Dante was so primed it was difficult to maintain his composure. As soon as Cherry had shyly uttered the word Master, he’d gone from zero to sixty. That she was willing to try this form of love-play stimulated the hell out of him.

“Stand up,” he demanded.

Water sloshed back and forth as Cherry did his bidding. He watched in quiet fascination as streaming bubbly lines dripped enticingly down her body. She was facing away from him. Hiding? Maybe, but he wouldn’t let her get away with it. Tonight was going to be an eye-opener for her.

He reached up and fondled her ass cheeks, filling his palms with her warm, wet flesh. Her understated curves had been the lure. He’d been like a fish on a hook the instant he’d spotted her. As he’d watched her from afar, it had been her determination that had him wanting to get up close and personal with the cute owner of Serene Comfort. Dante ached to bring her to heel. He knew instinctively his attitude was crude and primitive. But no other woman had ever made him feel so wild. Cherry brought out a side of his nature he’d never even known existed.

In his seated position, he could see Cherry’s trembling legs. He loved her legs. Long, slim, sexy columns that he wanted wrapped around his waist as he fucked her. Yeah, he’d thought a lot about her legs over the past three months.

Dante quickly stood and left the tub. After grabbing a towel off a steel shelf, he ordered her to step out. She kept her eyes averted as her feet landed on a fluffy rug. He knelt down and began massaging the soft white cotton over her feet first. Her toes curled in, as if attempting to escape his touch. For now he’d let her get away with the little bit of insolence. He was too anxious to get to her other slippery parts.

The towel made a slow route upward as Dante took great care in drying her ankles and calves. When he reached her thighs, he frowned.

“Open your legs.”

Cherry licked her lips and widened her stance.

A few inches of space and no more. Dante’s voice hardened as he ground out, “Farther.”

Cherry looked at him then, her expression full of defiance. Had he not also recognized her eagerness to please him he would’ve been forced to punish her. His already painful erection pulsed with the idea of bending her over his knee and spanking her delectable ass. He wouldn’t give her a light pat either. He’d want her to remember the lesson. Dante would make sure her ass turned a nice shade of pink. Knowing Cherry, he didn’t think he’d have to wait long for such a punishment to commence. He let a grin slip as he watched her move her feet farther apart for him.

Like a laser beam, his gaze went straight to her cunt. He wanted to lick it. To feast on her juices. But that wasn’t supposed to happen just yet. It was torture for him to lift the towel once more and begin drying her thighs and the tempting juncture in between without leaning in to kiss her there. Did she even realize how difficult it was for him not to stop right then and drag her to the floor? In a heartbeat, he could have his dick buried to the hilt and they’d both enjoy a good hard fuck. Instead, he kept to the game. Intent on claiming Cherry in a way no other man ever had.

He made his way over her hips and buttocks, then to her stomach and chest. Cherry labored for breath as he dragged the towel over her round, perky tits. Her hands clenched into fists at her side when he took extra care to dry her erect nipples. Still she never said a word, never reached out to touch. She was being such a good girl and Dante wanted to reward her.

After quickly drying himself, he dropped the towel and pointed to the doorway. “In the bedroom.”

Cherry bit her lip and turned away, ass swaying as she walked swiftly out of the room. Dante groaned and wrapped a fist around his cock and squeezed. He was so close to getting himself off. He needed the relief. With great effort, he dropped his hand and went into the bedroom. Cherry stood in the middle of the room, looking around as if unsure what to do next.

Wanting her to stew a little, he went to the dresser first. He opened the third drawer and took out the items he’d bought from the adult fetish shop. He’d begun accumulating things after he’d noticed Cherry’s name on the naughty magazine. Still, fantasy wasn’t the same as real life. If she balked at what he’d bought—or worse, laughed—he’d feel like an idiot.

Only one way to find out.

Dante dropped everything, but the leash and collar, to the dresser top. He turned around, letting them dangle from his right index finger. Cherry’s mouth formed a shocked ‘O.’ In two long strides, he stood in front of her. He held her gaze as he wrapped the red leather collar around her throat, so the word engraved into the supple leather was clearly visible. He secured it and attached the leash to the ring hanging from the front. “Dante?”

