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  “From now on,” he continued, ignoring her plea, “every Saturday you will come to my office and receive a sound, hand spanking. If you’ve been bad during the week you’ll receive a certain number of swats with the hairbrush, or whatever else I might decide to use. Now you will say, yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.”

  “Oooh, Lukas,” she pleaded.

  “You just earned four swats with the hairbrush. If you want to receive an additional four, you’ll disobey me again. I’m waiting.”

  “Ooh, yes, Sir, thank-you, Sir.”

  “That’s better, and when I’ve finished spanking you, I will pull out my cock and you’ll drop to your knees and pleasure me with your mouth.”

  Kirsten felt a prickling at the back of her neck. She didn’t make a habit of providing him the pleasure of oral sex. It wasn’t that she disliked it, on the contrary, she found it highly erotic, but she liked to use it as a form of power.

  “Um, can we-” she began.

  “You will not speak again unless I give you permission,” he growled.

  Swiftly raising her dress above her waist, he yanked her pantyhose and knickers to her thighs, then moved quickly to the couch to retrieve a throw pillow.

  “Here, place this under your head,” he directed, placing it on the desk.

  “Thank you.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” he scolded.

  “Sorry, thank you, Sir,” she quickly repeated.

  “I do love you, Kirsten, and that’s why I must deal with you. I know you purposely provoked me so I would spank you.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she confessed.

  “I’m through with your manipulations. You want to get spanked, believe me, you’ll get spanked, and spanked like clockwork every Saturday from now on. I also know you withhold the pleasure of your mouth on purpose, and those days are over as well, verstehen Sie?”

  “Yes, Sir, I understand.”

  Moving his hand across her rump, he began to smack her with slow, hard swats, landing his palm in the same area on each cheek, his rhythm continuing until she yelped loudly and kicked out a leg. Grunting his displeasure, he pulled down her hose and knickers, leaving them around her ankles.

  “That should stop you kicking,” he exclaimed, and sitting on the edge of the desk, sent his hand back to work.

  “Sir, please, I’m sorry, no more.”

  “Yes, more, there is more,” he replied, standing up and pressing his hand against the small of her back. “This is where I would normally stop, but not today, and not on any Saturday, not until you show me you understand how things must be.”

  His hand started again but with a faster pace, and he smiled as her bottom turned from the pink he was used to seeing, to a bright red. Her squirming began in earnest, and he added a few more for good measure before reaching for the hairbrush.

  “You will have a moment to catch your breath, then you will have the hairbrush,” he announced. “I don’t think you will want to manipulate me again. What do you think, Kirsten?”

  “No, Sir, I won’t.”

  “Or stay out late with your girlfriends, and make me worry?”

  “No, Sir, I promise.”

  “Or stay on the phone for an hour when I need to talk with you?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “So then, those three things deserve the hairbrush.”

  “Ooh, Sir.”

  “When I’m finished you will stay in position until I tell you to drop to your knees and suck me.”

  He rarely used such crude language, but Dominic had suggested it, saying it would help to show his dominance, and from his wife’s reaction it appeared Dominic had been right. Impulsively, Lukas decided to build on it.

  “You will suck my cock like you’ve never sucked it before. You won’t hold back, and you swallow my cum, won’t you, Kirsten?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathed, wiggling her bottom at him.

  Her pussy was peeking through the backs of her thighs, the evidence of her excitement was glistening, and though she’d been aroused by the spanking, he could see his salacious talk was fueling her fire. Lukas shook his head in wonder, and sliding the back of the hairbrush across her skin, he paused for effect, another tip from his Mentor.

  “Remember, Kirsten, what this is for. Punishment is not meant to be pleasant, and you’ve earned it.”

  His cock, already swollen and pressing against his trousers, was begging for attention. Kirsten had never kneeled in front of him as she was about to, and Lukas decided the hairbrush discipline would be swift. Not only would it sting more, it would bring her lips to his cock sooner.

  Dominic had told him to start with lighter taps, and increase the force as he continued. Starting on the first cheek, he slapped the brush around the already scorched area, focusing on the untouched, pale skin, then dispatched a volley of swats in the center of the bright red target.

  She wailed and wriggled, but Lukas didn’t pause, repeating the pattern on her second rosy cheek. After delivering the last whack, he let out a loud sigh, and dropped the brush on the desk.

  “There, that’s a well spanked bottom,” he exclaimed, running his hand across her hot red rump. “I hope you’ve finally learned your lesson.”

  “I have, Sir, I have,” she howled.

  He rubbed her for a minute or two, caressing and fondling, then continuing to stare at her scalded behind, he removed his trousers, shoes and socks.

  “Are you ready to worship my cock, Kirsten?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.

  Leaning over her, he unzipped the back of her dress, unhooked her bra, and taking her by the shoulders he raised her up. The dress slipped away, falling on the floor at her feet.

  “Pull off your hose and panties, and step out of your dress,” he said sternly. “You’ll suck me naked!”

  Bending down, she awkwardly stumbled through his directive, then stood before him, visibly shaken.

