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  TESTED BY HER WEBMASTER

  Normandie Alleman

  Copyright © 2016 Normandie Alleman

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  Cover Art by L J Anderson Mayhem Cover Creations

  Edited by Grace Bradley and Ink It Out Editing

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents depicted here are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, business establishments, organizations, events, or locales is purely coincidental.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  The tails of the flogger came down on the back of my thigh with a thud. My breathing remained steady as I anticipated the next one. Pain wasn’t really my thing, so the floggings Quentin gave me were only a touch harsher than a massage. Once I started twitching, he usually relocated his blows to a different spot.

  He was a good Dom in that way. He read my signals and never pushed me too far, never hurt me. That said, he took me to the edge of my limits psychologically, sometimes pushing me right to them before stopping.

  Like the butt plug that was currently stretching my tiniest hole.

  Unfortunately, I must have the smallest butthole in creation. And I don’t think Quentin adores anal sex, but he definitely gets off on pushing my limits. When we tried it before, I felt like the pain had outweighed the pleasure. It honestly made me kinda nauseated, which was the opposite of sexy.

  To counteract my “issues”, Quentin sent me a butt plug intended for longer wear and instructed me to wear it during my trip up to Washington to visit him this weekend. Soon after I arrived, he embarrassed me in the airport parking lot by yanking up my skirt and bending me over the hood of his car.

  I should be used to this by now as he did that, or something similar, almost every time. Once he’d inspected me and seen that I’d followed his instructions and was wearing the plug, he foisted his fingers inside me and prepared me for the fucking that would follow.

  I knew I should be upset. I should protest the way he insisted on sticking his long, hard cock inside me in the parking lot. It was a public place, and not only was it inappropriate, but it was probably illegal. The conservative way I was raised—I should have been scared enough of getting caught to protest, but I’d grown addicted to the adrenaline rush that came with that sort of risky behavior, so I didn’t want to. Besides, I wouldn’t have denied him anyway. My goal was to make him happy, to please my Master.

  Not only did I let him fuck me in broad daylight at the airport, I’d also let him fuck me bareback. We’d seen each other’s test results when we consummated our relationship a few months ago, and since I wasn’t screwing anyone else, and I believed him when he said he wasn’t either, I let it go. The feel of him sliding inside me—him, not some sheathed version of him—was beyond incredible. One time Quentin had made a reference to breeding me, and for some reason it turned me on. Even though we didn’t talk about having children, I loved the idea of him breeding me. But it was just a fantasy, the way so many things with him felt like a fantasy. We’d been together for a couple of months now, and I still didn’t feel like I truly knew the man behind his “MC” online persona.

  “Have I properly warmed you up, my pet?” he asked with on final swat to my ass.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Now get up on all fours. I’m going to inspect your anus.”

  Inwardly I cringed. That word, not to mention that he was going to inspect it. I rose to my hands and knees and braced myself. When he plied apart my bottom cheeks, my stomach turned over, and not in a good way. He started to pull back on the plug and I gritted my teeth. Since I arrived two days ago, he’d had me constantly wearing a plug, except when I went to the bathroom. And every eight hours or so he’d put in a larger one. Surely my butt was stretched out enough to take him by now.

  “Sophie, you’ve been such a good sub for me, wearing your butt plug exactly as I’ve asked. You’ve earned an orgasm. Several in fact, but before I give it to you I’m going to make this ass nice and red. So much more interesting to fuck.”

  I gulped and dropped my head.

  “That’s fine,” he said. “As long as you remain on your elbows at least.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” I sank to my elbows, grateful for his mercy. He knew I hated the “on all fours” position, and I appreciated him giving me that small break. He shoved the butt plug back in, then fucked me with it a few times. My sphincter spasmed and pitched, not wanting to remain open for him, and I gripped the sheets of his bed in my fists.

  His open hand made contact with my bottom. Smack!

  I flinched with the first one, but then grew accustomed to the stings he inflicted on my rear, first one cheek, then the other. The swats stung, and if one started to hurt too much I whimpered. Quentin liked that. First of all, he liked to hear the pain he inflicted upon me, but he also liked to know how much it hurt so that he could adjust his technique.

  “There. Nice and rosy. Not quite red, but your ass is a pretty shade, one that makes me rock hard. That will do.”

  I peeked back at him. Standing there like a god, he stroked his cock loosely. The majority of the work on it would be done by me, but I’d grown to love watching him touch himself. It made me feel more confident seeing the powerful effect I had on him. Though the very idea would probably set feminism back a hundred years, I had to admit that nothing fulfilled me so much as arousing the man I loved and then satisfying him.

  He removed the plug and I reveled in the momentary relief.

  “Such a wet little cunt.”

  His rod slid easily inside me, and I took him all the way to the hilt. I loved the way he filled me so completely and a ping of happiness traveled through my body. Then I felt the intrusion of his finger in my ass. One, then two.

