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Anna jerked awake. She’d tried to roll over, but her legs wouldn’t straighten out. After a minute of maneuvering, she realized that at some point she’d curled up, and Jensen had attached the straps from the sleeves to the ankle restraints, essentially hogtying her.

He was sleeping beside her, lying on his back with his head turned away. She tugged until the straps slipped free and she was able to straighten her legs. Lying on her back she stared at the ceiling.

Quiet mornings were hard for her—they allowed for too much thinking. Anna usually fell into bed exhausted at night, so mornings were when her mind raced. It didn’t help that she’d been in the middle of a bad dream, the same one she’d had for years.

In the dream, she was sitting in a stiff plastic chair in a waiting room. That was the whole dream—waiting. Waiting for news, waiting for her heart to break.

Anna closed her eyes, willing away the memory, and the accompanying feelings. She was here now, getting what she needed. Jensen was right beside her.

But she could still remember the smell of that waiting room—coffee and old paper. She’d sat in a plastic chair until her legs went numb. She’d lied to get in there, saying she was the soldier’s fiancée, instead of his ex-girlfriend. She’d been in her final year of law school at the time and she couldn’t help but run through the ramifications if she were caught lying to the US Army. Eighteen hours after she’d gotten the terrifying phone call, and fifteen since she’d arrived at the base, a trim woman in a frumpy suit had stopped in to tell her that the boy she loved was alive. She’d pressed her hands over her face and sobbed, finally pulling herself together enough to ask when she’d be able to see him.

They were college sweethearts who’d carried their relationship over as he went off to the army, fulfilling his ROTC obligation. She’d worked at a non-profit for a year after graduation before starting law school. He’d come back from his first tour tired and bitter, mumbling about shitty equipment and even shittier maintenance plans. She’d listened, but hadn’t really heard, too wrapped up in the drama of her first year of law school. Over the course of the next year, they’d grown apart. Anna had slipped into the polished, wealthy world of law, while the boy she loved struggled and slogged through war zones, piloting helicopters.

The last time she’d seen him she’d dragged him to a cocktail party, despite the fact that he was due back at the base early the next morning. The firm she wanted to work for was hosting the party, and she needed to make an impression if she was going to land the all-important summer internship. She’d wanted to show off her handsome US Army Lieutenant. In the world of trim lawyers he was a gladiator, his height and imposing physique making him seem like a god among mortals.

He’d been quiet and standoffish, finally telling someone point blank that the thing they were talking about was stupid. The night had ended with them screaming at each other, all the differences that now separated them mounting up like a wall neither one was willing to scale. He’d packed his things and left. Anna cried herself to sleep, and by the time she woke up the next morning it was too late—he was already in transit to the Middle East.

Eighteen months later she’d received a call from the Army. He hadn’t updated his emergency contact information, and when the phone call woke her, some instinct had kept her from revealing that they hadn’t spoken in eighteen months. He’d been in a helicopter crash and was being brought home for medical treatment. She’d jumped in her car and raced down to Camp Pendleton, tears streaming down her face.

That was three years ago.

Anna turned her head, looked at Jensen’s scarred back. As if he felt her looking, he rolled over, rubbing a hand over his face. He blinked, then frowned.

“Anna? You okay, love? You hurting?”

“I’m okay.”

“You’re crying.”

“I am? I didn’t realize.”

“What’s going on?” He undid the buckles on her left arm.

“I was having a bad dream.”

His fingers stilled. “The waiting room dream?”

“Yes.”

He pulled the sleeves off her. “Come here.”

Anna cuddled against his side, breathing in his scent. He let her rest there for a while, but then his hand stroked her from collar bone to hip, fingers bumping over her nipple. “Anna, you haven’t been addressing me properly.”

From one breath to the next, Anna’s mood went from melancholy to excited. “I’m sorry, Master.”

ass. “I can still see the marks from the abrasion. I like

it

this?” His hand slipped between the cheeks of her ass, rubbing her anus. Anna sucked in

“I’m sore, Master.”

you like

“Yes, Master.”

ass. “I’m sorry you’re sore. I’m afraid I’m still going to

“Yesterday’s was large.”

dipped his fingers into her pussy, wetting them, then slipped one finger into her ass. Anna

your fault.” He pulled his finger free and slid from the bed to sit in a large plush

his hard cock bob as

ass is far too

through squats three times a week to have this ass means it’s my fault

“Yes. Come here, Anna.”

slid from the bed, stretching

“Over my knee.”

his knee, with her elbows and legs resting on the seat of the wide chair. He rubbed her legs, massaging his way up to her butt. He kneaded the globes, pulled them

us.” Smack. He

“One. Thank you, Master.”

done spanking you, I’m going to lock you in a

“Two. Thank you, Master.”

going to send you to hang out with

ready for what,

it be if I told

don’t think that would

it’s more fun

groaned. She’d lost count, but she didn’t think it mattered. He continued to lazily spank her as they talked, alternating between hard swats and soft

I’m going to write a big

“Yes, Master.”

change my mind about auctioning you off for charity. This pretty ass would

of horror and arousal

sighing in pleasure as it filled her. His eyes

“No, you’re not my slave, and I don’t want you to be. But I’d auction

if someone

grabbed her by the hair, pulling her forward and capturing a nipple in his mouth. He

spank you for

punish me…because you put me up

off. On

order. She wanted

your knees.” His