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  But was she ready to join the club? And would she be willing to remain his sub for the time being? There wasn't much point taking the time to try and train her if she was going to flit off and play fucking roulette. John was into clean and safe. And if he was a betting man, he'd say Dani was too. To be honest, he didn't think she had much experience in any scene which was fine by him.

  Petite and small boned, her waist would fit into his large hands. They could cover her small breasts, and leave a large splash of red when they paddled her heart shaped ass. He rubbed his hands together imagining the feel of her soft alabaster skin. His cock throbbed again. He pulled off his shorts so he was naked and picked up his phone as he reclined on the bed. He punched in the number and then as he put the phone to his ear, he wrapped his other hand around his cock.

  He stroked through three rings before she answered. He didn't even respond to her hello. “I want to meet with you tomorrow, but not at the club."

  "John? Um, Mr. Broughan?"

  She sounded surprised to hear from him, like she'd forgotten he had her number. “I liked your scene. It could have been longer and had more detail but you got the basics down.” Sliding his hand up and down his shaft, John smiled in anticipation of her tiny hand replacing his own. “I'm going to help you make it hotter. Would you like that?"

  "Of course. That's the whole point."

  "Put the phone on speaker.” He hit the button and placed the phone on the bed while he heard the click on her side of the phone.

  "Am I going to be typing?” she asked.

  Gripping his cock tighter, he increased his pace. “No. Remember you owe me two punishments? This is the first. Take off your clothes and shut your eyes."

  "What? Are you serious?"

  "You need the tour of the private rooms, don't you? For your research?"

  "Yes, but. . . . “

  "And you owe me two punishments. I aim to collect. This is an easy punishment, Dani. I can't see you doing it, but it'll make your story hotter.” He heard her whimper and the sound of clothing being removed. Now, she could have been rustling material, but he inherently knew she followed the command.

  "Dani, do you know where my hand is?” he asked as he continued to stroke his cock.

  "No,” she practically whispered.

  "Of course you know where it is and what I'm doing with it. It's important that you're honest and tell me where it is."

  She cleared her throat but it didn't make her voice any louder. “Is it on your, um, your penis?"

  "Say cock. Is it on your cock, Sir? Say it."

  "Is it on your cock, Sir?” The last word, his title, came out as a squeak.

  John's cock tightened as her voice submissively called out his title. Damn, she was a natural. “Very good,” he praised. “Now bring your hands up to your breasts like you're hiding them from me. Cover them up and knead them the way you would dough. Take your thumb and your forefinger and twirl your nipples in between them. Imagine my large rough hands instead of yours. Feels good, doesn't it? It'll be so much better when I do it for you."

  A groan came through the phone and John had to slow down his stroke or he'd never make it through the phone call. “Now slip your hand down to your pussy. Let it rest there, you're not allowed to touch yet. If you're not lying down then lie down wherever you are and spread your legs nice and wide. Are you wet yet?"

  Silence. Not a sound came from the other end of the phone. “I asked you a question. Answer me."

  He heard a gasp and a sigh. “Yes.” The sound was a tortured whisper.

  "Open your lips and run a finger along the slit, nice and gentle. Rub it up to your clit and circle it. Imagine my finger there, my tongue as it comes down between your legs. It flicks over your clit while I place my fingers inside you and pump them in and out. Put your fingers inside you and pump them, Dani."

  The strangled little sounds were driving him mad. More than anything he wished he could see her pleasuring herself.

  "My hands are on my cock, but I imagine your sweet mouth there, licking and sucking me while I do the same to your clit.” He hissed the last word as he groaned and came. His ragged breath gave the final command. “Rub that clit until you come now, Dani. And as you do, call out my name."

  Whimpers and groans turned into pants. Short little gasps of pre-orgasm readiness, until the little voice yelled, “Johnnnnn. . . . “

  The sound went straight to his groin. “I want you, you know that,” John said. He couldn't think of a woman he'd ever wanted more.

