by Karen Nappa
Sonja could hear murmurs in the room, and she could guess this interested the sadists and masochists, like Connor and Suzie.
Elena continued her explanation. Her voice was clear and confident with years of stage practice. "There's also running cupping, where you apply two to four cups and move them over the muscles along the spine, at the lower back, and the trapezius muscle. This is the cupping we use for relaxation and to drain tension. The suction will pull the skin and muscles and get the blood and lymph fluid moving. The spots where the marks are the most distinguishable are where we let the cups sit for a while."
Elena lowered her voice as she instructed Derek, "Take a little bit of massage oil and rub her back. It will help her relax but also helps the cups so they don't pinch."
Sonja moaned as Derek started to rub preheated oil onto her back and shoulders, and Elena chuckled. "Responsive and vocal, I like that."
Derek's warm hands left her body, and she almost whimpered at the loss.
Elena handed Derek a long tweezer with two cotton balls. "These balls are dipped in 91% alcohol. Which is your dominant hand?"
"Right."
"Okay, always stand with your dominant hand on the side of the table, flame away from the sub." Elena lit the mini torch, and Sonja's eyes widened at the size of the flame. "Your subbie looks a bit scared." Sonja narrowed her eyes at the Domme. Was Elena making fun of her? The Latina winked, and Sonja relaxed back onto the table.
"Warm the edge of the cup in the flame and tap on your palm to test it." Elena demonstrated, and Derek mimicked her. Elena nodded. "Good. Now, hold the cup on a forty-five-degree downward angle and move really quickly." She showed the move, and Sonja squealed then giggled as the cup hit her back. Elena laughed at her response.
Derek rested his hand on her head. "Are you ready for me to try?"
"Yes, Daddy."
She sensed his smile, and he patted her head before picking up a cup.
Elena guided him with the words, "In and out and on," but when he placed the cup on her shoulder muscle, there wasn't enough suction.
"Hold the cup a bit closer to her when you put the flame in," Elena said.
Derek followed her instruction, and now she could feel the pulling from the cup on her skin and muscles. Sonja giggled again. "Oh, it's tight." More giggles.
"Now, that's a good sound," Elena stated. "Remember, Sonja's not a masochist, so don't hold the flame long in the cup and only leave it on about two minutes. Let's put the other two on, and I'll show you how to run the cups over the muscles."
Sonja fell into a blissful state as first Elena and then Derek moved the cups over her larger muscles. She felt boneless, happy, and more relaxed than she'd been in days or even months.
All too soon, Elena ordered, "Push on the skin right next to the cup to release the suction." With a 'pop', the first cup let go.
Sonja giggled at the sound. "Gross." Derek chuckled and popped the next cup. Sonja closed her eyes when he started to stroke her back with long and sure strokes.
"Oh, that feels good. I want to bottle this feeling."
Elena laughed. "Well, I think we can say she likes it." The Latina pressed a kiss on her hair. "Take her for aftercare, and I'll wrap up here."
Derek guided Sonja from the table to the red couch and accepted a blanket from Bob. They snuggled together. Derek gave her time to adjust, and she leaned against him. He stroked her arm and rested his chin on her head.
"How do you feel?"
"I feel amazing. I was a bit scared at first, but Elena's teasing helped me relax. She's good, isn't she?" Derek kissed the top of her head, and she continued. "It wasn't painful at all, just tight. Well, maybe a little painful but in a good way. I feel relaxed, and my back is nice and loose."
"What did you like best?"
"Hmm, that's hard to say. I kinda liked it all," she said. Sonja was pensive as she tried to get even closer to him. "After the cupping, I liked the rubdown and when you were touching the circles—that was great. But all of it was great." She yawned and could feel Derek's chest reverberate with his chuckle.
"Rest, baby girl. I've got you."
He did. He had her heart, body, and soul.
Chapter 7
S onja woke the next morning to Derek's mouth on her pussy and a lubricated finger probing her asshole. She squirmed and received a firm squeeze on her inner thigh and a stern, "Don't move."
