Three of Hearts

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IC: Chase Banton

The two story house at the end of Elmwood Lane in Appleton NY hadn't had anyone living in it for twenty years. In that time it had fallen into real disrepair. In that time it had passed through many buyers eyes wide with hope and dreams full of the potential this house would fulfill with just a little investment of money and effort. Yet they never stuck through on it. Within a few months the house would go back on the market as the previous owner rapidly moved out. Inevitably there was talk that the house at the end of Elmwood Lane was haunted.

Nonsense of course. Chase knew there was no such things as ghosts, but due to the reputation the house had gone years without an owner, and consequently Chase had been able to get it dirt cheap.

Unfortunately after two decades of neglect the house was hovering somewhere between a fixer-upper and close to being condemned. That was okay with Chase he was a contractor by trade and wanted a long-term project to sink his teeth into. So the Elmwood Lane house was perfect for him.

Chase had so many plans. He was going to remodel the entire house just the way he wanted it, eventually. But first he was going to redo the kitchen. One of his first goals was to cook a meal in his brand new kitchen. Of course the way it was at this point that was some time away. The stove looked like it wouldn't be capable of melting ice cream, and the fridge had things living in it. Also the cabinets and layout was a reject straight out of the sixties. It was too small too. Chase plan was for a large open layout.

So that was why he was spending his first full day knocking down the wall between the kitchen and dining room. He swung his sledgehammer sweat rolling down his body staining his T-shirt. He flung it over his shoulder to wipe the sweat off the back and off the tattoo and the quote from De Sade.

Chase was a contractor to pay the bills and because he loved building things up with his own hands, but he was a member of the fetish community back in Manhattan. He was a dominant, and was planning to make a connection with the small fetish community here in Appleton soon, but first he wanted to get started on his house.

It was unseasonably warm for this time of the year. There was no air-conditioning here. It was sweltering in this house. He had raised a window earlier but the damned thing kept falling closed. He raised it up and placed the stick to hold it up for a while until it eventually slipped and slammed shut again.

He chuckled contentedly pulling the T-shirt off of his body and using it to wipe the seat off of him. The window was just one more thing in this glorious wreck of a house to fix. He laid the T-shirt on the counter next to-where had he put his tools. He could've sworn he had lain them right there when he came in here. He looked around and found his toolbox all the way under the sink.

He didn't recall tucking it under there, but what else could be the explanation. Maybe it was the ghosts that were supposed to haunt this place. No, he must've done it when he was taking a look at the pipes to the kitchen sink an hour or two ago. There was no such things as ghosts. He was the only person in this house.

Then came the voice of someone saying hello. He flinched banging his head on the sink above him.

IC: Quinn

Quinn Donnelson, wedding photographer extraordinaire, angled her camera and adjusted the focus just as the groom leaned in to kiss his bride. What a joke, she thought as she snapped picture after picture of the happy couple on their special day. Who was she to be standing there taking these pictures when she couldn’t even hold her own relationship together? According to her ex Tony, she was too this or too that, never just enough.
As the afternoon wore on, all she could think about was the things Tony had said to her as she packed her things to move. “Quinn, baby, you’re just not submissive enough for me. I need someone who will surrender and commit to me and me alone. You need to find you a Dom that can handle your switch side as well as that generous submissive side.” Tony had told her. Well, maybe he was right.
But then again, maybe she just needed to explore her dominate side. Quinn began thinking about her new roommate, Lacey. Now there was a girl that needed someone to open herself up. Quinn smiled to herself as she thought of Lacey.
Lacey had been by Quinn’s side ever since college. They had become instant friends their freshman year and had remained the best of friends. There were never any secrets between them. Lacey knew everything there was to know about Quinn and Quinn knew everything about Lacey. Lacey even knew the real reason that Quinn and Tony had broken up. She knew all about the type of sex life and lifestyle Quinn led and had even asked her questions.
If it wasn’t for Lacey, not only would Quinn not have a place to stay, but her photography business would not be doing as well as it was. It had been Lacey’s idea to just take the chance and go for broke. So, Quinn began to advertise and promote, and within six months, she was so busy that she had to turn down jobs.
In the beginning, Lacey would go to events with Quinn, but it got to be a little too much for Lacey. See Lacey had a secret that she tried to keep hidden from the rest of the world. Lacey could see and speak to ghost, so she had told Quinn. It wasn’t that Quinn didn’t believe her, it was just… well, it was just.

As the reception began to wind down, Quinn began to pack up her equipment. She found the parents of the bride and told them that Lacey would be in touch when the photos were ready so they could look at them. Getting in her truck and heading home, Quinn began to let her mind wander down a more carnal avenue. She wondered what it would be like to have a more sexual relationship with Lacey. Would Lacey even be open to it? Would she welcome Quinn’s advances? “God I need to get laid” she said as she shook her head, clearing the rampant thoughts. Maybe she should check out that club that was in town? After all, she hadn’t had a good spanking in a while. Maybe they would have a more open mind to switches.

