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  Before entering the room, she quietly placed her hand on the knob and put on her game face. It was possible that Emily was still kneeling on the floor where she had placed her. But if she wasn’t, Nat needed to react swiftly and with confidence. The scene depended upon it. Taking a breath, she threw open the door and stepped inside.

  Emily hadn’t disappointed—she wasn’t where Nat had left her. She visibly startled when Nat entered the room, jumping away from the table of toys she had been perusing. Immediately her gaze went to the place where she was supposed to be, then she looked back at Nat, eyes widening. Her genuine surprise and confusion was so cute that Nat wanted to laugh out loud. Moments like these made her glad she’d cultivated some respectable acting skills.

  Without smiling, Nat strode across the room and seized Emily’s upper arm in a tight grip. She paid close attention to Emily’s breathing and her body language as she squeezed, gauging her desired pain level. Emily’s fantasy contained elements of BDSM, including spanking, light slapping, and verbal humiliation, but Nat didn’t sense that she wanted to be hurt. Nat had worked for clients who got off on real pain, even the drawing of blood, but Emily seemed like a woman who wanted to skirt the edge of actual pain and danger, yet still feel safe. Nat was all too happy to oblige—that was her favorite way to play.

  Emily’s lips parted and a tiny gasp escaped, making Nat shiver. The sound triggered clenching pleasure between her legs, and she had to grit her teeth not to react out loud. “Where are you supposed to be?”

  Emily opened then closed her mouth, clearly at a loss for words.

  Nat slapped her sharply on the bottom and Emily yelped. She repeated, “Where are you supposed to be?”

  “Over there, mistress.” Emily gestured without meeting her gaze. “On the ground.”

  “Like an obedient slut, isn’t that right?” Turning them to face the table, Nat pressed against Emily’s back and nipped at her shoulder. She pushed her hips into Emily’s bare bottom, indulging in a brief moment of fantasy about strapping on her cock later. “What were you looking at, slut? Tell me.”

  Emily shivered and opened her mouth, but no words emerged. Energized by her hesitation, Nat moved forward slightly, pinning her to the table. Emily gripped the edge as she was thrown off-balance. “Nothing, mistress.”

  “Nothing?” Deciding to toy with Emily a bit, Nat trailed a string of gentle kisses across the back of her neck. She eased away, allowing Emily to push off from the table. “Really, darling?” Not waiting for a response, she placed her hand on Emily’s hip, slid it across her belly, then moved down to cradle between her thighs. “Nothing?” When Emily bit her lip and leaned back slightly, Nat kissed her throat, then tightened her grip on Emily’s mound roughly. “You must think I’m stupid.”

  “No, mistress—”

  Nat used the narrow space between Emily’s hips and the table to deliver a quick slap to her pussy. Hips jerking, Emily cried out in surprise. The noise lanced through Nat, filling her with heady power. She brought her lips to Emily’s ear. “Standing in front of a table full of sex toys and you expect me to believe you were looking at nothing? How could that be? Who would believe such a silly lie?”

  Emily shook her head, but before she could offer an explanation, Nat pushed her against the table again and grabbed her hands, dragging them forward to trap them against the wooden surface. Bringing her mouth to Emily’s ear, Nat murmured, “I’m not stupid. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, mistress.” Emily’s bare whisper contained a trace of fear, but her excitement was more than obvious. The scent of her arousal permeated the scant space between them, and Nat could feel slick wetness painting her skin where their lower bodies touched. Emily shifted, grinding her ass into Nat’s hips. “You’re right, mistress. I’m sorry.”

  “You’re sorry a lot, aren’t you?” Enjoying the way Emily squirmed against her, Nat waited a moment before reluctantly releasing her right hand. “Show me what you were looking at.”

  Emily hesitated before pointing at a peach-colored dildo. “That, mistress.”

  It wasn’t the biggest cock on the table, but not the smallest, either. Interesting. Nat knew from Emily’s questionnaire that tonight would be her first experience with strap-on play. She appreciated the bold choice. “Very nice.” Tracing a fingernail down the length of Emily’s arm, she said, “Did you look at anything else?”

  Emily nodded.

  “Tell me,” Nat demanded.

  Emily’s hand shook as she picked up a leather paddle. “This, mistress.”

