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  Throwing down the flogger, I knelt down onto the floor and threw her legs over my shoulders and, in one movement, I slid my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top before taking her clit into my mouth and gently sucking on it. I still can’t believe how good she tastes.

  As my tongue slid inside of her, I used my thumb where she needed the pressure the most. Making a figure 8 around her clit, her hips were moving up and down, letting me know that she needed more.

  Moving my tongue back to her clit, I inserted two fingers inside of her, curling them upwards to ensure they hit her g-spot perfectly. It didn’t take long before I could feel her pussy tightening around my finger.

  “Go ahead, Hannah. Come for me,” I demanded.

  Licking her clit faster and pumping my fingers in and out of her, she grabbed the back of my head and her body shuddered as she shouted out in ecstasy. Wave after wave seemed to hit her as she came more than once.

  Once I felt her body begin to relax, I trailed kisses up her body, giving the nipple clamps a good tug when I got to her chest.

  “I’m going to take these off now,” I told her. “There may be a little bit of discomfort, but I’ll make sure the pleasure will see you through.”

  I unscrewed the first clamp and immediately took her nippe into my mouth, letting my tongue relieve some of the ache she was experiencing. I repeated the process with the other nipple.

  Deciding that she wasn’t done yet, I slid two of my fingers back inside of her and began rubbing her clit with my thumb once again.

  “I want you to come for me one more time,” I growled.

  Almost instantly, her body responded to my words and she began to shake. She couldn’t stop herself and she came all over my face one more time.

  I untied the scarf from around her eyes and kissed her deeply, allowing her to experience how good she tasted on my tongue. She sat up in the bed and looked at me with those gorgeous eyes.

  “That was amazing,” she said.

  “We’re just getting started,” I replied as I got on the bed, scooping her into me as we laid together and fell asleep.

  12

  Reed

  The training was going extremely well and Hannah and I were growing closer by the day, but there was still plenty of business at hand that I needed to attend to.

  The research I was doing into Chad Whitmore was beginning to stress me out. His record was as clean as a whistle, which didn’t sit well with me. After what he did to Hannah, I had a hard time believing that he turned over a new leaf and never did it again. He was a sexual predator and when someone rapes someone, it’s very rare that they don’t at least try to do it again. There was something I was missing.

  I got ahold of some of my contacts within the police department to try to get some information on the guy. Surely there had been complaints made about him, but no charges had been filed. Even that wasn’t the case. There hadn’t been a single complaint made about him. Not even so much as a traffic ticket.

  Before I went any further in my investigation, I checked to make sure the guy was even still alive. It’s what I should have done in the first place, but I made a rookie mistake because I was so pissed off at what he had done that I couldn’t even fathom the thought of not getting my revenge on him.

  Chad Whitmore was still alive and well. He was living in an apartment complex about three blocks away from the local college campus. The irony of that fact was not lost on me and I had a feeling that he hadn’t picked that location by accident.

  I called Hannah into the room. I wanted to talk to her about the next steps I was going to take.

  “So I’ve been doing background checks and all kinds of research on Chad, and I’m coming up empty handed,” I told her.

  “Well, that’s a good thing, right? That means he hasn’t done what he did to me to anyone else, doesn’t it?”

  “Normally, no record would be a good thing, but from everything I’ve ever seen, a person who rapes someone doesn’t normally just do it once and never tries it again. A rapist will continue to rape until he gets caught.”

  “I get that, but maybe he’s an exception. Sometimes you have to look for the good in people.”

  “That’s hard to do when there’s so much bad staring you in the face. I’m going to do a little more research before I give up on this.”

  I did leave out one little thing when telling her I wasn’t done researching and that was how I was going to conduct my research.

  The next morning, I left the house early in the morning. It was still dark outside and Hannah was fast asleep. I ran by my place and grabbed an old maintenance uniform that I used to have and made my way to the apartment building that Chad resided in.

  I made it to his place just before 7:00am and knocked as though I was the cops.

  “Yeah?” He said as he opened the door, obviously annoyed that he was being bothered. It took everything I had not to punch him in the face.

  “Hi, I’m from maintenance. The landlord sent me over because we had a gas leak in one of the other buildings so he’s got me going to all the apartments to check to make sure everything is ok.”

  “Yeah, everything is fine here.”

  “That’s great, but I’m going to have to come in and check the connectors and all that. I hope you understand and I’m terribly sorry to inconvenience you so early in the morning. Shouldn’t take me more than an hour.”

  “Okay, whatever, it’s fine. I’m going to go and grab some Starbucks anyway so do whatever you need to do. Make sure you lock the door on the way out.”

  “Of course. You have yourself a great morning.”

  I acted like I was checking the lines behind the stove while he was putting his shoes on. I even had a fake meter that I could make beep any time I needed to.

