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  As she drove home, her mind was still racing and she was feeling good about her experience, especially the effects that her teacher had on her. When she pulled into the driveway of the château, she noticed a car following her through the gate and down the drive. It was her instructor, Steve.

  He jumped out and said in a somewhat scolding manner, “Miss Shelby! You forgot your golf clubs!” Then he laughed as she blushed at the idea. She was so rattle-headed that she’d left her purchase behind and never noticed him trailing her. He took the clubs out of his Jeep and carried them down to her.

  “Thanks so much, Steve. Would you like to come in for a margarita? It was mighty hot out there.”

  “Yes, sounds good, since I’m done for the day.” He smiled as he set the clubs down and followed her into the house. She mixed up two margaritas and led him out onto the deck. He pulled her chair out for her and as she turned, he surprised her with a kiss on the lips. She clung to him, embracing him and tracing his tongue with hers. He kissed her neck and down to her breasts. He licked the salty sweat from her body, loving every bit of her. They quickly abandoned their drinks with a quick sip and headed back into the house together. She led him into the family room, where he spun her around and kissed her neck again, cupping her breasts in his hands.

  He looked into her eyes and said, “I’m going to fuck you soon, but we need to agree on something first. I am in control of you at all times when we’re together, here, as well as on the golf course. You are mine to do with as I please. I will call you tonight and see how well you can follow my commands.”

  London was shocked. She never had someone say something like that to her but she felt a strong desire for him and simply wrote it off as role-playing, like she did with Deacon.

  That night she received a phone call from Steve. “Hi, we are going to have phone sex and I want you to follow my instructions.” London felt uncomfortable being told what to do, yet there was something about his voice that caused her to respond with a “Yes.”

  “What are you wearing?” he asked.

  “Just a lounge outfit.”

  “Damn it, describe it to me,” he said in a gruff voice that startled her.

  “Black satin shorts and a short black-and-pink robe over a black lace bra,” she said.

  “That’s my girl,” he responded. “Now, take off your robe and bra and I want you to find some lotion and put that on your breasts. Rub them slow and all around, feeling the fullness of them. Pretend it is my fingers massaging them.” She went and got some lotion and put it on her breasts, rubbing them slowly and feeling so turned on she thought she was talking with Deacon for a minute. “I am rubbing them,” she said as she listened to him. “I am stroking my hardness, thinking of you this afternoon and how hot you were and how much I will enjoy fucking you.” She smiled as she felt her hands slowly drift down to her tummy. She wiped the lotion off on a towel and made sure her hands were clean before she touched herself. “What are you doing now?” he asked.

  “I just wiped my hands on a towel,” she replied.

  “Did I tell you to do that?” he voiced sternly.

  “No.”

  “You don’t do anything unless I tell you to, understand.” She felt like a little girl who had been bad and she didn’t like that feeling.

  “Come here,” he said as he pretended to be with her. “I am touching your head as you lay it on my chest, and kissing you. You’re okay, don’t be upset, you will get used to being my sex slave soon.”

  She felt her tummy churn at that comment and thought about what she could have done that made him think she would enjoy this role. Then she remembered how she acted around him and how fast she had adapted to his suggestions. She really didn’t use any restraint at all. She would have to stop this before it got out of hand. “London?” his voice brought her back to this reality. “Yes,” she replied hesitantly.

  “I want you to take your fingers and go down farther, to your wetness, and rub yourself.” She did.

  “Now I want you to take your finger and fuck yourself, listening to my voice and the speed I am using.”

  “I have a toy; may I use that?” she asked.

  “Yes, but only when I tell you to, not any other time.” She reached in her nightstand and took out her toy. “I have it, may I use it now?” she asked again.

