Her Sir

By Megan Slayer

There’s only one man for Andi—her Sir.

Andi McCarron knew the moment she met Sir’s gaze, he’d change her life forever. Despite other Doms wanting her as their sub, she only submits to him because he knows how to make her skin tingle. The pain delivered from his crop makes her spirit sing. She needs Sir but she wants more—except he’s not interested in taking the relationship outside of the club. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the one wielding the crop, won’t leave the club?

Dean Meyer craves his sweet sub, Andi. She fills his dreams and fantasies, but she wants a relationship. He’s not sure she can handle both his demons and secrets. Still, he can’t deny the attraction to her. When fate throws them together, he has to make a choice—give his sub what she needs or let her go for good.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Apr 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781773396316

Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

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Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

www.evernightpublishing.com

Copyright© 2018 Megan Slayer

ISBN: 978-1-77339-631-6

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Karyn White

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

For everyone who can’t hide their true selves.

For JPZ. I can be myself with you.

HER SIR

Megan Slayer

Copyright © 2018

Chapter One

All I want is to play and be loved… Andi sat on the floor and rested her head on Sir’s knee. She loved being at his feet and having her hair caressed. Sir knew just how to touch her to make her tingle all over. The temporary collar bit into her skin, but she didn’t mind. She’d rather know that everyone who saw her understood she belonged to Sir. The boning on her corset dug into her ribs, but she refused to complain. The corset and boots look pleased Sir. She tried to keep still, but the bells attached to her nipple clamps still chimed each time she breathed. But Sir continued to stroke her hair, so he must not have been bothered by the slight noise.

She turned her attention to the sub on the St. Andrew’s cross. The woman strained against the cuffs as the Dom dribbled wax over her nude body. Her yelps and moans echoed in the playroom. The scent of leather hung in the air.

Andi’s skin sizzled, and the clips bit deeper into her skin. The tingles in her belly spread through her body. She fought the urge to squirm. Her pussy creamed, and her nipples strained within the clips. She wanted to be in the sub’s place, on display and covered in wax. When she shifted her hips just a tad, the plug jostled in her ass. If she had a toy in her pussy, she’d be thrilled. Having Sir inside her would be the best, but he wouldn’t fuck her. Play and sex were to be kept separate.

Sir continued to soothe her as he toyed with her hair.

She pressed her knees together. A shudder wracked her body. She excelled at holding her excitement in check, but the task was harder tonight.

What do you want, girl? Sir asked. Tell me.

She shivered and averted her gaze. He’d given her permission to watch the scene, but not to look at him. I want to play, Sir.

How? He petted her hair. Speak freely.

I want to play, Sir. To be covered in your wax. She rubbed her cheek on his thigh. No matter how hard she struggled to keep her excitement controlled, he knew how to encourage her. She knew down to her soul she needed the pain and release at his command, but her friend Kayna’s words still echoed in her ears. You’re not normal. You shouldn’t be abused. You should get out of that club. He’s dangerous.

Part of her believed her friend. Her boyfriend, Trey, wanted her to be his alone. The agreement with Sir didn’t involve sex or love. It involved trust. Sir wasn’t in a position to love her—so he claimed. The truth sucked, but he hadn’t lied. Still, she wanted to believe she could change his mind.

She didn’t love Trey the way she did Sir, but Trey wouldn’t even try to understand what she needed. He agreed with Kayna that her time at the Underground club was spent being abused.

Do you?

Another shivered ripped through her. She had to pay attention to what Sir had said. Yes. Please, Sir? She needed to play and have his hands on her body.

On your knees. He stood and wrapped the leash around his hand. He tugged on the chain. Girl.

She straightened her back and stuck out her chest. She balanced on her knees and clasped her hands behind her. The clips pulled on her nipples. The little bells chimed again. The pain from the clips and the plug stretching her added to her excitement.

Good girl. Forward. He tugged on the leash again. Crawl.

Andi rested on her hands and knees, then bowed her head enough to see where she was going and to keep her hair out of her eyes. She made her way across the room and stayed behind him. Her nerve endings were on fire. She stole glances forward to see where she was going. The adventurous streak within her widened, and her nipples ached from the clips pulling on her skin. She groaned, unable to hide the noise.

Sir led her to another St. Andrew’s cross in the middle of the main playroom. He allowed her to pass him and awarded her with a hard slap on her ass. Fire licked her from within. He threaded his fingers into her hair and tipped her head back. Stand.

