by lanie love
I take a deep breath before I begin because I know she's really not going to like what I do to her. This could make or break us from moving forward.
I grab the tickle feather and place it on her left shoulder, lightly and slowly moving it across her body. I start with her breasts because they are the most sensitive. I’ve just made sure of it. I circle around each perfectly shaped mound and tickle each nipple before moving to her arms spending extra time tickling her armpits.
She’s squirming away from the light touch of the feather, but I slowly and meticulously caress every inch of her soft sweet skin with it. Randomly and without warning, I lightly touch her arms, legs, chest, and stomach. I stop when I see goosebumps appear and I know her body is alive from the unwanted sensations.
I go over to the wall and grab a light fur flogger. It’s nothing like the harsh leather one I first used on her. I begin to strike her with it. She instinctively jumps at the surprise of being hit. I hit her again and again. Each time her body tightens with the hope of pain and then relaxes when none comes. I purposely find a different spot on her body as not to give her time to anticipate the blow.
Her body is now in a tailspin, confused over the gentle sensation and the anticipation of pain. She’s fighting against herself. Her breathing becomes rapid as she pulls against her restraints.
Seeing that she's had enough, I drop the flogger on the floor. Her body goes completely still from the sound. I can tell she is listening, trying to figure out what I have planned for her next, but I stand completely still, letting her anticipation build.
She startles when I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me. I grab hold of her chin with my fingers and gently kiss her lips. Tenderly, I kiss her neck, making my way down to her breast. I take my time, gently and patiently sucking each one, getting it wet, then blowing cool air to make it pebble hard. I moan when her body shivers because I know it's in protest. My girl would rather I bite them. Subconsciously, she’s biting her lip to show me how.
I know how much she is hating my gentleness right now, but I'm thoroughly enjoying it. I bend down and tuck my thumbs in her panties, dragging them slowly down her legs, softly caressing them with my fingers as I go. She wiggles that tight little ass wanting me to spank her. As tempted as I am, I resist the urge and squeeze it hard instead. But the sight of that pink clit peeking out at me makes me lose all control. I'm all hands, mouth, and tongue as I gently kiss her belly and inner thigh. She begins to squirm away so I grab her ass with my hand, locking her in place.
Fuck the punishment, I just want to pleasure you, Angel. I want that pussy dripping wet. I want you squirting all over my face. I cup her pussy with my hand. I want so much to slip a finger inside of her. She grinds herself against my hand. Mmmm, that's right, you want it too, don't you?
I press my hand up harder, putting more pressure on her clit. She throws her head back and moans in absolute pleasure as her clit becomes extremely hard. She’s so close to coming, but she stops and stills her movements. She gasps as the realization dawns that she nearly let me masturbate her to orgasm. Reluctantly, I un-cup my hand and spread her juices over her inner thigh. Grabbing her leg, I drape it over my shoulder while I lick the juices off, nipping and sucking her thigh clean, imaging it was her clit in my mouth.
“Mmm, you taste so good. I can't wait to taste you properly. I want to lick that sweet pussy just like this,” I whisper as my tongue moves in a tight circle on her thigh. “It's going to feel so good. I won't stop until you come all over me. I want to be soaking wet with your cum, Angel.”
Fuck me. Did I just call her Angel out loud? Shit, I hope she didn't hear it.
If she did or didn’t, it no longer matters because out of that sweet, sexy mouth comes the words I have been dreaming about since I first laid eyes on her.
“Oh, yes, sir. Please, please do it now. I need to come, please.” I know she is just desperate for release so I stop before we go too far. “No. Please, don't stop.”
And Fuck me, if she doesn't start to dip down. She’s doing everything she can to get her pussy into my mouth. She nearly succeeds so I quickly stand up. I grab the back of her head and kiss her gently on her mouth, tasting the carrot glaze that still on her lips. The need for air separates us and I rest my forehead on hers in an effort to control my breathing and calm her down.
