“Good girl.” Light kisses rain down on my skin from his touch, his fingertips dancing across me. First my back and then over my bottom and down to the tops of my thighs, he massages me again and again, and I purr.
Slap, slap, slap. I groan. Seb smacks me gently and the heat zings all over my body. I feel like I need to squirm, but know I shouldn’t. More smacks, harder this time. “Ahhh!” All the attention Seb has given me, mixed with my restrained position, has me keening, and my pussy is shamefully aching. Two more hard smacks land and I gasp. I hear Seb’s low groan as well. I’m relieved this is affecting him just as much as me. He hasn’t said anything, but he continues to show me attention through his actions.
His warm palms squeeze and rub my bottom and thighs, relaxing my body further. As his hands wander, I move my legs apart, instinctively giving him room to play with me. He doesn’t take the hint. Instead, he spanks me again. His blows are harder, more sure, his rhythm evening out and becoming a constant. I almost get lost within it. The smacks build, igniting some dormant fire within, before he calms me down with his caressing hands.
Each time Seb strikes a little harder and firmer it adds to my unravelling. My legs strain to open, enticing him to touch me, but I only feel wet and empty.
“Sir, please,” I pant, shocked at my own voice.
“Yes, Isabel?” Even through the politeness I can hear the want in his voice.
“Please, touch me.”
“How?”
“With your fingers.” Smack, smack, smack. His strikes aren’t stopping and I’m starting to feel panic rising inside of me. “Please, Sir, I need more.”
“Tell me, then.”
“Please, just… Sir,” I beg.
“Tell me. Tell me how you want it.”
“Fuck me with your fingers.” The panic has turned into desperation. My inhibitions about asking Seb for what I want vanish.
“Jesus, you’re soaked for me. I’ll never tire of this.” Seb doesn’t hold back and thrusts several fingers straight inside my pussy. My muscles tense and convulse. Yes, god, make me come!
My mouth is open, and I can feel the scream building as my climax thunders forward. Seb withdraws as I’m about to fall and spanks me again. My scream of frustration erupts. “Yes, Isabel. Scream for me.” He plays me, alternating between finger fucking me and spanking my thighs and arse cheeks until my throat is dry and I feel like I’m going to come apart.
“I need to come. Make me come, Sir, please.”
“Fuck yes!” His fingers delve in and hit me just where he knows will settle my fate.
“Yes, fuck, please. Yes.”
It’s finally enough to spike my orgasm and I grind into him as my body takes over. The sound of my blood roars in my head and my heart beats an accompanying thud. I come down from my high and try to pull my hands apart, but realise they are still bound. My heart is still pounding and my bum is burning, but I feel soft and calm, like I’ve been sat in the steam room for too long.
“You back with me, beautiful?”
“Just about.”
Seb unties my hands and helps me to sit up on his lap. He engulfs me in his arms and I nestle into the crook of his neck.
“How did you feel about that, Izzy? I know I’ve spanked you before, but this was much more intense.”
“I liked it.”
“Liked? Is that all? Remember, I always want you honest with me.”
Liked. I mull the word over in my mind. It isn’t the right word. It doesn’t come close to expressing how I felt, but at this moment in time, it’s the best my mind can come up with.
The way Seb built me up so gently meant I was blissed out before the smacks even started. That made it sensual and turned what should have been painful into something hot and erotic. I curl up in his arms and start to drift to sleep. I almost feel drunk.
Seb carries me from the living room back to the bedroom. He places me gently on the bed and then strips out of his clothes. He climbs over me, cocooning me with his body. He doesn’t let me rest, raining soft kisses down my neck and chest. His lips gently tickle my skin. “I love playing with your body.” His lazy caress does nothing to help my sleepy haze. He tugs at my nipple with his teeth, shooting my body back into overdrive, assuring my body is awake again. He rolls and pulls it with his tongue and teeth, and I’m helpless to do anything but answer with my body.
“You woken up now?”
