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touch.
She’d assumed he was experienced at exchanging power, just from the
way he talked and the effortless way he took control of her. Even
his physique spoke of authority and power. This guy worked out and
took care of his body. He was perfectly made, from the top of his
broad shoulders to his cut abs to his sculpted thighs and calves.
His skin was golden and flawless, his complexion marred only by a
bronze scruff of stubble she’d explored with light fingers.
    Her boss had taken one look at the
well-dressed, towering Amerik and told her to get him
plastered, so they could lure him into one of the private rooms. In
the three weeks she’d worked at the club, she’d seen it done seven
times…hapless, passed-out tourists charged an exorbitant amount of
money for sexual favors they didn’t even receive. But she could
tell right away that Jason Beck was a kind man, that he was noble.
She hadn’t been able to do what her boss asked.
    And now here she was. Unemployed and sprawled
on his hotel room floor with her ass in the air.
    “ Owww. ” The next cane stroke caught
her by surprise. Her body surged with adrenaline and her pussy grew
even wetter. She ached for him to take her. Big muscles, big body,
big cock. She wanted him to push it inside her while her ass cheeks
still smarted from his punishment. He was the first dominant man to
arouse her to such a fever pitch. And how? A few curt orders, a bit
of pain.
    More than a bit. He gave her another fiery
stroke, then tapped her on the small of her back. “Don’t tense up.
Spread for me. Open yourself to it.”
    “Yes, Master,” she whispered. She wanted to
be open for him. She wanted him . She looked back over her
shoulder, a look meant to entice, even though she knew it might
anger him.
    He made a low sound in his throat. “You’re a
greedy little slave, aren’t you? You want my cock? You want to be
fucked?” She shuddered as he stroked her clit again with the tip of
the implement.
    “Oh, please, Master,” she begged. She wanted
to grab the cane and masturbate against it, slide along its length
as her bottom throbbed. He was so good at this...
    “Aren’t you being punished for lack of
self-control? If you want my cock, you need to learn your lesson
first, don’t you?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    But she couldn’t control herself, not when he
tapped just so at her clit, just enough to hurt her and tease her
and make her ache in the exact, perfect way. She arched against the
cane with a sob. She heard his tsk just before she felt the
white-hot pain of the next stroke.
    “Master, I’m sorry. Please!”
    “Please? There’s only one person here who
needs to please, and that’s you. Be a good slave. Be still and let
me touch you as I want to. Control yourself.”
    Sara squeezed her eyes shut, feeling close to
tears as the cane’s tip molested her most sensitive parts. She
truly felt he was her Master and she wanted to please him, even
though all of this was a game. She gritted her teeth and steeled
herself not to arch and press against the blessed relief of the
implement’s caress.
    “That’s right. Still and docile. Fulfilling
my pleasure, not yours.” His low voice thrilled her, gave her the
fortitude to hold motionless as he teased her, on and on and on. It
was maybe a minute, but it felt like an hour that he toyed with her
clit. She heard him laugh, felt the cane disappear and then felt a
light tap across the soles of her feet. “Uncurl your toes, good
girl. That’s over. The teasing anyway.”
    But not the— oww ! He gave her a solid,
burning stroke, so she howled and twisted out of her required
pose.
    “No,” he said. “Try again. I thought we were
getting somewhere. Kneel straight and open yourself for Master. For
Master’s will and Master’s punishment.”
    Something about his voice hypnotized her, or
bespelled her. Something about him touched her so deeply that she
resumed her position, even knowing the pain to come. She’d never
cried during