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  “He visits me.”

  “Baker?”

  “Yes. He comes into my dreams. And lately, into my house. He’s haunting me.”

  “Only because you let him. You need to let go. You need to push him away.” She stroked his cheek. “Maybe I can take your mind off it for a while. Since you’re staying here, you can give me a lesson.”

  Her heart quickened when he turned his gaze to her. “Tell me, Apuro, what do you think submission means?”

  “Giving over of one’s self to another. A power exchange.”

  “That’s right. In this case, you would be giving yourself over to me. You’d have to trust me completely. You’d have to be willing to obey me. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes.” She thought back to last night, to the scene of bondage in the main room, the punishment she’d witnessed. She’d known the sub had been whipped. She’d heard the sounds of it when Eric had been pounding into her.

  Strangely enough, it had excited her. Not that another person was feeling pain. What had excited her was the idea she might experience those sensations. That Eric might one day spank her, or flog her.

  “What excited you about last night?”

  “You mean besides feeling you in my cunt? All of it.”

  “Explain to me. I want to hear what excited you, and why.”

  “It was all so intense. I want to feel that. I want to feel the connection with you.”

  She knew she’d said the right words when he smiled. He looked at his watch.

  “It’s almost midnight. Try Joseph’s cell phone one more time.”

  She dialed the number, and let the same message she’d left before.

  “I can’t decide if his not answering is good, or bad.”

  “A bit of both,” Eric said. “I don’t think Jaymes has him. But I don’t understand why he wouldn’t answer a call from you. What did he say to you after I left yesterday?”

  “Nothing. He said he was sorry for the trouble. I took it to mean he was sorry about the break-ins, as if you would say sorry you’re sick.”

  Eric nodded. He knew Joseph meant more than that. Joseph had done something against Jaymes, and somehow he’d dragged Angel into his problems.

  “Well, we can’t worry anymore tonight,” Eric said. “I’ve got someone watching his house in case he shows up.”

  “And you’re here to protect me. And teach me.”

  “All right. The first thing we do is talk.”

  Angel frowned. “Talk? Where’s the fun in that?”

  “For a true Dom/sub relationship to be intense, like you want, there has to be trust. We can’t bond any other way. So, I’ll lay out the rules. I want you to listen carefully. Failure to follow the rules results in punishment.”

  Eric’s palms began to sweat. He pushed any self-doubt he had to the back of his mind as he told her to stand and take her clothes off. He could control himself tonight. He could act like the Dom he was and bring Angel, and himself, intense pleasure.

  When she was naked, she started to sit back down and he shook his head.

  “Kneel in front of me. Hands behind your back, legs spread.”

  He watched her as she obeyed, her face alight with anticipation.

  “Now, a power exchange does not mean one person tells the other what to do, and they do it, without questions. A true Dom knows his sub’s limits. He pushes them, yes, but he doesn’t expect his sub to obey blindly. That’s why you have a safe word.”

  “What is that? Does that mean I can stop something?”

  “Basically. A safe word is for when a sub thinks she’s been pushed too far. When something bothers her. It’s not to be used lightly, but it will stop the scene entirely. You need to pick a word you don’t use often. For instance, stop, or no, doesn’t work. Lots of people say things like that when they’re making love. ‘Oh, stop. Oh, no.’ You have to choose something that will come quickly to your mind but is not a part of your everyday speech. Do you have something in mind?”

  Angel’s gaze roamed the room, examining different objects. Finally she said, “What about ayuda?”

  He laughed. “Spanish for help? All right. If I hear that word, I stop. You have to make sure you want me to stop, because I probably won’t start again. It’s not for a rest period, but it’s for something that truly bothers you. Do you trust me enough to know that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Then let’s begin.”

  Angel’s nipples tightened, if that were possible. She knew they were harder than they’d ever been with just his voice caressing her skin. The words “let’s begin” made her shiver with delight.

  “You belong to me now, Apuro. You will do as you’re told, when you’re told. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes.”

  He narrowed his eyes at her and she murmured, “Sir. Yes, Sir.”

  “How wet is your pussy?”

  “Very, Sir.”

  “Show me. Dip your fingers inside. Make them glisten with your juices.”

  Angel’s hands moved quickly down her stomach and centered between her legs, diving into her pussy as if it were caviar at a cocktail party.

  “Slow down, Apuro,” Eric said with a laugh. “Things are better if they’re savored.”

  “I want to come,” she whispered, her fingers finding her clit and circling it, bringing the juices up from her slit to surround the hardened bud.

  “You don’t come without my permission. If you do, you’ll be punished.”

  “You’ll spank me?” She knew she sounded too eager, but she couldn’t help it.

  “Punishment doesn’t always include spankings. I control you now, which means I control your orgasm. Do you understand?”

  She frowned at him, then nodded.

  “Tell me about yourself, sexually. What things have you tried?”

  Angel felt her cheeks heat up. She moved her fingers to her hips and started to stand.

  “Did I say you could get up? Stay in position, with your fingers in your pussy.”

  She did as he said, part of her angry about the order, and part of her very thrilled.

  “Tell me.”