  Nat didn’t bother to suppress her grin this time. “Is that why you disobeyed me? You wanted to be punished?”

  Biting her lip, Emily turned her head to briefly meet Nat’s gaze. “No, mistress.”

  “But you know I need to correct you now. Don’t you?”

  Emily exhaled. “Of course, mistress.”

  Nat stepped away from the table. “Come on, then.” She walked to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, then patted her thighs. “Lie across my lap.”

  Emily’s face reddened. Precious, Nat thought, considering that she was the one who had requested an over-the-knee spanking. She leered when Emily folded her arms over her bare breasts, so innocently demure.

  Earlier Emily had needed reassurance, but now she seemed to need an unwavering show of strength. “I’m not asking.” She waited a beat. “The longer you wait, girl…” Since Emily’s imagination would fill in the blanks better than she ever could, Nat left the threat unfinished.

  Emily took a tentative step forward, playing with her fingers nervously. Hesitating, she took a deep breath. Nat could practically hear her internal pep talk. After a moment, Emily threw back her shoulders, exhaled, then crawled onto the bed and across Nat’s lap.

  “Goddamn,” Nat murmured, taking a moment to survey the sensual, feminine landscape of Emily’s body. Her bottom was deliciously round, perfect for spanking. Nat rubbed light patterns over one cheek, then the other, drawing out the anticipation of the first blow. “You are a sweet little thing, aren’t you?”

  Emily’s breathing hitched. “Yes, mistress.”

  “I’d use that paddle you were eyeing, except I want you to feel my hand warming your ass. I’m not going to lie—I plan on enjoying every second of this.” Nat used her free hand to grip the back of Emily’s neck and hold her against the mattress. The heat from Emily’s flushed skin scorched her fingers and unleashed a surge of primal desire. Deciding to take a chance and ad-lib slightly, she issued a command from her own BDSM repertoire. “Count off each blow.”

  “Okay, mistress.” Now Emily’s voice was a bare whisper.

  Delighted by the way Emily trembled under her caress, Nat drew back and delivered a firm smack with a cupped hand. The blow was meant to be felt, but not cause real pain. She would start out slow and, depending upon how Emily reacted, increase the intensity by degrees.

  Emily whimpered. “One.”

  “Good girl.” Nat rubbed the spot she’d just slapped, then drew back to smack the other cheek. She waited for Emily’s breathless “Two” before saying, “You have a lovely bottom.”

  “Thank you, mistress.” Wiggling, Emily spread her legs slightly, allowing Nat to confirm that she wasn’t the only one enjoying this.

  Pleased that Emily was beginning to relax, Nat immediately went back to the first cheek with another sharp slap. Emily flinched, and before she could call off the number, Nat spanked her again.

  “Three. Four.” The words came out clipped and tense, but Emily arched her back, offering up her ass for more. Clearly she was loving what Nat was giving her.

  God, Nat wanted to fuck her. So innocently pretty, such a good girl, but so responsive to rough play. She wasn’t sure it was right to accept money for tonight when it was honestly fulfilling both their fantasies.

  Upping the ante with blow number five, Nat delivered a hard, stinging slap to tender skin that was already beginning to turn pink. Gasping, Emily tried to roll her h
ips away on instinct, but Nat kept her in place with the hand on her neck. “Count,” she reminded Emily in a stern voice.

  “Five.” The quaver in Emily’s voice hinted at tears. She remained silent and stoic, resting obediently over Nat’s lap, but it was clear that the last smack had been intense.

  Time to work on heightening Emily’s arousal. The more turned on she was, the easier it would be to receive physical punishment. Nat slipped her hand between Emily’s thighs, dragging two fingers up over her drenched folds. “You’re wet.” She brought her hand to Emily’s mouth. “Taste.”

  Emily took Nat’s fingers between her lips, laving them with the warm tongue that Nat so vividly remembered inside her. When Nat withdrew, Emily said, “Thank you, mistress.”

  Nat returned to Emily’s pussy without answering. She spread her swollen labia open, traced the intricate contours of her sex, then teased her thoroughly without venturing inside or lingering on her impressively erect clit. Emily had asked to have her orgasm withheld, a form of torture Nat personally couldn’t stand but took perverse delight in delivering.

