placed her three-inch high heels on his thighs. He closed his eyes and opened them on a gruff, moaning breath. She opened her slit with two fingers, letting a third finger slide agilely around her clit. Ben’s hands went to her ankles, grasping lightly; she removed her hands and closed her thighs.

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“I didn’t tell you to touch me, pet,” she admonished him with a slight shake of her head. His hands immediately snapped back to his sides. “Touch yourself, instead,” she told him. He blinked at her, and she watched a slight flush blaze across his cheeks. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Ben.” Her hungry gaze shot to his hand as he grabbed the base of his cock. He pulled up hard, and that is when Stacey saw the gold barbell piercing the super sensitive spot just under his thick crown. Her pussy clenched as she imagined rubbing herself along that small gold bar, taking it between her teeth and tugging. Ben had also shaved his body, again, probably obeying Alex’s command, and Stacey loved it. His tanned skin was taut, his balls hard and velvety; his cock looked even bigger than before. She eyed the small bead of liquid that hung on his quivering head, then reached forward and scooped it up on her finger. She traced his lower lip with his own pre-cum, smiling at his instinctive flinch, before sitting back and placing her finger into her own mouth. She savored his slightly bitter essence, remembering just how good he tasted. “Lick your lips for me, Ben, see how good you taste.” He arched a brow and Stacey had to stifle a laugh. “Lick, Ben.” It was a struggle, but she kept her tone flat and hard. He let his tongue travel the length of his lower lip, and Stacey could have come from that action alone. She opened her thighs again. “Come here, Ben, and let your Mistress feel that velvet tongue of yours.” Before the command was all the way out, Ben dropped his butt to his heels, braced his hands on the floor, and dove between her legs, head leading. Stacey had to suppress a moan. He was so beautiful this way. His skin, dull gold in the muted light, stretched like silkvelvet over his perfectly sculpted muscles. His back arched the tiniest bit, swooping in a breathtaking arc to his high, round ass. She wound one hand into his hair and lifted her legs over his shoulders, inviting him deeper.

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Ben had always been so oral when they were together. He’d spent hours worshiping her pussy, giving her orgasm after orgasm with that talented mouth and tongue. He’d spoiled her for any other lover’s mouth. His touch was magic on her swollen flesh. He planted his hands on her inner thighs, and his fingers widened her, tongue zeroing in on her hard little cherry, loving it with the flat of his tongue, sucking it into his mouth; sucking on it as if it was a cock. Stacey held her moans within her; she wanted to scream but refused. When she could find her voice, it was only to instruct him. “Slide your fingers inside of me, pet.” First one, then two thick fingers speared into her clenching sheath. “Yes, Ben, just like that,” she gasped. He crooked them and swiveled until he hit that perfect spot, the one that sent fireworks flashing behind her eyes. “God, yes,” she hissed. “Now move them, and don’t stop until I say.” Her hips surged to greet his mouth; his large fingers stretched her deliciously, moving in time to the strokes of his tongue across her clit. She drew her knees up, giving him better access. The new position drove him further as he overwhelmed her with his mouth and hand. She fisted both hands in his hair, pulling hard as she ground her pussy against his face. Her orgasm ripped free the scream she was holding, her body shook with the force of it. Ben shifted down, pulling his fingers free and spearing her with his tongue, reaching inside to drink every drop of her cum. When the earthquake receded, Stacey pushed Ben away. He sat back on his heels, eyes cast down. Stacey wanted to reach out. She wanted to tell him that she loved him and beg him not to leave her, not to ever let her leave him again. She shook her head, realizing that she, indeed, reached for him. His vulnerability tore at her. Stacey wasn’t cruel, and she couldn’t resist the temptation of his eyes. Cupping his chin in one hand, she lifted his face to meet her gaze. “That was amazing, Ben. You did well.” His smile lit his whole face. He looked like he’d been handed a million dollars, not a vague compliment. She’d never imagined Ben as a submissive, not really. Now seeing how easily and perfectly he