  “Well, there’s not much I haven’t tried. If you’re looking for a true Angel, I guess we need to stop.”

  “I want specifics.”

  Angel looked at the floor near his feet. Here’s where it ended, she knew. She’d been very wild for about two years, doing things others rejected. Now, she worked her hardest to keep her past secret, although many people knew. And here he was, trying to drag it out of her.

  “I’ve been tied to a bed.” There, she hoped that was sufficient.

  “Too vanilla. I know you’ve been a naughty girl, and I want to hear it.”

  “Even if it makes me uncomfortable?”

  “Yes.”

  “Fine.” Her voice was defiant and she figured that when she was done, he would get up and leave. “I’ve been with more than one man at a time. Once, I took on three men at one time, so I had a cock in my pussy, one in my ass, and one in my mouth at the same time. I’ve taken part in an orgy. I’ve been fucked up the ass. I strapped on a dildo and fucked my roommate one time until she screamed for mercy. Then I stuck it up her ass. Afterward we ate each other’s pussies. I screwed a man I’d just met at a Fourth of July party, in the bathroom of a friend’s house. I gave a date a blowjob in a theater. Do I need to go on?”

  Her chest was heaving and her fingers had stopped moving.

  “Did I tell you to stop playing with your pussy, Apuro? Keep going. I’m having fun watching you. And, by the way, I’m going to ignore the fact you lied to me last night about being with another woman.”

  “Aren’t you disgusted? Some of the men I did those things with were disgusted. That’s why they never called me back, or saw me again. I was disgusted with myself.”

  “Why?”

  “Because. I was a slut.”

  Eric shook his head. “Angel. Look at me.”

  Unshed tears sw
am in her eyes as their gazes met.

  “You shouldn’t feel disgusted about what you’ve done. It’s a part of you, and it doesn’t disgust me. Understand?”

  She nodded, her eyes wide.

  “You need to know what we do together will be consensual. I will never force you into anything. I will try to push you along, yes, but not by force. Do you know why I asked you to tell me those things?”

  “No.” Her voice trembled.

  “Because I’d heard you had a past. And I wanted you to tell me about it so you would know I didn’t care. I’m here with you tonight because I want to be. I could order a car to watch the house, but I’d rather be inside, with you. As far as I’m concerned your past is gone.”

  She stared at him for a few seconds as the shock spread through her system. He could be telling her the truth, or he could just be telling her what she wanted to hear. Finally, she nodded and whispered, “Thank you.”

  “I wanted it out in the open, right out front. I’m no angel myself.”

  She laughed nervously.

  “Do you have a vibrator?”

  “Yes, several of them.”

  His laugh made her laugh. She relaxed a little more.

  “Go and get one. Wipe your tears and come back downstairs.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Does he have a name?”

  His question startled her. “The vibrator? No.”

  He crooked his finger at her and she went to stand in front of him. He tipped her chin up and smiled at her, then reached around, and slapped her bare behind.

  “Shall we try that again?”

  “No, Sir.” She rubbed her stinging bottom.

  “Much better.” He held up two taper candles, about ten inches long and an inch in diameter. “I found these in the kitchen. I hope you don’t mind.”

  She shook her head.

  “Good. Get down on your hands and knees.”

  When she was in position, he held one of the candles in front of her face.

  “Suck the fat end for me. Get it nice and wet.”

  He trailed the other candle down her back, then knelt behind her.

  “Just a small test of your willingness to serve,” Eric said. “This is just a little thing, but some ladies balk at it. You’ll have a candle in your pussy, and one in your ass. Then, you’ll hold them in you while you watch me masturbate. If you keep them in you like a good little girl, I’ll let you come. If not, you’ll go to bed with an aching clit. Do you understand?”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “Do. You. Understand?”

  He was fucking her with the candle now, sliding it in and out of her wetness. She was so flooded that she knew it would be hard to keep it in her while she watched him.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Very good. Give me the other one.”

  She handed it to him and tried not to tense up when she felt him push it against her back opening. It had been a while since she’d taken anything there, and she was more than a little apprehensive.

  “Relax,” he whispered as he pushed the fat end past the tight ring of her muscle.

  She groaned as he filled her with it, moving the one in front in rhythm with the one in the back.

  “Very good. I can’t tell you how much my cock is itching to be that second candle, Apuro. You have a very sweet little ass.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  When he stopped the movements, Angel groaned. Her clit throbbed in anticipation of an orgasm, and each thrust had taken her closer. He walked away from her, taking off his clothes and sitting down on the couch.

  Angel marveled at his beauty. She hadn’t seen much of him last night. He’d taken her from behind, and then dressed and left quickly. Now she could see he had a nice, thick cock, which he fondled with even strokes.

  She wanted him to move closer so she could reach out and lick him. Lick the head, run her tongue down to his balls, and swallow his shaft. She knew that wouldn’t happen, though, unless he wanted it to.

  He sat down and moved his hand up and down his hardness.

  “Watch me, Apuro. Watch my cock.”

  She fastened her gaze on his movements. Behind her she clenched her muscles in an effort to keep the candles from slipping from her now very wet pussy, and her rear, which wasn’t used to the invasion. The clenching made her clit tighten and she fought against the wave of orgasm that threatened to burst forth.

