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  Still holding her head captive, he twisted his body around.

  He presented his buttocks, lean and hard. She kissed eagerly; there was no degradation in the act but rather joy, pure and proud.

  "Lick,” he ordered.

  Stephanie spread her tongue over her master's ass, smooth skin over taut muscle. She paid him homage, letting him know she did understand slavery, and she was ready to proceed.

  Satisfied, he bent her head back. “Slavery isn't a game,” he said. “It's playful, it's fun and it's consensual. But it's very real."

  "I really do want to be your girl, Master,” said Steffy, speaking with a certainty that only grew with each passing second. “I want you to control my body. I want you to use me, punish me and own me."

  "There's a lot you don't know,” he said, much gentler than last night and without accusation.

  "I beg you to teach me, Master."

  "I don't know if I'm ready,” he said.

  The admission touched her deeply. She wished she could see his face, so she could read the pain and help.

  "Master, you don't have to be ready,” she said. “You already own me. Just be yourself and that will be enough."

  He chuckled. “How did you get to be so wise?"

  "You've been helping me grow beyond my years, for a long time now."

  "We've barely seen each other in ages, how can that be?"

  "Because I've been in love with you since I was a kid, Master."

  He pulled her to her feet. His kiss claimed her mouth. She yielded with a moan as he plundered with his tongue. Her sex throbbed. She pushed her body forward, seeking his. He was still dressed. His clothing rubbed her skin, making her feel all the more like his slut and pet.

  An impulse rose from within, wickedly indulgent and self-deprecating.

  "May I kiss your feet, Master?"

  John released her, allowing her to sink to the floor. She pressed her lips to the leather, kissing. At once she pressed her lips and then began to run her tongue up and down, over the surface, cleaning his shoes.

  "Lie on your back, girl,” he ordered at last.

  "Yes, Master.” She lowered herself, feeling with her hands. She spread wide, legs far apart as they could go.

  "Lift your pussy."

  She tensed her buttocks, raising them off the floor.

  "I want to whip you,” he said.

  "Yes, Master.” She steeled herself, sensing the importance, not to mention the pain.

  "Then I want to fuck you,” he declared.

  "Yes, Master."

  He removed the blindfold from her eyes. “I want your consent. I want to hear the words."

  It took just a moment to adjust. The first thing her eyes beheld was him, his steady presence, wanting, needing ... loving?

  "Master, please whip me,” she said without hesitation.

  "Whip my pussy,” he clarified.

  "Yes ... my pussy."

  The whip sliced through the air. She could hear the thin leather; she could practically feel it already.

  "You are so beautiful,” he marveled. “Stephanie, what are you doing in my life?"

  "I'm here to be whipped,” she smiled. “And fucked."

  The leather slashed down across her pelvis. She cried out from the pain, collapsing back to the floor.

  Adrenaline surged through her, along with a sense of deep pride in enduring this for him.

  "Ass up,” he ordered.

  She resumed her position, teeth gritted, sweat on her forehead.

  He struck her again. She moaned in pain, a pain mixed with the sharp, intense pleasure of stimulation across her labia. She'd never felt anything like this in her life. “M—master ... what are you doing to me?"

  "Training you,” he said.

  "Y—yes, Master."

  He whipped her again. “You are mine."

  "I'm yours, Master."

  "You will obey me in all things sexual."

  "I will, Master."

  "You will be my sex slave."

  "Oh, yes, Master."

  "Tell me what you need, beg to be used."

  "Master,” she groaned. “Use your slave's pussy."

  "Cup your breasts now,” he ordered. “Squeeze your nipples."

  She did so, even as he began to drop his clothes, draping them over her ankles.

  "Yes, Master,” she cried in anticipation. “I want it, hot and naked, your body pounding me..."

  He fell on top of her, slamming his cock home. He sank his teeth into her neck. She felt the shock waves, a torrent to ride. Holding on, she wrapped her legs around his ass, locking her ankles.

  He took hold of her wrists, pinning them down on either side of her head. A winch couldn't free her from that kind of grip.

  The soft fur beneath cushioned her pliant body. They were skin to skin, the heat of them communicating volumes. He lowered his head to her breast, trapping the rubbery nipple between his teeth. She writhed beneath him, at once trapped and free.

  "You will not come without permission."

  Steffy whimpered at his glorious cruelty. “Yes, Master."

  "If you do, you will be punished."

  "Yes, Master,” she breathed. “I will try to obey."

  He grinned, making it impossible with his long thrusts and his teasing kisses to her neck.

  She moaned, vanquished, her body betraying her shattered will; his plaything, that's all she was.

  "M—master,” she felt the shock waves overcome her. “I can't ... help it."

  "Bad girl,” he crooned, sounding quite pleased with himself. “You'll definitely pay for this. Remember what I said? About holding the nickels to the wall, with your nose and breasts?"

  Did she remember? How could she ever forget?

  An explosion came from so deep. She'd never felt so helpless. Orgasms within orgasms, a catapulting into air too thin too breathe.

  "You like that idea, don't you, my little angel? Maybe I will fuck you from behind at the same time."

  "P—please, Master..."

  What was she begging for? She didn't even know. Did she want him to stop or to never stop?

  John pulled himself from her pussy, his hard on intact.

  What hope did she have when a man had that kind of self control.

  He moved down her body and she almost screamed as he put his tongue inside her. No man had ever given her oral pleasure. His hands molded her breasts, every bit of resistance was gone, she'd had a million volts of sexual energy pass through her and he was intent on delivering a million more.

  Death by orgasm; was it possible?

  His tongue a little weapon, a devious mini-cock that knew all the places to go; it owned her, he owned her. She didn't know her body could do this. Had he been given some manual she'd missed out on? The Proper Use and Torment of Stephanie Hayes? Enslaving Steffy For Dummies?

