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  Mortified, Ashley took another bite.

  They ate in silence for the next five minutes.

  “Some of the noodles are cooked, you just have to find them,” she offered feebly.

  “I appreciate the effort, dear, but”—his eyes twinkled—“you may need to be punished for this little blunder.”

  Ashley’s eyes widened. “A punishment? Not again!” Whenever he talked about reprimands, a part of her felt like a little girl again. Her gut churned and she furrowed her brow, worry filling her head. Her temperature rose, her fists balled in defiance. Another part of her, the grown-up woman inside her, became excited, and her nipples pebbled with arousal. The combination of emotions was heady, intoxicating.

  Roger eyed her as an eagle spies his prey before swooping in for the attack. “You’ll see when the time comes.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her stomach did a flip. That was the end of her appetite. “Think I’ll do the dishes.” She drained her wine glass and got up from the table. She took her plate into the kitchen and dumped her latest glop of failure down the garbage disposal.

  She felt him before she heard him. Their bodies were so in tune with one another, she could sense him. He wrapped her up in his big, strong arms and held her close.

  “Sir, I feel badly about dinner…” she began.

  “Shhh!” He put a finger over her mouth. “Come over here.” He walked her over to the refrigerator.

  “Take off your clothes” he growled.

  That mixture of fear and arousal raged through her body, but she removed every stitch of clothing as he’d asked.

  “That’s it. Now spread your legs for me.”

  Butterflies flitted in her stomach. A shiver ran down her spine.

  Roger pinned her up against the refrigerator. He lifted her hands above her head and held her wrists together.

  “Hmm, do I bind you or blindfold you?” He drummed his fingers on the side of the icebox indecisively.

  She fidgeted.

  “Hold still,” he commanded.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The silky caress of his tie tightened over her wrists as he bound them together above her head.

  He nibbled her ear, his lips moist, his breath scorching her tender flesh.

  Pulling her hips backwards, he ordered her, “Stick your ass out.”

  Ashley did her best to obey. His hands grazed her curves as he worked his way from her shoulder to the curve of her hip with his lips. He knelt behind her.

  “C’mon. Back that pussy up onto me, baby. I want to see you grind that ass up onto my face.”

  A combination of shock and pleasure swirled through her. She tilted her pelvis back and felt the delight of his kisses between her ass cheeks. The heat from his mouth was a luxurious change from her cold limbs resting against the fridge.

  “Are you clean, baby?”

  He meant her ass. Had she cleaned herself for him… “Yes, Sir.” She had used an enema an hour or so before he came home. Roger had recently developed a penchant for ass play, and she tried to be prepared for it most of the time—just in case.

  “Such a good girl. Don’t move a muscle, stay right here.”

  She heard him rummaging around in the kitchen drawers behind her. Oh Lord, what is he going to do?

  “Ah, this is what I was looking for.”

  Curious what it was, Ashley turned her head to see. He held a wooden spoon.

  “Ah, ah, ah. I said not to move, didn’t I?” His voice was stern.

  Ashley hung her head. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to have to paddle you.” He slapped the spoon against the palm of his hand.

  “Oh dear,” she murmured.

  A gentle tap to her naked buttocks. The spoon, smooth against her skin, made a muffled thwacking noise.

  Another tap. This one harder, more jarring.

  The third time was more of a swat than a tap. Her cheek smarted from the blow. She gritted her teeth.

  “Now we’re getting warmed up. Darling, how many smacks do you think you’ve earned tonight?”

  “Ten,” she answered dutifully. He usually liked to administer ten. She knew his habits by now.

  “Ten it is. Please count, my love.”

  The spoon landed on her ass with a thud.

  “Ten.”

  “Very Good.”

  Smack!

  “Nine.”

  Smack!

  “Eight.”

  Thwack! This blow landed on both cheeks making a slightly different noise. Good. It’s not as hard as the others. Relief flushed through her.

  “Seven.” She’d almost forgotten to count. She tried to focus on her task.