Sonja let out a shuddering breath and gripped the headboard with both hands. The man was as good with his mouth on her pussy as he was with kissing, and she didn't mind the anal play—much. She didn't get the appeal, but the sensations added to her arousal. Derek kept up the licking and sucking on her clit and labia while he rimmed her back passage with first one and then two fingers, adding lube frequently. The stretching was a bit uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. His skillful mouth and tongue held her on the precipice of her climax, never allowing her to go over. She struggled to stay still and not grab his head and press him where she needed him the most. When he lifted his head, she moaned and glared at him.
Derek smiled, his lips and beard wet with her juices and his hair in an artful disarray many men needed bottles of gel to accomplish. He looked delectable and sexy. He wiped his hands on a washcloth and grabbed a small device from the nightstand. Derek held it up for her to see. "This butt plug is slightly bigger than my two fingers, but not as big as my cock. It's a nice step into getting you ready for anal sex. Do you trust me to put it in without hurting you?"
Sneaky Dom! "I trust you, but I don't like the idea of you stuffing something in my ass." She pouted.
One eyebrow rose in question. "Safeword?"
Sonja shook her head, and he grinned. "Hang on."
Derek took his sweet time putting in the plug. She should have suspected it—he was a patient and thorough man after all. By the time the plug was settled to his liking, she was as horny as a bitch in heat, her pussy contracting around nothing and her ass feeling full and heavy with the inserted toy.
"Please, Daddy."
"Shh," he soothed her, "relax, baby girl, Daddy is almost ready to fuck you. Are you wet for me?"
She nodded, and his satisfied grin was worth the wait. If he would fuck her already, that is!
Derek reached for the nightstand and placed his smartphone on the pillow beside her head. Next, he fetched a condom and sheathed himself with practiced ease. Finally !
He settled between her legs and swirled the tip of his cock through her wet folds, adding lubrication. Sonja lifted her hips, and he slipped an inch inside her aching pussy. His hands went to her hips, and he warned, "My pace, baby. I don't want to hurt you."
"But I am hurting," Sonja whined. "I need you to fuck me."
"I will, baby girl, I will."
Derek rocked back and forward, slowly penetrating her. The stretch felt wonderful, but it was borderline painful with the plug inside. Derek kept moving, and with small increments, he continued until their loins connected and she could feel his balls against her buttocks. Derek stilled and took her mouth. Sonja had never met a man before who spent so much time kissing. He was making love to her mouth, and to Sonja, it was even more intimate than his invasion of her pussy. When he lifted his head, his hand went to the phone and she let out a startled sound when the plug in her ass started to vibrate. He lifted his finger and the vibrations died down. As soon as he placed his finger on the screen, the plug started to move again.
With the butt plug inside, she could feel his cock dragging along her sensitive inner tissue even more than normal. The vibrations Derek tapped out on his phone heightened her impending orgasm. Derek abandoned the app as he braced himself on his hands, his movement losing finesse. "Are you close, baby girl?"
Sonja could barely nod before Derek unleashed himself and fucked her hard and fast. Her breathing sped up and her body quivered with pleasurable tingles. She felt the spasms in her vagina taking over her entire body. She groaned as the pleasure reached its peak and Derek's cock sh
ot jets of cum into the latex.
She stamped her left foot. "What do you mean, the plug stays in?" Her languid state following their lovemaking was completely gone and she was interested in breakfast.
"Exactly what I'm saying, you're going to wear the plug until lunchtime." Derek didn't seem fazed by her tantrum. It was almost like he'd been expecting it. She narrowed her eyes at him. She wouldn't get far by throwing a hissy fit, but maybe she could reason with him.
"Why do you want me to keep wearing it, Sir?" See, I'm a grown woman, and we can do this the mature way!
"Thank you for asking." The lines beside his eyes crinkled. Was he laughing at her? "I want you to get accustomed to the feeling, so when I fuck you there, it'll be all pleasure and no pain. But that's not the most important reason. With my plug in your ass, you'll be thinking of me often. It's a symbol of your submission to me, a reminder you try things you never thought of before because you're mine."
