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helplessness, the vulnerability, the submission—it was everything the card had promised.
    His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered to her. “This is only the beginning, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of your fantasies, but I’m going to fulfill a few of my own. By the time you leave this room, you will know what it’s like to surrender your body to a master in every way possible. You won’t be getting much sleep, because I’m going to spend most of the time fucking you. Or teasing you until you’re begging me to fuck you. I will teach you how to please me. I will spank you if you’re bad. And,” he chuckled, a low warm sound that sent wet heat gushing to her pussy. “I’ll spank you when you’re good. I’ll put toys in your pussy that will make you scream as you come. Most of all, I’ll fuck this sweet little ass of yours. And you’ll beg me to.”
    The hard, deep drive of his hips kept up the friction on her clit. Combined with the hot words and his breath on her ear, Francine felt the orgasm begin.
    “No,” he told her. “You don’t come unless I give you permission.”
    The shock of his statement had her gasping. Reverse psychology took effect as her body struggled to understand that it couldn’t do what he’d primed it to. His next thrust sent her over the edge. Behind the blindfold, she saw bright lights as heat rushed through her. Her pussy walls clamped tight around him. With a muttered obscenity, he too lost control and filled the condom. Spent, he rested on her for a few moments. His head lifted from the pillow next to hers and she felt his fingers pull the gag off. Grateful, she panted much needed oxygen into her lungs.
    “Stay silent,” he told her.
    Weakly, she nodded, still feeling the pleasure coursing in her veins.
    He slowly pulled out of her and the bed shifted as he climbed off. After a moment, she heard water running before he returned. Her head turned toward him, her brow slightly furrowed. Without a word, he cleansed her thighs and pussy. Returning again, he sat on the bed.
    “You came without permission,” he stated.
    Slowly, she nodded. How bad was that? What would he do because she hadn’t been able to control her orgasm?
    “A slave or submissive would expect to be punished for that.”
    “I understand,” she whispered.
    “I told you to be silent. I thought you wanted to please me.”
    Francine saw the trap and frowned.
    “Good girl,” he approved. “You catch on quickly. So you’ve never been spanked? Even as a child?”
    Her head nodded on the pillow.
    “I think you’ll find that it is a very different act than what a naughty child would receive,” he drawled. Going around the bed, he released her ankles before going to her wrists. “As this is your first time, it won’t be as many.”
    He fastened her wrist cuffs together in front of her and pulled her off the bed.
    “May I ask a question, master?” she managed. “This is all new to me and…”
    “Ask,” he replied.
    “What’s the difference between a slave and a submissive? You’ve called me both and I don’t understand the terms.”
    “Within the guidelines we discussed on the phone, you are both.” He tugged her toward him and she stumbled forward off-balance. Strong hands caught her shoulders. “In the Club, as a rule, slaves are totally dependent on their masters. Many work here like the two who brought you to me.”
    “What can their masters to do them?”
    “Anything they want.”
    Francine gasped at the idea of being only a sexual being.
    “That is their choice,” he told her. “The only semblance to a slave you will have is sexual.” His lips nuzzled her ear lobe. “A master can use his slave sexually anyway he wants. That is what I intend to do with you.” His teeth nipped the sensitive skin. “A submissive has a few more rights, but that doesn’t really apply to the next twenty-three hours and some-odd minutes.”
    Trying to come to grips with that, she took deep