He let the leash go, fascinated by the way it hung between her breasts, tempting him. In the next breath, Dante spun her around so she faced away from him, then he brought his palm down hard onto her ass. Cherry yelped.

“What did you call me?”

Silence.

He spanked her two more times in the same spot just as hard, then he leaned down and whispered, “Say it.”

“Master,” she bit out.

“Good girl,” he murmured with a kiss behind her ear as her prize. His tongue made a wet path down her neck and his fingers smoothed over the place on her ass where he’d smacked her. When he dipped his fingers between her legs and found her dripping wet with arousal, he smiled. Her mind might be rebelling, but her body had already given the go ahead. She liked the game they were playing and he’d just been given the green light to continue.

He moved backward, letting his hand slide slowly away from her supple flesh. Her unhappy little whimper lit him on fire.

Dante walked around her so they were facing each other, then he picked up the leash that rested against her belly. “Get down on your hands and knees.”

He could tell she wanted to protest, but then stopped at the last second. Maybe it was the threat of another spanking, maybe not. Either way, she slowly melted to her hands and knees. With her head back, Cherry stared up at him, waiting.

The leash tight in his fist, Dante tugged her forward and demanded, “Suck me.”

Cherry crawled toward him, her lips tilting upward when she looked from his face to his groin. Mouth wide, she took him in and clamped her lips around him so tight he nearly came.

He wrapped the leash around his fist several times so there was no slack, no way for her to retreat, then with his other hand he grabbed a handful of her long hair and guided her head over his cock, showing her how he liked it. But she only had half his length and he wanted more.

“All the way in, Cherry. I want to feel the back of your throat, little one.”

She frowned and tried to take more, but gagged. She pulled back and stared at his cock, as if trying to figure out a way to do what he wanted.

Dante’s hand came out of her hair and he stroked her throat. “You’re tensing up. Relax your throat.”

“Easy for you to say,” she groused.

Dante tugged on the leash, gaining her attention. “Careful what you say. I’m not a merciful Master. One more smartass comment and your ass will be so red you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

“Sorry, Master.”

“Mmm, that’s sweet,” he purred. “I love seeing you submit to me, baby. You won’t regret it. Now, do what I said and loosen up.”

She nodded and licked her lips. Dante grabbed her head again and pulled her mouth to his cock once more. This time she swept her tongue over the engorged head and hummed eagerly, then pulled him balls deep into her mouth. Dante’s entire body shuddered. Her head bobbed back and forth, her tongue circling his tip, then she took him deep again. Her eyes drifted closed, face flushed.

The hand Dante had fisted in her hair tightened. “You like that don’t you, little slut?”

She wiggled her ass and moaned. The slurping sounds she made had his sac drawing up tight. Her tits bounced as she pulled him all the way out. Her mouth made a popping sound, then she drew him in again and started the process all over.

“Mmm, such an eager little thing. I knew when I saw the collar I’d have to have it engraved with your name in big bold letters. I think my pretty Cherry should suck me every morning. You can drink my come for breakfast.”

Her only response was a delicious humming sound that vibrated over his length as she continued her sweet torture. He flung his head back and closed his eyes, savoring the moment.

He was so close to coming. Too close. When he felt her tongue probe the slit in the end of his penis, he yanked hard on the leash.

“Enough,” he warned.

She pouted, but obeyed and released him.

Overcome by both tenderness and lust, Dante dropped the leash, bent forward and took her head in his hands. “You are being such a good little girl, Cherry. You’ll get a sweet treat very soon, I promise.”

Dante kissed her gently and went to the dresser. He picked up one of the other items he’d purchased from the adult shop, walked on stiff legs to the bed and sat on the edge.

“Crawl to me.”

Cherry looked at his hand, no doubt trying to see what he held. Between the dim lighting and the distance separating them, it would be impossible for her make out exactly what he had in store for her next. She squinted suspiciously and began slowly inching toward him. Uncertain, but still curious enough to follow his orders. When she came close enough to touch, he held up his hand and let her see the silver chain.

“Nipple clamps?”

He didn’t answer, only crooked his finger, indicating that he wanted her up on her knees.