The words sank in, and she realized how smart he was. She wanted to be his sub, and she longed to please him. Having anal sex was something she'd never considered with anyone else, but she wanted to give that final part of herself to him. The way he explained it, she would prepare herself to be able to without pain. Denying him now would mean she wasn't serious about submitting and she was thwarting an opportunity to get ready.
"You're sneaky, you know that?" she couldn't resist saying.
"It takes a skilled negotiator to recognize one," he answered with a wink.
"Can you explain what you expect of me?" she asked, feeling more open to the idea already.
"I want you to start wearing a plug about the size of my thumb for a couple of hours a day. Say, from dinner until you get ready for bed," he explained. "You'll do that for three weeks. The next three weeks, you move up to a bigger plug during the same time, and when you're at the biggest plug, we're going to increase the time you're wearing it, like from the moment you get home from work until bedtime."
She nodded. It didn't sound pleasant, but doable.
"How long does this go on?" She still couldn't think about that.
"At least until your little asshole is stretched enough to be able to take my cock. We'll re-evaluate then."
Sonja squirmed.
"Tell me, baby girl," Derek said in a soft voice, although the demand was there.
"Um, well, I was wondering, I—" Sonja threw her head back in exasperation. "Well, I need to use the bathroom." She pressed her hands between her knees to prevent herself from touching her hot cheeks. The conversation made her embarrassed and slightly disturbed.
"I'll take it out for you now; and after you've taken care of business, I'll show you how to clean the plug. Then we'll re-lube it and put it back in. Always use plenty of lube. I'll get you a lube launcher to make it easier," Derek answered in a matter of fact tone.
"How come you don't find this awkward?" she wanted to know.
He chuckled and pried her hands from between her knees, to place a kiss on top of her fingers. "These are just functions of the body, baby. It's as natural as eating and breathing, nothing to feel self-conscious about." His hazel eyes met hers as he watched her. "Will you do it?"
She sighed. "Yes, Sir, I will."
Chapter 8
T hey were sitting in Derek's living room instead of going to Club Indigo. Sonja was wearing the smallest butt plug for the seventh straight evening. She still wasn't sure what she thought about it, but it was easier to put in now and she was getting used to feeling the weight of it as she moved around her apartment in the evening. Having it in her ass did remind her of Derek, and it wasn't uncomfortable, exactly, but she didn't believe she would want to wear it all the time. She had started to vacuum with it in the first night, and the vibration had made her exceptionally horny. She had decided after that to get her chores done before it was time to put it in.
"Tell me about your first week wearing the butt plug," Derek said.
"It was okay. I thought about you a lot while I had it in," Sonja replied. "I wasn't so sure about it on Thursday when I realized I had forgotten to buy chicken for the curry I was cooking and had to wear it to the store. The drive was, uh, different. At the store, it felt like I was walking funny and I was sure the cashier knew I had something up my ass."
Derek chuckled. "I rather doubt that."
Sonja laughed. "You're probably right. But it really felt obvious to me. And sexy in a weird way."
"Good to know. I want you to think of me. But let's move on to the business of the evening. Are you ready to discuss age play some more?"
Sonja felt apprehensive about the topic, but it was long overdue. Derek had previously explained to her that age play, like other aspects of BDSM, was about consenting adults and had nothing to do with children. In fact, most play with littles was non-sexual. Pedophiles were no more welcome in age play circles than anywhere else in society. Her second misgiving about age play was the fear that he wanted an adult baby, but Derek had promised her he wasn't into that, and if she regressed that far, he would find her another Daddy Dom to take care of her needs. Sonja shuddered at the idea of running around in diapers, so she wasn't afraid of that.
Derek picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles before continuing the conversation. "From what you told me, your father left you and your mom when you were four, right?"
