He dropped his hand, placing it back on the counter but continued to look her in the eye.
She was looking at him with surprise on her face. “Drew, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. I mean, I didn’t mean to infer—”
He put his hand up to interrupt her. “Stop. How could you? You just hit a nerve. You’re actually the first person in a long time to make me want to forget about my job. No more apologies. Let’s just eat lunch.”
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, lightly at first but then becoming more intense as both of her hands came up to his face and pulled him in closer. He pulled away after a moment, breaking the kiss with a few smaller ones, and then leaned back.
“I’m really sorry, Drew.”
He nodded and then turned back to their lunches.
“We should eat before this gets any colder.”
He dipped a corner of his sandwich into his soup and took a generous bite, groaning loudly. “I forgot how amazing these are!”
She laughed and took a bite of her sandwich. “See? I told you!”
When they had both finished their soups and sandwiches, Scarlett got up to put the dirty dishes in the sink. He got up and followed behind her, startling her when she turned around.
“What are you doing?”
Instead of responding, he stepped forward, forcing her to take a step back and bump up against the sink. He placed both hands beside her on the counter, leaned down and whispered into her ear, “I love you in that color. I can’t wait to wrap you up in it again.”
He ran his nose down her cheek until his lips met hers in a sensuous kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clutching his hair in her fingers, deepening the kiss. He groaned loudly and then pulled apart from her.
“Every time I’m in this kitchen, I want to throw you up on this counter and have my way with you.”
“So do it. I’m not stopping you.” She reached out to pull him back to her, but he put his hands up and walked backward, smiling.
“I’ve never hated my job more than I do right now, but I have to go make these calls or I’m afraid I’ll be pulled away even longer. “
She pushed her lower lip out, pouting, and ran her hands seductively up her body, over her breasts, then leaned back into the counter. “Okay, well, I’ll be ready whenever you are.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Are you teasing me again, naughty little kitten?”
She shook her head. “Nope. Just making you a promise.”
He clucked his tongue as he turned and walked away. “Oh, I’m going to hold you to that promise, beautiful.”
Hannah couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across her face as Drew walked away. He wanted her. He really wanted her. She was doing this submissive thing right. It was going better than she had thought it would. Still smiling, she walked into the bedroom. She decided she would go outside and spend some time by the pool. The sun was out and maybe she could catch some extended summer sun. She opened the wardrobe to look for a bathing suit. She found a simple black bikini and pulled it on. The top had ample coverage, but when she turned around and looked in the mirror, more of her ass was showing than was covered. Hmm, not half bad, she thought, deciding to keep it on.
She walked into the living room and opened the French doors that led out to the pool. One of the advantages to staying in a bungalow was that each one had its very own private pool and hot tub. The back yard was completely surrounded by an eight-foot oak fence but was beautifully landscaped with flowers and bushes to create an almost tropical feel. After grabbing some sunscreen and a towel from a cabinet against the house, she made her way over to one of the lounge chairs.
It was a gorgeous day without a cloud in the sky. If only she’d thought to bring her phone out so she could listen to some music, but she was too comfortable to get up and go back in the house. Instead, her head filled with thoughts of Drew and the time they had spent together so far. As this was her first auction experience—well, her first submissive experience, if she was being honest—she had no idea if the way Drew was being with her was expected.
Domme Maria had given the impression that her time as a submissive would be much more taxing in nature. But thus far, Drew had demanded very little of her, and this seemed more like a weekend spent with a lover than a Dominant. The sexual chemistry between them was instant and electric, and in no way was she “performing.” She was truly enjoying his company and had to admit the sex was amazing. She wasn’t going to fool herself into thinking all outcomes with a Dominant would be this easy or natural. She had gotten lucky.
After a half hour in the hot sun, she was in danger of melting if she didn’t get into the pool. She dove in gracefully and swam a few laps before stopping in the shallow end. She used the stairs to climb out of the pool and walk back to her chair. She could see Drew pacing in the living room, talking to someone on his phone. It certainly didn’t seem like he was going to be done anytime soon.
Before lying back down, she looked around nervously and wondered if she could get away with sunning topless. The perimeter fence seemed to completely obscure any possibility of anyone outside the yard from seeing her. Safe enough then. She untied her top, dropping it next to her chair before lying on her stomach and stretching her hands overhead. She lay there, listening to the gentle breeze and birds chirping, and slowly drifted to sleep.
Hannah felt something tug on her wrists and slowly opened her eyes. She was met with Drew’s smoldering glare as he kneeled down at the head of her chair. She glanced at her hands and was startled to see that they’d been bound to the top slat of the chair with her bikini top.
“Good afternoon, sleeping beauty,” Drew said before rising to his full height.
She was still lying on her stomach and had to lean her head all the way back to keep her eyes on his. She looked down at her hands quickly, tugging, and then back up at him. “What are you doing?”
“The question is what were you doing?” He walked toward the foot of the chair. She tried to follow him with her eyes but found it difficult due to her bindings.
