My Ex's Revenge: Dominated, Punished, and Forgiven

After a series of relationships sabotaged by her own controlling ways, Regina returns to the man she remembers being happiest with, only to find him changed. Connor has learned a lot about himself and about the world since they were last together, and if she wants to be with him now, she will be the one to surrender control. A fulfilling and charged relationship may await, but only after Connor has made her suffer for her past transgressions and made it very, very clear who is the dominant and who is the submissive.

Excerpt:

"Now," he said. "Look in the mirror."

I turned and saw myself, pale and feeling a little gangly as I stood with nothing but shoes on in this strange building and in this strange room. My face was flushed and even across the room I could see the erectness of my nipples. Next to me stood Connor, still in his suit and his intense eyes alight. Though I didn't entirely understand why, it was incredibly arousing to see myself naked and vulnerable beside this man, handsome and powerful and well-clothed.

"This is your uniform," he explained. "When you are in this room, this is how I expect you to present yourself. You are to be available to me in whatever way I deem necessary, whether for punishment or satisfaction or reward. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I said quietly.

"Good. Then go and bring me that chair against the wall."

I turned and noticed for the first time a grey folding chair propped against the wall. I went and brought it to him. The metal was cool against my fingers and my hip as I carried it.

"Set it here," he instructed, indicating directly in front of him.

I unfolded it and set it on the ground. He took a seat in it.

"Now lie on my lap, here."

I regarded him nervously, but when I hesitated his eyes rose to meet mine, coolly expectant. I took in a shallow breath and then bent over and draped myself awkwardly over his knees. My stiff nipples brushed over the soft cloth of his pants and I rested my palms against the floor in front of my face. My ass was pushed high in the air by the posture, becoming the most prominent part of my body. My hair fell forward and over my face, and my toes rested against the floor on his other side.

I stifled a gasp as I felt a hand caress my ass cheek and run down the back of my thigh.

"This is going to be a simple atonement today," he said. "This is to make the nature of our relationship clear to you."

I breathed deliberately, waiting for the pain to begin.

"Regina, when you are being punished or are about to be punished and I am speaking to you, I would like you to respond to me by saying 'yes, sir.' I want to be sure that you hear and understand me, and that you never become so pre-occupied by what we are doing that you cannot learn the lesson you are here to learn."

"Yes, sir," I said to the floor, already partially distracted by the sensations of his fingers on my skin.

"Thank you. You are learning very quickly. Don't think I do not recognize and appreciate that."

I felt a small warmth of pride at his compliment. His hand was cupping my ass.

"Now, I would like you to tell me what is about to happen is about to happen."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Sir."

"I would like you to tell me why you are being punished." His hand moved smoothly across my sensitive skin. I noticed how wet I had become. I did not entirely understand why I was so aroused.