  Her breathing hadn't yet regulated, so her response was breathy and enticing. “Yes."

  "I want you to be my sub. No one else's. Do you understand?"

  "Yes."

  He needed to know that she understood what he was asking. “And there is no one else in the way? No husband? Boyfriend?"

  "No."

  He smiled, happy that she couldn't see him. “I'll expect you to meet me at Starbucks on the East Side at one-thirty tomorrow night. We'll have a cup of coffee and talk about what you feel safe doing our first time. Then you'll follow me to my house and before you come in, you'll call one of your friends with the address so you'll feel safe. Don't be late."

  A half squeak came from the other end of the phone and John hung up without saying good-bye. His cock was already standing at attention in spite of the fact that he'd come only a few minutes before. It twitched as he thought of all of the possibilities.

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  Chapter Two

  Dani squirmed in her seat and sipped on her iced coffee waiting for John to arrive. The sound of the motorcycle entering the lot jolted her and she gazed out the window. Yup, that had to be him. Sure enough, when the helmet came off, Dani spotted John's face, but she would have known him by the body and the clothes. He wore dark jeans and a black Tee shirt. Black motorcycle boots completed his ensemble. Tough. Sexy. In control.

  He entered Starbucks and quickly glanced around the room until he saw her. Nodding in acknowledgement, he walked past her to the line and ordered a coffee. Was she mad to do this? She must have completely lost her mind. She'd actually masturbated together with him on the phone the night before. How the hell could she sit here and face him?

  John slid into the seat across from her and handed her a napkin. “Get up, walk half way to the trash and drop the napkin. Then bend straight down from the waist to pick it up. Don't bend your knees.” He looked directly into her eyes. “I need to see the shape of your ass to see what I'm going to do with it tonight. Then throw out the napkin and return.” He pressed the napkin into her hand.

  She sat staring at him unable to move and suddenly mute.

  His expression was no longer readable. “Do it. Now."

  Her legs moved without her brain telling them to. She found herself standing, clutching the napkin, and looking into his eyes. He nodded for her to follow his orders and she turned without thinking. Half way to the garbage can she let the napkin slip from her fingers. Without the courage to glance back at him, Dani bent at the waist until her hands were by the floor and her ass was in the air so he could see the way her sundress hiked high on her legs.

  Nervous that he'd somehow be angry he couldn't see the shape of her ass with the bell skirted dress, she hiked the side with her hand so he could at least see a good amount of cheek. Unlike the other day, today she wore a sheer white thong.

  When she returned to the seat he was smiling appreciatively. He leaned in and his low voice seeped through. “I can't wait to get my hands on you."

  Dani didn't say a word. Her lack of protest ensured he would be touching her. She knew it, but couldn't formulate a response. “Safe words? We'll use red and yellow?"

  "I won't hurt you. A little spanking doesn't really hurt. I'm going to give you sexual excitement like you've never experienced before. Are you wet?"

  Dani glanced down to the table and nodded.

  "Look at me and answer verbally."

  She looked up. “Yes."<
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  "What are you saying yes to?"

  "Yes, I'm wet."

  "Good girl. Why are you wet, Dani? What is it you want? Tell me what you want me to do to you? Come on, it's a short little word. You want me to take my fingers and do what to you? Say it."

  "Fuck me,” she whispered.

  "Say it again. Until you what?"

  She glanced around to see if there was anyone that could hear. He smiled and shook his head. “You don't want more punishment. Remember, you still owe me one."

  Dani's heart beat fast and she was so hot she found it hard to breathe. “Fuck me until I come."

  "Well, that's okay for now, but a little later you'll have to show more enthusiasm. If you don't I'll tease you and I won't allow you to come. You won't like that because you'll want to come. I may make you beg. And believe me, I can make you beg for orgasm. Do you want to come today?"

