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  “Stand up and turn around.” She sniffled as she turned, sucking in grateful air as she watched him thread his belt back through the loop of his jeans.

  “We’re done with the spanking, Sorcha. I don’t like to spank, but I’ll do it. I prefer things like floggers for some erotic whipping. Don’t give me a reason to spank you again.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He moved until he was inches away from her, then he sniffed and smiled. “Someone’s pussy’s wet.”

  Sorcha lowered her eyes, a bloom of embarrassment spreading across her face. When his hand cupped her pussy, she bit her lower lip.

  “I’ll be damned. You’re soaking.”

  She shook her head in denial, even as he increased the pressure on her throbbing center.

  “Don’t be embarrassed. It just shows how beautifully submissive you are. Even a punishment makes you excited. I’ll have to remember that. Maybe my views on spanking will change.”

  He dipped his finger inside, flicking her clit with his thumb, and she closed her eyes in pleasure. It had been so long since a man had touched her that way. Her whole body was on fire, and she wanted to beg him to take her here, now.

  He continued to tease her with his finger, her clit pulsing under his touch. She could feel an orgasm building inside her, ready to burst out and send her into sweet oblivion.

  “May I come, my liege?”

  “You may not.” He moved his fingers away, sniffed, and held them out to her mouth.

  “Clean me.”

  She licked him tentatively, then pulled his fingers into her mouth, sucking them hard. She waited for praise, but none came when he stepped away.

  “We’ll get you a coat, and we’re ready to go.” He undid her leash, wrapped it around his hand, and started toward the door.

  “What?” She tottered on the heels as she followed him.

  He stopped short and turned swiftly, making her run into his chest. She backed up and looked at him.

  “I’m half naked. You can’t expect me to ride on a major highway for two hours with my pussy and breasts showing.”

  “I do. It’s your punishment for locking me to the wall.”

  “You just whipped me for that.”

  “I whipped you so that you’d say you’re sorry. This is a little bit of embarrassment, so you can have a taste of what I felt when Ty came in and found me chained to a wall.”

  “It’s not fair. It’s…”

  “I won’t warn you again about speaking. Next time, I might use the flogger. I have a beautiful one at the cabin, just like the one I just showed you, with soft leather strands with knots at the end. I’ll whip your pussy with it and you’ll really be wet. Now, voice your concerns so we can get them out of the way.”

  “What if someone sees me?”

  “That’s the idea. You left me chained to a wall for all to see.”

  “Diego. Please, no.”

  “A punishment like this is very effective, don’t you think? Now, I’m going to bind your ankles once we’re in the truck. If you keep arguing with me, I’ll do your wrists, too. Now, remain silent.”

  He led her from the room and Sorcha’s mind reeled. She was going to be half naked in the cab of a truck for two hours, with her ankles bound. When they entered the living room he went to a closet and took out a long leather duster, which he put around her shoulders.

  “There. For going from the house to the truck. Once you’re tied and have your seatbelt on, you’ll shrug it off so I can see all of you.”

  He started for the door and she stopped, holding up her hand as he turned to her.

  “Yes?”

  “My bag and purse?”

  “You won’t need them. I’ll provide you with the clothing I want you to wear, and any other essentials.”

  Panic set in. “Please, at least my purse? What about my ID?” It had her new cell phone inside, plus a tape recorder, and notebook and paper.

  He studied her for a few minutes, then dropped her leash.

  “Wait here.”

  He picked up her purse and walked to the couch, turning it over and dumping it out. She watched him put her wallet, keys, and makeup bag inside, then cross to her.

  He left the recorder, paper, pens, and phone on the table.

  “My phone?”

  “No. You’re mine this weekend, remember? Do you not trust me? Do you think you’ll need the phone to call someone? Do you want the contract we discussed?”

  She shook her head. “I trust you, but…” She looked longingly at the phone.

  “You want the phone as security, instead of a contract?”

  “Yes, my liege. Please.” That, and Ruben might call.

  She watched him consider the options before he finally walked to the table and picked up the phone.

