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  She stared at the phone about to state the obvious but bit her lower lip instead. The rules meant she couldn't talk unless asked a question that required a response.

  "Do I need to repeat myself?"

  How did he know she was hesitating?

  "No, Benjamin."

  Unnerved and with a quick glance behind as if she was expecting him to be standing there, she stood in front of the desk, back upright, shoulders squared, chest pushed out, her arms behind her back and feet shoulder-width apart, holding her body still the way he'd taught her.

  "Turn around, slowly."

  Strange. Still, she did as he instructed, heat sweeping over her body. In her mind's eye she pictured his all-seeing gaze on her. Tingles spread as she came to stop facing the desk again. He clit pulsed, aching with arousal. She wanted to pull her legs together. Knowing it would be going against Benjamin's wishes, she didn't.

  "Take the clip out of your hair."

  How did he know she had a hair clip on? Her gaze swept the room, searching. She couldn't see anything that looked like a camera. Despite the intrusion, the notion of being watched by Benjamin had her womb clenching with exhilaration.

  Standing naked in front of anyone else would kill her. Humiliate her. Strip away the dignity she'd fought to regain since the attack that resulted in her scars. Her husband knew it. He'd never allowed anyone else to catch a glimpse of her bare body. She pictured him sitting at his office desk watching her via a video feed.

  Was it intrusion since he owned her body? Was he sitting alone in his office playing with his massive erection while watching her naked?

  "Do you want to say something, Selina?" He sounded amused.

  "Can I ask a question, please?"

  "I will answer any questions you have later. But for now you are to simply obey me."

  She bit her lip, her frown even more pronounced.

  "If you want to stop, you know what to do," he added in a matter-of-fact tone.

  If she stopped the session, then he would have to answer her questions. It would also mean giving up any thrill or release she would've gotten out of the session. She'd gotten angry with him earlier because she'd thought he was abandoning play day. If this was his way of making it up to her, she couldn’t miss the opportunity.

  Letting out a sigh, she unclipped her hair and allowed the thick untamed dark tresses to cascade down her shoulders and back.

  "I don't want to stop."

  In this moment, he was in charge, and she trusted him to keep her safe.

  "That's your second display of insubordination today. Anymore and I will suspend the rest of play day until I've punished you appropriately. Are we clear?"

  "Yes, Benjamin," she replied, her head tilted down, her gaze glued to the clawed feet of the mahogany desk. One thing was certain, she couldn’t afford to screw up or get any more demerits than she already had coming to her.

  "In the bottom right hand drawer of the desk, there's a small bag. Go and retrieve it."

  Without hesitation she walked around the desk and bent to open the drawer.

  "There's nothing more beautiful than your ass exposed to me like that, except your pussy. But I'll get to that in a moment."

  A shocked gasp escaped her lips. He could see her! She lifted her head.

  "Be still, beauty. I want to look at your lovely plump behind."

  She remained bent over, her hands now propped on the desk top, shaking with both excitement and fear.

  He's watching me! How?

  "I love looking at it. But even better, I love touching it."

  Her breath held, locked in her throat, her pulse rate increasing.

  "I love the smoothness of the skin and the way it wobbles when I spank it, the way it yields to my touch, just like you yield to my command."

  Her womb clenched several times as she remembered his caresses. The way he would trace the callused pad of his fingers over her bum, the firmness of his palm when it connected with her skin in a smack. She had to admit that when the spanking was for her pleasure rather than a tool of punishment, she enjoyed it.

  "And your lovely tight hole … one day I'm going to breach it."

  Blood surged in her veins, pounding in her ears.

  "Fill you up so you won't know where you end and I begin."

  Her ass clenched tight.

  "Fuck you so hard, you will pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all."

  Her breathing came in short spurts. There didn’t seem to be enough air in the room. Her heart was beating so hard she almost felt faint.

  "Would you like that, my beautiful Selina?"