  She didn't think she'd have to beg since she was damn near orgasm now and he hadn't even touched her yet. But why take chances? “Yes, very much. I want you to fuck me and I want to come.” She nodded her head and grinned at him hoping she'd be spared begging him to be fucked.

  He reached across the table and placed his hand over hers, holding her by the wrist. “Go to the ladies room and empty your bladder."

  Dani sat back and tried to pull her hand away at the oddly offensive request.

  John grinned at her like he was enjoying the game. “You've had a lot of coffee and I don't want the mood spoiled by you needing the rest room once I have you naked.” His hand tightened around her wrist. “And while you're in there take off your bra and place it in your purse."

  Her eyes widened. What the fuck? He expected her to shed clothing in the bathroom of a Starbucks?

  "It's a test of obedience. I need to know before I bring you home that you'll obey. If you can't perform that simple task, you'll never be able to handle anything else and won't deserve the privilege of coming home with me."

  Oh, God, how she wanted the privilege. She nodded and he stared her down waiting for a response. “Yes, Sir."

  "Yes, Sir what?” he asked with patience as if he were talking to a child.

  "Yes, Sir. I'll go into the ladies room and empty my bladder,” she clearly said using his exact words. “And I'll take off my bra and put it in my purse."

  "Good girl. Now when you take the bra off, pinch your nipples until they are hardened. With that sundress and no bra I'll be able to tell if you don't and we'll end it right here. Now go.” He released her wrist and she stood on shaky legs.

  There were two stalls in the rest room, but luckily no one was in either one. Dani relieved herself of about a gallon of coffee and was glad he had told her to go. It would have caused all sorts of embarrassment if they were in the middle of something important when nature called. When she stood, she slipped off the shoulder straps of her sundress and pulled them down so she could unhook her bra and place it in her purse. She clicked it shut and placed it on the hook on the back of the stall.

  What was she thinking? She was standing there in a stall in a coffee shop with her sundress pulled down and her breasts exposed. She knew she was insane and this went way past getting research for her book. Yet she'd never felt the level of excitement she did now. Her entire body tingled with anticipation.

  Her fingers came up to her breasts and she pinched them, looking down to watch the effect on her nipples. Anxiety filled her when they didn't automatically point like arrows. No way would she leave the rest room until the points poked at the fabric enough for John to see. She tugged on them and twirled them between her thumb and finger until the scrap of fabric between her legs was soaked with her juices and her nipples would be visible beneath the cloth. Tugging the straps back up, she left the stall and washed her hands. After drying them she slipped her fingers beneath the top of her dress and pinched again before going back to John.

  She walked back to the table and as she approached she watched his eyes zero in on her chest.

  "Follow me,” he said before she had a chance to sit down. He stood up and walked to the door without looking back to see if she followed. She picked up his practically full coffee and her empty cup and threw them in the basket on the way out.

  He was already on his motorcycle and putting on his helmet when she walked out the door and she had to run to her car to keep up with him. Less than a mile from the coffee shop, she followed him into a driveway.

  Dani followed him into the backyard and through the patio. John unlocked the door that led to his family room and closed it after she entered. He flipped the lock and Dani shivered.

  Without speaking, John drew the deep burgundy drapes closed over the picture window. The room immediately darkened. No one would be able to see them now. An overwhelming sense of vulnerability swept over Dani. The silence in the room was almost deafening, but she inherently knew to keep her mouth shut and wait for his instructions.

  A low, modulated, almost monotone voice, unlike his normal speaking voice broke through the silence causing goose bumps on her skin. “Take off your dress."

  Dani lifted it over her head and held it in front of her braless breasts. She kept her elbows close to her sides and attempted to fold the dress and block her exposed skin from his eyes.

  "Drop it.” The green eyes which normally twinkled when he grinned were as cool and emotionless as granite.

  Her palms began to sweat and the cloth slipped from her fingers, leaving her standing there in the darkened room in nothing but a sheer white thong and high heels. More than anything she wanted to bring her arms up to cover her breasts. More than her body stood naked there. Her desires hung as exposed as her breasts.

