Three to Play by Kris Cook

her tears. “Yes, sir.”
    “Better. Definitely not in the lifestyle. I think you played around a time or two with some asshole who didn’t have a clue about what real dominance and submission is. Right?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “I do know how to dominate. You want to learn more about that?”
    “Y-Yes, sir.”
    “Listen to me closely. I will not repeat this. With me, you won’t be experiencing some pseudo-bondage game. You will be restrained, blindfolded, gagged, and whatever else I deem necessary to train you into the bottom I know you are. You won’t talk, taste, speak, move, or even come unless I give the order. You will obey every command I issue you without question. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Did you and asshole have a safeword?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Everyone thinks they know BDSM. Bullshit. You will have a safeword with me, but you also need a safe signal because you’ll be gagged most of the time.”
    Oh God, I’m really going through with this.
    “I will give you a way out of the incredible pleasure I can deliver, should you choose to end it. But understand this, when you do, I’m gone. Forever.”
    Her heart sank. She couldn’t imagine never seeing him again, but hadn’t that been what she’d wanted all along?
    “Snap your fingers for me.”
    She did. Even with the cuffs, she could snap her fingers.
    “Good. Now that I know you can, all you have to do to end your training is to snap them at any time . That’s it. Once done, it’s over.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Clint slapped her ass with his bare hand. It stung like fire. She squeezed her legs together.
    “I didn’t ask a question for you to respond to. Wait until I do. Understand?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Say, Lobster.”
    “Lobster.”
    “That’s the safe word. When you’re gagged, snap your fingers. When you’re not gagged, use the safe word. Understand?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “I don’t think you’ll end this session, but you might be too weak for what I have in store for you. If not, you’ll have to prove it to me. Understand?”
    Beth nodded.
    She felt him grab a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back. “I told you that you only have two responses you could use. A nod wasn’t one of them. Let’s try again. Understand?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Excellent. That’s your last words for now, Beth.”
    Clint stood behind her. She wanted to see his face, wanted to let him know that she hated how badly she’d treated him.
    He held something out in front of her. “This is called a ball gag.”
    Beth studied the red rubber ball with two long black straps attached to each side.
    “Open your mouth wide.”

    * * * *

    Clint couldn’t get over how compliant Beth seemed to be. He’d expected her to resist, to argue. But she hadn’t. Instead, her eyes showed so many emotions that he couldn’t keep his head straight.
    He pushed the ball in her mouth until her jaw widened, just enough to be slightly uncomfortable but not too painful.
    “That’s good, Beth.”
    He watched the subtle ways she rubbed her legs together, trying to feed her ache, and it drove hot lust down into his dick.
    “Next, I’m going to show you how sensory deprivation can be quite an aphrodisiac.”
    He pulled out the blindfold and placed it over her eyes. He watched her shiver. He traced her curves with his fingers and watched the gooseflesh pop up along the way. She inhaled through her nose deeply.
    God, she got to him.
    He focused on the reasons he came here. One, pleasure her in the way he knew she needed. Two, extract the confession that she’d intentionally worked her way between him and Dustin in order to try to save her job. Third, get her to agree to another time slot.
    That was the plan, and he must follow. He fortified his resolve to not deviate.
    Clint guided her to the couch, leaning her over one of its arms so that her head rested on one of the seat cushions and her ass pointed up for his paddle—one side hard for serious punishment, the