Prologue.

A small shriek of delight passed my lips as I felt the air against my skin. I didn't realize how much I missed riding a bike until now.

I moved faster, grinning as my hair blew against the wind. I loved it.

"Khloe!" I heard a yell and I stopped suddenly, making the bike come to a standstill. I almost flew off the bike but a hand stopped me.

I turned around, my eyes wide with fear. Shit. Fuck. I looked into his stormy green eyes, which shone with anger.

"What did I tell you Khloe?" he gritted out, and it was only then that I realized that he was also on a bike. I didn't realize that he was following me.

"Um... Uh..." I stammered, knowing I was going to get it for this.

"Um what?" he snarled, his hand tightening on my arms.

"You told me not to ride the bike." I looked down, feeling like the kid who got caught stealing the cookies.

"Do you purposely defy me Khlo?" Ian asked, lifting my face to his.

I shook my head violently. To the extent that it felt like it was going to fall off.

"What are we going to do about this misdemeanor of yours kitten?" he asked, but I knew that it was a rhetorical question. I didn't answer. "Let’s count. One- disobeying me. Two - Putting yourself in danger. Three- Not even using a fucking helmet. Are there more that I should know about Khlo?"

I shook my head. "No Ian."

"What?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. Shit.

"N-No," I stammered. "S-Sir."

"I will punish you right here Khlo," Ian said and I stared at him in surprise and disbelief. Here meant the highway, where so many cars passed through us and so many people too.

"I will drive us to my car. Once we get there, you will take off your panties and put in the ben wa balls that are in the dashboard. Then you will stand on the highway and ask for lifts. For each positive answer, you will be spanked."

I knew I would get spanked at least a fifty times. I was dressed in tight biker jeans that stuck to my skin like second skin and a halter neck blouse which enhanced my assets very well.

It would be an effort to get people to say no.

Holy fuck.

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Khloe Pearson - Ms. Goody Two Shoes with a secret fantasy that she is too scared to let anyone know about. No one knows about it, but one person. And that one person is in her past. Or so she thinks.

Ian Wilder - Mr. Sex on Legs and a dominating man searching for one girl. Khloe Pearson. He knows her deepest darkest secret and he cannot wait to explore the possibilities of this. But when he finally finds her, will she accept him?

Most importantly, will she submit to him?

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2009.

"Khloe," his voice came out dark and dominant. I shivered. I knew why he was like that. Why he was so mad.

"Ian I--" I started but he cut me off with one look. His stormy blue eyes met mine and I saw the disappointment in them.

"I told you that I don't like you even talking to other guys," he spoke in a deadly cold tone. "But you not only talk, you hug them too. Do you want to be punished Khloe?"

"N-No," I stammered, but I felt my panties become tight all of a sudden. My core throbbed and I felt my nipples perk up.

"How many times have I told you that you are mine kitten?" Ian asked, walking towards me. There was nowhere to run. We were in the empty park behind the school and I knew that there was no use running. He would find me. He always did.

"I have to tell you something," I said, ignoring his question, making him more mad at me. But I had to tell him. Now. Or I would never be able to tell him.

"Yes?"

"I got into East London University," I said quickly. "I am going to leave next week."

He raised one perfect eyebrow. "East London University?" he said slowly, testing the words. I nodded.

"I wanted to tell you before I left." I said. "And you got into NYU."

"I thought you wanted to go to NYU." Ian said and I squirmed uncomfortably.

"But I want to go to London more." I spoke. Besides, I need to escape you, I thought. He wasn't good for me, he wasn't good for my system.

"So what does this mean for us?" Ian said, but I caught the dark and threatening tone in his voice.

"We should end this," I said in an even and firm tone.

"Not so fast, my little pet," Ian smirked and sauntered towards me. I backed up and belatedly realized that I was against a tree. Fuck. My. Life. "I still have one week and you are still my submissive little girlfriend for that one week."

"Let's end this now Ian," I said hoping that he would listen to me. I was trying to be strong. But him being so close to me was wrecking havoc on my body. On my senses.

"Did I ask you for your opinion kitten?" Ian said, his voice hard.

I shook my head.

"Answer me kitten!" he snarled as his hand reached out and he twisted one nipple. Hard. A squeal left my lips and I shook as I spoke.

"No sir."

"You going to come back here kitten?" Ian asked, but the look on his face told me that he knew the answer to that question. Of course he did. I shook my head.

"No, I am not. I plan on staying in London." I spoke in a strong voice. Hopefully, it did come out strong. I knew what Ian was capable of. The hold he had on my body was scary. He could delude my mind any day. My body was his puppet and he exactly what strings to pull.