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slipped into the role, Stacey found herself somewhat at a loss. She loved him. She couldn’t just pretend she didn’t, and she couldn’t find the emotional distance that protected her during her play with other men. Stacey stood and moved over to her toy chest, opening the drawers, and buying time. Trying to decide if she wanted to continue this evening or call it quits. **** Ben’s mouth sang with the taste of the woman who had seduced him with her quiet voice and gentle manner. He sat back on his heels and let his arms hang loose at his sides, but all he really wanted to do was hold her, claim her. Hell, what he wanted was to make her claim him. She would think he was nuts if he told her that he was hers for as long as she wanted him. That he would crawl through fire for her touch, for her smile. Undoubtedly, she’d be right. It was nuts, but there was something about her, something that made the back of his neck itch. She was a stranger to him, and yet, he’d never felt so connected to another person in his life. He watched her stoop gracefully to examine and discard various toys from a small wooden chest. He couldn’t figure it out. Alex’s stories had captured his imagination, sure, but those stories alone shouldn’t have been enough to tie his heart in as many knots as she’d tied his dick. She wasn’t his usual type, either. She was rounder, softer; she didn’t wear leather or stilettos. Her room wasn’t stark black, red, or white. Instead, it bathed in soft, muted colors that soothed, and held very little equipment. He watched her pull out a leather cock ring, and his dick jumped in response. He loved the snug feeling of his cock restrained. She pulled out a small rubber ring as well; he knew that would go around his balls. She motioned him over to her, and he went eagerly, basking in her surprised approval when he crawled slowly toward her. He bit back a groan as she wrapped the leather cock-ring around him. Those tiny, soft hands were turning him inside out, taking him apart one inch at a time. She managed to secure the cock ring and the one for his balls entirely too fast, he wanted her hands wrapped around his shaft.

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“On your knees, pet. Face the wall.” Ben complied; his knees were on a piece of cut stone, uncomfortable, but not enough to take his mind off the taste of her cum, or the thought of her hands on his dick. “Raise your arms.” Each command sent a shiver of anticipation through him. With each command, she was preparing him, positioning him for her pleasure, and her pleasure created his pleasure. When he’d raised his arms, she placed each wrist in a leather cuff. The cuffs secured to the ceiling by chains. She pushed a button and the chains slowly began to pull his arms upward, stretching him until he poised on his knees, tension singing pleasantly through each taut muscle. Then, and only then, did she hit another button, locking the chains and leaving him stretched along the wall, unable to really move the top half of his body. She moved away from him, and he could hear, but not see, her digging around in her toy-chest. He closed his eyes as he listened to her heels click against the tile of the floor. Then he felt her at his back, and she was naked. Her large breasts nestled between his shoulder blades as she knelt behind him and slid her hands around his chest. “So, Ben, you enjoy being at a woman’s mercy?” Her voice tickled his ear. “Yes, Mistress.” Goosebumps burst on every square inch of his skin as he felt familiar leather thongs sliding over his abdomen. He hadn’t even noticed her holding the flogger. “Would you like to be flogged by me, Ben?” “If it pleases you, Mistress.” He managed the correct answer, but it came out on a strangled gasp that would have earned him more punishment than pleasure from, Master Alex. Her hand knotted in his hair, and she yanked his head back sharply, laying her smooth cheek against his. A dark thrill shot down his spine as he realized that she had him completely under her control, mind, body, and cock. “I did not ask if it would please me, Ben. I know what pleases me. I asked if it would please you to feel my flogger on your skin.”

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Ben didn’t answer for a moment—he couldn’t. No Mistress had ever asked him what pleased him. His pleasure derived by making his Mistress happy, and no Mistress had ever shown the slightest desire to know if what she was doing was making him happy. Fuck if all the blood hadn’t left his brain to fill his cock, he was thinking in circles. Simply speaking, he gave her the only answer he could, the only answer he knew how to give. “It pleases me to obey you. I exist to serve your wishes.”