Cherry lifted herself up and kept her hands at her sides. Dante saw real fear in her eyes. What was that about?

“Did your husband ever use these on you?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes darted to the silver clamps, then away. He knew intuitively that the asshole hadn’t used them correctly.

“They aren’t truly painful when they’re used properly, little one. There is no need for fear.”

Her eyes blazed angrily at him. “In my experience there is every need for fear…Master.”

Scared, and yet she still kept to the game. Dante cupped her chin in his hand and stroked his thumb over her plump lower lip. “Your ex didn’t know what he was doing. I do. And there’s no way I would ever cause you pain.”

Her eyebrows shot upward. “Oh, really? Then what was the spanking about?”

He grinned. “You enjoyed it.”

She snorted, and Dante nearly laughed. She was such a defiant little witch. He jangled the chain and forced them both back to the game.

“Do not forget your place.” He picked up the leash and waved it in front of her face. “This means I own you and until I’m through you’ll watch your tongue.” She stared green fire at him. He cocked his head to the side and threatened, “Maybe your ass needs another reminder?”

Cherry bit down on her lip, as if forcing herself to hold back words that would get her into trouble. He could so easily picture her as a child, so willful and full of spirit. If he wasn’t careful he was going to fall in love with the little beauty.

“Sorry, Master.”

Damn, he loved when she called him that. It did things to him. Crazy things. Never in his life had he played games of this magnitude in the bedroom. With Cherry, experimenting, playing the dominant to her submissive seemed perfectly natural. It seemed right.

“Take your pretty tits in your hands and squeeze them together for me.”

She cupped the undersides of both creamy swells, then lifted and pushed them together. He loved watching her touch herself. Sometime during the weekend, maybe he could talk her into letting him watch her masturbate.

Using the tip of the leash, Dante rubbed it back and forth over both nipples. They tightened and extended for him, begging to be suckled. He obliged and leaned forward to pull one raspberry tip into his hungry mouth.

Cherry quivered and arched her back, smashing her tits against his face. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, then released it with a pop. As he rubbed his face over her satiny skin, chafing her with his five o’clock shadow, Dante played with the leash, dragging it over her belly, up and down, teasing her with the red leather.

When he licked and bit her other nipple, he saw Cherry’s eyes flash open, watching him with heated interest. He did it several times before he leisurely brought the metal clamps into play. Her nipples needed to be good and hard. The clamps would enhance her pleasure if she was turned on, they’d cause pain if she wasn’t.

When he was certain she was in the right frame of mind, Dante leaned back and looked into her eyes. She was breathtaking. Her green eyes so full of desire. The upper swells of her breasts pink from his rubbing, her nipples perky and tempting.

“Now you’re ready,” he confirmed, then began adjusting one of the clamps. “You should feel a pinch, but nothing more.”

Not a single protest from Cherry while Dante worked. Once he had them both adjusted right, he carefully secured one over her right nipple. He watched closely, gauging her reaction. Unwilling to bring her any pain.

“Is it okay, baby?”

Cherry nodded and bit her lip.

Not good enough. He needed to be sure she was aroused and not hurting. “Is it too much?”

“No, Master.”

He leaned forward and kissed her, then whispered, “Good.”

He applied the other clamp and let go of the chain. It hung between her breasts invitingly. When he cupped her mound and encountered dewy heat it was his turn to shake. Dante wanted Cherry to remember this moment. To ache and throb with need whenever she thought of the clamps and the personalized collar.

Standing to his full height, Dante instructed, “Get onto the bed. Hands and knees.”

Cherry scrambled to obey and he took a moment to catch his breath and slip a condom on. With her ass facing him, he gave up all pretense of control. His cock needed to feel the silky clutch of her pussy or insanity would surely set in.

He practically leaped onto the bed.

Behind her now, Dante clutched her hips and nudged her ass with his engorged cock. She arched and cried out his name. He was beyond caring about the game anymore.

“Reach back and guide me in.”

Her right hand went between her legs and she grabbed hold of his length, squeezing tight, then she rubbed the bulbous head over her fat pussy lips and clit. He groaned his approval, spread her ass cheeks and watched the erotic show. Back and forth, Cherry rubbed herself with his length.

“Oh, Dante, that feels so good.”

