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“I don’t know,” I reply, breathlessly, bucking my hips up once again, his hard cock twitching as I do.

“Princess,” he growls, “That’s a dangerous game that you’re playing.”

“But it’s fun,” I pout, before kissing him. Nipping at his lip when he denies me.

“Nu-uh Princess, you're not the one in control here.”

“Oh…” I flutter my eyelashes at him, “I assume that’s you, Sir?”

His eyes darken as he lunges for my mouth, his tongue demanding entry. He grasps my wrists with his hand and holds my arms above my head as our tongues tangle in a battle of wills.

I might want him to take control and tie me up like he’s promised so many times, but I’m not going to make it easy for him.

Suddenly he’s off of me and on his feet, hauling me into his arms as he strides with purposeful steps toward the showers.

“Do you know what a safe word is?” he asks me as he turns the shower on.

“I do, why?”

“Good. Red for stop, orange for slow down, and green when you are good.”

“Ok…” I say skeptically, “You want me to use these?”

“Yes, if at any moment you feel uncomfortable, I need you to tell me. This requires communication, Princess and if you can’t do that then whatever is about to happen stops right now,” he tells me, his thumb brushing over my collarbone as he plays with the strap of my sports bra, “I want to spank your bratty ass, but I won’t if that would make you uncomfortable in any way.”

“I want that,” I tell him as I stand up taller, “I want you to spank me, to choke me, and to dominate me. I think I might need it. Just to let go of control for even a little while.”

“Are you sure Princess?” he asks me, his eyes molten as he gazes down at me.

So, I do the only thing I can think of to show him how much I want this. I sink to my knees on the tiled floor, eyes fixated on my lap as I rest the palms of my hands on my knees. The smooth material of my tie-dye yoga pants is cool to the touch, soothing some of the nerves I’m feeling.

“Yes Sir.”

Zander's large hand brushes the strands of my hair that escaped while we trained away from my face, his hand sliding down the side of my face and lifting my chin to look up at him.

“Such a good girl,” He growls out, “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”

I stay silent as I look up at him, waiting for him to tell me what to do next.

“Pull my pants down,” he orders, his voice husky.

Reaching out, I’m proud that my hands don’t shake. Gripping the waistband, I pull his pants down to his ankles, his hand still palming over my hair as I do. The touch grounding.

“Good girl, now my boxers.”

“Yes Sir,” I whisper as I do the same to his boxers until they too are around his ankles.

“Such a good girl, you listen so well.” His praises has my cheeks heating, wetness flooding my panties.

His thick cock juts out, precum glistening at the tip as he stands in front of me. My fingers twitch with the need to stroke him, to put it in my mouth and see what he tastes like, but I restrain myself, keeping my hands on my lap.

For the first time in the last few months, my mind is finally clear without the need to hurt myself to get there. I can just give in to this moment, to let him take the burden of decisions from me while I give him my full trust.

Chapter 23

Zander

‘You Put a Spell On Me – Austin Giorgio’

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