  Smack!

  “Six.” Beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

  Swat!

  “Five.” Her bottom was tender now and she guessed it was quite pink by this point.

  Smack!

  “Four.” Her voice was shrill.

  Smack! His strikes now genuinely hurt. She tried to embrace the pain, to let herself go. But she couldn’t forget to keep counting. That was the hard part…

  “Three!”

  “Almost done, my love,” he said as he spanked her again.

  “Two.”

  “Last one.” He brought the spoon down hardest on the last lick.

  “One!” She allowed her body to droop as she released the control she had been so carefully holding on to.

  “You’ve been such a good girl.” Roger slowly caressed her sore cheeks with his hands. He knelt behind her and kissed her swollen flesh. She felt a chilled sensation like that of an intimate whisper on a cold, windy day.

  Her breathing slowly returned to normal, but her heart still raced. His proximity kept her aroused. She was curious what he had in store for her next. Never having been a very patient girl, she wantonly arched her back.

  “You can’t get enough, can you?” He chuckled. He glossed over her aching cheeks with his palms, snaking them around the outside of each of her legs then grabbed hold of the front of her thighs. “That’s one of the things I love about you—your passion.”

  Wet warmth crept up her butt crack. What is that? Oh my God, his tongue… He held her tight up against the appliance, her hands bound, him controlling her legs. She was powerless to stop his assault. Of course she could, but why would she? He felt magnificent.

  Roger explored her nether regions with his mouth. She held perfectly still and savoured the moment. Waves of pleasure reverberated through her.

  She felt her ass being spread apart.

  There was a pause. She had no idea what he was going to do to her next. Would he insert something into her? Or…or what? It was as frightening as it was exciting. Her adrenaline was flowing now.

  Cool breath blew on her anus. She trembled.

  Then the warm touch of his tongue lapping around the entrance to her tiniest hole. Primitive sounds erupted from Ashley as he breached that puckered opening. Roger used his mouth to tease her. With his pointed tongue, he played around the outside of her wet opening occasionally entering her, fucking her with it. Driving her wild with desire.

  “Please, Sir!” she finally shrieked.

  “Please, what?” he asked innocently.

  “Please fuck my ass.”

  He laughed as he stood. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  “Here, why don’t you bend over the island?” He nipped her neck as his erection bore down against her backside, guiding her into position.

  Wobbly on her feet, Ashley was so weak with desire that she appreciated his help. She turned her head and captured his lips in a kiss. Their tongues hungrily devoured one another.

  The backwards kiss took her off balance. Ashley turned back around to catch herself, almost falling onto the island. She threw her bound arms over it, eagerly awaiting her fucking. “Okay, Sir, I’m ready,” she said.

  Roger hesitated as he stood back to look at her, admiration in his eyes. He grabbed some lube from the drawer nearby. “Darling, you lo
ok so beautiful with your pink ass, so eager for me.”

  She giggled. “I’m glad you think so, but be gentle, you know how I get nervous about this.”

  “I do.”

  Deftly, he worked one finger into her anus. She winced and tried to stay still, hoping the discomfort would ease. She focused on her breathing as he slowly moved it in and out.

  Another finger entered her, then she felt a welcome slippery finger on her engorged clit. Mmmm. The pain she felt in her ass was off-set by the pleasure he gave her in the front. In fact, the combination was incredible.

  If it hadn’t been for the island, Ashley would have collapsed onto the floor. Grateful for the support, she melted onto its butcher’s block surface.

  She squirmed when he removed his fingers and entered her with his cock. Remember to breathe. In through the nose…out through the mouth. Damn! The things I do for sex…

  She tensed up, went rigid again. Roger reacted to her signals and as he pushed into her quaking hole, he gradually reached around and massaged her tight little button of nerves, helping her to relax.

  He leant down and kissed her shoulder. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” she managed, her jaw loosening. She tried to focus on the good feelings and allowing her muscles to relax. It took some effort, but she was getting there.