  "Yes," she breathed out in a soft gasp little more than a whisper, her voice breathless, and air barely getting into her lungs.

  Her head swam with all the images he'd placed in there with his words. Her mind reeled with all the possibilities. Flames of desire licked her skin. She held firm to the table afraid she would collapse on the floor in a trembling heap of arousal.

  While they'd played and she'd fantasized about it, nothing more than his tongue and finger had ever touched her back entrance before. Would he fuck her there today? She turned her head to look behind her.

  "One day soon, but not today," he answered her silent question, the laughter in his voice obvious.

  She shivered. The intuitive way he read her was uncanny.

  "Now, take the bag out and empty the contents in a corner of the sofa."

  She pulled out the soft cloth black bag and straightened seductively. It was amazing how much little words of admiration could affect her confidence. Now she sashayed to the couch, releasing her inner sex kitten with every deliberate step. Knowing he was watching her and that he liked her back view so much, she bent over exposing her ass and sex again as she emptied out the bag.

  "Good girl," he said. A smile played on her lips.

  The items on the sofa sent her pulse racing again. There was a large silicone dildo, a transparent glass vibrator with an anal stimulator, a pair of diamond studded nipple clamps with magnetic chain links, and a white tube of lubricant.

  One day, he'd presented the boxed items as a gift to her. They were for her use. Never having owned a sex toy, she'd soon discovered how much Ben loved using them on her.

  "Anything that blows your overactive mind is a good gadget," he'd said then.

  "Sit in the sofa. Spread your legs apart."

  She did so, her body sinking into the leather, the softness stroking her back.

  "As I'm not there with you, you're going to have to follow my instructions diligently. No hesitations. No coming until I say so."

  "Yes, Benjamin," she whispered as anticipation and arousal fought for dominance in her veins.

  "First, I want you to show me how you touch your body with your hands. Prepare yourself for me."

  Sighing she leaned back on to the sofa, tilting her head back to rest on the top. Then she lifted her right hand stroking her neck downward, her skin soft and sensitive. Her left hand stroked from her belly upwards, the scars there rough and hard. The contrast in textures fueled her desire.

  Carrying out his instructions meant he experienced each physical stroke and each tangible caress vicariously. She appreciated this connection they shared. It was as real as Benjamin caressing her body himself.

  She palmed her breast, weighing the right one the way he did, then the other before squeezing the flesh of each with her hands. A moan escaped her lips as pleasure zinged around her body.

  Rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefinger, she tugged the tips until they hardened into points, electric vibes making her clit throb as she played with each nipple. Her womb clenched with need, and she knew she couldn’t ignore it any more.

  She slid her hand down over the smooth lips of her sex she'd shaved in the shower this morning. Benjamin had always preferred her body hairless except on her head.

  "I don't want anything hiding you from me. Not your clothes and not the hair," he'd said to her once. So she shaved h
er legs and sex every other day.

  "That's right. Open yourself. Let me see that tight little bundle," he said now, his voice deep, his tone controlled. But she detected a roughness in there as well. He was aroused. Knowing how much she affected her control freak of a husband, she smiled.

  Using both hands, she parted the lips, revealing her erect clitoris.

  "So pink and beautiful. It's crying out for my tongue, isn't it, Lina?"

  "Yes!" Her voice was breathless, a shiver running down her spine.

  "Flick your index finger around it. Imagine it's my tongue tracing a circle on your clit."

  She did so, and a thrill coursed through her body enhanced because she pictured her husband's rough tongue teasing her.

  "That's right. I'm licking it, coaxing your clit until it's erect and swollen."

  She panted, fever rushing over her body.

  "Dip a finger into your pussy and show me how wet you are."

  Gasping with delight, she thrust her middle finger inside her soaked channel. When she withdrew it, the digit was coated in her juice up to the second knuckle, glistening in the bright daylight.

  "I love that you're so responsive to me. It is me touching you, right?"