  John walked to the wall and flipped on the light, then moved toward her. He stopped a few feet in front of her, his expression non-changing. “Place your hands in back of your neck and lace your fingers."

  As she did her breasts jutted out in front of him and her legs shook so much her heels made sounds on the floor. He looked down to see where the noise was coming from and Dani caught her first glimpse of a smile since they arrived. He hid it, but he approved.

  "Move your legs apart a bit.” He spoke as if he were positioning her for a photo shoot.

  Dani inched her left leg to the side.

  "That's good.” He raised his right hand with his finger pointed as if he were going to halt a conversation for a minute. He stopped it a centimeter from her left nipple and he circled the air around her areola.

  She shuddered and her nipple hit the tip of his finger. The slight feather light touch had her moaning.

  "Behave yourself,” he said and pinched the nipple. “Don't move an inch.” John turned and left her standing there.

  Where was he going? What was he doing? Each second she waited, her body edged closer. The minute or so he was gone felt like an eternity. He returned with an ice cube in each hand, not seeming to mind that it dripped as he walked through the room.

  He shook his head at her. “Now I thought I told you to pinch those nipples?"

  Dani glanced at him in confusion. She had pinched them. She knew he'd seen the points through the dress when she had walked out of the lady's room. And they were puckered now from raging arousal. She didn't have time to respond. An ice cube scraped around each nipple and she cried out.

  The sound pierced through the silence as the blissful agony of the ice turned the points of her nipples into needles. He placed both pieces of the melting ice in one hand and palmed one breast while his mouth dipped down to suck on the other. The heat from his mouth was like fire on the frozen tip and the other nipple ached for the warmth.

  John threw the ice from his hand not seeming to care that it would melt on his carpet, and swept his mouth across her chest to the other breast. His tongue fought off the cold as it laved her nipple.

  Her elbows had pushed forward so that they framed her face and John pushed them back. He brought his head up and placed a hand over each breast, feeling the weight of them and k
neading, almost like a massage, a needed reprieve from the torment a few moments ago.

  When her heart rate and breathing had slowed to almost normal, without warning he suddenly pinched both nipples. This time it was hard and the sting shocked her.

  "Ow, don't, that hurt."

  John looked directly at her and pinched them both again, this time even harder. “Stop!"

  His eyes widened and she understood. “I mean, red,” she said before he had the opportunity to pinch her again.

  "Very good, Dani. An important lesson learned. You need to use your safe words whenever I do something you don't like or you feel uncomfortable, and I'll stop.” He dipped his head and kissed each nipple lightly, like kissing away the pain. “You still owe me a punishment. Let's get it out of the way, shall we?"

  There was no need to put the question on the end. It wouldn't have mattered what her response was. Walking behind her, he ran his hands over the flesh of her ass. “Lovely, Dani. Nice and soft.” The crack of his hand bit into her skin and the sting spread across the cheek of her ass.

  "Beautiful. My hand print is on you like a brand.” He bent and licked the area he hit, and slapped the other side. His fingers pulled at the thin scrap of material and pulled it down.

  Dani went to move her legs closer together so he could get the thong off, but he stopped her. “Move your legs only when I tell you to.” The material made it to about mid-thigh, three or four inches down from her cleanly waxed pussy.

  If he'd taken the thong off she wouldn't have felt so vulnerable, but with them pulled down, it somehow became naughtier. His fingers barely touched her mound. Feather light touches caressing. “Look at me. Don't take your eyes of mine."

  Her gaze locked with his and the torment began. She couldn't look away from him as his fingers gently circled her mound and lips, making her tingle. Oh, how she wanted them to slip inside but instead he patiently drew small circles until she thought she'd scream from frustration. And he watched every emotion, seemed to savor it like expensive candy.

  He didn't say a word, and neither did she. The only way Dani had any idea he was being affected by what he was doing to her was that she could hear the sound of his breathing mixed with her own.