  Roger was the first man she had ever had anal sex with, and they had only done it a few times before. Ashley was determined to get the hang of it, but it was taking some practice. Her butt was so damned tight!

  Tonight she had been more turned on than ever by Roger eating her ass. And the way he was thrumming her clit took her mind off the discomfort for sure. In fact, it was amazing.

  Of course she couldn’t see, but it felt like he was already halfway inside her rear channel, and she was okay. He pumped faster than he had in the past, and it didn’t hurt.

  He took his hand off her clit and tweaked her left nipple. Pulled on it. A groan of ecstasy rose from her throat. Her arms thrashed as he pinched and worked the hard little bud with his thumb.

  He penetrated her deeper, and a guttural noise sprang forth from Ashley.

  “You okay?”

  She nodded. “Maybe a little slower.”

  “Okay.”

  He slowed to a sensuous pace, and returned his attentions to that sensitive button. He rolled her little nub between his fingers, all the while burrowing his cock in her ass, rocking her at the right pace, taking her to a body-rippling place. The combination of having her very core stroked and her ass rammed was too much for Ashley to take. Her body convulsed, her muscular rings tightened around Roger’s cock, her pelvis bucked and she shook from her chin to her toes.

  Roger continued to pulse into her for another couple of minutes, until she heard the familiar catch in his throat, and he was still.

  “My darling, I love you. What would I ever do without you?” he asked as he gathered her up in his arms.

  She smiled. “I don’t know, but never find out, okay?”

  “Okay.” He winked at her. “Let me untie my girl.” He loosened then freed her arms from his expensive Armani tie, then tossed it to the side.

  “You know, I am such a lucky man, to have a girl who will let me do all these things to her.”

  “Yes, you are.” Ashley kissed him on the nose.

  “And now one who’s a budding chef,” he teased.

  Ashley felt a cloud pass over her face. “Yeah, that too.”

  Roger kissed her on the lips then walked over to retrieve his clothes.

  Ashley chewed her bottom lip. Her cooking experiment tonight had been a disaster. Why was he so happy?

  She didn’t get it.

  Well, she’d just have to get it right next time.

  Chapter Five

  Ashley had just sat down to her computer the next morning when the doorbell rang. Special delivery, and the package was addressed to her.

  With scissors she opened the box, being careful not to cut into any of the contents. Her heart filled with joy when she pulled a precious, pink and chocolate-coloured polka dot apron out of the box.

  A flirtatious little ruffle ran around the edges of the skirt, and the ties were brown and pink striped. Wow, this is cute! And the fabric feels so good. She pressed the sash to her cheek. Then she saw Roger’s note.

  Wear only this tonight.

  Ashley blushed and hugged the new garment to her chest. He is so good to me. Gives me so much attention. I need to make something special for him tonight. Something to make up for that debacle last night. I just can’t have a repeat of that.

  She racked her brain. What could they have? Hmm.

  Dinner usually involved so many different food groups, and she wasn’t trusting that crazy crockpot again. Maybe she’d go back to dessert. She and Roger each had a sweet tooth. What did they love?

  She remembered they had shared a heavenly French Silk pie on their first date. She’d try that. Women were always making pies on TV, it couldn’t be that complicated.

  Subsequent to finishing a few work tasks, Ashley found a recipe online and printed it out. She made a list then went to the market to purchase everything she needed for the pie. She realised she was humming while she unloaded the groceries. Maybe I have a domestic side after all.

  First, she had to make the crust. Ashley, the proud new owner of a rolling pin, got her surface prepped and pulled out the pastry sheets the recipe called for. They were frozen solid. The recipe said for them to sit out for a few minutes to thaw.

  Aha! This is usually the time I would go check email and leave them here too long. Think I’ll do something else instead. She read through the recipe a few times, took care of a few dirty dishes then made a quick trip to check some laundry. Once the pastry sheets had sat out for the right amount of time, she rolled them into one big sheet. She used her pie plate to cut around and remove the excess dough.

