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old-fashioned fuck, but he had
kissed her like he never wanted to let go.
    And that had been that. Nothing else. Not even another fingering of her pulsing
pussy.
    She could cry with frustration
and need.
    But she knew better.
    A good sub did not beg or insist.
She did as she was told. Allowed her Dom to lead her, to please
her, to do as he wished.
    And she found that in spite of
the passing of time and their separation, she still trusted her Dom. She had to
have faith in his decisions and to allow him to do what was right by them both.
She felt some of the tension in her shoulders slip away. It was nice to be
taken care of again. To have a man who made the decisions with her at the
forefront of his mind. Giving him the power to do that was enjoyable, and she
let herself slide into the feeling as she would into a Jacuzzi. The hot bubbles
met her skin and slipped along it, popping up to the surface, each one carrying
away another small particle of her uncertainty.
    She leaned against the counter as
Matt fished around in the giant silver fridge. He brought out a bottle of white
wine, a bowl of strawberries and a squirt can of whipped
cream. She smiled at his wicked expression.
    “Master?”
    “Sub.”
    “What do you have in mind?”
    “How about we whip ourselves up
some strawberries and cream and wash it down with a cool, crisp Pinot Grigio?”
He shook the can to illustrate his meaning.
    “Sounds good to
me.”
    She walked towards him and he
placed everything on the counter.
    “Turn around.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    Megan turned to face the central
island. Matt took hold of her hips and pulled her towards him then bent her
over so that her breasts brushed against the edge of the cool black marble. She
sucked in a breath at the shocking sensation as it brushed her tender nipples. Then
he stuck a foot between her legs and nudged them further apart.
    “What’s your color, sub?”
    “Green.”
    “Good.”
    He rubbed a hand over her
buttocks and upper thighs.
    “And now?”
    “Still green, Master, and I have
been a naughty girl.” Her stomach flipped with excitement. They had played with
food before and whipped cream was one of her favorites. It usually involved her
being whipped into a frenzy , then used as a human bowl.
    She gripped the edge of the
counter.
    “Oh, you have been a naughty
little sub.” Matt’s deep voice resounded through her body, tightening her
nipples into stiff peaks and tickling her pussy. “You’ve spent far too long away
from me.”
    “I have, Master… I’m so naughty.”
    “What should I do to my naughty
little sub?” Matt was checking. She realized that now. He wanted to know if she
was prepared to go ahead. Before they had split, over four years ago, he hadn’t
needed to check so thoroughly because they had been so in tune. But this was
like new again and she respected him making sure. It showed that he cared. In
no way was he abusing his position as Dom.
    “If it pleases you, Master, you
should spank me.” There. She’d said it. Would he do it? Sometimes he had done
it to warm her up, to excite her and himself but sometimes he had led her to
expect it then declined. Either way could be a form of punishment, depending on
her mood.
    Now, right now, she wanted to
feel the heat of his hand upon her bare ass.
    “I think I will spank you. To remind you what you’ve been missing and to punish you for
leaving me for so long.”
    “Please, Master,” she begged.
“Punish me.” She bit her lip.
    The room fell silent.
    She waited. Her pussy clenched
with longing and her skin burned to be touched.
    Then it came.
    The first hard slap ministered to
her right cheek. Hard enough to tingle but not hard enough to really hurt.
    “Oh, Master… more, please, more.”
    He slapped her again, on the left
cheek. Megan steadied herself with her hands and wriggled her bottom.
    Please touch me…
    She sighed when the next slap
caught her pussy from behind. The sting on her lower lips made her throb