  My reluctant groan filled the room as I squirmed underneath him.

  “Be still!” he commanded, and I did my best to comply.

  His fingers moved in and out of me at the same pace as his cock, and I started to get with the groove of what he was doing and enjoy myself. Mmm. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

  I should have known better because a heartbeat later he withdrew his cock from my pussy and I heard the squirting noise of lube leaving the bottle. I told myself to relax. It would go easier if I didn’t clench those backdoor muscles, but my body wasn’t having it and I tensed up like I was bracing for an injection with a long, sharp needle.

  As if reading my mind he said, “Relax, darling. It will only hurt for a minute. After that you won’t believe how good this will be.”

  I made a whiny noise. Unattractive, I know, but at that moment I was only concerned with surviving the next half hour, not how sexy I would seem while doing it.

  The head of his cock breached the ring of the excruciatingly sensitive muscles that rimmed my asshole, and it hurt so bad I couldn’t breathe. Holy fucking shit! Alarm bells rang in my head, and everything went black.

  “The worst is done now. In a minut
e you’ll be thanking me for taking your ass.”

  His words sounded like the rantings of a madman, and I whimpered a semiconscious response as he continued to push himself into me.

  I was so caught up in the white wall of pain that I barely noticed when he reached around and started fiddling with my clit.

  The dreaded interloping dick started to go in the opposite direction, and I foolishly hoped he would remove the fucking thing and give up this whole idea, but of course that wasn’t going to happen.

  Then suddenly, just when a voice in the darker recesses of my mind began searching for my safe word, it started to feel a little better, his cock in my ass.

  It thrust into me ever so slowly, then even more slowly he pulled it back out. That, coupled with the little flicks of his thumb over my clit turned the nausea into something dark and divine. The intertwining of ouch and ahhhh twirled together to create something I’d never experienced before.

  “Who’s ass is this?” he growled, then smacked it.

  “Yours,” I managed, sweating around my hairline.

  “That’s right. You belong to me. You’re my whore to do with as I see fit. And right now I’m going to make you come from this ass fucking.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  I whimpered, but didn’t doubt him. The pumping of his cock in my butt was getting me closer and closer to the edge. It added a whole new dimension to our play, and I never remembered getting to this part before during anal sex. The part where I actually enjoyed myself.

  He knelt over me and, reaching around with his other hand, cupped my breast while he fucked my ass and rubbed my clit. I felt so completely owned by him. It was overwhelming, and my body gave way to the spasms of my orgasm.

  “That’s it. Let it go. Come for me.” His voice was strangled, and I could tell he wasn’t far behind me.

  The world fell away again, but this time it was because I was falling into a shimmery stream of glittery lights and blissful waves. Through the haze, I noticed he released my hot buttons, grabbed my hips with his hands and plowed into me again and again with sure, even strokes until he made that garbled noise in his throat that brought me almost as much joy as my own climax, because it meant that he was satisfied.

  A minute later, when he withdrew, I was flummoxed to find I was almost disappointed it was over. Damn MC, he did know best. As much as I’d dreaded him taking me that way, I’d really enjoyed it.

  He lay down next to me. I collapsed into those bulging biceps of his, and he hugged me close.

  “I’m very proud of you, girl.”

  I smiled and snuggled closer, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I love that.”

  “You hung in there, trusted me, and it was all right in the end, wasn’t it?”

  I snorted. “Pun intended?”

  He swatted my bum. “Silly girl. No, I did not intend it. Only a teacher of young children would have thought of that.”

  “Or a pervert.”

  “Ah, well between the two of us, we qualify for both. But what I want to know is—what did you think?”

  I held him tight. “I think that I love you, and that it was good. Better than I thought it could be. Trusting you has never failed me.”

  When I used the “L” word, his body stiffened against mine.

  “Hey, are you okay?” I asked,

  “Yes. I’m fine. But I do have something important to ask you, Sophie.”

  “Yes?” I shifted my position so I could look at him, but kept my legs entwined with his.

  “A favor really…”

  “What is it?”

  “I’ve been approached by a young Dom. He wants me to help train him, show him the ropes, so to speak.”

  “He wants to be your sub?” That sounded odd and not like Quentin.

  “No, as in he wants to learn to do what I do, as a Dom. It’s a cybertraining thing, similar to how you and I began.”

  “Okay…” I had no idea what this had to do with me.

  “Well, I’d like it if you would volunteer to be his sub. Just for the time that I’m working with him.”

  I bolted upright. “You’ve got to be joking. Why would I be someone else’s sub? I belong to you.”

  He sat up, his chiseled jaw set. “That’s why. Because I asked you to.”

  I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut. He couldn’t be serious. “I don’t believe this. Do you think so little of me that you’d just pass me around to a random stranger?”