  She begged for mercy, beyond tears, beyond pleading.

  She began to laugh, hysterical.

  "It's settled,” he declared suddenly, taking her in his arms.

  "What's ... settled?” She could barely get the words out.

  His eyes were fierce and playful, depthless and infinite as the sea. “I, John Cupid am officially smitten with you."

  Her heart soared. “Is that all, Master?” she asked coquettishly.

  "Wench,” he growled.

  "Yes?” she teased.

  "You want to hear the words, don't you?"

  "Please, Sir."

  "Fine. I love you."

  "You don't have to make it sound like a disease."

  "Why not? It's going to get me in enough trouble,” John declared.

  "I can handle my brother, if that's what you mean."

  "It's not Carl I'm worried about, it's me."

  "You?” She giggled. “Big tough John Cupid afraid of a little slave girl?"

  "You're not any little slave girl; you're a she devil. Hell, I think I am going to sponsor you for law school, you'd make mincemeat of any opposing attorney."


  "I will keep my debate skills sharp with you alone, thank you very much,” she countered.

  John rose and quickly scooped her to her feet. He took her straight to his bedroom.

  "What about my punishment?” she reminded him.

  "That will have to wait."

  She could feel his cock, pushing up against her. She wrapped her arms tighter about his neck. “What for I wonder?"

  "Take a wild guess.” He tossed her down on his bed, large and comfortable and very masculine with its black bedspread.

  She promptly crawled away, toward the head board. “Not, tonight, dear, I have a headache.

  John pounced, pinning her. “Headache my ass. You're my sex slave, remember?"

  "Oh, yea,” she grinned, reveling in having the sexiest man on the planet on top of her, dominating her. “I forgot."

  "This help your memory any?” He sank his cock with a single stroke.

  "Maybe a little."

  He withdrew to the tip, palms bracing on either side of her, holding his firm, muscular body above her, just out of reach. “Beg for it."

  "I don't think so.” She wrinkled her nose, testing.

  He smiled, liking the challenge. Very slowly, expertly, he began to tease, giving her just enough of his hot, pulsing shaft to drive her wild, but never enough to satisfy.

  "Beg,” he said again.

  She thrashed her head, defying.

  "I can do this all night..."

  She didn't doubt him. “This isn't fair, Master."

  "It's not supposed to be.” He licked her left breast, moistening her hot, smooth skin.

  Steffy lifted herself off the bed, trying to pull him inside her.

  He gave her nipple a warning chew. “Lie still."

  She collapsed, frustrated, defeated. “Please?” she said in a small voice.

  "Please what?"

  "Please fuck me."

  He shook his head. “That isn't close to begging."

  "Please?” she mouthed, her voice a faint, hot breath. “Please use your slave?"

  "Why?"

  "B—because..."

  "Not an answer.” He took his cock all the way out.

  "Because she needs you, Master,” she said quickly. “Your slave needs to be owned by your cock. She needs to give you pleasure."

  "Who is in control?” he asked.

  "You are,” she assured.

  "You've stopped begging,” he noted.

  "Please fuck me, Master, come inside me, I am your girl, I am your sex slave. Let my body please you. I'll be a good girl; I'll be your obedient little pet..."

  "Damn straight you will.” He came down on her, ferocious, teeth gritted. His power put her in utter awe. She'd had no idea a man could desire a woman like this, let alone a woman like her.

  "I love you,” he declared. “God help me, you are beautiful, intense and intelligent ... more than I have a right to ask from the universe."

  "But I'm here.” She clutched at his upper arms. “I'm real and I'm not going anywhere."

  He inclined his head, letting out a deep guttural groan. His semen released inside her, his penis fully submerged. She clenched her pussy muscles, milking him, taking every dominant drop, savoring every star swept moment.

  John Cupid ... having sex with her, making love, calling her his.

  They slept together afterwards, front to back, perfectly spooned, his hand circling her waist. He held her firm, tight, possessive.

  At one point she had to go to the bathroom.

  "It'll cost you,” he said.

  She returned to find him lying on his back, hands behind his head on the pillow. What a specimen, she thought, with his hard abdomen and muscled chest slowly rising and falling, his cock half stiff again, his balls as full and tight as before.

  Steffy didn't need to be told what to do.

  She crawled onto the bed, between his legs. She began with his calves, delivering tiny kisses. He was hard as a rock by the time she got to his cock.

  "I was supposed to do that,” she said, with a mock pout.

  "You already did,” he said with a chuckle.

  Hungrily, she buried him between her lips. She took the length of him, like a lollipop, the sweetest flavor. It was the perfect ending to a perfect night. An ending that was also a beginning. So much to look forward to, so much to think about. This was like a dream come true, but she wasn't naïve, it would be hard work, anything good was a struggle, but the ends were worth it.

  He let her suck for a bit, then he had her mount him, straddling his lean waist, impaling herself. She ran her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes. He told her again how beautiful she was and was she sure she really wanted to be mixed up with him?

  Yes, a million times yes.

  Her body did the talking.

  One more rocking orgasm for the night, mutual and wild, hearts merged, two souls intertwining, yearning to learn more about the other.

  They collapsed afterward in a tangle and this time it was deeper than sleep ... more intense than a dream.

  She was happy, fulfilled ... Cupid's Captive.

  About the Author

  Reese Gabriel is an internationally known author of erotica, specializing in romance bondage and BDSM. He has over sixty published novels and continues to write at a prolific pace. Reese lives with his wife and best friend of twenty years and enjoys old movies, swimming, and walks on the beach. He is an advocate of human rights and sexual freedom and believes that the best days of the human race are yet to come, as soon as we grow up and learn to live as one species, sanely and rationally.

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