Andrea closed her eyes with the heated memory of her first lesson.
* * *
When they returned from the ceremony, Lydia greeted them in the foyer, expressing joy that Ivan had at last found his perfect mate. Millie the cook had prepared a beautiful wedding cake, which she brought out and placed on the dining room table.
Ivan’s secretary, Margaret, and his bodyguards Sean, Marty and Ned all lifted their glasses of champagne as Ivan proposed a toast.
“To my beautiful bride and our future together.”
“Here, here,” they all shouted.
Ivan leaned toward Andrea to whisper, “Do you wish to cut the cake, or would you prefer Millie do the honors?”
Not trusting herself with her hands shaking so badly, Andrea said, “I—I would prefer Millie do it.”
Ivan gave Millie the go ahead with a nod and she cut and served the cake.
Andrea heard only snatches of the conversation. Her mind was occupied on what might happen later and how she would handle it all. The interlude in the limousine and her explosive reactions had shaken her.
She felt Ivan’s continually watching her, even as he conversed with everyone, and it caused her heart to beat harder and her face to flush.
Finally, the brief celebratory time ended. Margaret said goodnight after congratulating them again and left. Millie and the bodyguards all said goodnight and retired to their respective apartments.
Left alone, Ivan stared at her, noting her wide, fearful eyes that stayed fixed on his as he took her arm and escorted her upstairs.
Andrea’s fearful anticipation quickly morphed into confusion as Ivan lifted her in his arms and carried her over the bedroom threshold, but he did not put her down until they stood facing a curtained wall beyond the enormous king-sized bed.
Without explaining, Ivan pulled a cord and the drapes parted to reveal a hidden door. Then, crushing her against him, he claimed her mouth in a ravishing kiss, his tongue tangling with hers sending shooting sparks throughout her senses. When he released her, when she might have collapsed beneath the weight of anxiety, he tightened his hold, steadying her as he said, “I have waited so long for this moment, Mrs. Littlefield. From almost the first time I laid eyes on you, as a matter of fact, so I am anxious for our life as husband and wife to begin.
“By the way, Lydia will be leaving early in the morning on vacation. She’ll be gone for three weeks, leaving us in total seclusion. Millie will remain, of course, but she will confine herself to her quarters and the kitchen area, so essentially we will be alone.
“I believe the three weeks Lydia will be absent will be sufficient time for your indoctrination.”
“My what?”
“Indoctrination,” he repeated. “In my mind, Andrea, I have seen this very scenario, right down to your reaction as I tell you that behind this door lies your entire world for the time being, my little pet, and that when you exit it, you will be another person, a woman secure within yourself, regal in your manner and sexually knowledgeable beyond your wildest expectations. In other words, you will have become a product of sensual indoctrination.”
With tears welling up in her eyes and her lip quivering, she asked what had been haunting her. “I don’t understand, Ivan. What if I can’t be what you want me to be? What if I disappoint you? What if I fail to be what you need? How soon will you tire of me?”
“Littlefields don’t live by ‘what if’s’, my pet, and don’t forget that you are now a Littlefield, so don’t talk foolish. I will never tire of you, Andrea.”
“Ivan, what is behind this door?”
Ivan watched her face intently as he explained.
“I call it the indoctrination room. It is a prerequisite to our life as one. It is where you will come to understand and live by my rules. There must be an initial time of ‘erotic teaching discipline’ and that might be a bit uncomfortable for you. But it’s necessary to secure our future. You see, I had this room specially constructed with you in mind, Andrea.”
He laughed when he saw her disbelief and explained, “Of course it was constructed well before I ever met you. Though I didn’t know who you were at the time, I knew that someday I would meet the perfect woman for me, or at least I knew she would be when I finished grooming her and this room is where that process will take place. In the indoctrination room you will be shaped into the kind of wife I need; the kind of woman I have no doubt you, my innocent, were born to be.”