“Mmm…”
“Good enough. I want you to kneel for me. I’m not done with you yet.” Oh god! Seb drags my hips upright and pushes me down onto my front. I brace on my arms as he pulls my hips back toward him. Warm hands run down my spine and the shivers send my nerves spiralling. How can he do this to me again?
He’s careful not to touch my tingling skin, keeping his hands on my hips and thighs to position me. “Chest and shoulders on the bed, Isabel.” His command is all but a growl, and I relish the feeling of what I can do to this man. I lean forward and lift my bottom for him. “God, seeing you like that, presented to me with your skin still blushed from my hand, makes me fucking crazy.” I expect to feel his hard cock teasing my entrance, but his mouth covers my pussy instead, his tongue spearing me in frantic swipes. I grab the bed covers as I cry out while trying to remain in the same position. My climax is poised to be unleashed, and I’m quivering at the coiling and tensing of my muscles.
“Not yet, Isabel. I want you to come around my cock. Don’t come yet.” His order turns my moans of pleasure to groans of desperation. How? No, please… I can’t.
“Sir, please.”
“Just a little longer. I want my fill of you.” I try to block it out—the soft, hot feel of his tongue as it strokes my sex, licking and sucking at my juices, the pressure of his fingers on my hips, and the sound of his throaty moans.
I’m right on the edge and I want to beg, to let go, but Seb’s approval keeps me in check. I’ve disappointed him so many times by not being able to do what he’s asked of me.
My breath is burning in my chest and my heartbeat echoes in my head. I hold my breath, trying to abate my mounting climax. “Please… please… please, Sebastian.” His tongue stops its assault and I welcome the moment of reprieve while he grabs for a condom. His heavy cock thrusts into me until he’s buried all the way inside me.
He pulls out and crashes back into me. “Come.” He grinds into me so hard I feel winded. All my nerves go off at once. My pussy clenches around him, my body shaking and my chest heaving as my orgasm peaks and pulls Seb along with it.
“Yes, Isabel. Take me. Take all of me.”
My hips are sore and my sex feels numb but attuned to every movement. I can’t move.
Seb pulls out and releases me to collapse on the bed. “God, you’re perfect. Well done.” His praise only adds to the warm glow that’s rooted deep in my chest. He rolls me towards him and hovers over me. “So, how did you feel about that?” His question mirrors his earlier one.
“I liked it.” I grin at the humour in my identical response.
“Izzy, I let it go earlier. I need you to tell me how you feel.” I inwardly sigh. I know this is what he does. It’s part of his control, but it’s still hard for me to vocalise my feelings. When I used to sit at his feet, it was less intimate, but just as special. It was easier. “You’re going to have to get used to talking to me face to face. You can’t hide from me.”
I count to ten in my head. I can do this! I can do this!
“I loved the spanking. It made me feel helpless and sexy, and the way you did it, it didn’t register as pain. I find it hard telling you what I want. I want to… I can in my head but I need to be absolutely desperate first.” I don’t look at him, but at least we’re talking. He doesn’t interrupt, so I muster my courage to continue. “I was worried that I’d come when you were licking me. I didn’t want to disappoint you again.” I close my eyes and try to snuggle into him.
“Izzy, please look at me.” I crack my lids and I’m confronted with a radiant smi
le on Seb’s face. “Baby, I’m so pleased with you. You can’t begin to know how much you wanting and needing what I do to you means to me. Know that I’ll only take you as far as I believe you can go. There is so much that is new to you, and I want us to play, explore and find the right balance for us. But you must communicate with me.”
“What do you do?” We started to get to know each other over Christmas, but I want to know all about him. I can now. I’m not crossing a line that I’ve drawn in the sand about our relationship. I got a little bit at dinner, and after all the sex and the dozing in each other’s arms, now seems like a great opportunity.
“I work for Phoenix Consulting. I’ve told you that.”
“Yes, but what does that mean? What do you actually do?”