  “All right. I’ll give you that one concession. But it will be the only one you get without paying a price this weekend. Understand?”

  “Yes, my liege.”

  “Good. Let’s go. I want to play tonight.”

  Chapter Four

  They were almost to Espanola when he broke the silence that had reigned in the car.

  “Thirsty?”

  She nodded.

  “You may speak, mi juguete.”

  “Are you going to call me your toy all weekend?”

  “Yes.” She could hear the humor in his voice. “I repeat. Are you thirsty?”

  “Yes, my liege.”

  “Good. We’ll go through a drive-through. Have a bite to eat, too.”

  Sorcha wiggled on the seat. True to his word, Diego had wound several lengths of nylon cord around her ankles, binding them together. He’d given her a pair of bandage scissors “just in case,” so she could cut the ropes if something happened.

  She’d thanked him with a smile.

  Now, as he prepared to pull into the small town, she was very aware she was practically nude, with bound ankles for any person to see at the drive-through.

  “Take the coat out from under you,” he said. “You can put it over your bottom half and hide that sweet pussy and bound legs. Once we get outside you’ll uncover for me again.”

  She held up her hand.

  “Yes?”

  “May I take off the ropes in town? So I can wear the coat? My breasts…”

  “You may not. I like looking at those beautiful tits. You’re lucky I’m letting you cover the ropes. Are you forgetting what you did to me on Monday?”

  “No, Sir. But you’re only letting me cover the ropes because the carhop might see them and call the cops. Of course you are a cop, so you wouldn’t get in trouble.”

  “It doesn’t matter if I am a cop. We’re two consenting adults, so we’re not doing anything illegal. Are we?”

  “No, my liege.”

  “Would you like a hamburger, or cheeseburger? Or something else?”

  Diego ordered cheeseburgers, fries, and sodas. After he’d placed the order, he rang the attendant back to make sure there were no onions on the burgers.

  Sorcha laughed, despite her unease. Her behind ached from where the belt had marked it, the straps burning. She knew that she’d deserved the spanking, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Plus, now she had to worry about being seen in these skimpy clothes. When the carhop came to the window, she would see Sorcha’s chest, displayed in all its glory. She’d probably run inside and tell her friends the woman in the truck was half-naked.

  “Please, my liege, may I put on the coat?”

  For an answer, he leaned over and pushed his hand inside the halter, capturing her breast and squeezing gently. He massaged her until Sorcha moaned; he popped the breast free from the halter and pinched her nipple.

  He placed his lips on her neck and gently nibbled on her, licking the spot before whispering, “No, you may not.”

  Sorcha could see the carhop heading toward them. She looked to be in her mid twenties, but that didn’t make Sorcha feel any better.

  “Master Diego. She’s coming.”<
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  He continued to squeeze her nipple and nibble her neck. Sorcha shivered under his lips and hand. His touch was magical. They were the only car in the drive-through, true, but the workers were there. As the woman neared the car, he leaned over and suckled Sorcha’s nipple. She groaned when he gently bit it. He straightened and pushed Sorcha’s breast back into the halter. The woman gave them a knowing glance and handed Diego bags of food and two drinks.

  Sorcha’s hands shook as she took the drinks from Diego so he could pay the woman. She put them in the holders and swallowed deeply. She’d never been on display in public before. Well, not in the open. She’d been naked in scenes at Tygers, but this was different. The waitress knew Diego had been fondling her breast, had been sucking her. When she handed Diego his change, she winked at Sorcha and mouthed, “Lucky you.”

  He rolled up the window and they began to eat. Sorcha’s nipples throbbed under the leather, and her pussy was wet. She knew she might be leaving a spot on Diego’s leather seats, since she wasn’t wearing any underwear. They were almost done when he broke the silence.

  “Have you ever done bondage before?”

  “Only with you, that one time.”

  “Bondage is a lot of fun, but it can also be dangerous. It will be your job to let me know if you’re feeling any numbness, or tingling, on your body. It’s easy to cut off circulation, or pinch a nerve during bondage, and we don’t want that.”

