He smacked her left butt cheek. For some reason this one didn't hurt as bad as the others. Was he backing off? "Four," she said. "I mean four, Sir."

He slid a finger inside her vagina. When it was wet, he pulled it out and probed at her rear entrance. She swayed from side to side, her hips undulating. She'd never had so many conflicting emotions and sensations at the same time.

He stretched her anus a little before removing his finger and delivering the fifth and final spank to her left buttock, on top of the previous one.

"Five, Sir." She exhaled a shaky breath.

"Do you want to come, little sub?"

Shockingly she did. "Please."

She heard him move, then he spread her buttocks. He tongued her from front to back only a few times before she curled her toes and begged for an orgasm.

"You may come," he said. He sucked her clit hard.

Instantly she lost control. She came on a scream.

The moment he left her, she collapsed and rolled onto her side, shattered, spent. "That was hot," she said.

"Glad you didn't stop?"

She looked at him. His cock stuck out, full and ready, despite the fact she'd sucked him off not long ago. Even though she'd just come as well, she wanted his cock inside her. "You'd have made me take them anyway, eventually."

"I would have, aye. And what do you say now?"

A bit shyly she expressed her gratitude. "Thank you."

He opened a drawer and pulled out a towel. He wiped his hand. Then he pulled out a condom and unwrapped it.

He sheathed himself while she watched. For some reason she found watching a man don a condom an incredibly sexy thing. His motions were confident and quick. And she was all but salivating as she watched him handle his cock.

This experience with him astounded her.

After so many men being scared off by her, after Donal telling her that her tastes were odd, that no self-respecting woman would want to do those things, or have those things done to her, being with the Quinn was refreshing. He didn't find her extreme-in fact, he found her tame. In just the short time they'd been together, he'd pushed her boundaries, from watching her masturbate to probing her anally. He hadn't called her boring, but close.

He grabbed lube from a nightstand and placed the bottle on the bed near her.

"I want you on all fours, Sinead. I want to look at your reddened arse. And I want to be able to spank you while I fuck you."

"Yes," she agreed, getting into position. She couldn't believe she was admitting such a thing, couldn't believe it even appealed to her.

He placed his hands on her hips and drew her back towards him. "Parts of your arse are red," he said. "But not your entire skin. Next time, when you're more brave, when you say you'll take as many as I want to give you, when you trust that I'll give you a punishment that makes you come again and again, both your buttocks will be reddened. Imagine how sex will feel then, Sinead. Imagine."

She felt his cockhead at the entrance to her vagina.

"I'll set the pace," he informed her.

She could have screamed. She just wanted him hard and fast.

He entered her with maddening slowness. He gave her time to accommodate his length and girth. "Down and dirty," she said, trying not to sound as frustrated as she felt. "Please."

He smacked her smartly on her right hip.

And that only made her hungrier.

Even though he'd told her he wanted to set the pace, she thrust her hips backward.

"Demanding sub, aren't you? Do you understand rules?"

"Do you understand that I'm hot for you, Sir?"

Those must have been the right words because he started to move the way she wanted him to. He drove his cock in deeper, impaling her on its length. "Permission to come, Sir?"

"Because you're trying to top from the bottom, forgetting who's the Dom, no. Hold it."

She breathed deep. She tightened her hands together and pulled strands of her own hair as a distraction.

He pounded her relentlessly.

He continually smacked her right flank, not hard, but with enough force to mark her, to sting, to make her even crazier with need.

"Sir!"

"Hold it," he instructed. He smacked her harder.

She tossed her head from side to side.

"Come," he commaned. He pulled out and drove forward with his entire power.

She cried out his name as the orgasm pulsed through her, her pussy muscles contracting around his big cock. Her face was buried in the mattress and she couldn't draw a deep breath.

Her pussy was so full, her right hip burned from his slaps. Honestly she'd never had an orgasm like that before, as if drawn from the deepest parts of her.

He traced her spine with his fingertips. "How are you doing?"

"Never better," she confessed. "Wanting you to come."

"You can put your hands where you want them," he told her. "But I want you to bend your knees, more like you're supporting your weight on your thighs. Keep your legs together. Now lean forward, your forehead on the mattress like before."

With his hands on her waist he pulled her back a bit and guided her into position. "You must have seen this in a book," she said. "One I haven't read."

He was silent, but she felt him against her entrance again. She stretched her hands in front of her, across the mattress. She grabbed hold of the bedspread when she realised what he was about.