  “Yes.” She placed it on her button and let it vibrate there for a minute and then inserted it deep into her. “Ohhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned as she let the vibration take her into the darkness of sex. She took it in and out of her body, feeling the sensation of the toy plus the voice that dictated her every move. “Do you feel me? Tell me how good it feels.” She told him how wonderful it was and that she was coming. “Good, darling. Come for me,” he said over the phone. “Come for Steve.” She started breathing faster and faster, her body moving around the bed, her hips gyrating back and forth as she felt the impending climax. “I am coming,” she yelled into the receiver. “Good,” he said. “Come, baby.” She moaned and felt the juice flow out of her as she quieted down. “You did good. I will see you tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. for your first golf lesson. Sleep well, baby.” The hum of the phone brought her back to reality. She rolled over and fell asleep, her toy in her hands.

  The alarm ringing woke her up. She stretched a little and felt something hard under her. It was her toy. She smiled, remembering the phone call last night. She got up, went to the bathroom, and washed her toy, then plugged it in to recharge it. She took a fast shower, dressed in a white bra and panties with a short white skirt and shirt with a sweater, grabbed some yogurt and coffee, and off to golf school she went.

  The wind in her hair felt good as it brought some sense to her. This thing with her golf teacher had to stop. She didn’t want any more of the phone calls or the control. She had been independent and wanted to stay that way. Nobody was going to tell her what to do. Even though it was sort of a turn-on, she thought she had better put a stop to it early. She pulled into the parking lot of the country club and got out with her clubs and loaded them into the golf cart. She drove to his school area. Area one was for new clients. London was supposed to go to area two. She saw him with another woman in area one, his hands around her waist and his lips on her neck. London stayed behind the wall, watching him make his move on this new conquest. She drove to area two and got out, doing some practice swings. Soon she felt his hands around her waist as he moved his body behind her suggestively. She smiled to herself as she said, “Good morning, Steve.”

  “Good morning, London, how was your night?”

  “Interesting,” she replied as she continued doing practice swings. He kept watching her as she tried to avoid his eyes. In doing so, she walked toward her golf bag and tripped over its handle. “London!” Steve yelled as she landed on her knee. “Ouch,” she cried. He helped her up and took her over to a chair for her to sit down. She had a nasty scratch and grass burn on her knee. “Let me take you to my locker and clean this up,” he said as she hopped on one foot to his room. When she entered the room she sat down as he opened his locker, and she saw six pictures of girls. He went into the washroom to get a damp cloth and she hopped over to the locker to read the inscriptions on the pictures. Steve, thanks for the whole in one. Betty. Another one read, Steve, you’re the best, oh yeah your golfing instructions are great also. Susie. London hopped back to her seat, just as he came through the door with some Betadine and a Band-Aid. He washed her knee and kissed it and then put some medicine on it with the Band-Aid. She smiled and said, “I think I will go home. I am feeling a little queasy right now.”

  “Okay, I will call you tonight to see how you’re feeling.”

  She got in the car, drove to the front of the building, and talked with the receptionist about quitting the classes. She told her that she just got a job and she would not be able to attend the golf school. “Perhaps next summer.” She limped out of the lobby, got in her car, and drove home. She had only been home a few minutes when the phone rang. It was S
teve.

  “Hey, what’s with the quitting the golf lessons? I know you do not have a job.”

  “I know, but Steve, this is not going to work out between us. I can’t do this and I need you to understand. I thought I could but being controlled by you or anybody is not for me. I am free and want to stay that way, do you understand?”

  “Sure, baby, I understand. It was fun, see you around.” He hung up and she looked at the receiver.

  A few minutes later she heard a knock at her door. It was Steve. She limped to the door and opened it. He took her by the wrists and pulled her over to the love seat, where he bent her over his knee. He twisted her hair with one hand, pulling tightly to hold her in place, while he traced his other hand slowly up her thigh and under her tiny white skirt. He choked on his own breath when he felt her slightly wet panties underneath. She had mixed feelings of fear, but not enough to stop him.

