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Vin

Emotions flit across her expressive face, giving me everything I need from her. She’s afraid, confused, upset. But she’s also reconciling herself to me. I can see it in her submissive pose. The way she gazes up at me as though I’m some kind of magician. The anger has drained out of her. Now she’s just fearful and desperate. Easy emotions to deal with.

I knew the moment she left the bed. Felt the dip in the mattress. Years of working on call, snatching a few hours of sleep whenever I could has trained me to wake up at the slightest disturbance. I’d nearly laughed out loud when she handcuffed me to the bed. Smart, foolhardy little thing. But that’s my Cadence. Always thinking ahead. Overthinking things. Soon she’ll realize she can get out of the cuffs herself. I have releases on all of my equipment, for safety.

I want to gather her in my arms, kiss away the confusion I see written there. But it’s too soon. We’re making leaps into my plan. She’s submitting far faster than I’d dreamed, showing me that forcing her hand was the right choice. Cadence needs this. Needs my guidance. She’s beautiful, independent. A career woman. These are not things I want to interfere with. But she needs a firm hand helping her out. Needs a solid chest at her back. She needs me.

I step toward her, until my knees are nearly touching her head. “What do you think I should do with you, Cadence?” I decide to give her the opportunity to choose her own punishment. She hates this. Cadence prefers the loss of control. Prefers decisions be taken from her when she’s submitting. Not this time. This time I need her to decide her fate. To take a step closer to the life I’m forcing on her.

Her shoulders stiffen and she doesn’t look up when she says, “I think my punishment should be a hearty breakfast and a phone call… Master.”

I chuckle. Her sense of humour is something that’s always attracted me. “Try again, sweetheart.”

She sighs, her shoulders slumping a little. She looks to the side, her eyes scanning the dungeon. They settle on the cross and she bites her lip. It scares her. It’s big and harsh looking. But it also fascinates her. I can tell by the light of curiosity in her eyes.

“The cross,” she finally says.

“What about it?” I push her to describe a punishment. Not really a punishment. She wants the things I can give her. A real punishment would be to take away the toys, the touching, the beating. Maybe one day she’ll earn a real punishment. But for now, I can’t fault her for trying to leave, though I might wish it otherwise.

“You can whip me on the cross.” The words seem to drag reluctantly from her, but I know better. She wants to be whipped on the cross. I can tell by the little squirm to her butt as she contemplates her ‘punishment.’

“Say it properly.” I keep my voice deliberately cool though we both know I’d love to whip her on the cross. She made a good choice. She’s in training, she needs to follow the rules.

“Can you please whip me on the cross, Master.” Her voice is free of defiance. I hear only curiosity, acceptance and a hint of hear.

“Of course,” I agree. “But before I do that, you need one other thing. Stand and go to the spanking bench. Bend over it and grasp the bar.”

She does exactly what I say without me having to manhandle her. Maybe she’s given up the idea of resistance for now. Maybe she wants what I’m about to give. Doesn’t matter. I’m pleased with her acquiescence. She does hesitate when she reaches the bench, glances at me over her shoulder. Her face is a mask of conflicting emotions.

“Bend over.” I give her the command again.

She does. Stretching her body over the bench and reaching for the bar on the other side. Her ass is pointed up at me now. I run my fingers lightly over the bruises littering her pale skin. Goosebumps follow the path as I touch her and she moves her ass restlessly. She’s so fucking responsive. So perfect.

I walk away, going back to the chest. I pull the top drawer open and grab the lube and a butt plug. It isn’t very big. Cadence still has a virgin ass, though I’ll be taking that very soon. I don’t want it to hurt her though. Despite her tendency for masochism, I want her to enjoy anal sex when it finally happens.

Her breathing has become harsh when I approach. Her head is twisted to the side and her eyes are glued to the butt plug. She’s always refuses to allow me near her ass, despite admitting to curiosity. She’s afraid that it will be messy, that it’ll hurt. I put the tip against her lips, urging her mouth open. She takes it inside, sucking on it for a second, moaning a little. Her lashes sweep up and she looks at me as she licks and sucks the instrument I’m about to insert in her ass. My cock jerks in response.

I pull it gently from her lips, tapping it against her chin before trailing it over her shoulder, down her back and resting it against her ass cheek. She shivers in response. This time, when she looks over her shoulder, her eyes are lit up with curiosity, most of the fear forgotten. I open the lube and squeeze some out on my finger. She tenses when I touch her tiny puckered hole. Her brain is warring with what she wants.

“Relax, Cadence,” I warn.

“I’m trying,” she snaps.

“Watch your tone,” I growl at her, pushing my finger against the bud of her anus. She’s still tense, but it doesn’t matter. The lube allows me to slide my finger partway in. Her ass swallows me up, so fucking hot and tight. She stays frozen for a moment, still gazing at me over her shoulder. She’s chewing on her bottom lip, thinking, feeling. Then she wiggles her ass a little, experimentally. Such a good girl.

I push my finger all the way in, filling her. She gasps and her eyes darken, taking on a dreamy look as she processes the sensation.

“What are you feeling, Cadence?” I want to know what she’s experiencing as she experiences it. I also need to know if this is too much. I can force her compliance but I will never hurt her.

“I feel… tight.” Her voice sounds strained but there is still underlying passion. Something Cadence has never been good at hiding. When she’s experiencing pleasure she loses her inhibitions, becoming an enthusiastic participant to most anything I demand.

“What else?” I dig my finger in, pressing my palm firmly against her ass as I do it. She gasps again and presses her hips forward against the bench, trying to ease the pressure. I follow, wiggling my finger inside her, loosening her.

“I feel full!” she says, her expression still hazy as she concentrates.

“Painful?” I ask.

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