  “Why the fuck are you so wet?” Gently, Nat captured Emily’s labia and gave the slick flesh a light tug. “Do you like being punished?”

  Emily hesitated. “No…no, mistress.”

  Nat released her, pulling back to rain down four hard slaps on Emily’s bottom, alternating from cheek to cheek. “You’re lying. Aren’t you?”

  Coming up on her elbows, Emily glanced back over her shoulder and met Nat’s eyes. Dark and needy, Emily’s shone with unshed tears. “Six, seven, eight, nine.”

  “Are you being smart again?” Nat hardened her tone even as she rubbed Emily’s bottom to soothe the pain.

  “No, mistress. I’m counting.”

  She couldn’t let herself grin, even if she did appreciate Emily Parker’s sass. Staying in character, Nat narrowed her eyes and rumbled, “Spread your fucking legs, slut.”

  True to her own submissive role, Emily lowered her head to rest against the mattress again before slowly easing her thighs apart. “Yes, mistress.”

  “Count these.” Without preamble, Nat pushed two fingers into Emily’s snug opening. She stopped when she was buried as deep as she could go, reveling in Emily’s surprised moan. When it became clear that Emily wasn’t going to do as she’d asked, Nat said, “That was one.” She pulled out and thrust back inside, harder this time. “And two.”

  “Two,” Emily echoed. “Mistress.”

  “Clever girl,” Nat murmured, then pressed into her again.

  “Three.” Emily brought her hands up to cover her face as Nat continued to fuck her. “Four, five, six, seven…eight…n-nine, ten.”

  By the end of the series of deep, deliberate strokes, Emily was whimpering with pleasure. Nat pulled out and unleashed a flurry of slaps across both buttocks. Crying out, Emily brought her hands down and tried to protect her sensitive flesh. Nat reacted without hesitation, capturing Emily’s wrists in her free hand and holding them against her waist. She followed up with only two more smacks, then paused to make sure Emily was still with her.

  “Do you like being punished?” Nat repeated.

  Emily struggled within her grasp before sagging in defeat. “Yes, mistress.”

  “Bad girl.” Nat slapped her lightly, low on her bottom, her fingers making wet contact with Emily’s labia. Emily jerked in surprise. “What kind of woman enjoys being taken over a stranger’s knee and spanked like this?” Nat tapped her pussy again, hard enough to startle but not to cause real pain. Her fingers came away coated in Emily’s slick juices. Nat let go of Emily’s wrists so she could spread her open with both hands, exposing engorged pink flesh and thrillingly abundant wetness. “You deserve every last thing I’m going to do to you tonight.”

  “I know, mistress.” Thighs quaking, Emily pressed her hips down on Nat’s lap as though seeking friction.

  “Oh, do you want to come?” Nat spanked her hard once, then followed up with multiple lighter slaps. “Is that what your body is telling me? What happened to the girl who couldn’t take off her clothes for me? Who I had to force into her car against her will?” She slipped her hand between Emily’s thighs, pushing her thumb inside her opening and gliding her fingers up to press against her hard clit. “Where did that good girl go?”

  Emily bucked against her hand, pumping her hips as though hoping to encourage Nat to fuck her again. Then she stilled. “I don’t know, mistress.” The vulnerability in her words threatened to loosen Nat’s control on her character. Usually it wasn’t hard to stay in a scene. With Emily, Nat couldn’t stop worrying about how she was feeling, if she was okay. It was less like being with a client and more like caring deeply for a lover.

  Not allowing herself to dwell on thoughts that could upset her professionalism, Nat soldiered on. She rubbed the pads of her fingers over Emily’s slippery clit, circling the tip of her thumb inside her opening. “Fuck my hand. Fuck my hand like you want me to fuck you.”

  She could feel Emily’s embarrassment as she began rocking her hips. At first her movements were self-conscious, but soon enough Emily jerked against Nat with unabashed enthusiasm, clearly building toward climax. Nat slapped her ass hard with her other hand, drawing out a throaty moan.

  “Don’t you dare come.” Nat gave her an extra-hard smack when she stopped abruptly. “Don’t you dare stop, either. Show me what a nasty, horny slut you are.”