  “Very true.”

  “If you feel tingling or any discomfort at all, you stop me immediately. Understand?”

  “Yes, my liege.”

  “Good. Now, while the bindings will be tight, they won’t be too tight. The general rule of thumb is you need to leave enough space to get two fingers between the rope and your subbie. I’ll test it throughout, but if you think something is too tight, you have to let me know.”

  He started the truck and pulled out onto the main road. “Even if I’ve ordered silence, safety takes precedence. You have to remember that.”

  “Yes, my liege.”

  “If you feel any kind of panic, tell me. Don’t internalize it. Let me help you deal with it. If you panic, you might struggle, and that can cause injury, from rope burns to worse. It’s very important.”

  “I understand, my liege.” His words were scaring her worse than the idea. She didn’t think she’d panic, but she’d only been tied once, and not for very long, but she knew that was about to change.

  “Now push the coat down and show me your pussy.”

  They’d hit the outskirts of town and Diego was pushing the truck up to highway speed. When she’d parted the skirt to reveal her pussy, Diego hissed.

  “Play with it. What do you want to use for a safe word?”

  She stroked herself, her clit throbbing as she did. “Piggy.”

  “That’s interesting. Any meaning?”

  “No, Sir. It just came to me.”

  “Very well. Take your hands away from your pussy.” He pushed the speed up and sighed. “We need to talk about something that’s going to take my idea off a high-speed blowjob. Tell me about your childhood.”

  Sorcha laughed, and they talked about growing up, her in Albuquerque and him in Santa Fe. They were discussing their mutual love for football when he slowed the truck and turned off onto a dirt road.

  “We’re here?”

  “Almost. It’s a few miles back. Take your breasts out of the halter.”

  Sorcha undid her seatbelt and unsnapped the halter, bringing it down to release her breasts. She settled back onto the seat.

  “Stroke that clit and listen to me very, very carefully. The first form of bondage we’re going to practice is verbal bondage. I’ll tell you to get into a certain position, and you’ll stay there until I say otherwise. Any deviation from the position brings punishment. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, my liege.”

  “Cut off the ropes on your ankles.”

  Sorcha leaned over and cut the bindings. They were loosely tied, more for show than anything else. She knew the gesture had been symbolic, to remind her she was bound to Diego for the weekend.

  The truck bumped over the dirt road, and Diego turned to the left, traveling down a winding path before stopping in front of a cabin. Sorcha examined the structure as best she could, since it was dark outside. It seemed large for a cabin, with a wraparound deck that held a table and chairs.

  When he stopped the truck he turned to her.

  “When you get out of the truck, raise the skirt to your waist. Walk to the deck, arms clasped behind your back. When you’re on the porch, turn to me and stand there, waiting, with your legs spread, head bowed. Do not move or speak until I say so.”

  “Yes, my liege.”

  Sorcha exited the car and wiggled the tight skirt above her hips. She knew her behind would be red from the spanking, and that the belt would have left definite marks on her skin. The cool air soothed her just a bit. She teetered across the dirt road on her high heels, hoping she didn’t fall and break something. She was conscious of the fact Diego watched her as she walked, and the knowledge made her already aroused pussy pound harder.

  She wanted to come. Needed to come. Her clit felt as if it was on fire, and she’d barely touched it in the truck. It was Diego, she knew, who caused that sensation. His domination of her was easy. All he had to do was open his mouth and she was ready to submit.

  She carefully climbed the stairs and turned toward the truck, spreading her legs and bowing her head. The headlights illuminated her and she wondered what he was thinking. What he was doing. Was he jacking off? She knew he’d been hard most of the trip. Was he relieving his own pressure while hers built?

  Or was he simply watching to make sure she stood absolutely still? Verbal bondage. Staying in the exact same position until her Master gave her permission to move. She wanted to lift her gaze to the truck, see if she could make him out. She wondered what he was doing. Was he just feasting his eyes on her body, the leather wrapped around her but open to reveal her most intimate parts? Her behind throbbed again and she wanted to turn and look at him, beg him to come to her, to relieve her tension.

