chapter 1

The First Session

Cassandra entered the dimly lit room with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. She had arranged this meeting with Chad, a professional Dominant, in secret, determined to explore her deepest fantasies at last. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she saw him sitting in a high-backed chair, his tall, muscular frame outlined against the shadows. He regarded her coolly, appraisingly.

"Good evening, Cassandra," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "You're punctual. I like that."

Cassandra swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable under his piercing gaze. She wore a conservative business suit, but beneath it her heart raced with excitement and nerves.

"I...yes. I didn't want to keep you waiting," she managed.

Chad stood and approached her slowly, like a panther stalking its prey. He circled her, examining her from every angle, taking in the expensive cut of her suit, her carefully coiffed hair and makeup. When he was behind her, his hands suddenly gripped her shoulders, his fingers digging in firmly.

"You look like the very picture of control," he murmured in her ear. "But I know there's a naughty little submissive inside you, desperate to be freed. Am I right?"

Cassandra's knees nearly buckled at his touch, his words. She felt a flood of arousal dampening her panties. "Yes," she breathed. "God, yes..."

Chad spun her around to face him, one hand still gripping her shoulder, the other cupping her chin and tilting her face up to his. "Remember, you're in charge here," he said intensely. "I work for you. You say the word, and we stop. Understood?"

Cassandra nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. Chad's eyes blazed into hers, his face inches from hers.

"Good girl," he purred. "Now...let's get you out of these clothes, shall we?"

His hands moved to her blouse, deftly unbuttoning it to reveal the lacy bra underneath. Cassandra felt a jolt of embarrassment at his intimate touch on her most personal belongings...and an answering surge of desire.

Chad pushed the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. His fingers slid beneath the straps of her bra, pushing them down her arms until that too fell away. He stepped back to admire her breasts, full and pale in the candlelight.

"Gorgeous," he said roughly. "Now the rest."

Cassandra shimmied out of her pencil skirt, unzipped her heels and kicked them off, leaving her standing before him in just her panties. Chad let his gaze travel over every inch of her exposed flesh, making her feel both exposed and deliciously on display.

"Turn around," he commanded. When she obeyed, he traced a finger down her spine to the cleft of her ass, hooking it in her panties and pulling them taut. "Lift your arms."

Cassandra raised her arms high over her head and Chad stripped her panties down her legs. She stood completely naked before him now, hyper-aware of the slight draft on her most sensitive areas, the heat of his body mere inches from hers. She had never felt so vulnerable, so aroused.

Chad reached out and traced a finger along her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts. "So pretty," he murmured. "So eager. But you need to learn your place."

He took her by the arm and guided her towards a padded bench. "Assume the position."

With a trembling hand, Cassandra complied, lying on her stomach on the bench. It left her bottom exposed, raised in the air for his inspection. She felt the first slap on her rear and bit back a moan. The second one stung more, and tears pricked at her eyes.

"Count," Chad ordered sternly. "You take five from me like a good girl, then we'll see about your reward."

The next four smacks came in quick succession, leaving Cassandra gasping and quivering. By the time she reached five, her bottom burned and tingled, and her sex was throbbing with need.

"Well done," Chad praised. He rubbed her tender cheeks soothingly before delivering a few more sharp slaps that made her yelp. "Now let's see if that's put you in your proper mindset."

He stepped away briefly and returned with something cold and slick pressing against her bottom hole. A small anal plug, Cassandra realized as he worked it inside her, stretching her in the most delicious way.

"There we go," Chad said, giving it a wiggle that made Cassandra clench around it reflexively. "That should keep you nicely in line."

He helped her off the bench and guided her to another piece of furniture - a sort of sex chair with straps. He bound her wrists and ankles securely, leaving her spread-eagled and exposed. Then he moved behind her.

Cassandra knew what was coming but still yelped when the first blow struck her well-paddled rear. She gritted her teeth against the sting as Chad began spanking her in earnest. But it was almost a relief after the teasing, to feel the pain translating into pleasure that built with each smack.

By the time Chad finished, Cassandra was sobbing with a heady mix of pain and arousal. Her sex dripped copiously, the juices running down her thighs. She was on fire with need.

"Please," she whimpered, not even sure what she was begging for.

"Shh, I know," Chad soothed. He released her from the chair and gathered her into his arms. "You did so well, baby girl. Now let me take care of you."

He carried her to the bed and laid her down gently on the plush covers. Cassandra watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he stripped off his own clothes, revealing his magnificent physique. She gasped when he joined her on the bed, his thick erection pressing against her thigh.

"Spread your legs for me," he ordered softly.

Cassandra obeyed, opening herself completely to him. Chad settled between her thighs and lowered his head to her glistening sex. The first lick of his tongue against her sensitive flesh made her cry out.

"Oh god, yes..." she moaned as he licked and sucked at her wet folds. His tongue delved inside her, stroking her most intimate places while his fingers found her throbbing clit and strummed it mercilessly.

Cassandra thrashed and bucked against his face, drunk on sensation as he worked her closer and closer to the edge. Just when she thought she would come apart, he pulled back.

"No," she whined pitifully. "Please..."

Chad crawled up her body until they were nose to nose. "You didn't think we were done already, did you?" He nipped at her bottom lip playfully.

Then he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her soaked channel in one powerful thrust. Cassandra screamed at the sudden fullness stretching her so deeply. Chad groaned at the exquisite tightness surrounding him.

He began to move then, slowly at first, letting them both savor every inch of their joining. Cassandra felt so deliciously stuffed with him, impaled on his thick shaft as he pumped steadily in and out of her aching pussy.

Faster and faster he thrust until Cassandra was writhing beneath him, fingernails digging into his shoulders as she climbed higher and higher towards release. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Chad reached between them to circle her clit.

"That's it," he growled in her ear. "Come for me, Cassandra. Now."

The command pushed Cassandra over the edge into oblivion. Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, muscles clamping down on Chad's pistoning cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through her.

Chad followed right behind her with a hoarse shout of completion, pumping his hot seed deep inside her convulsing channel. He collapsed on top of her, still buried to the hilt as they both rode out the aftershocks.

Finally, Chad rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms. They lay tangled together in sated silence for a long moment, sweat cooling on their naked skin.

"That was..." Cassandra began hesitantly.

"Incredible?" Chad finished for her with a grin. "I agree."

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and Cassandra sighed with contentment. This was exactly what she had craved - not just release, but connection.

She only hoped Chad felt it too.