I would give anything to give you what you think you want tonight, Angel. But you're not thinking clearly and I know you'd end up regretting it. That would kill me much more than knowing how much I'm disappointing you right now.
I'm alarmed by the sound of her crying. I lift the blindfold off of her face and look at her as the tears stream down her face. She looks into my eyes, which only makes her cry harder.
Fuck. What have I done?
“Fuck, Sage.” I quickly unhook her and carry her over to the bed. I wrap a sheet around her as I sit her gently down. “Sage?” I call to her after a moment, but she doesn’t respond. I bend down in front of her and lift her head so that she looks at me. I cup her cheeks with both hands and wipe away her tears. She pulls her head out of my hands and begins to cry again. Shit, Angel. What did I do? “Did I hurt you?” I ask, almost afraid of the answer. I'm relieved when she shakes her head. I reach out for her again, but she runs. “Sage,” I call after her, but she continues to run out of the room. I grab her clothes and follow her to her room. I knock but there is no answer, so I slowly enter. I hear the shower running so I put her clothes on the chair and sit on the bed to wait for her to finish. “Your clothes,” I say, nodding my head in their direction when she emerges from the bathroom.
“Thank you.”
“Do you want to be alone?”
“No, sir.” She sits next to me on the bed.
“Can you tell me what happened,” I ask and she shakes her head no, which frustrates me. I need to know what happened. “Why didn't you safe word,” I ask, horrified that I may have hurt her and she didn't let me know. I need to know that she will safe word if a scene becomes too much for her to handle. The thought of causing her a moment of unwanted pain is sickening to me.
“There was no need to, sir, you didn't hurt me. It wasn't you.”
“Miss Turner,” I say firmly, trying to bring back my Dom, but I know I have failed miserably when I see her hide a smile. At least you're smiling again, Sweet Angel. “If this arrangement is going to work, we need to be honest with each other.”
“Honest,” she asks, with a sarcastic laugh. “You want me to be honest?” Of course, I want her to be honest. “Okay, umm, let's see, well, tonight, just now in the playroom, while you were being gentle with me—”
“Sage, it was a punishment. I knew you wouldn't like it. You weren't meant to,” I try to explain. Surely, she knows how punishments work, but she shakes her head at me.
“But I did. I did like it. I was begging for you to… oh, God,” she says, putting her head in her hands
Fuck the life out of me. She liked it? She fucking liked it!
“Sage, your body was expecting pain and when that didn't happen, it had to compensate,” I say, trying to convince myself as much as her, because the fact is, I was gentle with her and she fucking liked it.
“No. sir, you don't understand,” she says getting up off the bed to pace in front of me. It’s a move I know well.
“The other night I was home with JR and he started to… he was gentle with me like you just were, but—”
Well, that visual just caused my dick to shrivel up and die. But wait, what? She's trying to tell me that she's upset because she felt something with me and not with him?
“You didn't feel anything,” I finish for her. Hopeful that is the case.
“No, sir,” she says getting upset again. “When the man I love touches me, I can't feel a damn thing unless I hurt myself, but when you, an almost complete stranger touches me, I beg for him not to stop. God. What is wrong with me? I'm never going to be normal. I am beyond fucked up.”
Stranger
? Is that how she still sees me?
“Enough.” The anger in my voice makes her jump a little. I take a deep breath to calm down and get over the sting of her words. “Sage, I am not going to stand here and let you beat yourself up,” I tell her, becoming sick and tired her thinking that what she is and what we do is fucked up. Suddenly she burst out into full-blown laughter. For a moment I'm at a loss as to what the fuck is so funny. Then it dawns on me what I just said. Yeah. Yeah. I'm a riot. “You feel better,” I ask after she calms down and stops laughing.
“A little, but I'm still confused. I don’t understand why I’m aroused with you and not with JR?”
Because you are mine, Angel, that's why. The sooner you admit it to yourself and stop feeling guilty about it the happier we all will be.