IC: Lacey

Lacey sat on the front porch of the little two story house, her head thrown back and eyes closed, soaking up the heat and rays of the late afternoon sun. It was rare to have this kind of warm weather this late in the year and she was going to enjoy it.
She had been lucky and had inherited the little house when her grandmother had died a few years before. Gosh she missed her. At least with Gigi, she didn’t have to hid the fact that she could hear and see ghosts. Gigi had been the only one that had understood Lacey’s ability and had taught her how to manage it just a little bit.
The only other person in her life that seemed to understand was Quinn, her best friend and roommate since college. At least with Quinn, she could almost be herself. For Lacey, the hard part was controlling this curiosity she had about Quinn and her sexual lifestyle. Many a night, they had sat talking about Quinn’s relationship with Tony and the BDSM relationship they had been involved in.
It was fascinating to Lacey. As well as being a little exciting too. For so long, Lacey had been the ‘good girl, the sweet one’, maybe even a little passive. All during her time in college, the boys she had dated all been of the ‘nice’ persuasion. And the sex had been boring. Listening to Quinn’s stories excited her like nothing else ever had. Her dreams would be consumed by the images of domination that Quinn had told her about. The scary thing for Lacey was that in her dreams it was Lacey that would dominate her. Yet, because of her past, Lacey was scared to act on her feelings. It was hard enough for her to keep her ‘ghost’ secret, never mind the fact that she was somewhat attracted to another female. Her parents would flip. She remembered what it was like when her cousin Martin had outed himself. Poor Martin, he had been completely ostracized from the family. No one would talk to him but Lacey and she had to keep that a secret. Only she knew that he had met someone and that they were happy living the high life in New York City.
“Come on Lacey, you have to go. He is really, really nice,” came the little voice of young Daisy from beside her. Slowly Lacey opened her eyes, dropping her head so that her hair would hide her face. “I told you Daisy, I’m waiting for Quinn. She should be here any minute. Why is this so important?” she answered the little girl that had become a constant around the house.
Daisy was a little girl that had actually been deceased for almost 50 years. She had died accidentally in a car wreck at the tender age of 12. She had grown up in the house down the street and seemed to still haunt it as well as make her way to Lacey’s. For as long as she could remember, Daisy had been a part of her life. She had actually been the first ghost that Lacey had ever talked to.
It seemed that Daisy’s whole purpose was to try and fix Lacey up with some guy or another. But according to Daisy, she just wanted Lacey to be happy.
As they sat on the porch, discussing the new guy down the street, Lacey heard Quinn pull into the driveway. Lacey greeted Quinn and began helping her unload all her equipment from the car.
“So, how did it go? ,” Lacey asked as they carried everything in.
“It went well, got some really great shots of the whole thing. It is probably some of the best I have done,” Quinn responded as they put the equipment away, “so, what is the plan for tonight?”
“Well, we have a new neighbor down the street and I thought we could take him this bottle of wine
I picked up as a sort of ‘Welcome to the Neighborhood.” Lacey smirked as she made her way to the kitchen. “If you do this for me, I’ll make you that chicken marsalia you love so much.”
Quinn rested her hip against the counter as she studied Lacey. She was trying to gage just how badly Lacey really wanted to do this and if she was offering the chicken marsalia then she must want to go pretty bad. “Okay, let me at least put on some jeans and get out of this dress first.” She said as she headed upstairs to her room. “You so owe me Lace!”
When they got to the house and the end of the street, they both couldn’t help but notice the very masculine truck parked in the driveway. “Nice Wheels!” Quinn said stepping up on the worn out porch. “Watch your step, Lace. The steps are really bad. Man, who would want to live here.”
Lacey laughed as she carefully made her way up to the door. “Maybe he is a really hot carpenter.”

Noticing the door was open, the girls walked in. Hearing noise from what seemed like the kitchen; they made their way towards it.
As they walked into the kitchen, they noticed the most wonderfully shaped ass in a pair of tight jeans, as well as a very broad and heavily muscled back.

“Well, hello there!” Quinn said with a definite hint of sexual attraction to it.
“Are you okay,” Lacey asked as she heard him hit his head on the bottom of the sink.

IC: Chase Banton

“Well, hello there!” Came a woman's voice from behind him.

He flinched banging his head on the sink above him. Chase backed out rubbing the sore spot on the top of his head. He turned his head to find two women standing in the kitchen doorway.

The The first one was a brunette in some casual jeans and T-shirt. Following the line of her eyes Chase could see she was appreciating the tight fit of his own jeans over his ass. Bent over and pointing it straight at her like he was, he realized there was nothing much else of him she could look at, but the way her eyes lingered and something in the tone of her voice told him it was not so innocent or casual.

A mental eyebrow quirked at that, and Chase pulled himself up to his feet without turning around letting her see her appreciation of his ass or the play of his muscles of his broad back didn't faze him in the slightest.

Putting the toolbox down on the counter he turned and leaning against the sink. He eyed the first girl with just as much barely veiled interest as she had for him.

It wasn't hard. She was beautiful, and something about her expression told him she'd be just the right kind of trouble. He liked trouble, assuming she liked his own special way of dealing with troublemakers.

“Are you okay,” The woman beside her asked concern in her tone for him.

He raised his hand to rub the little knot forming on the back of his head, and smiled reassuringly to the sweet brunette girl, "Yeah, I'm fine. No damage done."

These two girls seemed like night and day. The first was trouble and spice and the second was all sweetness and innocence. He wondered how they got along...for that matter he wondered why they were here at all.

He cast a questioning glance to the bottle of wine in her hands, "So you wanna explain why you're in my new house?"

IC: Quinn
Quinn stood staring at the gorgeous man standing before her. She loved watching how his muscles contracted with his each and every movement. He was so well defined that she knew he must work out. “Boy, would I love to give him a work out!” she thought as he slowly turned and leaned against the counter.
Her eyes immediately began to taken in all of him. She started at his well- worn boots, traveled up his jean encased thighs, stopped shortly at his crotch and then traveled up to his six-pack abs and to the well- defined chest. There, her heart stopped beating. She couldn’t believe what she was staring at. She had never seen someone with his exact tattoo, but she knew what it meant. He was a Dom.
Her first reaction was to get Lacey away from him. She had to protect her. He was not the type of man that she could handle, he would want too much from her. Her heart began to beat at an erratic pace as she tried to step in front of Lacey to block her from moving forward. She knew that Lacey’s nurturing nature would kick in and she would try and see how bad his head was.
“Damn it,” she mumbled as she noticed that Lacey had already taken a few steps towards the gorgeous specimen standing before them.