  Once Chad was gone, I set out to do my real work. I installed 360 degree cameras into each of the smoke detectors. These cameras would give me a complete view into every room of the apartment with the exception of the bathroom. I figure the guy has got to have privacy sometime.

  Once I had all the cameras installed, I located the laptop on his desk and attempted to search his files. Unfortunately, he had his computer password protected and I didn’t have the time to try to force my way into it. Instead, I installed a virus on it that would record his keystrokes and email them to me. This would allow for me to connect with his laptop remotely.

  Later that evening, I checked my email and saw that he had been active on his computer. I couldn’t believe what the idiot used for his password, but there it was staring me in the face.

  ChadWhitmoreRules

  He reminded me of O’Doyle from the Adam Sandler movies. None of those turned out well. I fired up my hacker programs and connected directly into his laptop. He was still using it so I knew I had to wait or else he would see his mouse moving all over the screen.

  Several hours later, his surfing stopped and after waiting another 30 minutes, I figured it was safe to check out what he had on his computer. Most of the files were normal. He had his taxes, he had games, and he had lots of porn. I was about to give up on my search when I came across a protected folder titled Hunting Photos 2016.

  Normally, this kind of folder wouldn’t even have gotten my attention but it was locked, first of all. On top of that, there was no way this guy had ever gone hunting in his life.

  I used a brute force attack to get into the folder and there I found exactly what I had been looking for. There was video after video of Chad sitting with girls in his apartment, slipping something into their drink, talking with them until they were so out of it they could barely stand, taking them to his bedroom, raping them, and then going to sleep right next to them.

  The next morning, the videos show the girl waking up, completely oblivious to what happened. Each time, he would tell the girl that they had a bit much to drink so he let them sleep it off in his bed. He always came off as the good guy. He got to rape the girls and then be their knight in shining armor. It
was sickening.

  I showed the videos to Hannah and she was equally sickened by them.

  “So he just keeps doing this over and over again and instead of getting in trouble, he gets praised for being this great guy? That’s disgusting,” she said, looking as though she could legitimately get sick.

  “It certainly is, but right now, I need your permission to do something.”

  “I don’t want you to hurt him. I don’t want you getting in trouble and going to jail.”

  “That’s not what I’m looking to do. I want to put this guy away and I need your permission to report this to the authorities.”

  “Of course you can. Please do.”

  That was all I needed to hear. I called the police department and told them that I was a friend of Chad Whitmore and wanted to remain anonymous. I told them about the video files on his laptop and how to access them. In order to get them to the house as quickly as possible, I lied and told them he was bringing a girl to his house that night and he planned to rape her too.

  Hannah and I watched the video of the cameras I’d installed in the smoke alarms and in less than an hour from the time I made the call, cops had swarmed his home and went straight for his laptop. By the time it was all said and done, he was being led away in handcuffs.

  13

  Hannah

  The day after we had Chad arrested, Reed came into my room and told me that we were ready to begin formal sub training if I was ready.

  “Formal training? What have we been doing?” I asked.

  “That was just a small taste of the lifestyle. I started you off slowly to see if you would retreat, but you never did. You showed eagerness to push ahead so I think we are ready to take things to the next level.”

  I knew I was ready to take things to the next level, even though I was a little nervous about what that meant exactly.

  “I’m ready. Will this be different than what we’ve been doing?”

  “Yes, this will be completely different. We’re going to do some structured training.”

  “What does that mean?” I asked, wanting to get some kind of idea about what I was about to get myself into.

  “As a new submissive, you are very vulnerable. Normally, any type of physical intimacy would not take place during training, but I think our situation is a little different. Since we’ve already crossed that line, I want to back things up a little and focus more on what your role will be as my sub and what my role will be as your Dom.

  I’m going to teach you all about the idea of giving over some of your personal power to me and letting you know what my expectations are going to be of you. This takes away you feeling helpless by not knowing what you’re supposed to do in different situations. This will prevent you from ever feeling like you’ve failed me, even though you never could. Is this making sense?”

  “Yes, perfectly.”

  “Good. This will also teach you to communicate with me when you’re not comfortable with something or if we do something that you weren’t necessarily prepared to handle. I’m going to teach you to change your way of thinking and to alter your reactions.

  You’ll know how important every move and gesture you make is, which is essential as our bond becomes closer and closer.”

  Over the course of the next couple of weeks. I learned a lot about what it means to be a sub. As a Dom, he was stern and I liked that. The first thing we went over was how I was to speak to him during our sessions. I was never to talk unless he had given permission to do so. During our sessions, speaking would be a privilege.

  If he asked me a question, I was to answer him quickly and honestly. I was also to speak in a soft tone. If the answer to a question was yes, I was to state only that word. However, if the answer to a question was no, I was to give an explanation.

