Sierra Cartwright

Book Three: Over The Line

Michael was suddenly glad he’d ignored Gregorio’s advice. The thought of dragging a helpless Sydney towards him was a thrill. If she were barefoot and naked, it would be all the better. “And actual sexual penetration?”

“Like I said, I have condoms. In assorted sizes. I have nothing communicable, I’m on the pill. Anything else you need to know?”

“That will cover it,” he said wryly. “Likewise, I have a clean bill of health, but I also believe in covering all the bases. We’ll use condoms.”

When he said nothing else, she gave a little flip of her hair and turned away, heading towards the house.

“Where are you going, Sydney?”

She stopped and looked over her shoulder. With a puzzled frown, she said, “Inside.” She moistened her lips quickly then added, “I thought that was what you wanted.”

“Did I say so?”

“No.” She returned to stand in front of him. “I apologize.”

“I’m going to spank you over there.” He nodded towards a short metal fence in the distance. It bordered the grassy area beyond the horseshoe pits, far enough that they’d have some privacy. Still, since it was lit by a number of solar lights and torches, anyone who wanted to watch could.

She glanced around, and he waited patiently.

At least a dozen people were outside, a small group gathered on one side of the fire pit. Some stood around high tables. Elsewhere, a woman sat on a porch swing while her male sub licked her boot.

Another evening at the Den. “I think you need reminding that I prefer to be addressed as Master Michael and Sir. When we play together, Sydney, I make the rules. I will be sure you understand them and agree with them, but once that happens, they will be enforced. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Do you agree to address me the way I prefer?”

She nodded.

“Please pull your dress up to your waist.”

She couldn’t have taken more time. He didn’t complain, though. Watching her was its own reward. She was softness and sensuality all wrapped within a woman who was temporarily his.

“Ah,” he said when she was exposed. “Such a pretty little pussy. I like that it’s shaved.” He looked at her expectantly.

“Thank you, Sir.”