SHE STOOD IN FRONT OF him, all wide eyed and nervous.

Ethan kept his composure even though all he wanted was to bend her over the desk and fuck her raw.

He blew out an impatient breath and held out his palm, silently asking for the contract.

Her hands were shaking as she held it out for him along with her medical reports.

All good. No danger of him acquiring Herpes.

He skimmed through the contract, making sure it was all signed.

“What made you change your mind?” She questioned and he could hear the caution in her voice.

“I wanted to show you how wrong you were,” he said simply.

“That's all?” She asked timidly.

He looked up at her and saw her flinch.

“Why else would I do it then, Amelia?” He asked condescendingly.

“Don't tell me you thought I called you because you impressed me or because you're so irresistible.”

He got up from his desk and slowly made his way towards her.

He'd waited long enough.

He felt the war in her head as he approached her. The fear that made her want to take a step back and the lust that held her in her place.

In the end, she decided to keep still.

And he secretly admired her for that.

His fingers brushed her slightly parted lips and she gasped at the touch.

He traced her jawline, stopping at the dip of her chin.

He gripped her chin and she stared at him as if it was impossible for her to look away.

And suddenly his touch wasn't feather light anymore. It was crushing her chin. She gasped, eyes widening.

“The only reason you're here is because I'm going to have a good time breaking you. And then watching you struggle as you try to pull yourself back together.”

“And did you know what you just did by signing that contract?”

She didn't answer so he increased the pressure on her jaw a little more.

“I want an answer, Amelia,” he said sharply.

“Yes,” she breathed out, “I agreed to be your slave, your submissive. I handed my body to be used by you whichever way you wish. You can fuck me, hurt me, do whatever you like to me.”

He didn't know how it happened but the next second, he was ripping her clothes off of her.

The surge of desire and lust was too wild to hold back any longer.

This hadn't happened before. Ever. Ethan was sure of it.

Sure, he had a long list of submissives but he hadn't felt this sort of need for any of them.

Until she came along. There was something about her touches. It made him feel more alive than he had felt in ages.

He quieted his thoughts by telling himself that this feeling would subside after this fuck.

She was gasping and panting as he broke the kiss. Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt but he stopped her by yanking her hands away from him.

“Keep your filthy hands off of me. You won’t touch me unless I ask you to or give you permission to, understood?” he snarled.

“Yes,” she breathed out.

He took off his belt with one hand while his other held both her wrists together.

He surprised her by circling the belt around her neck instead of her wrist.

“And when referring to me, you’ll only use sir or master.”

She gasped out an answer as he pulled the belt tighter around her neck. Another gasp, this one raspier, more rough around the edges, was his signal to stop.

He grabbed the remaining leather and used it as a leash, yanking her towards the door.

She stumbled and coughed but didn't resist.

Her steps halted for the briefest of seconds as Ethan tried to bring her out of the room.

He didn't allow her her privacy as he pulled her out, naked and completely on display.

Heads turned towards her. Subs being paraded around naked wasn’t something new around here. But Amelia was. She garnered attention from onlookers.

She kept her eyes on the ground but Ethan was sure she could feel the eyes on her as well. And he knew she was loving it.

He'd only skimmed over the contract, sure. But that was enough for him to get a good look at her likes and dislikes.

He'd be a shitty Dom if he hadn't done that.

A few of the Doms tried to touch her but he glared at them until they got the message and turned the other way.

He was going to share her, of course. Just not right now. Right now, he needed her all for himself.

He pushed open the door of his playroom. There were a few scenes happening there but they all halted on seeing him.

“Out,” he commanded and the subs filtered out the room before he could properly blink.

He slammed the door shut and turned to the woman waiting for him.

She was the only one who mattered in that moment.

He took a step back to properly admire her. He noticed the way her chest heaved with every breath, her nipples pink and ready. A gleaming line of arousal coated her inner thigh. There was a splatter of freckles on her nose and cheeks, a constellation waiting to be noticed.

He also noticed the marks on her inner thigh, dark lines and healed skin.

He looked away when he saw her watching. It wasn't his place to be concerned or judge. She looked relieved.

“When was the last time you were touched by someone?” He asked, maintaining his distance.

There were formalities that needed to be put out of the way first.

“Umm, three months. Four maybe?”

He wondered why? She was beautiful. More beautiful than he liked to admit. She could surely get any man she wanted. But again, it wasn’t his place to ask so he simply nodded.

“Right. I’ll only have you on Saturday and Sundays. You can engage in any sexual activities outside of our contract but make sure to be careful. And I want you to do check ups regularly if you do intend to engage with someone other than me.”

“And this is how I like you," he said, giving her a once over. “So, this is how I want to find you from now on. In my office.”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed out, her voice shaky and unsure.

His cock approved. “What’s your safeword?”

She looked up then, all hesitation gone. There was a fire in her eyes, a challenge as she spoke out the word.

“Lucifer.”

Ethan nodded, ignoring that bit of bravery. He could punish her for that sometime else.

“Now. tell me how many people looked at you while I brought you here?”

“What?” she whispered and he clenched his fists, that sultry voice doing imaginable things to him.