  Once we got speaking out of the way, we got into body language. When we did a session, I was to be kneeling in front of him with my thighs together and my head facing down. I was only to open my thighs once he had given the command.

  I was also never to cross my arms in front of my body unless he had told me to do so. He explained that crossing my arms in front of my body showed disrespect and resistance.

  My hands were to remain open at all times as they signified openness and surrender. My lips were always to be slightly parted in his presence and my back was to be kept straight.

  If I laughed or smiled, I could only do it while looking up at him. If I ever did it while looking down or away from him, it would be viewed as me making fun of him or mocking him and I would be punished accordingly.

  He made it very clear that these rules would only be in place during our sessions and we would not act these rules out in everyday life. In everyday life, he and I were equals, but during sessions, I was to submit to him completely.

  There was still a lot more to learn and I was eager to learn all the rules and fully experience everything that the lifestyle had to offer. There was one thing I knew for sure. As each day went on, I was falling for Reed more and more.

  14

  Reed

  We took a break from training for a night and decided to watch a movie together. The movie wasn’t really all that interesting and we ended up making out like teenagers in the back row of a theater. It was great. There was lots of touching, feeling, hands roaming and exploring each other.

  With no warning, Hannah slid off the couch and dropped onto her knees between my legs.

  “I need to taste you,” she said playfully, looking up directly into my eyes.

  All I could do was nod my head and before I knew it, she was tugging on my shorts and boxers until they were completely down to my ankles. When my cock was exposed, she just knelt there staring at it.

  I wasn’t sure what was going through her head, but she didn’t have the look of fear on her face. It was the look of eagerness and want.

  As she hesitated to touch my cock, I watched as her tongue just barely came out of her mouth, licking her slightly parted lips. She took her hand and I noticed a slight tremble as she moved it towards my shaft.

  “I have no idea what I’m doing,” she whispered, ashamed of her inexperience.

  “It’s okay, babe,” I told her. “Just relax and you can do no wrong.” With a smirk on my face, I quickly added “as long as you don’t use your teeth to bite me, we’ll be good.”

  My lightheartedness seemed to ease some of her anxiety. She looked up at me and returned my grin. “I promise not to bite unless you ask me to.”

  “Take off your shirt so I can touch you,” I demanded as she got comfortable between my legs.

  “This is supposed to be all about you, Reed,” she replied, giving me a bit of the side eye.

  “Believe me, this is definitely all about me. Take that shirt off.”

  With a little bit of a sexy growl, she took off her top and bra before throwing them to the side.

  “Is that better?”

  “Fuck yes it is.”

  “Tell me what to do,” she whispered as she moved her hand back to my cock.

  “All you have to do is imagine that It’s a popsicle on a hot summer day.”

  She thought about it for a minute before tilting her head and bringing her mouth to my cock. She started by taking her tongue and swiping it over the head several times. She followed that up by sliding her tongue up and down each side slowly and seductively.

  In one swift motion, she moved to the underside of my rock hard shaft and went from the base to the tip and right back down and up again.

  As she came up one last time, she took my cock into her mouth and went down on me as far as she could. What didn’t fit into the back of her throat, she used her hand to stroke up and down in the same motion.

  Where did she learn to do this? Just a few minutes ago, she told me she had no idea what she was doing. She just started and I’m already about to come like a horny 15-year-old boy.

  She began to move into a faster and faster rhythm and all I could do was watch in awe as she
took me in further and further. With one hand still on my shaft, she used her other hand to play with my balls.

  It felt so good. I reached down and grabbed her nipples, rolling them gently between my fingers. I was getting so close, but it felt so good and I didn’t want the feeling to ever stop.

  “Hannah, I’m about to come,” I announced, but it only made her start working me faster and hitting that sweet spot on the underside of my dick, right below the head.

  “I’m not kidding Hannah. If you don’t stop, I’m going to come right now.

  All that made her do was look up at me and double her efforts. She started rolling my balls in her hand and that was enough to put me over the edge.

  I wouldn’t have been able to stop it no matter how hard I tried. I let out a loud groan as I exploded into her mouth. I felt stream after stream coming out of me and she took it all without hesitation.

  Once I was done coming, she licked my head clean before swallowing my entire load.

  “How was that?” she asked when I looked down at her. Her head was tilted to the side and she had a grin from ear to ear.

  I pulled Hannah up off the floor and onto my lap, her straddling me. “I would have to say that was absolutely perfect.”

  I kissed her slowly and deeply before standing up and leading her to the bedroom. I’d left my shorts and boxers in the living room so all that was left for me to do was strip off my t-shirt. She stripped off her shorts and climbed into bed wearing nothing but her pair of lace panties.

  Pulling her as close to me as I possibly could, I ran my fingers through her hair, playing with it until she drifted off to sleep.

  15

  Hannah