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Chapter Five Stacey wanted to scream in frustration. Instead, she bit his ear, digging her small teeth into the soft flesh of his lobe. He sighed and leaned into her bite. She released him and pulled back “Quit giving me the fucking answer you’d find in BDSM 101, Ben, and give me your honesty. Do you want to feel my flogger on your back?” Ben leaned forward, resting his forehead against the wall and shaking his head. Stacey was having none of it. She’d recognized, long before he’d used that gifted tongue on her, that while he had some training, he was modeling his reactions after information easily accessible from the internet or any of the millions of books about the lifestyle that were available to the interested novice. Alex had taught him the basics, but she wasn’t Alex. She didn’t want the basics. Stacey wanted more, she wanted it from Ben, and she wanted it now. She knelt behind him, pulling him against her, wrapping her arms around his torso. “Tell me, Ben. Tell me what you want. Do you need to be taken by your Mistress?” He still refused to answer; the tension in his shoulder was rock solid. Stacey reached her hand down and wrapped his cockhead with her palm, causing him to buck against her. Her grip tightened, drawing a hiss from between his clenched teeth. With her other hand, she ran the handle of the flogger between his ass cheeks. He clenched around the handle, a tide of red flooding up his neck, singing the tops of his ears. “Tell me, Ben. Tell me what you need. What do you need to give to me,” she cooed in his ear. His shoulders trembled, and Stacey almost retreated, almost walked out the door and left him alone—almost.

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“Ben,” she breathed, and his head shot up. “Fuck me.” His voice was a ragged whisper, so low Stacey barely caught the needy words. “Who fuck you, Ben? Why fuck you?” She was relentless; he needed her to be. He needed to give over all of his fear, anger, and restraint. She couldn’t give him the ultimate pleasure if he wouldn’t admit he wanted it. “Dammit...you. I need you to fuck me. I need you to take me, to make me yours.” His voice was gruff, raw sounding, desperate. “Fuck, is that what you need to hear?” Stacey didn’t even try to stem her tears, though she pulled far enough away that he wouldn’t feel them wetting his back. This was the real Ben, not a man playing a role, but a man in need. She was going to fill that need as he filled the need in her. She placed her lips on his neck, and he stiffened. “That’s what I needed to hear, pet.” “I think I hate you,” he choked out. Stacey rubbed his chest, his stomach, ran the flat of her tongue along the tops of his shoulders. “That’s okay, Ben,” she whispered against his damp skin. “Sometimes, I hate myself too.” **** Ben was on the verge of tears; real, painful, soul ripping tears. This woman had crawled inside of him and pulled out his one unspoken desire, the one taboo he’d never broken, but had dreamed of. Ben wanted the feel of a woman at his back, on top of him, taking him, giving him the release he desperately craved. None of his other Mistresses had guessed it; even Master Alex seemed completely unaware of Ben’s hidden obsession. How had she seen it so clearly in such a short time? He felt the cool liquid lubricant she was drizzling on the base of his spine, sliding silkily down his crack, the sensation making his cock jump and grow. Her finger dipped inside of him, and he relaxed into her touch. She took her time as she opened him up, first with one finger then two and finally three. Women before her had used toys on his ass, but none had ever taken such care to stretch him, to prepare him.

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She removed her fingers, replacing them with something harder, larger. “I’m going to take you, Ben,” she whispered. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve always dreamed.” Ben felt the rubber head of the strap-on as she pressed the tip to his ass. She wrapped one arm around his chest, tugging lightly at his nipple-ring. “Relax back into me, Ben. When I move, you push back.” Ben nodded, in the grip of a dark, forbidden lust. He was terrified. He was thrilled. He was so fucking turned on that he might shoot all over the wall before she even got the damned thing in. She pushed the head against his asshole, and the tight muscles instinctively resisted. “Relax, pet,” she whispered in his ear, before giving the lobe a sharp nip, then licking the sting away. Ben breathed deeply and let out a slow breath, pushing out as she moved the head in without stopping. A low growl built in his chest, forcing its way between his clenched teeth. He felt as if being ripped in two. Then the toy breached the tight ring of muscles with an almost audible pop, and she began to shift it slowly back and forth, no force, only small movements, stretching him for her. The strap-on was a hell of a lot bigger than any vibrator or plug he’d ever taken. She increased her movements once she was able to move in and out more easily. The pain bled into a dark pleasure that increased tenfold. She was rubbing along nerves that lit his entire body and soon had him pushing back into her thrusts. Sweat popped out on his brow and his cuffed hands clenched. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled. She continued to move slowly and easily, making him crazed for…“More…I need more.” It ripped his guts out to beg, but she purred against his sweat-slick back. “Ben, you were made to be taken.” Her words sent a flashfire of sensation along his body, streaking heat lightning over his chest and belly, banding fire around his cock. He wished she would have ended that statement with by me—taken by me. Even