  Emily pushed herself up on her elbows again, riding Nat’s hand in measured rhythm. Nat angled her thumb to penetrate Emily deeper and wiggled her fingertips in lazy patterns over Emily’s labia and clit. Keening, Emily pumped her hips madly before freezing mid-thrust, her entire body trembling.

  Nat delivered a swift, heavy smack that made Emily choke out a gasp. “I told you not to stop.”

  “Yes, mistress.” Emily remained tense. “I know, mistress, but…if I keep doing that, I’ll come, and you told me not to do that, either…” She hung her head. “I don’t want to disobey you. I swear.”

  Nat believed her completely. She pulled her hand from Emily’s pussy and, unable to resist, licked her fingers clean. Emily tasted delicious in a way that didn’t surprise her in the least. She couldn’t wait to sample her flavor straight from the source. Nat gave her one more swat on the behind. “Stand up.”

  Emily rushed to obey, nearly losing her balance as she struggled to her feet. She stood in front of Nat with her eyes lowered to the ground, her face nearly as pink as her ass. When she laced her fingers in front of her trimmed thatch of curls, the delightful show of vulnerability stirred Nat’s darkest lust.

  “Did you see the anal toys on that table?”

  Blinking rapidly, Emily shot to attention. “Yes, mistress.”

  “Choose one and bring it to me. Don’t forget the bottle of lube.”

  “I…won’t, mistress.” Emily swallowed, then turned to approach the table with obvious trepidation.

  Even before learning that Emily had no prior experience with anal penetration, Nat had decided to offer her a range of options. Unless she knew that a new client was particularly adventurous, she preferred to allow them the opportunity to determine their own limits for the first encounter. That not only made her client more comfortable, but often the choice revealed vital information she could use to her advantage.

  As Emily studied the selection of toys, Nat tilted her head and admired the red handprints she’d left on her luscious bottom. She was a sucker for a nice ass, and Emily’s was perfection. She couldn’t wait to run her tongue over every dip and curve, to make Emily squirm. Given the chance, Nat would worship her ass with a level of devotion she suspected Emily couldn’t conceive of. She’d happily do it for free.

  Emily turned and caught her staring. She hid her smile when Nat hardened her expression, then quickly lowered her gaze to the floor.

  Clearing her throat, Nat said, “Bring it here.” Emily crossed the room and handed her the bottle of lube and a slim purple plug—once again
, not the biggest on the table, but not the smallest. “Nice choice.”

  “Thank you, mistress.”

  “Back on my lap,” Nat said, patting her thighs.

  Emily crawled into place without hesitation. She folded her arms on the mattress and rested her head upon them, then took a deep breath.

  “This will be easier if you relax,” Nat reminded her, and waited for her to exhale. She uncapped the bottle of lube. “Spread yourself open for me.”

  Emily obeyed. Though she couldn’t see her face, Nat imagined she was closing her eyes as she gripped her buttocks and exposed her puckered opening to the cool air. Pouring a generous amount of lube onto her fingers, Nat rubbed them together to warm the thick liquid, then carefully stroked the tight ring of muscle. She probed at her cautiously, thrilled to find her open and receptive to the gentle invasion of her fingertip to the first knuckle.

  She used her free hand to stroke Emily’s blond hair. “You’re doing so well, darling.”

  “Thank you.”

  Deciding not to reprimand Emily for forgetting to use her title, Nat slid in deeper. Emily groaned and rocked back onto her finger, taking her in all the way. Chuckling, Nat withdrew then pressed back inside. “You sure you’ve never done this before?”

  “Yes, mistress.”

  “So you’re just a natural at taking it in the ass?” Nat tightened her fingers in Emily’s hair and tugged. Time to unleash some of the harder language Emily had requested to see how it would be received. “Look at you, cunt dripping, fucking my finger like a goddamn anal whore.” Despite her rough language, she kept her thrusts slow and gentle, allowing Emily to set the pace with her counter-motion. “Nasty little bitch.”

  Emily moaned loudly, unrelenting in her wanton movements. “Yes, mistress.”

  “Are you ready for something bigger?” Nat withdrew her finger to the tip, released Emily’s hair to squeeze more lube into her hand, then pressed back in with two fingers. She moved torturously slow, pleased that Emily was still relaxed. “Sure you are, darling. Ask for something bigger.”