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  He took her chin in his hand, and pulled her face up gently, forcing her to meet his gaze. “This is a very nice surprise, my love, but I didn’t ask for it, nor do I require it tonight. I simply wanted your body in bed with me. I want to wake up with you next to me as we have a very early trip to make. But, what about you, my pet, what prompted this impromptu display of submission to your dom tonight? Is there something you want or need? Do you have something to confess?”

  She was free to speak now, as he had asked her direct questions, but she blushed shyly and looked down once more before responding. “The only thing I want or need, Sir, is your cock inside of me.”

  “Oh, really? Is that so?” He reached down and cupped the womanly apex between her legs, stroking the folds with two fingers, pleasantly surprised to find that she was soaked with her own juices. “Mm, baby, you certainly are ready for me, aren’t you? What is it that has you so excited after a long day at work?”

  “A long day at work,” she explained with a giggle. “It was scary and overwhelming, and I felt so out of my element at times, and I saw things I could never even have imagined that I would see in my lifetime, but it was so, so hot, and the flogging was…” Unable to finish, she trailed off with a shiver.

  “You liked that, did you?” His fingers continued their relentless massage of her nether region, as he questioned her. It was fun to watch her pupils dilate as he worked her over, strumming her expertly as she struggled to concentrate on answering his many questions.

  “Maybe a little.” She swallowed, before asking shyly, “Do you own a flogger, Sir?”

  “Mm, I do, my pet, and someday, I will let you experience the thrill of the flogger, but tonight is not that day. Tonight we have to try to sleep while we can, and a good flogging session when done right, can take quite some time.”

  “Yes, sir, but I don’t think I can sleep yet. I want you too badly to sleep without feeling you inside me.”

  “Yes, I had a feeling you would say that.” He released her, and pulled himself flat on his back across the mattress. “Stand, sub,” he commanded sharply.

  “You have been a very good girl tonight, and I am very pleased with you. Climb on top of me and ride my cock until you come.”

  Her smile grew, and she all but jumped onto him, quickly impaling her sopping pussy onto his erect penis.

  She rode him hard, with an impressive amount of gusto for anyone to have at three in the morning, and he set aside his precision like control to come quickly and wildly, so that they shared an orgasmic if not earth shattering release, before collapsing side by side in a hot, sweaty, satisfied heap.

  Chapter Ten

  The next day at lunchtime, Diamond sat perched on a barstool in her father’s kitchen, nibbling on a carrot stick with amusement as the rest of her family unashamedly fawned over her new boyfriend. When she had first introduced him, it had been to wide-eyes and radio silence, as Diamond had never brought a man home before, not even as a teenager. Her family had gawked at each other with questions looming unspoken on each of their faces as they tried to figure out where this tall, dark, mystery man had come from. Her sisters stole glances at each other as if to ask, “Did you know she was dating anyone?” and her father had frowned in consternation, as if trying to remember something he feared he had forgotten.

  When she had briefly explained that he was her new boss, and that they were dating, the questions had flown rapid fire, but Pax had fielded each one carefully, in a way that won over her family without disclosing too many of her own secrets.

  As her sisters both giggled, and fluttered their lashes over everything that came out of Pax’s mouth, her father disengaged himself from the gaggle, and seated himself on the barstool next to her.

  “Pax seems nice, but why is this the first I’ve heard of you having a boyfriend, and a boyfriend who is currently your boss, nonetheless? Is that wise, princess?” her dad asked, attempting to soften the blow by employing his pet name for her. She was princess, Ruby was pumpkin, because of her red hair and freckles, and Emmy, the tomboy of the trio, was Scout.

  Diamond smiled shyly, still watching Pax and her sisters out of the corner of her eye, and turned to her face her dad. “You know, I’m not sure it is wise, Daddy, but sometimes you just have to do what feels right and trust your gut, you know.”

