by Jamie Knight
My heart fluttered at his high praise. Not only based on his role as my master but his status as on the most successful editors in the business.
“I’d love to see you write fiction.”
“I do,” I blurted.
His eyes raised to me and I could almost feel my heart stop. Not because he looked angry, far from it. His gaze carried such luminescence as to scarcely seem human.
“Do you now?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, averting my gaze down to the table.
“I’d like to read some.”
“I-it’s not done. That’s the problem. One of them anyway. I have lots of ideas but I can’t seem to get all the way through. Usually getting distracted on the way by another idea. I know I just need to sit down and finish something but it is harder than it sounds.”
“Don’t need to tell me, sweetheart,” Simon chuckled.
“You’ve had trouble too?”
“Of course. That part of why I write with a pen. On top of just liking them, It helps things go a lot smoother with drafting. There is always going to be more than one, so the trick is to get through the first draft done so you have something to work with. I like to think of writing as similar to sculpting. Sourcing base material, in this case a rough manuscript as opposed to rough rock, and removing the unneeded bits. That’s not even to say they are bad. Sometimes they are quite good, but if they don’t help the story in some way they need to go.”
“How do pens help?”
“No one is going to see the first draft. I remind myself of this by doing them in pen and paper. The real work of development coming after I transcribe it into a computer. By which point it is already in its third incarnation. The first from my head to the page. And the second from the handwritten page to the computer. A process which invariably brings about changes.”
I soaked it all up like a sponge. Trying to hold onto this bit of free advice. Simon becoming not only my boss and my master but my mentor as well. Training me in love and sex as well as craft.
“Yes, sir,” was all I could think to say.
“I’m going to give you an assignment. I want you to choose one of your stories and write it out long hand from start to finish. It doesn’t matter how you do it but I want a draft.”
“Okay. How long do I have?”
“Until the end of the holidays.”
I suppressed a whimper, reminded that our time together might be limited. The contract only went until January 1. At which point I might well have to go home to Portland. Not my first choice by any stretch but I might not have any choice. I was even more determined to get a permanent position at Pigeon, and it sounded like his assignment might help me with that.
The food came and a comfortable silence returned. It actually felt like a date, even if that did seem ass backwards. Usually the kinky sex came after the first date, though I wasn’t about to object. If I could have both I was very happy. The exact sequence of events didn’t matter one little.
Simon didn’t bring me up too the door. It would have been too risky. Instead, he parked a few blocks away. Still accessible to the building but not so close we risked being spotted.
“Here you go,” he said, handing me two nicely wrapped gifts.
“Two?” one for you, one for your Secret Santa recipient. I didn’t thin you would have time after last night.”
“Thank you,” I said, not sure what else to say.
He kissed me sweetly on the cheek and I got out. The plan was for me to wait awhile until he could go in first, getting there right on time. Then I would go in, as per the usual flow of things.
At the appointed time, I strode through the lobby and signed in at the desk. The third signature of the day after Inga and Simon. Looked like she did leave after all. At least far enough to sign the book.
Placing the first gift n the desk of my co-worker. I hurried to my own cubicle, wondering what mine could be. It would be awhile until I could find out. The note attached specifically instructing me not to open it until I got home. He would meet me there.
Chapter Twenty - Skye
He looked a fine figure. Tall, tailored and handsome, stood on the bottom step of the stoop, like a gentleman caller in an old movie. He was even wearing a fedora which was almost too much. Almost but not quite. Simon one of the few men of his generation who knew how to carry it off properly. The entire effect nearly aphrodisiac. True, he could also be said to reserve the sister villain in a Gorey drawing, but I liked to accentuate the positive.
Words were very unnecessary, they could only do harm. A kiss was all we needed. A small, closed-mouth smooch, Simon leaning down and me getting on my tip-toes. His hand on my cheek as I held onto booth of his shoulders. The connection between us strong as it was palpable. I knew I loved him, but was still trying to figure out what to make of that fact. From what I’d heard my entire life, my stomach should feel like it was in knots. Except there was not a tangle to be told. If anything being with Simon calmed me down and helped me feel at peace. The feeling I got wen he would play with me as close as I’d ever gotten to a state of zen. It really let me let go of my physical existence and experience things on a different level. Wrapping his arm snugly around me, we scaled the few steps to the front door and I let us into.
The door had barely closed when my coat came off. Simon was getting faster. His was already hung up at that point, and he’d already started on my boots, pulling off my socks as well, stroking the the feeling back into my nearly numb feet.
“Poor baby,” he mused as he stroked.
Properly dewinterized, Simon took the gift, still sticking out of my coat pocket, and led me over to the couch.
Simon watched as I opened the most recent gift, my hands shaking only slightly and even then it was mostly the residual cold. I let out a gasp when I saw what was in the box.
“Do you know what it is?” he asked.
I could only nod, shocked and thrilled beyond the power of speech. Maybe I should have expected, but I just didn’t.
“Do want me want me to use it on you?”
“Yes, master.”
“Great, let’s get your clothes off, okay?”
