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No, when he came back, he was going to have to deal with a sexually frustrated brat who needed her Master to take her in hand.

Chapter17

Diann and Julen

“Kneel.”

Diann took a breath, releasing it slowly as she tried to dispel the tension from her body.

Julen approached, stopping in front of her, but not standing between her legs the way he had when he’d kissed her.

“Do you need help stepping into the scene?”

Normally, no.Normally she was ready to submit in any and every way, starting the moment she walked out of the Subs’ Garden.

“Yes.Please.”

“Hard or soft?”

The cool, firm tone of his voice made her feel floaty and submissive.His Dom voice alone was enough, but she wanted to know what he’d do.“Hard.”

Julen gripped her by the back of the neck, grabbing her shockingly fast.He jerked her off the table and she fell against him.His other hand came around her, steadying her, and she leaned harder against him.

Then he forced her down.She resisted, just a little, enough so she felt his strength, his power, as he put her on her knees.

Master Morton didn’t stop there, forcing her forward, until her forehead touched the cold concrete of the floor.He held her there, and Diann sighed, sliding deep into her subspace, that blessed place where she was both free and caged.

Diann stretched her arms out in front of her on the floor, turning her palms up.Master Morton held her down, his grip hard as steel.

But his thumb was stroking the sensitive spot under her ear, a small, secret caress.

She shivered and spread her knees as she assumed the full “humble” position.

“Thank you, Master Morton.”Her words were muffled against the floor.

When he tugged her up to a kneeling position, Diann was deeper in her submission than she had been since she was with Peter.It was shocking, and shouldn’t have happened this fast.

But there was no denying they had a connection that defied the logic that dictated they were essentially strangers.

Diann laid her hands on her thighs, palms up.Master Morton held up two stress balls, one white, one yellow.

“From this moment on, you are not allowed to speak without my permission.”

She looked up and nodded once.

“You may, of course, speak if you need to use your safe word.However, if you need to signal for a pause or because you need something else, you use these.”He bent and placed the balls carefully into her hands.She curled her fingers around them, squeezing.“Drop or throw yellow for pause and white for help or stop.”

Again, Diann nodded.

“Stand.”

He helped her to her feet and then led her over to the stocks.Diann knew this was coming, but her heart still fluttered and pounded as they approached.The stocks were wood, the circular cut outs for neck and wrists padded with black vinyl.

Master Morton gripped her by the back of the neck, and the moment he touched her, the pace of her heartbeat evened out.

“Try and stick your hand through.”He pointed to one of the smaller wrist holes.

Diann was able to wiggle her hand into the hole, then back out, even though she was holding the stress ball, which she’d been able to compress down.Master Morton nodded as if that confirmed something he already thought.

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