  Lifting and plopping the dough into the pie pan was easy enough, even if it made her heart skip a beat. What if it all falls apart? Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. But it landed well in the pan, and she was able to pinch the sides down just like the directions said.

  She set the pie plate into the preheated oven to bake then turned her attention to the filling. She grinned. Now for the yummy part!

  Once she’d dumped all the ingredients into the big stainless bowl, she turned on the mixer. Droplets of batter splattered on the wall. Oops! Ashley took better control of her new kitchen machine, turning it down a notch. Medium speed seemed to work better, less splatter, but it still mixed the ingredients at a frenetic pace.

  The oven timer sounded. Ashley set the mixer down and put on her new oven mitts. They were like big gloves, making her feel official. After opening the door to the oven, she took a step back.

  What was that?

  Her pie crust was sky high!

  It looked like a dome. Huh?

  Instead of cooking down in the pan, it had made a huge poof of a thing. What in the world? The crisp, warm scent of the crust wafted under her nose, cueing her brain to remove it from the oven before it burned.

  Whirling around to set it on the warming racks she had purchased, tears began to form in her eyes.

  Perhaps it will sink down…she tried to be hopeful.

  But she was beside herself.

  She slinked over to the other counter where the chocolate concoction sat. With a frown on her face, she dipped a finger into the batter then sucked it between her lips. Sometimes chocolate helps. She sniffled.

  The instant her tongue touched the dark brown substance, it rebelled. Ashley stood over the sink spitting out the revolting stuff.

  What’s wrong with it? It tastes disgusting! So bitter…

  “I’m such a failure,” Ashley said, bursting into tears. She studied the recipe through blurred eyes.

  What happened? Tossing the paper down, she ran into the bedroom and threw herself on the bed. Her body racked with sobs.

  I’m good at mos
t everything I try. Why can’t I get this cooking thing right? This was an unfamiliar place for her to be in.

  Ashley had made good grades in school, and had been above average at sports. She’d always been popular with her peers. She’d considered herself blessed, but this cooking thing was kicking her butt. What would Roger do when he found out how terrible she was in the kitchen? Would he end it with her? Her sobs were replaced with a sense of panic in her chest. Her heart raced and she chewed on a fingernail, shuddering as her breathing settled down.

  Ashley sat up and squared her shoulders. I’ve gone this long without knowing how to cook. I can go a while longer.

  * * * *

  That evening, Ashley considered her reflection in the full length mirror that stood in the corner of the bedroom. She had spent an hour with the curling iron, turning her platinum-blonde hair into ringlets that framed her face. Her makeup was light—brown mascara and pink lip gloss. With nothing underneath, the apron highlighted the outline of her breasts, hugging her curves beautifully, and showing lots of leg. She had to admit she looked rather sexy.

  The sound of a key rattling in the front door told her Roger was home. She dashed to the kitchen just in time to strike a seductive pose in the doorway. Wearing nothing but her new apron and a smile.

  She knew how to obey her Master.

  Roger’s eyes lit up when he saw her.

  “Hello, darling,” he greeted her warmly. “You look gorgeous in the apron, and you followed my directions. I knew you would.” His arms were full of gifts.

  “Oh my! Sweetheart, what do you have? Here, let me help you.” Ashley rushed over to him. Not only did he have boxes in his arms, but he also carried a sack from the market over his arm. A bottle of champagne peeked out of the top.

  “I brought you some surprises”—he chuckled—“which you will have to earn.”

  Ashley stuck her lower lip out. “That doesn’t sound like much fun.”

  Roger grinned. “Oh, it will be fun, I promise you that.” He set the presents and bags down on the kitchen counters.

  “Okay.” She brightened. “When do I get my first present, Sir?” She waltzed into his arms and kissed him full on the lips.

  He grabbed her ass and squeezed, giving her a firm slap on the posterior as he released her. “What a saucy little sub you are tonight. And here I was, wanting to reward you for your good behaviour…”