IC: Lacey
Lacey couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She had never encountered someone as beautifully built as the man standing before her. Her eyes drank in as much of him as she could. Until she saw his face, it mesmerized her. His eyes were piercing, as if they could see deep into her soul, revealing all its secrets.
Lacey was shocked back into the here and now by a slight push behind her, sending her moving towards the man.
“I’m Lacey, “she said, a little bit breathy as she tried to regain her composure, “and this is my roommate Quinn. We just live down the street and wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.”
“Here, let me look at that and make sure your head is okay.” She said as she moved up to him, extending her arm and trying to reach the back of his head. “Looks like it just might be a small bump, since I don’t see any blood.”

IC: Chase Banton

He cast a questioning glance to the bottle of wine in her hands, "So you wanna explain why you're in my new house?"

He noted the first one's gaze as it surveyed up his jean encased leg. He caught the widening of her eyes as it passed over his crotch. He was above average in size and these jeans didn't hide that fact, and maybe it was for the knock on his head, but the beauty of these two girls and the interest in the eyes of the first one had made him start to harden under the denim constraints of his jeans.

He then caught the way her eyes widened as she caught sight of his tattoo. So she knew what it meant and where it came from. Interesting.

The other had been feasting her eyes on him too, but without the pointed attention to his crotch as the first had. Chase could see a bit of cute blush appear on her cheeks as her eyes climbed over the rolling hillocks of his six-pack abs and over his broad chest. Then up to his face and then over his forehead to the top of his head.

“I’m Lacey," She said a little breathily while pointing to her friend who was eyeing him a little more circumspectly now (yeah, she knows what his tattoo meant-definitely interesting), “And this is my roommate Quinn."

"The name's Chase." He nodded in greeting meeting each of their eyes , first Lacey. When it was Quinn's turn he allowed a knowing smirk to cross his face telling her he knew she had known what he was which clearly suggested all sorts of intriguing things about her own tastes. "I just bought this old place, and I'm going to remodel the whole thing myself."

"We just live down the street and wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” Lacey put in obviously oblivious to what was transpiring between her friend and Chase.

"Is that what the wine's for," He turned his gaze back to Lacey and he smiled running fingers through his hair, "Keep it for me. As you can see the kitchen's in no shape to put anything in it. Though in a few weeks I'm going to make this the first room I finish and be able cook a decent meal, you two will both be invited...either some classic spaghetti with some of my grandma's authentic gravy, that or I make a mean chicken marsala." He ran his hand through his hair but winced when he reached the bump on the back of his head.

Seeing that Lacey stepped forward, and Chase was amused to see Quinn react as if she was getting too close to the gorilla cage at the zoo and swear under her breath.

“Here, let me look at that, and make sure your head is okay.” She said reaching up to examine the bump herself. He bent forward so Lacey could feel it with her fingers. Chase's head was over her shoulder he could smell the shampoo she had used this morning-gardenias. The flowery sweet smell seemed to fit Lacey. He was also close enough to feel her breasts brush against the bare skin of chest, and he had to stop his instinctive response of pulling the beautiful girl tight against him.

"It's actually stopped hurting now...so it shouldn't be too serious."

She pulled back and looked up into his eyes. “Looks like it just might be a small bump, since I don’t see any blood.”

He nodded, "Thanks."

He looked at Quinn and then back to Lacey, "I just moved into town from the city. It's nice to see that famous small-town neighborly attitude isn't a myth."

IC: Lacey

She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Chase, he said his name was Chase, she remembered as she tried to break the hold of his eyes. It wasn’t helping that she had Daisy tugging on her, begging her to invite him to dinner.
Her hand slowly made its way down his hair, across his shoulder and settled on his arm. For some reason, she could not stop touching him. She could feel the warmth and texture of his skin under her hand. She could feel each and every tendon and muscle as his arm moved toward his pocket.

Snapping to her senses, she quickly blurted out her invitation to dinner, never once looking back at Quinn.
“Well, Sir, then in the spirit of small town values and good neighborly treatment, I would like for you to come to our house for dinner tonight. I was planning on cooking anyway, so why not just make it a threesome? Please say you will come?” She asked, not even the least bit aware of what Quinn’s reaction might be.

IC: Quinn

“Damn it! Why does she have to be so innocent sometimes?” Quinn thought as she watched Lacey practically drooling on the man in question. Oh, she knew what that tattoo meant alright and she knew she had to do whatever she could to keep Lacey protected. Just because Quinn had fantasies about her and Lacey, it didn’t mean that she wanted her to go down that road. But then again, with her sweet and loving nature, she would be almost the perfect sub for someone.
Quinn watched as Lacey seemed to move even closer to Chase as she talked to him. And as far as
Chase seemed to not notice that Quinn was even in the room. But Quinn knew better. She knew deep down that Chase knew exactly where she was and what was going on.
Quinn shook her head in disbelief as she heard Lacey asking him to dinner. Oh Lacey, how can I protect you if you say things like that to him and look at him with those hopeful eyes, she thought.

“Hey Lace, I’m not quite sure……..” she was about to say she didn’t think it was a good idea when she was cut off.

IC: Chase Banton

He looked at Quinn and then back to Lacey, "I just moved into town from the city. It's nice to see that famous small-town neighborly attitude isn't a myth."

Lacey had lowered her hand from his head. Her fingertips tracing a line through his hair and over his jaw down his neck and shoulder raising goosebumps in her wake over his skin. Her fingers halted over his bicep as he flexed it underneath. He looked at her to see her blush deepen.