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that thought was driven from his head as she increased the pace, taking him harder, faster. Her arm slid back around his waist, flattening against his abdomen before sliding down to tug at the band confining his balls. “Oh, God, Mistress. I can’t hold on. Not if you keep touching me.” His voice was ragged as he closed his eyes tight, drowning in a maelstrom of lust. “But you will hold on, won’t you, Ben?” She licked the words against his neck, nipped them into his flesh, and he couldn’t hold back a strangled cry when she flicked loose the leather strap from his cock. “Such a good, pet,” she panted against him, her hot breath painting liquid fire over his skin. She plunged into him; he grunted at the pain then groaned at the diabolical pleasure as she pulled out. He moved into her pounding, imagining how it must look, his back flexing in time to her dancing hips. The vision just heaped coal on the fire already consuming him. She wrapped her hand around his engorged cock, and he jerked. “Oh, fuck yes,” he hissed. “Yes, yes, yes.” She pressed herself to his back, one hand jerking him roughly, the other pulling first at one nipple ring then the other. He felt his body arch against her, felt himself bow into a painful, ecstatic arch, electrified by pleasure. Her mouth opened on his neck, and she whispered against his damp flesh. “Cum.” His bellow echoed throughout the room as he shot his release over her hand and onto the wall. Over and over, she pumped him, pulling out more cum than he thought he had. Pulling out, it seemed; his very soul. When he was spent, she pulled slowly out of him, sending starbursts over nerves he’d thought were totally blown. He grunted and twitched, and she stroked a comforting hand over his belly before moving away. Ben couldn’t think, couldn’t move. He was a fucking goner; this woman owned him, body and soul. She knew what he needed and gave it to him, demanding his honesty no matter how difficult it was for him to voice his desires. He wanted to be hers,

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for however long she would have him. Ben had never begged a woman to be with him, not even the woman he’d loved so long ago. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.

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Chapter Six Stacey made quick work of putting everything in a bin to wash and sanitize later. Her body trembled with every step she took, and there was no hope of finding her control, of taming the myriad of emotions screaming inside of her. Ben. Her beautiful, wonderful Ben had allowed her to take him, take them both on a journey of desire and need beyond her darkest, hottest fantasies. Stacey wasn’t willing to leave this room without Ben knowing the absolute truth. If he walked away, then so be it, but it wouldn’t be because she didn’t try. She released him from his bonds and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Come here, Ben. We need to talk.” She watched him as he crawled over to her. He moved with the liquid grace of a jungle cat, his tight muscles bulging with every movement of arm and leg. He reached her, sitting at her feet and resting his head against her thigh. She lifted her hand to brush a stray lock that had fallen onto his forehead. “Mistress, I need to tell you something…” Stacey cut him off, placing her finger to his lips. “Soon, Ben, you may tell me whatever you choose, but first, I have something to ask you.” He nodded and laid his head back in her lap. “Master Alex told me you’d been unable to connect with any Mistress.” It hadn’t really been a question, but he responded as if it had. “There was something missing with each of them.” He lifted his head and met her eyes, his own brimming with emotion. “The women, my Mistresses, they could touch my body, but they never came anywhere near my mind.”

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Stacey gritted her teeth at the thought of any other woman as Mistress to her Ben, and nodded for him to go on. “Master Alex, he touched my mind but, as good looking as he is,” Ben flashed an irreverent grin that had her smiling back, in spite of herself, “he didn’t do a thing for me sexually.” Ben relaxed fully against her, and she realized with some surprise she’d been running her fingers through his damp, silky hair. “It wasn’t until you that everything came together.” He didn’t look up, but she felt his smile against her leg. “You rocked my world, physically, but you looked deeper. Hell, Mistress S, you reached in and grabbed my fucking soul.” He did look up now, casting a molten look from under his brows. “I’ve had Mistresses,” he finally said. “But until you, no Mistress has ever had me.” He shifted back on his haunches and leaned down to press his lips to the fragile skin on the top of her foot. “If you’ll have me, Mistress, I’ll belong to you forever.” Stacey couldn’t speak for a moment, couldn’t force words past the huge lump of her heart, lodged in her throat. “Ben,” she finally managed. “Have you ever been in love?” She didn’t know what the hell she was doing. There wasn’t a right answer he could give—or so she thought. “I have,” he said quietly, even sadly. “I lied to her, and to myself, about who I was and what I needed. She could sense that I was holding back from her, and it drove her away.” He looked at the floor and rasped, “I hurt her, and I’ll always regret it.” His eyes shot up to lock on hers. “I won’t make that mistake again, Mistress.” Stacey drew a deep breath and nodded. “Thank you for your honesty, Ben. Your trust means so much to me, and I’ve done nothing to earn it.” He moved to protest, but she hushed him. Gently, she guided him to sit next to her on the bed. Beneath his questioning stare, she reached behind her, pulling off the mask, and revealing herself to him. He looked at her for a full minute. His face was like stone as he took her in from head to toe.

