Chapter 1

Regina was sitting in the parking garage, staring down at her member card. She didn't know why she kept coming back. It was supposed to be one night of sin. Something she just needed.

Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against the headrest, cursing her best friend Megan for suggesting it all those years ago. She'd been twenty-two, still struggling with the loss of her first love Daniel, and slipping deeper and deeper into a depression she'd seen no way out of. Megan had told her about these kind of clubs after one particular night in which she had almost drunken herself into a coma. Megan had thought it would be good for her to give up all control, to be at the mercy of a man. Regina had called her best friend a fool for even suggesting something as depraved as this, but somehow Megan had piqued her interest, and she had agreed to give it a try. Astoundingly it had been the absolute right thing for her.

She hadn't indulged in it very often, and then another stroke of fate had hit her, and over night she'd been the only relative left who could raise her eight-year-old nephew Dylan. It had been a hard time, these first months after Zelena and her husband died in a car accident. Both Dylan and she needed to adjust to the changes in their lives, but somehow it had worked. She had given up on going to the club all together, thinking that it wasn't appropriate for a single mother to do so. Not to mention that being found out could also damage her career as a teacher.

She still didn't know what had gotten into her that night four months ago. But she had felt restless, and Megan had practically kicked her out of her own apartment, Dylan munching happily on popcorn on the couch, waiting for Megan to come back so that they could start the movie. Regina had turned around a few times on her way to the club, but at the end she did arrive at the parking garage, telling herself it would just be this one night.

And then she saw him. And knew immediately that she wanted him to be her master for the night. One night.

But she couldn't stay away. He was giving her everything she wanted, everything she didn't know she needed, and she came back for a second time, telling herself that this one would be the last. But here she was again, feeling herself getting already wet by only thinking about him.

She curled her fingers around the member card, the edges digging into her skin. "Shit," she mumbled, letting out a harsh breath before pushing the door open. "Damn you, Robin."

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"How are you today?" His voice felt like a caress, the deep timbre already arousing her beyond measure before they'd even begun.

"I'm fine. Thank you."

He was always this polite, a complete gentleman. Until the door closed behind them, and they were alone.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice turning darker and harsher. "Except your panties."

She obeyed immediately, her stomach fluttering with anticipation, her heart hammering in her chest when she heard him open a drawer before he came back into her view again. He circled her slowly, tugging at the scarf in his hands.

"Hands behind your back." He wound the scarf around her wrists, her back arched, her breasts pushing forward. "You're not allowed to come."

His fingers pinched her nipple hard, and she bit her tongue. He plugged and pinched both her nipples until they felt slightly raw and her core was pulsing with need, and then his hand slipped into her panties, two fingers plunging inside of her while his thumb pressed hard against her clit.

She tried not to come. She really did. But she knew what would happen if she came without his permission, and a part of her craved it, needed it desperately, and she cried out as the orgasm rolled over her, her walls gripping his fingers, a mewl slipping out of her mouth when he slipped his fingers out of her.

She locked eyes with him, saw the desire in his eyes as he growled, "You came. I need to punish you now."

He pulled at the bindings around her hands, tugging her towards the bed, yanking her panties down before drawing her on his lap, adjusting her body until she was lying on her stomach over his knees. One of his hands started to caress her ass, making her shiver, and her nipples tightened almost painfully when he told her, "You know the punishment, don't you?"

"Yes." His hand came down hard on her ass, and she gasped. "Yes, master."

"How many?"

"Fifteen," she said, her body going rigid, her breath hitching in her throat as she waited for the first strike.

He didn't disappoint, the slap coming hard and fast, making her hiss. His strikes never fell on the same placee, his hand slipping between her legs in between, fingering her, making her so desperate to come again that she started to writhe atop of him.

"Always so greedy," he hissed, the next slap harder than the ones before. Her shoulders were straining, a dull pain settling in her joints due to the awkward position, and her ass was burning, but she wanted more, her breath quickening even further when he slapped her again. "You love this so much, don't you?" he asked, his finger flicking against her clit before retreating again. "When I make your ass all red and glowing. You love to feel the sting of my hand, don't you?" He slapped her again, and she sighed out a "Yes, master."

The last three slaps came in quick succession, and the pain was still radiating through her body as he helped her up and untied her hands. His gaze flickered over her body as he stood up and shed his clothes slowly, and she licked her lips as her eyes fell on his fully erect cock.

"Eyes up," he commanded, and her eyes snapped back to his, her stomach clenching when he saw that he reached for the nipple clamps.

