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only speak when spoken to and you will always refer to your Dom as Sir or Master. Each Dom has their own preference. I like to be called Sir. That is what you will call me from this point forward. Is that clear?" Olivia nodded. “Good. Lesson number four, if you don’t do as I say, there will be punishment.”
                  “Punishment?” Her voice was barely audible to her own ears, she was amazed that he heard her.
                  “Don’t worry, we'll take it easy this first time. If I do anything to hurt you, or if I do something you don't like, you call out your safe word, okay?”
                  “Okay.” Nerves wracked her body and she felt nauseous.
                  “Okay, what?” he said in a demanding voice.
                  “Okay, Sir,” Olivia said with wide eyes. Wow. He wasn’t joking about that was he?
                  “Good girl, Olivia.” He rewarded her by bringing her to her feet and giving her a kiss that made her knees weak. “Now, remove your skirt and go lie down on the bed.”
                  Olivia’s hands trembled as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Dean's eyes were like daggers in her back as he watched her walk toward the bed and lay down. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her body thrummed with sexual anticipation.  She licked her lips and waited. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. Granted, she’d had a few one night stands during college, but she hadn’t had one since becoming a responsible adult. Add to that the fact that she was in a dungeon room in the basement of a BDSM club with a Dom who wanted to do God knows what to her? She had seriously lost her mind.
    D ean approached and stood beside the bed, his head cocked to the side, smiling. He put his hand on her ankle and slowly coursed it up the length of her body. Her flesh erupted in goose bumps and she suppressed a shudder. “You have a beautiful body,” he said.
                  "Thank you, Sir."
                  He grinned broadly, clearly pleased with her ability to follow his rules. Dean took her hand and placed it on his crotch. She gently squeezed his erection, impressed with the size, and he groaned. “You’ve made me so hard, Olivia.” His explicit words shocked her – and made her panties wet. Dean stepped away from the bed and stood in front of a wall of toys. “Silk scarves or handcuffs?” he asked.
                  “Silk, please, Sir.”
                  Dean plucked two purple silk scarves from the wall and approached her again. “Spread your legs for me.” Olivia took a deep breath, and then spread her legs as wide as she could, watching with fascination as Dean tied each of her ankles to the bed post. The silk felt nice against her skin. Her panties were becoming increasingly wet and she wished he'd just get on with it already. The waiting was killing her. “Now put your hands above your head, grab the bars, and do not let go.”
                  Olivia inhaled deeply and did as she was told. Dean kneeled between her legs. One by one, he unbuttoned her poor excuse for a shirt until it fell open, exposing her breasts. The combination of the cool air and the feel of his calloused fingers rubbing over her breasts had her nipples hardening. Dean pinched her nipples a little harder, eliciting a startled cry from her. Holy shit! The pain was fleeting, but the pleasure washed over her in one wave after another. She arched into his touch, wanting more of the delicious pleasurable pain he was giving her.
                  “Hmm, you like that, don’t you?”
                  “Yes, Sir.” It surprised her just how much she liked it actually. 
    As soon as she said that, he stopped and lowered his face between her legs. Yes, finally, she thought. He gently blew a breath over her panties, the heat