“Well, I work with companies who need help getting their projects and programmes done. They don’t always have the right strategy. I help. I often go in and help ‘on the ground’, so to speak. Otherwise, I manage it remotely from the office. Sometimes the company can’t work things out. Their financials or the board have other ideas and we have to step in to wrap things up and shut the company down. That’s the worst-case scenario, though.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Twenty questions, is it?” He squeezes me closer and I rest my head on his naked chest. I can talk to him when we’re like this—close, but not as intimate.
“I’m trying to get to know the man I’ve just moved in with. I’m curious.”
“Okay. Well, yes. I do enjoy it. I’m very good at what I do and get paid well.”
“You wouldn’t work for yourself?”
“Sometimes I’d like to, but I’d probably work myself to death. This is a happy compromise.”
“Okay.” I tuck this newfound knowledge away, happy that he’s open and talking to me. Some of the old familiarity of our friendship is creeping back.
“I travel a lot for work. I’m in London and Manchester regularly and am often away. Not always for long periods, but overnight and long days. You’ll have to get used to that.” Seb adds a harder tone to this bit of information. I think about what it will mean for me. Phil was always working and used it to hide his affairs. Christmas taught me that I still have a lot of trust issues that I need to work on. Will I be able to trust Seb completely?
“You okay?”
“Yes, just…”
“Isabel, honesty, or this won’t work.”
Crap! I don’t want to admit that I have doubts already. “I was just thinking back to all the times when Phil said he was working, and he wasn’t.”
“I understand that it’s going to take some time, but you need to learn I’m not Phil. I don’t want you to even remember Phil exists.”
I’m no longer content in Seb’s arms. I sit back on my legs and face him. I trusted Phil for a long time and he betrayed me. Seb and I hardly started under the best of circumstances. “Please don’t blame me for thinking the worst.”
“I don’t blame you, but I want us to work on that.”
Seb’s fingers nudge my chin up until I’m looking into his eyes. There’s no sign of anger on his face and I relax.
“Don’t be insecure with me. You don’t need to be.” He curls my loose lock behind my ear and holds my face in his hand. I nuzzle into it, looking for the affection I crave from him.
“I’ll try.” And I mean it. I will try to remember these times when the shadows creep in as I know they will.
“I’m going to want to stay in contact with you when I’m away. Texts, calls—you’ll tell me where you are and where you’re going. You’re mine now, and I intend to keep you that way.”
I triple checked the alarm last night before going to sleep. It had been a few days since I’d moved in and this was the first day when I was to follow his instruction and take my submission outside of the bedroom. There was no way I wanted to sleep in and forget to start the day the way Seb asked. I was too excited to sleep properly. I kept turning over all of the different scenarios I’d seen or read on the blogs I followed. Would he ask me to do something during the day, wear something new, not wear something, would he wait until the evening to play or would it start first thing as I wake him? It was like waiting for my birthday gift. I could see it already wrapped up. I just needed to rip the paper off. Turns out that I was awake when the alarm sounded anyway.
I creep out of bed and make us both a coffee, a gentle hum thrumming through my veins as if I’ve already drunk too much caffeine. As I take the steaming drinks back to the bedroom, my nerves begin to shake the mugs in my hands.
Waking him will start my day of total submission. I’m turned on thinking about it. My imagination and reality are two different things, though, and if I am being honest, I’m a little anxious about what will happen if I can’t follow through with Seb’s request of me.
Life used to be simple. I would make a decision and follow through with it. I didn’t realise I had grown so reliant on the routine and order that went with that. I was comfortable there. Now that my actions aren’t always in my control, my anxiety creeps in, clouding my judgement. I desperately want to please Seb. He makes it so easy for me to let go of all of the worry and concerns that I carry and just feel.
That’s what I want. Now, I’m taking another step forward. My gut is telling me this is right.
I settle next to the bed and lean over to kiss him awake. He stirs and answers my lips with a swipe of his tongue.
“Good morning, Isabel. Mmm, I certainly enjoy waking up like this.”
“Your coffee, Sir.” I continue to kiss him, leisurely taking my fill of his lips. I’m waiting to see if Seb will take over and dictate the pace so early on in the day, but he’s happy to receive my affection.