“Well, Sir, then in the spirit of small town values and good neighborly treatment, I would like for you to come to our house for dinner tonight," She said in a breathless rush,

"I was just going to order a pizza tonight." He lifted his hand and traced his fingers over hers peering into her eyes.

"I was planning on cooking anyway, so why not just make it a threesome," She continued.

"A threesome," Chase asked an eyebrow arching higher. Did she understand just what she was saying, or was she just saying things without thinking them through. Or perhaps she wanted to plant a certain image into his brain of where this night could go with them.

He glanced up to see Quinn's reaction to what her roommate had just proposed.

“Hey Lace, I’m not quite sure-” She looked just as stunned as he felt by her friend's forwardness but was cut off.

"-Please say you will come,” Lacey implored him, and something in her eyes. The sweet innocence with something...some potential for more intrigued him enough to make it tempting-too tempting.

He smiled to Quinn and then to Lacey, "Would you mind If I borrow your shower first? Right now I smell like a sweaty guy who's been working his ass off all day, and the pipes in this place are a disaster. I'd rather not spoil the evening making your noses cringe."

His hand over hers squeezed tenderly as he smiled to her which he shared with Quinn. He lifted his other hand for her. "Yes I would like to make tonight a..." His eyes lit up towards Quinn as if sharing a secret joke between them before looking back to Lacey. "...a threesome."

Quinn was practically boiling. She had watched Chase the entire time he was talking to Lacey. She watched the way he lightly grazed her hand with
his fingers as she held onto his bicep. It seemed that Lacey couldn't move a way from him.

It took everything Quinn had to control her temper. Lacey was suppose to be the one who could control herself. Quinn always seemed to jump into things head first, not Lace. Well, it seemed that it was time for Quinn to do some damage control.

'Hey, Lace," Quinn said, taking a small step into the room, "why don't you head back to the house and get dinner started. I can stay here and wait for Chase to grab his things. You know, then walk him back to our place."

Lacey's eyes were glued to Chase. She couldn't seem to look away. She could feel his rough and calloused hands on her hand. She felt like she could stay there staring at him forever.

As if coming out of a deep sleep, she glanced at Quinn. "Sure, your right. I'll just head over to the house and start dinner for all of us." Reluctantly, she pulled her hand from his and began to back out of the kitchen. She brushed past Quinn and gave her a big smile, before turning and heading back towards home. She had a lot to do and in a short amount of time, if she wanted to make a good impression.


Quinn stood in the kitchen, her arms crossed against her chest, waiting till she heard the door shut. She didn't want Lacey to hear anything she had to say to Chase.

Taking a step closer to him, she took a deep breath and let him have it.

"You need to get what ever idea you have in that mind of yours out. Lacey isn't that type of girl. And yes, I know exactly what you are and how you think. I have been with your kind. Lacey is pure, she wouldn't understand your needs or demands. If you want to play nice neighbors, that's one thing, but if you ever hurt Lace, you will have me to deal with."

As she spoke, she moved closer and closer to Chase, so that they were standing almost front to front. "Now, if we are in agreement, why don't you grab your stuff and we can go." She said, turning to walk out of the room.

IC: Chase Banton

His hand over hers squeezed tenderly as he smiled to her which he shared with Quinn. He lifted his other hand for her. "Yes I would like to make tonight a..." His eyes lit up towards Quinn as if sharing a secret joke between them before looking back to Lacey. "...a threesome."

"Hey, Lace," Quinn said, taking a small step into the room, "why don't you head back to the house and get dinner started. I can stay here and wait for Chase to grab his things. You know, then walk him back to our place."

The look on the young woman's face was not that of a woman inviting him to a "threesome" or even to a simple friendly dinner between neighbors, but an expression as if he had just stepped on her cat or something. Chase was still figuring out the relationship between them: they were friends definitely, but he was getting a positive protective/possessive vibe from Quinn over the subject of Lacey to the degree that suggested something more than mere friends-interesting.

Lacey blinked and breathed deeply as if just shaking out of a trance or something. She glanced back to Quinn in response to her. "Sure, your right. I'll just head over to the house and start dinner for all of us." Slowly as if reluctant to break contact with him she pulled back from Chase and made to leave the room. She couldn't or wouldn't break eye contact from him as she did so except when looking at Quinn with a nervous/excited/innocent smile bright enough to light up the room. Then she was gone leaving him and Quinn alone in the kitchen.

Quinn stood there giving him the angry mama-bear glare.

"So.." He stood up from leaning on the counter pulling the sweat-stained shirt back over his head and down his muscular torso. "...I'll go get my things now, and we'll-"

The sound of the front door closing and Lacey leaving interrupted what he was saying and then Quinn came up to him.

"You need to get what ever idea you have in that mind of yours out." She announced, "Lacey isn't that type of girl. I know exactly what you are and how you think. I have been with your kind. Lacey is pure, she wouldn't understand your needs or demands. If you want to play nice neighbors, that's one thing, but if you ever hurt Lace, you will have me to deal with."

She had stepped up so close to him that she was clearly in his personal space and glaring up into his eyes her feet set daring him to do something about it-definitely interesting.

"Now, if we are in agreement, why don't you grab your stuff and we can go." She said, turning to walk out of the room.

She was stopped by his hand on her arm. Chase spun her back around to face him again and looking into her eyes. He then spoke in a voice that had no anger to it. It was flat, even, calm, but it conveyed a sense of danger a potential of disaster tightly constrained by an iron will like a floodgate of a dam just before opening to let the waters crash through.

"Say all that one more time," He told her slowly, "But this time in a much more polite tone of voice, girl."

