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slow and measured even though he wanted
to hurry. It was that damn pride again, he supposed. He didn’t want to appear
too eager to do this woman’s bidding. Of course, the hard ridge of his cock
leading the way was an obvious indication. He didn’t know what to expect and
that uncertainty was perversely incredibly arousing. Being in this room with a
woman who would take control away from him made him as hard and horny as a
teenager. He was having trouble catching his breath and his balls ached with
the need to release. It was as if he were coming off a deployment, not a guy
who had jerked himself off multiple times less than a day past.
    He was careful to keep his eyes down, yet he could feel her
cool gaze on him as he stopped in front of her and slowly sank to his knees.
The stone floor was hard and the mild discomfort only increased his arousal.
Holy God, how had he missed his need for submissiveness and pain? Having taken
a furtive look at the room, he knew that while it was Spartan, it contained
enough for him to be initiated into the dark and exciting world of BDSM. Then
there was the flogger. Lying on the woman’s lap—dare he think of her as his
Mistress?—it was elegant in its simplicity. He wondered what it would feel like
slapping against his skin. His cock jerked. It was obviously ready to find out.
    “You may look at me.”
    That voice, so soft, yet firm, with a hint of a Boston
accent. When he raised his gaze, she looked back at him, an unreadable
expression on her face. If she was as turned on by all of this as he was, he
couldn’t tell. There were so many questions he wanted to ask her. He struggled
to remain silent. This was not a briefing of an assignment. He didn’t need to
know everything, only what she decided to tell him. She was in control, not
him. He didn’t have to worry about anything at all. Not his job. He willed
himself to relax, loosening his grip, letting his shoulders slump down.
    His Mistress nodded. “Good, you’re starting to understand
that in here, you may let go. What we do, what will or will not happen is for
me to decide. You have no duty here save obeying me. Simple. Relaxing, is it
not?”
    Trey took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes, yes, it
is. Mistress,” he added on. Remembering to show her the proper respect should
be easy for him. It was no different from being in the army.
    Lifting one foot, she placed the toe of her shoe lightly
against his erection. A grunt escaped his lips before he could stop it. She
smiled. “You don’t have to hide your pleasure. I like seeing you hard. Do your
balls ache?”
    The question caught him by surprise, but he smiled back at
her and answered truthfully. “Yes.”
    “Would you like me to undo those pants, reach inside and
curl my fingers around your cock? Do you want me to squeeze and pump your hard
flesh until your balls empty themselves all over my hand?” To emphasize her
words, she pressed her foot more firmly against his package.
    This time, the intense pleasure doubled him over. He moaned
long and low. “God, yes,” he replied, trying to control himself, trying not to
come in his pants like a virgin. The foot pulled away. Recovering his breath,
he kneeled straight again.
    “Well, you can’t have what you want, I’m afraid. You can
only have what I decide to give you. I’ll warn you right now that you will not
be coming in this room. It’s too soon for that.”
    Trey closed his eyes briefly at the disappointing news, then
focused on what his Mistress said next. “If you and I decide to go ahead and
play together, then we’ll do a little restraining and light flogging, just to
break the ice. I’m willing to train you as a new boy.” She paused. “You did
mention you are new to all of this, didn’t you?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “But you’re also used to being in charge in the rest of your
life?”
    “Yes, ma’am. I was in the army for eight years as an
officer. Now I’m with the FBI.”
    She