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Anthony placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I want you to remember to breathe throughout this exercise, Hannah. This will help you to remain calm and focused. Don’t allow yourself to be distracted by whatever is happening around you. I expect you to remain in position, feet flat, eyes straight ahead. Understood?”

“Yes, Master Anthony,” she replied. It was good advice. She would just ignore whatever was going on around her. She was determined to get through this with as much courage and grace as her fictitious heroines, especially with the other Dom present.

She dared a quick glance at Lucia. As if feeling her gaze, Lucia turned her head ever so slightly in Hannah’s direction. “You got this,” she mouthed.

Lord, Hannah hoped so.

Chapter 5

So, this was the novelist whose books had made the rounds among the women at The Enclave. Mason didn’t read much fiction, preferring cookbooks when he read anything at all. Even if he had had time for novels, some treacly, happily-ever-after girly romance wouldnotbe his genre of choice.

He’d been surprised when Anthony informed him of Hannah’s virgin BDSM status. Given her career choice and her presence at The Enclave, he’d naturally assumed she had experience. Normally, he preferred his sub girls to be well-trained. But in her case, he was willing to make an exception.

Something had definitely sparked between them during their brief introduction. He’d enjoyed making her blush as he’d undressed her with his eyes. Her wide-eyed expression of both fear and desire had stoked the sensual sadist in him.

While looks weren’t especially important to Mason, he couldn’t deny that Hannah was very easy on the eyes. She had thick dark brown hair, large silvery-blue eyes and a lush mouth. He’d always liked that contrast of dark hair and light eyes. Her figure was voluptuous, with full breasts and wide hips—a woman’s body rather than a girl’s. He liked a woman with a little meat on her bones.

Ashley had definitely been the exception. Not only had she been far too young for him, but she was as petite as Lucia, with small breasts and no hips to speak of. But holy moly, was that girl a firecracker. She’d kept up with him every step of the way. In the year and change she’d worked in his kitchen and slept in his bed, she’d never once balked, no matter how intense the edge play.

Though she’d been gone for several months now, the thought of her still made his heart twist. It was his own damn fault. He’d been foolishenough to think there was something more between them then there had been. He’d confused her devotion and submission with love.

Annoyed with himself, Mason dismissed his self-indulgent wallowing. He returned his attention to the lovely woman standing naked and bound before him. As before, she blushed as he let his gaze wander lazily over her body. A neat, dark triangle of pubic hair covered her mons like a fig leaf.

Though he probably wouldn’t admit it if pressed, his being near the scene station Anthony had chosen was not happenstance. If Anthony hadn’t invited him to join the scene, he would have stayed anyway to watch. He was curious to see how their guest would handle herself under pressure.

He glanced at his watch to assess how much time he had. Mark had asked him if he’d join him and Jaime, his partner, for a scene later in the evening. Mark had come a long way since joining The Enclave the year before. He’d been something of an emotional wreck when he’d first arrived, still licking his wounds from the death of his rock band partner and the demise of the group.

To his credit, he’d thrown himself into the program, and his training as a Master had gone well. When Jaime had shown up a few months later, Mark had fallen fast and hard, though it had taken him a while to admit it.

Mason glanced over at the pair, who were still engaged in a scene at one of the spanking benches. From the look of things, he figured he had some time before they wanted him to join in. And, given Hannah’s lack of experience, he assumed her first scene would be brief, the need for aftercare minimal.

While Mason would have preferred to be the one to give Hannah her virgin flogging, he made no protest when Anthony said he would assume that role. If things were going well, he might hand off the flogger to Mason.

Not that it was any hardship to scene with Lucia. Barely five feet and probably ninety pounds at best, Lucia was one of the strongest, bravest submissives Mason had ever met. She was also one of the only peoplehe’d had in his kitchens who wasn’t cowed by him as chef. Though always courteous and respectful, Lucia could definitely hold her own.

The men took their places behind the bound women. Gripping a handful of Lucia’s silky hair, Mason yanked her head back and leaned over to murmur, “Are you ready to suffer for me, girl?”

“Yes,please, Sir,” she replied softly.

Letting her go, he took a step back, readying his whipping arm. As he let the lash snap against her flesh with a satisfying crack, he stole a glance at the BDSM virgin. She startled at the crack of his whip, gasping as if she were the one on the receiving end. Her hands clenched into fists above her wrist cuffs. Mason wished he could see her face.

Aware he was neglecting his charge, he returned his focus to Lucia. He snapped the whip several times over her ass and thighs, leaving dark red lines on her coppery skin. Lucia’s head fell back, her face a study in masochistic bliss.

When next Mason stole a glance at the pair beside him, he noted with approval that Hannah’s ample bottom was reddening nicely. She seemed to be handling the flogging well as the leather rained over her flesh. Unlike silent, stoic Lucia, Hannah was panting, the sound decidedly sexual to Mason’s ears. His cock stiffened at both the sight and sound. He had never favored gags for precisely that reason—he liked to hear them scream…

Suddenly eager for a turn, Mason caught Anthony’s eye. He lifted his brows in question as he gestured with his chin toward Hannah.

Anthony agreed with a nod, and they exchanged impact toys as they shifted positions. Mason took his place behind Hannah, his cock stiffening with anticipation as he pulled back his arm.


Hannah had the strangest sensation of both standing there, feeling the slap of the flogger against her skin, and of hovering just above, watching the action. She was beyond proud of herself. Here she was, naked, bound and submitting to an actual flogging at the hands of an accomplished Dom. Not only was she enduring it, she was loving it.

She adored the thuddy sting of the flogger, just as she’d known she would. As Anthony slowly ratcheted the intensity level, the leather began to sting more. She tried to keep her feet flat and not twist away from the leather.

It’s a good pain, she reminded herself. It was the erotic pain she’d always craved. Her entire being thrummed with lust, intertwined with a dark, delicious erotic helplessness. The intensity of her experience was heightened by her nudity and bondage.

After a moment, she realized the flogging had stopped. Was it over already? She certainly hoped not. She was just getting into her groove.

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