  Her dad nodded thoughtfully, with sad eyes, and she knew instinctively he was thinking of her mother. That was a rabbit hole she couldn’t fall down into right now, so she steered the conversation back to Pax. “I know Pax is unexpected. I didn’t want him to come with me, but he insisted. After last week’s media spectacle, he’s worried about overly enthusiastic paparazzi. I tried to tell him I was fine and he didn’t need to come, but Pax is very persuasive, and he takes safety very seriously. He’s a little bit of a worry-wart.”

  “Well, if being a worry-wart means he’s taking good care of my little girl, there’s a lot worse things he could be I suppose.” Her dad sighed pensively, looking as if he had more to say, but wasn’t quite sure how to say it. “So, you said he owns this casino you’re working at now, Rojo?”

  “Yup, and half of Aubergine as well. He owns that one with a friend.”

  “I see. So, this isn’t as sudden as it seems then? You’ve known him for some time?”

  “Several years. Not well, but well enough to know his character.” This, she thought to herself was mostly a lie, if you considered the fact that up until last week her opinion of his character was that he was some sort of narcissistic pimp. But the small fudge of the truth was enough to appease her equally overly protective father.

  “And, these casinos, they do well?” There it was. This was why she never brought anyone home. Understandably, her father’s first worry, and her mother’s too when she had been alive was that her daughters would be taken advantage of by men seeking a fast track to fame and fortune. Truth be told, several of the men in her past had been doing exactly that, but it had never felt serious with them anyway. With Pax it was different, and that’s what she told her Dad.

  “Well, I haven’t seen the annual reports or anything, but my belief is that the casinos do very well, and I’m going to guess based on the rigid precision with which Paxton attacks everything in his life, he handles his businesses the same way, in which case, they are probably thriving.”

  “Hmmm.” Her father’s thoughtful hum was telling, and Diamond rolled her eyes, knowing that the first chance he got he would be doing his own research, just to make sure that things with her new beau were exactly as they seemed. She wasn’t worried that any big secrets about the casino’s financials would be unveiled, because she truly believed there weren’t any. But with just a few quick taps of his fingers, her father could find out the truth about the nightclub at Rojo, and exactly what her job entailed.

  It would be better to tell him now, because she could see from his expression that he would find out on his own the first chance he got.

  “Daddy?” she led in nervously, knowing full well that the fact that she called him Daddy was a tell in and of itself. “There’s something I should tell you about Rojo.”

  “Oh, is there?” His guard instantly went up.

  Diamond twirled around in her barstool, turning away from Pax and her sisters to add some illusion of privacy to their conversation. She felt the flames of embarrassment lapping up her face already, and silently cursed her fair complexion.

  Her father took her cue, and also turned in his stool so that they were facing the kitchen rather than the breakfast nook.

  “What’s up, princess?”

  “Well, first I want you to know, that I am safe, and happy, and well taken care of, and that I am not doing anything that I do not want to do. This is my life, and I’m making my own decisions.”

  “As well you should. And might I add, as you always have.” Her father chuckled, looking only slightly apprehensive. “Princess, I support you spreading your wings, and finding yourself outside of your mother’s shadow. Yo
u know that. I do worry a little, because that’s who I am, and as your father, it’s in my job description, but whatever it is that has you looking so nervous, I’m sure it’s not all that bad, and even if it is, I will try to accept it, as long as it makes you happy.”

  She hesitated, jerking back with a start, when a hand came to rest on her shoulder. She hadn’t seen Pax come up behind her, and she wondered how much he had heard. She didn’t have to wonder for long.

  “Sir,” Pax began, addressing her father, to her abject horror. “I think what Diamond is concerned about, is that when you research the business that I own, which I am sure you will, as I can tell you are a father who cares deeply about his daughter’s wellbeing, you will find that Rojo, the casino I own, is home to a very renowned BDSM club of the same name, and that that is where Diamond works.”