  “I’ve always loved your tits,” he growled, taking them in his hands, “and from now on they belong to me, and that pussy you want me to touch right now, that’s mine too, and will be pleasured by me when only I choose to pleasure it.”

  “Lukas,” she breathed, her eyes shining at him, “I’m overwhelmed. You’ve never been like this before.”

  “Excuse me?” he said sternly, tweaking a nipple.

  “Sir,” she moaned, “I’m sorry, you’ve never been like this before, SIR.”

  “Knees!”

  Falling in front of him, she wrapped her fingers around his rigid cock, and engulfing him with her mouth, she sucked lewdly, slurping as her lips traveled hungrily up and down his shaft.

  “Ah, yes, wife, this is correct. Suck me well, and you might find yourself being rewarded later.”

  As his fingers locked themselves in her hair, closing into fists to control her movements, he closed his eyes, surrendering to the intense pleasure.

  Dominic, how can I ever repay you? I will do whatever I can do to-

  Before he could finish his thought, a rocket was in his loins, and he exploded into his wife’s open, grateful throat.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  It was late afternoon, and though Vivien had wanted to take her walk earlier in the day, she’d become completely engrossed in cleaning out her closet, then became involved in a conversation with her mother and brother. Though she had enjoyed her organizing, and hearing the voices of her family had warmed her heart, Dominic and his decadent suggestions had refused to leave her thoughts, and an unfamiliar searing need was burning through her body.

  By the time she stared out her window, long shadows from a dying sun that peeked through passing clouds told her dusk would soon be creeping over the city. Believing the vigorous walk might alleviate the craving, she wrapped herself in a long, warm coat, and pulling a woolen hat over head and across her ears, grabbed an umbrella and headed out the door.

  The wind wasn’t strong, but it was enough to send the chill across her cheeks. Moving briskly to the end of the block, she cross
ed through the traffic, made her way past the various shops that were much too tempting, and a few minutes later she entered the park.

  As she slowed her pace she took a deep breath, embracing the icy air. It wasn’t cold enough to snow, but the breeze felt wintry, and she noticed she was one of only a few wanderers. Any suggestion of the sun had vanished, and ambling to the lake she stood gazing at the slate gray water, wondering why Dominic had swept into her life at such an important time, why he was consuming her thoughts, and why she could not break free of his salacious suggestions.

  “There are times in life when it seems the hand of fate steps in and grabs us by the heart. Isn’t it strange when that happens?”

  For the briefest of moments she believed she was dreaming, and as she slowly turned, she could feel her heart begin to thump.

  “What are you doing here, wandering in the cold?”

  She stared up at Dominic’s face, shocked to see him.

  “I could ask you the same question,” she managed.

  “I often come here,” he replied. “I often walk through the forests and parks at home, and in Paris too, but in Paris they are usually too busy. Here as well, but not right now.”

  “I can’t believe it!”

  “I never expected to find you here. Fate, it must be so,” he declared. “Why aren’t you with Robson? It’s Saturday, don’t you have engagements on the weekend?”

  “We did have plans, starting at lunchtime, but I wanted to spend the day by myself.”

  “Should I leave?”

  “No, please don’t,” she said hastily, “I’m really happy to see you,” and I mean it. I really am. “Perhaps you’re right, perhaps it is fate, or whatever,” she mumbled.

  “You look very cold. Would you like to go to a cafe? Have some coffee?”

  “Actually, I think I’d like a glass of velvety red wine,” she said with a soft smile.

  “This is a very good idea,” he agreed, “and I know just the place. Do you know The Black Carriage?”

  “I absolutely love The Black Carriage. I haven’t been there for ages.”

  “Then we shall go,” he declared, offering his elbow.

  Taking his arm she fell into step beside him, and as they walked through the park and entered the street, she tried in vain to quiet the voices in her head.

  What are you doing, Vivien?

  I’m going to have a drink with my new friend.

  No, you’re not, you’re going to have a drink with a man you’re totally in crush with.

  I know, and I don’t care.

  Be careful, Vivien…

  “It shouldn’t be too crowded this early,” she remarked, in an attempt to shake off the silent conversation.

  “Perhaps the chocolate soufflé will be on the menu tonight,” he smiled.

  “That would be yummy, I hope it will be too.”

  And it was.

  They ended up at a small table in a quiet corner of the dimly lit, high-end lounge, sharing a bottle of French Cabernet, and spooning the rich, delicious dessert. The music was softly wafting, a mix of romantic rock and pop, mostly current, but with some classics from years gone by.

  “This is the best wine, and the best chocolate anything I’ve ever had,” she moaned.

  The blood red drink in the large, thin, crystal glasses had been swirled, inhaled and relished, and it wasn’t long before she began to feel wonderfully mellow.

  “Oh, I love this song, will you dance with me, Dominic, please,” she begged, as the smooth voice of Robbie Williams crooning the romantic ballad washed over her.

  I sit and wait

  Does an angel contemplate my fate

  And do they know

  The places where we go

  When we're gray and old

  'Cause I have been told

  That salvation lets their wings unfold

  So when I'm lying in my bed

  Thoughts running through my head

  And I feel the love is dead

  I'm loving angels instead

  “Please,” she begged, “just for a minute.”

