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You’re begging me, using my name and I also remind you of what you’re supposed to call me there.”
    “What?” she asks in a hoarse whisper.
    “Sir. I’m your master, and you’ll afford me the respect I deserve while we’re in a scene.”
    “W-what about when we’re not in a scene? Am I supposed to call you that all the time?”
    “No, sweetheart. I’m not into the whole master-and-slave thing at all. This is about sex and the emotional connection we find through sex. It’s not about the rest of our lives. I have no desire to dominate you anywhere but in the bedroom.” I smile at her. “Well, the dungeon and the club and a few other places maybe, but only in regard to sex. I have a feeling you might be capable of dominating me outside the bedroom.”
    That draws a smile from her. “You never know.”
    I bring our joined hands to my lips. “I can’t wait to find out.”
    She glances at me hesitantly. “Was there more? To your dream?”
    Nodding, I say, “A lot more. You want to hear the rest?”
    “Yes, please.”
    “So polite. That pleases me greatly.”
    She lowers her eyes in perfect supplication. “I aim to please you.”
    I’m electrified by both her actions and her words. “Natalie… God.”
    “Is that the wrong thing to say?”
    “No, it’s fucking perfect. You’re perfect.” Because I can’t resist her for another second, I take her in my arms and kiss her with the wild passion that has grown and multiplied inside me as I described my erotic fantasies to her.
    She returns my passion with her own, meeting my tongue stroke for stroke until we’re once again prone, me on top of her, wrapped up in each other.  
    I end the kiss slowly, in stages, reluctantly. “You’re not running from me in fear.”
    “No. Quite the opposite, in fact.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I’m dying to hear the rest. Will you tell me?”
    I press my rock-hard cock against her pubic bone. “Can I stay here?”
    She runs her fingers through my hair. “I wish you would.”
    I nuzzle her neck. “I ask you if it’s turning you on to have other people watch as I fuck your ass with my fingers.”
    She draws in a sharp deep breath.
    “You try to deny it, but you’re so wet. Your body can’t lie to me. I ask you if you know what happens to sweet subs who lie to their Doms. Your eyes are wide with fear and desire and curiosity as you shake your head no. They get their asses spanked until they are red and rosy and too sore to sit on for days. You deny it when I ask if that turns you on, so I do it to prove you wrong. I spank your upturned ass so hard, it echoes through the big room.” To make my point, I reach under her and squeeze her ass cheek, drawing a deep moan from her that makes me crazy with wanting her. “I fuck your ass hard with my fingers, and then I withdraw them, almost to the point of removing them before driving them back in as I suck on your clit. You come so hard that your ass muscles almost break my fingers, and I love it. But I didn’t give you permission to come, so you know what that means.”
    She looks up at me, flushed and feverish, her lips swollen from our kisses and damp from the drag of her tongue. “I have to be punished?”
    “That’s right,” I say, delighted by her.  
    “How?”
    “I pull my fingers free of your ass so quickly that you gasp from the loss. You’ve quickly grown to love the way it feels to have my fingers there. Imagine what it will be like to take my cock there?”
    “It would never fit.”
    “Oh, sweetheart,” I say with a low rumble of laughter, “yes, it would.”
    She shakes her head.
    I smile at her, and my heart is full of the possibilities. “I’d make it so good for you, you’d beg me for it again and again.”
    “Never.”
    “Are you challenging your Dom, little sub?”
    “Maybe. Is… Is that how you’d punish me? By making me do that?”
    “No, honey. I would never make that a punishment. That’s something that has to be done