IC: Quinn

Shivers ran through her body at the sound of his voice. It wasn't because of fear, but of pure desire. His voice was both calming and arousing to her. His hand on her arm causing a tingling sensation through out her body.

"Say all that one more time," He told her slowly, "But this time in a much more polite tone of voice, girl."

Quinn registered what he had said to her with part anger and part anticipation. She was struggling with her desire to please him and her desire to be free of any and all dominate men.

Her anger seemed to win out, fury rising inside her. No one got to talk to her that way anymore. She was her own person, not a submissive.

She took a step back from him, yanking her arm free of his hold.

"You expect me to change my tone. Well, that isn't likely to happen. I'm willing to play nice neighbor for Lacey because for some reason she wants to play the good neighbor. But don't for one minute think I am going to play the types of games you want to play. It's not going to happen. " she snarled at him, trying to convince herself that what she was saying was indeed true.

IC: Chase Banton

"Say all that one more time," He told her slowly, "But this time in a much more polite tone of voice, girl."

Experienced doms developed "kinkdar" after a while where they meet someone and they can usually tell whether they were kinky, and Quinn was making his "Kinkdar" go crazy. Also an experienced dom-well the good ones anyway-learned to pick up on the subconscious clues in body language and facial expressions a submissive minded person gave off often without thinking of it in their reactions.

Chase noted her reactions to his rough handling and level authoritative tone. He saw the way straigtened trying to compensate for the shivers rolling down her spine. He saw the widening of her eyes. He caught the sharp intake of air she breathed, the flush to her skin...etcetera...etcetera. Submissives thought a good dom had something like ESP but it was really just them paying attention to what they were really telling them, which did not always go in line with the words coming out of their mouths. She wanted it. She wanted so much more of it from him. She was practically screaming it at the top of her lungs, but she wanted him to earn it.

She was struggling against it though. Something was seriously blocking her from acting on her desires. As with so many the struggle within the two sides was summoning anger towards him for putting her in this position.

"You expect me to change my tone. Well, that isn't likely to happen," She angrily declared pulling her arm out of his hold and taken a long step back away from him, "I'm willing to play nice neighbor for Lacey because for some reason she wants to play the good neighbor. But don't for one minute think I am going to play the types of games you want to play. It's not going to happen. "

His eyebrow lifted at that again. "I told you to watch your tone."

He took the long step after her and caught her up in his arms. Spinning around he bent her over the kitchen counter. "I realize we just met, Quinn," He declared looking down at the way the denim of her hip-hugging jeans were stretched over the curves of her bent over ass. "But you will speak to me with respect."

Then his hand came down. His palm impacting over the area just under her back pocket of the jeans over her right cheek. It wasn't the hardest spanking he had ever given, but it was hard enough to make the denim and the flesh beneath to make an impression of his hand for a second from its force.

"Now apologize for your rudeness."

"What the hell do you think you are....." Quinn never finished her statement as she felt his arm on her back and his hand landing hard on her ass.

She bite her lip, trying to stifle the moan dying to escape her mouth. Oh, yes! This is what she wanted and more. She knew she was attracted to him, very attracted. She wanted to drop to her knees and beg him to take her anyway he pleased. But her head was fighting it.

She knew she had to do something to get out of this situation and get alone and think.

Using all her strength, she gripped the counter and forced herself up. She turned as fast as she could, pushing him back and away from her.

"How dare you lay your hands on me! No one touches me unless I ask them too and I don't remember giving you an invitation." She screamed at him, her breathing hard and labored as she let loose her anger on
Chase.

IC: Chase Banton

"Now apologize for your rudeness."

Chase had watched her reaction to the spanking carefully. He caught the jerking and relaxing of her body in the aftermath. He saw the way she bit her lips and the way she fought back down the moan from the impact of his hand to her ass.

Yes, Quinn was into this. In fact from her reaction her body was begging him for more. However her mind was fighting it. Something about told him she was a fighter. This girl would be the kind that made you earn every inch of bloody ground she gave up.

She planted her palms against the counter and heaved herself up. It knocked him off balance causing him to take a step back and giving her the room to rise and spin around to glare at him.

"How dare you lay your hands on me," She railed at him, "No one touches me unless I ask them too and I don't remember giving you an invitation."

"Your tone, Quinn," He said firmly but coolly. In the face of her anger he remained calm, in control. In his experience being even tempered did more to assert a dominants power over a sub than flying off the handle did.

Chase took a step towards her so he was right up against her, right in her personal space. The only real move she could make to regain that space was to step back and pin herself against the counter again. She was tall for a woman, but Chase was over six feet. That height advantage gave him another subliminal assertion of dominance over her.

"Speak to me in a respectful tone," He said his words calm and unbroken. His eyes were drilling down into hers, "Or I will bend you back over that counter and give you a spanking you'll never forget."

IC: Quinn

All she could do was stare into his eyes. Her breathing labored as she waged a war within herself. He was so close to her that she could smell his cologne along with the male scent that was all him. Did she give in and speak to him the way he asked or did she continue to protect herself?

His demeanor threw her off. He was suppose to be angry at this point. He was suppose to be backing away from her. Well ,two could play this game.

Slowly, she brought her hand up and rested it over the tattoo on his chest.

"So, you think I should be sweet and demure when I speak to you. Allow you to control what I say, what I do, how I feel?" leaning in to him, her lips only a small distance from his, " That will never happen! No one will ever own me again." She said as she pushed against him and tried to get by.

"If you are still coming for dinner, then I suggest we go. Lace will be wondering what happened to us."

IC: Chase Banton

"Speak to me in a respectful tone," He said his words calm and unbroken. His eyes were drilling down into hers, "Or I will bend you back over that counter and give you a spanking you'll never forget."