Grabbing her arm, he pulled her forward, twirling her nipples until they were hard points before he attached the clamps, and tugged at the chain connecting the two clamps, shooting a sharp pain through both her nipples.

Her core was quivering; she needed him to fuck her so bad, but she knew if she would beg him he wouldn't grant her wish. He would tie her to the bed, and tell her to spread her legs so that he could see her wet pussy while he would jerk off, watching her writhe. He had sent her home the last time without fucking her, and she wouldn't take the chance that he would do it again.

"On your knees," he snapped, pointing towards the bed.

She did so immediately, positioning herself so that he would be able to fuck her from behind without having to pull her back. She knew from experience that he expected her to position herself just right for him. The first time she'd been too far in the middle, and he'd fucked her mouth hard – her jaw had still hurt two days later – before he'd finally pushed into her from behind, and fucked her until her knees almost went out under her.

His hands massaged her ass now, spreading her cheeks, a finger slipping over her puckered opening, remaining for a second there, and she stiffened. She didn't name it as one of her hard limits, just told him that she wasn't comfortable with doing it with someone she didn't know well.

He chuckled lightly behind her, tapping his finger a few times against her hole. "Not tonight." He trailed his fingers lower, parting her folds. "But I will give your greedy little hole a plug very soon."

She didn't think she could get even more aroused than she already was, but the image of a plug in her ass while his thick cock was filling her did almost make her climax, and she gritted her teeth, nearly letting out a sigh in relief when she heard the rip of the foil. Her nipples were pounding, her ass was still stinging, and she wanted him so much that her wetness was coating her thighs already.

"Spread your legs wider," he barked from behind, and she did, her whole body trembling by now.

She felt him brush over her entrance, and then his hands closed around her shoulders to hold her steady so that her body wouldn't jerk away from him when he plunged hard into her. She waited and waited, seconds felt like hours, and then his fingers tightened and he slammed into her. She couldn't even take in a breath before he started to hammer into her, his thrusts pushing her to the line between lust and pain that always drove her insane.

"Take the chain into your mouth." She reached for the chain between her breasts and pulled it up to her mouth, a sharp pain slicing through her nipples when the chain tightened. "Just like that. Feel the pain in your nipples while I fuck your greedy cunt."

Before him she couldn't imagine any man could have this kind of stamina, because the power of his thrusts never ceased, and he always fucked her so hard and so long that she came close to using her safe word, because she didn't think she could take anymore. But somehow he always sensed when she was close to breaking, his fingers finding her clit before she really needed to stop him, pinching it hard, making her come in hard spasm while he kept pounding into her, prolonging her climax as long as possible before he came with a loud shout inside of her.

This time was no different, and she came so hard that she blacked out for a few seconds, only coming fully back to consciousness when he removed the clamps carefully from her nipples.

Like always, he helped her clean up afterwards, tending to the scraps and bruises he'd inflicted on her body, making sure she was alright. His tenderness always tugged at her heart, made her feel all mushy inside. Something she hadn't expected when she first went with him. She hadn't expected the kiss either. But the second time she'd been with him, after they'd been fully dressed again and ready to leave, he'd pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Still dominating, but there was something else. Something she didn't want to examine further.

He did kiss her goodbye this time too. His mouth descending on hers, kissing her hungrily, his hands grabbing her ass, and pulling her into his body, showing her that he was already getting aroused again.

"God, Regina. You're driving me crazy."

She did push away then, because she actually wanted him. And not in the 'master and servant' kind of way. No, she wanted him in a normal bed, under normal circumstances. Something that would never happen. Could never happen.

"Thank you for the satisfying night, Robin," she said in a clipped tone.

"See you in four weeks?" She didn't say anything, didn't look at him as she walked to the door. But suddenly he was behind her, pressing her against the wood, his voice rasping into her ear. "Next time you're staying the whole night."

His rock hard erection was pressing into her ass, and she suppressed the urge to tell him she needed him to fuck her again, even though she was completely exhausted, and her whole body felt sore. But she was so tempted to walk back and bend over the chair and pull her skirt up to present him her ass once again. She knew he could never resist fucking her from behind.

God, she needed to get away from him right now before she would do something she would regret afterwards. Pushing back, she reached for the door knob, slipping out without another word. She really didn't want to come back; she didn't want to be that dependent on him giving her what she needed. But she knew no matter how determined she was right now to not come back, she would fold at the end.