  Her gray eyes were gazing across at him, full of pleading, and he shook his head.

  “Mon Dieu, this is so unfair, you with those eyes,” he breathed. “Very well, just for a minute.”

  Rising from the table, he took her hand and led her to the small, empty dance floor. The compelling melody cloaked them, and without thought she leaned into his body, lifting her arms around his neck. His hands moved across her back, his breath rested against her neck, and she sighed heavily, closing her eyes.

  This is the most heavenly thing I’ve ever done. You are my Angel, Dominic, you are my Angel, and she silently sang along with the lyrics, changing the ‘she’ to a ‘he.’

  And through it all he offers me protection

  A lot of love and affection

  Whether I'm right or wrong

  And down the waterfall

  Wherever it may take me

  I know that life won't break me

  When I come to call, he won't forsake me

  I'm loving angels instead

  His hardness rubbed against her and she pressed back, signaling her longing. Swallowing hard he attempted to break free, but her hold refused him.

  “Vivien, what are you doing?”

  “I don’t want this to end,” she mewed, “I want to stay here with you, just like we are, forever.”

  Silently groaning he surrendered to the moment. They swayed and rocked, two people with one motion, sharing an instinctive sense of belonging.

  “So, it is over,” he breathed, as the last chord ended.

  “It will never be over,” she murmured, staring up at him. “This moment will live me wherever I am, whatever I’m doing.”

  Taking her hand he led her back to the table, fighting the powerful need to whisk her to the nearest hotel.

  “You dance like you walk.”

  “I do? What do you mean?” he asked, relieved, but also sad to be sitting back down.

  “You walk like a great cat, I thought so the first time I saw you.”

  “Is this good?” he asked, sipping his wine as he attempted to quiet the throbbing in his cock.

  “It is very good,” she replied with a soft smile, and resting an elbow on the table, she lowered her chin into her palm. “Dominic, I want you to come back to my place.”

  The meaning behind her quiet request was clear, and reluctantly, he shook his head.

  “No, Vivien, I cannot. You are-”

  “I know, I’m engaged, and I also know I’m a bit buzzed, but I can’t stop thinking about the things you said, and I have to know how it feels.”

  “If you cross that line, you may not be able to go back,” he said soberly, “and I do not believe you will be able to keep it a secret. You are not a dishonest person. You will tell Robson.”

  “The thing is, I’m in no-man’s land. If I go forward with Robson I’ll be constantly wondering what I missed. How can I live like that? Maybe I won’t even like being tied up, and, uh, whatever else you would do. Regardless, I’ll never be free of this until I know. My thoughts and my imagination, they won’t let me go.”

  “But you could ask him to tie you, and do what you want,” Dominic suggested.

  She stared at him, knowing he was right, and not having an answer she glanced across the room at the few patrons milling about.

  “Yes,” she breathed, shifting to her gaze her hands, “I could, but the truth is, I want you to be the one to, uh, do all those things. It’s wrong, I know that, but I can’t help it.”

  “This is the wine talking,” he said softly, looking at her intently.

  “Maybe the wine has helped me be brave Someone said once, when the wine goes in, the truth comes out.”

  “I cannot break up your engagement,” he frowned, as much as I want you, and much as you need to be away from that cold, unfeeling man.

  Slowly she lifted her eyes, and swallowing the heat at the back of
her throat, she whispered,

  “You’re right, you can’t. It appears fate has already done that. It’s just not official yet.”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  It was cold and wet as they walked outside, but in a flash he was able to hail a cab, and as they snuggled in the back, he gently moved the wet tendrils from the side of her face.

  “If you change your mind…”

  “I won’t,” she whispered, “not a chance.”

  It was a quick ride home, and as they walked into her flat he closed the door, but as she moved away to switch on the lights, he grabbed her from behind.

  “No, no lights,” he whispered, his fingers reaching around her to unbutton her coat.

  Sliding it down her arms, he threw it on a nearby chair, followed it with his own, then turning her around he clutched her hair, and dropping his lips upon hers, he crushed her mouth with a fervent, demanding kiss.

  Her body was alive, her sex hot and wet between her legs, and when he finally released her, she sank against his chest, too weak to hold herself up.

  “Which way is your bedroom?” he muttered.

  “End of the hallway.”

  Lifting her off her feet he carried her the short distance to the open door, and entering her room, he found a white, canopied, four-poster bed.

  “You are such a romantic,” he crooned, laying her down.

  “I am,” she whispered, “and I’m so glad you’re here.”

  “Do you have a silk scarf?”

  “There are a bunch in my closet, hanging on the wall.”

  Pulling off his shirt as he moved, he found her collection, and grabbing several he returned to the bed.

  “Now my pet, you will have the control you’ve been craving.”

  A warm shiver rippled through her sex, and without being asked she closed her eyes.

  “Such a good girl,” he purred, blindfolding her with a black satin scarf.

  “Why does that make me so happy?”