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By:Ella James


She doesn’t know I know who she is. She thinks that I still believe she’s Lauren. Which means I can order her around without suspicion on her part. I can keep my distance.

“Lower your chin,” I tell her. “Look at the mattress.”

She obeys, her blonde hair falling down her shoulders.

“Earlier, when I was fucking you, did I tell you to take charge? What did I tell you?”

Her eyes flicker up at mine.

“Did I tell you to look at me?”

She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t even shake her head.

“What did I ask you to do, Leah?”

She swallows. “Claw your back,” she whispers.

“And you disobeyed—again. I thought we agreed that you would be submissive.”

I watch her shoulders rise and fall as she breathes. I can almost feel the anger rolling off her. She’s not enjoying this the way I’d hoped she would. I can’t bring her to heel. Of course not. The setup is all wrong.

This was a mistake, I acknowledge.

Not hers, but mine. She knows who I am. Is only doing this because I’m me, if my guess is correct. I, on the other hand, should know better.

I sink my teeth into my lower lip, making it bleed. I suck on it and flex my sore hands. “Leah, would you like to be released from our agreement? You may answer verbally.”

I watch her with a pounding heart, feeling almost dizzy. “No, Master.”

I didn’t tell her to call me Master, but I overlook that.

“Why not?” I ask her in a low voice.

“Because I’d like to learn the art of pleasing you, Master.”

“You want to give me pleasure.” I nod, feeling uncomfortably warm inside my chest. “I know that. But I require pain as well. Not just discomfort that coincides with pleasure—” like the mind-fuck that happened between us earlier.

Her eyes flicker up to mine, and I nod, giving her permission to speak. “I can make you come,” she says in a quiet but strong voice. “I just want to do things my way.”

“So instead of trusting me, the way I’d like,” I tell her, “you’d like me to trust you?”

She nods. “I want us to trust each other.”

My stomach churns at the idea of a give-and-get relationship. I’m not sure what I would do without the ability to dictate every aspect of my sexual relationships. Without full power to order my partners into giving me the pain I need.

“That’s a bold proposition. You made me come earlier, so I see your logic I think, but still… That’s pretty fucking bold.”

She nods slowly.

“It would be new for me.” That part’s the truth. I’ve never, ever had a sexual relationship that didn’t involve a dominant and a submissive. The only time I wasn’t dominant…

“Why should I consider it?” I ask her, stern and quiet.

She looks up at me. “May I show you?”

Heat seeps through me, congregating in my cock. It swells and stiffens as she reaches for me.

I grab her hand. “I didn’t tell you yes.”

Her eyes hold mine.

I can’t help smiling; I try to disguise it as a smirk.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Leah eases me on my back and lifts my hard cock up. She positions herself over me and spreads her slick lips over my head. Then she grabs onto my hips and sinks slowly down on me.

“Leah. Oh fuck,” I groan roughly.

“I’m going to ride you,” she says.

Through my dark lashes, I can see her wicked grin.

Her hand runs over my abs as she lifts her ass in the air again and again, riding my dick like she owns it. She reaches behind her ass and under, grasping my balls and tugging just enough to make me ache.

It feels good.

“Fuck me.” Like a lot of times before the pain starts, anxiety kick-starts inside me… I try to push it down and start to thrust up under her.

I grab her arms, pulling her down over me, so I can have more control over the trajectory of my cock and how it rubs her as I punch in and out.

She shudders, and I groan a little.

She leans over farther, so the head of my dick rubs the side of her smooth, hot channel. She uses her thighs a little more, rising and falling on me, making me so damn hard.

Her breasts press against my chest. Her hands grip my pecs, squeezing lightly. Her fingers find my nipples.

I feel my cock grow even harder. Thicker. I can feel my balls squeeze up, throbbing in anticipation of pain. She said she would give me pain. What will she do this time?

She pushes her chest against mine and sits up a little, moving her hand toward my throat like she’s going to try that. She spreads her fingers over my collarbone, and I feel my dick throb in anticipation of the fear and pain I know will come if she’s brave enough to wedge her hand against my throat.