“I-I-I’m not sure what you mean. I’ve just been lying by the pool.”
Instead of answering, he grasped the waist of her bathing suit on each side of her hips and pulled it down and off her. His hand traced back up her leg and then rested on her ass. He started rubbing her cheeks in a slow, circular motion. He finally spoke, and it wasn’t gentle.
“Don’t you mean you’ve just been lying by this pool without your top on? Where anyone could have entered and seen you?”
She was surprised he was so angry. “But, Sir, there is a fence. It seemed safe to me.”
Drew scoffed in disagreement. “You think it’s safe? I decide what’s safe for you. And where it’s safe for you. And most of all, I decide when you take your clothes off.”
She was trying to form another response when his hand stopped caressing her ass and suddenly came down in a hard smack. She yelped in surprise, stopping any reply that had been on her lips.
His hand rose again, and she prepared herself for another smack. She wasn’t disappointed. This one was harder than the last. She felt him sit and slide her legs up and over his lap.
“Do you know why I’m spanking you, Scarlett?” His voice was harsh, his breathing heavy. He was excited by this. And that excited her.
“Yes, Sir. Only you are allowed to see me this way,” she replied huskily, already anticipating the next smack against her ass.
“That’s right. And to make sure you remember, you’ll get ten smacks. I want you counting out loud.”
He brought his hand up and down again ten more times, each time a little harder than the last, waiting for her to count between each one. After the tenth smack, he rubbed her ass lightly, his breathing heavy. His lips kissed one side of her buttocks, and then his fingers rubbed over her pussy. She was soaking wet, and he sucked in a breath when he felt it.
Then he chuckled, still gliding his fingers over her. “You l
iked that?”
There was no way she could say otherwise. Her core was pulsating from the vibrations of his spanking and she wanted nothing more than to climax. “Yes.”
As if he could read her mind, he stuck two fingers inside her and started pumping them back and forth. She opened her legs wider, pushing herself back into his hand as she whimpered in ecstasy.
He grabbed onto her hip with his other hand, steadying her. “You want me deeper, Scarlett?”
“Oh god,” she breathed out, “please, Drew, yes.”
Drew could feel his cock getting hard but pushed down his desire. He pushed his fingers deeper into Scarlett, and as her muscles started to clench, he pulled out and slid her off his lap, standing up. Her head spun around to look at him, shock on her face.
“What are you doing? Why did you stop?”
He kneeled down beside her so that his face was even with hers. Then he slowly inserted the two fingers that had just been inside Scarlett into his mouth and sucked.
“Mmm, you taste so good.” He felt wicked as she stared at him, mouth open, eyes wide in disbelief. “Don’t take your clothes off again where someone could see you.”
He reached up then and quickly untied the bikini top, rubbing her arms to bring circulation back into them.
“You are evil, Drew. Pure and simple.” She sat up, glaring at him.
“Believe me, this hurts me almost as much as you.” He looked down at the prominent bulge in his jeans.
“I can help you with that if you want,” she offered suggestively.
“Maybe later. I think my cock needs a break, even if it doesn’t realize it.”
He lay down behind her on the lounge chair and pulled her back to his front, wrapping his arms around her. He nuzzled her hair, inhaling deeply, savoring the smell of the oil and sun on her, but also the light floral scent that always seemed to be on her skin.
“You smell good,” he rumbled into her ear and pulled her in closer. Hannah smiled but didn’t reply. She was enjoying being in his embrace and the simplicity of the moment. She ran her fingers up and down the length of his arm, grazing the downy hair that covered it. When she touched his hand, he pulled her fingers into his, entwining them, and held her there. They stayed like that for a long time before Drew finally kissed her head, released her and sat up.
She sat up as well and faced him. He stroked her cheek lovingly and then leaned forward, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. He pulled slowly away, never breaking eye contact with her. She was starting to feel nervous, as this seemed entirely too intimate for what her purpose was supposed to be. She broke his gaze by looking down at her hands and cleared her throat, unsure of what to do next. Luckily, he broke the silence.
“I have a surprise for you.”
She raised her head in apprehension, not sure if she could take any more surprises. “Really? Good or bad?”
Drew laughed. “It’s a good one. I think.”
He stood up, pulling her with him. He grabbed the towel on the chair and wrapped it around her, pulling her close. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Do you want to go to a party?”
She looked up at him and smiled. “What kind of party?”
“The kind where you get to dress up like a princess.”
“Then yes!” She jumped up and down in place like a little child, unable to contain her glee.
“Good. Because I have a whole team of people inside, at your beck and call, to help you get ready.”
She stopped jumping up and down and looked at Drew, eyebrows drawn up, her hand covering her mouth. “Oh my god, Drew. Were they inside while you were spanking me?”
His reply was casual and dismissive. “Yes, but believe me, it’s nothing they haven’t seen or heard before.”
Her face turned a bright crimson. “I have to go in there now knowing that they probably either saw or heard everything you just did to me?” She covered her face with her hands, groaning, “I’m so embarrassed.”
