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kind of weirdo and bolted the next afternoon, never to be heard
from again. A little searching online had provided Violet with the
answers to her questions. She found a local BDSM scene and did a
lot of watching and very little participating. Finding the right
man to dominate her had proven more difficult than she’d expected.
There were Doms aplenty—but just not the right one for her.
    Until Max.
    She’d met him at one of the casual munches
hosted by one of the area’s nicest BDSM clubs. He’d caught her eye
across a crowded room and the world had seemed to stand still. It
was cliché and perhaps a bit too romantic but that was exactly the
way she remembered it. His gaze had burned her skin, made her pulse
race and her thighs clench. He’d crossed the room and introduced
himself—and she’d been gone. That voice, the low timbre that oozed
sex and made her quiver with anticipation. Those pale green eyes
that seemed to penetrate the darkest recesses of her mind. Those
rough hands with their scarred knuckles and callused palms. There
was no going back after Max.
    Their courtship had been surprisingly
vanilla. A couple of dinners, a movie, the opera. He’d shown Violet
he wasn’t interested in dominating her 24/7 and that he wanted
something more than a straightforward sexual arrangement for a
little deviant sex and spanking. They’d dated a full five weeks
before they ever made it to the bedroom. There had been a spanking
here and there and some other interesting games where Max tested
her ability to submit but nothing too kinky. That first time they
made love had been surprisingly gentle and yet deliciously mind
blowing in the orgasm department. She’d come so hard and so often
she’d been sure she would pass out and die.
    After that first night together, there had
been no doubt in Violet’s mind the relationship was going all the
way. It had been four, nearly five, years of mostly domestic bliss.
The last two of the wedded bliss variety. Sure, there were
arguments and disagreements but nothing a healthy relationship and
some give and take couldn’t overcome. It was good between them,
really good.
    Violet strained to hear as Max moved away
from her. Where was he going? What was he grabbing? A cane? A
flogger? A sex toy? She practically vibrated with excitement and
anticipation. Her ass felt full and stretched. Her clit throbbed
with need. She was so wet and ready for his cock, his fingers, a
dildo—whatever. She just wanted something in her pussy fucking
her.
    Feeling tight and afraid of muscle cramps,
she willed her muscles to relax, consciously moving from her neck
to her shoulders and arms and down her legs to her ankles and toes.
It wasn’t easy. The tough hogtie position kept constant pressure on
her joints, forcing them into unnatural angles. Long ago, she’d
learned it was easier to accept the discomfort of her bonds than
fight against them.
    Already warmed and flooded with endorphins
from the spanking session and the anal play orgasm, her body
hovered just a few levels short of that bliss-inducing state of
subspace she so loved. By embracing the pain, welcoming the sensual
torture certain to come her way, Violet was one step closer to that
plane of ecstasy sought by so many submissives.
    Max’s tongue slithered over her the shin of
her left leg. His hand slid along the inside of her thighs and
inched ever closer to her dripping wet sex. She held her breath as
his rough fingers traced the outline of her pussy lips. First one
finger and then another probed her slick wetness. She desperately
wanted to rock her hips and push back against his intrusion but her
bonds held fast. She was completely at his mercy as he leisurely
circled her clit and played with her pussy.
    When his fingers slipped inside her, Violet
let out a low moan. She’d missed his touch so much. He thrust in
and out at a slow pace. The wide pad of his thumb danced over her
clit. His teeth grazed her shin and nipped at her ankle.