I nodded and mostly just lay still as Simon slowly stripped me. Putting in little caresses and kisses on my bare skin as it appeared. When he was done I was completely starkers and trembling with anticipation. Simon was super sweet, stroking me and kissing me, helping me to relax.
When I was ready, Simon took the vibrator out of the box, gently pushing my legs open with the other, netting very little resistance. Putting his arm around me and holding me close, Simon touched the buzzing toy to my tender pussy, making me jump and moan from the lightest contact. Simon coaxed me and got my legs open again, that time managing to stroke the buzzing tip all along my pussy lips. Up and down making me feel amazing. Particularly when he would spiral it right on my clit.
Eventually, he worked the tip inside me and started working it in and out. By then I was completely gone. Eyes closed, head back, away on another plane of reality. Hew as teaching me so much and I loved him for it, knowing I could never truly repay him.
I could feel myself getting close to coming. Simon could too because he suddenly stopped, slipping the vibrator from inside me. I cried out and reached for the vibrator, The slap resounded through the room as he smacked my hand away.
“No,” he said sharply, “you have to learn how to control your orgasms.”
“Yes, master,” I said, unable to meet his eyes, my face burning with shame.
“Do you think you should be punished?”
“Yes, master.”
I tensed, waiting for the strike. Instead, Simon stroked my cheek, making me look at him.
“Not this time. You didn’t know what I was doing. Now that you do things are different. Do that again and I will flip you over and spank you until you scream. Understood?”
“Yes, master,” I said, shivering, as much with desire as
fear.
Simon pushed my legs open again and, after a few prep strokes from his hand, he put the vibrator back inside me. He stared out low, on a setting that felt more like a pulse than a buzz. Only putting the very tip.
It was a game of degrees. Each time I got used to a setting and Simon would push the vibrator further inside me. Before long, the vibrator was at full buzz, Simon working it deep in my pussy. Easing me back into a state of near nirvana. I lost track of myself and barely noticed when I was about to cum. At least until Simon slapped my thigh getting my attention.
“Deep breaths, pet. You can do it.”
I focused my mind and concentrated on my breathing, resisting my impending orgasm with every thing I had. Apparently, my will was stronger than I ever I managed and I managed to resist until. Simon relented.
He kissed me lovingly, sliding the vibrator from my pussy. The tingling that had built up slowly ebbing down to nothing.
“That’s my girl.”
“Master?”
“Yes, may darling?”
“May I please cum?””
“Promise to hold off as long as you can?”
“Yes, master.”
“Okay, darling.”
I scooped down a bit on the couch and opened my legs as wide as I could. Feeling ready for anything he had in store. My confidence boosted by how long I’d held on during the second try. Maybe I really could do it after all. Despite the new experiences flooding me at once, I was building my resistance. Gaining self-control through Simon’s control of me.
With gentle strokes to get me warmed up, Simon switched only the vibrator to medium and touched it to my pussy. I held fast, even as he slid it inside me. The relentless buzz hitting my clit with a vengeance. If it was only that, I would have been okay but my master also she fit to angle it in just the right way, so it would hit my g-spot as well as my clit. Like he had done while fingering me. Within minutes, I was on the very tipping edge of a massive orgasm. Still, I refused to to give in. My master wanted me to be strong, to resist, to last as long as possible, and I was going to. For him but for me as well. Simon stroked my thigh, encouraging me as I continued to resist. The used the ant even higher, pounding the vibrator in me relentlessly. Sending waves of pure pleasure directly to my brain. I thought I might pass out but refused to give in.
Gently wiping away my tears, Simon dove in, replacing the onslaught of the vibrator with light, loving licks of his tongue. I settled down into him as he lapped away, pleasuring my tender lips. Basically kissing it better, while also helping me to orgasm. I clutched the front of the couch cushions as the tremors hit me. Running right the way through my body as I hit the summit of a monumental orgasm.
Licking me clean, Simon scooped me up and carried me, still stark naked, into the kitchen.
“What’s happening, master?” I asked.
I’d only ever been naked in the kitchen once before that I could remember. When Simon had stripped me down to use the nipple clamps and eat me out. Maybe he had something else like that planned.
“Drink,” he said, setting a glass of water down in front of me.
I hadn’t notice how patched I was before I noticed it. If sex was like exercise, it only stood to reason that it would be important to hydrate. I had the whole glass down in no time. Simon got me another before getting back to the cooking. I didn’t know what he was making but it whatever it was it smelled wonderful. Good enough to make my tummy rumble just from the smell.
“What is that, master?” I asked, respectfully.
“Crapes,” he said simply.
“Like for breakfast?”
“That’s one kind. These are different. Lots of protein. Will help you bounce back.”
Bringing two plates of great smelling food, Simon surprised me by bringing only one set of cutlery. Cutting a bit from one of the crapes in front of me he held it up to my mouth.
“Eat,” he ordered.
I took the bite and started to chew, watching him all the while, just to make sure I was doing what he wanted.
“Good girl,” he said stroking my hair.
