“So you finally showed up. Good. I have a room reserved for our session. I would hate for it to go to waste.”

“What’s going to happen?” Dammit. I hadn’t meant to ask. And I forgot to say “Master Lucas”.

A frown preceded his answer. “Your tendency to control.”

Plastering a bright smile on her face she said, “Of course. Looking forward to it.” She started to walk away toward the corridor where the private rooms were, but then realized she was by herself, and looked back to see where he was.

Luke was standing with his hands on his hips, and shaking his head ruefully at her immediate action, which had been to lead the way. She refused to hang her head in shame and looked around her as she waited for him to precede her. There were several small private rooms that were hired out to patrons of the club for more intense play or private purposes, but only to approved Doms of the club, and even then a “room monitor” walked the corridors checking on events within the rooms. Luke led the way into a room. Different rooms had different furniture in them depending on the play taking place. This one was fairly innocuous. It just had a bed in it. That was worrying—it suddenly hit Ann that Luke might want to do more than just have a BDSM scene with her. He might want full sex.

She came to a full stop just inside the door, averting her head from the bed. Oh God. Could she have sex with him again? Their lovemaking had always been very sweet, if bland, but the Luke of today would only want a “fuck”—there’d be no “love” in it at all.

“Move away from the door so I can close it, and take your clothes off.”

Oh shit! Swallowing nervously she walked the few steps into the room that he wanted, and raised her hands to undo the bra strap. She was wearing what she regarded as her “power top”—a red and black basque, which made her seem dominant, but by taking it off she’d be losing her “armor”. Pulling it over her head she glanced around, unsure where to put it, and placed it on the floor by the door. As she rose she started to peel down her thigh-highs.

“No leave them, and your shoes and panties. It was just your top I wanted off. The rest are fine.”

Okay, what did that suggest he was about to do? Something involving her breasts, she guessed.

Her assumption was correct when he held up some nipple clamps.

Two things happened. Firstly she nearly peed in fear, and secondly she nearly turned tail and ran. Only the superior look on his face stopped either. He clearly expected her to balk. She just stood there trying to calm her nerves.

After a moment, during which she wondered if he was waiting for her to do something like run, he finally said, “Lie on the bed, please.”

She complied, her body tense with nerves.

“Arms over your head.”

Luke then moved around the bed pulling out a handcuff already attached to the frame, and fixing it around her wrist very firmly. She was okay with this. She generally found being restrained fine, although was somewhat concerned by these ones as she couldn’t release them by herself.

“I am deliberately using cuffs you can’t get out of, but don’t struggle as you could hurt your wrists. Remember at any time you can give your safe word to be released.”

Ann frowned, a little confused. “But that means I have to leave, doesn’t it?”

“Exactly, but I want you to know that you have that option at any time. I am not forcing you to do anything.”

“What happens if I really can’t cope, or am hurting, or anything?”

“That’s when you have to trust me to be aware of this, and I will stop instantly. But that’s where your problem lies, doesn’t it, Annabel?”

Every time he called her that he said it almost derogatively. She tightened her lips wondering if he had any “problems”—ones that she could use against him, and vowed to watch out for them. Somehow she couldn’t associate this hard man with the boy she had known.

He finished tying her hands, and she wondered if he would tie her ankles, too, but he didn’t. Instead he sat down on the bed to her right facing her, and reached out a hand to gently caress her breasts in a figure of eight. “You’ve put some weight on. These are bigger than I remember.”

Yes, she did know. She had always been conscious that she was rather small on top, and when they had been dating she had been worried that he would dump her for a better-endowed girl. Not that they were much bigger now, but enough for her not to be so concerned. But she wasn’t the only one who had changed. Ann gazed languidly at him, taking in his muscular shoulders to start with. She smiled. He certainly hadn’t had those shoulders before, and she guessed he now worked out. Glancing at his head she wasn’t sure if she regretted the loss of his lovely thick blond hair, which she had enjoyed running her hands though, or was attracted to the short military cut, which made him rather sexy.

Luke slowed his movements and stopped at her left breast. Holding her gaze, he ran his thumb over her nipple, which puckered instantly. She nearly jerked off the bed and bit her lip to hold back a moan.

“You like that? Hm. I also seem to recall you used to like this.” With that he dipped his head, and ran his tongue around her areola, before flicking it cross the tip causing an intense reaction.

Holy cow. She was going to die before her retraining was finished. A rush of fluid left her pussy. Thankfully she still had panties on. She could feel heat rising up her chest to her face as she began to get aroused. Damn. She was probably all blotchy.

Moving across her body Luke kissed her skin, all the while fingering the nipple he had just been teasing. When his mouth closed over her right nipple sucking it into his mouth, she couldn’t hold her cries back any longer. “Oh dear God. Luuuuuuke. Please.”

“Please what?”

She had no idea what she had been pleading for—Luke to stop, or Luke to continue.