Taking her by the shoulders, Ivan looked into her fearful green eyes, for the first time elaborating on his reason for marrying her.
“I took you to wife, Andrea, not only because you’re young and I believe can easily be shaped into a proper wife, but because I find you most pleasing to the eye in an undone sort of way. I could see in the unkempt girl a passionate woman, a lustful woman who, given the proper indoctrination, could perhaps become the sexual partner I need.
“Those qualities lying dormant within you are just aching to be released. I know they are, and I know what it will take to release them. And when you leave this room, you will have become that sensual entity. You will be my greatest asset. You’ll have mastered the art of pleasuring and allowing yourself to be pleasured without reservation, and nothing makes a woman sexier than that.”
“Ivan, I still don’t understand.”
“I know you don’t now, but you will. Everything will become crystal clear once you come to know and accept the depth of your true sexual complexity. In other words, I intend to mold you into the most erotically sensual woman in Vegas, and the beauty of it is you will be totally and completely mine.
“And know this, Andrea, that above all I hold my personal possessions in the highest regard. I can’t impress upon you how that makes me feel. But don’t look so frightened, my little lamb,” he reassured her with another kiss.
“This is the beginning of something uniquely wonderful for both of us. This room is meant to serve a two-fold purpose; one to remake you into what you and I both need, and secondly, to be your unique pleasure palace, or punishment chamber, whichever you make it.”
“Ivan, you’re scaring me.”
Suddenly he unlocked the door and swung it wide, giving her a full view of the room’s interior. It was a sparsely furnished room, about half as large as the immense master bedroom. It had a king-sized bed, as well, and a bedside table, a chest of drawers, a dressing table with a chair, a walk-in mirrored closet and an elaborate en suite bath, almost as large as the bedroom itself, off to the right.
But it was what lined the wall to the left of the bed that drew Andrea’s rapt attention; that set her heart to pounding and sent shock waves of apprehension skittering through her senses.
Attached to the wall was a wooden bench with a selection of extended, life-like rubber phalluses of varying sizes jutting up and angled slightly forward. Above them, hanging on metal hooks, were an assortment of paddles, several leather straps, strange clamps and other devices, the use of which Andrea couldn’t even begin to imagine.
Paling, she would have fled but Ivan was quick to block her way.
“Don’t fight me, Andrea. You’re mine now. My wife. My intimate possession, and those,” he indicated the paraphernalia with a sweep of his hand, “are all for your pleasure, or discomfort, depending upon how quickly you learn to obey and how badly you disobey.
“But first things first, Andrea. Take off your clothes. While you remain in this room you will not wear clothes. Benton informed me you had just started taking birth control pills last month. Is that right?”
He had to shake her gently to snap her out of the fear that had gripped her and made her mute.
“Andrea! Answer me.”
“Y—yes. He had the doctor give them to me to regulate my period.”
“That is not why Benton had you put on birth control pills, Andrea. The truth was Benton was not far from turning you out to help support his habits of gambling and drinking.”
“Turn me out? Oh! That’s a
horrible thing to say,” she exclaimed as the impact of his words dawned on her. “He wouldn’t have done that.”
“Wouldn't he? Why do you think I was so quick to insist we marry, Andrea? I was going to present you with my proposal for marriage on your birthday, but I was going to give you time to become acclimated to the idea. It was knowing what Benton had planned for you that pushed things forward. That, and the fact that he was caught red handed trying to rob my safe. I knew what would happen to you. It seems fate took a hand in both our lives. I was ready to settle down just at the time you needed to be rescued.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“You can believe it or not. Suit yourself. Just know that I will never lie to you. Now, be sure to take your birth control pills religiously. I don’t want you to get pregnant just yet, not until we’re both ready to assume that responsibility.
He indicated with a nod that she was to precede him into the room. When she hesitated, he gently pushed her over the threshold, turned her around and kissed her into compliant submission as he unzipped and maneuvered the beautiful designer gown off.