  "Yes, Benjamin. Your tongue is caressing my clit, making me wet."

  "Good girl. Pick up the vibrator and fill your pussy with it. Slowly. I want to see your pussy swallow it up," he said. "Don't turn it on yet. If you need lube then use some."

  Ignoring the lube, she picked up the glass sex toy. She tilted her hips up and inserted the bulbous tip, crying out softly as the cool smooth surface penetrated her.

  "That's it. Push it all the way in."

  She followed his words. The object widened her insides, warming as it went in, leaving her body feeling full. When it was completely fitted, the anal extension brushed against her back hole.

  Her arousal spiked, her channels contracting around the vibrator though it wasn't on yet. If she turned it on it wouldn’t take long for her to climax, as her body was already wound so tight.

  "With the other hand roll and tug your nipple until it is stiff."

  When she obeyed, her arousal spiked again, warm blood rushing to her nipples, her nerve endings sensitized.

  "Pick up the clamp and attach it to your lovely stiffened nipple."

  She hesitated, staring at the clamps but not picking them up. She'd never choose to inflict pain on herself although she'd allowed Benjamin to use the clamps before.

  "Do it." The depth of his tone suggested he wasn't going to allow for her to back out.

  She picked the item up that looked like pincers but with flat instead of serrated edges. With shaky hands she applied it on and hissed as pain shot from her nipple.

  "Breathe, Lina."

  His voice calmed her, and soon the sting dulled to a bearable level turning to delicious heat.

  "Now the other one."

  She inhaled several breaths before repeating the process with her other nipple, rolling it with her fingers before applying the clamp. He talked her through the pain, soothing her nerves until she relaxed again.

  A month ago she would have been unable to do or even accept for anyone to do that to her. Benjamin had proved his worth as a dominant man, quashing her fears.

  This was progress in an unshakable form. One day she would trust him with the secrets buried in the deepest vault of her mind. And that day was fast approaching.

  "Good girl. Your obedience is a gift that pleases me. You will be rewarded."

  She continued breathing slowly dragging air into her lungs, the dull ache pulling her into a trance. The sound of his voice lapped at her body, a gentle ocean tide.

  "As I'm not there to control you directly, the nipple clamps will act for me to keep your orgasm in check."

  He knew her too well. Without the pain as a pleasurable distraction, her body was already primed to explode as soon as any stimulation hit her clit.

  "Now turn on the vibrator but keep the setting low."

  Chapter Four

  The gentle whirring sound of the vibrator masked the devastating effect it was having on Selina’s body as she let out a long keening cry after she turned it on. The setting was at the lowest. Still, her body was already aroused. The mild pulsation teased, akin to putting a drop of water on the lips of a thirsty man in the desert and expecting that to be enough. Expecting him not to want to snatch the bottle of water and gulp down the rest.

  With an orgasm so close at hand, she wanted more intensity and more friction. Her overwhelming need for release fought with her need to relinquish control, to trust Benjamin's ascendancy, knowing it could only lead to the ultimate in pleasure.

  "Play with your breasts. Tug the chains when you're close to coming."

  That her brain could still process his instructions was a mini-miracle. With an effort, she returned attention to her breasts, using her hands to squeeze them together, turning their throbbing ache to something deliciously decadent that joined the pleasure building in the rest of her.

  Her lower body was on fire, the slow rising fever that resurrected from her sex and was now spreading up her spine, belly, and chest to heat her face.

  She tugged at the magnetic chain linking the nipple clamps, and the sweep of sharp pain held back the urgent rise of her orgasm. For a moment she just lay there panting, trying to refocus her mind on the tremors in her sex and not the twinge in her breasts.

  Swiftly, the tenderness and pleasure balanced out, and she remembered where she was, in Benjamin's study. He was on the phone line and watching her from a secret camera hidden somewhere in this room.

  He'd been silent for a while, which was unusual. He was always active, either giving instructions or participating. She tried to imagine what he was doing on the other end.

