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Chapter 18

Adam took her to a suite at the Sheraton he’d booked earlier. Amanda couldn’t contain her excitement at spending the night with him again. They finished the whole bottle of sauvignon blanc at Le Bernardin, she felt light-headed.

“Are you all right, Iris? Too much wine?”

“I’m fine, just tipsy, I guess.” She smiled.

Adam turned the lights out in the room except for the bed lamp, and turned up the music that played soft instrumentals. He walked toward the large window and drew the curtains wide.

“Come over here, Iris.” He said as he looked out at the breathtaking view of Midtown Manhattan at night.

She walked over and stood beside him, her hip brushed on his.

“Do you see that low-rise building near the park?”

“Yes, what about it?”

“That’s where Alex’s apartment is… do you know which one?”

“Really? I haven’t been to his apartment.”

“It’s the one on the third floor. The lights are on, see?”


He slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall down to her hips and revealed her breasts, like he wanted to show her off.

“I want you to imagine Alex. He’s looking out his window right now and watches while I strip you naked, and play with you.”

His stubbled cheek grazed her neck while he fondled her. She gasped but did not speak, like a good submissive. She imagined Alex watching her as she heated up, the way he gazed at her at the Black Room. It inflamed her.

“You’re the best playmate anyone could ever have, Alex is lucky to have you. But I know him, he’s not selfish like other dominants who want their subs all to themselves. He didn’t even make you wear a collar.”

He sucked on her nipples and pulled down her dress. “I’ll leave those tongs on you for a while. You look great in it, Iris.” Adam continued sucking and fondling her by the window, like he wanted the whole of Manhattan to see her like that.

It thrilled her. The thought of people watching her writhing with pleasure excited her. The thought of Alex seeing her… made her long for him more.

Then Adam pushed her down by her shoulders. “On your knees, and suck me.”

She opened her mouth and sucked his robust manhood that reached her throat, determined to please.

“Clasp your hands behind you.” He ordered, then held her head and pushed deeper into her mouth.

Amanda took care not to choke, as she took him in. She felt the nectar between her legs seep through her tongs, and started dripping on her thighs.

“Get up.” He said, and slid his hand between her legs. “Why are you wet, Iris? Did you get yourself wet thinking of Alex?”

“No… yes, a little bit… but…” she stammered.

Adam went to get something from the desk drawer. “Place your hands on the glass pane and spread your legs apart. You need this.” He showed the riding crop and slapped his palm with it.

“I’m sorry, sir… I thought you said I should imagine Alex looking at me… and it…” she thought she’d better shut up. She dreaded the crop.

The first three whacks went like a horizontal figure eight on her ass. It stung, but she kept her position on the window and jutted it out for him.

“When you are with me, I don’t want you to think of Alex. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” She winced at a couple of stronger strikes that landed.

“I will give you twenty more for your punishment. Count out loud.” He whipped her again.

“One …” she counted every strike that landed on her ass, and sobbed when it reached twenty.

Adam caressed her. “Don’t cry, pet. Punishment is good for you… it’s discipline, so you’ll learn how to conduct yourself around me.”

“Thank you, sir. You can whip me if it pleases you.” She forced a smile, but her sobs continued.

“Good, I like your ass when it’s well-whipped, like when you came to me at the cruise…” He chuckled. “The welts all over your ass turned me on, Iris.”

“I— I’m glad you were pleased, sir.” Adam’s fetish for whipped asses scared her. She hated being whipped, it made it difficult for her to sit for days.

“Let’s move to the bed, shall we?” Adam took her hand and led her to the bed. “When we meet again, I’d like you to wear a tong like that again, okay?”

“I’ll keep that in mind, sir.” She said as she sat on the bed. Adam smiled as he stood and stared at her, she didn’t meet his eyes but looked down. “What do you want me to do, sir?”

“You’re really getting good at this, Iris, I like you this way.” He slid his hand under the pillow and took out a plug. “Position yourself so I can plug you up.”

She turned and positioned herself on all fours with her head and shoulders against the bed, it lifted her ass up for him.

“Very good,” He picked the bottle of lube from the bedside table and squeezed a good amount on her. “Spread your legs wider.”

She moved her knees wider apart and immediately felt the plug stabbed into her in one shove. She gasped at the exceeding pain. Alex did a better job with it before, he even made the pain pleasurable for her.

“Now, Iris, I want you to go back to the window and dance for me… put this on.” He handed her the vibrator-sucker.

She took it and put them on, then strode to the window and danced as Adam played with the remote button. She moaned and gasped and danced with intense arousal, but wondered why she felt strange around him. He wasn’t like that the last time they were together.

Her legs ached from dancing on her stiletto heels, while Adam just watched her and drank from the bed. Her knees wobbled when Adam increased the vibrator’s speed and didn’t stop.

“Are you tired?”

“Yes, sir, but I could go on if it pleases you …”

“Does it please you, Iris? A dom-sub relationship should be mutually pleasurable… a dominant takes pleasure in controlling and inflicting pain… and a submissive takes pleasure in receiving it. Without that balance, it is doomed to fail. Remember, our goal is to achieve pleasure.”

She didn’t answer and kept her eyes down.

“Are you getting pleasure out of this, Iris?”

“My legs hurt, sir.”

“Go back to bed in plugging position”

Her legs wobbled as she walked to the bed and assumed the position.

She gasped when he pulled out the plug. “I really love staring at your ass, Iris, especially when it’s freshly plugged and whipped.”

He entered hard, she screamed in pain until she felt too weak to make a sound.

“When you see Alex, show him your ass. He’ll love it. But never tell him about me, do you understand?”

She nodded, and quickly got off the bed and picked her dress up from the floor by the window. Even the dumbest girl in the world would know if someone wanted her out of his life. She felt Adam’s blunt way of driving her away.

“You were awesome, Iris. Thank you.”

“Thank you, sir. May I go home now?” she said as she put her dress back on.

“You can go if you want, but I’d love for you to stay.”

“I’m not feeling very well, I’m sorry.”

“So when can we see each other again?”

She held her breath and looked at her hands. “I don’t want to see you again, Adam, this should be our last night together…”

Adam stood up from the bed and walked towards her. He brushed a clump of curls from her face and held her chin up.

She gazed at his eyes— they looked sad behind the smile.

“Alex must never know this, promise me. May I have one last kiss before you go?”

She didn’t answer but offered up her lips and closed her eyes.

The kiss took her back to the first time she’d met him at dinner on game night. It was slow, tender, and passionate.

Amanda walked out of the room without looking back.

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