“Make yourself come like that, baby. Do it now, while I watch.”

Given permission, Cherry let herself go and rubbed faster, the head of his dick dripped with pre-cum. He reached beneath her and tugged on the chain hanging from the metal clamped onto her puckered nipples. Cherry moaned and pushed hard against him, then came, screaming his name in wild abandon.

Not giving her a chance to come down from her peak, Dante took over. He wrapped a fist around his heavy erection and drove into her so hard she fell to the mattress. He grasped her hips and pulled her ass into the air, forcing her to stay on her knees, then he pounded into her. Fast and furious. He sank all the way in, slapping her clit with his balls. Over and over, hammering her. When her soft moans became shouts and he felt those delicious inner muscles of hers grip him tight, he knew another orgasm was fast approaching.

Her hips slammed against his, giving him the full blast of her passion, her wet cunt pulsing all around his dick as she finally burst apart. Little aftershocks continued to squeeze him and Dante lost it. Two more strokes and he erupted.

They both collapsed to the bed, sweaty and exhausted, her body squished under his. He should pull his cock out of her, but he wasn’t ready, may never be ready.

Dante smoothed her hair back from her damp face and kissed her cheek. She smiled, eyes closed, as if content to stay under him the rest of her life. He growled his approval at that idea and praised her good behavior.

“You’ve performed beautifully. Your Master is very happy,” he whispered. “Next time, I think I’ll show you the other items I bought from the adult shop.”

“Good God, I’ll never live through it.”

He chuckled at her disgruntled response and reluctantly pulled free of her body. He leaned back on his haunches and kissed her ass, then flipped her over. She stared at him with such a mixture of emotions it startled him.

No more words were shared as he removed the clamps and massaged her nipples gently, then kissed each one with reverence. She convulsed as blood rushed back into the tight peaks. Next he unhooked the collar. He dropped everything to the floor, then kissed his way over her torso. Her breasts received extra special attention. When he reached her clitoris, he growled, “My pretty cunt.” Then he kissed it too. Cherry mumbled something and clutched his hair, holding him against her mound. A few flicks of his tongue and she flew apart all over again. Damn, she was such a responsive little thing. He was a lucky bastard.

Once she settled, Dante lifted up and waited for her to open her eyes. As soon as her green gaze landed on him, he said something he’d never said to another woman.

“I know this weekend was made in haste, but for me this is about more than satisfying desires. You’re important to me, Cherry.”

Cherry blinked and looked away. He let her. She wasn’t ready to take that step with him, but soon.

Even though she saw their weekend as a temporary reprieve, Dante wasn’t so cavalier. He would use the rest of their time together to prove to her that he was a better man than her husband. He would earn her trust if it killed him. In all his years of dating, he’d never found a woman he could imagine spending his life with…until now. He’d been too driven to make his business a success. Relationships had always taken a backseat to hard work and long hours at the office. He suddenly saw his existence as a never-ending stream of meetings and financial documents. He wanted more. Somewhere along the line he’d become an empty shell. She, on the other hand, appeared vibrant, eager to grab life by the horns. He’d been drawn to her like an ant to sugar.

Dante wrapped his hands around Cherry’s thighs and pulled her legs wide. Her eyes darted to his.

“What are you doing?”

His answer was crude, but truthful. “Looking at your cream dripping from your pussy. I had thought to wash you, but I don’t think I want to anymore. I like seeing you all wet.”

“Oh.”

Dante winked at her small, shy response and kissed her belly. “This will be an exciting weekend, baby.”

Cherry relaxed against the sheets and murmured, “I have no doubt.”

He moved her over and stretched out beside her, then pulled her back against his chest. She settled in and let out a soft sigh.

“Sleep, little Cherry. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”

She laughed. “I believe you.”

Dante smoothed his hand down the satin curtain of her hair and listened to Cherry’s deep breathing. Once she was sound asleep he left the bed, covered her and went to the living room to make a few phone calls. He needed to make plans for Lee, his manager, to handle things at the office should anything come up over the next forty-eight hours.

Dante wanted no interruptions this weekend. Saturday and Sunday would be spent pleasuring Cherry. He grinned, looking forward to the challenge already.