Sugar was right: I was approved before sundown. I even got a match the next morning, but it took me another day to build up the courage to accept.

Noah "Puck" Puckerman was definitely a looker with his dark hair and hazel eyes. He had the ideal LA body: tan and muscular. He was tall, but that wasn't why I felt small standing in front of him. He had a dominating presence that could silence a full room in a second.

I stood still as Puck circled me like a shark. When he stopped in front of me, I held my breath and nervously looked up.

He tugged at the belt of my long trench coat. He nodded, discovering that I was only wearing my underwear. "I see you read all my rules."

"Yes, sir."

Between the rules of the website and the rules Puck put in his profile, I couldn't have read them all. I scanned through a few; enough to know the basic of what he wanted. One of his early rules was that I had to come dressed to play. Another was that I had to answer him using sir.

He took my coat. When he returned, he ordered me to hold out my wrists. Puck buckled a pair of leather cuffs to my wrists and latched me to hooks. "Ready?" he asked, showing off his leather flogger.

I nodded and answered, "Yes, sir." I stood like a Y. I feel shivers as he reached out and straightened my bra strap that slid. I was able to relax feeling the tails of the flogger drag over my body. My pleasure soon ended when I was startled by the first smack. I flinched and bit my lip to hold in my yelp.

Puck stood for a second, drinking in my pain. He resumed flogging. He varied the pace and the intensity to please himself more than me. He did a few swats across my thighs, even less on my lower back, but most were on my ass. When he decided that I had had enough, he unhooked me from behind.

I quickly wiped away my tears, wanting to hide my discomfort. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Puck free his swollen cock from his jeans and cover it with a condom. I continued to hold my head down until Puck pulled me in for a kiss. I began to inch backwards, wanting to get away, but was stopped by the wall.

He lifted my leg and pulled the crotch of my panties to the side. He gave my thigh a firm squeeze before entering me. He pecked at my shoulder as he started to thrust.

It was all too painful to enjoy. Being against the wall irritated my bruised backside. I couldn't loosen up.

I buried my face in his neck. I tried to push through it, but I couldn't. "Stop. Please stop." I weakly pushed Puck away. I tried to unbuckle the cuffs, but couldnt see through my tears. "Take these off," I cried, pulling at the leather. As soon as I was free, I snatched my coat and ran out, thinking that that would have been the last time I crossed paths with Puck.

I was relieved to find Tank at home. I rushed into his arms.

Tank chuckled, thinking I was being silly. "What's wrong?" After a moment of silence, he knew I was serious. He kissed the top of my head and promised, "Everything will be okay. Tell me what happened."

I didn't answer. I just wanted him to hold me, and he did all night.

I stormed up to Sugars desk, ready to tear her a new one. "What the hell was that, Sugar?" I yelled.

She shushed me as she pulled me to sit. "What's wrong? " She saw that I was going to explode on her. "You didn't like Puck?"

"Hell no!"

She shushed me again. "I know you're mad, but if anyone hears about this, than I could lose my job. Your happiness is a priority."

"Well I'm not happy, Sugar!" I argued, not caring if her coworkers heard.

"Okay," she nodded. "I will admit that I made a bad match. Puck might not have been the one for you, but there's so much more on our site. There's a lot for you to explore. You still have a few day of your trial… Give me a second chance."

I held my breath. Like a madwoman, I agreed. "Okay."

Tank though shopping with Tina would cheer me up from what happened the day before. He left his credit card and reminded me of his award show weeks away.

Tina balanced her bags in her hands. "Tank told me about yesterday. We thought that you were doing so well days before. What happened?" she looked up at me for honesty.

"Um, I was a little overwhelmed," I vaguely answered. "Everyone has bad days."

"Tank and I think you should see the doctor."

"Dr. Chang? He's the worst. No, I'm not going." I declared.

