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“Thank you, Sir,” she whispers.

I hold out my hand. “Stand up.” Without hesitation, she takes my hand and stands up. I lead her over to my St. Andrew’s Cross. “I’m only going to restrain your arms for now, but if at any time you need to slow down, what do you say?”

She looks up at me. “I say yellow, Sir.”

“Good, and when you need to stop?”

“Red,” Britain says, “Sir.”

I move her until her back is against the padding on the middle of it. First, I grab her right wrist and bring it above her head. I wrap the padded leather around her wrist and secure it. Her breathing speeds up, and I can see her carotid throb beneath her skin.

I lean in, kissing her softly. “You’re doing so good, baby.” I smile inside as she melts against me. “I’m going to leave your other arm free for now. I just want you to get used to the feel of it. Tell me how you’re doing?”

“I’m nervous, but good, Sir.” I kiss her again, opening her mouth with mine, and I moan as our tongues dance. Britain’s gotten more confident when we kiss. She grabs onto me with her free hand, but I grab it by the wrist and pin it above her head.

I pull back slightly. “I’m going to touch you a little bit more now, okay?”

She nods as she says, “Okay.”

I begin to kiss her again, but don’t spend much time on her lips before I begin to travel down her chin. Britain moans as my lips move down to her neck, taking my time to kiss every inch of skin. I nip at her earlobe, and her breath catches in her throat. I nibble at the tender skin of her neck until I reach her chest.

My lips travel across the tops of her breasts, and her smell is intoxicating. She squirms against me as I bite and suck at her peaches-and-cream skin. My hand travels down her flat stomach and down to her panties. I cup her pussy over the silky material and can feel the heat coming from it and the wetness in the crotch of her panties.

I look up at her. “Can I make you come?”

She nods. “Yes, please.”

Britain forgot the “Sir,” but this is all new to her, so I’ll take it easier on her. I begin to rub her pussy through her panties, and her breathing speeds up. She twists her hips as she begins moaning. She’s trying to grind against my fingers. I pull back and she whimpers. “I decide when you come, not you. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

My lips slowly attack her neck as I begin to rub her clit through her panties. Her body trembles as she fights her natural response to move. This girl has got some inner strength that makes me so fucking proud. I kiss and lick down her neck until I reach where her neck meets her shoulder. As I apply more pressure to her clit, I bite her tender skin, and in seconds she’s moaning long and loud.

I kiss back up her neck, and with my lips against her ear I whisper, “That’s it, baby. Fuck me, you’re amazing.” I slow my ministrations, let go of the wrist I have shackled with my hand, and cup her face. Her breath tickles my face as she pants.

Once she’s got her breathing under control, her lips tip up into a breathtaking smile. “That was awesome,” Britain whispers. I know I should let it slide, but I shouldn’t let things slide while she trains.

I raise my brow. “Did I say you could speak?”

She lowers her face. “Sorry, Sir.”

“That’s okay. You’re very, very new at this, but you came beautifully for me.” I stroke her cheek with my thumb. Her cheeks turn the sweetest shade of pink. I kiss her slowly before reaching up and unbuckling the strap around her other wrist.

I pull Britain toward me, and as I stare into her gray eyes with their little flecks of gold, something significant but undefinable seems to happen between us. Her pupils dilate and her body flushes. Warmth spreads through me and my dick is so hard right now. My control keeps trying to slip, but I remain strong. I deserve a goddamn medal for my restraint right now, because my body is screaming to fuck her.

Wrapping my arms around her, I hug her to my chest. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

She pulls her head back and looks up at me. “I could eat.”

“Change back into your clothes, and I’ll go down and see if there’s anything to eat. Okay?”

Britain smiles. “Yeah, that sounds good.” I kiss her once more before heading downstairs, praying for my cock to deflate. I adjust my dick when I get into the kitchen, and know that I’m going to have to start jerking off more. This week is going to be torture, but worth it.

While I wait for her, I heat the oven and throw a frozen pizza in. She joins me a few minutes later, walking right to me. “Are you doing okay?”

“I am,” she says as she nods.

“I’m sure you’ve read about aftercare, and we didn’t really do it tonight—that’ll be for when we scene and I get you into subspace. For now, I just want you to get used to following what I say to do, and getting familiar with my touch.” I pick her up and set her on the counter before moving between her legs. “Do you have any questions?”

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