Drew grasped her roughly around the neck, pulling her face close to his, and practically growled, “Are you saying you’re embarrassed to be with me? Because I’m pretty sure any one of the people in the next room would be more than happy to take your place.”
She balked at his tone and the callousness of his statement. She couldn’t keep up with his hot and cold behavior. Less than ten minutes ago, he’d been holding her hand in an act of surprising intimacy, and now he was suddenly reminding her she was simply a paid servant. She fell back into submissive mode. “No, Sir. I’m only embarrassed that someone may have been watching us.”
Drew pulled her in closer and whispered in her ear, “I don’t care who is watching. As long as I’m the one that’s with you.” He kissed her roughly and let go of her neck.
He started walking away toward the house. “Come. Let’s go meet your entourage.” And just like that, any anger he expressed was gone.
Am I a dog now? Cause that’s what that last command felt like. Hannah shook her head in confusion but quickly followed so she wouldn’t provoke another outburst of anger.
7
Walking into the house, Hannah hugged the towel tightly to her chest to ensure it didn’t slip and reveal any more surprises to the staff waiting inside. Drew stopped at the opened door, waiting for her to pass through. Surprisingly, there was no one in sight.
“Where are they?” she asked quietly as she stepped further into the living room.
Drew closed the door behind her and once again pulled her close before speaking. “Do you really think I would risk anyone else seeing you naked?”
She wasn’t sure how to reply, so she remained quiet, her eyes on his feet. He placed his finger under her chin, lifting it. “I had the staff set up and wait for you in the master suite. I don’t want to share you with anyone, Scarlett. You are mine and only mine. Understood?”
“At least until tomorrow,” she replied quietly, knowing she might just be adding fuel to a simmering fire.
As if burned, he dropped his hand suddenly and took a step back. He took a deep breath as he looked up at the ceiling, eyes closed. He blew the breath back out slowly and, returning his gaze to her, nodded.
“Well, until tomorrow then.” He turned quickly away from her and started walking to the bedroom. “Come.”
She wanted to scream in frustration over the mixed signals he was sending her but instead just stayed quiet and did as he commanded. When she came around the corner to the doorway of the bedroom, she could hear chatter that immediately stopped when they saw Drew. He stopped just beyond the entrance to the room and motioned for her to enter before addressing the staff.
“You have two hours.” And then he turned and walked away. She watched him leave, surprised at the way he’d addressed them and at the lack of any to her. She sighed and then turned her head back to the staff.
“Oh my god! Just look at you!” She finally took in the staff Drew had left her with. A young Asian man, dressed in shiny black pants and an even shinier silver button-down shirt, came forward and circled her, arms waving above his head as he went. “Drew said you were beautiful, but this is just too much!
“Karla! Laura! Are you seeing this?” he exclaimed loudly to the two other women in the room.
A small, wavy-haired brunette took one of Hannah’s hands—which were still clutching her towel—and led her further into the room. “Yes, Marco. We see her. But please, stop! You’re scaring the poor thing! Just look at her!”
Turning to the other woman in the room, the brunette continued, “Karla, you are so lucky! Look at all this beautiful hair you get to work with!”
Karla, now that Hannah knew what her name was, had long blonde hair, similar to her own, running like strands of silk down her entire back. Jealous did not even begin to describe the envy Hannah felt at its beauty. The woman looked a bit bored with Marco and the brunette’s whole excited routine and just nodded her head before drawling, “Yes, well, we only have two hours, so we better get to work.”
“Oh, Karla, you’re such a little grouch!” Marco shot an exasperated look at the blonde and then followed behind Hannah into the large attached dressing room.
“First things first!” Marco continued in a rush. “We have to show you your dress and make sure it fits.” Hannah gasped at the creation hanging from the center of the room.
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “Is that for me?”
Marco slapped her playfully on the arm and replied gleefully, “Of course it’s for you! Do you love it?”
“It’s absolutely gorgeous.” She padded closer in excitement. In the front, the dress was held up by a single strap embroidered with diamonds that wound up and over the shoulder. More diamonds spilled down the left side waist and wrapped around to join four straps that angled diagonally across the back, joining the shoulder strap. The sheer silk fabric was pitch black starting at the shoulder but spilled down in an ombré effect, turning to a deep, royal blue at the floor-length hem of the full skirt. Under the top layer of silk, a fitted, black satin sheath was attached.
Of course he would choose royal blue. It seemed to be his color of choice. She ran her hand over the luxurious fabric and marveled at its softness. She turned to the three others in the room, who had been standing quietly while she admired the dress. “I feel like freaking Cinderella!”
She started jumping up and down, clapping her hands in excitement. Marco rushed over, grasping both of her hands in his. “Well then, let’s try it on, Cinderella, and see if it fits!”
“Yes, please!” She could not contain her astonishment at wearing this splendor of a dress and smiled from ear to ear as Marco removed it from the hanger so she could try it on.
“Drop that towel, darling. The dress isn’t going to fit over it.”
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