Emerald Dungeon by Kathy Kulig

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    her, brought her to the bed and cradled her in his arms. As much as his body wanted
    more of her, to make love, he’d wait. Control and trust made a brittle foundation in a new D/s relationship, especially when the sub was inexperienced. Best not to
    overwhelm his sweet slave. Besides, he’d promised her a safe place to stay the night.
    * * * * *
    The next morning, Dana woke to the smell of bacon simmering in a frying pan and
    brewing coffee. Stretching under the warmth of the covers, she gazed over at Jack as he prepared breakfast. Jeans hung low on his hips and he was shirtless and barefooted. His hair looked as if he tried to smooth it down with his fingers, sections were still mussed from sleep. God, he looked hot. She was still horny from last night, especially since she’d gotten no release. But she did say she was curious about the D/s lifestyle so she had to go along.
    The chair she’d been tethered to stood in front of the cold fireplace. Memories of
    their bizarre night seemed like a dream now except for her tender bottom. The thought sent a rush of warmth straight to her pussy and her clit throbbed. Yes, pain did give her pleasure. The whole experience was strangely exciting but also unsettling. She didn’t know how she felt about the need to be dominated. Was this something she could do in
    a relationship all the time? Or was she trying something new, just to say she did it? Like parachuting. A thrill-seeking thing. Once she’d done it a few times, she could say she’d had the experience but it wasn’t something she’d care to do regularly.
    This type of lifestyle required trust. But how could she trust Jack if she didn’t know if she could trust herself? She’d taken a break from her well-paying job to be a musician in Europe. A responsible thirty-something didn’t do that. That was what her parents
    told her anyway. “Morning,” she called out to Jack. “Smells wonderful.”
    He turned around. “Morning. Sleep well?”
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    She got up, not shy about being naked, and enjoyed the up-and-down look he gave
    her. “Slept good, considering.” She smiled as she rubbed her bottom with her hand.
    “Sore?”
    “A little, but in a good way.” She found his discarded sweatshirt and pants and
    slipped them back on.
    “You seemed to enjoy it. Did you feel I pushed too far?” He speared the browned
    bacon strips in the pan and drained them onto a paper towel, then poured off the grease into a can.
    “No, I was fine. I’m ready for the next lesson.”
    He stirred beaten eggs into the hot pan with a spatula. “Good.” His voice became
    husky. “After the show tonight meet me in the dungeon.”
    Her stomach clenched. “Where I saw Damon and Shannon?”
    “Yes. Wait for me there immediately after the show. And I want to find you
    completely naked when I arrive. Understand?”
    “Yes, Master.” After they finished eating, Dana helped clean up and straighten the
    bed.
    “Your clothes are still wet and they still smell like the bog,” Jack said. “I’ll take a run up to the office and get another key for your cottage. You can wait here.”
    Dana looked down at Jack’s clothes. “Thanks. It would be a little obvious walking
    around in your sweats.”
    “Be right back.” He pulled her into his arms, gave her a kiss, then released her.
    “Looking forward to tonight.”
    “Me too.”
    When the door closed, Dana folded up a throw blanket and placed it on the end of
    the bed. She picked up the flogger, wrist straps and ropes and opened the closet to put them away.
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    Inside the closet was a long, black robe. Like the one she saw the other entertainers wearing last night. She gasped and stepped away from the closet and shoved the door
    closed.
    Jack was part of this secret group too. What was this all about? What would’ve
    happened if she hadn’t fallen into the bog? What if she’d caught up to them and
    stumbled into whatever they were doing?
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