  “I need…”

  “You need to behave yourself. I can see what you’re doing. You’ll wait.”

  “Eric.”

  “Tut, tut, tut. I should deny you for that alone.” He stopped moving his hand, his gaze trained on her.

  “Please, Sir Eric, please.”

  “Sir Eric. Hmm, I like that. Now I can be all royal and knightly.”

  He started to stroke himself again and Angel groaned inwardly. She felt as if her body would explode, the pressure hard and sweet at the same time. She could feel the candle in her ass slipping and she clenched her muscles tighter.

  Eric’s own breathing was coming harder, his hand moving faster as he watched her. After a few more minutes of torture he stood and walked to her, never lessening the strokes on his cock.

  “Open.” His voice sounded strangled and Angel complied, lifting up her head. The candles in her pussy and ass slipped, the one in her behind falling all the way out as she took his cock in her mouth.

  She sucked greedily and groaned when the first of his come hit the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly as he continued to fill her, his hands on her head, holding her steady. When he pulled his cock away from her mouth and gently rubbed her shoulder, she put her head on his thigh.

  “I lost the candle.”

  “I know. But you did very well for your first time. You can still earn an orgasm.”

  She laughed softly. “How?”

  “Stand up.”

  The other candle left her body and dropped to the floor as she stood. She bent to pick them up, but Eric stopped her.

  “Leave them for now. Spread your legs. Arms behind your back with your head bowed.”

  She did as he said, her body tingling with need.

  “Who are you?”

  “Ang…Apuro.”

  “Very good.” He stroked her hair. “And who am I?”

  “Sir Eric.”

  “That’s right,” he said with a chuckle. “I own your body now, Apuro. Isn’t that right?”

  “Yes, Sir Eric.”

  The words made her tingle.

  “I’m proud of you for not coming. I know it had to have been hard. Take the vibrator. Put it on your clit. Come for me now.”

  Angel reached for the vibrator, turned it on high, and stroked it across her clit. Two swift passes and she came, her muscles contracting around the remembered feel of the candle. Eric stroked her hair and whispered words of approval, telling her she was a good girl, and he loved watching her come.

  “I’m very proud of you.” He tipped her face to his and kissed her gently.

  “Does this mean I’m a sub?”

  “We’re working on it. Did you enjoy tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  “Me, too. What time do you have to be at work?”

  “Six. Carmen and Lilia are opening up.”

  “Good. Let’s see if we can get some sleep. Then, maybe tomorrow I can find Joseph.”

  Chapter Nine

  When the phone rang at four a.m. it took Eric a few minutes to realize he wasn’t at home. He sat upright and reached for the nightstand, only to realize the phone wasn’t there. It was on the other side of the bed.

  Angel’s whispered “hello” reminded him of where he was. He ran his fingers through his hair and stood, stretching and trying to remember exactly where the bathroom was. Light from the streetlamp outside illuminated part of the room.

  When his eyes adjusted he saw a room and headed toward it. When he came back out, Angel was hanging up the phone and reaching for her pants.

&n
bsp; “What?”

  “That was Joseph’s mother. She just got a telephone call that scared the hell out of her. I told her we’d come over.”

  Eric began pulling on his clothes, throwing Angel’s pants at her when he picked them up by mistake.

  “What did they say?”

  “I’m not really sure. She was crying, and slurring her words. Something about Joseph.”

  They headed down the stairs, Eric right on Angel’s heels. She grabbed her keys and opened the front door, slamming back into Eric’s chest and screaming as a body, hanging over the open screen door, swayed in the wind in front of her.

  “No! No! Joseph.” She made to grab at the swaying form but Eric captured her in his arms and propelled her backward. He stepped in front of her and moved toward the morbid sight on the porch.

  After a few steps he realized the swaying form wasn’t a body, but a dummy made out of cloth and stuffed with newspapers. Hanging around the dummy’s neck was a sign.

  This is Your First, and ONLY Warning.

  Behind him, he could hear Angel crying, her deep, heavy sobs escaping into the room.

  “It’s OK. Baby, it’s OK. It’s not real.” He gathered her in his arms and pulled her head to his chest. “It’s not real. It’s all right.”

  “I thought…I thought…” She continued to sob, her breathing coming out in hiccups.

  “Baby, you need to take a deep breath and relax before you hyperventilate on me. Here, sit down on the couch.”

  When she was seated, he ran to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping only to use his cell phone to call for an officer to investigate the scene.

  She’d had one glass of water and had stopped crying by the time the squad car arrived.

  “You stay here and let me talk to the officer.”

  When she pushed his hands away, he laughed.

  “I’m not a baby.”

  “Sorry. Cop instinct.” He helped her from the couch and tried not to pull her into his chest when she grimaced at the sight on her porch.

  “Are those Joseph’s clothes?”

  “They don’t look familiar,” she said, shaking her head.

  The officer took the particulars and called for a crime scene tech to collect the dummy.

  “We need to talk to Khayia,” Angel said. “You stay here. I’ll go there.”