  “You are a naughty girl, aren’t you? You do need to be punished! You tried to quit my golf class and that’s being bad.” He flipped her skirt up and spanked her hard with one swift smack. She gasped at the sting!

  “That’s for not listening to me.” She had to laugh a little.

  He hit her again, this time harder, and she winced and moaned.

  “Stand up!” he ordered her.

  She felt funny and even a bit scared, but she did as she was told. This role-playing was a new kind of excitement for her.

  “Now, take off your clothes, slowly!” he said in a stern voice.

  She eased off her top, then her bra, letting them fall to the floor. She slid her skirt and panties down, letting them drop. She stood naked and feeling very vulnerable before him as he rubbed his hands up and down his zipper.

  “Kneel,” he said. And she did.

  “See this?” he pointed to his hardness behind the closed fly.

  “Yes,” she replied in an innocent voice. She licked her lips in anticipation, surprised to find her mouth salivating to taste him.

  “Take it out and suck on it!” he commanded.

  She crawled over to him, opened his belt, and undid his zipper, staring up into his dark gaze that seemed to hold her with such presence and power. Feeling his hardness inside, she reached down into his shorts and stroked his maleness. His erection flew up in total freedom, and what a fabulous specimen he was.

  “Suck on it!” he yelled.

  She slid her wet lips over his throbbing head as it disappeared with force deep into her mouth. He moaned as she sucked it, in and out, his hands yanking her hair, pulling her head toward him hard, forcing her to comply with the rhythm he demanded. She felt torn and confused by her strong desire to please him, in spite of his offensive behavior. He was so big she almost choked, but she loved the sensation and the feelings that were building up inside of her . . . burning wetness, longing to feel him as she strained and fought to breathe. Finally, he backed away, dropping out of her mouth as she gasped for a deep breath of fresh air.

  “That’s enough! I’m going to fuck the hell out of you now!” he growled as he pulled her up and pushed her over the chair. She waited there as he put on protection, awkwardly bent over and panting. She was feeling a bit degraded, but thrilled and anxious to be so furiously fucked by him at the same time. She squealed as he smacked her ass again, then slid deep inside. She moaned as his manhood filled her emptiness, which ached for him. He slowly pumped into her, then went harder and deeper, raging with fury, her body reacting to each and every invasion with a rush of pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building as he reached around and rubbed her sex hard. He pounded and thrusted until they finally exploded together. Breathless once again, her body quivered.

  He withdrew, pulled her up, and spun her around, seizing her tightly.

  “That was amazing, baby.”

  She felt somewhat humiliated and totally exhausted.

  “You now belong to me.”

  She felt good about the way he made her feel sexually, but she liked her freedom. For a split second, she felt torn between desire and freedom.

  “Wait, what do you mean, I belong to you?”

  “My dear, you are now mine.”

  “Oh no, I’m not! I don’t belong to anybody. I told you on the phone.”

  He looked like she had slapped him. “Excuse me?” He looked threateningly into her eyes.

  “I do not belong to anyone! Not now, not ever!” she announced.

  “But baby, you just let me have you. You let me fuck you! Doesn’t that mean anything to you? You really mean we are done?”

  “Yes, it meant we had a moment of passion and that’s it! If you want control, I suggest you control yourself and kindly remove yourself from my home!” she replied in exasperation, still confused by these twisted feelings she had for him.

  He shook his head back and forth, eyeing her while he threw his clothes back on. On the way out the door, he looked back at her. “Does this also mean you’re really not taking golf lessons with me anymore?” She felt a surge of confidence fill her as she replied, “You got it, pal! I’m all done, golf lessons and all.” She shoved him out the door and yelled after him, “Grab those damn clubs too. I’m returning everything right now! It’s over!” Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would jump out of her chest.

  He left in a hurry, loading the clubs back into his car while mumbling to himself, “She’s crazy!”

