Page 65 of Master My Love

His gruff order, “Wrap your legs around me,” didn’t help her catch it, or steady her racing heart.

Eagerly, she obliged, linking her feet behind him. In this position, her hem had ridden up, baring not only her ass but her freshly waxed pussy—another of his orders. Val gasped when his hands gripped her bottom.

This must have been his plan all along, and without wasting a second, his fingers delved into the warmth between her thighs, gliding through her wetness. A soft, breathy moan escaped her lips as she took in his handsome face, his eyes alight with pleasure.

“You’re silky smooth and wet. Very nice,” he murmured, his lips trailing kisses from her lips to her ear. “Did you follow the rest of my instructions?”

“To the letter,” she gasped, as pleasure consumed her.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, as he spread open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck.

“Will you explain now?” she asked, panting and struggling to focus.

“Later.”

She wanted to protest, but with his fingers teasing intimate places, one gliding inside her, the sensations were too overwhelming. Every other thought except getting him to do more of that left her head.

“Whatever you think is best, master,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I like this eager-to-please, compliant Valerie. I’ll need to spank you more often.”

“Just don’t leave me alone for days afterward.”

“Ah, sweetness, I regretted every minute.”

“I know. But if it happens again, you better call me every day, buster.”

At her sass, amusement sparkled in his sexy gray-blue eyes. “There she is. The Val of old who has gotten a little big for her britches while her dom has been gone.”

“No, you won’t let me wear any.”

His grin broadened, and she giggled while hugging him tighter.

“I missed you, too. And I’m dreadfully sorry for my childish behavior. It won’t happen again.”

“After such a heartfelt apology, not to mention being here tonight and following my instructions to the letter, you’re forgiven, sprite.”

“Silver lining,” she whispered. “We get to have make up and homecoming sex wrapped into one.”

“I’m looking forward to it, but first things first.”

He carried her to the conference room and plopped her bare ass in one of the executive chairs. At the coolness of the leather, she squirmed and tried to pull her skirt over her butt. She’d be eternally embarrassed if she left a wet spot.

Eric placed a clipboard in front of her. “This is our contract. We don’t go any further without one. Read it—thoroughly—and ask any questions you may have.”

Val glance over the official-looking document. It read like a standard contract, beginning with,we the undersigned... She saw phrases like care for, provide guidance to, and nurture growth under the dom’s responsibilities, which made her smile. The sub’s obligations included open and honest communication, expression of thoughts, feelings, and desires, and fostering a positive self-image.

It wasn’t all about sex, bondage, and discipline, as she expected. In fact, there was very little about any of that.

“This is beautifully written.”

“Not what you expected?”

“Not at all. I don’t see anything about play and punishments like I thought I would.”

“This is a club contract. Everyone who plays here has one. It covers the basics and sets the boundaries and expectations for all parties involved, including club management and other club members. Respect, etiquette, safewords, condom use, and so on, much like the handbook. I also have your limit list—such as it is.”

Hearched a brow, and she didn’t have to ask why. She’dmarked almost everything as never tried, or no way.

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