“Sage, this is all new to you. You need to stop putting so much pressure on yourself. Most importantly, you need to stop letting other people define what's normal and not normal for you. You have to figure out for yourself what you want and what you need. Maybe I can help you do that.”
“Thank you, sir,” she says as I lead her back to the bed to sit down.
“Well, as your Dom, it's part of my job,” I tell her as I flick the tip of her cute little nose with my finger, making her giggle.
And although it is true as her Dom it is my job to make sure she's okay not only physically, but emotionally. The real truth is the thought of leaving her at the hands of a boyfriend that is so completely oblivious to how much she hates herself, is abhorrent to me. I kiss her gently before leaving her to get dressed.
“Sir,” she calls for me and I turn to look at her.
“How many submissives have you had?”
Damn.
“Quite a few. I’m not really one to keep count.”
“And did they all stay here,” she asks, looking around the room.
“No, they were just women I hired for a few nights at a time when I broke up with my fiancée.” That last part seems to interest her. I suppose she didn’t find much about Jen. There is no trace of her in the media and clearly, she doesn’t talk to Allie about me.
“The woman whose voice I heard on the phone… was she your submissive?” The high pitch of her voice lets me know she wants it to be true.
Damn, I've been dreading her asking these questions.
“No, she was my fiancée.”
“But she called you Master,” she says and I nod.
Fucking Jen, biggest mistake of my life, I swear.
“She did,” I sigh. “It was her way of making me angry, thinking that it would make me want to punish her.”
“I don't understand. How would that make you angry?”
“I never allow a sub to call me Master, unless she is special to me. She has to be someone that I value above everything else,” I tell her truthfully.
“Are you saying you didn’t value your fiancée above everyone else?”
“Our relationship was more of a way to get what we both wanted. We were more addicted to each other’s dysfunctions than anything else and she was great in bed.”
“Oh,” she says. I hide the grin on my face when hers sours at the thought of me and Jen. “Why did you two break up then?”
Because she demeaned my staff, and my siblings. Because she tried to use my mom as a way to manipulate me into loving her. Because she's an opportunistic psycho who broke in here and tried to seduce me. Because she reminds me of the person who I was and hated.
“Love just doesn’t seem to be for me,” I tell her. “I don’t see any use for it and I couldn’t pretend to love Jen anymore.”
“Oh,” she says. “Um, have you ever… I mean... Did you ever love anyone at all?”
Shit, I was hoping she wouldn't ask me that.
“Once. She was killed a long time ago. So, I don't do love anymore, Sage.”
Just so we're clear, love is not where you and I are headed, Sweet Angel.
“Oh.” I'm sorry about that, Angel, but I'm incapable of love now. “But how many of your subs have called you Master?”
“None.”
See? I'm the one who's fucked up. Much too fucked up for love.
I leave her to get dressed and go downstairs in the great room to wait for her. I stand there looking out the window at the city below, wishing that things could be different. I wish that I could be different. I wish I could love, but that was ripped away from me when I lost Janelle. All those intense sessions in therapy has made me realize how in love with her I was and how much her death changed me. Try as he might, that asshole quack doc still can’t get me to see love as anything but a useless emotion. Loving Dad destroyed mom. Loving Janelle destroyed me. Nothing is worth that. I try not to react when I feel Sage standing behind me, but my body still tingles in spite of myself. Ever the obedient sub, she waits patiently for me to acknowledge her.
“Do you have everything, Miss Turner,” I ask, turning from the window to look at her, voiding my face of any emotion that might be there. That naughty little journalist inside of her is always trying to read me.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good,” I say as I walk her to the elevator. “We’ll continue our training tomorrow then?”
“Absolutely, I’m learning a lot,” she says. I eye her to see if she’s joking, but she’s damn serious. “And Mr. Wade, I'm truly sorry for the things I said to you the other night. I didn't mean it. I don't really feel like I'm wasting my time. In fact, it's quite the opposite.”