  She pressed the button to open the gates and laughed to herself as she watched him speed off. Looks like I taught the instructor a lesson or two! She realized that as a result of her afternoon adventures she’d worked up quite an appetite. She decided to have something delectable delivered this evening as she didn’t feel much like going out. Her thoughts drifted back to the last delivery boy who had brought her dinner and she bit her bottom lip, grinning.

  Chapter 4

  HOT DEVIL’S FOOD CAKE

  London sipped on her dark Brazilian coffee sweetened with a splash of French vanilla creme, lounging on the deck all bundled in her robe, enjoying the morning sun. The leaves rustled and she watched a few fall from the trees, gracefully drifting to the ground. The cool breeze smelled of autumn already and she reflected on how quickly this summer had slipped away. She was glad that she’d decided to take a couple days off. She had been inundated for months, working long hours assisting the attorneys with a landmark case. When she could grab just a little time for herself here and there, she had taken long walks through her favorite park, did some swimming, and had conversations with Deacon at least weekly, but he was swamped at work too. Now that the relentless litigation at her firm was finally over, and the verdict was a huge win for the firm, she could breathe a sigh of relief. She was determined to spend some extra time focusing on herself again before the dreaded winter months arrived, and with them, more grueling hours at the office occupying most of her time.

  She had attempted to call Deacon to video chat this morning, but he was unavailable, again. She had so enjoyed their webcam encounters, and even his rather unusual demands like touching her button or taking her toy and sliding it deep inside her while using another toy to massage her. Their remote fantasy world had become the highlight of her weeks. But during the past month, he had now missed two out of three of their online “dates” and she was becoming concerned about the distance between them withering away at their connection. The last time they’d spoken, she sensed a coolness about him that left her feeling confused.

  She shook off her uneasy thoughts of her lover and went inside to warm up with a hot shower. She decided to dress somewhat casually for once in blue jeans, a sexy, low-cut lacy white top with a ruffled black cardigan sweater, silky scarf, and black boots. She swept some of her long dark locks back with a hair clip, allowing just a few unruly wisps to escape and curl back down around her face, accenting her dangly diamond earrings. Feeling frisky, she tried to reach Deacon one more time. No answer.

  She took the long stroll across the estate to check the mail. Among the junk mail was a lett
er from her doctor reminding her to schedule her mammogram. This time of year always made her feel helpless and emotional as she thought back to losing her grandmother. Grams had procrastinated about her mammogram for a few years and she paid the ultimate price for her indiscretion. When the doctor discovered that she had breast cancer, it was too late and there was nothing they could do to save her. Grams was gone just six months later. London felt a chill and her heart ached all over again with the devastation of knowing that Grams might have been around for at least a few more years had they caught it earlier.

  She swept away the tears streaming down her cheeks and marched back into the house. She immediately picked up the phone and called to schedule her appointment. To her surprise, the receptionist said they had just received a cancellation for that afternoon, so they could get her right in at 1:00 p.m. She grabbed a whipped chocolate yogurt for a quick snack and headed out.

  She decided not to put the convertible top down today. She drove solemnly to the appointment, feeling vulnerable as she listened to sad love songs and pondered her own mortality. The traffic was very light so she arrived at the hospital more than half an hour early. She sat in the car, reading emails on her phone and filing her fingernails to pass the time. She felt eyes upon her and looked out the window to see a handsome young man nearby, pacing beside his car, talking on his cell phone and eyeing her with a predatory stare. She pretended not to see him as she looked down and continued sanding away at her nails, but she could feel his eyes penetrating her. He seemed so familiar that she had to look again. As she turned her head back up to take another peek, she was startled to find him right outside of her window. She jumped, then blushed as she rolled down the window a little.

  “Hi, can I help you with something?” she said in an anxious tone.

  “I never thought I would see you again.” He gasped, stumbling over his words.

  “And who are you?” London asked.

  “Hi, I’m Rick. I’ve seen you before, at the Fisherman’s Cove on the Fourth of July. I wanted to meet you then, but you were with someone.”