Ivan was pleased to note that she wore nothing beneath except the white lacy panties as he had requested. He slipped his fingers beneath the elastic rim and pushed them down, ordering, “Step out, Andrea.”
When he straightened, watching her step out of the panties, he just stood for a moment quietly appreciating her girlish figure, a smile of satisfaction on his face.
Flushed with embarrassment, Andrea covered her breasts with her hands but Ivan caught them and pushed them down, shaking his head.
“Don't do that. Let me look at you.”
She obeyed, captivated by his stark gray-eyed assessment of her. Then his smile vanished and he shocked her further with the brusque question, “Tell me, Andrea, are you a true virgin or have you just been pretending to be virtuous in order to tempt me?”
Choking back a sob, she murmured, “I—I told you the truth, Ivan.”
“Ah, the truth. That’s such an elusive thing. If I’ve learned nothing else in my years, I’ve come to know that the truth is a transient thing where women are concerned, shifting whenever it suits them.
“A lot of women have told me what they called the truth, only for me to discover later that most of it was nothing more than elaborate female fabrication. Stretched like the elastic in those panties you just shed. So we’ll see.
“Tell me then, in lieu of intercourse, are you experienced in fellatio or perhaps you’ve offered that perfect little ass up instead. Is that what you prefer, Andrea? Is that the current rage of the young who crave sex without the encumbrance of pregnancy?”
Stunned, her face suddenly ashen, Andrea shook her head. “Ivan, please, I—I’ve never done either of those. I’ve never even been with a man.”
Slipping his hands down her naked back, he cupped her bottom and crushed her against his rock-hard penis, delivering a probing kiss that left her trembling.
Still holding her close, he said, “If that’s true, and I’m beginning to believe it is, I assure you, you’ll learn to excel in all three under my tutelage. Now, my pet, turn and bend over. Show me your anus and I’ll judge part of that for myself.”
Her face aflame, Andrea protested, struggling to move back. “I—I won’t!”
Ivan pulled her close, kissed her then turned her around and pushed her over the edge of the bed with little effort. He held her firmly bent with a hand against her back while he moistened his little finger in his mouth, then gently probed her anus with it, soliciting her cries of discomfort.
“Relax Andrea. I know you’re experiencing only a mild discomfort. That’s why I’m using my little finger so as not to hurt you. Well, you’ve been honest about that at least. It’s obvious that pert little ass has never been reamed by a good size cock. That’ll put those to good use,” he said succinctly as he allowed her to rise in order to see he was indicating the phalluses secured to the bench.
“That tight little asshole will have to be expanded to accommodate me, Andrea, because I’m well endowed and occasionally I do enjoy back-door lovemaking. So I expect you to utilize that equipment daily until you open enough to accommodate me, because I don’t wish to injure you. I designed that bench of anus expanders myself.
“I expect you to graduate from the smallest to the largest size gradually, of course. But it would be to your advantage if you utilized them often. I press that point because soon I intend to claim every orifice on you. I’ve dreamt of that, as a matter of fact. Now, whether that eventual coupling will be painfully unpleasant or not depends on your own diligence.
“By the way, cameras are installed in this room so I can monitor your every move from my office downstairs, so if I tell you to do something and you fail to do it, Andrea, I’ll know and I’ll be angry. Trust me, my pet. You do not want me to make me angry with you.”
Seeing her nervous glance at the door, Ivan turned to lock it. He deposited the key into his jacket pocket, which he shed and tossed to the chair. As he advanced toward her, Andrea instinctively started to back away.
Ivan shook his head menacingly, fixing her with a glacial stare.
“Don’t do that! Don’t ever back away from me, Andrea, ever again. Come to me,” he compelled in a hypnotic tone. “Come and stand before me.”
Transfixed by his gray, demanding eyes, as mesmerizing as any movie vampire’s, Andrea imagined, she obeyed like an android.