I nuzzled his hand but he pulled away. Picking up the knife again he kept feeding me until the plate was empty. Then he started on his own. It was an odd felling to sure but one I quite liked. I thought at first he was punishing me. Treating me like a baby on purpose but I realized he was rewarding me. I’d done well and had passed his test. The cooking and almost and feeding were him trying to pamper me.
When we were done, Simon put the dishes into the sink. When he returned to the table he had a look I didn’t yet recognize and wasn’t sure I liked. Lifting me up from the chair as though I weighed nothing he carried me to the bathroom. I’d only had a shower that morning but cleanliness was apparently quite important to Simon. My loving master treating me to a bubble bath after dinner. Cleaning me over before fingering me to another orgasm.
Washed, dried and fluffed, my master delivered me into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin and kissing me on the forehead. I expected him to join me but as I drifted off, he slipped out of my room and, for all I knew, my life.
Chapter Twenty-One - Simon
It was like my heart was crammed in my cranium and still knew how to pound. I had been decades since I’d slept on a couch and even then it had even a desperate, life or death stop gap. The pain was something akin to low level torture. The rope of searing pain running from just behind my shoulder up into my brain. Still it as a small price to pay to be there for my pet in the morning. I still regretted leaving her the first night. Even if she was asleep, that was no reason to abandon her. I would have slept in her bed but I considered that a very private and sacred space and I hadn’t been invited. It was different at my house. I wanted her in my bed, and she had already given consent by going into pet mode. If she had at all indicated she wasn’t comfortable literally sleeping with me, she could have left in an instant. Though the impression I’d gotten had been rather different.
I looked at my watch, a simple, original piece done in a steampunk, exposed gear style. We still had time if she was up for it.
My sweet little pet was still asleep when I got back to her room. Her tender, body covered only by the blanket. I took a moment to watch her sleep before I approached. There were some situations in which I would have felt pretty stalker like. With Skye, I felt at ease. Getting the strong impression she wanted to be around me as much as I wanted to be around he. Which was all the time.
My control held longer than it might. It being a good ten minutes before I approached the bed and pulled the blanket back. Revealing her beautiful body like unveiling a statue.
Shifted a bit under my touch as I lay my hand on her neck. I could feel her pulse, thudding softly under her supple skin. For a brief, mad moment, I felt very much like her life was connected to mine.
I felt a small shudder go through me as I moved further down, sweet little Skye rolling over onto her back. My hand slid down over her belly and between her legs. She was very warm and incredibly wet, clearly ready for some action. I could only imagine what she was dreaming about.
“Master,” she murmured.
I looked down in reply, realizing to late she was talking in her sleep. I could feel the smile spread across my face. I pushed my fingers in further and she awoke with a gasp. Her eyes still on me, breathing heavily Skye spread her legs.
“Please, master” she begged, looking like a starving puppy.
“Please what, pet.”
“Please fuck me, master.”
“No, not yet. Not until you’re ready.”
“Really?” she asked, pouting.
The smack resounded as I slapped her thigh. It wasn’t hard but it still raised a yelp out of her. She had to learn.
“Keep that up and you won’t get anything, missy.”
“Sorry, master,” Skye whimpered looking down.
“If you promise to be good I’ll make you happy.”
“Okay then,” I said, unable to keep from smiling, “though I am still going to have to punish you for pouting. That really isn’t okay.”
“Yes, master.”
Taking her by the hips, I turned her over onto her belly and lifted her ass up and back into doggy position, meeting no resistance at all. Warming her up with some gentle strokes, I came down hard with a harsh strike, even wore than the one to her thigh. Sweet Skye jumped and yelped but didn’t try to get away, soon enough settling back down into position, waiting for more.
It was hard but fast. A flurry of strikes hard and not so hard smacking against her sweet ass, turning the flesh bright red. She lost her balance on the front end and fell face first int the pillow, which only put her ass up higher granting me even better access. I gave her a bit of a rest, relenting on the the spanking and started to stretch out her asshole. Short and gentle at first and the wider and harder until she was stretched to the limit. I released her as and repeated the process with her pussy. Skye likely didn’t know it at the time but I wasn’t trying to hurt her, or pleasure her either. The stretching was conditioning for what was to come. Getting her used to fate feeling of her holes adjusting to the size of something in them. In a way it was similar to stretching one’s muscles before going for a run. She gasped with surprise and delight as I slipped the first finger it. I was happy she liked it.
Working the first finger inside her, paint particular attention to her pussy walls before switching focus to her clit, I continued to gently stretch her asshole. Skye stayed where she was, not even trying to get up into her previous position. When she’d gotten used to having one finger in, I added a second. Feeling the slight squeeze as it slipped in. Though it took only a couple of strokes for her to get used to that too, the sweetest moans coming from deep inside her.
Wetting my thumb I pressed it hard against her asshole as I slipped a third finger into her obedient little pussy. Skye was stone still and silent for a long moment, processing the shock of the sudden stimulation, a deep long moan soon slithering its way out of her. That was exactly what I wanted. It would be not good for her to go through such feelings as I was taking her virginity. I wanted her first time to be special and a good memory she could carry with her. Getting er properly ready would go a long way in achieving that.