She scurried to her feet but kept her head down. The collar dug into her collarbone and clinked when she moved. She rested her back against the cross and stretched her arms out. Anticipation slid through her veins. Her breath quickened. Soon she’d get what she wanted—his hands and crop on her skin. If she was good, she’d get the wax, too.

Good girl. He attached her wrist cuffs, then the ones around her ankles to the cross. Tug. He tipped her gaze. Well? Are you comfortable?

She struggled against the restraints. Her anticipation and excitement ratcheted up. She loved being open to him and everyone else watching her. Thank you, Sir. I’m good. She had enough play to wriggle, but not enough to get away—just the way she liked.

Good girl, he murmured.

She watched his face for a split-second. She’d fantasized about looking into his eyes while he fucked her. Would he stick to the missionary position like Trey, or use her in every possible manner? Oh God. She wanted him to fuck her everywhere and any way he wanted. He made her tingle all over and her nerve endings come alive. The agreement came to mind—her body belonged to him, but sex was out of the question. Fuck. She wanted him and not the toy in her ass. Why couldn’t he just fuck her? They’d done everything else, except sex. Damn it.

Girl? His brows rose. Do you have something to say?

No, Sir. Shit. She’d been caught. Although … misbehaving meant she’d be punished… Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I’ve been bad. I watched you. I’ve fantasized about you. I’m not sure what to do. I can’t handle loving you and not being loved in return.

Naughty, girl. He frowned. I’d think you wanted to have all these people watch me punish you. You want that cane on your ass, don’t you? He crooked one brow. Safeword?

Purple. She notched her chin in the air. She’d already defied him by looking at him and being chatty. She might as well go all in and earn more delicious punishment. I don’t want to use it. She flexed her hands in the cuffs, making the chains jangle. The chilly air kissed her pussy, and her nipples ached. I want you.

His expression didn’t change, but he tipped his head slightly. I see. He adjusted the cross, leading her back a bit. Anyone in the playroom could see her, and being so exposed turned her on.

Thank you, Sir. She wished he’d used the blindfold. Then she couldn’t memorize every inch of him or know what he was about to do next. Punish me. She tensed as she listened to the whispers from the audience. Did they like what they saw? Were they turned on by her? Did they want to be in her place?

Aren’t you eager? He picked up a riding crop and twirled the item in his fingers. Who does the naughty girl belong to?

You, Sir. Always.

How many? He drew circles on her bare hip with the smooth end of the crop.

I’ve been bad. Ten, she said. She braced herself for the swats. Where would he leave his marks? She whimpered. Please?

You have been naughty. He spanked the tops of her breasts, swatted her belly through the fabric of her corset, then moved to her inner thighs. He varied the intensity, going easier on her breasts, then harder along her legs. The scent of his cologne wrapped around her and soothed her, but not much.

She yelped and winced as the pain added to her pleasure. Endorphins rushed through her system, and she panted. Thank you, Sir. So good. She trembled. More.

Greedy. He drew the leather tip across her pussy lips. You’re wet, naughty girl. He abandoned the crop, then turned his attention to the candles and oil. Sir moved the table from the previous play session over to where she waited on the cross. While she strained against the cuffs, he rubbed oil into her exposed skin. His eyes flashed, but she couldn’t tell if he was turned on.

She gasped when he lit the match, then the two white candles. He moved the bucket of ice closer to the edge of the table and dampened a towel in the water. He held one of the white candles above her chest.

Andi sucked in a ragged breath. No matter how much she wanted to brace herself for the wax, she knew better. She belonged to him, and he’d mark her when he was ready.

You belong to me. He dribbled wax over her breasts.

Her nipples tightened, and her belly quivered. She clenched and unclenched her hands. Yes, Sir."

All mine to decorate. He dipped more wax onto her breasts, then across her nipples.

She grunted and gritted her teeth. The heat and pinpricks of pain were so good. She loved the wax on her skin and the tingle in her belly. Thank you, Sir. She tried in vain to dodge the wax.

He worked in silence, covering her breasts, then upper thighs in wax. He overwhelmed her. The wax singed her skin, but not enough to cause damage. The flame on the candle flickered, bathing his hand in warm yellow light.

Her excitement ticked up a couple more notches and centered in her pussy. Her legs trembled. She silently thanked Sir for tilting the cross backwards enough to support her. She whimpered and shut her eyes.

Sir. Her head lolled. She couldn’t take much more. She floated as the orgasm built within her. She needed to come. Needed to be fucked. She cried