hands. I can’t see what it is, and I’m burning with curiosity.

“When’s your first interview tomorrow?” he asks softly.

“Two.”

A slow wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Good.” And before my eyes, he subtly changes. He’s harder, intractable... hot. This

is Dominant Christian.

“Get off the bed. Stand over here.” He points to beside the bed, and I scramble up and

off in double-quick time. He stares intently down at me, his eyes glittering with promise.

“Trust me?” he asks softly.

I nod. He holds out his hand, and in his palm are two round, shiny, silver balls, linked

with a thick black thread.

“These are new,” he says emphatically.

I look questioningly up at him.

“I am going to put these inside you, and then I’m going to spank you, not for punish-

ment, but for your pleasure and mine.” He pauses, gauging my wide-eyed reaction.

Inside me!I gasp, and all the muscles deep in my belly clench. My inner goddess is

doing the dance of the seven veils.

“Then we’ll fuck, and if you’re still awake, I’ll impart some information about my

formative years. Agreed?”

He’s asking my permission! Breathlessly, I nod. I’m incapable of speech.

“Good girl. Open your mouth.”

Mouth?

“Wider.”

Very gently, he puts the balls in my mouth.

“They need lubrication. Suck,” he orders, his voice soft.

The balls are cold, smooth, surprisingly heavy, and metallic tasting. My dry mouth

pools with saliva as my tongue explores the unfamiliar objects. Christian’s gray gaze does

not leave mine. Holy hell, this is turning me on. I squirm slightly.

“Keep still, Anastasia,” he warns.

“Stop.” He tugs them from my mouth. Moving toward the bed, he throws the duvet

aside and sits down on the edge.

“Come here.”

I stand in front of him.

“Now turn round, bend down, and grasp your ankles.”

I blink at him, and his expression darkens.

“Don’t hesitate,” he admonishes me softly, an undercurrent in his voice, and he pops

the balls in his mouth.

Fuck, this is sexier than the toothbrush.I follow his orders immediately. Jeez, can I

touch my ankles? I find I can, with ease. The t-shirt slides up my back, exposing my be-

hind. Thank heavens I have retained my panties, but I suspect I won’t for long.

He places his hand reverently on my backside and very softly caresses it with his whole

hand. With my eyes open, I can see his legs through mine, nothing else. I close my eyes

tightly as he gently moves my panties to the side and slowly runs his finger up and down

my sex. My body braces itself in a heady mix of wild anticipation and arousal. He slides

one finger inside me, and he circles it deliciously slowly. Oh, it feels good. I moan.

His breathing halts, and I hear him gasp as he repeats the motion. He withdraws

his finger and very slowly inserts the objects, one slow, delicious ball at a time. Oh my.

They’re body temperature, warmed by our collective mouths. It’s a curious feeling. Once

they’re inside me, I can’t really feel them – but then again I know they’re there.

He straightens my panties and leans forward, and his lips softly kiss my behind.

“Stand up,” he orders, and shakily I get to my feet.

Oh!Now I can feel them… sort of. He grasps my hips to steady me while I re-estab-

lish my equilibrium.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice stern.

“Yes.” My answer is feather soft.

“Turn round.” I turn and face him.

The balls pull downward and involuntarily I clench around them. The feeling startles

me but not in a bad way.

“How does that feel?” he asks.

“Strange.”

“Strange good or strange bad?”

“Strange good,” I confess, blushing.

“Good.” There’s a trace of humor lurking in his eyes.

“I want a glass of water. Go and fetch one for me please.”

Oh.

“And when you come back, I shall put you across my knee. Think about that, Anas-

tasia.”

Water? He wants water – now – why?

As I leave the bedroom, it becomes abundantly clear why he wants me to walk around

– as I do, the balls weigh down inside me, massaging me internally. It’s such a weird feel-

ing and not entirely unpleasant. In fact, my breathing accelerates as I stretch up for a glass

from the kitchen cabinet, and I gasp. Oh my…I may have to keep these. They make me

needy, needy for sex.

He’s watching me carefully when I return.

“Thank you,” he says as he takes the glass from me.

Slowly, he takes a sip then places the glass on his bedside table. There’s a foil packet,

ready and waiting, like me. And I know he’s doing this to build the anticipation. My heart

has picked up a beat. He turns his bright gray gaze to mine.

“Come. Stand beside me. Like last time.”

I sidle up to him, my blood thrumming through my body, and this time… I’m excited.

Aroused.

“Ask me,” he says softly.

I frown. Ask him what?

“Ask me,” his voice is slightly harder.

What? How was your water? What does he want?

“Ask me, Anastasia. I won’t say it again.” And there’s such a threat implicit in his

words, and it dawns on me. He wants me to ask him to spank me.

Holy shit.He’s looking at me expectantly, his eyes growing colder. Shit.

“Spank me, please… Sir,” I whisper.

He closes his eyes momentarily, savoring my words. Reaching up, he grasps my left

hand and he tugs me over his knees. I fall instantly, and he steadies me as I land in his lap.

My heart is in my mouth as his hand gently strokes my behind. I’m angled across his lap

again so that my torso rests on the bed beside him. This time he doesn’t throw his leg over

mine, but smoothes my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear. Once he’s done,

he clasps my hair at the nape to hold me in place. He tugs gently and my head shifts back.

“I want to see your face while I spank you, Anastasia,” he murmurs, all the while softly

rubbing my backside.

His hand moves down between the cheeks of my behind, and he pushes against my sex,

and the full feeling is… I moan. Oh, the sensation is exquisite.

“This is for pleasure, Anastasia, mine and yours,” he whispers softly.

He lifts his hand and brings it down in a resounding slap against the junction of my

thighs, my behind, and my sex. The balls are forced forward inside me, and I’m lost in

a quagmire of sensation. The stinging across my behind, the fullness of the balls inside

me, and the fact that he’s holding me down. I screw my face up as my faculties attempt to

absorb all these foreign feelings. I note somewhere in my brain that he’s not smacked me

as hard as last time. He caresses my backside again, trailing his palm across my skin and

over my underwear.

Why’s he not removed my panties?Then his palm disappears, and he brings it down

again. I groan as the sensation spreads. He starts a pattern: left to right and then down.

The down ones are the best. Everything moving forward, inside me… and in between each

smack he caresses me, kneads me – so I am massaged inside and out. It’s such a stimulat-

ing, erotic feeling, and for some reason, because this is on my terms, I don’t mind the pain.

It’s not painful as such – well it is, but not unbearable. It’s somehow manageable, and yes

pleasurable… even. I groan. Yes, I can do this.

He pauses as he slowly peels my panties down my legs. I writhe on his legs, not be-

cause I want to escape the blows, but I want… more, release, something. His touch against

my sensitized skin is all sensuous tingle. It’s overwhelming, and he starts again. A few soft