“Another thing. I don’t like repeating myself and if you make me, I'll punish you for it.”

She nodded immediately, muttering a quick apology.

She looked lost, like a doe caught in the headlights, the fear rolling off her in waves.

Ethan took a step towards her then, his patience thinning.

His fingers found her nipples and she gasped loudly at the sudden contact.

There wasn't enough oxygen. There might never be enough oxygen for Ethan until he could have her the way he wanted to.

He tugged at her nipple harshly, gritting his teeth to keep himself under control.

“I know you know. How many people?”

She lifted her gaze and confirmed Ethan's hunch.

“Eleven,” she whispered.

“Eleven,” he repeated. He yanked on the belt around her neck, earning a choked gasp from her.

He dragged her towards the brown table at one end of the room.

“Bend over,” he commanded and she obliged without a minute’s hesitation.

She rested her cheek against the wood, her ass in the air for him.

“Eleven canes. And just because you counted, I'll double it,” he said and watched as her breathing seized for a second.

She whimpered, the sound resembling that of a wounded animal.

Except hers contained a world of lust and desperation.

He pulled out a rope from a nearby drawer and pulled her hands behind her back, tying them together.

She was choked and bound, completely at his mercy.

He walked away, towards the display of belts and canes and paddles and whips hanging from his wall.

He picked the brown rattan cane with the sleek black handle, the one with the medium thickness.

It was her first time and even though he didn't wanted to, he needed to be careful.

“You're going to count each strike,” he said as he dragged the cold material down her back, stopping at her ass.

“Yes, sir,” she nodded. There was both nervousness and eagerness in the action.

He hit her then, the sound echoing around the deathly quiet room. Her scream followed, the voice melodious with just the right amount of pain.

His cock strained against his pants.

“One,” she said in between pants. He only allowed her a minute’s break, enough to make sure that the next one would hurt a little more.

Another scream, louder this time.

“Two.”

She was tougher than he’d imagined.

He didn't pause. Three. Four. Five. Six.

Her scream turned into yells at four and then into sobs at six, which was impressive considering how new she was to all this.

He hit her shoulders, her back, her inner thighs. He wanted to mark every inch of her skin. Mark her as his.

“Ten,” she breathed out.

Ethan was panting by the time they reached eleven. A spot of his arousal was visible against his jeans as he watched her beg and squirm underneath him.

“Please, master,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse.

“Please, what?”

He wanted to taste her, take her, fuck her like no one would have dared to.

“I can’t…” She whimpered as he hit her again. “Thirteen.”

“You can’t?”

“I can’t hold it back,” she moaned. “I want to cum, please.”

He dragged the cane lazily down her ass and in between her legs. He pressed its tip into her folds and she let out a gasp.

He hit her pussy then, not too hard but enough to make her feel the sensation in every part of her body.

She moaned something incoherent. He knew he had pushed her to the edge.

But he wasn’t going to stop. He needed to see how far he could push her.

Her fourteen turned into a moan and Ethan stared as the orgasm she had been trying to hold back flowed down her leg. He paused.

“Did you just cum?”

He was speechless. Which didn’t happen often. It was so fucking hot. And he was painfully hard.

“I did.” She was breathless.

He gave himself a little mental shake before he reached forward and undid the rope around her wrists.

“Stand up and face me,” he said and she obliged, trying to balance herself on weak, shaky legs before she turned around.

Ethan stopped breathing for a long, painful second.

She had that look, the one you only get after a good fuck. Except Ethan hadn’t even touched her yet.

This girl would drive him crazy.

She looked ethereal with his marks on her pale skin. Her cheeks were pink, lips slightly parted and beads of sweat decorated her forehead and her upper lips.

Her eyes were red and puffy, black lines of mascara smeared tears streaking her face.

And the lust in her eyes was still as bright as before.

The rest of the canes could wait, Ethan thought, as he unzipped his pants, pulling his stone hard erection free.

He allowed her only a reaction - widening of eyes - before he was inside her.

She let out a guttural scream, her walls not used to his size. His hand found its home around her neck.

It fit perfectly.

She was crying and sobbing and whimpering as he pushed in and out, stretching her hole.

“Cum for me, slut,” he groaned as her tight walls accepted him and clenched around him.

She obliged, cuming once again, this time all over him.

“Fuck,” he yelled as he let himself go as well. He was set on fire, his brain a mess. He couldn’t think straight. He couldn’t stay away from her.

Whatever this was, it wasn’t over after one fuck like he’d thought it would be. She had done something to him.

He pulled out of her, took a second to gather his thoughts and tear his eyes from that face.

Ethan reached forward and unbuckled the belt from around her neck.

He heard her sigh in relief but before she could complete the sound, he used the belt on the side of her stomach.

She yelled in pain, the sigh forgotten.

“Because you were such a good girl,” Ethan began, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear and she pressed her face into his touch. “I'll use the belt for the next eleven strikes.”

“Yes, master,” she moaned out.

During that moment, with her naked and ready for him, that thought of not getting enough of her, didn't feel as scary.

A\N: Happy first smut chappie. It was a long wait so I really hope it was worth it <3