She looked up into his eyes. Wide, like she was on the verge of dropping to her knees before him and beg his forgiveness at his words. He could see the war going on with herself over it. Her instinct was to obey, but her need was to push back and fight it. For a long pregnant moment they hung in silent contest of wills.

Finally she raised her hand and placed her palm over the tri-foil BDSM symbol on his chest. "So, you think I should be sweet and demure when I speak to you." She replied, "Allow you to control what I say, what I do, how I feel?"

She leaned into him so her lips were only an inch from his. For a split-second he expected her to kiss him, but instead she continued, "That will never happen! No one will ever own me again."

He raised an eyebrow at that. So, she was once a sub that for some reason was no longer owned by a dominant.

She pushed trying to sidestep past him saying, "If you are still coming for dinner, then I suggest we go. Lace will be wondering what happened to us."

"I warned you, Quinn," He sighed reaching out and grabbing hold of her arm as she was trying to get around him. Chase pulled her back to face the counter. She fought him of course. She was all nails, elbows and knees, but he shrugged all of it off forcing her to bend down with her face against the countertop and her ass in the air.

"You will speak to me in a tone of respect." His palm was at the nape of her neck holding her solidly down as his other hand slammed down over the curve of her ass hard making a loud smack reverberating through the halls of the derelict house. Then another came, and another.

The spanking came hard, but not brutally. Chase didn't believe in hitting women to cause harm, to teach or discipline-well that was another story.

"I warned you, Quinn, You will speak to me in a tone of respect."

She was trapped. Trapped like a caged tiger. All she could do was feel. She could feel his calloused fingers around her neck, feel the strength in his arms as his hand came down on her ass. She fought a war within herself. She wanted to give in, to give him what he seemed to want on so many levels.



She closed her eyes, trying to tamp down the raging hormones within her. She was becoming aroused by him. She wanted him to spank her more, to make her come by just his hand. Yet, she also wanted to run. She wanted to run for the hills and never look back. She knew he was the type of man that could bring her to her knees and make her like it.

She thought about the feel of his hard chest under her hand as she gripped the counter, trying not to let him see how turned on she was.

"Is that all you got Big Boy? Surely, you can do better than this?" she taunted him, praying for him to either stop or .... she wasn't sure what else.

IC: Chase Banton

"You will speak to me in a tone of respect." His palm was at the nape of her neck holding her solidly down as his other hand slammed down over the curve of her ass hard making a loud smack reverberating through the halls of the derelict house. Then another came, and another.

The spanking came hard, but not brutally. Chase didn't believe in hitting women to cause harm, to teach or discipline-well that was another story.

Chase watched her closely now to tell him how far to go. A dominant that didn't listen to what the woman underneath them was saying or what her body was saying was a very poor dominant indeed. The catch in her breath at each blow. The tension to her legs and back. The way she pressed her ass up after each time his hand struck her, as if asking-begging for another.

She needed it all right. Chase was not certain how long she'd gone without having this particular itch scratched, but he could tell it had been a good long while. He noted the way she gripped the counter to hold on rather than push herself back up.

But that was underneath. On the surface she was still defiant. "Is that all you got Big Boy? Surely, you can do better than this?"

His eyes flared at the taunt, but he schooled himself not to lose his temper. Rather he gave it as fuel for the determination he had to put her in her place. He had been trying to hold back due to the fact that they were still veritable strangers. However since she had mistaken that restraint for weakness Chase would have to edify her on the difference.

"I can see that you will need a firmer hand, Quinn," He told her bending over so he spoke directly into her ear and she could feel the heat of his words wash over the skin of her ear.

His hand roved around her hip to reach under her. His fingers pulling the button and zipper free of her jeans. Then that hand pulled those jeans down over her hips and under the curve of the raised cheeks of her ass.

His fingers tightened around her neck telling her not to try getting up as his other hand raised up in the air.

"You will speak to me with respect, Quinn," He said before his hand came down hard on the fleshy part of her buttock. So hard there was an imprint and ripples radiating out from his hand over the cheek of her ass. It came down hard again and again spreading a delicious pinkness over the pale skin of her exposed skin.

Quinn Could feel the callouses of his hand on her neck, felt the heat from his breath against her as he leaned over and spoke to her.

"I can see that you will need a firmer hand, Quinn. You will speak to me with respect, Quinn"

She felt his hand graze her bare skin as he pulled her jeans down. Oh how she wanted this. She wanted to push against him and feel if he was just as aroused as she was. And there in lied the problem. She was aroused. More turned on than she had been in a long time.

Her eyes closed as she felt the strength in each of the smacks landing on her bare skin, a small sigh escaping her lips as she felt each and every blow.

She gripped the counter a little harder, fighting the urge to push back against him and feel his crotch against her. She had to make a choice and quick. Did she submit and give him what he wanted or did she continue to taunt him and see how far he would take this?

She tried to turn her head so she could look at him, but his grip was too strong. She was immobilized, locked in position.

And she was loving it. She was loving the feeling of having a dominant male take over. But she was still waging a war with herself. She had been told she was not a good submissive, wasn't that why she wasn't with anyone now. She hadn't found anyone yet that could make her totally submit. There was always a part of her that wanted to rebel, to test the limits.

Realizing her hands from the counter, she took a deep breath.

"I apologize for speaking so rudely" she said, trying to sound sincere. "I would like very much to take you to my home, that I share with Lacey, and have you enjoy a nice home cooked meal, as well as take a nice hot shower after such a hard day of work. If that will please you, Sir," she added just out of spite.