  Her father’s shock was visible in the lines of his face as he regarded Pax seriously. “I see,” he mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “And you’ve taken measures to procure her safety and anonymity, I take it? Normally, I would worry that you were using her status as a pull, and exploiting her in order to bring in more business, but I can tell just in this short visit we have had that is not what you are about. Then I consider the fact that I spoke to my daughter only a week ago, and now she comes home with a new job, a new boyfriend, and she’s working in a BDSM club? What exactly is she doing there?” Her father stopped short, holding his hand up in front of him to halt Pax or her from responding. “Wait don’t answer that. I don’t need to know. But what I do want to know, if you’ll tell me, is how exactly this happened so quickly. Why don’t you start at the beginning?”

  * * *

  Pax thoughtfully surveyed the small guesthouse that was his digs for the next few days. When the interrogation had ended, her father had clapped him on the back, declared him a good man, and instructed Emmy, not Diamond, to show him to the guest house. The reaction seemed contradictory, so now Pax stood in the middle of a small one-bedroom apartment that was decorated in all pink, wiping his brow and praying that Diamond would join him soon. He felt a little like he had been sent to exile, with no further instruction, or idea of what he was to do next.

  He paced around the room, looking for something to do to distract him. There was no TV in the house, and the magazines on the coffee table were all at least five years old, not to mention the fact that they were primarily gossip rags and fashion magazines. Nary a Sports Illustrated or Maxim in sight. Sitting down on the prissiest pink chaise he had ever laid eyes on, he buried his head in his hands and sighed. The pink wasn’t helping his anxiety.

  When the door slammed shut behind him, he jolted, jumping up on instinct.

  Diamond’s eyes were saucers as she walked towards him seductively. “He likes you,” she purred happily. “I had my doubts there for a while, but he really likes you.” She reached him then, throwing her arms up in the air to hug him, and Pax had to stoop down so that she could. Squealing happily, she threw her arms around his neck, and he lifted her off the ground hugging her tightly.

  “Are you sure he likes me? Why did he stick me out here in this cotton candy monstrosity?”

  “It was my mother’s safe place. He wouldn’t put you out here at all if he didn’t trust you. Nobody besides the maids have been out here in years.”

  “Oh.” Pax wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that. It was a little morbid for his tastes, but he appreciated the gesture of trust. “I figured he didn’t want me anywhere near you at night, so it wouldn’t be easy for us to sneak into each other’s rooms.”

  She giggled, as he set her down on her feet. “Oh, that might have been part of it, I’m sure. But, if you think about it,” she boasted shyly,” we have a lot more privacy this way.”

  Pax shook his head slowly from side to side. “Oh, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you? Insatiable too, I’m still not recovered from last night. I don’t need more sex, I need a fucking nap.”

  As he had expected, Diamond immediately fashioned her features into an exaggerated pout. “I don’t wanna nap. I want to play.” Her hand covered the bulge in his trousers, and she giggled. “You want to play too.”

  Pax removed her hand, grabbing her by the wrist and pinning it behind her back, turning her so that her back was now to his chest. “That’s quite enough. What did I tell you about touching me without my permission?”

  Diamond sighed heavily. “That hugs and kisses were fine, but sex was your jurisdiction, and that sexual pleasure is yours to give and withhold.”

  Still holding her arm behind her, he held it tighter, and farther up, forcing her to bend at the waist to relieve pressure. He had her right where he wanted her, but at the moment there was nothing he could do about it. The guest house had huge bay windows, and the window coverings Elizabeth had chosen were so thin they would be ineffective at providing any semblance of privacy. Still holding onto her by the arm, he backed up, pulling them both into the small bathroom, using his foot to close the door behind them. There were no windows, and the bathroom wasn’t nearly as small as he had assumed. Diamond was still bent at the waist, and he took the opportunity to pop her on the buttocks several times. “You need to remember your place,” he scolded, punctuating each word with a hard swat to her denim clad cheeks. “And, I am going to help you with that.”

  With that settled, he let go of her arm. “Stay in position.” Reaching around her, with both hands, he found the button of her shorts, and released it, deftly sliding the shorts down to her ankles, and her panties with them.