Dr. Chang was recommended to backup Tina after she had diagnosed me with depression. A therapist is supposed to listen and help you realize that you're emotionally scarred by someone from your past: your parents, your first love, the creepy mailman with the eye patch. Dr. Chang was always talking. He felt that everything wrong in your life was because of you… Exactly what a self doubting young woman wants to hear.

"Dr. Chang helped you before," Tina explained. "Just tell me you'll think about it."

I agreed to make her drop the subject. Before I could say anything else, I was pushed to the side by a random girl rushing by. I eyed her as she joined a crowd. "Channing Tatum better be in the center of that circle," I growled, beginning to pick up my bags and the clothes that fell out.

A blonde knelt to help me and Tina. He smiled and tried to get me to notice him, but I was too busy to pay him any mind at that moment. "Models come here all the time for attention," the man explained. He brushed my hand as he passed my bags.

Standing, I looked up and met his green eyes. I was spellbound and struggling to look away. I finally did, only to get caught by his heavenly smile. I thanked him and silently watched the way his wide lips formed a response. I led Tina away. I was debating with her over where we should have lunch, when I heard my phone ring in my bag.

Sugar had paired me with a new dominant, but I had to accept and meet him as soon as possible.

"Tina," I called, causing her to stop. "Sorry, Tina, I'll take a rain check. Something just came up, and I have to handle it." I rushed off before she could ask any questions that I didn't have an answer to.

"Are you ready? Do you remember our safeword?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I nodded. I pulled at the bindings around my wrists; they were tight, but not uncomfortable. My legs were spread wide on the soft bed sheets. I didn't know what was behind my blindfold. I felt a mixture of arousal and dread. I felt a cool cube breeze over my lip. I licked at my bottom lip to catch the liquid left behind.

It was water.

He rested the ice cube at the top of my chest and watched my skin prickle with goosebumps. He slid the ice down the column between my breasts. From my cleavage, he moved to my right breast, slowly swirled it around my dark nipple. He circled the tip for several seconds before gliding the cube to my left breast and pleasuring that nipple the same way.

I took in a sharp breath and held it as the mystery man wandered down to my stomach. I whimpered with desire as he hesitated against my waist. I was sure of where he was going… but I was wrong.

He dragged the melting cube along my thighs, forming wet figure-eight. When the ice was gone, he positioned himself over me. He used the water trail to kiss his way back up my body. He traced the valleys of my chest with the tip of his tongue. Slowly, he started running his tongue across my nipple, drawing circles around it, but never fully touching it. When he finally took my nipple in his mouth, he began sucking at it. His gentle hand caressed the delicate flesh between her legs, opening the lips to rub my clit. Every swipe of his finger matched the direction of his tongue.

I purred with delight for every minute. My high ended when my dominant crawled away. I felt a heavy loneliness until he returned.

He knelt between my thighs, rubbed the head of his latex covered cock between my lips until it rested against my entrance. He asked if I was ready to go any further, and I gave him a strong yes. Finally, he pushes his cock in slow and deep.

A sigh escapes me as he carefully moved in and out of my pussy. I milked every inch of his cock. I wrapped my fingers around the rope at her wrist for comfort. The only sounds I could hear was my own sounds of satisfaction and the soft slaps of our skin. All the pleasure I felt from the stranger almost seemed criminal. I feel a warmth surged through my entire body causing me to throw my head back and arch my back up off the bed. I bit my bottom lip, feeling the man continue to thrust as I was orgasming.

Moments passed before the man stopped . He pulled out and rested beside me. His breath was heavy. When he reached up to untie my hands, he moved so quickly, it was like he did it with a single pull.

I slowly lifted my blindfold and turned to see the person beside me. I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "hi."

He turned and gave me a crooked smile. "Hi," he responded with a chuckle.

We introduced ourselves with a handshake. Finn and I spent hours making small talk. We disused our careers, our family, our favorite music. Our time ended, and I returned to Tank, and Finn went home to his wife.