  “Calm down. Set your emotions aside for a moment, Sophie. That’s not the way to look at this.”

  “How exactly am I supposed to look at this? I thought I was yours. I thought you wanted me.” My voice threatened to crack.

  He leaned over and touched my leg, but I quickly stood and found a sheet to cover myself. “You belong to me, which is why I thought I could ask this of you. If you are mine, and I choose to share you, you should take that as a compliment.”

  “A compliment? You’re nuts.”

  He sighed. “Sophie, I adore you. I treasure you above everything else. A man has asked that I teach him what I know about being a Dominant, especially an online Dominant. Having you as my sub is my crowning achievement with regards to my domination. If I can share not only my knowledge, but also the most amazing submissive I’ve ever had, I believe I will be able to offer him the best possible experience. It is because of my high regard for you that I even bring it up.”

  “But—but, won’t you be jealous?” I asked, hoping against hope that he would say yes.

  “Perhaps a little, but I’m not asking you to meet him in real life. I’m not asking you to let him touch you or make actual love to you. I’m only asking you to partake in some online exercises, the way we did when we began.”

  “Yeah! And we fell in love! Aren’t you worried that might happen with this new guy? I mean, clearly I’m not immune to that sort of thing happening.”

  “No, Sophie. I’m not worried about that because I’m secure in your feelings for me, and I know how I feel about you. It is simply something you would do because your Dominant required it of you.”

  “Required?” My blood ran cold. He would actually order me to do this? Basically cheat on him?

  “Sophie, you are looking at this all wrong. Some Dominants share their submissives as a regular practice, and their submissives find it exhilarating.”

  “How’s that possible?”

  “Darling girl, remember when we were in that elevator in Houston, and after you serviced me with your mouth I left you on the floor so that when the elevator doors opened, the men outside saw you on your knees?”

  “Yes…”

  “Remember how I told you they were probably going to pleasure themselves to filthy thoughts of you and what you were doing with that whore mouth of yours as you knelt on the floor next to my cock?”

  “Yes.”

  “What if I had known those men? What if I had allowed them on the elevator with us, and ordered you to suck their cocks?”

  My face contorted in outrage, but to my disgust, I grew wet as he talked. As unthinkable as the scenario was, it turned me on.

  “Uh huh. You’re getting turned on now. I know you are. See, I know what my girl needs. I know the deepest, darkest desires that you have, better than you know them yourself. By sharing you I am, in some ways, freeing you to explore your sexuality further.”

  “But I don’t want to. I only want you,” I said, pouting.

  “I know. You think it will come between us, but what if I told you it will only bring us closer?”

  “I don’t know…”

  “You’re afraid. I understand that. You’re worried that if I let you do that you will lose control, but I won’t let that happen.” He crossed the room, ripped the sheet away from me, and threw it on the floor. He grabbed the back of my neck and held me tight in his grasp. “You are mine, Sophie, and that is not going to change. If I choose to share you, it will be on my terms and yours and you will always come back to me, do yo
u understand?”

  I gulped, bobbing my head slightly.

  “Answer me,” he growled.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “If it pleases me to share you with someone else, I expect you to cooperate.” He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked toward the bedroom wall and pressed my back against it. Then he proceeded to impale me with his steel-hard rod. “But for tonight, I’ll have you all for myself.”

  I whimpered as he fucked me hard, rubbing the skin on my back up against the wall so that it burned with each delicious thrust.

  He squeezed my ass cheeks so hard with his fingers that I knew they would leave a bruise.

  “Whose cunt is this?” he snarled in my ear.

  “Yours,” I warbled.

  “That’s right. This. Is. My. Fucking. Cunt.” He pressed deep into me with each word until he finally came inside me then set me back on the ground. Then he picked up his underwear off the floor and headed toward the bathroom. On his way out the door he called over his shoulder, “Don’t forget, love, you can always use your safe word.”

  Quentin had never exactly said the words “I love you”, but when he called me that I knew he did. It wasn’t in his nature to be direct about his feelings. Sex—now that he was direct about. For him it seemed as basic as breathing, but feelings—that was a different matter.

  It would be nice to have a man who said “I love you”, but more than I wanted a man like that—I wanted him.

  CHAPTER THREE

  I pulled out the black sweater with the v-neck and held it up. Nope. I liked the emerald-green top better. I chose a pair of black slacks and a pair of boots that were cute but also practical. In about an hour I’d be going to a birthday party for my friend Shelby where I was going to meet her new boyfriend Bryan and I wanted to look my best.

  Tossing the black one on my bed, I shimmied into the green one. When I ran a hand over my bra, I felt the tenderness of my breasts, and I was reminded of the fork play with Quentin from the previous weekend. A tingle of excitement shimmered though me as I recalled the naughty things he’d done to me. Things that brought me such exquisite pleasure.