“As much… as I’d like… to stay here all day… you need to get dressed.” Seb tries to talk around our kiss, but I’ve somehow forgotten to stop kissing him. “Down, sweetheart. There will be plenty of time for that later. Now, dressed. Everything I want you to wear is on your bed in your room. Don’t cheat. Only the items I’ve selected.” The fact that Seb thinks that I’m going to cheat shrivels my building arousal. When Seb first gave me tasks to complete when I wasn’t with him it was exciting and seductive. “You will. I’m going to give you homework, Isabel. You must make yourself come every day this week, finishing Friday. Do you think you can do that?” But I failed at the homework so often that he already doubts me. I walk off to my room and try to hide my bruised ego. His doubt stiffens my desire to do better this time.
After I moved in, we agreed that I’d still have my own room to have as my own space. Several garments are spread on the bed. I approach cautiously.
It’s a work day, which means that Seb has control over how I look walking into my office. It’s a test of trust for me to allow him to do this. And it’s my test, to see how comfortable I am with this—the reality of submission versus what I agree to under Seb’s touch.
I pick up the black dress first. It’s one of my nicer dresses, but I have no problem with his choice for work. The neckline is slightly lower than I’d normally choose, but thinking about Seb looking me over makes my skin tingle.
He’s laid out my grey wool wrap coat, my short black blazer and my black boots. Black thigh highs are tucked under the clothes, and I breathe a sigh of relief that he’s included a bra and knickers. Scratch that! He’s picked my black push-up bra and the smallest thong in my possession. I’d never wear this to work. Tossing the clothes aside, I stalk into the bathroom and turn the shower on hot. The toiletries in Seb’s bathroom are duplicated in here as well. I try to let the water soothe my knee-jerk response. It helps, and I can see that Seb is having his fun. Wearing sexy underwear is something I am fast getting used to. Well, if Seb wants to have me wearing sexy, I’ll wear sexy.
I finish my shower routine and blow-dry my hair. Dressing in the clothes set out, I walk back into our bedroom. Seb’s sitting in bed, reading on his iPad. He looks up at me, expectancy written across his face.
> “I see you found the clothes.” He leans back and smiles at me.
“Yes. Thank you, Sir.” I crawl over the bed to kiss him. “I need to get going for work soon. Would you like another coffee?”
“No, you get going.” He turns back to reading his screen and I’m deflated. I’d expected a bigger reaction from him. I’m doing what he’s asked. Why isn’t he happy? Putting the irrational thought aside, I finish getting ready for work.
“Bye then,” I shout.
“See you this evening.” I head out the door, waiting for something else to happen. I don’t know what, but I feel like something was missing. I had expected… something else.
I send my text when I arrive at work and head for my desk. No one can see that I’m wearing different underwear, it’s all in my head, but I can’t help but feel self-conscious. Get a grip, Izzy. They aren’t going to say anything.
The rest of the day is tedious and tiresome.
I jump at each text that Seb sends, hoping for some naughty instruction or dirty thought. Instead, I get pleasantries and general conversation. ‘What would you like for dinner?’ was not the type of question I was hoping for. ‘Are you thinking of what will happen later?’ ‘Are you wet imagining everything I could do to you?’ That is what I was expecting, and I can’t prevent my disappointment that there isn’t more of that.
When Seb and I were together, my submission always existed in a sexual context. Although I didn’t know what he had planned for us, I understood that it would be sexual in nature. Today, I’d assumed that would be the same. So far, nothing.
I make it through the day and am home to make sure that the wine is poured and ready at seven. I feel like a kitten who’s been left all day and is trying to wait patiently to be played with.
When I hear him walk through the door, I have to force myself not to run up and throw my arms around his neck. I do as instructed and wait for him. Then, I hand him his wine and kiss him his welcome.
“Mmm, thank you, Isabel.” He smiles warmly as I linger with my kiss. “I’ll get the food started.” My heart drops when he moves to start preparing dinner. I suck my lip into my mouth to keep from protesting. The bar stool has my name written all over it, so I get comfy.
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