Page 6 of Over the Line

She fidgeted then replied, “If you insisted, I’d try it.”

“No one has claimed your ass?” he asked, stunned.

“No.”

That he would be the first to place something up there made his erection press even harder against his jeans. He wanted to readjust his cock, but he reminded himself to focus on her. There were a few other things he needed to know before they got started. “Handcuffs?”

“Any kind of bondage,” she said.

“I haven’t lassoed a woman… Yet.”

Her eyes widened. “Sounds interesting.”

Michael was glad he’d ignored Gregorio’s advice. The thought of dragging a helpless Sydney toward him was a thrill. If she were barefoot and naked, it would be all the better. “I’m gathering you’re open to sex.”

“Like I said, I have protection with me. In assorted sizes. In addition to having nothing communicable, I’m on birth control. Anything else you need to know?”

“That will cover it,” he responded wryly. “Likewise, I have a clean bill of health, but I also believe in exercising caution. We’ll use condoms.”

When he said nothing else, she flipped her hair and turned away, heading toward the house.

“Where do you think you’re going, Sydney?”

She stopped and looked over her shoulder. With a puzzled frown, she said, “Inside.” After dampening her lips, she added, “I thought that was what you wanted.”

“Did I say so?”

“No.” She returned to stand in front of him. “I apologize.”

“I’m going to spank you over there.” He nodded toward a short metal fence in the distance.

It bordered the grassy area beyond the horseshoe pits, far enough away that they’d have some privacy. Still, since it was lit by numerous solar lights and torches, anyone who wanted to watch could.

She glanced around, and he waited patiently.

A small group had gathered on one side of the firepit. Some stood around high tables. Elsewhere, a woman sat on a porch swing while her male sub licked her boot.

Another evening at the Den.

“I think you need reminding that I prefer to be called Master Michael or Sir. When we play together, Sydney, I make the rules. I will be sure you understand them and agree with them, but once that happens, they will be enforced. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Do you agree to address me respectfully?”

“I do, Sir.”

“Good.” Satisfied, he nodded. “Please pull your dress up to your waist.”

She couldn’t have taken more time, but he didn’t complain. Watching her obey his wishes was its own reward. Sydney was softness and sensuality wrapped in a beautiful package.

“Ah,” he said when she was exposed to him. “Such a pretty little pussy. I like that it’s shaved.” He looked at her expectantly.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Interesting—since he’d drawn harsher boundaries, she seemed softer, more compliant. “Please put your hands behind your neck and bring your chest forward.”

Once she had, she asked, “Would you like me to take the dress off entirely, Sir?”

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