  She whimpered, softly, a guttural groan in the back of her throat. She knew that whatever came next would not be good, but she stayed in position.

  “Put your feet apart, and grab your ankles.”

  Pax stood back, watching as she followed his instructions, bringing her bits into full view. She had been waxed last week, and the results were something he would never tire of seeing.

  She peered at him, glaring up from the space between her legs. Her expression seemed to challenge him. “What now?” she seemed to be saying.

  “Patience, my little sub,” he purred, moving closer to her, so that she was back within arm’s reach, watching her face soften at his expression. Calling a sub by the term “sub” always seemed to hit that button, and he enjoyed watching them melt right before he claimed them.

  He slapped her ass, watching with satisfaction as the skin bounced and reddened under the impact of his hand.

  “Who’s in charge here, little sub?” he growled, nearly panting through his controlled arousal. He would play with her, and teach her a lesson, but there would be no sexual release for either of them. They were at her father’s house for God’s sake.

  “You are, sir,” she squealed, as he pressed against her tightly puckered opening. Her face was flushed and she was biting her lip, as she tried to give up control, fighting her instinct to move away from his prodding fingers. He smiled to himself, recognizing the signs. She had never been touched here before.

  “My little sub seems to be an anal virgin,” he teased, growing hard himself as he pushed his index finger past her tight virgin barrier.

  “Yes, sir!” she squeaked out. “And I was hoping to keep it that way!”

  Shaking his head, he chuckled deeply at her hesitancy. “That’s not going to happen, pet. I own all of you, and I will punish all of you. There is no quicker way to remind a naughty sub of her place than by claiming her naughty bottom hole.”

  He pumped his finger in and out slowly, watching as she struggled to hold position against this new violation. She was uncomfortable, sure, and sorry for her misstep, which was kind of the point, but her glistening pussy told the story the rest of her would never tell. She was horny as fuck. She didn’t want to be turned on with a finger in her ass—they never did, but she was.

  “Naughty subs get their bottoms punished often, pet. Anal punishments are a powerful tool in my arsenal, as you will soon learn. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, and will train you
r naughty little hole to take more and more each time, and someday, you will take my cock here, and you will scream as I fuck your naughty little ass. It will happen, my pet. There’s no avoiding it. That day will come.”

  He was pumping hard, thrusting his finger out all the way to the tip, before pushing it back in again, enjoying watching her squirm under his ministrations. Her pussy was dripping with arousal now, and he cupped her dripping mound with his other hand, enjoying her cries as she nearly wept with sexual frustration.

  “Are you horny, little sub?” he asked, knowing the answer full well. Removing his hand, he licked her juices off his finger and moaned. “When you’re naughty like this, we both suffer. Your sex is mine to claim, your bottom is mine to claim, and your pain and pleasure both belong to me. Remember that,” he told her, thrusting once more, before withdrawing his finger completely, and smacking her on the bottom. “Stand Up!”

  She obeyed, standing on shaking legs, swaying as the blood that had rushed into her face, settled back where it was supposed to be. Unsatiated, she eyed his bulging cock, tenting through the fabric of his ever present cargo pants. “Please, sir, may I service you?”

  He should say no. This was her mother’s special place, on her parents’ property. It should be off limits. Not to mention that the fluffy pink atmosphere wasn’t exactly conducive to arousal. Or so he had thought. It didn’t actually seem to be having the adverse reaction he had expected. The chemistry between himself and Diamond was just that strong. His cock was rock hard, throbbing with need. A little role-affirming ass play had never had this effect on him before. His hands rested on his belt, his eyes never left hers as he slowly undid the buckle. His belt was just another thing on their list of experiences to have. She licked her lips salaciously, and he knew they were thinking along the same lines, but that would have to wait.

  “On your knees, sub.” She sank to her knees before him, and he dropped his pants, pushing his black boxer briefs down to his knees. His cock sprang free, and she grabbed it greedily, quickly taking it deep into her mouth.