IC: Chase Banton

"You will speak to me with respect, Quinn," He said before his hand came down hard on the fleshy part of her buttock. So hard there was an imprint and ripples radiating out from his hand over the cheek of her ass. It came down hard again and again spreading a delicious pinkness over the pale skin of her exposed skin.

Chase could feel the need, the heat radiating off of her like he was standing in the humidity of august back in the city. He could hear it in the way her breath caught and was released in that sexy sigh a submissive girl made when he gave her exactly what her body and soul craved for after every time the palm of his hand crashed down into the reddening cheeks of her ass. He could smell it, see the dampening of the panties she wore in a wet little streak where it covered her needy little pussy.

He continued with more hard strikes of his hand to the meat of her buttocks. Each one deepening the red hue to her skin there and spreading it out under her panties.

"Give in, Quinn," He whispered into her ear, "Give me the respect I want from you. You want to-I can tell-but something is stopping you. Let it go. Let the pain wash over you and just be." The last was with an exclaimation of another hard spanking. Yet this one connected where the back of her thigh met the slope of her cute tight little reddened ass. It was where there were less padding so it was the most painful of all the ones before it.

"I apologize for speaking so rudely," She said at last, "I would like very much to take you to my home, that I share with Lacey, and have you enjoy a nice home cooked meal, as well as take a nice hot shower after such a hard day of work. If that will please you, Sir?"

That was what he wanted to hear from her, but...It had sounded...disengenious.

He struck again where her thigh became her buttock. "One more time, Quinn, and with sincerity this time."

"One more time, Quinn, and with sincerity this time."

She heard him loud and clear. But all she could think about was wanting more. Wanting to give in to that baser need and give him every thing he craved , including her own submission.

"Give in, Quinn, Give me the respect I want from you. You want to-I can tell-but something is stopping you. Let it go. Let the pain wash over you and just be."

If he only knew how true those words were. All she wanted to do was give in to him, to let him take her to that place she craved. The few doms she had given herself to had tried, but none had taken her to that complete state of Nirvana. None had taken her to that place were she could completely submit. Derek, her last Dom had tried and had come real close.

And he was partly the reason she was the way she was now. Derek had really done a number on her psyche. As hard as she tried, she was never quite submissive enough for him. There was always something lacking and he made sure that she knew it was her fault. And so, for the last few months, she became the dominant one, always going after what she wanted.

The last few times she had gone to the local club, she made sure that she was able to find a submissive partner to be with, male or female , it didn't matter to Quinn. But each and every encounter had left her wanting. She needed to have her control taken from her, she craved being that submissive partner especially when it came to men. Women were a different story. The only problem with the women she choose was that they weren't Lacey.

There was something about Lacey that she craved. Lacey was a natural submissive, even if she didn't know it.

They had had a few conversations about the lifestyle and Lacey showed interest. She had even asked for Quinn to take her to the club sometime, but Quinn wasn't ready for that and neither was Lacey. Lacey wasn't ready to admit she was attracted to women as well as men and Quinn wasn't ready to see her fall under the spell of a Dom like Derek and see her destroyed.


She felt Chase's hand land hard on her bare skin again, drawing her out of her thoughts. It seemed that he was more in tune with her than she thought, picking up on the hint of sarcasm in her voice.

" Please Sir, excuse and forgive my rudeness earlier." she said, barely above a whisper.

Lacey

Lacey left Chase's home in a daze. She had never met anyone like him before. She had never met anyone who had completely enthralled her the way he had. As she walked back to her house, she absently rubbed her arms when he had touched her, still feeling his warm, calloused hands against her skin.


"See, I told you he was nice and really, really cute!" Daisy exclaimed as she walked with Lacey. "He is just soo cute and really nice. I have been watching him for a few days."

Lacey waited until they had walked in the house before she even addressed the little ghost.

"You were right Daisy. He is cute, but I don't see a guy like him being interested in someone like me. He is probably more interested in a girl like Quinn. Someone a little more out going and well, more experienced than me."Lacey said as she made her way to the kitchen.
Stopping in the living room on the way, Lacey turned on some music and made her way to the kitchen to start dinner for the three of them

As she began preparing the chicken and vegetables for their meal, she glanced at her watch, wondering what was taking them so long to get back. Going back to her preparations, Lacey lost herself in the music as she cooked, hoping she would make a good impression on Chase.

IC: Chase Banton

"I apologize for speaking so rudely" she said, trying to sound sincere. "I would like very much to take you to my home, that I share with Lacey, and have you enjoy a nice home cooked meal, as well as take a nice hot shower after such a hard day of work. If that will please you, Sir," she added just out of spite.

He struck again where her thigh became her buttock. "One more time, Quinn, and with sincerity this time."

Chase watched her carefully and resisted the urge to rub his hand over the hot and throbbing swatch of reddened skin of her buttocks. A little tenderness at the right moment made the sting all the more effective. However spanking her to demand the respect from her he was due was one thing, but anything more would be taking advantage of her, and Chase drew the line in this right there.

So when she spoke it was low-barely more than a whisper. In her tone it was evident to Chase that Quinn had her weapon of choice (a sharp sarcastic attitude) lowered as she said, "Please Sir, excuse and forgive my rudeness earlier."

His hand stopped over the flesh of her buttock and it was Chase's turn to struggle against his instincts. She had given in and embraced her submissiveness, and everything in him was telling him to press forward and take the ground she had given him, and part of him wanted to...he hadn't had a submissive that needed him as much in this moment as Quinn did since Maria back in the city.

His hand lingered over her ass. He could feel the heat from the reddened skin underneath calling him like the sirens of mythology. If he was free to act he'd move his hands over her buttocks and stroke a finger over the lips of her sex, a little reward for her submission to him, and then he'd-

-But she wasn't his submissive.