Ivan smiled at her as she came close, trembling and biting her bottom lip.
His smile did what it always had done to Andrea, making her weak-kneed and anxious to please him. She stood obediently before him and watched as he began removing his own clothing, wondering, can he hear my heart pounding?
As he stood naked before her, she stared in undisguised awe at his magnificently muscled, perfectly proportioned body, wide-eyed at his very large penis, fully extended and jutting out and slightly upward, evidence of his arousal. She was certain it would never fit inside her.
Ivan saw her disbelief and smiled.
“See? I told you. I’m oversized,” he said, grasping and holding his cock out. “So I wasn’t exaggerating when I said that bottom of yours will have to expand a lot to receive this. But first I wish to test the validity of your virtuous claim, my little pure lamb, as I told you I would. If you’ve deceived me, you’ll be punished.”
Even though her throat felt cotton dry and closed, Andrea managed to squeak out, “Ivan, why are you treating me like this? I’ve done nothing to deserve punishment.”
“Ah, but you see punishment isn’t always about deserving, Andrea. Sometimes it’s pure erotic titillation. But I don’t expect you to understand that yet. You will, however, and you’ll thank me once you’ve learned to appreciate the nuances of emotional surrender. Surrender makes one’s life simple and uncomplicated.
“Think of it, Andrea. In this chaotic world of conflicting emotional choices that tend to drain and age a person before one’s time, your life will be the exception. It will simply consist of hours of pleasing, accepting, enjoying and savoring, to the extreme, experimenting with and participating in ultimate ecstasies.
“In other words, you will learn the erotic joy of living within the satiated moment and soon you will come to realize just how much subjugation heightens one’s sexual appetite.
“But first you must learn proper discipline which will, in turn, hone your basic instincts. The first step was stripping. I didn’t insist on that to embarrass you. I want to leave you naked to help you rid yourself of all of society’s ridiculous constraints.
“The second step will put you in tune with your innate emotions. Once you have fully embraced the basics, I can then rebuild you the way I want you to be, Andrea, the way you were meant to be as a woman. I like to think of the process as re-initializing your mental schematic, but that’s just the computer geek in me speaking.”
Ivan chuckled at his own private joke, knowing how ludicrous Andrea or anyone else
who thought they knew him would think of such a comparison—Ivan Littlefield, sophisticated man about town, a closeted computer whiz—but he was and always had been.
His innate computer skills had kept him occupied during those stark times of his youth when his parents were either away or too busy to interact with him, which was nearly all of the time.
“The first rule of discipline you must learn is that you do not defy me, Andrea. You’ll obey or you’ll be punished, but the punishment will never be painful, perhaps mildly disconcerting, or a better description would be erotically stimulating.
“Until you are comfortable with your own abilities as a woman meant to pleasure her man to the fullest, and therefore yourself, which I have no doubt will take little time if I’ve judged you correctly, you’ll be no more than a disobedient animal in training. Understand?”
Andrea blanched.
Ivan smiled. That disarming, ungodly handsome smile, even under this kind of duress, fluttered Andrea’s heart.
“I don’t mean to insult you. I just meant that animals are taught through repetitive commands. Undisciplined animals are unhappy animals because they lack boundaries. Please don’t look as though you think I’m going to chain you up or put you on a stretching rack, for heaven sake. I do not believe in mistreatment of animals and certainly not of my wife. And know this; I intend to pleasure you just as completely as I expect to be pleasured.
“I don’t want you to be confused or unhappy, Andrea. I simply want you to know and recognize your boundaries. But that’s enough explanation. I don’t want to muddle your thinking. I prefer action to words. Get that small wooden paddle from the hook and hand it to me.”
“Please, Ivan, don’t,” she whimpered. “I thought you said you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Sssh! I can see I have a long way to go with you. Andrea, I’m not going to hurt you.”
He pulled her into his arms and claimed her mouth, his tongue seeking hers, leaving her weakly submissive and limp.
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