“Come stand before me, doll.”

She immediately obeyed. Cruz loosened his tie and took off the cuff links. He rolled up his sleeves to just below his elbows.

“Next time you fear something, you call me. Me first. You belong to me, Jane. You’re my responsibility.” He stood and locked his arm around her waist, lifting her against his body. A gasp exploded from her mouth.

Cruz stalked to his room, tossing her on her stomach, over the bed. The dress she wore gave him a view of her thighs and he immediately gripped them, separating her legs, wide. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“From there we’ll call Zevier. But it will be me you come to before anyone else.” He pulled the dress over her head, revealing a white bra and lace panties, and threw it down to the ground. The roundness of her ass was what his dreams had been made up of these last few days. He opened the drawer from his nightstand and saw her turn in the direction. Light reflected from the blade of his knife as he flicked his wrist and opened it. “Tell me you trust me, Jane.”

Her eyes went from the knife to his face. There was not an ounce of fear. “I trust you. One hundred percent.”

The thin material at her hip gave way under the sharp edge. Cruz cut the other side and pulled them off. “Fuck.” He cut the back of the bra and tossed the knife back in the drawer. His hands gripped both sides of her ass. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He squeezed and heard her breath catch. “You’re going to get your punishment now. I can’t tell you how much your dismissal affected me. I really thought we’d gotten close enough these last few days.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

“Be sure that it doesn’t. Before I start, your safeword is New London. I’m pretty sure you won’t forget that.” He picked her up by the waist and sat on the bed. Jane fit perfectly over his knees. He watched her bra fall to the floor and reached over, rolling her hard nipple between his fingers. “Repeat the safeword so I know you heard it.”

“New London, Sir.”

He smiled. “Good girl.” His hands went back to gripping her ass. The view of her shaved pussy was something he hadn’t expected. But he couldn’t deny that it tested his control. He couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside of his new sub.

Pressure against the bottom of his sac had his eyes looking down. Jane moved her fingers over the material of his pants again and he didn’t wait. The sound of the spanking echoed throughout the room.

“You know better than that, Jane.” He brought his hand down over the same spot and watched her head fly up. “No touching unless I tell you.” Red was already beginning to glow on her ass. Just seeing his mark on her sent a wave of possessiveness through him. Jane was his now. The moment she’d allowed him to lock that bracelet on her wrist, he owned her. It may have been a little soon to make that decision, but he couldn’t deny the connection he felt with her. Now he knew why.

Wetness greeted his fingers as he traced them down her swollen folds. The response of her body to what he was doing was what it was all about. He wanted her to enjoy it. Thrive under his rule.

Cruz slid his finger over her clit and massaged circles into the sensitive area. A moan filled the room while Jane gripped against his calf muscle. After a few minutes she began to squirm, and he loved it. “Whom do you belong to?”

“You, Sir.”

He moved to her opening and traced the tip of his finger, just inside of her entrance. “And who do you come to when you need something?”

“You.” The response purred from Jane’s mouth. He eased his finger inside, feeling her envelop him tightly. Cruz used his other to spank her bottom, again. At her pussy clenching against him, a growl tore from his throat. Dammit, he wanted her more than he’d wanted anything in his life.

“You, what?”

“Sir,” she yelled out. “You, Sir.”

“That’s right.” Slowly, he began to thrust into the wetness. “You’re mine, Jane. More than you know.” Cruz pulled her down a little and spread her legs apart wide. He wanted full view of what he was doing. Jane rested one of her knees on the mattress while the other he supported in the crook of his arm. Faster he thrust, until she was screaming. “You’re so fucking close, Jane. I can feel it. But you’re going to wait. You’re not going to cum until I give you permission.”

“Sir, please.” She moved against him, beginning to squirm.

“No. Rein it in. I’m not giving you permission yet.”

Jane’s nail dug through the pants, into his skin. Cruz closed his eyes, feeding from the pain. From her pleasure. He stilled his fingers and lifted his other hand, bringing it down on her ass.

‘Oh god.” She moaned and breathed out hard. “Sir, I want to cum. Please. I’ll do anything.”

Darkness took over his smile. “Watch out, Janie. Anything covers a vast amount of possibilities.”

She continued to move. “For you,” she turned and looked at him, “I’d do anything, Brandon.”

The use of his birth name from her mouth had his heart all but stopping. No one had called him Brandon since high school. Cruz stared at her flushed face in awe. This was what he’d been waiting for. A sub that not only stirred emotion within him, but one who was willing to embrace who he was. And Jane did that. That, and so much more.

“So be it.” He took off his tie and picked up her hands, binding them behind her back. As he laid her stomach-down on the bed, he walked to the closet and grabbed his riding crop and a blindfold. “I’m about to make you fucking cum so good, baby. You just wait.” Cruz spread her legs wide and picked up the restraints that he had hidden at the bottom corners of the bed.

Jane lifted her head and peered back as he strapped her in. To see her under his complete control was an amazing site. The longing in her eyes drove him forward. It was time to show his Janie what it meant to be his sub, and him, her Dom.