His lips suck my throat. I’m pushed down onto the bed, him on top of me, my legs flinging into the air.

Take it out, Ian. Take out your cock and fuck me.

Just as quickly as this begins, Ian rolls off and points to the pillow.

“Up there.”

My legs are shaking as I pull myself to the head of the bed. Ian walks around the edge, opening a drawer and pulling out what I’ve been wondering about for a while now.

Handcuffs. Black silk.

I know what’s coming, but I’m denying it for my own sanity.

Pink. I can say it. I keep that power locked within me.

“Tell me what you want, Katie.” Ian goes through a few scraps of black silk, holding this one up to the light and that one against my bare skin. “What turns you on the most right now? What position are you begging for?”

He sounds like he’s negotiating with me. “I don’t care, sir. I just want you to…”

Ian raises an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“I want you to fuck me. With your cock. Please.”

The handcuffs land beside me. They sound so heavy. “Last two times I did that, I took you against a wall.” Before I can say uncle, one of my wrists is handcuffed to the bed. Have I mentioned that I’m on my stomach? I feel so vulnerable that I want to cry. This is happening so fast. “In fact, I haven’t had non-wall sex with a woman in a good while. I can’t wait to take you.”

He snatches my other wrist and makes it join the first.

“Well, well.” Ian’s fingers start at my neck and then travel down my back, following the curve of my spine before ending at my ass. My wet ass, since that’s how aroused I am.

I kinda hate it.

“You are the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” I don’t know if he’s telling the truth, and I don’t care. It makes me feel better. “I’m going to take you, Katie. I’m going to take your body and send your mind to oblivion.” He squeezes my French twist. I don’t know why he likes my hair up so much.

Then he pulls it out of its hold, my long hair falling over my face, down my back. It covers his hand as he caresses my flesh.

Ian lifts the blindfold.

“Wait…”

“Hm?” He sits next to me, his weight making the bed sink and my body slightly roll left. “Problem? Tell me what’s on your mind.”

I don’t know where to begin. Partly because he’s wrapping the silk around my eyes, cutting me off from the world. “I don’t know…”

“I’m not going to gag you. You’ll have every bit of power to say your safe word. But I want to do this.”

“Okay.”

Suddenly his breath is in my ear. “Good.” And now his hand is on my ass.

Firm.

Menacing.

Adrenaline pumps through me. Oh God. Oh fuck. Please take mercy on me.

I’ve never been spanked before.

I yelp when he does nothing more than tap my ass. You’d think he whacked me with a fucking flogger.

“Shh.” He kisses my shoulder, nibbling my bra strap again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Why are you spanking me?”

I know I’m being insubordinate. I can’t help it. I need to know.

“You need to be broken in, Katie. You need to have your mindset changed, still. I’m not giving you release until I feel you’re actually in a sub’s headspace.”

I don’t say anything.

“You’ve always tried to take power.” He smacks my ass, gently, but enough to make me jerk up and yank on my handcuffs. I wish I could see the look on his face, what his hand is doing. Instead, I get another tap on my other cheek. “I don’t blame you. A woman in your position… it must be difficult.”

He spanks me harder. I gasp, a whimper underlying my voice.

“Now you’re going to let go of that control. You’re going to take every sting people have tried to throw your way and you so justly brushed off. You have to, Kathryn. You have to accept the sting.”

Ow!

Ow!

He spanked me so hard that I shrieked into the pillow!

The sting, as he calls it, takes over my body. It’s all I can fucking feel, especially when he whacks me again, my flesh rippling beneath his touch and… and… so numb. So sore. My legs shoot up and I instinctively try to roll away from his hurting touch. But I can’t. The handcuffs prevent me from using my body as it should be used.

Instead, he’s using it.

“Do you feel that?” Ian’s voice is caustic, angry. “Do you feel how much it hurts?”

“Yes!” I flinch the next time he spanks me.

“Do you feel how much it pleases you?”

I can feel it. Yes. Deep beneath the sting, beneath the pain, is excitement. Ian’s brash love has me shuddering, not in fear, but in pleasure. Pleasure. A Dom is spanking me, and I’m… I like it.

Especially when his fingers occasionally dip inside of me, fucking me tenderly until he pulls out and spanks me again.

Oh, fuck. Fuck.

At first, I’m ashamed. I hate how much I like this. I’m not supposed to. Not because I’m a good girl, but because I’m supposed to take power in spanking others. I’ve spanked many men – and a few women – in my life. Watching them shudder, begging for sexual mercy, is so exquisite. And now here I am, so confused as to why the roles have been switched.

I don’t do this.

I don’t submit!

“Tell me you like it, Katie. Tell me you like the pain.”

Blood hits my lips. I didn’t realize I had been chomping on them. “I do…” It hurts so much, and yet I can’t bring myself to say the safe word. I want more. More.

I want my ass to burn in pain. I want to feel every sting the world has ever flung at me. In this safe, controlled environment.

I had no idea this was therapy.

“Please! Another!’

The words are out of my mouth. I can’t control them. I want that sting. I want that crippling pain. I want it infused into my blood, to feel his hand hurt me.

I could make this stop, but I don’t want to!

I want him to make me bleed!

Only Ian. Only Ian could do this to me. I don’t know how I let him into my head so quickly, but he’s doing it. He’s turning me into a sub.

I’m so scared and yet so excited.

Give in, Kathryn.

Give in to that side of you that he wants to see. The one that turns him on and makes him fuck you until you can’t even see the stars in the sky.

Although my eyes see darkness, I feel a burning red. It’s my blood boiling. Fighting back the pain. Accepting this cruel punishment for daring to outrun my fears for so long. At some point they had to catch up to me. Now here they are, manifested in a Dom’s hand.

I love it.

“One more, sir,” I whisper. “Please, Ian, one more.”

“And then what?” I can feel his hand hovering above my ass.

My lip is bleeding into his pillow. “And then fuck me, sir!”

“I’m not going to just fuck you, Kathryn.” His fingers graze my ass, reminding me what this is for. “I’m going to tear you apart until you fall so far down off your high horse that you can’t imagine ever climbing back up again. You are my possession now. I own you.”

Smack!

It’s white now. Not darkness. The blindfold may bring shadows, but I see hot, white lights as he hits me so hard that my body aches. Burns. Aches for any touch he’s willing to give.

My ass barely has time to numb before I feel Ian behind me, settling in between my legs. His legs are bare. When did he undress?

Shit, his skin feels so good against mine. Even through the pain, my thighs become wetter. I’m ready.

Do it, Ian. Fuck it all out of me.

Pull my hair. Bite my neck. Fill me with your cock and get your own fill of my body wrapped around yours. I’m yours. I’m yours!

“You don’t know what you do to me, Katie.” His cock is hard again. He’s grinding it against my leg, letting me feel his stiff length. I want it. I want it inside of me, even in this position. “Ever since we started this game a few weeks ago, I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you every way imaginable. I want to share everything I know with you.”