“I know,” I say, resisting the urge to kiss her goodbye. “Tomorrow, then.” I nod to Collin and Sage turns to look at him, apparently, not knowing he was there. Yeah, he is a stealthy bastard, I know. I look at her as the elevator doors begin to close, remembering what happened last time, I wonder if she's learned her lesson tonight.
“Sage,” I say in warning.
“Sir,” she says softly, as the elevator doors close.
Mmm, there's my good girl.
Chapter Twenty
Downtown Los Angeles
Sage Turner’s Loft
Sage Turner
Friday morning, I catch myself humming a little tune as I pack up my cubicle. I keep thinking about my meltdown in our training yesterday. I’d like to say I was embarrassed, or heck, in guilty still about it. But even as I lay awake last night next to JR, there is only one thing that kept running through my mind:
He called me Angel.
I can’t get this stupid song I’ve been humming out of my head since I woke up and I blame Laura for singing it the other day. She’s so happy, sometimes, it’s sickening. Thank God, for the reprieve from Mr. Wade chatting with me on my laptop. He demanded I keep him company while he sits through a “boring” meeting with his department heads. He says it's to make up for the fact that I had to cancel our playroom sessions this weekend for my trip to Santa Barbara to see Dad.
Sage: Shouldn't you be paying attention to this meeting, after all, they do help you run your company.
I start to pack as I wait for his response. I find myself wondering how in the hell did I fit all this stuff in this tiny cubicle.
Kent: I read through all this shit an hour before any of them came to work. Let them talk to eachother. It makes them feel important.
Sage: What a horrible thing to say about your employees. I would think you would have a higher opinion of the commoners that work under you.
Kent: Nothing common about these pricks. I overpay them and then I'm forced to babysit them. You are supposed to be distracting me from work.
Sage: I am sorry, sir, I’m not myself this morning; you see I had an intense session with my Dom last night and he refused to give me an orgasm, so it makes it very difficult to function correctly.
Ha, How's that for distraction?
Kent: Oh, Miss Turner, I'm sure your Dom would love to give you an orgasm, in fact, he'll do so right now, if you're in such a need.
He's got to be joking.
Sage: Sir?
Kent: Do you want to come
, Sage?
I stare at the words until my eyes blur. I look around me like someone else can see them scooting closer to my monitor before I type.
Sage: Yes, sir, but I’m in a cubicle, ya know. Everyone can see me.
Kent You could always come here.
Sage: Wait, are you being serious? What if I run into Aaron or Allie?
Kent: I’m sure you’ll think of something. Come here now.
Sage: I can’t. I just got to work.
Kent: Figure out a way. You have one hour to get here, or I will come there and throw you across your desk and I don't care who sees. You’ll really have some explaining to do then. And don’t think they won’t let me in.
Sage: No, don’t. I’m coming.
Kent: When you get here, ask for Collin, he will show you to my office.
Sage: Yes, sir.
Holy Shit. When will I learn not to tempt this man? Okay. Okay, I can do this.
I quickly throw the rest of my stuff in boxes. I phone my boss, saying that I am feeling ill and need to go home. I rush to my car, fling my huge box in the back seat and race downtown to Wade Plaza.
…..
Walking through the lobby, I feel like everyone knows why I’m there. I used to attention, but now I feel like I have a huge scarlet letter on my forehead. Please don’t let me see Allie. A sea of tall, well-dressed men ahead of me have phones plastered to their ears and I try to blend with them until they go and split apart to let me pass. I roll my eyes at the chivalry. A blonde sits at the front desk and gives me a helpful smile. Before I can ask for Collin, he appears. Like he did the first time he brought me to see Mr. Wade, he escorts me right to his door, opening it for me.
Wow, is all I can think as I stand there taking it all in: from the large seating area to the mammoth desk that occupies the middle of the room. Everything in this office is high tech, high end, and modern. It all screams power, including the beautiful man sitting confidently behind his huge desk, now staring intently at me.
Collin has discreetly disappeared and I stand there at a loss as to what do now that I am actually in his office with him. The pep talk I gave myself on the drive over here is failing miserably and my thoughts are turning on me.