  Her legs and arms began to tremble slightly from being kept in the same position. Sorcha kept her head down. How many minutes had passed? Four? Five? More? The night air grew colder and she felt goose bumps rise on her flesh.

  My liege! Please!

  She bit her lip and tried to focus on a pebble that sat on one of the deck boards. Maybe if she focused her energies on that she would be able to stay still.

  She almost cried out in relief when the truck door opened. She heard it slam and another one open. She knew he was taking stuff out of the truck, supplies he’d brought for the weekend.

  Leaves crunched under his boots as he walked toward her. In a few minutes he would tell her to stand upright, she knew it. But he didn’t. He passed her by, walked to the front door, and she heard a key turn in a lock. He went inside and Sorcha moaned softly.

  “I heard that.” His voice was deep. “That’s a punishment point.”

  His footsteps faded inside the house and she groaned inwardly.

  Who was he, Superman? How had he heard that soft moan? She wiggled her legs slightly, safe in the knowledge he’d gone inside.

  “And another one point. Bad girl. Did I tell you to move, or speak?”

  She shook her head. The screen door opened and she heard him set something down behind her. When his hands encircled her hips she bit back a cry of delight. He ran his fingers up and down her thighs, but she stayed still, despite the trembling in her legs.

  “Better,” he said. He delivered a sharp slap to her ass, one hand holding her in place. “Stand up. Move your arms and legs and relax for a few minutes. But no sound.”

  Her legs felt like jelly. She moved them and shook her hands, then turned to Diego. He stood next to the item he’d brought outside. Her eyes widened at the sight. It was a chair ‑‑ well, not really a chair, more like an old-fashioned
banana seat you’d find on a bicycle. Nestled in the center of it was a large dildo.

  “My punishment chair. Bad girls who get points have to sit on the punishment chair. Each point is two and a half minutes. You have two points so far, so that’s five minutes. You’ll sit on the cock and remain absolutely still, while I watch, for five minutes.”

  Five minutes? Surely he was kidding. She gauged the height of the chair. It looked like her legs would reach the ground, and she could put her feet flat on the ground. That was a good thing.

  “Come here.” She walked toward him, hoping at some point he’d let her take the clothing off. But she knew that wasn’t going to happen. He’d said he was visual, and watching turned him on. That meant he liked clothing and other things.

  When she was next to him, she lifted her gaze to him.

  “Straddle it. Take the cock deep inside you. Don’t worry, it’s been thoroughly cleaned. Would you like me to put a condom on it?”

  She shook her head, straddling the seat and putting the cock at her entrance. It slid into her wetness easily and Diego murmured his approval. Sorcha swallowed a groan. She hadn’t had anything inside her for so long. Even though she’d rather it was Diego, the dildo felt fantastic.

  “Now, stand on your tiptoes.”

  When she lifted up, the cock slid out. Diego crossed behind her and the chair began to move. How had she missed that? It was on a hydraulic system of sorts, so it could adjust to different heights, just like a chair in a beauty salon.

  The cock moved inside her as the chair rose to meet her behind. When it did, her welts cried out in dismay. Her ass hurt something fierce.

  “There. Much better. Stay on your tiptoes. You may put your hands on your thighs for leverage.”

  She settled her hands near her knees, bending slightly.

  “There,” Diego said. “Stay right there. And let us begin.”

  She heard the click of a stopwatch, and the creak of wood as Diego sat down. “Very nice.”

  Time seemed to move at a snail’s pace. Her pussy ached with desire and she squeezed the dildo lightly, loving the feel of it deep inside her. Sorcha thought a minute might have passed, maybe two, when the dildo began to vibrate, slow at first, and then faster and faster. Her already aching pussy and clit contracted and she came, throwing her head back and rocking on the cock, bouncing up and down as the orgasm overtook her, screaming out Diego’s name.