Quinn was only a woman, a new neighbor, that he had only met minutes before. He needed to pull back, before he went over a line he shouldn't cross. He looked down at the beautiful young woman bent over his kitchen counter open and vulnerable to him. Perhaps if circumstances were different he would get a chance to heed the call of her siren's song of submission to him, but not now.

His hand lifted off of her buttocks and pulled her jeans back up over them. Then the hand on her neck followed suit freeing her to straighten back up. He took a step away conscious of the hard and obvious erection he was sporting in his jeans.

"Come on," He told her when she looked over to him, "You're roommate is probably wondering what's taking us so long."

He pulled his shirt back on over his head. Once done he looked back to her, wondering if he was a lesser man how this just now would've ended with Quinn.

He went into the next room. The house's living room, which was the room that needed the least amount of work-at least so far-in renovations you never knew what you would find needs to be done once you start. In here he had the boxes of his things he'd brought from his tiny one room apartment in Soho back in the city. He also had the air mattress he'd been sleeping on while starting the work on this house.

He pulled out a clean shirt and khaki pants as well as some nice shoes out of his luggage. Gathering them in his arms he raised back up and turned to see Quinn.

He had a box with his rope and snap-hooks and leather wrist and ankle restraints open and in plain view to her.

"Quinn," He said to her, "Let's go. We don't want to keep Lacey waiting forever."

Quinn released the breath she didn't realize she had been holding, once she felt her jeans rise and the hand on her neck loosen it's grip. All of the sudden, she missed the warmth of his body close to hers.

"Come on, your roommate is probably wondering what's taking us so long."


She heard his words, but it took a minute for them to register. Her mind was off in the land of make believe. The land where he finished what he started. The land where she was on her knees, begging him to give her the release she sought. The land where...... well, where anything could happen.

She heard him leave the room and slowly stood, taking deep breaths to settle her nerves as well as the arousal she was feeling.

As she walked into the living room, she saw him kneeling in front of a box, obviously grabbing clothes. But it was the vision of his body in front of her that had her attention. The width of his shoulders, the narrow waist and that magnificent ass.

God but he had a great body, strong, competent, able to hold her down and completely subdue her.

She tore her gaze away from him, not wanting to become any more aroused than what she was. She began to scan the sparsely decorated room. Her eyes took in all the boxes as well as the blown up air mattress. She wondered if this was where he slept. And how did he sleep> Did he were boxers or pajama bottoms, shorts or maybe even nothing at all. Slowly, she looked at the other boxes on the floor. Then she saw it. The box of treasures. Ropes, snap-hooks and leather wrist and ankle restraints , all in plain site. She couldn't help but gawk.

Her body had missed these devices for so long. She longed for them again. Absently, she rubbed her wrists, imaging the feel of the leather or even the rope against them.

"Quinn, let's go. We don't want to keep Lacey waiting forever."

"What? Oh, yeah your right. Come on" she said as soon as she realized he was talking to her. Taking her eyes off the box, she quickly made her way to the front door. She needed to get out of this house and back on solid ground, her ground.

IC: Chase Banton

He had a box with his rope and snap-hooks and leather wrist and ankle restraints open and in plain view to her.

"Quinn," He said to her, "Let's go. We don't want to keep Lacey waiting forever."

He noticed the way she was looking at his patent leather restraints, and the way her hands subconsciously rubbed over her wrists where they would be placed against her skin. He suddenly felt like such a huge dick to wind her up so much back there only to shut her down before giving her what she needed so badly.

But she wasn't his submissive.

They left his house-he was still getting used to the sound of that: his house. They walked down the street. She was beside him on the sidewalk, but he paid attention to her, every nuance, every gesture.

She wasn't his submissive.

Down the street was a little house with a large sign in front of it saying: Donnelson Photography Limited. She made her way up to the front door, and he followed after her watching the sway of her ass. He wondered if she still felt the sting from the spanking he gave her. He wondered how badly she had wanted him to finish what he had started. Not as much as he did now he'd wager.

But she wasn't his submissive.

Inside the house the first floor had been converted into a professional photography studio with a reception area, a camera room, and dark room to develop the old fashioned film prints.

"I saw this place when I moved in here," He told her, "I didn't think anyone lived here."

He followed that swaying ass up the stairs. About half way up he started to smell the aroma of Lacey working over a pan of Chicken Marsala.

"Sorry we are so late," He told her, "Me and Quinn had to settle something between us."

He gestured down the hallway and the open bathroom door. "I'm going to take a shower and get dressed up. Thanks again for letting me use it."

He nodded to Quinn as he passed her to step inside the bathroom. He had been in his house for two days with no working water...he hadn't thought he'd miss something as simple as showering this much. He undressed and turned on the shower. It was nice and warm and he allowed himself a moment to soak it in before getting down to business of cleaning of the hard-earned coating of sweat he had attained working on demoing his kitchen all day.

He had just finished with his shampoo when he felt a breeze and heard something like a mischievous giggle and the sound of the toilet flushing. Suddenly the warm water became icy cold and he howled jumping to turn off the water. One of them had snuck in here and thought they'd be funny. Fuming he rushed out of the shower to find that the bathroom door was wide open and down the hall was both Lacey and Quinn staring back at him.

He was standing there dripping wet and completely naked...completely naked and in plain view of two women he had only just met.

His cheeks colored only just slightly. He grabbed a hot pink towel that proclaimed in bold white cursive script: Sassy Girl and wrapped it around his waist. That way he'd protect what little modesty he had left with these two girls.

He crossed his arms and gave each of them a level 'now I'm serious' look. "Alright, which one of you came in here and flushed the toilet."