  Was he naked? Somehow she knew Benjamin wouldn’t take all his clothes off. It was more likely that he would unzip his trousers and release his erection into his large callused hand. She chose to picture him that way.

  In her mind's eye, he sat in his black leather executive chair, the sleeves of his sky blue shirt rolled up to the elbows revealing strong, sinewy, tanned arms covered in golden brown hairs. His firm thigh muscles flexing in his charcoal trousers, the black belt and fly undone, his hefty shaft wrapped in his long fingers, the blunt head engorged, a pearl of pre-cum beading there.

  She licked her lips, picturing her tongue swiping at the bulbous tip, tasting his seed as she knelt on the rough hardwearing carpet in his office, her body as bare as she was now. She would run her tongue along its length, licking and sucking the steel encased in satin.

  Then he would wrap his hands in the strands of her hair tugging her head back before filling her mouth with his shaft. She would suck it, swallowing him up as much as she could until its head hit the back of her throat. She would work it, his body heat as well as the scent of his musk adding to her excitement, the evidence dripping down her thighs until he swelled in her mouth and let out a loud growl, spilling his cum down her throat.

  The imagery she conjured up only worsened her fate. Passion took over, an urgent orgasm rising through her body, and she bit her lip.

  Her hips bucked, her inner walls contracting around the vibrator as the butt piece continued to tease her hole. A tug of the nipple chain only increased the rate at which her orgasm peaked.

  "Ben?" She pleaded, asking for permission, knowing she couldn’t hold back much longer.

  "Now, beauty," he said, his voice husky. "Fly for me."

  The words barely registered before her climax tipped over the edge and her whole body convulsed. She screamed, releasing the pent-up stress bubbling inside her mind all week. Nothing else gave her this mindless, breathless high that surpassed all else, except submitting to Benjamin. As she slumped on the sofa, her brain blanked out.

  ****

  Benjamin's heart pounded against his chest, his blood whooshing in his ears. It took an effort to stop from panting out loud. All from watching Selina's
sweet submission.

  Witnessing her beautiful hard-earned compliance swelled his heart with delight. It had taken weeks of training to get to this point, weeks of patiently nurturing and enforcing patterns, of rewarding and punishing as was necessary.

  Yet at one point this morning he'd thought they'd had a setback. The way she'd glared at him, her eyes burning with her fury. He'd thought she would defy him and refuse to obey his instructions. Only the months of experience he'd taken to learn her character had prevented an all-out disintegration of what they'd both achieved.

  With Selina it was always about getting the right balance of carrot and stick. Too much carrot and she would get lippy. Too much stick and she would run. He'd still have to take the stick to her lovely behind for her outburst this morning. But that could wait.

  For a moment, Benjamin stared at the large television screen braced on the side wall in his office. The image he'd previously zoomed into, that of his wife sprawled on the leather sofa in his home office, her dark tresses tumbled around her, framing her face, the rest of her body chocolate, bare, and vulnerable as it trembled.

  As her body's spasms calmed, she seemed to rouse from the climax possessing her, eyes still closed.

  Benjamin shifted in his buckskin seat, his discomfort more than just about the hard as granite erection in his trousers and more to do with the fact that he wasn't there with her.

  During and after an orgasm were the most vulnerable moments for Selina. In those moments he liked to hold her, to encase her trembling body in his arms so that she would always know that he would protect her and bring her comfort.

  By taking away her corsets, he'd taken away her safety net, which only left him to reassure and restrain her.

  Then again watching her sprawled out like that, the diamond studs from the nipple clamps glittering, the glass edge of the vibrator sticking out of her glistening pussy, the welt and scars on her stomach exposed to view, it was a massive progress that she hadn't already rushed to cover up. A month ago she would've been pulling the robe back on immediately.

  Hell, she wouldn't have even allowed him to watch her via a video feed. She was so distrustful about cameras because she never wanted to be filmed naked.