"That's right. I don't remember much about him. Gran told me about him later. Apparently, he wasn't bad or neglectful during the time he was with my mom and me. I think my dad was just easygoing and didn't want the responsibility and trouble of a sick partner and a young child. He couldn't cope with mom's illness and walked out on us," Sonja answered. "My mom and I went to live with her mother so that she could help mom through chemo and with me. When mom died two years later, it was only Gran and me."
"You stayed with your grandmother for the rest of your childhood?"
"Um, well, yes—that is—until she passed away, too," Sonja answered, and she said a silent prayer he wouldn't pry.
"But you were an adult then?" So much for praying .
Sonja whispered, "Almost."
Derek shot upright and pinned her with a stare. "What do you mean, almost?"
"I buried my grandmother four months and six days before my eighteenth birthday," Sonja answered.
"Did you go into foster care or a group home?"
"No, the social worker offered, but since I was a high school graduate, I could get a job and I didn't want to. UMKC had already accepted me for the fall. I thought I could stay in my gran's house and everything would work out." Sonja's voice was still low.
"What happened?" he asked. Sonja wanted to look away but felt trapped by Derek's gaze. He wasn't going to like this part.
"Gran had gone on Medicaid, so I thought the medical bills had been paid. What I didn't know was that she'd taken out a second mortgage on the house to cover medical expenses back when my mother was ill, and she'd only been paying interest on the loan. I had to sell the house pretty much right away to cover the loan and the funeral expenses. That left me with enough money for one semester's tuition at the university, a fast-food job that wasn't enough to pay for rent, and Gran's old Buick. I could have spent my tuition money on rent, but I had my heart set on a college education, so I lived out of the car for almost a year. I got a second job cleaning at night and saved every penny I could."
Derek cursed before his eyes softened on her. "I'm so sorry you had to experience that. What got you out of the car?"
Sonja closed her eyes and continued. "It's in the past. I met Carol, and she gave me a job washing dishes. I kept the cleaning job for a while, too. When she saw how hard I worked, she rented me a room for next to nothing at her house. I got promoted to the kitchen staff because of my cooking skills, and then I graduated to the wait staff. I never made it to UMKC, but she helped me get an associate's degree in business from Metropolitan Community College. Later, she gave me a chance to buy into the business and become her partner. Living like I
did was bad, but I never did drugs, never had to sell my body. Did I experience hunger and cold? Yes, I did, but homeless people are much worse off than I was. I'm forever grateful to Carol for her kindness."
"I'm thankful for what she did, too." Derek's soft reply sounded genuine. "Okay, so, basically, you didn't have a father figure as a child and preteen. How about in your teens? A teacher? Any male role models in your life?" Derek continued to probe.
Sonja sighed. "I know you need to know this, but I'm not proud of this episode." Her mind wandered back to the worst day of her life. The devastation of the moment she stepped into the old kitchen as she saw her gran sitting at the table.
"My grandmother was first diagnosed with cancer when I was twelve. Initially, she had a lumpectomy and radiation. The doctors said she was 'cancer free', but that only lasted about a year and a half. The second time, they did a full mastectomy, removed lymph nodes, and she had heavy duty chemotherapy. She lost all her hair and was in the hospital a couple of times because the chemo made her so sick. When it was over, they did a full body scan and, again, said she was 'cancer free'. If I ever hear those words again, I think I'll puke." She scrunched up her face in disgust. "Gran had almost two full years after that without major problems, but the chemo had taken a toll. She taught me to cook so I could take care of meals and such."
Sonja could feel tears stinging her eyes, and she gritted her teeth against them. Her throat ached, and she sighed again before rattling off her secret. "I fell in love with our neighbor when I was fifteen. He was older, sophisticated, and smart. He was different from the boys at school and showed real interest in me. Colton listened to me, gave me advice, and he was there for me." Derek nodded but didn't interrupt, and she was glad. It was hard enough to tell the story as it was. Sonja swallowed, surprised the constricted muscles in her throat obeyed. "A week before my seventeenth birthday, I seduced him into sleeping with me."