The position was more or less a modified squat, so that would make her passageway a bit smaller, probably tighter.

He eased his fat cockhead inside her. She heard him open the bottle of lube. She froze.

"Trust me. "We're not going to do anything we haven't already done."

"That means that massive thing isn't going in my bowels?"

"Crude," he said. "And no, I've no intention of shoving my cock in yer arse. Today."

She shuddered.

"Breathe, little sub."

"I think you're too big for me this way."

"I think you'll like it."

He pulled back then eased forward a couple of times. She heard the lube squirt, then felt his finger at her rear.

It was so exquisitely painful that it was total pleasure.

He pressed his thumb forward as he thrust his cock into her.

She drew in a few breaths. She forced herself to uncurl her hands so she would relax more.

He found a gentle rhythm, easing in a bit, pulling back. Going forward, then going back.

"Bear down," he told her.

Closing her eyes, she did. He penetrated her arse and her pussy completely, simultaneously.

She nearly exploded. His cock was jutting against her G-spot, and it felt as if there were no room. She was completely full of her Dom. "Oh God. Oh God, oh God!"

"You can come any time," he told her.

She didn't need any further encouragement. The slide of his steely, silky cock against her insides undid her. Panting, she came.

He grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her back a bit as he continued to take her hard.

"I...I'm going to come again."

"Do."

His permission, his command was all she needed. She climaxed a second time, her body shuddering with the force. Seconds later, his body went rigid.

"Damn." The word sounded like a curse as well as an exclamation.

He ejaculated, thrusting into her, holding her imprisoned.

He remained behind her for long moments. Sweat cooled on her back, and he continued to hold her as if she were a cherished lover rather than a lifelong enemy.

It would be so easy to succumb to that. It had been so long since she'd had any affection in her life. And she'd never had it after this kind of passionate sex.

He leaned over and kissed her nape.

"Stay there." He withdrew his cock from her slowly.

A part of her wondered how long she had to wait until they could do it again. The more rational part of her brain warned that she was getting in too deep with this man.

She was tempted to get up and dress, but she was also mindful of her sore arse that was a result of disobeying him.

Still she turned her head to watch what he was doing.

He discarded the condom and took a small metal plug from the still-open dresser drawer. Oh no. She clenched her buttocks in silent protest.

"Up on all fours," he instructed. "Spread your knees as far apart as you can and arch your back so your rear sticks up."

It would be completely obscene, just like he preferred. The man was carnal.

"Lovely," he said when she got into position, confirming her thoughts.

She'd never been with a man who appreciated a woman's private area so much. Most men were interested in sex. She'd had the occasional hot pussy-licking, but this man was a connoisseur of a woman's privates.

"Now relax," he encouraged, returning to her and grabbing the bottle of lube.

"Easy for you to say." More than ever she wanted to run.

"This is a smallish one," he told her, showing her the teardrop-shaped plug. "It's a beginner's size."

A beginner's size? Surely he'd never try to put something bigger than that up there. Lord protect her, she never wanted to see the intermediate or advanced sizes.

He brought the plug closer. "We're skipping some of the others that are for training, because this one is lovely.

It's stainless steel. One of these days we can play with inserting it after I've stuck it in ice water. A whole new sensation."

Her gut contracted just from the threat.

"See the base?"

She blinked. The base was made up of tens of tiny pink crystals, winking in the light. "At the thickest part, this plug is thicker than my finger. I've already stretched your anus a bit, so it won't be a big struggle for you to take it. I'll work it in an out," he explained, "until we get it all the way in. We'll both need a bit of patience, I imagine, for the first time."

The plane hit a tiny amount of turbulence, nothing that didn't happen a dozen times during a typical flight, but it served to make her stomach roil even more.

He cupped the plug in his hand. "I'm warming it a bit," he explained, "so it's not quite a shock to your insides."

She swallowed deeply and watched, mesmerised, as he squirted lube onto the plug, taking care that the entire surface was covered. "Push back against it," he instructed.

She felt the cool wetness at her anus. She wanted to protest that she couldn't do it. But she wanted to take it, oddly, because it would please him.

With his left hand he grasped her left hipbone, holding her steady. "It will only take a few tries, pushing it in, pulling it out, stretching that sphincter muscle as we go. If you struggle, muirnn, it will be a much nastier experience."

How many different endearments did he know? And why did she like hearing them so much. "Hard to imagine how it could be a nastier experience." She forced herself to breathe, in and out, instead of shallow little pants of panic.

"Work with me."