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“No, no you’re not her,” He said, and he moved back an inch. “You look a little like her, but your not her. She wasn’t a…” “Plus sized dominatrix?” He snarled at her attempted humor and reached behind him to yank at the collar. “Don’t you make fun of me,” he seethed, breaking her heart. “Ben, stop it. I’m not making fun of anyone but myself. God, you’re so much braver than I am.” The lump in her throat swelled, and she trailed off. He finally worked the collar loose and jerked it off before rising to pace the room. “Why? Dammit, Stacey, why didn’t you ever tell me?” He wouldn’t even look at her as he played with the leather collar. “How could I tell you, Ben?” Her guilt was bleeding into familiar, sick anger. “You’d made it clear that the idea of a man being dominated by a woman was completely disgusting to you.” “What the hell are you talking about?” He spun to face her, flinched as if even the sight of her was painful to him, and turned away again. “Ben, we watched that movie where the woman was a Domme and you spent the whole damned time going on and on about how her lover was nuts for being with her.” “What movie?” He suddenly faced her again, an arrested look on his face. “That Madonna thing?” She nodded dejectedly, and then Ben did the one thing Stacey never counted on; He laughed—a side splitting, belly laugh. “Oh, Fuck, Stace. I wasn’t referring to her being a Domme. I was talking about her being such a bitch.” Her eyes widened, and he laughed even harder. She smiled, which turned into a laugh, and soon she was laughing as hard as he was. Ben moved back to stand before her, catching her chin and tipping her face up to his. “We really managed to fuck up something pretty fantastic, didn’t we?” he asked gently, and she nodded. He dropped to his knees, cupping her cheek in his hand. Stacey put her hand over his, holding the caress. “So, can we fix it?” she finally asked, laying her heart on the line.

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“I want to, Stace. I’ve missed you so fucking much, baby.” “Ben, I’ve missed you too.” He leaned in, and she melted into his kiss; their first of the night; their first with no lies between them. Time seemed to stand still as they ate hungrily of each other. Ben’s tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her, his teeth nibbled at her bottom lip. He pushed her back against the bed, Stacey laughed as she tried to catch her breath. Ben was already hard again, prodding her belly. “Hold it there, pet.” She yelped as his mouth found her neck, “I’m in charge, remember, you no longer get to top me.” Ben released her and stood up, and long-held fear stabbed at Stacey. He was going to leave. Thankfully, he didn’t leave. He dropped to his knees before her. Grabbing the collar from the floor, he placed it in her hands. “I love you, Stacey, and I’m yours to do with as you please.” His gentle eyes bore into her. Stacey placed the collar around his neck, securing the buckle in place. “I will buy you a better one, Ben.” “Just don’t ever let me go, Stacey, don’t ever let me go.” He reached for her again, and this time as they kissed, Stacey let her tears fall; She realized she had been given everything her heart ever desired. She had the love of her life, and he shared her passions and desires. It was just the icing on the cake when, much later that night, he murmured into her hair, “You know, the thing that bitchy Dom-chick did with the candle wax was pretty fucking hot…”

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About the Author Violet Summers is a married mother of three beautiful children, including one set of twins, one rambunctious puppy, and one husband, except when she’s a single mom of one spoiled teenaged God-child, three spoiled kitties, and two spoiled, elderly parents. Both of Violet’s personalities are very busy! No, Violet has not suffered a psychotic break yet (though she may after dealing with creating web-pages and MySpace accounts). Violet is actually the writing team of Sierra Summers and Violet Johnson. Violet Summers writes in a variety of genres, from contemporary to paranormal; from soft BDSM to fantasy. The two things all her stories have in common is their deeply emotional stories and their scorching erotic love scenes. Sierra and VeeJay love to hear from their readers. You can contact them at [email protected].

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